#yes these r all biases of mine i love a good nose so much

[seokmatthewz]

#yes these r all biases of mine i love a good nose so much #iri.txt

[mu-mumie]

I’ve realised I’ve been drawing Javert all wrong (also, I have seen a great musical production and will rant about it under the cut). 

Big jaw, small forehead, flat nose, thin lips, gums-showing-canine-smile, huge whiskers and hair in his face. See, instead I’ve been going about it just by the vague whiff about him, the feeling he gave me from the book, completely disregarding his actual physical description O...o (even though I did bookmark that bit in the Brick for future reference. Hah. Hahahahh.) So. My Javjav monster is undergoing a radical revolution in appearance (...I am so funny) and it is my power and only mine that decides... okay, I am not sure what it decides since he now looks far too good-natured, honest and attractive for my tastes, damn you, Tam Mutu, but. The point is... dolphins. The point is that the eye is still too high in the first sketch? The p o i n t : YOU are now getting an exclusive sneak peek into my creative process!! (which is not much but I needed to get these out for some reason because Reasons My Brain Won’t Divulge to me.)

For the inspo I had and a rant (and sketches) about the musical, look down:

1. the inspo: The Brick, obviously. Then I probably need to mention I love the way francu-s draws Javert (which is also inspired by his canonical appearance). It surprised me at first but I fell in love with that design shortly :’)) Also, the blame for the part of the portraits that gives off the “nice guy” feeling lies solely on the shoulders of one Tam Mutu who’s been cast as Javert in the West End production from 2014 I’ve seen yesterday.

2. the rant :’3

guys. guyyyyssss. It’s so good. Like. A LOT. I might be biased because it’s the first production I’ve seen in full but. Also. I am spoiled by the anniversary concerts and by the emotion in the 2012 fim musical and.. gaah, the only person who I considered badly-cast is Marius who was far too attractive and too little pontmercyesque. But. Othervise?

wonderful Fantine (Na-Young Jeon)

Thernardiers were very, very good. Loved the Mrs more than the Mr but they did do quite a good job of being the proper villains and being quite hilarious, too.

For some reason I quite enjoyed the prostitutes xD

Gavroche vas very Gaveroch-y and I loved him even though \i generally don’t hold his character that close to my heart

Grantaire. GOD R WAS BRILLIANT. Sadly, I have no idea who played him but  The “I’ve never heard him oooh and aaah?” *I*’ve never heard such hilarious ooh and aahs from any Grantaire ever xD Plus him drunkenly attemptiing to kiss random amis and then crying into Enjolras’ shoulder after Drink With Me when he hugged him... yes I was emotional O....o

Valjean was also quite good. Although they changed the placement of Bring Him Home I really enjoed Daniel Koek’s performance :’3

bringing in the big guns finally? Hell yes. JAVERT WAS SUCH A GREAT SURPRISE!!! Like... as I’ve glossed over before, he was... too attractive and young-looking But. His acting was So Good. The smut-lovers would surely have quite a few things to the way he growled out “Valjean..!” after frantically checking all the dead bodies and realising JvJ’s gone to the sewers But. I enjoyed his Brooding(tm) and all the interactions he had with JvJ and his bitter laugh and his suicide oh my god his suicide was so good honestly I loved it. In the “...instead I live but live in hell” bit he put the emphasis (and a growl) on the “live” instead of “live in hell” and it made something shift in me and made it sound just a little more desperate and unhinged tan normally. Also. A++ post-barricade HAIR. 

...Eponine was great.

Enjolras reminded me of an acquiantance of mine but he definittely rocked the role. Very blond, very fiery, very atmosphere-filling :’3

and...

Here’s certainly not a link to the youtube video.

3. the super-quick sketches, if you are interested because my mind, once you make it used to drawing humans, wil apparently not stop doing it whenever suitable conditions appear.

#les miserables #les mis musical #les mis fanart #javert #inspector javert #kreativničení #screaming into the void #jakože fakt nevím proč cokoliv z tohohle dělám - asi to bude únava a současná nechuť mého mozku uměnit obsesi #I honestly am so unsure of wethere to post it here or onto my fandom blog #but whatevs I guess #ANYWAY #If you have thoughts I want to hear them! #About anything xDD

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Saving Grace - Part 15

A/N: Just a quick update because i've been slacking!! 💕

As lovely as my weekend away with Bucky had been i was so happy to be back with Harrison and Grace. Harrison had been so excited to see us when we got back to the compound.... he crashed out an hour later, clearly he wore himself out!

The next couple of days i mostly spent with Wanda, she was helping me with the kids while we sorted out the details for Harrison's birthday party. Bucky, Sam, Steve and Clint had all been kept busy with work. Bucky and Sam had had so many meetings with Ross while Clint and Steve had been training recruits.

"I can't believe our little Harry is 4 the day after tomorrow!" Wanda smiled sadly as we finished sorting some last minute party details "i missed so much of those years..."

"Aww Wan, dont be sad. You're here for him now thats all that matters, Harrison loves his Auntie Wands"

"I love him too! And my little miss Gracie, Y/N you seriously have the perfect kids!"

"They are pretty great, but i'm totally biased" i laughed quietly trying not to disturb Grace who was fast asleep in my arms.

"How's the house hunting going?"

"We've seen a few places online" i shrugged "but honestly, we just haven't had time to properly look yet what with Bucky being stuck in meetings most of the day. He comes home exhausted most days, i can't expect him to sit up for hours looking for houses"

"Ross has definitely kept them busy since you've been back from your dirty weekend" she smirked while wiggling her eyebrows.

"Funny" i laughed shaking my head at her "I think i preferred it when he didn't want Bucky and Sam involved in whatever god awful plans he's making"

"I think we all did" she chuckled.

Once the final details for Harrisons party were sorted i headed down to the gym to meet Bucky while Wanda stayed with the kids. We had arranged for some refresher training after the break in and realising how rusty i was, it was decided it would be a good idea for me to get back into fighting shape.... of course Bucky volunteered to help me. Walking into the gym i looked around for that man of mine but he was nowhere in sight, i sat and waited for 15 minutes and still nothing.

Y/N: Hey babe, i'm at the gym.... you still okay for our training session? Xx

Bucky: Fuck, sorry baby i'm still in this meeting with Ross..... can we reschedule something for tomorrow? Xx

Y/N: okay not a problem, i'll see you later xx

I tucked my phone into my bag and grabbed my water bottle ready to head back to the living quarter's when i heard my name being called, I turned around and was face to face with Steve.

"Hey, you leaving already?" He asked looking confused "you just got here"

"Yeah i was supposed to be meeting Bucky, he was going to train with me. After the break in and realising how out of practice i am we thought it'd be a good idea" i shrugged.

"He ain't coming?"

"Nope, Ross has them stuck in some meeting"

"I could help you.... i mean its not like i haven't trained with you before and im done for the day"

"I don't know....."

"Wow, you're really gonna turn down the chance to land some punches on me huh?"

"Well when you say it like that..... sure! Lets do this" i smiled shaking my head "just go easy on me its been a while since i've done this"

"We'll go slow, come on" he nodded towards the sparing mats and i followed him over, Steve tossed me some gloves while he took off his hoody and rolled his shoulders out.

"When was the last time you trained?"

"Before i found out i was pregnant with Harrison" i replied avoiding eye contact with Steve, i remembered it clearly. The second i found out i was pregnant i decided i was out of the avenging life, and being a new mom i just didn't have the time for training.

"Wow"

"I know, i should have at least tried to keep up with some of it...."

"No, its not that, its just you look good"

"Having two kids keeps me busy" i shrugged "besides, i could use the tone up. Im still carrying some baby weight..."

"Well not that my opinion counts but i think you look great" Steve said blushing slightly, it reminded me of when we first started dating. Steve would always get embarrassed when paying me a compliment, it was cute. I finished fastening the gloves and stepped onto the mat to stand in front of Steve who held up his bare hands.

"You don't wanna grab some pads??"

"Im good, i can take it" he smirked.

"Lets do this then".

It only took 10-15 minutes before i was finally getting into it, the moves suddenly falling into place, my confidence increasing.

"Okay i think we're good here for today my hands are gonna bruise" Steve smirked after a good 40 minutes of sparing.

"It'll be gone in seconds don't be a baby Steve..... besides i'm enjoying myself"

"How about we change it up then, lets work on your defence. Gloves off, i'm gonna come at you.... stop me"

"Stop you?? Steve you're a super soldier!"

"I'll go easy on you sweetheart don't worry" he chuckled, his laugh quickly dying when he noticed his slip up of calling me sweetheart, old habits die hard i guess. I didn't react to it i just pulled off the gloves and turned to throw them off to the side. While my back was turned Steve lunged at me wrapping his arms around me so my arms were pinned to my body.

"Hey! Cheater!" I moaned struggling in his hold.

"Break free..... remember what i used to tell you?"

I tossed my head back hard hitting Steve in the nose, he wasn't expecting me to hit him so hard and loosened his hold on me enough so i could elbow him in the gut, i turned in his arms and was about to aim for the groin but he quickly blocked my attack and swept my legs out from under me. I landed hard on my back, Steve was then straddling my hips with my hands pinned to the floor.

"Nice try..... did you have to head butt me that hard though?" He laughed.

"It wasn't that hard, maybe you're outta practice too old man".

"Whats going on here?" I heard Bucky from behind and i turned as much as i could to look at him.

"Hey babe, Steve offered to train with me.....but i'm not so sure he's up for the job. Old man Rogers can't even take a head butt to the face anymore"

"Still kicked your ass though"

"You can get off of her now man, you've proved your point. I'll take over from here" Bucky said throwing a death glare at his ex best friend. Steve quickly got up and went to reach his hand out to help me up but Bucky quickly beat him to it. I took Bucky's hand and he easily got me to my feet before pulling me close.

"You wanna carry on training for a bit longer or are you done?"

"I think i'm done for the day" i smiled up at him "i need a shower".

"Okay lets go"

"Thanks for the training session Steve"

"Sure, anytime".

Bucky was silent on the walk back to our room, unusually quiet.

"Hey, you okay? Did you have a bad meeting with Ross?" I asked closing the door so we had some privacy.

"Meeting was fine" he mumbled.

"So whats wrong?"

"Oh maybe it was walking in finding your ex straddling you in the middle of the gym....."

"Buck come on, he just offered to help me out for a bit"

"I know but i dont like it! Seeing him like that with you....." he shook his head and i knew he was thinking of Steve and I together.

"Hey, you have nothing to worry about. You know that right? Im yours.....Completely"

"I know that, i do, but i can't help but worry when i see you two together. You've got history and kids....."

"We have a shitty history incase you forgot? And the kids are yours, you might not be their biological father but you have been more of a dad to them than Steve has been"

"Im scared im going to loose you.... all of you"

"Baby you have nothing to worry about i promise you. I love you Bucky Barnes and im yours"

"I love you too doll, i love you so much" he leant down and kissed me hard pulling me tight to his body.

"You wanna come join me for that shower Sergeant?"

"Yes m'am".

Saving grace tags: @jennmurawski13 @kenzieam

@captainchrisstan @s-t-r-i-k-e-us

@lets--be-honest @ms-betsy-fangirl

@damnaged-princess @farfromtommy

@disneylovingal @lbuck121 @billweasleey @heathens-takeitsl0w

@lacontroller1991 @supervengerslock

@mariswritingforfun

@perpetually-tuned-out @thummbelina

@marvelousstyles @broco8 @ineffableg-irl @ilovesupersoldiers

@writeroutoftime @ek823

@Imjstaghoststory @cap-just-said-language

@xxloki81xx @death-unbecomes-you @bellemile @buckyandsebastian @afuckingshituniverse @i-ran-out-of-fanfics

Everything taglist: @jesseswartzwelder @dumblani @barnesandrogersworld @patzammit @rynabarnesrogers-reading @rainbowkisses31 @rororo06 @supernaturalwintersoldier @fairlightswiftly

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #chris evans #sebastianstan #sebstan #captain america #steve rogers #saving grace

[emthesinger]

An Unlikely Lover

Chapter 6

I wake up, with Luka next to me. But I’m still a little tired. He’s already awake, and he starts kissing my neck.

“Good morning.” I mumble, still with my eyes closed. Then I realize that he’s kissing my neck and décolletage, so I open my eyes all the way.

Oh my god. Luka is a freak. What else did he do when I was sleeping?

“Morning.” He says, running his fingers through his hair.

He then gets on top of me, and gives me kisses everywhere. All I can do is laugh like a little girl.

“Stop, that tickles.” I managed to say in between laughs.

But I flip over, so I’m on top of him.

“Even when you just wake up, you still look divine.” He tells me.

“Aww.”

His lips meet mine, a short but passionate kiss. I feel like if we kept going, we’d end up having sex again.

I pull away, and he whines.

“No, keep kissing me.”

His fingers rub my temples, and I close my eyes and sigh.

“But I have to go back to my room. I brought my best friend.”

“She can wait. I want you.”

“Luka, I have to go. I’m sorry babe.”

I get off of him and off the bed.

Even from last night’s shower, after the sex, my hair is still a little damp. So it doesn’t look too good.

I’m putting on my t-shirt and jeans from last night.

He’s in his boxers, standing behind me, holding me tight so I can’t walk away.

This man is too cute.

“Stay! Please!”

“I have a meeting with my best friend and your team’s organization.”

I attempt to take a couple steps forward, but he’s really strong. This isn’t bothering me, it’s just that I didn’t want to be late. I turn around to face Luka, and kiss the top of his nose. He smiles shyly and I run out of the room.

“Hey!” I hear him say.

My phone has a ton of calls and messages from Rachel.

Shit.

As quickly as I could, I get my shared room with her in the level above. I open the door and walk in.

“Where the hell were you last night and this morning?” She asks.

“I was just taking care of something.”

I don’t think she believes me.

“Yeah. Sure. Tell me the actual truth.”

“Fine! I was with Luka.” I say, with a small smile. When I think about last night, all I can do is blush like crazy.

“Doing what?! You left me alone.”

“I’m sorry. I kinda slept over in his suite.”

“Oh.” A smirk is on her lips.

“What?” I ask.

“YOU GUYS FUCKED?!” She yells and I cover her mouth with my hand.

“Shh, I didn’t say that.” I reply.

“Yes you did. Oh my gosh, you totally did!”

I roll my eyes and look into my suitcase for some clothes.

To change the subject, I ask her about my outfit.

“What should I wear?”

“I don’t know, something cute for Luka. Duh!” She teases.

“And what’s that?”

“This!”

She hands me a yellow plaid tight fitting dress with spaghetti straps.

“No. I’m too fat.”

She walks up to me and touches my stomach.

“Nope, I just feel abs. Stop whining and change.”

“Fine!” I say and walk into the bathroom.

When I walk out, Rachel is wearing a black tight dress, showing some of her cleavage.

“What do you think?” She asks, posing around.

“Perfect. Can we go now?”

The two of us are wearing our black converse for shoes, so we’re comfortable. We don’t know how long this meeting will go for.

Rachel looks super pretty, way prettier than me. She has light brown hair, green eyes and a stunning physique. I’m just your average mixed girl. The long black hair, black eyes, sharp jawline, the “thick” body and weird accent.

“I’m tired.” I complain in the elevator.

“Well no one said you had to go fuck Luka a couple times last night.”

“Oh my god, Rachel, what the actual fuck! What’s wrong with you?”

“You know I’m right.” She winks at me.

~

We’re stuck in the meeting, which isn’t taking very long. They’re explaining many rules and things we’re supposed to do as apart of the Croatian National football team association. Many people from FIFA are there as well. They give us many guidelines, and tell us exactly what we’re supposed to do.

My job is to write articles about the games, players, and everything that has to do with their team. I can interview them as well. Rachel is the photographer. She has to take pictures at practices, friendly games, the fans, the team, and the actual matches.

We have to do this for a month and a half in Russia. Of course, we have little breaks and things like that, but they are being pretty serious about this. They give us VIP passes to get first row seats to all the games. Think of it like a backstage pass as well.

“Do your best. Have fun, and represent Croatia with your talent in journalism and photography; Ms. León and Ms. Urdenta.”

Rachel and I nod in unison. They give us warm smiles and tell us that it’s ok for us to leave now.

“Oh my god, I felt like I was in the principal’s office.” Rachel comments, when we walk out of the huge board room.

I can’t help but laugh.

“You’re too crazy, Rae.” I say.

“What? I didn’t know.”

As we walk out of the building, we encounter the players. The team has practice today.

“The guys have practice.” 

“Oh my god, where is Ivan Rakitić?” Rachel whispers frantically. 

“Next to Ivan Perisić, do you not see?”

“He’s even cuter in real life.” She replies.

“Wait, I think we’re supposed to go to their practice.” I tell Rachel. 

“Okay, then, what are we waiting for?”

~

We’re in the stadium, where the team is practicing. Rachel is taking pictures, but mostly of Ivan R. I’m typing on my laptop, updating my website. My blog is obviously about the team. And my website is where I practice my journalism. Rachel went to college in England for photography, while I went to the US for my classes in journalism. I’m doing my best to avoid Luka, as much as I like him and have feelings for him. The organization strictly states that we cannot have anything other than a professional working relationship with the players. One of the reasons being: they want the players to focus on the World Cup. The other reason is that if Rachel or me are in relationships with any of the players, our articles and opinions on the team would look biased. If they find out anything involving being more than friends with the players, they’ll send us back home and basically fire us. And this is really important to me as a journalist. So I  have to let him go. Sadly, that��s just the way it is.

“Why are you not drooling over Luka?” Rae asks me, before taking a picture of the team doing pushups. 

“Did you not hear what they told us at the meeting?” I said, and continued typing.

“They don’t need to know that you two are a thing. It could be a secret.” 

“I can’t take that risk. The two of us are getting paid to do what we love.”

“You’re right, but he is definitely worth dating.”

I sighed, and kept updating my blog. Just thinking about being away from Luka, makes me upset. And obviously, I am still upset about my stepfather’s death,  my dad never coming back and so much more. I am just a mad person I guess.

Out of the cut, a soccer ball lands and hits me in the shoulder. My first instinct is to curse in Spanish.

“Alagranputa! Vete a la verga!” I yelled. (What the fuck, die motherfucking bitch)

The second I say that, I mentally slap myself. Maybe a little too vulgar?

I grab the ball and throw it. It hits Mario in the back. Dejan was next to him and he turns around and raises his hands. 

Shit. Someone kill me already.

And as you all know, Mario is literally Super Mario.

“You’re gonna die. He will strangle you, and probably Dejan too.” Rae tells me, frightened. I reply with a nod, in fear for my life. 

Luka turns around from doing jumping jacks and looks at me. He understood what I said, because he knows Spanish. 

“Jebote.” Mario says to me. (Fuck you)

“Jebem ti mater u pičku!” Dejan yells. (I fuck your mother in the cunt)

Out of pure anger, and annoyance of literally everything in life, I reply, in English since they understand that.

“Why don’t you curse at me in English?” I yell back, and shut my laptop. 

Šime looks shocked as to what is happening. Dejan and Mario cursing to me in Croatian, and me replying ten times meaner. Good thing the coach wasn't there to see this. 

“Okay, then, what is your damn problem?” Dejan asks me.

“I don’t have one.” 

Luka then gets involved in this stupid argument. 

“Guys, stop this.” He says. 

I roll my eyes and leave to go to the bathroom. Rachel follows me. 

“Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong? You can tell anything.”

“I miss him okay. I miss my stepdad. If I had a bad day or wasn’t feeling well, he was the first to call. Other than you. Now he’s not here. I can never talk to him again. EVER.”

I cannot believe I am going to have a breakdown here, right now. All I can do is cry and feel angry.

Rachel, being her amazing self, and my best friend; calms me down. 

We go back to the seats in front of the field where they are practicing, and sit down. They only had a couple minutes left until the practice was over. 

The minutes pass, and Rachel runs after Ivan to “take pictures of him.”

Luka walks over to me, and I’m putting all my stuff away. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks and his hands grab my ass. I mean, I do not blame him, this is a tight dress. 

The Croat is all sweaty but I don’t care. He’s hot either way. 

‘Just let anger get the best of me. I’m okay now.”

“Good.”

He’s standing behind me, kissing the back of my neck. My arm wraps around him and I sigh. This just feels right, but in my head, all I can think about is the meeting. 

#luka modric #world cup #fifa world cup 2018 #fanfic #writer writing #croatiant #croatia