thegreyturtle  asked:

I challenge you to list *only* five of your favorite things about Donnie, I bet you can't limit yourself to just five.

I will limit myself to the best five things but boooy this will be hard!

1) His eyes. Honestly, those eyes make me feel so much better every time I see them. They’re like warm honey mixed with chocolate. So warm and sweet. Ugghhh why do his eyes have to be so pretty?!

2) His sassy personality. You don’t expect someone as introverted as Donnie to be so brutal in arguments or have so many comebacks lined up in a confrontation over tumblr! I know if I ever needed someone to help me against Anon hate - or Footclan hate - I could rely on D to back me up in a way that would keep me giggling for hours. He’s so funny and his sassiness always puts the most stupid grin on my face.

3) His smile. Every time I see that smile, I know I’m going to be okay. Just look. 

Now just try to tell me that didn’t make you feel better.

4) How loving he is. He is always the one I go running to when I need a good cry or someone to talk to. And he knows just how to make me feel better again. Lots of cuddles. And he also does this thing where he rubs my back up and down slowly and it’s just so relaxing. I really love that about him.

5) How much he gets me. He just understands me at a level nobody else does. He really is wonderful <3

Bi Harry and Ron not realising they're bi

One day in sixth year they’re taking about one of the Chudley Canons chasers at the Gryffindor table

Ron: He’s so amazing and hot…

Rando: Wow, I didn’t know you were gay.

Ron: I’m not gay! There’s nothing gay about admiring a quidditch player. Right Harry?

Harry: Yeah! We have eyes, we can tell he’s fit.

Ron: *nodding* Anyone can appreciate an arse like that

Harry : I mean it’s not like you can ignore it when he’s in the air

Ron: And have you seen those eyes?

Harry: Yeah no-one could argue that those aren’t pretty

Ron: And he just has a really symmetric face. There’s nothing gay about recognising that, it’s called “having eyes.”

Harry: *nods solemnly*

Rando and Neville look confused. Dean and Seamus are in stitches. Ginny shakes her head. Hermione sighs and looks at Ginny.

Hermione: I suppose teaching them about sexuality falls to me, doesn’t it?

lams in hamilton the musical

okey dokey my friends i will try to remember as much as i can

  • in alexander hamilton laurens passes ham his bag and they make really intense eye contact for a few seconds, you can actually see this pretty well in the grammys video (i don’t have a link i’m sorry but here’s the gif) but it’s definitely noticeable on stage
  • laurens has this cute lil smile at “laurens i like you a lot”
  • at one point during my shot ham grabs laurens’ shoulder and is looking at him for several seconds (you start to see them get progressively touchy)
  • it’s where you get this gif from, actually
  • that being said they spend the story of tonight really touchy
  • i don’t have much to say for a winter’s ball but laurens joins in with ham and burr in the “hey”s, it’s pretty funny
  • HOOOO BOY HELPLESS okay i mentioned this before, but during the wedding scene at the end of the song, laurens and angelica walk down the aisle first arm-in-arm, the best man and maid of honor. they are not happy. before they part, they share this look, and there’s definitely a mutual understanding between them (i wrote more about this and the wedding scene here) this is where that subtext was most obvious to me, personally. i wasn’t expecting it and i actually gasped
  • there’s not too much to say for satisfied, but when laurens stumbles out to do his “alright alright that’s what i’m talking about” he is very obviously drunk, so you might could read something into that idk, i didn’t interpret it as the happy kind of drunk we saw in aaron burr sir
  • THE STORY OF TONIGHT REPRISE OH MY GOD basically they spend the entire first half of the song all up on each other with the touching
  • i could be wrong but i think it’s when they’re singing “cus if the tomcat can get married” laurens, mulligan, and lafayette are basically all humping the air and laurens is laughing at ham lmao (this gif)
  • in stay alive i’m pretty sure hamilton touches lauren’s shoulder at “and everyday’s a test of our camaraderie and bravery” but don’t quote me on that
  • and YES IT’S TRUE at “laurens, do not throw away your shot” ham DOES grab the back of laurens’ neck and they DO look into each other’s eyes for several seconds and i DID die but what i wasn’t expecting is that LAURENS GRABS BACK he’s either holding onto the back of ham’s neck or his shoulder i’m not sure BUT IT IS JUST AS GAY AS YOU’RE IMAGINING
  • but i wouldn’t say there was anything overtly romantic about ten duel commandments
  • after laurens shoots lee in meet me inside, ham is immediately at his side. sometime before washington gets there (i think after “go, we won”) they pull each other into a tight hug for a moment, laurens looks reluctant to leave ham when washington asks him to meet him inside
  • okay so tomorrow there’ll be more of us, the one song that’s not on the album
  • it’s small and heartbreaking. ham is sitting in a wooden chair facing the audience, and eliza comes out at the end of dear theodosia with the letter. she reads it to him.
  • hamilton is in obvious distress when he realizes what the letter is saying, looking stunned more than anything. he’s all frozen up. laurens stands next to him, and he doesn’t look sad at all, actually looks rather proud. he even smiles at his last “tomorrow there’ll be more of us” before the spotlight goes out on him
  • hamilton is looking at him though, almost like he’s a vision or something, because he’s still looking at that spot when the light’s gone out and eliza asks if he’s okay. there’s a pause where he looks kinda blank before he says, sorta gravely, “i’ve got so much work to do” and jumps directly into non-stop
  • really, i think the significance of this scene more than anything is that it’s the one song lin decided to leave off the album. he saw it as special, and that shouldn’t be taken lightly

in general, i’d say that if you knew hamilton and laurens were a thing prior to watching the show, that subtext would be pretty obvious to you. if you didn’t, it probably wouldn’t jump out at you, but it’s there. i told my mom after that ham and laurens were lovers and her reaction was basically “ohhhh, i see that”

there are things i missed because i can’t remember every time they were touching or every time they were making eye contact, but just know that there’s a lot of that lol

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!

A/N: This hadn’t been requested, I just wanted you all to have some Jared Cameron love, bc he doesn’t get enough! Please enjoy, lovelies! - Admin Kat 💟

Dating Jared Cameron Would Include:

- Shirtless Jared. EVERYWHERE!

- “Have you ever heard of a shirt, Jared?

- “Yeah, but I look a hell of a lot better without one.

- Loads of cuddles!

- Like seriously, Jared’s needy for them!

- Jared getting jealous over any guy that even glances over at you.

- “Do you have a problem?

- “No,

- “Then get focus your eyes on someone else.

- Load’s of movie nights. You guys are movie fanatic’s and pretty much speak in movie language.

- “Can you two just shut up already?” groan’s the pack.

- Teasing each other, in more than one way.

- Sharing chicken wings together.

- Your fridge being cleared by the one and only, Jared Cameron.

- Hugs from behind, especially when you’re cooking.

- “Smells good.

- “Who? Me?

- “No, the food.

- “Gee, thanks.

- A lot of bickering.

- Forreal, you two are a freaking old married couple.

- Sex.

- Morning sex.

- Afternoon sex.

- Sex at night.

- Hot make out sessions on Emily’s couch.

- “Seriously, go get a room!” Paul grunts.

- “We already have one, but you’re welcome to leave.” Sam jeers.

- “Jared…” Sam growls.

- Being spoiled rotten and vice versa.

- Date nights.

- Being the OTP of everyone in La Push.

- The pack teasing the pair of you.

- “We’ve all seen you naked, by the way.

- “What?!?!

- “Yeah, he thinks about you… a lot.

- Being crazy for each other.

- When you fight, Jared always takes himself away from you, he never wants you to be hurt.

- Kim being awfully jealous.

- Jared and you professing your love for one another in cheesy fashions.

- Jared’s family loving you.

- Your family loving Jared.

- Jared always being cheeky with you.

- Getting your bum smacked.

- You smacking his bum.

- PDA.

- Lot’s and lot’s of PDA.

- Like holy mother of pearl, so much PDA!

- “Can you two stop eating each other’s face’s now?” Jacob would beg.

- “I can eat your’s, if want?” Jared would joke.

- “Try it and you’ll be dead.” Jacob retorts.

- Paul and Seth making kissy face’s at you two.

- “Look! The love birds are here!

- “Half of you are just as whipped as Jared, here!

- “I’m not whipped!

- “Yes you are!” the pack would yell.

- Remember PDA?

- “I think we need holy water for our eyes.

- “I can’t unsee that!

- “I think I’m gonna puke.

- The pack trying to mimic you two.

- Sleepovers.

- Like seriously, this boy will sneak in through your bedroom window whenever he can, just to cuddle with you, because he can’t sleep without you by his side.

- Infinite smiles.

- Being his entire world.

- Playing with Jared’s hair all the time: He usually falls asleep.

- “Spoiled brat!

- “Quit talking about yourself.

- Being understanding of what and who he is.

- Being in on the pack’s secret and never telling a soul.

- Loving each other so much, like seriously; you guy’s may seem like assholes to each other, but you love each other so much.

- Jared always protecting you.

- Jared taking pictures of you all the time.

- “Hold it!” he states and runs to get his phone. He takes the picture of you in mid chew of a mouthful of cereal. “Beautiful.

- Being incredibly cheesy, telling terrible puns, having an infinite amount of giggle fits, always being happy around each other.

- Seriously, you’re a sweet couple and everyone loves you two together.

- Hardly ever fighting, unless Jared takes things too far or if you go to see the Cullen’s.

- Being incredibly clumsy, to which Jared carries you everywhere like a princess or bride.

- “Oh, look at that! I just swept you off of your feet again.” he’d grin wolfishly.

- “Hush!

- “Nah, I think you secretly love it.

- “No!

- “Yes!

- “Okay, fine.” you’d grin.

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Baratheon, Cersei

10th Level (Noble 10)

The queen stood. “And what of my wrath, Lord Stark?” she asked softly. Her eyes searched his face. “You should have taken the realm for yourself. It was there for the taking… Such a sad mistake.”
“I have made more mistakes than you can possibly imagine,” Ned said, “but that was not one of them.”
“Oh but it was, my lord,” Cersei insisted. “When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.”
— Cersei Baratheon and Eddard Stark, A Game of Thrones

If there is one woman destined never to be a hearth-mate or homemaker, she is undoubtedly Cersei Lannister. The Lannister symbol is a lion and Cersei is undoubtedly a lioness, a golden-haired green-eyed feline among queens. Had she been born a whore, she would have been an empress of brothels. She was born noble, however, the first of two bright blond glittering twins fathered by Tywin Lannister and his beloved wife, Joanna. Little brother Jaime came out clutching his sister’s heel, and has been clutching other bits of her ever since.

Jaime would one day become a knight, wild and reckless of reputation. Had she been born male, Cersei would have out-Jaimed Jaime. She lacks no bravery when it comes to conflict, and would happily have slit half a dozen Targaryen throats to sit unchallenged on the Iron Throne. Unlike her brother, it would never have occurred to her to get off it. Unfortunately for Cersei, she was born female, and her path to conquest was never going to be that straightforward.

Cersei is the eldest of the Lannister children. As a male, she would be the heir to Casterly Rock, irrespective of looks, abilities, or any other factors. Because of her sex, however, she finds herself third in the line of succession. Anything she has must be given to her by her father or earned between Robert Baratheon’s bed sheets. It is not a situation designed to breed self-esteem. Kept back because of her sex and because there is room for only one Tywin-shaped ego in the family, it could be no surprise that this volatile, passionate woman’s nature would warp a little.

Under such circumstances, it might be thought that a woman like Cersei Lannister would become a Dacey Mormont or even a Mirri Maz Duur, finding power through arms or the occult. That, however, would not be Cersei’s way. She may crave self-determination, but in the end Cersei accepts the world into which she is born.

Cersei has taken on her culture’s distaste for women, so she both despises and treasures her own femininity. She has to work very hard for the gifts of command and influence given so easily to men of her station. As a result, she has no time for hapless females. At best, she will sneer at them; at worst, she will use them without a shred of pity. The world is harsh to women; to her mind, the sooner they learn how to use the rules to their own advantage, the better. If Cersei gave it a second thought, she might even argue that she does her own sex a favour by teaching them the lessons she had to learn by herself.

Cersei did indeed have difficult lessons to learn. When dealing with Lannisters, all roads lead to Casterly Rock, and the pervasive influence of Tywin. They pride themselves on a tradition of intelligence inherited from their famous ancestor, Lann the trickster. They use every resource they have to get what they want. They are abundant in wits, in wealth and in comeliness.

Like all the Lannister family — with the notable exception of Tyrion — Cersei is lovely to look upon. This alone makes her a treasure. The Lannisters understand the importance of appearances only too well. In a world where a woman’s worth is judged by her beauty, bloodline, and fertility, Cersei is worth a great deal. She may just be another breeder, but her owners can expect a fine price for her — nothing less than a crown.

Unfortunately for Cersei, the death of Lyanna Stark left Robert Baratheon an angry man. All her beauty could never mend his heart — something she could never forgive. Despite this failing, Cersei could certainly take care of his other needs. Sensual and exquisite of form, Cersei is extremely alluring. Robert Baratheon found nothing to object to in her person. This was the beginning of Cersei’s rise to power. Her father can subsidise a king, her brother can kill one, but neither can create one. That task, the creation of a Lannister monarch, came down to Cersei alone.

It would never be easy for someone of Cersei’s ego, already thwarted in ambition and expression, to become the bed mate of a man in love with another woman, though — especially a woman made ideal through death. Cersei could not even have the satisfaction of watching her rival grow old and ordinary. Lyanna Stark is forever the unattainable and tragic love in Robert’s life. The implicit rebuff, both to her status as his queen and her adequacy as his bedfellow, is more than she could possibly tolerate. She gave her royal husband three healthy, beautiful children to inherit his throne and continue his line … but none of them are his. Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen are golden children, who resemble both mother and father, Cersei and Jaime Lannister.

It is hard to understand the complex link between twins, but by itself this does not explain the extent of the love between the Lannisters. They consider themselves to be bonded souls, perhaps even the same soul. It is not true. Jaime’s needs are very different to Cersei’s. Jaime may follow his sister’s lead, but he is a warrior; she is a politician.

It could be argued that Cersei’s feelings for Jaime is the nearest she will ever come to making love to herself, for they are so alike, so heroic looking, so beautiful. Whether she would love him so much were he not created in her own glorious image is a moot point. This might, however, explain Cersei’s contempt for her other brother, Tyrion. If Jaime is Cersei made male — a mirror of herself as she would wish to be — what is Tyrion but a grotesque distortion? Jaime is not the only Lannister male Cersei mirrors, though. Cersei inevitably echoes her father, the most powerful and successful being she knows in everything from her manipulation of her children to her personal disdain for Tyrion.

Her love for Jaime, however, is a radical departure from her father’s cool approach to matters of the heart. This alone is all her own feeling, and the intensity of it pulls her. It is dangerous, and yet comforting, for Jaime gives her most of the power in the relationship. While Jamie appears to be devoted to only Cersei, she in turn knows that her body is a weapon, and is willing to use it as needed, whether to deal with Robert’s occasional urges, or to attempt to seduce Eddard Stark. It is hard to tell whether she ever enjoys her lovers, or simply revels in the exercise of her personal power over men.

Incest is considered an abomination throughout the lands of Westeros, but curiously it does have a precedent in the royal house of Targaryen, where brothers and sisters become husbands and wives, kings and queens together. The theory was that it kept the blood pure. Cersei takes that precedent to heart, using it to justify her relationship with Jaime and her denial of her royal husband’s marital privileges. In at least two cases, those of Aerys II and Viserys — styled the Beggar King — the genetic inheritance seems to be mental instability, whatever the state of the blood. This situation repeats itself in the first child of Cersei and Jaime’s union: the heir to the throne of Baratheon, Prince Joffrey.

Cersei is so passionate and vivacious that even Tyrion, long since hardened to her wiles, finds her irresistible when joy overtakes her. When she is truly happy, she sparkles like a diamond. It is almost impossible not to love her. Cersei has not grown in circumstances where this bright side to her could develop, but it still reveals itself from time to time. Cersei Lannister is a brilliant but fickle friend, a proud and cunning foe, and above all, a guardian of her own power.

– A Game of Thrones, Deluxe Edition Role-Playing Game and Resource Book

The silly version of this request:


“I love your eyes.”

“GD, seriously, this is the 100th time today.”

“I wanna swim in them but…”


“They are green, like the grass so I can’t really swim in them.”


Originally posted by gtothetop8


“Why do you have such pretty eyes, Y/N?”


“It’s so unfair! I want them! Then I could finally match with all my chairs!”

“…. what”

Originally posted by topkun


“Hey beautiful. I like your eyes, green like the sky.”

“Lol Tae, the sky isn’t green.”

“… Exactly.”

Originally posted by fxxktaeyang





“Lol what?”


“I give up.”

“Your eyes.” *Gif*

Originally posted by gd-s



”What have you done now?”

”I coloured my eyes like yours.”

”WHAT? That is not possible.”


“Panda, is that green leafs on your eyes?”

”No… it’s rocks.”

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

You’re welcome!

- Love, Admin A&B

anonymous asked:

Thistle.. I just wanted to say, I'm pretty sure almost all Naturetale monsters have healing magic. I'm sure it's possible for them to heal the spikes in your eye..

“I don’t think it can be healed away buddy. No matter what I’ve done it just doesn’t go away. Plus it hurts to touch it so you can’t just like…. cut it out. Eventually it’ll probably spread to my other eye and possibly throughout the rest of my bones. That’s just how it’s gonna have to be, I’ve accepted it”

anonymous asked:

I consider myself pretty good at anatomy and I'm quite familiar with face anatomy, but recently I've been having a lot of trouble with the size of the eyes. I always seem to draw them to big and they end up looking like anime eyes. Do you have any advice for keeping the proportion of the eyes relative to the rest of the face. Thanks a bunch

Well, if you can see they are too big you’re half way there… xD Idk if you draw digitally or traditionally but as a digital artist I just resize eyes when they seem too big for the face. I usually draw bigger eyes for younger characters and women, smaller for older ones and men. I noticed that I tend to draw too big eyes when I want to draw them very detailed so I often just quit paying attention to eyelashes and pupils and focus on general picture and which direction the person is looking, I sometimes draw just upper eyelid and iris. I mean, noticing that something is off enables you to fix it so yeah. Sometimes it’s good to leave a drawing for a while and get back to it after some time, or flip it to have a fresh perspective.

Shopping with an angel.

Short imagine for your Sunday evening.

Imagine Cas helping you shop.

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Originally posted by strengthcas


“What are you doing?”, Castiel asked as he looked down on you while you were browsing trough your newest fashion catalog.
You chuckled: “I´m looking at things I´m never going to have.”
He sat down beside you on the couch, his eyes scanning over the glossy pages: “Why aren´t you going to have them? They look reasonably pretty.”
Now you laughed out loud: “I know. I really want them, but they are way to expensive and I can´t exactly steal them either, so yeah…”
The angel frowned at you: “I´m sorry.”
“It´s fine, I´m used to it”, you said and then pointed at one especially expensive dress that was black but sparkled a bit.
It was really short but not so short that it looked slutty, the model looked gorgeous in it.
“I still want that dress though, I bet I´d look hot in it”, you joked but Cas immediately acted on it by nodding: “It would.”
You rolled your eyes at how sweet the angel was and at the fact that he flirted with you without even realizing it.

He then grabbed the catalog from your hand and turned it around to look at the back.
“What are you looking for?”, you asked but instead of giving you an answer, he vanished, taking your magazine with him.

“Great”, you mumbled and got up to get something to drink, when only seconds later you heard the familiar sound of wings behind you and turned around to see Cas standing there again, holding a huge box.
You grinned and shook your head: “What is this,Cas?”
He dropped the box in front of you: “I got you the dress you wanted. And a few other things that I thought would look nice on you.”
You couldn´t believe what you were hearing and raised your eyebrows: “You zapped over to that warehouse address and got me new clothes?”
He nodded, as if that was the most natural thing in the world.
Carefully you approached the box and opened it, immediately being greeted by beautiful dresses and skirts, shirts and pants.
“That´s amazing. It´s like Christmas”, you whispered and when you looked back up at Cas, he was smiling.
“Try them on, I want to see them on you”, he stated and you nodded, taking the box to the bathroom.

The next hour you spent trying on everything Cas had brought you and it was the most fun you had in ages.
Not everything fitted and some things looked strange on you, but then there were the pieces that were simply amazing.
This was every girl´s heaven and you just couldn´t stop yourself from thanking Cas for this every two seconds, but he would just keep on saying that seeing you happy and in this beautiful clothes was everything he could wish for.
You saved the black dress for last, anxious that it wouldn´t fit, but when you tried it on, it fitted like it was especially made for you.
When you got out of the bathroom for the last time, Cas eyes grew wide and he got up from the chair he had been sitting in:
“You´re absolutely beautiful”, he whispered and you smiled shyly: “Thanks.”
For a second there was silence,then he made a few steps towards you and took your hands in his:
“I mean it. You´re the most beautiful girl on this earth.”
You rolled your eyes but never stopped smiling: “Now you´re exaggerating.”
He shook his head: “No, I´m not.”
And then he kissed you, just like that, simple and perfect.
You got up on your toes to give him better access to your lips and when it was over, you remained standing only inches from him and his ultra soft lips: “Why?”
He frowned a bit: “What do you mean?”
You smiled: “Why are you interested in me? Aren´t there a lot of cute angels who have the hots for someone as powerful as you?”
“Because I never met an angel that was like you”, he gave back and then hugged you tight in your beautiful new dress.

Seventeen’s (hiphop unit) reaction when you have a bizarre eye colour


“woah, i feel like i can stare at them the whole day”




*mumbling to himself* “woah pretty”


“no way that’s your natural eye colour!”

*i don’t own the gifs*

→ i imagine ‘you’ having elizabeth taylor’s purple eyes

@slayuhhh4life sorry for the very long wait..


Sucker Punched

A/N:I slapped this together over the past couple weeks, and I really hope you guys like it!

pairing: Reader X Bucky

oneshot/chapter: oneshot

word count: 4233

warnings: abuse, guilt tripping, language.


I cough out a breath as I stand after having been thrown down onto the mat. I look up to see a concerned Bucky, stooped down to make eye contact.

“I’m fine, Buck.” I say, waving him off.

“Are you sure? You seemed to land pretty hard.”

“I’ve taken harder hits and falls before. Don’t worry, I can handle myself.” I retreat to my duffel in search of my water bottle.

“Okay.” He concedes.

It’s true. I have taken harder hits. Some of of them are the perks of the job, and most others are from home. I’ve got a few bruises around my rib cage to prove it. No one knows. I cover up what I can with clothing and the rest I mask with make-up. It’s not that I don’t trust the team enough to tell them, it’s that I don’t trust how they’ll react when they find out. It is my fight afterall.

“Hey, do you think you’ll stick around for movie night?” Bucky asks. “The entire thing usually sucks, but I think it would be better with you there. I mean, most things are.”

“I’m sorry, Buck, but I can’t. Josh has some sort of night in planned and he wants me home at…” I check the time quickly and my stomach drops. “Oh shit. I have to be there in fifteen minutes. Oh man. He’s gonna be so pissed.”

I shove my belongings into my duffel and practically run for the door.

“Wait!” Bucky calls after me. “Are you going to be at Stark’s party tomorrow?”

“Of course.” I say with a sarcastic eye roll. “Tony said he would cut me from the team if I don’t. Empty threats, but I’ll be there none the less.”

“Okay. See you then?”

“Yeah.” I nod in affirmation. “See you tomorrow.”

With that I sprint out of the room, out of the building and into the busy streets of New York City.

*time lapse of half an hour*

It took me half an hour on foot, but I was finally able to make it to the apartment in a halfway decent amount of time. My hope was that Josh had forgotten what time I was supposed to be home. Sadly, that was not the case.

As soon as I walk through the door, he’s there. He’s got a malicious look on his face, and his hands appear to be twitching. I brace myself for whatever is about to come.

“You’re late.” He says, his voice low.

“I know. I’m really sorry.” I hang my keys on the hook at let my bag fall to the floor. “Training went over the allotted time, and foot traffic was absolutely insa-”

My words were cut short by a solid smack to my cheek. The blood immediately rises to the surface of my skin and it begins to sting.

“That’s a horrible excuse” He growls. “You were hanging out with that freak weren’t you?”

“He’s not a freak. He’s my trainer. We were sparring and lost track of ti-”

Another slap echoes through the entrance of the apartment. This time I can feel tears welling up in my eyes.

“Quit LYING to me.” He grabs my ponytail, wraps it around his hand once and yanks on it hard before dragging me into the living room by my hair. I scratch at his hands in a sad attempt at trying to loose myself from his grasp. At this he knees me in the ribs, earning a hoarse “oomf” from me.

“I’m going to teach you not to lie to me, you good for nothing whore.” He throws me down onto the hardwood floor of the loft and I land with a loud, painful and resounding slap. He pulls his foot back and kicks, sinking his foot into my stomach. He pulls his foot back again for another blow, and I close my eyes and brace for impact, but it never comes. I hear glass shattering and then a dull thud. Opening my eyes I find Bucky, crouched down next to me, eyes full of worry. I look to the side to see a broken vase and an unconscious josh. Upon seeing my eyes open Bucky scoops me up in his arms and carries me bridal style out of the place I once called my home. Before exiting he picks up my duffel and then slams the door.

“So that’s what you meant by harder hits and falls, huh?” He asks, his tone slightly angry.

“I suppose so.” My voice comes out strained.

“You should have told me.”

“I didn’t want you to think I was weak.” He sets me into the seat of a car he probably borrowed from Tony. Though he does it as gently as he can manage, I still grimace at the movement of my abdominal muscles.

“I would never think you were weak.” He brushes a few stray hairs away from my face. “And neither would the rest of the team.”

He slides into the driver’s seat, and I turn and look at his profile. His jaw is set, and it’s obvious he’s pissed. Despite his anger there’s a protective air radiating from him, which is comforting considering the condition I’m in.

We drive back to the tower in a comfortable silence. Once parked in the garage he tries to pick me up again.

“Would you mind just lending me your arm?” I ask. “I’ve been beat up. I’m not an invalid.”

He nods and hooks his arm around my waist and gently lifts me up. With my duffel bag slung over his shoulder, he holds me upright on the elevator ride up to the Avengers living quarters. When the doors open the sounds of bickering Avengers leak into the elevator, and even that seems like a comfort right now. Bucky looks down at me as if asking if I’m ready for what’s about to happen. I nod and he guides me out the doors and into the living space.

“Lady (Y/N)!” Thor’s voice booms when he catches sight of me. Everyone that was sitting on the couch turns to see us, followed by a whole chorus of greetings. I wave sheepishly in return.

“So, you’re finally joining us for movie night?” Tony pipes up over the throng of noise.

“I suppose I am.” I shrug lightly, trying not to move too much. Wanda notices and walks over to me quickly. She gasps when she sees the angry red handprints on my cheeks.

“(Y/N), who did this to you?” She demands, placing a cool hand on my cheek. I look down, not wanting to answer. “It was that man, Josh, was it not?”

“What did that guy do now?” Natasha asks, striding over to see what all the fuss is about. Her expression darkens immediately upon seeing the colour in my cheeks. “How long.”

“About six months.” I whisper.  I can’t bring myself to meet her gaze.

“Six months?” She hisses. Now everyone is gathering around.

“That’s about when you joined isn’t it?” Steve asks. I nod in response.

“I’m going to kill him.” Bucky mutters from my side.

“Guy’s, I’m fine.” I finally look up at everyone. “I just need some ice and tylenol.”

“No, you’re slouching.” Banner pipes up. “You may be compensating for a serious injury. I think Dr. Cho is still in the lab. You should have her check it out before she leaves.”

“Alright.” I don’t even try to argue. To be honest, I don’t exactly have the energy to.

Everyone crowds into the elevator. With so many people shoved into a such a small place I end up pushed against Bucky’s chest. Well, not so much pushed. Bucky is actually holding me against him, his human arm wrapped around my shoulders protectively. Normally I would brush his arm off and push away from him, but right now I welcome the comfort.

“Hello.” Dr. Cho greets us as we disembark from the elevator. “What can help you with?”

“These guys seem to think I’ve got a cracked rib.” I come to stand in front of her, still using Bucky for support.

“Alright, I’m going to need you to remove your tank top so I can get a better look at your torso.”

I nod and attempt to take my tank off. As soon as I try to lift my arms above my head to slip it over my shoulders, my stomach muscles seem to scream in pain. I try to mask the wince, but it comes out anyways. The kind doctor helps slide the piece of clothing over my head and down my arms. Once it’s gone I look down at my midriff to find an entire rainbow of bruises, all of them in different stages of healing. Dr. Cho runs her slender fingers across the swelling areas on my abdomen, assessing the damage.

“You’ve taken quite the beating, Ms. (Y/L/N), but all you’ve got is very, very deep bruising.” She helps me put my top back on and meets my gaze. “I would suggest alternating heat and ice to help with any achyness, and really any over the counter pain medication. I would say avoid whatever or whoever did this to you, but I know you Avengers types are always getting into something dangerous, so I won’t bother.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” I dip my head in appreciation. She nods back, says her goodbyes and leaves the lab. As soon as she’s gone Nat turns to me, ready to get the full story.

“Alright. Spill it.” She says. Her tone is close to demanding.

“Okay.” I say, leaning on one of the tables and gently folding my arms across my chest. “What do you want to know?”

“Start from the beginning.” Wanda chimes in.

“Alright. Like I said earlier, it started about six months ago after I got back from the facility upstate. Josh was upset that I hadn’t contacted him, saying how I should have at least texted him. As you know, I had been ordered into radio silence and I couldn’t, and I had told him that the month before I left. He said I hadn’t and it turned into an argument. From there it escalated to a slap across the face. Right after it happened he apologized, saying how sorry he was and how it would never happen again. In hindsight I should have known  that if it could happen once, it would probably happen again. It did about a week later when I told him I would be working closely with “Captain America, Tony fucking Stark, and all those other muscled men.” as he put it. I guess at the time he felt threatened and wanted to assert some sort of dominance over me and he beat me. It happened regularly after that, but it had been nearly a week since he had laid a hand on me. I was hoping that things were getting better, but I was late getting home today. He called Bucky-” I take a deep breath before continuing. “He called Bucky a freak. I stood up for him, and Josh came after me. If Bucky hadn’t shown up I would probably be in the hospital right now.”

The ringtone assigned to Josh pierces the momentary silence and my eyes widen. Taking my duffel from Bucky I dig my phone out, reject the call and turn my cell phone off all together. Letting my bag drop to the floor I feel my body start to shake.

“Boss, there’s someone at the front entrance.” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice rings out. “He seems pretty mad.”

Tony pulls up a screen, showing a furious Josh in front of the glass doors of the tower. Tony decides to start up a video chat.

“Hey there, asshole.” He says, tapping on the sound pickup to get Josh’s attention. “What can I do you for?”

“Where’s (Y/N).” He demands.

“Sorry, but that’s not how shit flies around here. We make the demands, not you.”

“I’m her boyfriend. You can’t keep me from her, or her from me.” Tony is just pissing him off more.

“I’m right here Josh.” I step forward, placing hand on Tony’s arm telling him to stop.

“Hey, babe.” A smile snakes its way onto his face. The sight of it makes me feel sick. “When are you coming home?”

“I’m not coming back, Josh.” I say, forcing my voice to be steady. “Whatever we’ve become is unhealthy. Our relationship is over.”

“It’s over?” He hisses.

“You heard me.” I take a deep breath in, and release it slowly. “I’m done. It’s over.”

“You don’t just get to decide when it’s over!” He yells. People on the walk stop and stare at him. If I weren’t terrified of him, I would feel embarrassed for him.

“I think I just did.” I reach up and flick the image away. Once it’s gone I let out a shaky breath that I hadn’t even realized I had been holding.

“You did good, kid.” Tony says, resting his hand on my shoulder.

“Thanks.” I sigh and scrunch up my nose. “I think I may be a little homeless now.”

“As long as you’re a part of this team, you’ve got a home here with us.” Tony squeezes my shoulder reassuringly.

*Time jump to the next week*

This past week flew by. I trained with the team and did all of the normal things I would have been expected to do had my relationship not imploded. I was, and am, extremely grateful that no one treated me like a beaten dog.

Bucky and I spent more time together outside of training. He didn’t try to hug me or touch me, he was just always where I seemed to need him to be. On Wednesday we were watching a movie, my legs resting on his lap and he turns to me and says “I love you.”

I immediately froze up. I didn’t want to hurt him. I didn’t want to turn him away or ruin what friendship I had with him. It wasn’t that I didn’t love him at all, it was that I didn’t know if I was ready or if I ever would be ready to open myself up to someone again.

“I think I love you too.” I had said. “But I don’t think I can give you what you want right now. I don’t want to sabotage a relationship with you because you deserve better than that.”

He had just nodded and dropped the subject.

Tony had rescheduled the party, and Natasha and Wanda had insisted I go. They drug me out of the tower and forced me to buy a dress. They shoved me into dressing rooms and made me try on dress after dress. Eventually I had fun, and eventually I found a dress. It’s about knee length, deep royal blue with a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt. It’s nothing special, but the girls convinced me that it looked good.  Now back at the tower I had to force them to leave my room because they wouldn’t leave me to get ready alone. They had been flitting around my head, doing my make-up and hair and I had finally had enough and snapped. They just giggled and left, leaving me to finish what they had started. After looking myself over I head to the door. Upon opening it, I find Bucky standing there in a rather dapper looking suit, his hair neatly pulled back into a bun

“Oh, you look so handsome!” I smooth out the lapels of his jacket.

“I don’t look anywhere near as good as you, doll.” I blush at his words.

“Why are you here, Bucky?” I ask, letting my arms hang at my sides.

“Well a woman as beautiful as you can’t go to a highbrow party like this alone.” He offers me his arm. “I came to escort you.”

“Thank you.” I tuck some hair behind my ear and take his arm. He stoops down and kisses the top of my head.

“Are you going to be alright at this party?” He mumbles into my hair.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly before nodding. Bucky is going to be there. I’m going to be fine. He nods in turn and, covering my hand with his, he leads me downstairs.

The party is already in full swing. Everyone is milling about, drinks in hand talking to each other. Tony is with Rhodey and Pepper, talking tech with a group of people who seemed to be from the science division of S.H.I.E.L.D. Steve and Thor are chatting it up with Fury and a mess of war veterans. No doubt they’re comparing some of their battle scars. Wanda is wandering around with Natasha, Bruce is talking with Dr. Cho. We catch sight of each other and nod in a discrete greeting. Clint had to head back home for important parental duties, so he’s not here. Bucky bids me farewell at the piano, kisses me on the back of the hand, and heads to the bar in search of some sort of social lubricant.

“You look nice.” A voice says from my side. I jump, scared out of my mind until I turn to find Maria Hill standing next to me.

“Thank you.” I say with a relieved sigh. “You look great, Maria.”

“Why thank you!” She says. “I think you’ve got an admirer.”

She points, and I follow the direction to the bar where Bucky is standing looking directly at me. I feel my face heat up immediately.

“Oh, ah yeah. I know.”

“Why aren’t you climbing that man like a tree? Lord knows three quarters of the women here will if you won’t.” She takes a sip of her drink.

“It’s a little bit personal.” I say, shrugging and folding my arms. “I assume you heard about the incident last week?”

“Ah. Makes sense.” She nods, her expression slightly grim. “Still, he might be good for you.”

I smile and nod at her, hoping she’ll drop the topic. I’ve already got Nat and Wanda breathing down my neck about it, I don’t need to add someone else to the list. She seems to get the message and saunters off, sipping whatever is in her glass. I watch her go, and am yet again startled by the feeling of a hand on my shoulder. This time when I look it’s Bucky smiling down at me.

“Hey.” I say with a small smile.

“Hey.” He says smiling back. “Do you want to dance?”

“Really?” I look around to see if anyone around us is dancing. “No one is dancing at all around here.”

“Maybe if we do, everyone else will follow suit.” He says, holding his hand out to me. I take it. What the hell. It’s Bucky, nothing bad is going to happen. His smile widens and he leads me to an open space in the large room and starts to sway in time to the music playing amid the chatter of the room, my right hand in his left, his right on my waist and my left on his shoulder.

Some people smile at the sight of us, and others grab partners and join in. Bucky picks up the pace slightly, twirling me quickly and bringing me back in tight to his chest. He leads me around the space that has now been cleared by onlookers and dancers. I have no idea what we’re doing, but Bucky does, so I don’t resist. He spins me out, and pulls me back in my back against his chest, my arms crossed holding his hands. He ducks down, placing his stubbly chin in the crook of my neck, making me giggle a little bit. Spinning me out once again, he brings me back in to face him once again. He’s got the biggest grin I have ever seen grace his mouth plastered on his face, and I am certain that mine is almost as wide. I feel a laugh bubble up and I don’t bother suppressing it. It comes out cheerful and loud and Bucky joins in with me. I make a split second decision to stand on tiptoes and quickly press my lips against his in a short chaste kiss. When I pull away, I didn’t think it possible but his smile is even wider.

Suddenly I’m being yanked out of Bucky’s arms by some harsh person. When I face them, I find Josh glaring at me angrily. I freeze immediately, my mind going blank.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He hisses at me.

“It’s none of your business what I’m doing anymore.” I say, finding my voice and wrenching my wrist from his grasp. “How did you even get in here?”

“Is there an issue?” Bucky walks up behind me and puts a comforting hand on my waist.

“Clearly not.” Josh says with a snort.

“I think there may be, seeing as you are here uninvited.” Tony waltzes up to join us. “Technically you’re trespassing right now, and you’re surrounded by nearly two hundred people all of which can seriously kick your ass.”

“We’re leaving.” Josh grabs my arm once again.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” I say pulling back against him. I manage to rip my arm away from him and I walk back to Bucky, rubbing the spot on my forearm where there’s bound to be some bruising.

“Why’d you leave, (Y/N), huh? Was it because of that freak?” He calls after me. I whip around, and the following events seem to happen in slow motion.

I stormed back over to Josh, pulled my arm back, forming a loose fist and swung. Hard. Before my fist made contact I clenched my hand. Upon impact I felt and heard the crunching of cartilage and something more solid snapped under the force of my fist. I think I may have broken his cheekbone. He seemed to slowly fall to the hardwood floor, landing with a dull thud. I’m left standing and panting angrily.

“He is not a freak.” I hiss. “If anything, you are.”

“You broke my fucking nose!” The volume of his voice is escalating. Almost everyone in the tower has stopped talking and is staring at us, but Josh doesn’t seem to notice. He stands up, glaring at me like he’s going to try to attack me. He runs at me, arms outstretched. I sidestep him and he runs head first into Bucky, who picks him up by the collar of his shirt.

“You’re leaving. Now.” He growls.

“Actually, he’s going to be arrested for trespassing, assault and domestic violence.” Maria pipes up from the crowd. Everyone turns to see her holding a cell phone, a smirk plastered on her face. The sounds of muffled police sirens can be heard in the distance.

Bucky drops Josh to the floor where he lands flat on his ass, face bloodied and swollen. Steve, Thor and Rhodey swoop in and surround him, caging him in, making sure he can’t move from his seat on the floor till the police arrive. Bucky shoves his way through the people gathering around, making his way over to me and wrapping me in a massive hug. It was the first time he had been so forward with physical contact. I gratefully wrap my arms around his waist in return.

“Remind me to never piss you off.” He says, his tone serious.

“I would never hurt you.” I mumble into his chest.

“Hey,” He pulls away from the hug to look at my face. “About earlier-”

“Oh, yeah.” I look away, my face heating up and turning red. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me I just-”

“It’s fine.” He turns my face towards his. His cheeks are tinged with pink. “I liked it. I mean, I wish I were the one to kiss you first, but I suppose that’s out of the window.”

“Bucky, you’re rambling.” I say with a chuckle.

“Right.” He smiles slightly, scratching the back of his neck. “What I’m trying to say is, I know your last relationship ended badly but I want to try to make this work. I know it’s a lot to ask of you, but I haven’t got anyone who makes me feel the way you do. If you don’t want a relationship, I understand and I won’t push you any further. I just want to make you happy.”

“I- I think I’d like that, a lot.” The smile of Bucky’s face grows. “You make me feel safe and comfortable. I think that’s what I need right now. I think we’ve got something good, and I don’t want to let it slip through my fingers.”

“Really?” I nod, my own smile growing. “(Y/N), can I kiss you?”

“Yes, yes you can.”

He gently cups my face with his large hands and presses his lips to mine. They’re warm and soft, and comforting. A cry of protest comes from the direction where Josh is caged in. It continues for a short while until he’s dragged off by the cops.

Bucky breaks away from the kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist, lifting me up and spinning me around, the both of us laughing quietly to ourselves. He kisses me once again, and I know I’m safe.


Thank you guys so much for reading! Any feedback you have would be greatly appreciated!!!


*Requested: Y/N escaped WCKD and became a trained assassin working with Jorge. She remembers them but they don’t remember her.*

[Newt’s POV]

“We need to find them,” Minho said strongly and I nodded. There was no way we were going on without Thomas.

“Brenda knows the city pretty well, she’ll find a way to get to the Right Arm,” Jorge countered and I scoffed.

“Thomas is the one that got us out of there but he doesn’t have a plan. We need to find him,” I said and Jorge seemed to roll his eyes at my sympathy.

“Fine. I have someone we can try to convince to help us. I think you’ll like her. She’s like you guys.”


You got up and stretched. You wanted to scream. Another nightmare about your days back in WCKD. You tried to shake the feeling looming over you as you got dressed for the day. The way the WCKD soldiers watched you train. The way they forced you into doing things you didn’t want to do. For the cure. They wanted you to fight but they also wanted to drain you of whatever was in your immune blood. You shivered at the thought of being a lifeless body.

You were pulling on your left boot when there was a rapid tapping at your door. You grabbed your shotgun and put it into your pants by the small of your back and grabbed another small gun and set the bullet in place. No one visits you randomly. You crept to the door and bent your knees, ready to pounce. Your years of training paid off. But you haven’t had a kill in a while. Nobody’s been hiring you because there are too many Cranks and not enough sane people.

You pulled open the door swiftly and pointed the gun and started to squeeze the trigger but stopped when your eyes caught a flash of messy blond hair.


A girl? We walked all the way to find a girl with a small gun? This was getting to be too much.

I watched as she lowered the gun and her eyes met mine. There was something in those eyes; recognition, wisdom, and maybe pain?

She finally tore her eyes away from me and I glanced at the other Gladers. They seemed unfazed. She looked at Jorge with suspicious eyes.

“What?” She spat and Jorge raised his hand calmly.

“We need your expertise,” he said smoothly and she stepped out into the city, shutting the door behind her.

“With what?” She asked harshly again and I felt slight fear trickling up and down my spine.

“We’ve got a WCKD kid missing with Brenda. You know the city better than anyone around here,” Jorge said and I observed her. She stood taller, taking pride in the fact that she knew every corner of the city.

“WCKD is good,” she spat with such strong sarcasm I could tell it disgusted her to even mention WICKED.


Newt was the last person you expected to see at your doorstep with other Gladers and Jorge. You remember watching these Gladers being injected before being put in the elevator to meet their destiny in a maze with deadly machine monsters. You remember watching Newt jump off that wall. Remember Newt’s limp, all the Bonfires, the drinking, the fighting, all of it. You watched it as an outsider. You had selected the best fighters and put them into the Glade. You were next to go in, before you escaped the facility.

“Who’s the missing kid?” You asked and Jorge cleared his throat.


Your eyes snapped to full alert.

“Subject A2. To be killed by Group B.” You said and the Gladers’ eyes went wide.


How does she know Thomas? Who is she? Why do I feel like I know her? Why do I want her to be mine? Why do I feel like she already IS mine?

She locked the door and pushed past us to the front of the group, leading us in a certain direction with purpose and confidence.

“I have a feeling I know what Thomas would do,” she said and kept walking, ignoring the whispering questions of the confused Gladers. Why won’t she tell us who she is?


There’s no way you’re telling them who you are. No way you can tell Newt you’ve liked him from the start. You can’t tell him that you used to be close. That you sentenced him to this destiny. That you knew he wasn’t Immune but you sent him in anyway. That they locked you in a room at night with no way out. That you had to kill to get away from WCKD.


You watched as the group walked away with Thomas and Brenda back with them, your chance to tell Newt everything disappearing. You watched as you wished you could touch him. You wanted to go back to when you could forget about the Flare and the killing. You didn’t want to be an assassin. But it was the only way to survive around here.

“Goodbye, Newt.” You whispered as they walked farther and farther away, and saw him slightly turn back with a confused recognition on his face. You did a small salute and turned on your heel, smiling a decisive smirk.

None of this was supposed to happen. So, no more WCKD, no more Newt, no more killing.


You Can Close Your Eyes by James Taylor

James Taylor was a staple in my childhood. My brother’s middle name is Taylor. I have a family of singer-songwriters. I have always loved this song, and I imagine that someday perhaps I will sing it as a lullaby if I ever have children. 

I’ve completed 3 new solid songs in the last month. I’m starting to play around with some covers and making them my own. I’m thinking about this one because I love it so dearly, but also because it fits in pretty nicely with my new material.

He does a nice little thing towards the end that is different than the album version.

And goodness isn’t he young here. 

anonymous asked:

CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWERS!!! YOU DESERVE IT!!!! I have dark blonde hair, brown/green eyes, really light skin and I'm pretty tall. I love music, I love to cuddle, to watch movies and laugh a lot. I'm kind of lazy, also I'm super nice and funny, I love to help people and I also love humans in general !! (can you ship me with a fantastic beast cast member) ❤️❤️❤️

THANK YOU! I honestly see you bonding so well with Ezra! You have so much tastes similars with him and, I can totally see, you two being so funny and friendly, goofing around. He would admire your desire to help people and both of you would be very engaged to helping actions.

Originally posted by tedystaleva

anonymous asked:

i'm feeling so down.. i tried talking to my mom about getting de surgery n she got mad n wouldn't listen to why i wanted it n said that i belonged to her n if i get it she would basically disown me :( she doesn't understand!she has natural double eyelids so she wouldn't understand the struggle of applying eye makeup n looking tired 24/7! i wanted 2 get them done b4 senior year so i would look good for my senior pics and i even insisted of paying for the entire procedure and plane ticket to korea

awww i’m so sorry you feel this way TT  TT i don’t wanna push my thoughts on you and i’m sure people have tried to encourage you before lkajsflkajd but i honestly think monolids are so pretty and i think my makeup would look better if i had them. 

to me, people with monolids can have a more powerful beauty? like i’m really drawn to their eyes lkadsfjl if it makes sense

even without makeup i think they’re cute;;;

but for sure, your mom is wrong to say that she owns you + to threaten to disown you if you do anything about it. i do have friends who have had de surgery and if it’s really what will make you happy, i support it. 

i hope you can find a way to compromise … though even if you can’t do it until you’re an adult and out of school, i’m sure your senior pictures will look nice!! i probably sound like some fake inspirational positive person alkdjakj gAHHH but i promise you, your beauty isn’t dependent on this.

the signs as game of thrones quotes (asoiaf & the show)

Aries: “I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears.”  Daenerys Targaryen

Taurus: “What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.” Aemon Targaryen

Gemini: “Pretty thing, and such a bad liar. A dog can smell a lie, you know. Look around you, and take a good whiff. They’re all liars here… and every one better than you.” Sandor Clegane

Cancer: “Every man who walks the earth casts a shadow on the world. Some are thin and weak, others long and dark. You should look behind you, Lord Snow. The moon has kissed you and etched your shadow upon the ice twenty feet tall.”  Melisandre

Leo: “A lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinion of a sheep.” Tywin Lannister 

Virgo: “Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.”  Tyrion Lannister

Libra: “You waste time trying to get people to love you, you’ll end up the most popular dead man in town.” Bronn

Scorpio: “Swift as a deer. Quiet as shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. Fear cuts deeper than swords. The man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords.” Arya Stark

Sagittarius:You will have little joy of your command, but I think you have the strength in you to do the things that must be done.  Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us.  Kill the boy and let the man be born.” Aemon Targaryen

Capricorn: “Windy and cold and damp. A miserable hard place, in truth… but my lord father once told me that hard places breed hard men, and hard men rule the world.” Theon Greyjoy

Aquarius: “A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.” Tyrion Lannister

Pisces: “I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.” Jon Snow

sentence prompts ➝ set it off
  • ❛ please don’t ever come back with that smile.❜ 
  • ❛ Just thank God that we’ve never been caught.❜
  • ❛ I’m tryin’ hard to shake this but you have got me spinning in circles.❜ 
  • ❛ I’ve let it all go to my head for the last damn time .❜ 
  • ❛ I want you to open your eyes.❜
  • ❛ There’s no I in Love, but there’s a “U” in Lust.❜
  • ❛ The front may be pretty but the heart is still black ❜
  • ❛ Run while you can while you still have the chance ❜
  • ❛ you could be the death of me ❜
  • ❛ you’re probably the greatest girl I’ll ever meet ❜
  • ❛ our hips are stealing the show and we know your fake. ❜ 
  • ❛ If you prick them do they bleed? ❜
  • ❛ Your lip gloss glimmers but your pulse fades.❜
  • ❛ Just know that I’ll always be here no fear ❜
  • ❛ I couldn’t see the lies behind those eyes ❜
  • ❛ Baby take off your disguise and you’ll see sunsets and starlit skies ❜
  • ❛ Take my hand I’ll guide you there ❜
  • ❛ We will always be Best Friends ❜
  • ❛ you’ll never confess the secret ❜ 
  • ❛ you’ve just met your match ❜
  • ❛ You had your chance and you threw it all away ❜
  • ❛ It’s high time you realize that this is what you had in store ❜
  • ❛ You’ve been outdone ❜
  • ❛ I know I never wanted to see you fall ❜
  • ❛ May your lips taste of mine when you kiss him. ❜
  • ❛ Why is it that you always take it out on me? Is it what you need to make your life complete? ❜
  • ❛ Should I stay or should I go? ❜
  • ❛ You say that there’s no happy endings but in this story, the good guy gets the girl.❜
  • ❛ So I’ll wait for you even though you don’t want me to.❜
  • ❛ Just sit back and deal with the hand you’re dealt. .❜
  • ❛ Face Facts, it won’t be easy this time. .❜
  • ❛ I am a victim, but I choose to be .❜
  • ❛ This bottle of Bacardi Is making me a little bit testy.❜
  • ❛ Who knew that immaturity was an anthem, The song that you sing when you lose your way.❜
  • ❛ Nothing to do? Well let’s argue.❜
  • ❛ Talking to you is just like breathing with a broken lung, I’d much rather “hang out” with a noose for fun.❜
  • ❛ If you think you’ve hurt me you’re oblivious.❜
  • ❛ Now listen as I tell them what became of us. ❜
  • ❛ Shoo fly don’t bother me. ❜
  • ❛ Your friends don’t know you put me through this, cause the picture you painted for them was all wrong. ❜
  • ❛ Go ahead and call me a liar. ❜
  • ❛ Tell everyone I never loved you. ❜
  • ❛ Through time and loneliness the boy found clarity, which he chose to release on the world through insanity. ❜
  • ❛ And I can’t stand this pain they cause me ❜
  • ❛ I think that I’m falling for you❜
  • ❛ All I know I need is you ❜
  • ❛ It’s not the way I want to end this night. ❜
  • ❛ I’m afraid of facing living life without you t. ❜
  • ❛ This is not what I intended at all, How can we let this all slip away? ❜
  • ❛ Go ahead and cast your little judgmental glances; I’m not defenseless. ❜
  • ❛ I created a monster, a hell within my head ❜
  • ❛ Awake me from my nightmare ❜
  • ❛ Her lips are the gun, and her tongue are the bullets ❜
  • ❛ Tell me what am I to do, with a double dose of you? ❜
  • ❛ As the sun begins to rise, I can barely shut my eyes. ❜
  • ❛ This crazed, delirious mess; laughing at everything I see. ❜
  • ❛ Attention: All insomniacs, please raise your right hand and kindly, repeat after me: "I guess I’ll sleep when I am dead!“ ❜
  • ❛ Tell them to leave you’re coming home with me . ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been sitting here for hours . ❜
  • ❛ I’ve lost myself in make-believe . ❜
  • ❛ I’ve waited ten long years just to tell you I’m fearless . ❜
  • ❛ Do you believe in happy endings? ❜
  • ❛ And so I’ll say I finally wrote your song at last, sorry that this one came out so sad❜
  • ❛ I hear people speak of how you’d be so proud of me.❜
  • ❛ I never let people in, and I have you to remind me why.❜
  • ❛ You’ll never take us alive.❜
  • ❛ We swore that death will do us part.❜
  • ❛ They’ll call our crimes a work of art.❜
  • ❛ We’ll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners.❜
  • ❛ Empty out the vault and me and my doll will be on our way.❜
  • ❛ A morbid painting on display, this is the night the young love died, buried at each others side.❜ 
  • ❛ It’s a permanent solution to a temporary problem.❜
  • ❛ No one will love you like I did.❜
  • ❛ if you couldn’t tell, baby’s got a thirst for blood.❜
  • ❛ You’re better on your own.❜
  • ❛ It’s fun and games until we both get hurt.❜
  • ❛ We play with fire ‘cause we like the way it burns.❜
  • ❛ You’re not fooling anyone, not you, not me.❜
  • ❛ I can’t quite contain or explain my evil ways.❜
  • ❛ a wolf in sheep’s clothing is more than a warning .❜
  • ❛ black sheep, have you any soul?❜
  • ❛ by the way, what the hell are morals?❜
  • ❛ Karma’s gonna come collect your debt.❜
  • ❛ Aware, you stalk your prey with criminal mentality.❜
  • ❛ You sink your teeth into the people you depend on.❜
  • ❛ I smell the blood of a petty little coward.❜
  • ❛ Show me how you justify telling all your lies like second nature .❜
  • ❛ Maybe you’ll change, abandon all your wicked ways. make amends and start anew again .❜
  • ❛ Maybe you’ll see all the wrongs you did to me .❜
  • ❛ Who am I kidding?❜
  • ❛ Now, let’s not get overzealous here.❜
  • ❛ If I could kill you I would but it’s frowned upon in all fifty states .❜
  • ❛ Having said that, burn in hell.❜
  • ❛ Because when you take this out on me my knees get weak with that heart of kryptonite.❜
  • ❛ You made me the bad guy .❜
  • ❛ Miss mysterious, who are you?❜
  • ❛ I tried to reach, outstretch my hand but you turned around instead .❜
  • ❛ I stole the moon, I drove through that bleak December .❜
  • ❛ You were my touch of duality and I’ll haunt your every dream .❜ 
([[Starter for @asking-kepler]])

Haze sighed, laying curled up in his bed. Since he got his emotions back this had pretty much been all he’d done. He felt bad for being such a jerk, not that he could have helped it.
Although, after laying there, with closed eyes, for awhile he sits up, rubbing his eyes and grabbing his sunglasses, throwing them on. ‘Ooh your finally getting up! Can we go visit Contrast! He’s gonna be fucking grateful you have your emotions back. Your a dick without them’ Azure speaks up. “Azure, not the funkin time. I got a headache. And freak ta the na, m’ not goin ta visit YOUR boyfrien’ again. M’ visitin Keps. I feel bad… plus m’ worried bout em” Haze says while standing, ignoring the fact that he actually really did have a pounding headache, he walks out of his room, and then outside.
It takes awhile of wondering, and getting sidetracked by a butterfly, plus some pretty flowers before making his way too Kepler. He speads up his walking a bit at the sight of the other, “Yo Keps!” He says, smiling as he walks up, his sunglasses falling off a bit making him look somewhat dorky, but also kind of adorable. “Sorry bout not comin’ round much past week… an’ ya know bein emotionless…” He adds as he gets closer.

anonymous asked:

many of the girls you post have done plastic surgery right? because most of them look the same. They kinda look too plastic and alien looking.

Haha idk if they have because I don’t know them so I can’t do a statement saying that they have 😬,but Koreans have basically the same standards of beauty and that’s why they look pretty similar 4 example they want V shape on their chin , double eyelids, pointy nose , pale skin color and a lot of them use lenses for make eyes look bigger👀, etc , etc, Also plastic surgery in Korean isn’t a taboo people talk freely about getting something done , especially double eyelids & also the filters on their photos is another trick … at the end yes ,the most of them go for the same look

Little stuff from Exordium day 4


And they’re back at it again with the teasing. I’m sure Chanyeol just did this so it would cover up how adorable he thought Baekhyun was

Blurry picture, but you can see the eye contact right?


Here we have a beautiful park channel with his beautiful flower crown but then suddenly!

He takes it off and puts it on Baekhyun’s head. After he did that he ran off as if he had done nothing.

And now look at how pretty Baek looks ;-; Chanyeol gave up his beauty so his love Baekhyun could look pretty~

I swear, can we just call them the flower couple?

First the white rose, then the red one, then Chanyeol putting a bouquet of flowers in Baek’s butt pocket, and now this.

I think I have given Chanyeol too many nicknames

Oh well add this one to the list~