#photo cred pintrest

[crazylittlejester]

genuinely so mad rn, why am i not him. this coulda been me 😭

[biggest-stupidhead]

Like Real People Do

Photo creds to Pintrest (@katiasbff)

AN: I literally cannot get Wanda out of my head, and I recently saw a tik tok pointing out that Vision had to leave Wanda alone for extended periods of time. Which in turn got me thinking about what she did with her alone time...So here you go :)

Summary: Wanda gets lonely when Vision has to leave her in Scotland, so she tries to find some solace in a dreary cafe.

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: mostly fluff and a little bit of angst obvi

It was a dreary day in Scotland, as most days tended to be. Wanda had hated the gloomy spring weather, the stubborn moisture that seemed to hang in the air. She couldn’t open the small bed & breakfast window due to the dampness, which only made her bedroom stuffier. She had only been at the B&B for three days without Vision, but it felt so much longer. Wanda felt like a ghost, roaming through the streets aimlessly, only to return back to her small room to pace there. If she sat alone with her thoughts for too long, all she could think about was the mess her life was.

It was suffocating, the weight of reality was hitting her hard in her solitude. Wanda wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor and disappear. She’d had enough, tired of her own company, she set out for her morning stroll with no particular destination. Wanda allowed her feet to carry her down familiar streets as she tried to focus on the present instead of painful memories. The sun was only just rising by the time she found herself in unfamiliar territory. The buildings around her were an odd collage of businesses and restaurants. A small cafe caught her eye amongst the squat buildings.

It was dimly lit, with dark green paint coating the walls, making the space gloomier. Music played softly in the background, and the seating was mismatched tables and chairs with a few booths tucked away in the back. Lamps were situated in a few corners, serving as lighting as opposed to ceiling lights. The barista was preoccupied, scrolling through her phone, her acrylic nails clicking against the screen. Wanda nearly turned heel and left, craving something warmer, more inviting. But before she could her eyes landed on you, sitting in the far corner, just below an eccentric lamp. Her head cocked to the side as she took you in. You were the lone patron in the cafe, tucked way into the back sporting a pair of reading glasses that reflected the warm glow of the lamp above you. A steaming mug sat in front of you as you squinted at a slew of papers and scribbled on them with a pen. 

Her pause was long enough for the barista to clear her throat expectantly. Wanda jolted in surprise, the vocalization only just loud enough to be heard over the soft music. The woman behind the counter raised a slitted brow, popping her gum with a loud snap. Wanda shot you one last glance before slowly stepping up to the counter. 

“I’ll have a lavender latte with almond milk please.” She reached into her pocket and produced a small leather wallet and retrieved some cash to pay. The barista didn’t bother to hide her disgust when she heard Wanda’s voice, it was something she had gotten used to by now. She wasn’t very good at masking her Sokovian accent, even worse at hiding the slight American accent she had adopted since joining the Avengers. 

“Americans,” The grungy college student grumbled as she accepted the cash, closing the register a bit aggressively. Wanda stepped back but kept a watchful eye on the barista as she prepared her drink, fearful that she would spit in her latte if she turned her back. However, she couldn’t help but let her eyes wander over to you occasionally, she felt this gnawing curiosity as she stared at you. 

“Here, go sit with your fellow scum bag.” The girl slid Wanda’s drink down the counter and Wanda snagged it. Her brows furrowed in confusion, unsure of what the barista meant and how she wanted to deal with the blatant disrespect. 

“Excuse me?” She asked, mounting frustration beginning to cloud her mind. The barista nodded at you in the back, brushing her dyed hair out of her face. 

“That one back there if a fellow American, I figure you’d feel more at home.” The barista’s voice was coated with sarcasm but Wanda still felt some relief. That was until your eyes lifted from your papers to shoot a glare at the barista. 

“Cut it out Gwen” You barely rose your voice, clearly you frequented this place. Wanda went rigid as your eyes found her, even from this distance she saw the not-so-subtle up and down you gave her. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, the slowness felt intimidating but your body language was anything but. You seemed loose and almost inviting, but maybe that was Wanda’s loneliness shining through. 

“Go on, she doesn’t bite.” Gwen shooed Wanda towards the back, towards you. She felt torn now, on one hand, you seemed expectant, watching her keenly. On the other hand, she desperately didn’t want to bother you, and she wasn’t sure she could carry on a conversation. 

“Gwen, leave her alone for the love of God.” You sounded exasperated, dropping your pen you gave Gwen a scathing look, gesturing for Wanda to come over. Panic set in as Wanda forced her feet to carry her towards you, throwing one last look at the door before she stood in front of your booth. You had gathered most of your papers, tucking them off to the side. Wanda hesitated before sitting down and you smiled at her warmly, taking off your glasses and placing them on the table softly. 

“Gwen is right about one thing, I don’t bite.” You laughed and it seemed to warm the room by ten degrees. Wanda shifted, wrapping her hands around her mug and smiling into the frothy coffee. 

“Lucky me,” Wanda said in return, her eyes fluttering from the boring rim of her mug to your face. Your lips curved into a broad smile, showing off pearly white teeth. 

“Yes, well maybe lucky me! It’s been a while since I’ve had company.” You were still smiling as you leaned forwards eagerly, but Wanda noticed a slight cringe cross your features. 

“That sounded sad.” You laughed and Wanda laughed with you, her chest constricting with an odd tightness. 

“No, I totally relate.” Wanda smoothed her hands over her jeans, her trimmed nails scratching at the denim. 

“So, what are you in Scotland for?” You asked, eagerly and Wanda felt her stomach sink. 

“Work.” She said vaguely, sipping her latte so she wouldn’t have to add anything, despite it still being too hot. 

“Ah me too, I’m a teacher. Hence all the papers…” You waved your wrist at the papers stacked haphazardly, some of them nearly slipping off the table as you did so. You scrambled to catch them, tucking them back into the pile. 

“Oh, a teacher that’s wonderful!” Wanda gushed honestly, and you sighed with a roll of your eyes. 

“It can be, but it’s also hell.” You sighed and Wanda nodded in understanding, but she felt something else stirring inside her. A feeling that she certainly hadn’t expected when she stepped into this conversation. 

Jealousy. 

“I’m sure.” Wanda managed to spit the words out past the rim of her mug. She wasn’t sure how well she hid her slight malice. But in true American fashion, you brushed it off if you had noticed and carried on. 

“And what do you do?” You asked as you slowly put your glasses back on, waiting patiently for Wanda to swallow her drink. Wanda cleared her throat, trying to buy herself some time to no avail. 

“Uh, I….am a journalist.” Wanda patted herself on the back for the quick thinking, feeling a small spark of joy as you sighed. 

“I envy you.” You pointed at Wanda playfully and she laughed as you shook your stack of papers. 

“It’s not as glamorous as it seems.” Wanda fought off the last few giggles to get her words out. You smiled and shook your head softly muttering something under your breath. 

“Do you mind if I do some work while we talk?” You asked, and Wanda shook her head. 

“No, of course not, I interrupted you! I can always go.” Wanda nearly jumped out of the booth but you yelped. 

“Oh no, you can stay if you want!” You grabbed your pen and began flipping through your messy pile. Wanda settled back into her seat, trying to maintain her composure. 

“Ok, I won’t leave you then.” She meant it to sound light, but it came out all too sincere. Again, Wanda blamed her inner conscious, regurgitating exactly what she wanted to hear from someone. You looked up from your work, your eyes shined behind your glasses, and a shocked look plastered to your face. 

“Well, if you insist.” You cleared your throat, quickly diving into your work. Your flustered state didn’t escape Wanda, who bit her lip as she pretended to busy herself on her phone. The comforting sound of your pen scratching the paper filled the silence between the two of you. Wanda tried not to stare as you graded your papers, but it was difficult not to. You worked so effortlessly, ticking off one question after the next. Your glasses would slide down your nose and you would diligently push them back into place. Your hair was slipping from the clip that was holding it off your face, and for some reason, the ghastly lamplight made you look so….golden. 

Wanda sat with you in silence for quite some time. You seemed perfectly content with her boring company as you hummed quietly to yourself or grumbled in frustration at the work on the page. Very few patrons dared to come into the cafe, leaving Gwen free to text. Not to say that she wouldn’t touch her phone while taking an order. It was the domesticity that Wanda had been craving, no yearning for. So little was said, and nothing needed to be said. The three of you simply existed, blissfully unaware of whose company you were currently in. 

While this entire interaction was unexpected and pleasant, Wanda still found that jealousy and sadness mixed in her chest. It was a rather unsavory cocktail of emotions and she wished that she could be as carefree as you seemed to be. It had been a full hour before you finished, sighing as you pushed the papers back into a folder, which you shoved into your bag. 

“Good God, I need a drink.” You groaned, stretching your legs and arms while still sitting. Wanda laughed, looking towards Gwen who smirked back. 

“Hey, at least one of us was productive today,” Wanda mumbled as you collected your things, dreading the moment you stood up to leave. You groaned and stood slowly, and Wanda reluctantly did the same. 

“Much to my displeasure.” You quipped as you adjusted your bag on your shoulders. 

“And mine too, I hope that we’ll run into one another again,” Wanda said, once again trying to put a joking tone into her voice, only to come out more serious than intended. You smiled back at her and dug your phone out of your pocket, a grin stuck to your lips as you produced a blank contact page.

"Well thank god for technology then. Here put your information in and we can grab coffee whenever you'd like!" Wanda felt her heart clench in her chest as you passed the phone to her.

She took it with clammy hands, knowing full well that she couldn’t give you her real phone number, that she couldn’t rope you into her messy lifestyle. So she made up a phone number, and she put a small smiley face next to her name. Wanda handed your phone back to you as a rock sank into the pit of her stomach. You beamed at her and pointed at her name on your screen. 

“Wanda.” Her name rolled off of your tongue and Wanda nearly leaped out of her skin. It came as a sudden realization, that was the first time you had said her name. 

“Nearly two whole bloody hours spent together and not once did you idiots exchange names!” Gwen was leaning on the countertop, smacking her palm against it as she howled with laughter. You smiled sheepishly at Wanda, who could feel the redness creeping up her neck and tainting her cheeks. 

“Oh my god.” She buried her face in her hands and groaned as you threw your head back and joined Gwen, bubbly laughter bouncing off the walls. 

“I am so rude! I cannot believe-” 

“It’s fine! I noticed way too late, it would’ve been…awkward to ask once I realized.” You said through a fit of giggles. Wanda groaned and shook her head as she raked a hand through her hair.

"W-What is your name?" Wanda asked as she used both of her hands to pull her hair back off of her heated cheeks. You laughed like the good sport you were.

"It's (Y/n)." You told her and shared a look with Gwen who sighed in contentment and disappeared into a back room, leaving the two of you alone. 

“Anyway, I’ll see you around…Wanda.” You winked at her as you slipped past, giving a gentle squeeze of her arm as you passed. Wanda stood dumbstruck as you left, the soft bell on the door announcing your exit. You waved at her one last time as you passed the front windows and Wanda felt that guilt stir inside of her. She swallowed thickly in an attempt to gather herself before she stepped back into the real world. Before she left the comfort of the dreary cafe in Scotland, and before she tried to wipe the memory of you from her head before you could take up permanent residence there.

[jj-iz-bae]

Thank you @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar for this blurb idea!!!!!

“JJ is secretly a nerd and you two nerd out together about something you both are obsessed with”

Jj maybank x Reader

Just Fluff

Avengers Assemble

*photo cred to pintrest*

Y/n and JJ had many things in common. But they had one nerdy little secret: they were both obsessed with Marvel movies. John B had Sarah at the chateau so JJ easily snuck out, not that he needed to he could always just say I’m going to y/n’s which was the truth. But JJ wanted to avoid running into anyone. He got to his car and quickly drove to y/n’s small cottage up the street from the chateau.

Her cottage was about the same size as the chateau but it had a country chic vibe to it. Very light paint colors with rustic wood finishes. JJ jumped out of his car,swinging his keys on his finger as he walked to your door and just let him self in. “Baabbyyyy!” He sang as he walked through the cottage finding y/n in the kitchen making brownies,just pulling them out of the oven actually. “Those smell amazing!” Jj says walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Y/N hums in response as she puts the pan down and takes the oven mitt off. “Hey J,” she moves in his arms to face him and pecks his lips. “I figured we’d mix it up and instead of popcorn I got stuff to make brownie sundaes.” Y/n smirks while scanning JJ’s face. “That sounds perfect,doll face.” Jj kisses her nose and backs up festering at his shirt. “Babe you gotta appreciate my new shirt” y/n started laughing when she saw his shirt. (Photo cred to pintrest)

“Leave it to you to find a marvel shirt with a sexual innuendo” y/n giggled before hugging him. “Well it would have been a greatly missed opportunity baby! Plus I could make loads of sexual comments through marvel quotes.” JJ smirked,very proud of himself for making her laugh. Y/n may have mentioned last time they had a movie marathon that she had a HUGE crush on Loki. JJ made sure to sneak as many Loki lines as he could into any conversation. Y/n laughed shaking her head while she grabbed the sundae stuff out of the fridge and freezer before grabbing bowls and spoons. “Oh I have zero doubt about that,Reindeer Games” y/n joked as she layered brownies in both bowls. “Well, I am burdened with glorious purpose baby.” Jj says as he wraps his arms around your waist again then lightly leaves kisses on her neck. Y/n laughed. “You’re such a nerd, maybank” y/n squirmed as she finished making the sundaes. “What do you say we take these to my room and watch Thor Dark World?” Y/n questions as JJ continues to kiss her neck. “Sounds good babe.” Jj realeased his grasp on her and she walked with both bowls and spoons to her room. “Come on JJ!” Y/n shouted when she got to her room and didn’t see JJ follow her. “That’s right babe. Say my name!” Jj shouted as he ran into the room and jumped on the bed. “You’re gonna quote Loki all night aren’t you?” Y/n laughs as she sits next to him on the bed,handing him his sundae and clicking through Netflix before hitting play. “Let’s face it. This isn’t the worst thing you’ve caught me doing.” Jj says through a mouth full of ice cream. Y/n shakes her head smiling. “Iron man quotes have joined the party.” JJ just laughed as he pulled y/n into his lap and continue their movie night with brownie sundaes.

Taglist: @afterglowsb-tch13 @cherryobx @sunwardsss @yourlocalauthor @starkeymarkey @k-k0129 @royalpogue @ilovejjmaybank @beatement-l @miniatureauthorpartyspy @bxmaaa

[goddamnedamericanjedi]

Rock God

[mycheriejubilee-blog]

[ I don't own this photo, creds to owner!! ]

66/100 days of 100 days of productivity challenge!!!

11:19 PM | Mar. 12 | 2019 | This photo is such good quality. By the way, I think this was on pintrest. And it is so hard to tell who it really belongs to on apps like that.

Anyways, today was great. I did well in class, rested, actually got to shower (there was hot water), did all my work, and cleaned up! I also did quite a bit of thinking. Thankfully I didn't overthink today. I just barely realized how much I really think when I decided to give myself a break.

I was just reminiscing though. It made me think about how much I really miss my old friends. They were all so nice. :')

That's all for today. Stay safe, stay hydrated, and take care of yourselves!!

~ Valentina 🕊

[exogotmeoncrack]

Photo cred:*Pintrest*

[theawkwardvillain]

Amanda Rukeli

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Hair: Wavy, long dark brown hair. Natural silver strands are scattered amongst it.

Height: 5’5”

Eyes: Blue, grey when the sun isn’t out.

Appearance: Light tan with freckles. She’s about 145 pounds. She’s more curvy below the waist than above and is physically weak. She has a tattoo on her upper inner arm of a red spider lily. She plans to add more flowers, specifically a sunflower.

Style: Korean streetwear

Favorite color: Carmine

Favorite food: Paprikash

Favorite snack: Blini or cheap bland candy.

🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

||| Personality ||| (so far....)

Trusting: 46% Suspicious: 54%

Approachable: 48%. Intimidating: 52%

(Not sure how? She’s very shy lol)

Cautious: 46% Impulsive: 54%

Optimistic: 48% Pessimistic: 52%

Inquisitive: 58% Inattentive: 42%

Helpful: 47% Mischievous: 53%

Easygoing: 50% Hardheaded: 50%

Considerate: 53% Indifferent: 47%

Friendly: 55% Distant: 45%

Timid: 51%. Brazen: 49%

Sarcastic: 56% Sincere: 44%

Skeptical: 47% Convinced: 53%

Follows her: (So far...)

Heart: 2%

Head: 4%

Gut: 4%

Amanda Charani Rukeil is the daughter of Kem Rukeil and Esmé Rukeil. Kem and his family are from a Romanichal background while Esmé is from European ancestry.

(Information about her mother seems redacted at this moment)

Kem is Amanda’s father. He is exactly as described, tall and fast, and a loveable enigma according to Amanda. He’s usually always cheerful and tries to be a mediator in what little conflicts and arguments happened around him. While his peaceful and fun nature put you at ease, do not underestimate him. Amanda has not seen him angry much in her life, but when she did it was a fear undescribed.

As for her home situation she can vaugely remember (—————redacted————)

From that point on Kem and Amanda traveled. Amanda has always been too curious for her own good, when asked why they move around so much, she was given an immediate awnser of “that’s the way our family is-“ or “it’s tradition dear!” As Amanda grew older she eventually came to realize that this part of her culture had dissipated mostly over time and is not seen much today. Of course she had questions now more than ever but they were always deflected to a point where she just went with it and never asked questions- at least to her father.

Her personal life has been a wild ride since moving out of her father’s, college was a dream she wished she could have afforded. She spent two years at a community college to hopefully increase some job choices. She’s dated men and women though they’ve not lasted long past the first date for some reason, that or crushes on many who don’t feel the same. Amanda blames it on her freckles and anxiety. She doesn’t know why and probably has a long list if asked. When someone shows a nice gesture, she doesn’t quite know how to feel and makes it hard for her to meet new people. Therefore she tries to stick to herself and only attends breakfast for her dad. Though this is seeming to be a problem since moving into 3150, with the many knocks on her doors, ghostly visits from a pestering ghost and a rushed trip to Lily’s. Amanda doesn’t complain though, she’s welcoming the new social interactions. She’s always been a little lonely, so hopefully she can find some friends here. Mabye more?

She tries to be friendly with her neighbors, she seems to get along well with Allora, Inanna and surprisingly Esen. She’s curious to get to know Lily and Reul more. Mallory seems to pique her interest the most, that and when people say “no, let’s not delve deeper” she says “too bad because I already brought the shovel”. Calder and Flora seem to be the ones she’s most unnerved by, getting caught eavesdropping by Calder doesn’t help her uncomfortableness around him. Amanda loves her aunt, but finds it unnerving that her Aunt seems to know everything that’s going on. As for this moment Amanda seems to not get along with Gili or Freddie. While openly nice to Gili, she won’t admit that she finds Gili quite annoying. She finds Freddie detestable and seems to find herself bickering with him more than she likes.

As for the mysterious events, Amanda doesn’t really care. She’s curious but not invested. It’s not her problem, at least not yet. The only thing that seems to be pushing her is Freddie, who seemed to be outraged at her lack of caring in the situation. That and the fact that she might have friends here. After what happened with Allora and Lily she seems to be more attentive to the problem, if people are willing to care about her this much, why shouldn’t she help/care about them?

For the romance portion it seems to be undecided. She’s very intent on the other party saying something first as she’s afraid of admitting feelings that the other party doesn’t share. However.. this could change?

(GOD IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG IVE BEEN WORKING ON IT SINCE LAST WEEK. I’ve “redacted” and left some things out since they aren’t officially in the story yet. But this is my MC! I give all my MCs the same first name as me, but this one is the one that deviates from me Personality wise. I’m excited to update her stats/friendships/relationships/past as the story continues! Thank you @3150dahliast for making this wonderful story. I have actual fan art I’m working on with the sims! Finals are here for me so I’m not sure when I’ll get it done but it’s a thing! Love you 😘)

Photo creds: Pinterest/tumblr. If you see something that’s yours, please message me! I’ll add it here :)

RUKELI PINTREST: https://pin.it/zai3e3x5ue2637

[velvetkins]

hi! If it's okay, could you share where you get the images for your moodboards and maybe some tips? I'm experimenting now with moodboards myself but I'm very, very new to it, and to be honest, quite lost; as a big fan of your work I wanted to know if you maybe had some useful tips or sources? Thank you very much, sorry to bother and please keep up the great work! 💛

of course! i use This  website for the most part to put my photo collages together, as well as here if i want to edit a photo! most of the images are from google, tumblr w/ creds, and pintrest, of course there are other places to get ur hands on some nice Aesthetic:tm: images! 

When putting the images together if its a 3x3 grid usually try to balance colors with either 4 of 2, 3 of 3, or 2 of 4, or of course just one color. Saturation and color balance are easily changed if u find an image you like that doesnt match the theme you’re going for, i just pop that sucker into Pixlr and adjust until i find a balance! 

I hope thats helpful info for you anon!! if you need anything else lmk! It’s always a pleasure to help and provide, you guys are so sweet!