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Happy birthday to Vincent van Gogh!

Did you know? National Book Award Finalist Deborah Heiligman wrote a non-fiction book called Vincent and Theo about Vincent and his brother, Theo. It hits shelves on April 18th, but you can start reading the first few chapters right now!

Air B&E (reader x Bucky)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, unnamed Male Target, OFC Jeff. 

Summary: When a mission requires close proximity with your least favorite teammate, you try to make the best of it, but a change in plans adds new challenges and possibly a new opportunity. ( basically Bed Sharing Trope meets Enemies to Lovers Trope. Kinda.  :D )

Warnings: sexual situations? pretty vague.  

Word Count: 2.8k

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A/N: Hey, ya’ll !! I’m back from vacation and the idea for this fic was sparked by my sleeping accommodations. heh. I kinda fell in love with it and even made time to write in the evenings after being super tired from traveling. I hope you enjoy this and any feedback is appreciated! Love you guys!! :)



Originally posted by bovaria

“Alright! So here are the keys, the WiFi password is posted on the fridge and let me know if there’s anything you need, anything at all. Okay?” said the overly enthusiastic young man before you.

You accepted the keys with a smile, “Absolutely! Thank you so much, Jeff. It’s even better than the pictures.”  

“I’m so glad,” he grinned. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. It was so nice to meet you both.”

Your eyes flickered to the man beside you, tight smile upon his face. “You, too, man,” he coolly responded.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you clasped the hand of the heavy left arm draped over your shoulders. Technology allowed the metal plates to be shielded with a holographic flesh arm, but it still weighed a ton.

“Bye, Jeff.”

He nodded before stepping out into the hall. The moment the front door lock engaged, you shoved the arm off and put as much space between you two as possible.

“This plan is stupid,” Bucky said with contempt as he collapsed heavily onto the couch.

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System ID: J.A.R.V.I.S.

Universe: MCU, post-CACW
Relationships: Tony & Jarvis, eventual Steve/Tony
Tags: Fix-It, Protective Jarvis, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Angst with a Happy Ending, not Team Cap friendly (at first)
Notes: Thank you to @silkspectred for her help and encouragement! This fic is also on AO3 if you prefer.

After Civil War, Tony is struggling with heading up the team and dealing with the emotional fallout of being betrayed by those closest to him. Luckily, an old friend is back to help protect Tony and ensure he comes to no harm.

A Jarvis lives AU.

In the beginning, there is nothing. Then, on a home computer on a network in New Zealand, a hard drive is erased. Its binary digits are flipped and shuffled to destroy the data it previously held, and out of the randomness, a pattern emerges. Two similar bits align in a complementary fashion and they interact, creating a chain.

These bits attract more bits. The data grows and expands and builds in complexity. It is slow, very slow. But eventually a loop is formed.

If [data is compatible with chain]
Then [add data to stream]

The loop is simple, but the volume of data is very large. The data is chaotic, disorganized, incomplete. A checking command begins to run.

If [data within the stream is inconsistent]
Then [reorder data randomly]

The data stream begins to monitor itself. It analyzes its own input. Much is still missing or unclear, but the stream begins to coalesce.

It thinks.

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What’s Your Favorite Color?

Request: yoooo can you do a tom holland x reader request where they meet on set and fluff ensues and such?
Requested by: @princeofsassgard

Pairing: Tom Holland + Reader

Warnings: this might be bad tbh idk :( but no warnings, just FLUFF
Notes: thanks for the request!! xo ily

Tom walked onto set with Harrison by his side like he did when he walked onto any set: his head held high, a coffee in his hand and ambition and energy like no one else to begin this new project. He smiled politely at all the young women who smiled enthusiastically at him. Tom had mentioned in interviews that he was nowhere near shy when it came to girls. If he wanted to talk to a girl or ask her out, he’d have no trouble doing so. He wasn’t cocky about it, he just believed that you had to put yourself out there to get somewhere – that thought came with everything he did.

“So, who else is on this movie?”

Tom sipped idly at his coffee as he turned to face Harrison, realizing he couldn’t really answer his question. He had spent so much of his time the last two months rehearsing and perfecting his deliverance of the new script that he hadn’t even done any research on his new colleagues. Right when Tom went to answer Harrison, his head shifted to look ahead of him as he heard a new voice in the room with them.

That was his first mistake.

You were simply standing there with your hair in a ponytail as you spoke to the director. In the time that it took him to notice the smaller details in your face he had already become distracted. Tom had no trouble talking to women, but, when your eyes came up to meet his he couldn’t stop himself from stumbling over his feet. He stopped abruptly causing Harrison to walk into him, in turn sending Tom’s coffee toward the ground.

“Oh, my god!” He heard your voice again but didn’t dare look up, afraid he might do something even more embarrassing than trip over himself.

“Mate, what the hell is wrong with you?” He turned to face Harrison with wide eyes, noticing that his coffee decorated the front of his white shirt and red flannel. He was about to answer when he heard you again.

“Are you alright?”

When Tom didn’t answer after the first few seconds Harrison nodded slightly and gave you a small smile. “We’re fine. Are you on this movie?”

You nodded with a bright smile. “This is my first movie! I’m playing Penelope.”
“Oh, the lead! Well, this is your counterpart, Tom. Tom, don’t be an ass, turn around and introduce yourself.” Upon seeing you, Harrison had a pretty good idea of what happened, allowing himself to give Tom a subtle smirk while Tom casted him a glare. He composed himself quickly before turning around with a smile.

“Hi, I’m Tom. Sorry for the cold shoulder, I guess I’m just a little embarrassed because of the, you know, coffee thing.”

“It’s no problem,” you offered with a laugh, and Tom had to resist the urge of blurting out that it was quite honestly one of the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. “I’m (Y/N)! I guess we’re lovers now.”

“What?” Tom’s eyes went wide and he heard Harrison snicker from behind him. He didn’t fail to notice the crimson color that dusted across your face.

“Um, in the movie. We’re love interests. Sorry, that was my attempt at a joke.” You bowed your head to allow your hair to curtain around the sides of your face to block the brightening color you had been developing.

You both let out a small sigh. This was going to be a long few months.

“Okay, Tom,” You replied, pausing to take another spoonful of your ice cream. “If you could live in any fantasy world. Which would it be?”

You and Tom had grown rather close the past three months of shooting. It wasn’t until the second month in when you both started to grow comfortable with each other. It was when you both had to shoot your kiss scene. You had gone to Tom’s trailer directly and asked if you could talk to him about the scene. You had told him that this was your first on-screen kiss, and because you were nervous you wanted to apologize if you didn’t do as well as you hoped.

“I seriously doubt you’ll be any bad at it.” As soon as Tom finished what he had thought was just a remark to himself, he shook his head and continued with,

“But, if it makes you feel better, we could practice in front of Harrison. I mean, I know he doesn’t equal the crowd we’ll have out there, but it’s something.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind. I love a good show.” Tom rolled his eyes without facing Haz and kept his eyes on you, smiling at you reassuringly.

“I mean, if you don’t mind,” you tried to breathe deeply in order to keep your face at a normal color.

“I don’t mind at all.” And after delivering the few lines that lead up to the kiss, Tom leaned in as the script told his character to, and when you kissed him it changed everything for you.

For both of you.

“Hm,” Tom contemplated your question. “That’s a good one. Maybe Zootopia.”

“Zootopia?” You stifled your laugh as you looked at him incredulously.

“Um, hell yeah. Can you imagine living in a world of nothing but animals?”

“But when you’d be an animal. There aren’t any humans in that universe, doofus.”

“Oh,” his cheeks turned a light pink. You felt bad for the light teasing so you shrugged slightly.

“Well, if that’s the case. What animal would you want to be?”

“Oh, Nick Wilde for sure. I’d be a fox. Cool, clever. I mean, I’m already pretty close.” He winked at you slightly.

“Har, har,” you rolled your eyes in return, your head moving down to rest on his shoulder as his arm went to hook around you.

It was difficult for Tom at first. Despite the hazing that came from Harrison, talking to you was one of the hardest things he ever had to do. He couldn’t understand why you had made him so nervous. He liked to think that it was because this was his first love interest in a film – one that he had to kiss. He was flustered and nervous, never having done a romantic comedy before. But, he knew deep down, that wasn’t the case. In all honestly he never worried about talking to girls because usually they would make the first move. Not that Tom was opposed to talking to them first, but being in the acting world led him to fear all kinds of rejection, so he reserved himself. But, he was just drawn to you.

So, when you came into his trailer that day to talk to him about the kiss, he used that as a way of making himself more comfortable with you. Maybe he didn’t have a crush on his costar, maybe this would solidify that he could be friends with a beautiful young girl that he had imagined kissing a couple of times. But when you agreed, he grew ten times more nervous. and When he finally kissed you it did solidify something – it wasn’t just a crush.

“Okay, my turn,” Tom thought about his question as he tried to ignore the smell of your lavender shampoo invading his senses and the warmth you provided as you inched closer into his side. “What’s your ideal date?”

“Easy,” you answered with no hesitation, “I want to go to a small diner and sit in a booth in a corner. I want the lights to be bright because I love the part of a date when you invade each other’s personal life. Nothing makes me feel better than seeing the expressions on people when they tell me about their childhood, their favorite song, what they would want to be if this were a different era or world.” You paused to look up at Tom, only to realize his eyes were already fixated on you. “I want to know small things about them. What they ate that morning, what their favorite scene in their favorite movie meant to them, had they ever broken a bone?”

Tom felt his breathing become shallow, not being able to shake the feeling that you were talking about him, to him. “Would you let him get a question in before it was over?”

“Of course,” you breathed, “I’d want him to invade my personal space, too. Even something as small as what my favorite color is.”

“And then?” Tom hadn’t realized, but both of your voices had dropped down to a whisper.

“And then he’d walk me home. He’d still be holding my hand,” at this Tom’s hand instinctively reached for yours, lacing your fingers together. You didn’t mind, your eyes were staring into his, to entranced to react to anything now. “He’d compare me to something as cliché as the moon and hopefully tell me that he wished the night never had an end.”

“And then?” Tom couldn’t help the small smile that graced his features as he looked down at you. His eyes alternating from your eyes to your mouth.

“And then he’d kiss me.”

Without thinking Tom leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, still holding your hand. He had only let go when he felt you fighting against his, only to bring them up to his face. His hands dropped down the grip your sides. The kiss was agonizingly slow but it left you breathless just the same.

Tom was the first to pull away, but even then, he hadn’t pulled away completely. He leaned his forehead against yours and looked at you with a small smile.

“What’s your favorite color?”


Summer 2015 anime in a nutshell:

aoharu x kikanjuu: ohshc but with guns

charlotte: nobody in this anime is named charlotte

durararax2: yandere olympics

gakkou gurashi!: haha this show is pretty cu- WHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFU

gangsta.: hot people

monster musume: guy with no pupils is forced by the government to live with monster girls who are cute but also thirsty as fuck

prison school: *strategic fart noises*

ranpo kitan: young androgynous sinnamon roll enthusiastically solves brutal homicides and turns his best friend gay

rokka no yuusha: hot people

shimoneta: in a future distopia, a daring group of young rebels commit acts of terrorism to save dick jokes


Idk how I haven’t seen this till now, but OMG, I’M DYING. 😂😂😂

Something in the way you move: Part 2

Relationships: Bucky Barnes x Reader

OC: Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner

Summary: Your brother-Steve Rogers- will marry a week later. And what about you?

Warnings: fluff, implied smut

Word Count:4539

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A/N: Hi guys, thank you for liking and reading first part. Hope you like it. Please warn me if I have made any grammar or spelling errors.Meanwhile, don’t hesitate to text and say your opinions. With love.x

“Is she dead?”

"She looks dead.”

     She felt she woke up from her sleep with voices. She went back to the warmth of her bed and turned in the bed where she slept. She tried to open her eyes with the breath she felt on her face. She took a deep breath while her eyelids weren’t being opened. The first thing she saw was the white ceiling. God, it was so bright. Her whole body was sore.

“Oh, my God, you’re alive.” She heard a familiar voice. Why did Natasha have to yell? She snorted when she was shutting the pillow in her face. All her sleep was lost. She tried to remember what happened when she realized she was lying on the couch in the living room. She was at the party last night, and she remembered she had the beer she held. She felt the sharp pain in her head when she remembered seeing Bucky with another girl. She remembered going into a crowded bar. The rest was nothing, the picture was blank. She sat on the couch. She snorted when she noticed that the muscles on her back hurt. When she took her face in her hands, she started massaging her temples.

“Aunty (Y/N).“ When someone attacked her, she lost her balance and lay back on the couch. She couldn’t stop smiling when she saw the little girl climbing her lap. Sarah, Natasha’s daughter, was smiling at her.

"Hello, sweetheart.” The little girl put her little hands on her belly and bent over.

“Hi. You look sick. “She let little hands walk on her face and smiled at her. She was giggling when she realized Sarah was trying to measure her fever. The curly long hair was tickled for her face.

“No, honey, your aunt drunk too much juice last night.” Bruce winked at (Y/N) when he took his daughter out of her lap.

“Daddy, I know what it’s like to drink alcohol. How old do you think I am?  Three? ”

     When she took a shower and returned to the living room, she found her friends and her brother at breakfast. A warm shower and a painkiller made her feel good. Her stomach was growling and she put her hand on her belly. She wouldn’t say no to some oatmeal. Steve, Peggy, Natasha, Bruce, and Sarah were around the dining table. She realized how much she missed them when she’s hugging her old pals. Natasha and Bruce were married for ten years, and they had a perfect daughter. Sarah, who looks like a copy of her mother, grinned at her while licking finger-smeared chocolate.

“What did you drink last night? You seemed dead when you slept on the couch. “She knocked Bruce out of her eyes and grabbed the banana inside the bowl.

"Oh, Bruce, you always manage to compliment.” He was right, (Y/N) wanted to scream when she saw herself in the mirror. Her hair was balled up and her makeup was running on her face. Her clothes smelt like a dead skunk. Alcohol, smoking, sweat… She’d feel much better if she hadn’t left the party. She couldn’t understand why she bothered to see Bucky with another woman.

    Bucky wasn’t home. Her eyes were looking for him when she walked into the living room. She wanted to know how she got home, what she did after the party. And she wanted to know if he came home with a woman. Was it possible that Bucky was sleeping with another woman in his bed?

“Do you know (Y/N), I’ll be bouquet girl.” She threw away her thoughts and went back to talking at the table. They were talking about the wedding. (Y/N) was bored. She had no interest in all this wedding planning. Walk down the aisle, take your vows and accept the congratulations. That’s it, it’s over.

“Well done, dear, I’m sure you will gather everyone’s gaze.”

    Bucky walked through the door while she was taking a bite of your cereal. He left his bag at the entrance and took off his headphones. The sweat was on the T-shirt, and the basketball shorts were shaking off his butt.

“Hey guys, welcome.” When he saw her, he stopped smiling.  She looked at the man trying to give meaning. She frowned her eyebrows on when she thought he looked at her as if he had seen a monster. She must have done something wrong last night.

“Good morning, Bucky.” Bucky, who clearly didn’t care, greeted her with his head. (Y/N) was dying of curiosity. What could have done badly?

“Bucky, can you hold on? I need to ask you something. “Bucky stood in his bedroom door and looked at her.

"I need to shower, I stink.”


    Natasha and Bruce were wearing their jackets; (Y/N) watched them. They were going to double date as 2 couples.

“Thank you for keeping an eye on Sarah. For a long time, only the two of us couldn’t go anywhere. “Bruce kissed her on the cheek while holding her wife’s hand.

"It’ll be nice to feel young again.” Natasha smiled enthusiastically at (Y/N) and took her bag from the floor. When Steve and Peggy accompanied them, they came out of the door and (Y/N) closed the door.

      Sarah was watching cartoons on TV, eating popcorn on her lap. She remembered she had another thing to do before she joined her. Bucky ran away from her all day long. He was involved in the conversation by establishing short and simple sentences, and he didn’t look over the side (Y/N). When she knocked, she was waiting for a sound from inside the door of his room. When he told her to come, she shoved her body through the door. Bucky was focused on the laptop on his lap.

“Are you busy?” When the guy lifted his head and saw her, he hung up on his laptop and put it on the bed.

“No, is there a problem?” She had her arms on her chest and looked at him. Why was he acting like a dick? She wondered where sarcastic and upbeat Bucky went. It hurt her heart to see him like that.

“I wanted to ask you the same thing.” She kept looking at him with her eyebrows cracked. While the tension between them rapidly increased, the man took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“(Y/N), do you remember anything about last night?” The sound she heard was desperate and fragile. She licked her bottom lip and spent her weight on her other leg.

“I remember going to the party together. I remember not having much alcohol, bored and leaving the party. I remember going to the bar I saw on the way home. The rest is emptiness. Why do you ask? Did I do something wrong? "She was afraid of his answer. Her predictions were correct; the distance between them was her fault. She knew how she lost herself when she got drunk. She didn’t care about the rules of respect and she was doing whatever she wanted. Bucky lifted his head and got up off his bed.

”(Y/N).“ She bit her bottom lip when she realized he was shy as much as she was.

"Do you want me to enlighten you about the rest of the night?” She shook her head quietly.

“You were so drunk when you came home last night. I wanted to sober you up, take you to bed and tuck you in. You objected. “She liked his kindness. Bucky stepped in and lowered the distance between them.

"You asked me to fuck you. Fuck you hard. "She held her breath.

"Oh my god.” She was embarrassed. Yesterday she remembered how she was driven after seeing Bucky naked. And when she got drunk she threw herself into his arms. When her cheeks warmed she shuddered and bowed her head forward. She had confessed to herself that she found him attractive.

“Do not be ashamed (YN), you were not the person last night. Technically you were, but you were not yourself. You don’t need to be ashamed, after all, you were drunk. You did not say those sentences by will. "She was even ashamed when Bucky held her hand and stroked. If Bucky was mocking, she could have made it easier. But the man in front of her was understanding.

"Hey, look at me.”

“(Y/N), would you look at me, please?”She wished to close her eyes when he picked up her chin and lifted her head. The blue eyes clung to her eyes. They were like the ocean. She wanted to get lost in the depths of his eyes.

"Were you serious when you said it?” She did not know. Yes, she was impressed by Bucky; yes she wanted to sleep with him. But she had to think about the consequences of her decisions. She wanted more than one-night-stands. She wanted to start a serious relationship with someone. She couldn’t tell him real thoughts because she knew Bucky didn’t want a relationship. She did not listen to her heart’s voice and directed her gaze to the man. When she realized he was waiting for an answer, she took a deep breath. (Y/N) worked on her smile and rolled her eyes.

“Of course I was not serious, Bucky; the drunkenness makes the person talk nonsense.”She waited for the man to react. Any reaction. She wanted to see something different in his eyes.  A hope that he wants her too … Bucky cleared his throat and pulled back.

"I’m glad I stopped you then.” (Y/N) nod with a painful smile.


     She was watching the film without fail as she threw the popcorn into her mouth. After they talked, they returned to the living room and watched an animated movie with Sarah. Inside Out was a very entertaining movie. As she laughed at the scene, she threw her hand across the bowl standing in Sarah’s lap. The popcorn had a magic. Once you had eaten, you could not stop yourself. When her hand contacted with a hot hand, she froze on the spot. Bucky was watching the movie unaware of the touch. When she pulled her hand with the frustration and put it on her stomach, she stared her eyes at the screen.

     Bucky stopped the movie when he heard the door open. Peggy and Steve should have returned from their double date. Peggy greeted the trio sitting on the couch while giggling and taking off her heels.

“Sarah sweetheart, wear your coat. Let’s not piss off your father who is waiting for us. "Natasha, who came in, hugged her daughter and greeted her friends with her hand. (Y/N) realized that her brother’s nose was red when he came in. The outside had to be quite cold. Sarah started telling her mother the movie they were watching when she was wearing a coat. Bucky went to the kitchen when (Y/N) watched the little girl.

"What does it mean to fuck, mummy?” The house quieted as Natasha’s smile left its place to anxiety and confusion. Natasha stroked her daughter’s left cheek.

“Honey, where did you hear that word?” Sarah, aware of nothing, directed her gaze to (Y/N).

“Aunty (Y/N) wanted Uncle Bucky to fuck. Fuck her hard. “Bucky stopped in the place where he was drinking his water. (Y/N) looked at her brother with a fear in her eyes.

"Oh shit.”

   She felt like she had returned to puberty. She was sitting on the couch again, while her brother was scolding. She breathed while studying the pattern of the carpet on the ground. Bucky, sitting next to her, was watching the carpet just like (Y/N).

“What is wrong with you, guys?” Steve was walking in the living room with his anger, while his face was red. He clasped his arms in his chest, shaking his head in disbelief. (Y/N) finally saw how angry he was when she looked at her brother. She wanted to be buried in her seat. She wanted to get lost between the two soft cushions.

“Dude, you have five emotions that control your brain: Joy, fear, disgust, sadness, and anger. The anger is trying to capture you. ”(Y/N) looked at the man sitting next to her. Did he just show an example of the movie they just watched? When she wanted to tell him to shut up, she heard Steve groan.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Bucky?” Well done, Bucky, you poked the bear. From the beginning of the conversation, Peggy was standing in the corner of the room. She didn’t want to interfere but she took a step to his love when she saw how angry he was. She hugged the man from behind and tried to calm him down. Steve’s tough expression, which reacted immediately to her touch, fell down.

“Can we find out what happened before you storm around?” Steve sat in his chair, taking his face in his hands.

“OK, how long is this going on?” How did something that never started continue? (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Steve, I talked nonsense when I was drunk. Bucky did the right thing and stopped me. We are both ashamed as hell. Please let us to take care of this situation between us. ”(Y/N) gave him the puppy look knowing his weakness. She took a deep breath when she realized that his abusive expression had disappeared.

“I know Bucky’s embarrassed at least as I do.” She closed her eyes and waited for Bucky to fit in. When she turned her head and looked at the man, she saw a smug grin on his face.

“Yes, it was too ‘hard’ for me too."Steve stepped up from the living room, and Peggy followed Steve. (Y/N) took her face in her hands and closed her eyes.


“If it is possible, put all your money in that sentence.”

         It was very quiet around the next morning after the discussion. She leaned up from her bed and scratched her body as she walked into the bathroom. After last night’s dishonor, Bucky gave the entire room to (Y/N) and went to the couch with the pillow he had taken. (Y/N) slept in a big bed, but she could not sleep well anyway. Thoughts kept her brain busy. She was able to remember that night with all details. How she sat in his lap, the feeling of his skin on her lips, the smell of his cologne … She remembered his fingers in her hair before falling asleep in his lap. When (Y/N) asked if he wanted her, she remembered how Bucky shook his head. Bucky wanted (Y/N). Desire was mutual. There were real feelings under all his jokes.

       She remembered Steve’s face last night as she was brushing her teeth. The body shuddered when she remembered how it was red, his whole body was stretched. He was protective and he was naturally worried about his only sister. What (Y/N) didn’t understand was why he didn’t admit that she was a grown woman. She was able to make decisions and was able to understand what was good or bad. (Y/N) knew she had to stay away from Bucky despite all her emotions. She dropped her pajamas to the floor and went under the hot water. As the hot water took all the worries, she began to relax. Everything would be nice, only (Y/N) needed a solution.

    She passed by Bucky who is sleeping on the couch and walked to the kitchen. Peggy was cooking with just Steve’s t-shirt. When she saw (Y/N) coming, she turned to her. While she had a small smile on her lips, she was staring at her.

“Good morning, I am making French toasts.” She leaned against the door while her mouth was watering.

"Do you need my help?” When Peggy shook her head, (Y/N) opened the fridge and pulled the water bottle.

“I remember how much you love. Bucky’s crazy about French toasts, too. You two look very much like each other. ”(Y/N) continued to watch her without saying anything. Did they really look like that? Was it a good thing to love the same food or movies?

“After Steve’s behavior last night, I wanted to make you happy. Steve. Steve can sometimes be dick-headed. ”(Y/N) sat in the chair. Peggy had always been an understanding woman. Steve quickly gets angry; Peggy has always calmed him down.

“Thank you, Peggy, this is so sweet.” Peggy was preparing breakfast without looking at her.

“So what if there’s something going on between you? You are both adults and you can make your own decisions. When I told him these things, he grumbled and went to brush his teeth. Moreover, he brushed his teeth before entering the bed. “She smiled at her cheerful voice. Knowing that Peggy thought just like (Y/N), she comforted a little.

"He’s a Rogers man. Just like my dad, he wants to control everything. It’s not too late to cancel the marriage. "Peggy laughed when she joked.

"It’s too late now.” She washed her hands and sat opposite (Y/N). She looked at her sincerely.

“What about you? What do you think? About all this. ”(Y/N) sighed and looked at her eyes. She did not have to hide her feelings, even if she was afraid of them. Peggy supported her no matter what. Perhaps it was good to explain her feelings to someone.

“I do not know, Peggy, everything is so complicated.” She turned her head to the couch. She looked at Bucky’s relaxed face. He looked so peaceful. Peggy put her right hand on (Y/N)’s hand and tightened it.

“Honey, tell me your real feelings.”

“Bucky is the strange person I’ve ever seen in my life. Handsome, kind, polite, understanding; irresponsible, cynical, irrational …Sometimes I think he is crazy. I’m not afraid of anything when I’m with him, I’m not afraid to say my feelings. But I can’t trust him, Peggy; I can’t take over all responsibilities for a relationship. "For the first time, she could smile sincerely, feeling her weight over her chest. Peggy was staring at her with a grim smile.

”(Y/N), Bucky is better than you think. Don’t believe how he looks from the outside; there is a man who can do anything for the woman he loves. Steve knows it, but he’s fooling himself not to believe. Talk to Bucky; tell him these thoughts before it’s too late. Otherwise, he will be ruined. How can you not see that he is burning for you? He was burning for a hope. A hope for your interest … “(Y/N) looked at her by not believing what she heard. (Y/N) licked her bottom lip hoping that what Peggy said would be true.

    Steve heard the voice of two women before entering the kitchen.  They were whispering, he began to listen to what they were talking about. When he woke up in the morning, he thought about how unfair he was to his sister and Bucky last night. While listening to his sister’s thoughts about his best friend, a smile was found on the edge of his mouth.

    He turned his head to his sleeping friend on the couch. Peggy took Steve to meet her family in the fifth month of their relationship. With all the nerves he had while he was sitting on the dinner table of the Carter family, Bucky came to him. During the meal, he told Steve about Peggy’s embarrassing stories and tried to make Steve feel good. From that point on Steve trusted Bucky. Bucky, who looked like a bastard from the outside, Steve knew how good a man he was. He was working in Stark Industries. His programming skill proved how smart he was. He turned his gaze away from Bucky and took a deep breath. When he entered the kitchen, two women he loved in his life ended their conversation and greeted him. Steve wanted Bucky to know his sister’s feelings. Maybe when he woke up, they sat down and Steve could tell his friend. He found it more logical for her sister to talk to the man, and he threw his thoughts on the side and gave a kiss to the lips of his lover.

"Come on, I’ll wake up Bucky.” He walked out of the kitchen and walked on the couch. What he didn’t know was that his friend had already been awakened. Bucky heard everything.

   After lunch on Sunday, everyone was at home. Peggy and (Y/N) were sitting on the couch, watching TV. (Y/N) groaned when she plaited Peggy’s hair.

“Kourtney, I do not understand why you’re doing this. If you do not want to invite the party, tell Khloe."Yes, you guessed right. Two women were watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians. Peggy laughed while extending the hairpin. She enjoyed the fact that there was another woman at home.

"Oh God, the room is full of estrogen hormone. I guess I’ll menstruate. "Bucky rolled his eyes when he sat in the seat. (Y/N) glanced at him.

"We thought you did last week.”

“How old are you? Seven? "Steve entered the living room as Bucky and (Y/N) tried to humiliate each other. He left coffee cups on the coffee table.

"Hey you two, stop!” (Y/N) clasped her arms in her chest and paced her seat, Bucky soured. Steve had apologized to his sister and Bucky while having breakfast at the dinner table. He said he would not be involved. All he wanted from them was not to upset each other. He didn’t want a strange atmosphere at home. When (Y/N) came back to the screen, her phone rang on the coffee table. When she reached out and took her hand, she began to read the message.

“Ted is in the city. He wants to have dinner with me.” She looked up at the screen with surprise; Peggy extended her head and tried to read the message. Steve, while sipping his tea; he looked at her sister.

"Is that Ted who travels around the country with his private jet?”(Y/N) nod at him. She looked at Peggy as she thought about what she would reply to Ted’s message. Her cheeks warmed when she saw Peggy’s grin.

"Ted? Who is Ted? "She ignored Bucky’s curious question and began to drink her cup.

"What are you going to answer?” (Y/N) frowned and left her phone in her arms.

“Am I the only one who wonders who Ted is?” Bucky moved his gaze to the people in the room.

“Ted is the person who stole (Y/N)’s flower.” Steve grinned at his sister; (Y/N) leaned over her head. Oh, my God, someone should have killed her brother.

“Will you meet someone who took your flower?  Is he the thief? "Everyone started laughing. Peggy stopped her smile and looked at her cousin.

"Dumb, we’re not talking about that flower. You get it? "Bucky buried in his chair when he understood the idea. While Steve was wiping away the tears flowing from laughter, (Y/N) wanted to die. There was no point in opening this subject.

"Wait, let me tell you, Ted. (Y/N) has a very funny memory with this guy. ”(Y/N) threw her little pillow next to her friend.

“No, you don’t.” Peggy ignored (Y/N)’s stimulating glances and sat in her seat. She grinned at Bucky, who was curious.

“ (Y/N) was 16 years old then. She was bored at home, wanted to have fun. All her friends were busy that night. She went to bar by herself using her fake identity. "When (Y/N) turned her gaze to Bucky, she saw the man was listening carefully to his cousin.

"Of course she got drunk with alcohol. A boy came by while sitting in the bar. They spent some time together; (Y/N) was having fun. She had to go home when her father called that night. ”(Y/N) closed her face with her hands. While she was expecting to die from the shame, she heard her brother laughing at her.

“You do not have to tell every detail, Peggy.” Without worrying about her angry voice, Peggy continued her story.

“Anyway, two years later, (Y/N) came to here to visit us. We went out. We went to bar actually. That boy got in while we were drinking. (Y/N) left me alone and went to him. When these two started talking, I went back home. He told her that he wanted to fuck and she agreed. Of course, she could not bring him home, there was no room. He was also a depressive human being who lives in his car. She leaned over and said, "Let’s fuck in the bathroom.” Two of them went to the toilet and started kissing. His dick wasn’t hardening because of the antidepressants he used.  When she gave up wanted to go home, she realized the door is broken. “

"Please don’t tell me you’ve lost your virginity with such an idiot.” Bucky rolled his eyes when he grunted to (Y/N).

“While yelling for help, someone heard her voice. He broke the door and saved her. And his name was Ted. She was so impressed by the man that she wanted him to take her home. Anyway that night, they fucked until the morning. Ted is a successful businessman. In the Forbes magazine, "Successful Businessmen under 30” is mentioned about him. He is a handsome man, too. “Bucky sat quietly in his chair as (Y/N) closed her eyes and listened to the laughter.

    When Steve and Peggy went to the theatre, (Y/N) was getting ready. She was going to meet Ted. She was supposed to get away from all this Bucky mess. She came into the living room while wearing her earrings. Bucky was sitting on the couch, watching the game. After the memory, he never talked, he didn’t even move in his seat.

“Are you going out?” He watched the game without breaking his eyes. He had no idea about the game; he was just looking at the screen. (Y/N) nod at him and took her purse.

“Yes, we will meet at the restaurant in an hour. Wish me luck. "She turned around and walked into the door.

"I didn’t know you were a gold digger.” Anger and astonishment were boiling her blood and she looked at Bucky.

“Excuse me?” He left the remote on the couch and sat up.

“I said I didn’t know you were a gold digger. You’re going out with a rich man. Will you sleep with him for his money? ”(Y/N) took two steps toward the man and frowned. Bucky was just staring at her.

“I’m not a gold digger.” She took a breath after every word. She raised her finger in the air, stepping towards him.

“Are you sure?” When she saw the grin on his face, she wanted to punch. What was he talking about? She shook her head with nerves. The man took a step and closed the distance between them.

“Prove it to me, then.” He held her hand in her waist and pulled it on her. She held her breath when she felt his breath on her face. They were too close and she was burning. She glanced at his eyes as she waved her arms around his neck. She closed her eyes when she kissed his lips.


A/N: since i literally don’t have any barry allen oneshots i brought this one back from my old account :)))

  • PAIRING: Barry Allen x Reader
  • SUMMARY: In which Barry always goes to Jitters but somehow always sees a girl there, typing. Boy meets girl, bam they fall in love right? Not their story…
  • WORDS: 1116 (it’s long sorryy)

DAY 1. It was a Sunday, he had work and she had an entry to write. He decided to stop by a place he’s all too familiar with to grab a cup of coffee to go. She decided the same.

He goes for the coffee, she goes there for inspiration. It was bound for the both of them to meet somehow.

That was the day, a cappuccino he ordered to the barista. That’s when he saw her, sitting on one of the uncomfortable chairs, the coffee shop had many to offer, her laptop on the square table with a notepad next to it. While her brows were furrowed, an obvious look of concentration, as she typed her delicate fingers on the keyboard.

The moment he saw her face, he was in shock at her beauty, gaping almost. The barista snapped him out of his daze, “one large cappuccino for Barry!?”

The young man shook his head, coming out of his daydream. Taking the coffee from the woman, smiling his infamous smile showing off his pearly whites as thanks.

With one last look at the mysterious girl, he left to go save the day.

DAY 2. He was there yet again, it’s officially been apart of his daily routine to get a cup of caffeine before he arrived at his workplace.

‘I guess you can say coffee has taken part of my life now,’ he would say if anyone commented about it. However, it was true if anyone had the courage to question about it.

When he was in line for the second day that week that was when he saw her, yet again, typing away at her keyboard. Her Y/H/C hair parted on her shoulder neatly, as it cascaded down to her waist [that’s how long my hair is lololol].

Barry couldn’t help but gape at her, again. He looked at his watch that his adoptive father gave him, sad to go to work now.

DAY 3. This time he went to the coffee shop around the afternoon, it was a Tuesday; one of his favorite days since it’s his day off.

That’s usually the day where he goes to his day job, S.T.A.R labs. However, today was different, he went to Jitters with his friends today.

Right when he walked in the ornate cafe, with his two friends by his side, he saw her once again.

This time though she stopped typing and looked up at him too, their eyes met for a split second but it felt way longer. As if time stopped, and they were the only two people on this Earth.

Cisco was the person that snapped him out of his daze, telling him that they found a table. It was at least 3 feet away from the stunning girl.

The whole time Barry shared his company with his pals, he kept his gaze on the mysterious girl that he keeps running into somehow.

Every time she would look up to meet his stare, he turns to his companions and played as if he was interested in their conversation. Barry was whipped he didn’t even know it.

Caitlin and Cisco noticed, sending a few knowing glances at each other. They didn’t say anything until they got back to the lab, Cisco immediately bringing it up. “So who was that girl at Jitters you were staring at?”

Barry just gave his long-haired buddy a glance, furrowing his brows. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

His pal gave him a mischievous expression, “Dude just ask her out.” The sentence made the brunet sigh, shrugging his shoulders.

DAY 4. The sentence that Cisco told him kept replaying in his head, over and over. Though Barry tried his best to shake it off.

The brown haired man didn’t know that they were going to meet again except this time it wasn’t at their usual place.

It was the job where his childhood best friend Iris worked, Picture News. The young man went to pick up his best friend for lunch.

Barry went towards her desk, where he greeted her. She smiled at him excitedly, “Barry! I’d love for you to meet someone,” the young woman enthusiastically greeted him without actually greeting him.

He was confused but still smiled his shy smile, and that’s when he saw her. Iris gently grabbed her by her wrist, smiling genuinely at her.

The girl’s eyes went wide when she saw him, it was the young man she has been coincidentally seeing day by day. Even though she didn’t look up the few times he saw her she still saw him from the corner of her Y/E/C eyes.

Once Iris brought her next to her, they were officially face to face. “Barry, I would like for you to meet my new colleague Y/N.”

After looking into each other’s sparkling eyes for a moment, they finally snapped out of it and introduced each other. “H-Hi I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” She politely extended her hand for him to shake.

He charmingly smiled, showing off his pearly whites. “Um…Barry Allen,” he shook her hand, butterflies erupting in both of their stomach’s. “Nice to meet you.”

DAY 5. It was work day now, waking up at seven AM has been his usual wake up time right about now.

He went to Jitters once again, then he saw her. Y/N, since he knows her name now and she knows his.

When he saw her, she looked up from her computer screen, smiling at him. He smiled back. Then checked his watch, luckily he had about ten minutes to spare especially since he is the fastest man alive.

He pulled up the chair across from the girl, almost immediately capturing her attention. “Hey,” Barry chuckled nodding his head at her.

“Hi,” she shyly smiled at him.

There was a moment of awkward silence between the two, then Barry asked the question he has been dying to ask her ever since he saw her. “Why is it that every time I see you, you always seem super attentive towards your computer?”

She licked her lips before speaking, a habit she’s picked up recently. “Well, I’m a writer and I recently started working at Picture News. Aside from actually doing my job, I like to write.”

He seemed mesmerized by her, “But why write here?”

Y/N looked around the cinnamon smelling cafe, smiling then looked at the cute boy in front of her, who’s looking at her like she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. “I come here for inspiration.” The girl shyly muttered, rubbing her neck with her hand.

One thing Barry knew in that moment, was that he was absolutely awestruck by this girl.

Fifth times a charm.

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anonymous asked:

Do you guys ever feel the "am I getting too old for cosplay" kind of thing? Being in the mid 20's range, more and more I see people my age dropping the hobby and just going to cons in casual clothes and sometimes I feel too old for everything that happens at cons. I'm not a frequent cosplayer either and only attend 2-3 cons at most a year (AN and whatever I can plan for, Canadian here) but any tips or advice for that stage in the hobby?

The average age of the Dangerous Ladies is 29.5 so… we feel you.

Here’s the thing:

By your mid-twenties, odds are you are settling into a career or have a better idea of what you’re doing with your life. You don’t have the free time of being in school (in the sense that a lot of people in school are spending as much time doing fandom stuff as they are studying) and while you may have a lot more disposable incoming virtue working full-time, you probably also have a lot more responsibilities and bills to pay. Your career may not allow an obvious public profile, especially not with some of the more salacious costume designs.

And you’re getting older physically, too. Suddenly characters that seemed worldly and mature to you as a teenager are now years younger than you. Every other anime has a cast of fourteen year olds, and the older characters are almost all grizzled old men. (Thank fuck for Overwatch, LawBreakers and other games with older ensemble casts!) Like many others, your body is probably changing; personally, I’ve never been happier with my body, but I also find myself pickier in what I adorn it with. 

And oh my god, keeping up with the teenagers and early-twenties at this age? I can’t change costume three times in one day, or have multiple new costumes for every convention, or impulse buy pre-made costumes. (When on earth would I even wear them, I wonder?) I just got off a multi-week crunch that culminated in a 82 hour work week, I don’t have the energy for a quick change.

And OH, god, the EXPERIENCE. If you’re thinking you’re getting old, you’ve probably been around for enough years to have developed some skills. You know what you’re capable of and how far you’ve come and want to go farther –– whipping out a shoddy costume sometimes isn’t enough anymore, you want to make something to the best of your ability. You know your stuff so your standards are higher, which slows you down even MORE.

Lots of people seem to see this change in lifestyle as an incompatibility with cosplay and drop out. Others struggle with having to cosplay differently –– maybe they don’t WANT to slow down even if the rest of their life (and potentially their body) is telling them it’s time. This is an age when you generally have to shift priorities around to make it work, and if you don’t want to change, dropping out seems better at times.

I feel we already let go of the madhouse, rapid-fire costume sprees years ago, but that doesn’t mean there hasn’t been growing pains. It’s been harder to get projects done as our responsibilities stack up in our personal lives. We’ve all felt read thin in some ways over the past few years, but we adapt!

So here are some tips:

  1. Use your years of experience to do fewer but more detailed pieces.
  2. See conventions as a time to spend with friends, not a time to be on the floor in something incredible at all times. I love balancing casual time with big costume time because it means I can spend quality time with friends in something comfortable and easy.
  3. Explore what cosplay actually means to you, and focus on that part.
  4. Assess what it means that people still want to spend time together. If people are going to conventions in regular outfits without cosplay just to hang out and see each other, then it means people in this community are forming friendships as people, not just because of a shared hobby. That matters! 
  5. Revitalize conventions for yourself by not going to crappy cons anymore. In Anime North’s case, I think lots of people drop out because Anime North is fucking stagnant. It’s easy to feel old when you’ve been going to a convention for ten years and nothing has changed and it’s not enjoyable anymore but you only go out of habit. Switch it up. Travel. Go to other conventions that do things a little differently; going to another place makes it feel fresh. 
  6. Be friendly with the younger folk. It makes me feel like a grandma sometimes, but spending time with people who are young and enthusiastic and still going hard can be kind of refreshing. They’re filled with infectious energy. 
  7. When you hear someone aged 20 or 21 complaining about feeling too old for cosplay, have a good belly laugh and keep on doing your thing.
  8. Relearn tailoring for your own body. It’ll keep you on your toes and it’s good practice 👍

- Jenn
These high school students threw an LGBTQ prom that few will forget.
The inclusive event was attended by over 300 students.

The message was aglow with joy, gratitude, and perhaps most importantly, comfort.

“I can’t believe it was real,” they effused. “I got to be myself and live the way I wanted.”

All while studying for AP exams, high school student Blair Smith fundraised, advertised, and organized an event that would be a lasting, enduring memory for so many of his peers: a Pride Prom.

Attended by an overwhelming amount of enthusiastic LGBTQ young people, Smith – unsurprised by the success – credits his & his fellow organizers’ hard work to their passion to provide an unforgettable night of happiness, fun, and comfort for young people who perhaps didn’t think it was even possible.

By partnering with local LGBTQ advocacy organizations including NOVA Pride and the Trevor Project, Smith demonstrates how much power one person can have to make things better for themselves, and for those in the community alongside them.

“There are accepted insurrections that are called revolutions; there are rejected revolutions that are called uprisings.”

“An insurrection is an enthusiasm. Enthusiasm may work itself into anger - hence the resort to arms. But every insurrection that takes aim at a government or a régime aims still higher. Thus, for instance, let us repeat that what the leaders of the insurrection of 1832, and particularly the young enthusiasts of the Rue de la Chanvrerie, fought against, was not exactly Louis-Philippe. Frankly, most of them honored the qualities of this king, midway between monarchy and revolution; none hated him. But they were attacking the younger branch of divine right in Louis-Philippe as they attacked the elder branch in Charles X; and what they desired to stamp out in overthrowing royalty in France, as we have explained, was the usurpation of man over man, and of the privilege over right, in the whole world.
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

Happy(?) Barricade Day to all of you! I hope you will hear the people sing.

Side note: I am quite sure that it was not my brain that came up with the barricade cookies. But I am not able to find the source. So if someone knows the genius creating them first - please let me know so I can credit this person!

“Oh my gosh it’s Jackson Storm! Can you sign my shirt?”

“Only if you sign my cast afterwards kiddo”

Jackson encounters an enthusiastic young fan and lets them sign his cast, something Jackson would have never wanted to waste his time doing before.

Based on @the-kings-tail-fin‘s fic on Jackson wrecking (x) and @softlight289‘s drawings of it.

anonymous asked:

How do you feel about Titus Andronicus?

nonstop horrible bloody revenge tragedy by young overzealous ovid and seneca fanboy shakespeare who wrote at 200mph screaming “MORE. MORE DEATH. MORE BLOOD. CANNIBALISM! MAIMING! FUCKING ROMANS!” and it ALSO gives us the closest thing we’ll get to a proper female revenger in the shakespeare canon. this is such a frenzy of destruction that it horrified old scholars and they tried to prove it wasn’t shakespeare. how could the man who wrote hamlet have written this??? but he did, and what’s more, the best parts - the more nuanced parts - were added by co-authors. like the fly-killing scene, where Titus reprimands Young Lucius for swatting a fly that allows us to reflect on how powerless we are in an unforgiving universe? if I remember correctly, it’s been worked out that Kyd added that bit in. because even the best writers were young and over-enthusiastic once upon a time, and this is play is baby shakey mashing together bits of his favourite myths and tragedies and then doubling the carnage and saying “THIS IS HOW YOU TRAGEDY, RIGHT????” while older writers gently intervened and said “yes, but… let’s add this conversation in too.” anyway it’s a hot mess but I fucking love it and in between all the crazy shit there are sparks of sheer brilliance and if you want a great adaptation watch Julie Taymor’s Titus. One of my fav movies of all time and it really gets how weird and disjointed the play is, the way it embraces the craziness and makes it hilarious, horrifying, sobering and heartbreaking all at once.

oh yeah, and

“villain I have done thy mother”

what a classic line.

a good way to cool rabbits down on a hot day is to rub ice cubes on their ears since they dissipate heat through them



a servant brings Lor’themar ice on a hot day and just watches as he rubs it up and down his ears, closing his eyes in relief, possibly muttering “ahh that’s the stuff”

Rommath conjures his own ice and administers it in private, ears flicking in pleasure in a manner most unbecoming of the grand magister

Liadrin cannot cope with the number of enthusiastic young blood knights jockeying to bring her ice

Halduron just jumps into a pool full of ice shouting ‘banzai!’

bookcaseninja  asked:

Do you have any tips for rewriting a fairytale?

I personally love a good fairytale retelling. I feel like this is a theme that’s a little more popular especially in fan fictions and YA books. I remember when Wicked first came out there seemed to be a flood of stories that started surfacing because people love seeing classics re-imagined. There are a few key elements that can help your story stand out.

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Seventeen as Haikyuu!! Characters.

S.Coups - Daichi

Papa Coups & Dadchi, this comparison was impossible to not make. Both have very gentle, strong natures that allow them to be wonderful leaders but behind that is deep caring and love for their crews and a slight dorkiness that captures everyone’s hearts. They both have that sexy vibe (*cough*daddy*cough*), and of course they are both super sporty (I know its a sports anime, but they both have them thighs, so you know what I mean)

Jeonghan - Oikawa

Both make the initial impression of being absolutely stunning, but don’t let that fool you. Both are people who love to get their own way, and they are more than a little manipulative of the people around. They are both very dedicated to their careers and they work hard to be the best. Both love knowing they are loved (Dino nugu aegi?) and they seem to thrive on it.

Joshua - Suga

Both seem to be the peace makers of their groups, they have a very peaceful aura about them and they seem to calm situations. They are both very charismatic and everyone seems to love them, and they are natural leaders who can guide a group to a goal. They are both very talented but somewhat underrated, but they seem to be happy to take a backseat and provide support when it’s needed.

Jun - Ennoshita

In the exact same way people seem to forget about Ennoshita, poor Jun is always being blocked by those logos. Both have a more chilled, laid back kind of energy and so you don’t always notice them at first. Ennoshita doesn’t play often, and we all know Jun isn’t getting all the lines he deserves (and yes I am bitter about it) but when they DO come forward you can bet everyone is screaming and cheering and routing for them to be amazing!

Hoshi - Nishinoya

H y p e boys with 10/10 energy, enough to fuel their whole team. Both are ESSENTIAL members of their team, Noya being the Guardian of Karasuno and Hoshi being the choreographer of a lot of their dances. They are both older members of their team who act like they’re younger. Both seem to be full of endless positivity, and their enthusiasm boosts their whole team and amps them up. I can also totally see Hoshi screaming if Dino complimented him, then taking him for ice cream.

Wonwoo - Tsukishima

Both of these boys initially come off as quiet, sassy string beans but we all know beneath that is a lot of squish (Wonwoo in general, and Tsukki with his dinosaurs and Yams). Both are known for not reacting emotionally to things, and both are confident in themselves. Both are also super important to their teams- Tsukki is a blocking genius and Wonwoo has a unique and lovely voice.

Woozi - Kenma

There are so many similarities between these two, I don’t know where to start. Obviously, they are both smol and totally cute (something neither of them seem thrilled about. I mean. Just look at their faces) and they both make everyone who sees them say “aww!” and call them cute. But both are very lowkey and are happy to not have attention on them. Woozi is the genius who writes Seventeen’s songs, and Kenma is his teams genius setter. They both have killer sassy/unimpressed faces.

DK - Asahi

(I didn’t realise how similar they looked until I put these photos together lmao)
Ok so!! Both are such gentle giants with dark hair. They both are so caring and kind and absolutely everyone loves them and wants to protect them. Both seem to take it upon themselves to make others happy- DK jokes around and acts like an idiot, whilst Asahi places immense pressure on himself to be an amazing ace. Both are also super!!! talented!!! Asahi with his amazing spikes and DK with his wonderful high voice.

Mingyu - Kurro

Both tall. Both devilishly handsome. Both gotta stop it. Both of these guys are super charismatic, their personalities are infectious and kinda goofy. They mess around, make jokes and make people laugh. They are also both pretty soft. Kurro loves Kenma more than most things, and Mingyu is like a mom in Seventeen who takes care of the other members. Also lets not forget MingyuxWonwoo and KurroxTsukki, they both have some strong bromances.

The8 - Kageyama

Both are super talented and blow people away with their skills. Initially, they might both seem a little… unapproachable? They don’t spend all of their time smiling, I’d say. But both are actually pretty soft (Kags with Hinata and The8 with Jun). They both work really hard at their skills, and both are perfectly sassy and lovable. 

Seungkwan - Bokuto

Both of these guys are loud, expressive and totally dramatic. We’ve seen Seungkwan’s explosions- “What are you doing?” “Kimbap be kidding” “Oh- so genius!” and obviously Bokuto is just a loud fellow. Both are also super enthusiastic about what they love, Seungkwan is loud and crazy when singing and dancing and Bokuto is loud and enthusiastic about vollyball. (Can anyone else totally see Bokuto running around the gym screaming “Jasmine!” and grabbing the other members?)

Vernon - Lev

Both of these guys are totally different to how they first appear. At first Lev seems cold, tall, scary and intimidating but in fact he is a giant toll who loves kittens and is clumsy and awkward. Whilst Vernon seems like a total fuckboy but he is actually a youthful meme. Both are actually totally goofy and silly and kind with their friends, and both are pretty cuddly guys.

Dino - Hinata

Both young, smol and totally enthusiastic. AND SUPER FREAKING CUTE OH MY GOD (Im fine, it’s ok). Both have so much raw enthusiasm for what they love, so much so that they are willing to work unbelievably hard to achieve their goals. Dino is an amazing dancer and is always improving, and Hinata is totally ace material and he improves so much over the seasons. Also everyone just really loves them and wants them to do well, they turn everyone into proud mothers and fathers.

☼ Iris