#jasper young

[gilbirda]

hot take but we as a society need to be more comfortable about discussing "icky" parts of history, and even telling the side of the "bad guys"

hear me out

history is written by the victors, and will be heavily biased. The defeated will be painted as evil, deviants and/or like they have always been "the bad guys".

Reducing people to "the bad guys" does a huge disservice to the opportunity of learning from the past, because it creates a distance between the modern reader and the actual events, it creates the comfortable position of "I'm not like the bad guys, so i will never make their mistakes"

I think is important we understand how and why people believed in something, and where did things turn a certain way. Yes. Even "the wrong side". Even the nazis. Even those people you are thinking about, whoever they are.

Because you are not immune to propaganda and it's so so so so important to understand what happened and how did we get to those points before we fall to the same techniques again and again.

"Learning from the past" isn't deleting the ugly parts or cringing when someone brings up war. Thinking otherwise is a huge mistake and precisely what someone who wants to make the same mistakes wants you to think.

[laoih]

SHADOW AND BONE Season 2, Episode 1 “No Shelter But Me”

[burrito-toast]

Jasper jump scare!

Special shout out to Jasper who was the only CEC character that didn’t terrify me as a kid.

I can’t see Jasper singing a synth/electro pop song, but at the same time..that would be amazing.

Anyways, shout out to all the Owl City/Mid-Summer Station album fans out there! The vibes are unrivaled (I know Ocean Eyes is good but no one talks about the midsummer station album!)

[imyourbratzdoll]

something I thought of in the shower, picture any male you like, no specific character for this.

warning - lots of swearing.

“Hey bab—“ Your man steps into the shower, wanting to join you before you and him seperate for the day (for work) “Shit! What the fuck, ow!” He screams before you even turn around to greet him, he immediately jumps out of the shower and runs from the bathroom.

After you finish up, having to take a good ten minutes to try and stop laughing. You get out, wrapping a towel around you and your hair/head. You find him dramatically sitting in front of a fan, fanning himself. “Why’d you leave so fast?”

“Why’d I… What do you mean why did I leave so fast?! Are you preparing for hell or something?! The shit was that? That wasn’t even a hand like when you do the dishes, no this was your whole arse body! Do you not feel that shit?!” His hands wave around, brows furrowed as he looks at you like you’re crazy.

You shake your head, walking over to him and kissing his head. “You’re so dramatic. It’s a good thing I love you.” You huff.

[sethsclearwater]

synopsis: reader shows paul all touch doesn’t have to be sexual

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

word count: 1.57k

notes: i listened to “thinking bout you” by ariana grande on repeat while writing this. fits the vibes perfectly imo

…

paul was generally very rough around the edges. you knew he had a rough past growing up without his mother in the picture and always did your best to be there for him on the rare occasion that he did want to talk to you about it.

most of the time, your relationship consisted of rough sex, cuddling at night, and him following you around just about everywhere you went as your personal bodyguard. though, you did occasionally get to see a softer side of him, something that you were slowly working at bringing out. 

you were in the bathroom of your shared apartment, getting ready to take a bath when you heard the front door open and close, letting you know that paul had just gotten home from patrol. sure enough, he came into the bathroom a few seconds later, smiling when he saw you, “hi princess,” he said softly, stepping over and pulling you into a hug.

you giggled, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him back, “you wanna come in the bath with me?” you asked, peeking up at him and smiling when he nodded.

he let you go so you could take your towel off, quickly stepping into the warm water while paul got himself undressed, climbing in a moment after you so he could sit behind you. you smiled, turning so you could straddle his lap, “i missed you.” you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his lips which he gladly returned. 

tightening his grip around you, he melted into the kiss, holding you tightly against him, “you know,” you giggled as you pulled back a bit, much to his dismay, “we can be intimate without having sex.” you explained, leaning forward so you could gently thread your fingers through his hair.

he furrowed his eyebrows together, clearly not understanding what you meant, “i think you’ll like it.” you said softly, “c’mere.” you whispered as you squirted a little bit of shampoo into your hand, threading it through his hair which almost instantly made him putty in your hands.

you were surprised by how quickly he melted against your touch as you gently massaged the shampoo into his hair. his grip on your hips loosened a bit, instead attempting to mirror your hand movements and gently massaging your lower back with his fingers. 

you smiled, “you don’t get enough gentle love.” you whispered, “you deserve more of that.” you added, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 

he watched you, clearly not totally sure how to process whatever it was he was feeling at the moment. whatever it was, you decided he must’ve been loving because of how he slowly leaned into your touch, letting you gently wash the shampoo out of his hair before you repeated with the conditioner a few minutes later.

“how do i…” he started, trailing off as he tried to figure out how to ask you how to reciprocate your actions. 

you smiled, “wash my hair?” you finished for him and he nodded, allowing you to take his hand and squirt some shampoo into his hand.

“jus’ be gentle. you know how to do that.” you said softly, “i trust you.” you added, both of you taking a deep breath together before he was running his hands through your hair.

he was hesitant at first, not seemingly particularly confident in his hair-washing abilities but when you closed your eyes, letting out a soft sigh as he massaged the shampoo into your scalp, he seemed to gain a bit of confidence.

after a few minutes of massaging your scalp, he gently worked at washing the shampoo out of your hair, “that was so good.” you whispered, opening your eyes to look at him. 

he smiled a bit at you, it was new for you to see the notoriously proud man seem insecure about something, “i promise.” you added, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips which he slowly returned, clearly doing his best to refrain from getting rough with you.

you pulled away a few seconds later, “you wanna let me rub your shoulders?” you asked softly, knowing how often the muscles up there were tense for him.

he slowly nodded, dropping his shoulders as you slid your hands up his chest, coming to rest them on his broad shoulders and gently kneading your fingers against the sensitive muscles. he exhaled softly, his eyes closing at the first touch which almost had you giggling but you stopped yourself, afraid you’d stress him out if you did.

paul gently kneaded at the muscles in your lower back while you worked at his shoulders, taking time to relish in making each other feel as good as possible. after a few minutes, paul’s fingers slowly stopped massaging you and you giggled as you realized he had fallen asleep.

you were ecstatic to know he felt comfortable enough with you to let his guard down like that, something you didn’t think you’d ever get to see from him. you slid your fingers off his shoulder and down his chest, stopping when they came to rest on his abdomen. 

his phone lit up a few moments later and you reached over to grab it, seeing it was a call from sam. you picked it up, speaking quietly into the phone in an effort not to wake him up, “hi sam.” you whispered, attempting to contain your giggles.

“y/n?” sam asked, “isn’t this paul’s number?” he asked again which had you giggling softly, paul’s hands tightening on your hips momentarily as he subconsciously adjusted himself under you.

“yes it’s paul’s number silly,” you giggled, “but he’s sleeping so i answered.” you whispered, watching paul’s sleeping figure adoringly. in that moment it finally hit you how hard you’d fallen for him, just having him be vulnerable with you reaffirmed how deeply in love you were with him.

sam’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts a few seconds later, “okay well can you tell him to give me a call when he wakes up? nothing urgent.” he said and you hummed in response.

“i’ll let him know.” you whispered, both of you quickly saying your goodbyes before you hung up. paul let out a soft groan a few seconds later, gently squeezing your hips.

“who was that?” he asked blearily, slowly opening his eyes to look at you. you smiled at him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“jus’ sam. said it’s nothing urgent.” you whispered, sliding your hands up his chest and wrapping them around his neck so you could pull him closer to you as you kissed him again.

while paul continued showing you the gentle touches you had him practicing earlier, you melted into the kiss, holding him close to you. the two of you took your time with eachother, not in any rush to end the moment which was quite the opposite of how your relationship usually operated - both of you racing to the finish line.

when you pulled away for air, paul ran his hands up your sides, “you wanna get into bed?” he asked softly and you smiled at him, giggling a bit, “not like that i mean. jus’ wanna lay with you.” he murmured softly, almost as if he was embarrassed to be confessing this to you.

you nodded, not even knowing it was possible to fall more in love with him than you already had. he helped you out of the tub, both of you gently drying each other off before he was helping you into new panties and one of his oversized t-shirts. 

once you got into bed, paul was quick to pull you into his arms, resting his forehead against yours as he held you close to him. you smiled, peeking up at him, “you okay big guy?” you whispered teasingly and he nodded, offering you a soft smile.

“jus’ love you more than i thought i did.” his confession was hushed, almost like he was afraid if he spoke too loud he’d scare you off with the honesty of it. 

“i love you more than i thought i did too.” you whispered back, running your hands up his bare chest to cup his face in your hands. 

he leaned into your touch, seeming entranced by the softness of it for a moment, “i don’t deserve you.” he murmured, thumbs rubbing soft circles on your shoulder.

you shook your head, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips, “yes you do.” you whispered when you pulled back, lips only separated from his by a few centimeters, “we’re made for eachother, remember?” you asked softly, referencing the imprint bond that effectively tethered the two of you to each other for the rest of your lives and then some. 

he took a deep breath, nodding as he let your reminder sink in. you slid one of your hands around his neck, gently threading your fingers through his wet hair and massaging at his scalp while the two of you just basked in each other’s presence. 

“i love you.” paul murmured as he closed his eyes, drifting off as he sank into your touch and you smiled, “i love you too paul.”

[nobody0805]

Why is he wearing a tie to school.

Jasper

Honey

You don’t have to wear a tie to school.

It’s not a formal event.

[hazeofhearts]

“i don’t like thinking about luck because if things happen by chance then that means i have no control over what happens to you two or your kids.”

burrow’s end is a story about family, a story about loss. it’s a story about a scrappy family hanging on by their claws to survive and keep going.

but i feel that, more than anything, burrow’s end is about motherhood. being a mother, raising kids, losing a spouse. being so, so, so scared that the world is going to mistreat your children and there isn’t anything you can do about it.

tula and ava mirror each other. their grief manifests in different ways, but ultimately it means they keep going. and they’re watching viola about to start the same process. they’re going to watch viola worry and stress about her babies and they’ll be there for her. (hopefully)

[forseties]

from this. bonus

[captain-lessship]

Breathe

a/n: I loved this request and I loved the idea of a overwhelmed reader and I am just 💕💕

You were tried and you were laying on your bed, looking up at your ceiling.

“What’s wrong?” A calm voice asked. 

You happily lolled your head to your window, where the blonde boy was sitting. It was Jasper, your boyfriend.

“Today’s just been,” you shrugged, “tiring.” 

You began to rant on about how your friends were acting, how your family was bickering then switching up and laughing with each other.

You loved each and every one of them but the constant fluctuations threw you for a loop.

He had moved to sit on the bed, he fiddled with your hair as you talked, calming you slightly. 

“You aren’t responsible for their feelings and you don’t need to bring them onto you and your feelings. It isn’t good for you, lovey.” 

You moved to lay your head in his lap, “I know, I know but it’s just so hard.”

“Because you care.”

“Because I care.” 

He sighed, “It’s admirable to an extent but you need to take care of yourself.” He sat you up and you turned to look at him.

“Breathe in,” you followed his words, “Breathe out.” 

“Say it with me.” He began, “I care about people.” 

“I care about people.”

“People care about me.”

“People care about me.”

He held your hands as you went back and forth, speaking words that made you feel better and not as alone. 

“Thank you,” you said, hugging him.

He hugged you back and fell back onto your bed. “You’re welcome.”

“You’re so good to me.”

“It goes both ways. You make me feel better about myself.”

You smiled as you rolled up his sleeve and began drawing shapes on his arm. He let you do this as a sort of relaxation technique, he didn’t mind you seeing his scars and he saw yours. 

He felt a slight wave of relief come over you, he smiled to himself as he rubbed his hand up and down your back. A tip-tapping added a even greater sense of peace in your room. 

“It’s raining.” You whispered.

“It always is here.” 

[scribe-of-hael]

When you are thinking about your Rival and enemy way to much , it can cause for some ummm-

Concern

Even Jett has found herself to thinking about the "Evil" Seeker far to much. So might say she's trying to engage in combat with him just to see him WHO KNOWS?~

This is acutally a young Jett ! You can tell by the lack of a scar over her brow and lack of some wrinkles. But yes even then to herself she'd think about her dog fighting Rival after some years of going toe to toe.

[smh-tuna]

don’t mind me 🤭✨

[soulc-hilde]

0.0 - Nature and Her Children

Pairing: Jacob Black x Black!OC [Circe Davis]

Synopsis: The town of Forks is home to few and a stranger to newcomers. Bella Swan's return to her hometown initiates an unprecedented change in a universe far from her understanding. As her curiosity fuels her obsession over her mysterious yet isolated classmate -- Edward Cullen, Circe Davis falls victim to her family's curse. Forced into a vulnerable state, Circe and her family must take arms against their greatest threat.

Divider By: @strangergraphics-archive

My life has been centered on something far bigger than myself. 

My mother would always say that our existence is sourced by a form of nature we as humans overlook a lot.

She, nature, portrays our emotions. Our tears and our angers. Our happiness and our anxiety. However, she lacks a face. She lacks the ability to create a tangible relationship with her children.

Instead, she births life to those who are to enforce her wrath. Enact her joy and protect her from her horrors. 

Circe Woods and her mother, Corinne Woods, were not strangers to the damp, somber atmosphere of their little town of Forks, Washington. The home of 3,120 people, constantly covered in shrouds of clouds and rain, its people live within a bubble – surrounded by forests and wildlife, far from the crowded bustling urban world. A town filled with families that know one another, privacy a lack luster fantasy.

In the eyes of their fellow townsfolk, the Woods have always been a good family. Granted, their family name hadn't lived in the town for centuries, but the impact of Corinne's parents and their legacy spoken so grand it could be mistaken as an art of mythology, was enough to cement the family in a good light. Circe's uncle, Charlie Swan – another Forks borne hero, was an even stranger story. 

The Swans – a midwestern family conjured of farmers and hunters – made Forks a home where their son, Charlie, felt accepted. His childish soul found solace in the presence of other children by the names of William 'Billy' Black, Harry Clearwater, Quil Ateara IV, and Corinne. Though separated by their racial differences, the group had found a family in each other. 

To put it bluntly, Circe was a genuine mistake. A child born of blind intimacy, her lack of a father was a weaponized joke used to attack her own character and that of her mother's. As her mother's best friend and the girl's godfather, Charlie had proudly taken his stance as a father in Circe's life. Undoubtedly, she, too, had filled the hole in his heart left behind by his daughter, Bella. 

Left alone and forced to face the grief of his parents' passing by himself, Charlie had solely lived his life without a thought. His responsibility as Chief of Police, sworn to protect the home of his family and friends, motivated him greatly but even then – it could never compare to the warmth that settled in his heart whenever he was around his wife and their little Isabella. And now, after years of living away in Phoenix, the young Swan was to return to her hometown and live out the last of her high school years with her father.

"Are you excited to see Bella again, love?" Corinne asks, eyes focused on the road before her. 

Circe hums in thought for a moment, almond shaped eyes studying the repetitive blur of trees from her window. "Somewhat," she answers. "Bella's not going to remember me, much less socialize with the likes of a freshman."

"Oh, don't be so ridiculous," Corinne scoffs. "If she is still the same Bella as before then there's no doubt, she'd be happy to have a familiar face at school." 

Corinne pulls into the muddy driveway of the Swan house; the duo jumps out of the F-150. Circe snorts, "at least she won't have to spend her time parenting her dad."

"Eh!" Corinne gasps, lightly smacking her daughter's stomach. "I told you that in secret. Don't say any of that in front of Charlie." 

Bursting through the front door of the white, two-story house was a tall, slightly muscular man dawning a black, badged fleece lined coat. The uniformed man was of cool ivory skin and dark features. His dark brown, nearly black, hair was cut short and pointed every which way. His moustache was rounded and brushed over his top lip. Earthy colored eyes carried a natural sink that drastically contrasted against the slight bemusement that flashed across the onyx gems.

"Corinne, Circe," he happily greets the mother and daughter. His arms wrap tightly around Corinne's waist, landing a swift peck on the woman's cheek. "It's good to see you both."

He lets go of Corinne and pulls Circe into a one arm hug. Behind him, a short – almost frail – appearing girl steps onto the small porch. Her small figure inches towards the three, hooded brown eyes darting between the wet dirt under her battered Converse and the mirky eyes of Circe. 

"Bella, you might remember them, but this is Corinne Davis and her daughter, Circe," Charlie introduces each party. 

Corinne smiles at the girl, greeting her with a nod. "It's good to see you, love." Bella nods back, "it's good to see you as well." 

"Hey, I'm Circe," the 15-year-old waves. "We used to play with the hens on my family's farm." Bella nods, a light chuckle slipping past her lips. "I remember."

She points at the younger girl, eyes squinting. "Is the one... it was like, black and gray. Very aggressive –" The short teen giggles, "Lucille is still kicking. Literally."

The sound of an engine revving down the slick road, a soft honk splitting the awkward tension. Two smaller, older trucks pull in front of the house. The slim, rusted champagne truck was driven by a natural golden man with silk dark hair dressed in flannel and a trucker hat. 

Ahead of him in the orange truck was a boy that appeared as a younger copy of the older man. The boy jumps out of the truck, jogging over to his father's truck. He picks up a folded wheelchair from the bed of the Chevy, opening and locking it outside of his father's door. Charlie walks over to the truck and helps the boy pull the man from his seat.

Settled, the three return to the girls. Charlie looks at his daughter once more, nodding at the newcomers. "Bella, these are the Blacks," he introduces. 

"This is Billy—" Bella interrupts with a warm shake of the hand as she greets the elder. "Billy Black, you're looking good," she smiles. 

The man shrugs, confidently, "well, I'm still dancing." Corinne snorts, "more like spinning." The three adults giggle, sharing glances. Billy continues speaking to Bella, "I'm glad you're finally here."

"Charlie hasn't shut up about it since you told him you were coming," he sides eyes the Chief. Charlie rolls his eyes, turning to walk away. "Keep exaggerating, I'll roll you into the mud," he playfully threatens.

Billy spins in his wheelchair, "after I ram you in the ankles." The two begin to wrangle in the street, Corinne rolls her eyes and follows them. 

In the meanwhile, the long-haired boy steps forward with a sheepish look. "Hi, I'm Jacob," he silently gulps. "We used to make mud pies together." His puppy-like eyes bounce between the two girls.

"Right, right," Bella nods. "I remember. Circe would make these huge ones and nail her mom's dates with them." Jacob chuckles, nodding. 

He fully stares at the shorter party, studying the appearance of his friend. Circe had a beauty that was seen far and in few with almond eyes fueled with mirth and logic. Thick hair was braided and twisted, spiraling down her spine and brushing the middle of her back. The dark brown tresses mix with platinum strands like the most delicious two-toned ice cream.

Unlike most of the adolescents of Forks, she dawned dark clothes and thick boots. Her loose, knitted sweater overlapped the dark grey camisole and the sleeves droop dramatically past her small digits. Her fitted yet baggy jeans were held to her waist by a thick, bejeweled belt and torn at the knees while the shiny yet scratched tips of her boots peak through the mounds of fabric. Her accessories were a consistent theme of turquois, symbols of balance, and spiders.

She sends him a slanted grin, "Jacob." He turns flustered, back straightening as his hands dig deeper into the back pockets of his jeans. Nervous, a chuckle escapes him before a quiet: "Circe," leaves his tongue.

Outside of Nature creating these divine children, there's an aspect of life that not even she could outsmart.

Every creature that exists has another half. A friend. A lover. A sanctuary. 

And despite our hearts being promised at creation, the journey to find one another is a test crafted to rebirth the souls as one union. 

... heyyy, guess who's trying to make a comeback - sort of. Please, don't be mad!

Now that you all haven't attacked me as of yet, I would like to say that I'm currently in the process of revamping and continuing my current stories. I really just took my time away from Tumblr for some personal time, but I'm back and will be making some changes.

In the meantime, please enjoy the beginning of my Twilight Franchise. Kisses 💚

[laoih]

SHADOW AND BONE Season 2, Episode 1 “No Shelter But Me”

[mydollsmovearoundatnight]

~Delfina Young next to her dress inspiration~

[dukeofthomas]

What if... they were gems

[unblissfulawareness]

We have so much in common.

We argue all the time.

You always say I’m wrong.

I’m pretty sure I’m right :3