#sharon: socks

[missmolsa]

Some girlies <33

[newwavesylviaplath]

boy, you wanna come to my motel, honey?

[rowenas-my-fave-child]

Made Percy Sharon’s rat (also it’s my bday)

[exculis]

ok nvm used all my energy knitting that sock blank. i dunno how people use those sentro machines. well, it would probably help if i sat down. i wouldnt be so tired. also if i didnt have to start over like 4 times bc sentro machines have every disease and cant knit anything properly. i dont mind for sock blanks tho if theyre a little messed up. theyre getting unraveled anyway

[justdiptych]

There's a scene in Fallout: New Vegas that I find really interesting in how it uses skill checks in dialogue. A merchant company, the Crimson Caravan, want to buy out one of their rivals, Cassidy Caravans, and they hire the player character to negotiate the deal. The player has likely already met the rival company's owner, Rose of Sharon Cassidy, by this point - in fact, it's entirely possible that she suggested they ask the Crimson Caravan for work in the first place.

Cass is propping up the bar at a truck stop on the border near the game's opening area. She's heard that her caravan has been destroyed in her absence - her employees killed and their wagons burned in an attack on the road - but she can't investigate because of a bureaucratic hold-up. The man in charge of the border post, Ranger Jackson, has halted all commercial traffic across the border because of dangers on the roads - wild animals, bandits, and enemy soldiers - that the authorities are struggling to get under control.

When the player brings the Crimson Caravan's offer to Cass, she refuses on principle. Her business may have effectively been destroyed, but she's too proud and too stubborn to sell her surname for any number of messes of pottage. Convincing her requires that the player employs one of either their Speech or Barter skills - there are two options for each, requiring either moderate or high investments of skill points. Skill and Barter are the game's two Charisma-based skills, and it's not uncommon for them to appear side-by-side like this, but here, they diverge in application.

The easier Speech option is simple - the player just reminds Cass that, if she sells the business, she won't be commercial traffic anymore, so she'll be able to get across the border. She's itching to get on the road again, so this convinces her. (She will ask the player to help Jackson clear the roads for the benefit of her fellow merchants, but this is a very simple quest that they likely already completed hours ago.)

The more challenging Speech check is to tell Cass that there's no way her business can survive, so it's her duty to do the merciful thing - shoot it in the head, bury it, and move on with her life. This, naturally, brings her close to socking the player in the jaw, but she sees the truth in it. She's been holding onto the forlorn hope that there might be something left to save, but she really has lost everything. This bypasses Jackson's quest - she just wants to walk out and not look back.

The Barter options approach things differently - from the Speech options, and from each other. The more challenging one involves making some sport of the offer, challenging Cass to a drinking contest. The player has to supply the booze, and they run the risk of getting embarrassingly drunk if their Endurance stat is too low, but, either way, this will impress Cass enough that she'll sign the contract.

The easier Barter option, though, is, I think, the most interesting. It requires the player to sweeten the deal with their own money - a not insubstantial amount of it, in fact. Cass is still hesitant, though, which allows the player to make a very interesting point. With the money from the Crimson Caravan plus the player's contribution, she'd have enough to restart her business - buy new animals and equipment, hire a new crew, start trading again.

Further, the player can point out that the Crimson Caravan are unlikely to continue using the 'Cassidy Caravans' name after buying it. They're only buying her out to try to monopolise local trade, after all. If they don't use the name, they'll forfeit their rights to it - meaning that Cass can, as she puts it, take their money, give them nothing, and go back to running her business as if the attack never happened.

Cass, naturally, accepts this offer, though she's staggered that the player is so willing to sell out their employers to help her like this. (The player needn't feel any moral misgivings about doing so. A little investigation reveals that the attack on Cass's business was actually engineered by the Crimson Caravan themselves, in collusion with a crime family, in a conspiracy to wipe out their competition.)

I think this entire interaction represents how well New Vegas uses skill checks. Barter, in RPGs, is often a very barebones skill. Its use is letting the player earn more and spend less - as part of an equation determining shop prices, or in dialogue options that boil down to asking for money. It's not uncommon for Speech to be the skill of the peaceful, benevolent diplomat, while Barter is for common mercenaries.

Here, though, the Barter options actually cost more than their Speech equivalents. The player ends up out of pocket for a sizable chunk of change or at least a lot of booze. Instead, the Barter skill represents the character's understanding of common business practices and relevant laws. It allows them to convince Cass to accept a deal by finding a loophole that benefits her more than if she refused.

The equivalent Speech options, meanwhile, are effectively free, but do involve making Cass feel that little bit worse. They emphasise what she's lost, how trapped she is by her circumstances, and convince her to give up and let the Crimson Caravan win. In the long run, this doesn't make a real difference - once she leaves the outpost, she and the player can discover the conspiracy and get their revenge either way - but I think the choice does let the player say something about their character.

Part of the brilliance of this game is how little details, like Cass being stuck at the outpost, tie into other details all across the story. Caravan traffic is halted, in part, because deathclaws have nested near the roads to the north. They've nested there because the local quarry has ceased operations - the noise caused by the digging and blasting had previously scared them off.

The quarry closed down because escaped convicts raided it and stole the workers' stash of mining explosives. The convicts escaped because the government was using them for forced labour on the railroads, and foolishly entrusted them with enough dynamite to stage an uprising, seize control of the prison, and turn it into a fortress and a base of operations for banditry.

Similarly, the threads of Cass's story spread outwards, ultimately affecting the entire future of New California. When she learns that the Crimson Caravan and their allies killed her friends, Cass is furious. She wants to march over there and beat the snot out of the people responsible. The player can convince her to instead settle things legally - get proof of their crimes, pass them on to Ranger Jackson, and hope the justice system gets revenge for her.

If Cass does things her way, the criminals pay with their lives, but their bosses end up better off for it. With their regional execs murdered, the trading companies can claim that the government isn't doing enough to protect them - so, they don't have to support the government's interests, either. They withdraw trade, demand special treatment, and end up making their shortfall everyone's problem.

If the legal option is pursued, though, the evidence becomes blackmail material. The government has the trading companies over a barrel, and that lets them pass stricter trade laws. Given the choice of accepting regulation or facing criminal investigation, the crooked execs choose to stay out of jail. Those responsible for the murders technically avoid justice, but their hopes of a monopoly are dashed - and their superiors are unlikely to be pleased with them having hurt long-term profits so badly.

Cass's story is political and economical all the way through. It's about the influence of wealth on government, and the fundamental injustices of the carceral system. It's about revenge, and reform, and how to hit people where it hurts - their bottom line. And it's about how, sometimes, skills in an RPG aren't about making numbers go up - they're about how a character understands the world around them, and how they can apply that understanding to help someone out of a jam, or help reshape the trade lines of a whole nation.

[ariascoven]

⟡ INSOMNIA PILLS

PAIRING : agatha harkness x reader

CONTENT / WARNINGS : established relationship, agatha is reader’s wife. gender neutral reader. pure fluff. whiny agatha.

WORD COUNT : 732

MY MASTERLIST | REQUESTED

You were sleeping peacefully, having the same nonsense dreams as always — for some reason, the Gods above decided that you would never have a coherent dream in your life. That is, until Agatha’s shuffling and groaning awakened you. You squinted your eyes and looked out the window, groaning when you saw nothing but pure darkness, the stars sparkling faintly. You turned your head to glance at the bedside clock, marking 2am. Agatha let out an annoyed grunt that almost made her sound like a spoiled child rather than a powerful, centuries old witch. You sat up slowly, rubbing your dizzy head. “Is something wrong, my love?” You were still half asleep, the simple task of speaking becoming a nightmare as your words slurred out in an almost incoherent blabber. Your wife turned around to face you, a childish pout lingering on her lips and eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “Can't sleep, honey?” She nodded, her expression softening slightly at the concern and affection in your voice. “Come here.”

You shuffled in bed, sitting against the headboard and getting comfortable, arms opening wide in invitation and leaving no room for an answer. Agatha accepted the offer without a second thought, snuggling against you like you're her own personal pillow — not that it wasn't true. Her arms snaked around you to keep you close as she laid her head on your chest, her dark hair tickling your neck. She whined, making you giggle. “What?” She said grumpily, moving her head to glance up at you, that adorable pout still on her lips. You couldn't resist the temptation, leaning down to kiss her tenderly. You felt the annoyance slipping away from her body with a contented sigh the second your lips touched. You pulled back to look into her eyes, causing her to smile. You gently made her lay back down on your chest, your fingers combing through her thick hair softly as you hummed a calming tune, watching as she closed her eyes. Your lips joined the fingers that were tangled in her hair, peppering the top of her head with kisses, your free hand rubbing her arms soothingly.

Feeling your lover’s heartbeat, you smiled as she snuggled even closer to you, seeking the affection and comfort that only you could provide. Your legs were entangled with hers and you noticed her feet were cold — stubborn the way that she is, Agatha refused to put on socks before bed, even though you practically begged her to, saying the air was getting cold and you didn't want her to get sick. ‘I’m a witch, I’ll be fine. Agatha Harkness doesn't need socks,’ she claimed. The woman drove you crazy with her tantrums, but you loved her dearly. And she loved you, too. You knew it. And so did everyone that spent 5 minutes watching the way she treated you and acted around you. Her caring and affectionate side was reserved to you only, and you would be lying if you said you didn't like that. Even though you often had to reprimand her like a toddler when she acted up in public by starting an argument with a stranger or giving weird looks to random people on the street, your heart grew oddly warm knowing you were the only person that she would actually listen to. Sharon Davis — also known as Mrs. Hart, the name Agatha refused to stop calling her — told the witch to ‘stop staring, it's rude!’ once, which ended up in Agatha ruining the poor lady’s garden. Of course, you made her fix it.

“I love you.” Agatha muttered groggily before drifting off to sleep on top of you. You don't know exactly how much time you spent just admiring your sleeping wife’s features that night, giggling at the way she looked grumpy even as she snored peacefully. You waited to make sure that Agatha was in a deep sleep and there were no risks of accidentally waking her up and unleashing a tired, angry beast before reaching your arm out to turn off the lamp you don't even remember turning on. Probably did that when you were still half asleep, you think, shrugging it off. You found a bit of difficulty to lay back down with the weight of Agatha’s body on top of you, but you managed. You hugged her tightly before whispering in her ear. “Thank you for being mine.”

[x--daughters-of-darkness--x]

The 100 songs that changed metal (by Metal Hammer)

74. Within Temptation – Ice Queen (Mother Earth, 2000)

In the 90s, symphonic metal was more a glittering garnish than a scene in itself, something bands from Therion to Celtic Frost would sprinkle on their music to make it sparkle. And while the genre would start coming together into something more tangible towards the end of the decade, it wasn’t until a few years later that a song would emerge to put symphonic metal on the map.

That song was Within Temptation’s Ice Queen. A complete volte-face from the gothic doom of the Dutch metallers’ 1997 debut, Enter, it appeared on the follow-up, Mother Earth, in a flurry of lavish arrangements and fairytale histrionics. Buoyed by vocalist Sharon den Adel’s crystalline voice, it pushed metal towards a new frontier, quickly whipping up a buzz in mainland Europe. Ice Queen can take credit for being symphonic metal’s first major hit, pushing women to the forefront and influencing a brand new generation of bands.

81. Evanescence – Bring Me To Life (Fallen, 2003)

Evanescence’s debut single, Bring Me To Life, turned vocalist Amy Lee into a megastar. Arriving in 2003, when mainstream music was dominated by hyper-masculine men and overly sexualised pop stars, with her billowing long skirts, corset tops, arm socks and steely self-confidence, Amy redefined what a female artist could be, becoming a role model for millions of misfits and dreamers everywhere.

Despite its crunchy guitars and a rapped verse, courtesy of 12 Stones’ Paul McCoy – which Amy has since said she was forced to add by their label – Bring Me To Life’s cobwebby, goth fragility also brought something fresh to nu metal’s dick-swinging party, extending the mainstream’s flirtation with the genre for a little longer – as of 2019, it’s sold more than 3 million copies and has passed more than a billion streams on YouTube and Spotify.

82. Arch Enemy – We Will Rise (Anthems Of Rebellion, 2003)

We Will Rise was a huge song, not only for Arch Enemy but for the new generation of 21st-century melodic death metal they spearheaded. Guitarist Michael Amott had already laid down the melodeath blueprints with Carcass, while Arch Enemy themselves had already made three albums with singer Johan Liiva, but neither they nor anyone else had made an anthem quite like this.

As well as propelling the genre as a whole to greater heights and popularity, it provided a bigger platform for Angela Gossow – a hugely influential figure and one of the first prominent female vocalists to not only try but absolutely nail an extreme metal style. “Her emergence as a metal vocalist was, without hyperbole, revolutionary,” Svalbard’s Serena Cherry told us recently, and we’re not arguing.

84. Nightwish – Nemo (Once, 2004)

Nightwish didn’t invent symphonic metal, but alongside peers Within Temptation and Epica, they popularised it and packaged it to the masses. By 2004, the Finns had already established themselves as a major player in Europe, but with the sumptuous Nemo, they broke through on an unprecedented level.

No longer a niche concern in the geeky corners of the metal world, symphonic metal, in all its lavish, overwrought glory revelled under a global spotlight. Nemo’s fantastical magic, sparkling piano refrain and stirring melody has endured – it’s still the band’s best-known song – but its lasting image comes via its gothic music video, and then-singer Tarja Turunen singing in the snow in a blood-red coat. Nemo showed metal at its most fragile and beautiful.

95. Babymetal – Gimme Chocolate!! (Babymetal, 2014)

If elitists were tearing their hair out at the likes of Ghost, Bring Me The Horizon and Limp Bizkit being considered ‘metal’, then they might as well have just reached for the clippers for this one. The sight of three young Japanese girls rocking choreographed moves and singing sugary-sweet, J-pop-infused choruses about chocolate over heavy metal riffs was as shocking as it was delightful.

Babymetal hadn’t just broken the mould for metal, either; they’d given the West a fuller glimpse into the uniquely Japanese phenomenon of idol culture, and given the cutesy world of Kawaii a bigger global platform than ever. Overseen by band mastermind and producer extraordinaire, Key ‘Kobametal’ Kobayashi, Babymetal were unlike anything our world had seen before: equal parts hyper-polished girl band and full-on heavy metal experience, with their mysterious Kami Band backing musicians as formidable as any ‘proper’ metal band you could name.

Cynics moaned, but with the likes of Rob Halford, Metallica and Corey Taylor throwing in their support, the trio quickly transcended their ‘gimmick’ tag to become a legitimate force in the modern metal landscape.

99. Spiritbox – Holy Roller (Eternal Blue, 2022)

Spiritbox were already firmly established as Ones To Watch by the time Holy Roller, the first single from Eternal Blue, exploded like a hand grenade in the summer of 2020. Once those first, colossal riffs rang out, however, it was clear that the Canadian troupe hadn’t just levelled up considerably – they had successfully repositioned themselves as one of the most exciting and vital bands of their generation.

Backed by a memorable video inspired by Ari Aster’s disturbing Midsommar movie, Holy Roller was the perfect crystallisation of the last decade-plus of evolution in metal, packing djent, metalcore, nu metal and more into a massively crushing (but seriously catchy!) three minutes. “This song was never intended to be a single,” explained vocalist Courtney LaPlante later. “Our mission statement was, ‘Let’s make the most ridiculous song that we can.’”

[frillycatlady]

Angelic Pretty Strawberry Doll Coord for Spring

Angelic Pretty's Strawberry Doll might not be a crowd favourite among AP's Strawberry print dresses, but it's the ultimate all-rounder for me - perfect for cafe hopping, fancy dinners, or even frolicking in the park. Plus it's subtle and comfortable enough for travel and works well for dressy events like a work buffet (minus the twin tails, of course!) Anyone else out there have a favourite underrated print?

Dress: Angelic Pretty Strawberry Doll Handbag: Maison de Fleur Parasol: Whale Island KC: Vcastle Choker: Rose of Sharon Pearl bracelets: SL沈夫人原创手工 Black lace wrist cuffs: Haruhi Clover Wine red ribbon brooches: Handmade Shoes, shoe clips & socks: Sheep Puff

[holylulusworld]

Shy Guy (6) - Present

Summary: You grew up together. Bucky is the one. He’s just too shy to make a move.

Pairing: Shy!Bucky Barnes x Fratgirl!Reader

Sidepairing (friendship): Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: teasing, banter, friendship, fluff, cocky reader, virgin Bucky, shy Bucky, Steve being a good friend, talk about consent and sex (pegging, sex, oral sex)

Inspired by this ask: Shy guy ask and @dawn-petrichor-world made me do it…

Shy Guy (5) - Present

Shy guy masterlist

Bucky listened to his friend’s explanations for over three hours.

He rubs his tired eyes and yawns. 

“Hey! Stop yawning,” Steve grunts. “We are getting to the good part now.” The blonde points at the chart pinned to the investigation wall.

“Okay.”

“Firstly, you’ll buy flowers and snacks for your movie night with Y/N.”

“Flowers and snacks,” Bucky hums. “What else?”

“Y/N wants to cook, so, don’t forget to compliment her food. That’s important,” he points out. “Even if it tastes like old socks, you’ll tell her it was the best fucking food you ever tasted.”

“Got it.”

“Good,” Steve turns around to point at the next picture. “We talked about erogenous zones, flirting, and kissing. Now let’s get to the next level.”

“Next level,” Bucky swallows thickly. 

“Just listen and learn, my young friend. This is a whole new world you will explore…”

Bucky eagerly takes notes while Steve explains the world of women, erogenous zones, and dating to him once again.

“You cannot shove your hand down her pants right away,” Steve warns. “Consent, my friend, is essential. If she grabs your hand and puts it down her pants, it’s a go.” He clears his throat. “If you are making out, and she spreads her legs, eagerly grinding against your fingers, it’s a go too. But-” He points at the next picture, "if she pushes your hand away, or says no. It means no, Buck."

“Consent,” Bucky murmurs. “I’d never do anything Y/N doesn’t want to do. I’m not like that, Steve! She’s my friend and I respect her.”

“You’re a good guy, my friend,” Steve says. “But there are guys out there, not taking no for an answer. I only wanted to point out, that sometimes your dick gets the best out of a guy. You need to remind yourself not to do anything the girl doesn’t want.”

Bucky makes a face. “I’m too nervous to even kiss her cheek when Y/N is around. I don’t think I’ll eat her pussy anytime soon.”

“Aw, my pussy enthusiast wants to give up already?” Steve grins. “You won’t!” He points his finger at Bucky. “We talked about consent. Now it’s time to talk about making out. Maybe sex too.”

“SEX?” Bucky hiccups. He rubs his chin, wondering if you already had sex and if you are kinky. He’s got no experience and is afraid he won’t be able to satisfy your needs. “Do you think Y/N is into odd things?”

“Like what?” Steve snickers. “I bet you’d love to let her shove a finger into your ass.”

“No!” Bucky mutters. “I want to do it missionary and eat her pussy. Maybe suckle her tits too.” He hums and unlocks his phone. “Do you think she’ll like this?”

“What is that?” Steve snatches the phone out of Bucky’s hands. “You’ll learn everything you need to know from me, not porn. Forget about that shit. This is only good for lonely nights when you want to beat the meat.”

“Hmm…” Not convinced Bucky glances at the phone in Steve’s hand. “They said it’s porn for women. Maybe I’ll learn something from it too.”

“No porn!” Steve insists. “You’ll get brain rot from porn. Stop watching it before you want to go out with a girl.”

“Did you watch porn before a date?”

Steve’s cheeks turn pink. He clears his throat and nods. “Worst date ever. I had a boner and she ran for the hills. But…” He grins now. “I met Sharon on my way back to the frat house and she sucked me off. A happy ending…”

“What if a girl wants to suck my dick? Do I tell her no…or…?”

“What the fuck!” Steve slaps the back of Bucky’s head. “If a girl wants to suck your dick, you will gladly accept and treat her like a goddess. Now stop with the questions. We need to talk about kissing and petting before we get to eating pussy…”

“Hi—uh,” Bucky pushes the flowers he bought into your hands. He’s a nervous wreck, and you need to hold back a chuckle. “I brought snacks too.”

“I can see that,” you cock a brow. Bucky holds a huge brown paper bag filled with snacks in one arm. “Did you think I’ll mess the food up?”

“No, no,” he furiously shakes his head. “Of course not, Y/N. I thought about bringing something for our movie night. You know, for after the dinner.”

“I was just kidding,” you grin. “Relax, Buck. It’s only us here.” You jerk your head toward the kitchenette at your apartment. “Let’s bring the snacks into the kitchen. Dinner is almost ready.”

Bucky nods, silently praying he’s ready for a date with you too. Since he met you for the first time, Bucky wanted to be your friend. It was a dream come true when you decided that Bucky would be your friend back then.

“Sure, I—thank you for inviting me for dinner, and cooking,” he inhales deeply. “Smells deliciously, Y/N.”

You look at the flowers in your hands, feeling your heart flutter.

“Thank you for the flowers, Buck. They are very nice.”

“I remembered that you like [your favorite flowers]. Your mom always bought them for you for your birthday,” Bucky proudly tells you. “I hope you still like them.”

“I do,” you smile, and giggle when he shyly looks at you. “How about you put the snacks over there on the kitchen island, and I’ll check if the pasta can be served.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Bucky places the snacks on the kitchen island. “Can I help you with the food? Do you want me to prepare the table or something?”

“The table is ready. I thought we could eat and watch a movie,” you say while tasting the sauce one last time. It’s not the best sauce you ever tasted, but you hope Bucky will like it. “Just two friends hanging out.”

“Yeah,” he nods eagerly. “Two friends hanging out.” Bucky sighs, relieved. You won’t expect him to be the perfect lover tonight. He visibly relaxes and even cracks a joke. “Eating snacks.”

You start preparing the dishes while Bucky carries the beverages and glasses inside the living room. He tries to tame his wildly beating heart, hoping you don’t recognize he’s a nervous wreck.

“Let’s eat,” you jerk your head toward the table while balancing two plates in your hands. “I got pasta and salad for us.”

Bucky watches you place the plates on the table. He waits for you to sit down and does the same seconds later. “Thank you for inviting me, Y/N.”

“Okay, this is odd. You are nervous and don’t feel comfortable,” you break the awkward moment, and crack a smile. “I need to do something about it.”

“I…sorry. I never was good at dating. And I never…” He sniffs. “I know you are more experienced, but I’ll try my best to be a good boyfriend.”

“You’re so cute and honest,” you straddle his lap before Bucky can protest. You cup his face and look him deep in the eyes. “I had a few dates.” You peck his lips. “But…” you wrap your arms around his neck. “I waited for you to make a move.” You kiss him again. 

“What does that mean?” Bucky furrows his brows.

“I’m a virgin too…” 

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[midnightmayhem13]

headcanon request where reader slowly realizes that their gf is stealing their clothes pls if you haven’t done this already

it's a roller coaster kinda rush

this is so cute omg ❕ thanks babe (also i kinda switch the roles but only realized when i finished writing😩)

enjoyyyyy🩶

carol danvers

carol loves when you wear her clothes. she always lets you borrow her leather jacket, and you love it. she starts noticing it's in the laundry cycle quite often. she doesn't wear it all the time, bcs she either in her suit or pjs. she gets home and realizes it's either laid on your vanity chair, or the laundry bin. i haven't worn it in a while, coulda sworn it was on the hanger. she lets it be, she can be a messy person. but then she sees it out often. she definitely had put it back in the closet yesterday. when she wore it on a date she let you wear it. and said "it smells like you again" with a sweet smile. she's the only one who wears it. why wouldn't it? she brushes it off. then after laundry day she sees it in the bin again. you just washed it. she takes some fun in it. untill one night, after coming back from a week long mission. she sees you curled up her bed, wearing her jacket. you unconsciously wrap it around your body. that's why

sharon carter

ms carter is a distinguished women. she only wears the finest dress shirts. silks, cotton, you name it. she has power so she must dress like it. and since she has such a busy schedule so often, she has to have a fast variety of them. she doesn't have time to wash very often, and she'd hate to ask you such a thing. but as she goes through her weeks she starts noticing her collection starts diminishing quicker then usual. she shrugs it off, it's been a busy week. but when she sees a shirt that she was planning to wear the day before is gone, she starts to question it. no one that works at her main house is allowed to her private rooms. you're not her size, so it's 'definitely not you'. but oh was she wrong. she doesn't want to waste her time thinking of it so she just sits down and has a small glass of whiskey. are you embarrassed to ask to borrow one? she thinks it's cute that you'd wear her clothes but she doesn't want to assume. one day she comes home late to find you in her button up and underwear, cleaning that house. guess she caught the thief. and from them on she cannot stop looking at you when you wear her clothes.

darcy lewis

i feel like darcy is one of the girls that gets cold all the time. but it started out with once in a while, she'd ask for a hoodie, wash it when it lost your cent, and return it. but then you told her you didn't need to ask. she started taking them when she missed you and even swapped it out sometimes. it became that it wasn't even like to wear it to sleep when she missed you she'd wear them with her regular outfits. but you didn't know all that. sometimes she'd wear your socks just to feel giddy. but she's definitely borrow your hoodies and jackets the most. and one day on a chilly day you decided to wear your favorite sweater but came to find it was gone. that's weird. you sent darcy a quick text and she responded with a rather suspicious "uhmm nope sorry honey, maybe you left it at work" you let it slide and wore a different. but this turned into an ongoing thing. no way you left all your jackets and hoodies at work bc they were always "left" at work. untill one day you came home before darcy to find your missing sweaters in the laundry room. and when she walked in she was wear the exact hoodie we were gonna were that day. she smiled and you did too as you shared a sweet kiss.

nebula

now she doesn't have the most human comfortable clothes but she has this one t-shirt she wears often. it's cute and fits her just right to sleep at night. but since she's a giant it fits you long, almost as if it were a dress. so when she's not here or she wants to be alone you wear it. yk she would probably ask you not to wear it but you'd take that chance. one day she walked into your room and saw you covered your body rather quick "are you nude?" she asks with a confused expression. "uhm y-yup!" you say getting up with the blanket around your body and going to change. she stands there as you head into the washroom. while she waits she goes to lay on the bed. when you come out she sees you try to discreetly place her shirt in the laundry bin. she stays silent and hold her arms out to accept you. this happened again. but you were dead asleep. while she went to go join you in the bed. as she pulled the sheets up she saw you in her t-shirt. she didn't know how but she immediately fell more in love. she pulled you in by the waist and kissed your lips sweetly and gently. "i love you" she whispered.

maria hill

now maria usually comes home late so obviously you miss her a lot. and you like to wear her sweat pants. you dont know what it is but wearing the pants that go past you ankles and you have to tie tight around the waist makes you feel at home. and maria honestly doesn't mind. she'd lend you clothes all the time before you lived together. she just didn't know how often you still did it. but she's notice that her pants would go missing for ages. she had a thought that it was you but brushed it off thinking you were that obsessed with her. boy was she wrong. but one time after a long day at work she just wanted to hold her girl and get wine drunk and have a fun night. she walked in to you making her dinner and taking two bottles of wine from the fridge. she noticed you did your make up fancier and you did your hair that was more than a being at home look. then you would away from the counter to greet her with a kiss and hug and she noticed you had her pants and a long sleeve on. you looked so beautiful and she definitely showed you that night

kate bishop

now kate has a lot of fancy clothes but you have your favorite. her suit jacket. you'll always wear it when she's not around. either with just undergarments on or with your pjs but you always wear it. it's warm and cozy to you especially unbuttoned. plus the sleeves fit you long so can keep your hands warm. and kate isn't aware but she knows it's always steamed and hung up when she needs to wear it. and does she wear it often yes but she never really questions why it's always perfect and not slightly wrinkled like the other clothes. but she does love her but jackets so it's probably her unconsciously taking extra care of it. on a chilly saturday afternoon your doing laundry and she's just eating pizza and cuddling with lucky. lucky gets up to got lay somewhere else and she takes the advantage to go give you a kiss attack. she walks into you listening to music with booty shorts and her jacket on. she hugs you from behind the waist and tells you how good you look.

uhm hi loves so i'm back i just vanished for a little but HI SLUTS🩶🩶

[somewhat-bored]

If there ever is an ATWQ show, I think it should alter one of the major aspects of the books, which is the limited narrative.

Of course, it'll mostly follow Lemony's perspective, but it should also give us insight into other character's lives.

Show me a flashback of Ellington and her father, who is happily making dinner in his socks and making her laugh with his silly animal impressions. Show me an Armstrong Feint who was once seemed like a genuinely kind man.

Show me Moxie Mallahan staring down a nurse who's good with a knife; was she getting scared later, or getting scared right then and there?

Show me Pip and Squeak driving around intriguing individuals who give interesting tips. Show me Jake and Cleo spending time together when the world is still, even if it only lasts for a moment.

Show me Kellar and Sharon Haines receiving a threatening letter demanding they help a treacherous man. Show me Kellar's inner turmoil between doing what is right or doing what will save the person he cares about.

Show me Kit's heist and how it failed, and if maybe Lemony would've been able to change anything had he been there. Show me Ornette crafting two Bombinating Beast statues, unsure of everything but placing her trust into her noble friends. Show me Lizzie finding out too much of the mystery that it made her a problem for the Inhumane Society.

Show me what happens to Stain'd by the Sea after Lemony leaves.

Snicket's version of events have already been explained. Let the others have their chance to share their side of the story.

[greelin]

cis people making the Of course you’re nonbinary and named sock🙄 jokes like….. well alright of course YOUR name is sharon and you’re a child of divorce. i can tell

[newwavesylviaplath]

[stuckysbike]

I’ll Be Your Prize 2

A/n: All mistakes are my own. Written on my phone.

Bucky x Reader

AU: Bucky returns the favour with a surprise for you but it backfires.

Warnings: friends with benefits situation, idiots in love, presumed unrequited love. Sharon is a bitch (never meet your heros).

Part 1

“Oh my god I love her,” you clapped your hands.

“I know,” Bucky was smug, his eyes twinkling as he rested his socked feet on your coffee table. He looked good relaxing in your home, and it was moments like this that you almost asked him to stay.

“Can I come?” You hesitated.

“That’s why I’m here Doll,” he said squeezing your hand. “I knew you’d maim me if I didn’t bring you along.”

“And you’re in her music video?” You asked as you got comfortable on the sofa next to him. You rested your feet on his lap and he tugged playfully on your toes.

“Yeah, I don’t know much about it, Sam never consults me on stuff like this he just agrees with everything then sends me along,” Bucky said but he wasn’t annoyed. Sam Wilson was an amazing agent and a close personal friend.

“I can’t believe I’m going to meet Sharon Carter, I’m so excited,” you giggled again as you sipped your wine.

—————

The warehouse Bucky pulled up to was a hive of activity; there was so much to see that you almost tripped as you followed him inside.

Sharon was in the middle of it all, a tiny dress and towering heels making her stand out. She looked beautiful and you admired her good looks as you approached.

“You’re late,” Sam grumbled to Bucky.

“Sorry,” Bucky didn’t sound sorry at all. “Almost ran out of hot water.” He winked at you as he spoke and you giggled fondly, thinking back to the extra long shower you had shared.

“You must be Bucky!” It was Sharon making her way over to him, the heels bringing her close to his height.

“At your service,” his big hand dwarfed hers.

“I’m so excited to work with you,” Sharon said with a grin and a flutter of her eyelashes. Their eyes lingered, and Bucky’s lips curved up.

Your heart stuttered, suddenly you regretted being here and seeing this. They clearly had chemistry and you knew that once again you were going to be the girl on the sidelines, quite literally.

“Mr Barnes dressing room is this way,” and just like that he was pulled away with Sharon going back to the set. You hovered next to Sam for a moment feeling ignored and out of place.

“What now?” You asked, trying to cover the wobble in your voice.

“We just watch I guess,” Sam shrugged but he was already tapping furiously on his phone and you stood feeling lost.

—————

In the video, Sharon was to be a ring girl, and Bucky was the boxer. Cliche but believable you guessed, you were sure a few of the notches on his belt came from the scantily clad women who paraded the ring between rounds.

Sharon looked stunning as she posed for the camera, singing and pouting and Bucky looked like he’d already went a few rounds with an opponent. His chest was gleaming, the oil making the black of his tattoos stand out, and his silk shorts matched Sharon’s dress. You had to admit they looked good together. The perfect celebrity couple.

They were having a lot of fun, laughing between takes and sharing smouldering looks when the camera was on them. They shared flirty touches and suggestive smirks.

The video ended with him grabbing her and pulling her into a fiery and passionate kiss. Watching from the sidelines your chest burned, and you could barely look at them together. Everyone around you was discussing their chemistry and how they expected them to be a couple within weeks, how good it would be for the sales of the single, the new album and the upcoming tour.

“He could join her for part of it, come out on stage for this song, be part of the routine,” one of Sharon’s assistants was saying to Sam.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here,” Sam held his hands up but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. He looked at you with a frustrated roll of the eyes and you shrugged sympathetically.

“It’s a wrap!” Someone shouted and you watched Bucky get out of the ring then easily lift Sharon down. He held her hand, pulling her behind him excitedly as they walked over to where you stood clearly eager to introduce you but all you wanted to do was run away and hide. This was turning out to be the worst day of your life.

Bucky introduced Sharon to Sam but she barely looked his way, her eyes on Bucky. And then he pulled her towards you with a pleased grin on his face. “And this is my best friend.”

You heard your name fall from his lips but your ears were too busy ringing with the words “best friend”. Your heart fractured on the spot, you swore you were bleeding out, the damage irreparable. You were his best friend. Nothing more. That was it.

Sharon was looking your way now, her eyes roaming your body critically. You tried to act casual in your favourite faded jeans and scruffy Converse, “You must be a good friend to stand idly by all day doing nothing while Bucky works.”

“She’s the best,” Bucky grinned reaching out to pull you into a side hug, but you flinched away, and his eyes flickered in concern. “Are you ok?” He mouthed and you nodded in response. Luckily he seemed content to drop it.

“I’m going to go change, you’re coming to the party right?” Sharon said to Bucky with a coy smile as she rested her hand on his chest.

“Wouldn’t miss it, you’ll come too won’t you,” Bucky looked at you. You just nodded, not trusting your voice. He had told you to bring along a party dress earlier as you left your place.

“It’ll probably be more standing around for her,” Sharon said pointedly to Bucky.

“Sugarplum is a big fan of yours,” Bucky added. You could hear the fondness in his voice and you wished it meant more.

“Awww that’s cute, explains why you stood around all day waiting for a friend,” she simpered at you. Her smile was forced.

You just nodded in agreement but you liked this woman less and less. In fact you were beginning to hate her.

“Make sure to buy my album, and my single,” she said walking away with a sway to her hips. “I need to pay the bills somehow.”

Her belittling tone reddened your cheeks but Bucky was laughing. You glanced up at him but his face was unreadable as he watched Sharon go. You followed his gaze and couldn’t help but notice how good Sharon looked from behind. Of course he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“It has been a long day for you, let’s get changed and we’ll head to the party yeah?” Bucky’s brilliant blues were back on you. “Have some fun.”

“Sounds good,” you huffed out. He winked and walked off in the direction of the dressing rooms.

—————

The party was in full swing and you were sipping a glass of champagne when Sharon turned up almost two hours late and looking stunning.

You looked down at your dress, a favourite of yours. Bucky had always admired it, teased it went with the carpet in his bedroom. Bucky’s arm was around your waist, his fingers teasing little patterns on your hip as you chatted. You’d almost forgotten your day but with Sharon’s appearance it had all come crashing down.

Sharon made a beeline for Bucky, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from you.

“You don’t mind if I dance with your friend do you?” She called over her shoulder. You shook your head, you had already lost him and you knew it. There was no point in fighting it.

Bucky followed her like a lamb and you drained your glass and turned away from the sight. This would be the last time you were a third wheel or a bit on the side for him.

You loved Bucky you truly did, but you could no longer take the heartbreak. You needed a clean split, you decided or you’d go insane watching him and Sharon together. The best thing you could do now was slip away and let them get to know each other.

At the door you paused and looked back, finding Bucky easily. His eyes were locked on Sharon’s face as they stood at the edge of the dance floor and you turned, leaving the party.

“Heading off?” A voice startled you and you looked up to find Steve, Bucky’s best friend.

“You know what they say, threes a crowd and all that,” you shrugged.

Steve glanced towards Bucky and you saw a small tick in his jaw. He went to step into the party but you placed a hand on his chest. “Can you take me home. I rode with Bucky and I hate taking Ubers alone.”

Still protecting Bucky, his feelings and his reputation even when he’d forgotten about you. You were a fool and you needed to grow up.

By the time you got home you had a plan, and despite how drained you felt you started gathering all the bits and pieces of Bucky that had infiltrated your home.

His spare clothes from your drawers, wash products from the bathroom and books and trinkets that were in the living room all went into a bag. He had protein powders in the kitchen and a leather jacket hung on your coat rack with a pair of boots and trainers below.

It took an hour and afterwards you felt empty. Your home had gaps, you could already see them, but you didn’t have the heart to care so you changed, got into bed hugged your favourite plushie to your chest and pulled your duvet over your head.

—————

Sharon was an asshole, and Bucky regretted introducing you to her.

“I think you’re passing up a great publicity opportunity,” Sharon said. “You’ll not be a boxer forever and besides, it’ll only be short term. A year we’ll be together.”

Bucky examined her, this confident woman who was used to getting what she wanted. “You want us to fake date for a year?” He asked.

Instead of dancing Bucky had pulled her aside to talk, to say thanks but no thanks. Sharon was counter offering his rejection as if this were open for debate.

“No silly we’ll date. We can go on holiday and make public appearances, we’ll be a real couple,” she said slapping his chest. “Have real sex.”

“I don’t think that’s something I want to do,” Bucky said as he removed her hand.

“Think of your future. Your career. I’m about to be in a movie Bucky, I can get you a part and you won’t have to worry about your income drying up when you retire,” Sharon said. “You were a natural in my video.”

“Look, I’m flattered and you’re hot but I don’t feel that way. I love her,” Bucky said. He longed to go back to you, take you home. He was going to tell you tonight.

“Oh please, if you officially date her the press will tear her to shreds. Face it Bucky, she’s punching well above her weight when it comes to you,” Sharon looked into his eyes, searching his face.

“You know, I think she’s stunning. The girl you saw today was the woman I love, she‘s good and kind and I’ve not always been careful of her feelings but listening to you just know I know one thing for certain. There isn’t anyone else I’d rather spend my life with,” Bucky turned but Sharon’s hand on his arm stopped him.

“If she’s such a good friend, then why haven’t you noticed she’s been gone since I arrived? Went off with some tall blond beefcake,” Sharon’s smile was smug.

Bucky frowned. “Beard, long hair, blue eyes?”

Sharon nodded.

“Yeah that’s Sam’s husband Steve,” Bucky said as he headed to where Sam stood talking to a group of girls. “I’m going home Pal.”

“Smartest choice you made since hiring me,” Sam said.

—————

You found sleep impossible but the tears came easy. You laid with the pillow Bucky used last night in your arms and wept bitterly.

You didn’t hear your front door or footsteps coming up your stairs, but the bedroom door squeaked softly as it eased open.

You sat up startled and ready to scream for help and then you recognised the hair and beefy shoulders.

It was Bucky.

“I can’t right now Buck,” you said as you laid down.

“You kicking me out Sugarplum?” Bucky rasped.

Your heart clenched. “I can’t keep doing this,” you admitted.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise,” Bucky said as he stepped into the room. You noticed he’d taken his shoes off.

You smiled sadly. “I guess I was just happy I was getting something, but it’s not enough anymore.”

“I get it,” Bucky said sitting on the edge of the bed. “I realised something else though.”

“Do I want to know?” You whispered, feeling brave. You peered up at him, from this angle he looked tired and you wanted nothing more than to pull him in bedside you.

“I want you to know. Sharon asked me to be her boyfriend, told me her plans for the rest of the year for she and I.”

“Oh,” you bit the inside of your cheek. You didn’t want to know any more and you shifted away but Bucky reached for you.

“She assumed I wouldn’t say no, just like I assume you’ll be there every time I need you,” Bucky’s hand cupped your cheek, his eyes searched yours. “I need you all the damn time Doll.”

“I can’t-“

“I love you, been in love with you since forever, but our lives are so different that I thought you wouldn’t want to be in mine full time,” Bucky searched your face but you were too shocked to respond. “I know I’ll never be good enough but I want a chance to do my best to make you happy.”

“Not good enough?” You sat up. “What in hell gave you that idea?”

He shook his head and it was your turn to cup his cheek. He shook his head again, turning his face into your hand to kiss your wrist and you tabled it for now but you would press this later. You’d never meant to hurt him, you loved him from the moment you met him. “Tell me what you want?”

“I want you on press tours and at training camps and Christ even at shitty promotional activities like music videos for spoiled singers with no manners or respect for their fans.”

“I don’t understand,” you said.

“Marry me,” Bucky said. “Be my wife.”

“Bucky!” You gaped. Bucky took your hands. “We haven’t even- we can’t- I don’t- how?”

“We’ve been doing this dance for years now, pulling away from each other then tumbling back together. When I’m with you it feels right. You treat me good, so damn good and I haven’t always done right by you. That’s going to change.”

You launched yourself into his arms and he laughed as he caught you pressing kissed to your face.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Bucky grinned and rolled you onto your back, his lips attaching to your neck.

“But…” you sighed.

“But? But what? No but’s Baby!”

“But I think we should abstain from sex, until we’re married,” you teased. It started as a joke but the look on Bucky’s face had you giggling internally. “We have a lot of talking to do, years worth to catch up on.”

“You’re right. Let’s talk.”

[maritime-carnival]

guilty gear character headcanons, but i put them through a random headcanon generator

-sol is in your house

-if the source media where a musical, ky would be the one asking why everyone is singing

-jack-o believes in ghosts and insists on trying to summon one at every sleepover

-asuka is not allowed to drink energy drinks

-dizzy desperately needs a hug but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one

-sin always has a deck of yugioh cards on him

-ramlethal has a diary that she writes in with a glittery gel pen

-elphelt will remind people in the midst of chaos how good *she's* being

-testament instinctively cleans messes in their own house, as well as everyone else’s

-nagoriyuki makes your mom jokes

-i-no wears hello kitty socks

-happy chaos has an intense fear of spiders

-leo knocks people over by hugging them

-daryl enjoys doing taxes

-vernon uses the word ‘like’ like a comma

-erica has a pet cat

-goldlewis can beat you up and will

-giovanna knows every lyric to ‘let it go’ by heart

-bridget would buy clothes from the soup store

-axl is an oldest child

-may sings in the shower

-johnny can’t sit in a chair properly

-april uses the word ‘fuck’ like a comma

-gabriel is a great artist

-potemkin was dropped out of a window as a child

-ariels bites her nails

-faust has an old, embarrassing deviant art account

-raven has not showered in two and a half weeks

-zappa watched the sonic movie

-aba’s least favorite subject in school was english

-if paracelsus was presented with an intergalactic portal, he would enter it without question

-chipp wakes up on november first and starts decorating for christmas

-answer has a mary sue oc

-anji is a cat person

-baiken is smart but also very stupid

-delilah has chronic nightmares

-bedman likes being alone

-haehyun tells dad jokes

-dr. paradigm will go feral. watch out

-izuna is great with kids

-slayer is constantly singing for no reason

-sharon is a horrible liar

-zato can beat you up if you deserve it

-eddie steals other people’s clothes

-millia gets road rage

-venom cringes at his middle school year book

-robo-ky likes to sing at 4am. his neighbors hate him

-fanny sleeps in until noon

-jam does not know how to read

-kliff has punched a hole through his wall

[bullet-prooflove]

I like the way you smile at me

For Luke Leone

Tagging: @kmc1989 @rey4kat @caffeinatedwoman @vaneyvfs @keyweegirlie

Companion piece to a Solitary Man - Luke struggles to cope in the aftermath of Sharon's death.

Sunday mornings are when Dolly and Paulie come over to keep an eye on Vince, because Luke, he’s been struggling with the burden that Sharon’s bestowed upon his shoulders. He carries everyone else’s weight, he doesn’t have the mental space to process his own grief.

You were right when you told him to carve out a little time for himself. Those twenty minutes he spent with you outside the bar playing together, singing together were the most alive he’s felt in months.

When he shows up at your door it’s with his guitar case and two takeaway cups of coffee. Your hair is bird nest and you still have last night’s make up smeared across your features. You’re wearing a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt over leggings and fluffy socks. He knows you played a gig last night, he’d wanted to make it but Vince, he hadn’t been doing too great, too much booze, too much sorrow. Luke had been scared that it might be the night he did something stupid.

“I’m a mess aren’t I?” You say as you lean against the doorframe and Luke smiles because truly he doesn’t know where he’d be without you.

Making music with you has been his escape throughout the aftermath of Sharon’s death, a way of claiming back a part of himself. He couldn’t have done that without you. He couldn’t have stayed strong for Vince, for Bode, for himself.

“No.” He says as you open the door to let him inside. “You’re beautiful.”

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