#angry kisses

[losersalad]

" b..but their proportions are..off " SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! THEY ARE LEARNING!!! THEY ARE PEOPLE!!! NOT EVERYTHING THEY DO IS GONNA BE PERFECT!! THEY DESERVE TO SHARE THEIR ART AND RECEIVE AS MUCH AS LOVE AS A BIG, " PERFECT " ARTIST!!! KEEP POSTING YOUR ART!!! MAKE THE CRITICS ANGRY!!! THEY ARE JUST PATHETIC CREATURES!! TRYING TO EATTT AWAY AT YOUR CONFIDENCE TO GROW!!! I'M GONNA TEAR MULTIPLE TREES OUT OF THE GROUND RIGHT NOW !! LISTEN TO ME, YOUR ART MAY NOT BE WHERE YOU WANT IT TO BE, BUT QUITING WON'T IMPROVE IT! I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOUR ART, AND CRITICS ARE LITTLE THINGS THAT LIVE IN LIGHTSWITCHES!! AND NEWSFLASH, NOT EVERYONE IS LOOKING FOR ACCURATE PROPORTIONS AND TO IMPROVE. III PERSONALLY AM ATTEMPTING TO IMPROVE BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN EVERYONE ELSE IS!!!

[mannien]

This, this masterpiece, add it to my gravestone pls

Kisses Series - Bucky x Reader(f) 4

Part 4: Angry Kisses (Based off of this post)

Authors Notes: Okay now I’m getting to the fun parts! Hope you guys enjoy this. Any feed back would be great.

Word Count: 600+

Notes/Warnings: aggression, kissing (duh?), violence

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“What was that?” You chased after Bucky.

He huffed and you saw his hair shift from a slight shake of his head. “What was what, (Y/N)?” He asked without turning around to look at you.

“You were pulling your punches.” You growled.

“No, I wasn’t.” He lied.

“Buck,” You ran to catch up to him and shoved him into the wall.

“What is wrong with you?” His voice raised.

“Don’t walk away from me.” You warned. “And when we spar, don’t you dare hold back like that, again!”

You shoved a finger into his chest and he grabbed your wrist twisting it away and making you groan when he manipulated your arm and body to press you into the wall he’d been previously pushed into.

“Don’t threaten me.” His breath was hot in your ear and you had half a mind to head but him.

“Don’t give me a reason too.” You were playing with fire and you knew it but he’d ticked you off and your brain wasn’t doing much filtering.

Bucky grabbed your neck with his metal hand. “I could break you in a matter of seconds. If I hold back it’s so I don’t kill you.”

You grunted and strained to break free of his grasp but he held you still.

“Don’t.” He tilted his head and looked down his nose at you.

You jerked your elbow backwards, ramming it into his ribs. He groaned and let go of you, stumbling back just a bit. You spun around and kicked his chest slamming him into the opposite wall.

He grimaced and his face scrunched up as he launched himself at you, swinging his fits towards your jaw. You ducked and delivered two quick blows to the soft tissue below his ribs.

He cursed and stepped away from you. Huffing his breaths as he glared your way.

“I’m not as breakable as you think, James. Don’t baby me.” You straightened, hoping this was the end of it.

But as soon as you turned your back you were pushed back into the wall, Bucky pressed against you. He kissed your neck and you huffed. You were supposed to be mad at him and this wasn’t helping your resolve.

He grabbed your jaw and turned your head enough to kiss your lips. His eye were closed but you kept yours open for a moment to study him. His brows were scrunched and his nose flared with an exhale, at any other time that would have plainly express his fury but the way he was kissing you said something else.

He pulled back and loosened his grip on you.

“I’m still mad at you.” You said with little conviction.

“Sure you are.” His hand drifted from your jaw and you turned against him, chest to chest. He ran his fingers through your hair as you two shared the hot air between you. “I’m not holding back because I think you can’t handle it,”

“That’s not what you sa-”

Bucky’s lips pressed hard against yours for a moment, shutting you up. “Don’t interrupt me. I was saying, I hold back because, on the chance that I do hurt you…”

You waited for him to continue. You could see the conflict in his downcast eyes.

“I don’t think- I couldn’t live with myself.” He finished with a broken stare into your eyes.

You just nodded. You knew there was nothing to say that would change the way he felt, at least, not right now. You reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Okay.” You swallowed the rest of your anger. “I don’t get it but…okay.”

“Thanks.” His eyes softened and he grabbed your jaw with a smirk, leaning in to kiss you again but you kneed him in the groin. 

“That’s for kissing me with out permission.” You winked and patted his back. “Don’t think I’m easy, Barnes.”

He answered with a moan. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

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[gwentbleidd]

still my favorite thing about all this is that joey batey really woke up one day, said 'hell yeah queer jaskier' and made thousands of people SO mad

[demaparbat-hp]

Fire Nation AU - a passionate kiss in the rain, they argued, tensions are high and Zuko is just about had it and bam they kiss

Rain kiss

[mblue-art]

angy

[mygaypotterblog]

Harry with every single horcrux because yes.

Sometimes I just want traumatized angry man to kiss the evil guy, yes this applies to multiple ships

[mayasdeluca]

MAYA AND CARINA STATION 19: 7x10 'One Last Time'

[freakshowcowboy]

[soft-pine]

when i think about this scene from 15.15 it makes me want to chew glass and tear up the walls in rage.

AMARA: I wanted two things for you, Dean. I wanted you to see that your mother was just a person, that the myth you'd held onto for so long of a better life, a life where she lived, was just that, a myth. I wanted you to see that the real, complicated Mary was better than your childhood dream because she was real. That now is always better than then. That you could finally start to accept your life.

for the record i want to say i am a known amara-hater. don't like the non-con shit. don't like that she's doing what so many beings in spn do and narrativizing dean's life back at him while judging him because she drew the wrong conclusions. but i think fandom does have a tendency to take those claims at face value because that is easier than combing back through to check if it's correct or not. (see for example, rachel saying dean only calls cas when he needs him in 6.18. narrativizing, incorrectly. but i digress)

so let's talk about mary. because, through the seething rage, i think two main things about this claim. 1. dean does not have this mythos around mary and 2. mary has arguably more of that mythos around dean.

first off, we'll tackle the claim that it's a myth that if mary hadn't died, dean wouldn't have a better life. because that is absolute, utter, dogshit. OF COURSE HE'D HAVE A BETTER LIFE. while i will always maintain that clearly mary and john were far from stable before she died, her death was what speared john forward into hunting, into turning his kids into soldiers, into neglect and parentifying, and every other god forsaken thing he did. "a better life, a life where she lived, was just that, a myth" - girl, i DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE DIVINE, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

like please don't come here acting like dean grieving the future he could have had that didn't include him taking care of his younger brother alone in motel rooms for days while maybe actually being left as bait for the Kid-Eater is a character flaw on his part that he needs to learn better from.

next, amara claims dean needs to see the "real, complicated Mary."

but hasn't he? dean goes back in time and meets his mom in 4.03 and 5.13. and both times he treats her both as a competent hunter and a colleague. like to be clear, before that, i dont think he was wrong to be relying on a four-year-old's memory of what his mom was like because that's literally all he had access to. but dean actually did meet and interact with the whole, complex woman who was his mother long before amara decided to teach him a lesson with her as the homework. in both 4.03 and 5.13, dean tries to give mary advice to save her life but he doesn't belittle her experience hunting or her desire to leave and life a normal life. i don't know what more you want from him in terms of interacting with his mom as a whole, real, complex person?

this also applies wholly and completely to his interactions with her when she returns in s12. he apologizes for being nervous for her safety (AFTER SHE WAS JUST RESSURECTED) at first. mary says she wants to hunt, dean gets on board. mary says she needs space, dean asks clarifying questions to best support her request. he gets mad at her not for being who she is or needing what she needs but for lying to him for months and working with people who tortured him and sam.

in fact, s12 is what i would point to to indicate how well dean articulates and navigates the nuance of being hurt by someone's actions while still understanding and empathizing with why they did it and forgiving them. for example, he says this in 12.04

DEAN: This whole mom thing, it's... I mean, we get her back, and then she leaves. I hate it, but I get it. I do. I guess I'm just...still working through some of that crap. I'll try to be less of a dick about it.

[you're not a dick, dean, ilu]

in fact, dean's much maligned "how 'bout for once, you just try to be a mom?" isn't even about dean wanting anything particularly maternal from mary. it's about him not wanting her to ditch them to hunt alone and/or with the aforementioned torturers.

so circling back to amara's speech about expectations and myths. cause while her words do not apply to dean. amara's speech does remind me of something that happens upon mary's return in s12. these lines from 12.03:

DEAN: Mom, it's okay. All right? You're home now. MARY: No. I'm not. I miss John. I miss my boys. SAM: We're right here, mom. MARY: I know. In my head. But I'm still mourning them as I knew them. My baby Sam. My little boy Dean. Just feels like yesterday, we were together in heaven, and now...I'm her, and John is gone, and they're gone. And every moment I spend with you reminds me every moment I lost with them.

of course she has every right to grieve the time she lost with her kids. but someone in this room is having trouble really looking at the people in front of them because of their idealized memory of who they were compared to are and It Is Not Dean.

and i just think about dean's speech in 12.22. cause it wasn't dean that needed to see the real mary. it was mary, tucked away in her dream world where sam is a baby and dean is a little elementary schooler who likes pie and has never held a gun, who needed to see the real dean.

[mrmeepsmadmind]

HE WAS D A S H I N G . TO GET THAT LAST LICK IN. OH MY GOSH. TAKE THiS, HOMEWRECKER!!!!!!! U THIINK U CAN TAKE HIS MAN AND GET AwAY WITH IT??? U JUST GOT ROUNDHOUSED BY THUNDERTHIGHS

[akuma-ren]

No bc mc's the brat in the relationship, she bites rafayel's lip which makes him pick her up to place on the bed, she ends the phone call b4 rafayel gets a chance to do anything. Then attempts to go for the bond mark, just to be stopped & flipped over by rafayel again. All this to push his buttons and make him lose his composure.

[undead-knick-knack]

He better watch out he better watch hE BETTER WATCH OUT--

[strangersteddierthings]

In the 19 years Steve's lived in this house, never once has he slammed his front door like that. Too scared of his parents' wrath should it have caused any damage.

It feels good.

He almost turns around to do it again, a fuck you to his parents and every decision they ever forced on him, but then he remembers. They're all in there. Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, Eddie, Robin. In his living room, making declarations and decisions about Steve's life for him. Or, well, one of them is.

Like his parents do. Did?

He didn't grab his keys, wallet, or even his coat, but he's not going back for them. It's cold, sure, but Steve's sure his anger will keep him warm until he reaches a destination. Any destination.

He just doesn't understand why- Why they keep doing this to him.

Why he keeps letting them.

No. No, that's a lie. He keeps letting them because he knows, deep down, he's not a fighter. Not for himself.

He'll put himself between the ones he loves and danger in a heartbeat; he's done that since the first time he watched a petal-faced monster peel its way out of the Byers' wall in '83.

But his parents trained the fight right out of him when it came to himself. It was easier to not argue, to just do what they wanted. They'd smile at him when he was good. They'd take him with on shorter business trips when he behaved. His mom would even allow a quick hug if he impressed a shareholder with how well-mannered and quiet he was.

He won their affections with obedience.

He's never- Nancy and he love each other now, but in the same way they all love each other after having survived the horrors the Upside Down. But Nancy never loved him the way he'd once loved her. That was bullshit.

Even Robin and Dustin. He knows they love him now. Will love him forever, going forward, but both had admitted to having a predetermined idea of who Steve was and what he was like and they weren't wrong but they also weren't right because Steve's never been Steve a goddamn day in his life.

Steve hadn't even known Steve until monsters came into his life.

The way everyone used to refer to him as the Steve Harrington was a judgement all its own. A thing that he was, and had no say to be otherwise.

Even Eddie, in the Upside Down, and now, in his own house.

Steve finally feels like he might be becoming who he really is and he's surrounded by friends and it just made him stupid. He'd thought it was confidence, when he pulled Eddie aside to talk, to confess, but then-

Eddie telling him he's confused. Like Steve is a child learning new concepts and not an adult who has been questioning how he feels about men since he first noticed other boys in middle school.

Eddie telling him, 'you don't want this, man. Not really.'

It's not fair.

Robin came out to him, and he'd just wanted to make her laugh so she would quit looking so scared. Eddie came out to him, and Steve had thanked him for trusting him. Jonathan, Nancy, and Argyle confess to all dating each other and Steve congratulated them. But Steve comes out and gets told he's confused?

And Steve didn't even refute it. Just got so hurt he couldn't be there anymore. Left his own house because he'd told Eddie he had a crush on him, and asked if he'd like to go on a date sometime and Eddie said no and told him he was confused.

Eddie doesn't get to decide that for Steve! No one but himself can decide if he like guys or not. No one gets to tell him he's confused about what he's feeling.

It's- that's bullshit, is what it is!

Steve turns on his heel and marches back to his house. His hurt has fully morphed to anger now.

Steve hasn't run away from a fight since '83, and he's not going to start now.

He rips his front door open and is greeted to everyone just inside the door, in various states of putting their winter clothes back on. All the faces look concerned, but he scans for Eddie's.

Eddie who looks relieved for all of two seconds, when it seems to dawn on him that Steve is angry, and it's directed at him.

"The appropriate response," Steve growls as he steps through his door and punctuates those words by slamming it shut again. (It's not as satisfying this time, because he sees how it makes his friends jump.) He barrels on with his words, eyes never leaving Eddie, "when someone comes out to you, is to say 'thanks for telling me' or perhaps even 'thanks for trusting me' or, if one is so inclined, to just say 'cool, dude' but you don't get- you don't get to tell me I'm confused!"

Eddie takes a step back, knocking directly in Argyle, who steadies him, but he doesn't say anything.

Maybe Steve should be more calm about this, given the audience, but he's not able to stop the words now that they've started. "I'm not confused, and I know exactly what I'd be getting into. You don't get to- to try and make your rejection my fault. If you don't wanna date me, just say so. But you don't get to try and tell me how I feel about you!"

From the corner of his eye, he can see Nancy trying to subtly shift herself and Jonathan away from the door, probably to get out of what really should be a private conversation, but Jonathan's a bit preoccupied by catching Robin around the waist as she lunges towards Eddie.

"What the fuck did you say, Munson!" Robin growls, arms swinging out like she's going to claw Eddie to death.

Argyle has inched back a bit, putting distance between him and Eddie in case Robin breaks free. "You dudes should probably talk this out in private."

"Byers, if you don't let me go right now-"

"Robbie, I got this," Steve says, because Robin shouldn't be turning on Jonathan when he's done nothing wrong. Robin continues to glare at Eddie for a few seconds before she makes eyes contact with Steve. He raises his brows slight -I got this- and she furrows hers -are you sure?-, so he tilts his head -yes, really- and she deflates in Jonathan's arms and allows him to drag her away.

"We'll just be in the rec room," Nancy says, looping her arm through Argyles and following after Jonathan.

Eddie doesn't bolt, which is a bit more than Steve expected. They both just stare at each other until they hear the click of the rec room door.

"Steve-"

"That was fucked up, Eddie," Steve interrupts.

"Yeah. It was," Eddie says, but doesn't offer up more, even though Steve is waiting for an apology.

"That kind of reaction is exactly why I didn't come out sooner. What would be the fucking point if no one even believed me? Or worse, if you'd given me that kind of reaction like, six months ago, I probably never admit to liking guys out loud ever again. You can't just- you can't decide this kind of shit for other people!"

"I know! I- I freaked out, and panicked, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Steve," Eddie says, and he sounds sincere and looks almost fragile while saying it that Steve loses a bit of his steam. He doesn't want to just keep yelling at Eddie.

"Yeah. Well. Thanks for apologizing," Steve mutters, crossing his arms with a huff.

Eddie worries his bottom lip before he seems to gather all his courage and says, "have I fucked everything up between us?"

"No. Not- I'm going to, like, need some time to get over my crush, but no. It's- it'll just be take time-"

"No! I mean, I can't- if you don't, uh, like me like that anymore I get it, but I- what I meant was. Well. No, I guess that answered my question."

Steve is confused, now. For real, and not about his sexuality. "What?"

"What?"

"You did it again. Deciding for me if I liked you or not."

"Shit. Fuck! Sorry," Eddie drops his head into his hands and groans. "I'm fucking this up so bad."

"Than use, like, real, whole sentences and speak to me!"

"I like you!" Eddie blurts. "I have a crush on you, too, but I- I fucked it up!"

"Yeah. Kinda."

Eddie makes a really pathetic noise at that.

"Not so much we can't, like, figure it out, though," Steve offers. "Not, like, right now, because I'm hurt and angry, but like, I'm not going to stop liking you because of one fight. Not. Uh, not now that I know you like me, too."

"Oh," Eddie whispers, then frowns. "For real?"

Steve rolls his eyes. "I said it, didn't I?"

"Sorry, it's just, just good things don't happen to me. It's- I'm processing, okay."

Steve lets out a long-suffering sigh and heads towards the rec room. "If you want to leave to 'process' alone, I get it, but you're welcome to stay. We can get this party re-started and hang out."

Eddie's silent a moment, and Steve thinks he's going to ask if Steve's sure, but instead he gets a quiet, "yeah. I'd like to stay." and the sound of Eddie's footsteps following him to the rec room.

-

@i-less-than-three-you @nburkhardt @afewproblems @skepsiss

[canisalbus]

I've been following you for years, and I love your art. Seeing you repost your older art pieces reminded me how much I loved the angry, bitter, miserable Machete art and how it resonated with me... but a part of me is also so happy to see the current art of him being happy. Cute art of him as a unicorn, or chilling in a bathtub with Vasco. Like, we're all growing and healing :')

[moriaarts]

sketch dump

Mostly Wax and Bo being sweet. My darlings Leki and Kiss. And Boil and Waxer fighting for their lives boba-sitting

[mensmommymilkers]

Had to draw the trio from from my fave book by @sarahreesbrennan as I reread for the millionth time 😮‍💨 They’re so fun