i wanna get better

tv shows, personal/side blog bc i need a place i can write everything out, mostly about everything. you can call me netta, welcome here

[howeveryclever]

Another Kiss Meme

// new & improved kiss meme with extra feels courtesy of a planning session with @spiritmark! 

Send a number + a pairing = get a kiss!

First kiss

Painful kiss

Sad kiss

Desperate kiss

Comfortable kiss

Tipsy kiss

Laughing kiss

In the dark kiss

‘We might die tomorrow’ kiss

‘You nearly died’ kiss

‘We’re actually being kind of silly for once’ kiss

A kiss that shouldn’t have happened

A kiss we had to wait for

‘I don’t have the words right now so here’s a kiss’

A kiss because I have literally been watching you all night and I can’t take anymore

Teasing kisses on every bit of visible skin

Hungry kisses on every bit of newly visible skin as clothing is slowly peeled away

Kisses because I missed you and you really shouldn’t stay away so long

Kisses because I don’t want you to go and maybe I can convince you to stay just a few minutes longer

Kisses because everything hurts right now including being loved by you but you’re also the only thing that makes it feel better

[starsand8]

54 for the writing meme, please~

A continuation of this, bc ilu @annaofaza

here be some, uh, adult content.

For this drabble meme.

54. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.”

“Found him in the office. This tosser’s wiped the entire system!”

Eggsy, sans Kingsman glasses that must have gotten lost in whatever scuffle that had previously ensued to get him here now, is given an unceremonious shove forward. He staggers a few steps, barely able to right himself before he’s roughly forced down onto his knees before Harry, a gun digging into the back of his skull in warning.

Harry’s almost embarrassed by the excessive show of brutish force, but he also knows very well that had Eggsy been so inclined, he could have killed all five of his men in under a thirty seconds, which meant Eggsy wanted to be led right to him, and of course his men had helpfully obliged.

It would seem that no good deed goes unpunished, and Harry Hart’s merciful streak has come to bite him in the arse yet again.

Keep reading

[erebusodora-deactivated20190104]

Ffffinished! The first full-colour piece I’ve finished for Marvel Tumblr Con auction)) You can see the progress at my livestream channel… and you’ll get to know who’s the Bond girl here ;3 Also, I’ve explained a few things during the painting process, so I can only hope that’s… educational?.. At least, those who watched it with me know that there’s a reason to torture me for the way I work out the hands’ shape… xD

Was an exquisite pleasure to paint this one, seriously… plus, during the brakes I managed to bake some stuff for the upcoming Eastern Orthodox Easter, yippee)))

I’ll announce when I have a chance to stream something again… sooner than you expect *wink-wink*

[nettasa]

Steve: How did you find me?

Tony: Oh, it was easy, really. I just listened to the sound of complete and utter betrayal and followed that.

[thefashionreef]

[pkatkins]

M I N N E A P O L I S // M N 

[vintagepales]

[sparxwrites]

The relief ships for Tarsus IV were expecting the bodies. It was still a shock; the rotting fields of crops infected with fungus, the ghost villages passing below their shuttle, the bloated corpses lining the roads and decomposing in the heat. But they were expecting it.

They weren’t expecting the thirteen-year-old boy that was waiting to greet them. Filthy, barely clothed, somehow still standing on legs that were nearly as thin around as his arms, his eyes were a shockingly bright shade of blue against the grime. He watched them, as they landed, stood there at the edge of a copse of leafless, dead trees.

“You’re Starfleet,” he said, quietly, when the shuttles had made ground, when the emergency personnel had jumped out practically before the engines were turned off to reach the first living person they had seen on their flyover. “Aren’t you?” His voice rasped, the inside of his mouth flashing a dull, dry pink as it opened.

Yes, they said, desperate and hopeful in their relief at having found someone alive, at having found a living, breathing person in the mausoleum the planet had become. Yes, we’re Starfleet. We’re here to help. Everything’s going to be okay, we’re going to help you. They had tricorders and hyposprays and medical equipment and food, and now they had someone to use it on, so they did.

He stared at them for a moment, with those beautiful, dead eyes, as they scanned and touched and injected him, nutrients and adrenaline and readings consistent with prolonged and severe starvation. He watched them, and said, “She died this morning.”

There was a corpse on the grassless ground behind him, hidden by the shade of the dead trees. It was tiny, a child of maybe seven - or eight, or nine, the starvation so severe it was difficult to tell. “Heart attack,” he said, almost absently, as the emergency personnel recoiled. “I think. She died this morning.”

And then - as they wondered what to do with the body, what to do with all he bodies, what to do with the whole damn planet and the thirteen-year-old boy with his eyes the colour of death - he asked the question none of them could answer:

“Where were you?”

[alanjamesart]

[lensblr-network]

Monarch

photo by Alan James  (alanjamesart.tumblr.com)

[magic-spelldust]

Pastel Winter Scenes (photos by Алексей Угальников)

[bibliosexxual]

Sterek webcam drabble

(AKA a thought I had tonight)

If Derek had to choose anyone for his Gender in the Ancient World partnered project, he’d choose Erica, because he’s only got one friend at college so far and she’s it, but their professor has other plans. Erica gets paired with some cherubic freshman named Isaac, and Derek gets… Scott McCall. Some guy he’s never even noticed before because he always sits in the very back of the room.

Well. It could be worse. It could be Greenberg. Derek has definitely noticed him, because he makes at least two obnoxious comments every class.

The good news is that the assignment is a fifteen-minute presentation on Spartan women, which should be pretty interesting. The bad news is that today is Monday, and their presentations are due Wednesday.

“Is that even allowed?” Erica mutters.

Derek just shrugs.

Scott’s apologetic when they meet up after class–he has to work tonight, and tomorrow he’s got a full day of classes and lacrosse practice. He could probably do it tomorrow night, though? Except Derek’s car is in the shop, Scott doesn’t have a car, and they live on opposite sides of campus, at least a twenty-five minute walk each way.

They agree to Skype.

They’re about fifteen minutes into the call on Tuesday night when this guy wanders straight out of one of Derek’s wet dreams and into the frame, wearing nothing but black boxer briefs and a tight grey Guns N’ Roses tee. He’s lithely muscled, with a cute upturned nose and some of the most beautiful bone structure Derek has ever seen. Derek can see his nipples through his shirt. He feels all the blood in his body rushing to his dick.

“There should be a note about that on page nineteen,” Scott is saying, distantly, while Mystery Guy yawns adorably, nose scrunching, and runs a hand through his messy hair. He looks like he’s totally oblivious to Scott’s webcam, or to Scott. He looks like he just woke up. He looks like something out of an underwear ad, or softcore porn.

Mystery Guy bends down, thigh muscles flexing, and starts digging through Scott’s dresser drawers for a pair of sweatpants. Scott doesn’t ever turn around. He just keeps talking about… something. Something unimportant.

Mystery Guy has a mole high up on the back of his right thigh and Derek wants to lick it.

“Derek?” Scott asks, with the annoyed-slash-concerned tone of someone who’s been trying to get his attention for several tries now. Mystery Guy wanders out of the room with Derek’s eyes glued to his ass. “What do you think?”

What Derek thinks is that he needs to get himself an invitation to Scott’s apartment, pronto.

[bibliosexxual]

***

this may or may not be what anybody wanted, but I have heard your requests for more of this AU.

As soon as the Skype call finishes (unfortunately without any further sightings of Mystery Guy), Derek throws on his coat and jogs over to the library, crossing his fingers that he’s remembering right and Erica has a night shift there tonight.

Sure enough, she’s sitting behind the front desk with her stilettos kicked up, scrolling through her phone with her earbuds in. Derek’s not that surprised; she tends to get kind of lax about library protocol when it’s past midnight and her supervisor’s already gone home. It’s not like any of the sleep-deprived students holed up in the stacks care.

“You’ve got to help me,” Derek gasps, slumping over the desk.

Keep reading

[kiiiiii-benaddicted]

Borrow your shoulder

[remondpsds]

PSD NUMBER SEVEN BY REMONDPSDS

Like or reblog if you download please ♡

Don’t copy or repost, enjoy :P

[jungkookhoseok-deactivated20170]

THEME 26 //  CLOSER - by albertosrosende

static preview / pastebin

Features

400px posts

4 additional links

Rules

do not steal

do not redistribute

do not remove the credit

do not claim as your own

you can alter the code but don’t use it as a base to make your own theme

if you have any questions, ask here

Others

I take theme commisions

Likes and reblogs are appreciated :)

[kmtarchive-deactivated20201028]

what do you mean finn doesn’t hear this song whenever he sees poe

[hamilton-lyrics]

Oh my god I’m dead.

[thatsthat24]

Hamilton/Star Wars crossovers were one of those things I never knew I needed, but now can not get enough of.

[tyleroakley]

this… is everything i never knew i always needed

[nettasa]

Natasha: And what do we say to the God of Death?

Clint: "Hi, I'm Clint. We've met a couple times already. I'm used to rejection, so it's okay, but you really gotta stop coming around and making me think you want me. That's kinda rude."

[insanereddragon]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 6 has been posted!

Tagging @elletromil and @litindecency . If anyone else wants to be tagged with chapter updates, please let me know!