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[nowoolallowed]

Statuette - Met Museum Collection

Inventory Number: 26.3.232 Middle Kingdom–Early New Kingdom, Dynasty 11, ca. 2030–1981 B.C. Location Information: From Egypt, Upper Egypt, Thebes, Deir el-Bahri, Tomb MMA 511, MMA excavations, 1921–23

[kombatclan]

I be the silhouette of a sunset, smoke a cigarette while I compress my depression

[misfitgirlwrites]

Mistletoe (Joker x Reader)

This was for a writing challenge @littledarlinhavefaithinme made! 

I decided to the dialogue prompt: 

“Just admit it, you wanna kiss me.”

“Maybe you wanna kiss me and you think that using that using reverse psychology would make me kiss you.”

Enjoy!

Joker used: Heath Ledger’s Joker

Snow was great. It was beautiful and fun; as long as you weren’t in it. But sadly you had to work late on Christmas Eve. And it decided to snow. By the time you made it back to your apartment due to the annoying traffic, it was ten minutes to midnight. You quickly shuffled into your apartment, wanting to get out of your cold, wet clothes as soon as possible but paused seeing Christmas lights on each wall. You definitely didn’t put those up. Shrugging off your coat, you took in all the new decorations.

Your small, cutely decorated Christmas tree still sat on your coffee table but now there was a much bigger one in the corner of your living room decorated with ornaments of your favorite colors and a beautiful shining gold star on top. There were a few presents under the tree but the big ones caught your attention the most. The green and purple wrapping gave it away, but you still jumped a bit feeling arms wrap around you.

“What happened to, uh, not working today?”

“That was the plan but I got called in. A little extra money wouldn’t hurt.” You looked up at The Joker. “This was a lovely surprise. I don’t remember giving you a key.”

“Who says I needed a key?” He retorted.

“Well, I’d rather you not break in. Just a preference of mine,” you turned to face him, a big smile on your face. “You didn’t have to do all this. I didn’t expect you to.”

“Oh, I know you didn’t. That’s why I did. I love surprises.”

You chuckled. “What happened to being busy? Big plans? Made that up?”

“Well, no. I’ll handle that once I leave here.”

“Well, what if the Batman is spending time with his family?” You wrapped your arms around him.

His grip tightened a bit once you mentioned Batman and you could see the excitement in his dark eyes.

“You think so?” The Joker leaned in closer as his tongue darted across his scarred cheeks. “I’m not very sure. This is Batman we’re talking about-ah. If he’s out any other night to, uh, make Gotham a better place, I don’t think there’s a family waiting for him.”

He made a good point.

“See, that’s the one thing we don’t have in common. I actually have someone waiting for me. Someone lovely-ah.” He cooed, making you chuckle.

“Yes. So don’t get yourself too caught up in this chaos, mister.” You warned.

“No, no, no. Where’s the fun in that? I’m just taking you along for the ride is all. Oh, would you look at the time,” he lifted your wrist to look at your watch. “Midnight. Merry Christmas, doll.” His eyes darted up and you followed them, eyeing the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

“Seriously?” You snorted as he chuckled.

The Joker poked your nose. “Just admit it, you wanna kiss me.”

“Yeah? Maybe you wanna kiss me and you think that using reverse psychology would make me kiss you.” You raised an eyebrow, “and a mistletoe.”

The Joker shrugged and leaned in closer.

“Well. Did it work-ah?”

“Yeah, you fuckin’ goof. It worked.” You grinned and pressed your lips against his.

He pulled you closer once you moved away to breathe.

“I hope you didn’t get a bunch of mistletoes and put them all over my apartment.” You tried to see if you could spot anymore as you spoke.

“What if I did?”

You let out a laugh and shook your head. “Very creative.”

“You think so?” He lifted your head up.

“Mhm. Definitely.” You kissed him again.

Your hands moved up to his neck once the kiss got a bit heated and you huffed once he pulled away.

“Don’t pout. Let’s open your presents first.” The Joker gestured over to the Christmas tree.

“Hm. No, I think you should open your present first.” You started to push off his coat.

“And just what is my present?”

You smile at him. “Well, these clothes aren’t going to take themselves off. Sorry, I’m a bit wet.” You cooed.

“Alright fine.”

You let out a laugh as The Joker lifted you up and started moving towards the bedroom.

“I’ll, uh, gladly open my present first.”

“Wait, if you cut my clothes I swear to God--put the knife away!” You screeched as he pulled out his pocket knife.

“I’ll open my present however I want to-ah.”

“J! I’m serious!”

He definitely owes you some new clothes.

[hiswhiteknight]

Hot Chocolate + Fake Date

Summary:  The Reader must go to some family holiday thing, which has never been their scene. In fact, they hate going because they always get the third degree from everyone at the party. With working so close with the Avenger’s, your life had different priorities than all your family.

Writer’s Note: This is for @littledarlinhavefaithinme Merry Kismet Writing Challenge. This is my second prompt for this challenge, again I’m a little late, but @littledarlinhavefaithinme me has been so lovely! The prompt I had was, “Sit down, I’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up.” “Hey, want to help me get my parents off my ass about not having a date?”

I haven’t planned this to be a series, but if it has a big following and requests, I could try make it one.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1,000

Warning: Minor cursing

Your phone started to buzz, causing you to look up from what you were working on. You thought about ignoring it, but it continued to buzz. You shot up when you realized it was about to crash to the ground, unfortunately your legs got tangled on a cord you were working near. Your phone slammed on the ground as you did, making a giant crash sound. You look up from the floor, reaching your phone. It was safe, unbroken, but the message on it made you look up and sigh, “You alright,” you look away from your phone to see Steve Rogers looking down with concern.

You slide your legs around to sit on your butt, “Physically, yeah just being clumsy as per usual.” You place your phone down on the ground, “Mentally, is a whole other story.”

Steve bent down to be at eye level, “Before we dive into the whole mental thing,” he tapped your leg, “Let’s take care of this,” you look down to your knee, which had a big gash on it. Blood was trickling down the side of your knee.

“Damn,” you lean forward, getting a closer look, “I got this, you go off do your Captainy thing.”

He stood up, looking down at his outfit, which was a button-down flannel and some jeans, “Well, I’m not working currently. Come on,” he reached his hand down to you, which you took, “We can dive into the mental thing you got going on.”

Rolling your eyes, you limped behind him. He led you to the kitchen, patting a stool, “Sit down, I’ll make you some hot chocolate and fix you right up.”

“How very Captain of you,” you mumbled, sighing as you sat down. He shook his head, trying to hide a smirk, pulling out the first aid kit. He grabbed some bandages, pressing it to your knee. You winced for a millisecond, he pulled your hand down and made it hold the bandage in place.

Steve started to rummage around the kitchen, putting a pot on the stove, “What’s going on Y/N? You seem distracted, you’re clumsy, but not this bad. Third accident today,” you look up annoyed to him, “Your cursing can be heard from all around,” he chuckled, making his way towards you again. He took the bandage and started with the peroxide. Your growled at him, he chuckled under his breath, “What is it?”

Your chest expanded with air as he worked his magic, “My family is throwing this thing. And my parents are on me to go.”

He stood up, tapping your leg that he was done before walking to the stove, “So go, Tony will let you have time off.”

“Wow, you just pop up and solve all my problem Steve,” you and Steve were great friends, the best even. He could read you well, but not push. He was supportive without even doing or saying anything. That’s why you both worked well, “I don’t want to go for a reason. They want me to bring a date.”

He passed you some hot chocolate, which he knew was your weakness. He sat next to you, searching for some other reason for your hesitation, “You’re a stunning lady, I can’t imagine it’s hard to find a date.”

You slam your head on the counter, “That’s not the point, I don’t want to find a date. I am dating my job.”

“So, you’re essentially dating the Avengers,” he joked.

You gave him a sarcastic, annoyed expression before a lightbulb went off on your head, “Hey,” you grabbed his arm looking excited, “Want to help me get my parents off my ass about not having a date?”

He shrugged, “I mean, I could ask Buck if he’d like,” getting up to clear some of the mess from the kitchen. You cocked your head in awe, not believing he didn’t know what you were implying. You stood up hitting him, “What,” he tried to catch your hand, instead he caught sight of your expression, “You want me to go, me.”

Steve tried to back away from you, like you were his predator, “Steve, you don’t need me to say. You’re hot, easy to brag about, and you’re my best friend. I don’t think I could ask a more perfect person to go with me.”

He turned to load the dishwasher, “I don’t know Y/N.”

“Please,” you grabbed his hands, giving him your best puppy dog face, “Please,” you gushed.

Searching your face, he thought for a moment, “Fine,” he said, “Only because you need some well-deserved time off. I’ll be a chaperone for fun.”

“Chaperone for fun, like you know anything about-.” You couldn’t finish your sentence because Steve was walking away like he was going to back out, “Just kidding, please Steve,” you were dragging him back, trying to use all your strength. He turned with a frown, acting like you upset him, “You’re the king of fun,” you smile at him.

He searched your face, making sure you were serious about this, “Than you got yourself a fake boyfriend,” he said, “King of fun,” he teased.

You stood staring at him as he waltzed down the hallway, “You’re loving this aren’t you,” he raised his hands with his back still towards you, “I can’t believe you suggested Bucky Barnes as me date.”

“The ladies love the man, Y/N, you lucky I didn’t suggest Scott Lang,” he continued down to his room to pack. What have you gotten yourself into?

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Blame It On Your Beats (9)

Chapter Content: Sex. Yup. That’s it.

Summary: A brush with the underworld leads you on a run, away from what was supposedly your normal life, with Bucky Barnes. You two do not seem to be in sync as Bucky tries to keep you alive, trying your best not to kill each other. Or that’s what you think you are doing.

Series: contains smut, adult content in there somewhere in the future chapters so please look at the chapter content and warnings before you proceed.

Chapter Warnings: SMUT. NSFW. Do not read this if you are underage or don’t like smut.

A/N: This series is written for @littledarlinhavefaithinme ‘s MK Writing Challenge. Thank you so much for hosting. I am having a lot of fun with the prompts. But I am clearly behind schedule. Eep! Thanks for being so patient!

Tags for future fics are open.

MASTERLIST

When was the last time you had experienced floating over the stars as they tried to come closer to your feet but the force holding you in that surreal space didn't let them touch you?

Today, it was all glittering down inside and around you as your lips tasted Bucky's heated ones, with one elongated collision before you parted, feeling his thick stubble against your skin.

Bucky's dilated eyes were nearly on the roll back when he paused at the lack of your delicious warmth.

And without any delay you both came back again; the beast of need inside both of you already ignited.

You took the liberty to let your tongue linger on his lips, taking in the saltiness of the sea from the oysters he had a while ago. Mm, you thought to yourself, definitely tastes good with him wrapped inside them.

Bucky parted his lips to let his tongue taste yours from the tip to the centre, making you feel crude reverberations down to your centre of gravity, your gasped moan dissolving inside his mouth.

The wind from the ocean grew wild, bringing with it the clouds of the storm, hiding away all the stars.

Your aching bodies wanting to further bury into each other's touch were suddenly soaked with the rain falling over the two of you, not bothering your tongues marking each other as their own, or your hands grasping onto his hair for your dear life or his on your lower back holding you tight, within the confines of his dizzy warmth.

But you both came up from the uncontrollable high once your lungs started giving out, gasping but not letting go of each other.

Bucky finally let your feet touch the wet sand as you took in his blood gushed lips glistening under the raindrops lucky enough to trickle down the entire length of his face before finding their way down his neck and disappearing under the unbuttoned collar, making a path of its own on the body you were really eager to discover right now.

Bucky couldn't believe the amount of effort he was trying to put to breathe in the image of your wet dress clinging on your body, carving all the stimulated curves through and through.

“Room?”

“Room.”

With one worded breathless exchange and hands intertwined, you two walked away from the beach, nearly breaking into a run as you entered the mansion ground.

Bucky readjusted his jacket over you to hide the results of his provocations before pressing the elevator button and dipping his head towards you to kiss you once more, his hot and cold palms around your waist triggering another spark inside your body.

The sound of the elevator doors opening broke the two of you apart but not before Yukio and Sonic had seen the explicit hunger games play in front of their eyes.

With an exchange of a sheepish smile, you entered the square space, Bucky planting himself behind you, running his hands through his dense wet hair, letting the audience see the fire in his cheeks.

You could feel Yukio's knowing gleeful eyes on you reflecting from the mirrored walls, making the embarrassment burn further into you, praying that the floor arrives sooner.

And it did, you and Bucky almost power walking your way as you heard a familiar brunt voice call out, “Remember what I taught you, bro.”

You turned towards Bucky who was already shaking his head at the question building up inside you.

“No. I-she just came to me out of nowhere and-”

“Huh,” you cut your flustered berry short, “so you had to be taught that?”

All the white dither disappeared as Bucky opened the door, stepped in, pushed you inside, closed the door behind you and pushed your back into it before he planted himself his hands on your either side.

Your teasing edge vanished at the sight of that glimmer of voracious beast telling you he didn't need to be taught to know how to make you whimper in pure velvet.

The radio in your room came to life at the surge of the power fluctuating with the storm outside.

Darker than the ocean, deeper than the sea

Bucky's devouring gaze shifted to a softer one before softly pushing his forehead to yours, tilting it to push up your lips, passing your pulsating, swollen pair with his.

You got everything, you got what I need

He looked down, drinking your soft stare with a gulp look at his hands dropping away his jacket followed by running his fingers on the satin ribbon he had so artistically placed around you, undoing the soft fabric with one simple tug, letting the rest of the web  undo itself with a scary grace, making way for your skin to let her lull him closer to give her the touch she had been looking forward to, the tiny hairs already standing in anticipation.

Touch me, you're electric, babe

The first contact his lips made with the nape of your neck let all the neurons inside you fire up like the brilliant glittering crackers from last night, their after-effects already oozing in between your legs.

The kiss came with a swirl of a tongue followed by his teeth gently nibbing at your pulsating layer as you pressed yourself against him to feel some friction in between your legs, making him- and his already hard self- grind into you at your greedy movements.

Move me, take me from this place

Bucky's stubble tickled your layers, increasing the hunger filled ache inside you further as it first travelled up your neck till behind your ears, your shivering body reacting by lifting leg and wrapping it around his thigh- his body eagerly complementing the change- before his tongue marked you as it came down for your valleys.

Movin' to the tempo, show me what it takes

Speedin' up my heartbeat, playin' in the face

“Bucky,” a tremble left you as you anchored your hands in his hair to stop yourself from crumbling as his metal pulled on your dress from behind, allowing him access to your breasts, letting them wake up to the warm wetness spiralling through his tongue; your fingers reflexively pulling his hair as his teeth played with your attentive nipples.

Kiss me, we're on fire, babe

Love me, take me to outer space

His metal gazed your back, inching you closer to him now and then before it found the slit through your dress to access your quivering thighs, travelling up a little before pausing. He parted from your breasts, leaving cold sensations at the dearth of his touch.

Kiss me, we're on fire, babe

Love me, take me to outer space

You looked him right into his overcast eyes as your hands reached down to guide his to where they were always headed, earning a parting of your lips, a silent pant leaving you with the new touch easing around your folds.

Bucky's own breath found itself fluttering at the pool of wetness waiting for him, his erratic breaths audible to your sensitive ears.

Covered in your water and I'm feelin' like a summer breeze

Without a warning he backed his metal away to pick you up, turn, take two long strides towards the bed and drop you down on your back.

You could feel his knees dip the bed as he parted your legs to plant himself in between them. You sat up and undid his shirt halfway before he pulled it over his head in one graceful move, planting kisses up your exposed thigh, nibbing and pecking his way to the waterfall, already feeling your breath caught up somewhere inside you as you twitched under his increasing sensitive touch.

Submitted under power and you brought me to my knees

Bucky moved away the slit of your dress to carefully pull off your soaked panties.

“I know we’re supposed to be on a honeymoon,” your broken voice found some strength inside her to whisper in the air, “but I really didn’t prepare myself for this down there so-hooo!”

Use me, you're electric, babe

Move me, take me all the way

You felt your soul leave your body on his tongue swirling right between your trembling limbs bringing down a rain of fire through your entire body, doing and undoing you, taking you to your high before coming back up to face you in the only light of the striking lightning outside illuminating your features for him.

Whisper in my ear, I'm the only one you're lovin' on

Take advantage of the moment, you're the only one that I want

You felt his eyes dilate into the similar darkness as the sky outside, bursting with flames of godly fire as you arched your back that came down from a surreal high, his gaze not allowing you to break away from this luscious reality too good to be true.

Your hands felt the life of their own as one grabbed his flesh arm to ground yourself, while your mouth latched onto his to let him savour the aching moans you were not able to keep inside you anymore. The other hands went down to undo his trousers, the years of skilful multitasking of unbuttoning your own stuff while you were busy shuffling through your playlists paying off at the moment, freeing his length and releasing a moan out of him as well.

Kiss me, we're on fire, babe

Love me, take me to outer space

Lining himself up at your entrance, he worked his way into you, grunts and heavy gasps filling the hot air around your features- the crystal waters that they were, reflecting the pleasure.

Kiss me, we're on fire, babe

Love me, take me to outer space

With the first thrust, the stars came back behind your eyes, your nails grazing Bucky’s bare back, making him twitch inside you, his heated length already pulsating inside your throbbing walls.

The second thrust came in harder, with a feral purpose, never taking his blue away from your face as you put no effort in hiding how he was making your face crinkle in the best ways you could have only imagined.

Melting like ice on a summer day

Hold me like you mean it, take me far away

The pace increased, coming back for more with a new rhythm, your hips moving up to let him drive himself deeper inside you with every passing stroke, the friction in between the slick walls driving you up to the floodgates faster than before.

And with every rhythm, your fingers clawed deeper into his sculpted back while your teeth docked themselves on his shoulders as the flood waters started rising up to the floodgates, your eyes tearing up at the sensitivity that you’d never felt before.

Bucky felt your nails driving down into him while your legs wrapped themselves around his hips as you got closer to the brim. Bucky’s metal hand went down between the two of you to find your swollen bundle of nerves, the cool digits rubbing the cold hardness into the heated bunch, spiking the rush running down your clenching walls and letting the torrential waters break right through the floodgates.

Bodies movin' and temperature rising

Take me to the top then watch me fall in

Your shattering limbs felt length in between them swell as the pace got sloppier and the grunts got heavier, right into your shoulder before he too anchored himself- and marked your shoulder and neck- with his outburst breaking his rocky shores inside you.

Kiss me, we're on fire, babe

The post-bliss high left both of you breathless in each other’s arms. Bucky rested his weight over his metal as he took your face in his hot palm to plant a gulping kiss and take the time in each other’s animalistic scent to normalise the breaths.

Gently parting away from you, Bucky cleaned you up, helping himself and you get out of the mess of your clothes over your bodies showing all the visible signs of lovemaking- already turning into bruises.

Love me, take me to outer space

The sound of rain outside your window along with the soothing outro over the radio was working as a perfect balm for your aching limbs and tired eyes filled with a new glow inside them. Your shivering naked form was carefully tucked inside the fluffy blanket, but that was not what your mind was searching for on the bed.

And just then, the familiar warmth wrapped its sublime shape around you; Bucky’s metal pulling you closer towards him under the sheets, allowing you to complement his embrace with your own.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go on the couch tonight as well?” you whispered as you planted your head on his shoulder, eyes already shut close.

“Nah,” Bucky whispered back but not before planting a soft lingering kiss on your forehead, “I’m in the mood of hearing you snore right here,” earning a smile from you as you buried yourself in his chest, hearing his heart breathe you in while your own opened itself in his solid grasp.

Kiss me, we're on fire

Concluded here

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3 designers de acessórios de moda no Brasil

por Eduardo Araújo Silva (DUDX)

Sabemos que acessórios são peças que fazem a diferença em uma composição de moda. Brincos, pulseiras, anéis, tiaras... os designers de acessórios são essenciais na missão de trazer formas e cores em destaques e detalhes do corpo.

Então, seguindo a linha de indicações de talentos nacionais que iniciamos com a publicação “5 stylists brasileiros para se conhecer”, apontamos agora 3 designers de acessórios no Brasil.

Selecionamos nomes que trazem em si estéticas autorais muito potentes e pensam o adorno para o corpo como peça escultórica, a arte em movimento.

ARCO

A criadora carioca Juliana Araújo tem uma ação interdisciplinar, atuante nas áreas da moda, publicidade e direção de arte. Com sua marca @arco.a.rco tem exibido peças incríveis.

As peças da Arco trazem o bidimensional na geometria do metal com formas e pedrarias coloridas que saltam ao olhar. Feitas em prata – com variações em ouro sob encomenda -, madrepérola, quartzo, âmbar, jade e, outros materiais. Você pode encontrar tudo via Instagram, e aproveite para conferir as lindas fotos que foram publicadas na revista ELLE que estão lá no Instagram.

ENTRECUBOS

Ingrid Rizzieri é de São Paulo e vem a frente da EntreCubos. A criadora trouxe da experiência com artes plásticas a ideia de espacialidade, transformando objetos de maior para menor escala com bronze, prata e ouro.

A Entrecubos exibe formas geométricas únicas para áreas do corpo. Peças que abusam da criatividade, saindo do tradicional na joalheria, utilizando por exemplo o nariz e mão por inteira como suporte para suas geometrias.

MARCIO KRAKHECKE / MKWC

Marcio Krakhecke é um nome constante em desenvolvimento de acessórios para marcas que desfilam e aparecem em publicações nacionais e internacionais.

Um primor em resina e aplicação de pedrarias, há mais de 15 anos no mercado, Márcio ao lado do sócio Wanderlei Cesar (projetista, arquiteto e engenheiro) assinam com a marca MKWC e e contam com um nível alto qualidade aliado a responsabilidade ambiental;

[nowoolallowed]

Estate Figure - Met Museum Collection

Inventory Number: 20.3.7 Middle Kingdom, Dynasty 12, early reign of Amenemhat I Location Information: From Egypt, Upper Egypt, Thebes, Southern Asasif, Tomb of Meketre (TT 280, MMA 1101), serdab, MMA excavations, 1920

Description:

The woman is richly adorned with jewelry and wears a dress decorated with a pattern of feathers, the kind of garment often associated with goddesses. Thus, this figure and its companion in Cairo may also be associated with the funerary goddesses Isis and Nephthys who are often depicted at the foot and head of coffins, protecting the deceased.

[kombatclan]

wasteland

[hiswhiteknight]

A Little Chocolate on Christmas

Summary:  Reader has been hunting all her life, which leads her to forget that is was holiday season. Her relationship with the Winchester’s, specifically Dean has always been casual and filled with banter. The boys don’t except her lack of plans to invite her to their little holiday celebration. (Bad intro)

This is for @littledarlinhavefaithinme Merry Kismet Writing Challenge. I’m a little late, but @littledarlinhavefaithinme me has been so lovely! The prompt I had was – “I think eating chocolate alone on a holiday is completely normal.” Thanks for this challenge and your help!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 2000 (so looong)

Warning: Flirting, mention of NSFW, implied smut, cute banter

Dean was finishing packing up the impala, you passed by as the trunk slam shut. Sam waltzed around the back behind Dean, who was making his way towards the driver’s seat, “So Y/N, what’s the plans for the holiday’s,” Sam yells over the car.

Sam’s shirt was all cut up, you had just finished a hunt with the boys. Seemed you both were hunting the same monster. It’s been a while since you’ve seen the boys. Y’all group up with each other, your family and theirs chasing the family business. You liked working alone though, which is why you haven’t seen them in a while.

You had just reached your jeep, stepping on the step to look over at them, “Oh right,” you looked up, counting with your fingers, “It is about that time of year.”

“Are you kidding,” Dean said, “Y/N, it’s Christmas Eve.”

You nod your head, acting like you’re reviewing something in your head, “Lost track of time, I guess. You know the lifestyle,” you acted so cool and unaffected by the realization that it was Christmas tomorrow.

Sam chuckled under his breath, “We’re far from the spirit of Christmas, but we are least know when it is. Are you really saying you don’t have any plans for the holidays?”

You sent the brothers a grimace face, acting like this was awkward situation, “I’ll probably grab some beer and a pack of that yummy chocolate. Find some soft porn, you know it being the holiday – got to keep it classy. Maybe I’ll even take a few days from hunting.”

“I’m sorry,” Dean shrieked, “Who are you?”

“What,” you laugh, “I think eating Chocolate alone on a holiday is completely normal.”

“No,” Dean shook his head, “No it’s not,” he had a grin on his face. He would never admit it, but he always liked you. You were an unusual person, very relaxed, and optimistic person. He never felt judged or unsupported when you were around. And you were tough as nails, one of the finest hunters, but your social skills were not top notch. Which as you can see, never phased you, “Follow Sam and I back. We’ve got a whole group of hunters at the bunker. We’re doing a thing, trying to be more normal.”

Shaking your head, “Nah, didn’t you just hear. I’ve got a whole plan – sexy chocolate goodness with me, myself, and a dirty Santa storyline.”

“Ew,” Sam gaged, “I know you’re kidding,” you shook your head, looking down the road. You weren’t sure how much you wanted to fight, you were exhausted, “We won’t take no for an answer.”

“Are you only asking me because I know how to cook,” you ask him, a hint of humor behind your voice.

Dean looked at you with curiosity, “You know how to cook,” acting shocked.

Sam shook his head, ready to get started, “Just follow us,” he got into the car, “We’re already running late.”

You could tell Sam was just as exhausted as you, so there wasn’t a point to fighting him on it. Dean made eye contact with you, “Dirty Santa,” he questioned, searching your face for an honest answer, “Is that what does it for you,” he smirked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you got into your jeep without letting him ask more.

By the time you got to the bunker, you were filled with excitement. You couldn’t remember the last time you celebrate the holidays with other people. In fact, you couldn’t remember the last time you were in company of friends besides when you were at the Harvelle’s bar. The bunker was decorated enough to sense some holiday spirit, “You can use my room to freshen up and unpack,” Dean said over your shoulder, as you pulled your bag down the stairs, “Mostly everyone is here. Food shouldn’t be long, thankfully.”

You face him, looking up into his gorgeous eyes, “Like to show me where that is? Your room.”

“With pleasure,” he smirked down at you, gesturing you to follow him. You liked Dean, you liked him a lot. And the funny thing, you typically don’t care about attraction like that. You were a simple person, saving people, hunting, and running a positive life. You didn’t have time or needs of settling down, but Dean he was special.

He opened his door and you stepped in, “How so very Dean,” you laugh, searching around the room for what makes Dean, Dean. You spun around and flopped on his head.

Dean made his way to the end, propping his foot on his bed post, looking down at you, “Get comfortable. Shower is out that way,” he pointed.

“You don’t need anything from in here,” you smirk up at him.

“Only one thing in this room I need,” he continued to flirt with you, “But I guess for now I’ll just grab a change of clothing and get ready in Sam’s room.”

You sat up, pulling one of your knees to your chest, “Dean Winchester I live and breathe, getting ready for a holiday dinner like a proper man. You asked me who I was, now I’m wondering the same thing about you.”

He shrugged, backing up with some clothing in hand from his closet, “I’ve got to impress.”

You pulled yourself up, “And who might that be?”

He gave you a coy smile, “You know, my mom being back and all. Got to be on my best behavior.”

“Make sense,” you leaned on the door, “Hope you don’t mind if I use your bed, I could use a cat nap and such.”

He looked at your lips before glancing at his bed. This was usually how you both worked, casually flirting and no action. This is what worked best for you both, no complications, “What is mine is yours,” he whispered.

You sent him a wink before gently closing the door. And you did in fact take a cat nap before you showered and got ready. Dean’s bed smelled like him, you imagined it felt like him to – if that made sense.

Walking out into the bunker’s main area, hunters were spread around drinking and laughing. It felt right, and you’ve always been far from normal, but this felt right.

Dean caught sight of you first, “Lord have mercy,” he whispered, not realizing he said it out loud. Sam tried to trace his stare and caught sight of you.

“Wow,” Sam grinned, “You ever see that woman in a dress,” he asked acting shocked.  

Mary looked to where both her boys were looking at, “Did one of my son’s bring a date?”

Shaking his head, not looking amused, Dean answered, “No. She acted like it was normal eating chocolate alone for the holidays. So, we invited her to spend time with us.”

“Her name is Y/N,” Castiel popped up out of nowhere, “Dean gets agitated when we mention their interactions. Like how he gets flushed when she flirtatious or how annoyed he gets when someone else,” Dean’s hand and grumble stopped Cas from continuing.

Mary watched Dean before straightening up, “I think I’ll go introduce myself.”

“No mom,” he tried to stop her, but she was already on her way. He rolled his eyes, spinning around to look the other way.

Sam leaned over to his brother, who was watching the interaction between his mother and Y/N. She looked and acted like a different person, “Are we even sure that’s the real Y/N? The lady is wearing heels and I just saw her hug our mother.”

Dean looked over his shoulder. He was cringing wondering what they were talking about, before he popped, “That’s it. I can’t take it,” he chugged his beer before making a beeline to the pair.

“Dean,” you smile, “Your mom was just telling me the time you nearly killed your brother. I tried to tell her that was most of your teenage years.”

He squinted at you, but before he could say anything his mother interrupted, “Dean, I had hoped your father taught you better manners. Get the woman a drink,” she slapped him. You giggled, watching Dean stare for a second before rolling his eyes and stomping off.

When he returned with a beer, you had made your way towards the row of books. Mary sent him a wink, clearly getting her seal of approval. He cleared his throat when he got to you, grabbing your attention, “Beer,” he handed you, “Hope that is alright.”

You nod, grabbing it from him and taking a sip, “I like the Santa hat,” you point up to his head, “It’s very becoming on you.”

His grin grew, “Thought you might like it.” He took the time to check you out, top to bottom. That was alright because you were doing the same, “Where did you get the dress? Steal it,” he joked.

“Honestly,” you smile, leaning against the table, “I’ve had this dress a long time. I just never had the chance to wear it. No one to show off for.”

He walked next to you, spinning to lean on the table as well, “Christmas is a good reason to show off, especially with your Santa kink.”

“Ha. Ha,” Dean chuckled at your sarcastic reply, “You know, I still think eating chocolate alone on the holidays is normal. So it’s not the holidays I’m trying to impress.”

Dean moved forward, placing his beer down on the table, “Speaking of, I got you something,” he moved to grab something. You couldn’t stop him before he was pack with some box wrapped.

“How could you possibly know you’d see me for the holidays,” you look up at him curious, wondering what he was up to.

“Man has got to be prepared,” he shrugged.

You sent him the greatest smile he had ever seen, then you looked down and opened it. Your laugh grabbed everyone’s attention, “Chocolate,” you say amused.

“Sexy chocolate,” he smirked back at you, sipping some more of his whiskey. He was rather impressed with himself, “I drew pictures and everything.”

You bit you lip, trying to hold back more laughter, “I’m speechless Dean, you clearly put some thought into this gift.” You put it down on the table next to you, “I didn’t get you anything.”

He shook his head, “Not necessary, it was just nice having you around again,” he tapped you on the arm, “Come on, I want you to meet some people.”

The rest of the evening trickled away with conversations, drinking, and laughter. It felt completely right to be here with this company. You forgot what it was like to be normal with people and talk about intimate and personal conversations. It was especially nice to be close to Dean again, he was always making small gestures that got your attention. It probably meant nothing, but it was slowly driving you crazy. A throat clearing caught your attention, “It’s officially Christmas, Merry Christmas.”

Everyone cheered, including yourself, “Oh hold on,” Mary said over the group, “Looks like someone is under the mistletoe,” she smirked. Everyone searched around, and you just look up. There was indeed two people under a mistletoe and it was you and one Dean Winchester, “Got to kiss you two.”

Dean just rolled his eyes and acted annoyed. You were rather enjoying the moment, so you just grabbed him by the collar and everyone cheered. Not a second into the kiss, Dean was pulling you closer, and getting a deeper kiss. You heart hammered in your chest and you nearly forgot people were around, especially when Mary gestured for people to leave you both go. Dean pulled away breathing heavy, but still holding you close, “Think that’s the best Christmas present I ever got,” he whispered to you. You started to walk backwards slowly, still holding eye contact with Dean, “Where you going?”

“You want to unwrap another present,” you whisper, sending him a wink, “I think I’m going to go to your room. I’m going to bring my chocolates. Why don’t you bring that hat?”

He got flushed, smiling at you before walking towards you like you were prey. With one last wink, you skipped down the hallway before Dean looked up to the room smiling, “Best Christmas Ever,” before causally walking down to his room.

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MASTERLIST

[nowoolallowed]

Women Preparing Food, Tomb of Djari - Met Museum Collection

Note: This is a modern copy of an original Inventory Number: 31.6.1 Original Dating: Middle Kingdom, Dynasty 11, ca. 2060–2010 B.C. Location Information: From Egypt, Upper Egypt, Thebes, Asasif, Tomb of Djar (TT 366, MMA 820), MMA graphics expedition 1930

[kombatclan]

I abide my Mother's will.

[nowoolallowed]

Relief Showing a Seated Woman Smelling the Blossom of a Water Lily - Met Museum Collection

Inventory Number: 08.202.42 Middle Kingdom, Dynasty 12, ca. 1981–1952 B.C. Location Information: Location Unlisted

Description:

This image of a seated noble woman comes from the tomb of either the woman herself or her husband. A special variety of beer and provisions of incense are mentioned in the inscription on the left.

[kombatclan]

who got beef (who got it) im tryna find somethin' to eat

[kombatclan]

Life in the Clans: Where do they live? What’re they like?

EarthClan’s camp is lush. Their territory consists of dense woodland and even grounds. They are trained more extensively as ClayClan threatens to move in on them to snag the territory at what feels like any moment. Their main diet consists of squirrels, chipmunks, and mice. EarthClan often has to defend themselves from the other Clans, so there’s more patrols sent out through the day. EarthClan are the most relaxed with taking in outsiders. Their founder is Crowstar, who banished Cicadastar from StarClan and later Falls to the Dark Forest.

ClayClan’s camp was everywhere. Living mainly in rocky terrain, their territory is the largest as it forced EdenClan away and into near extinction. ClayClan is the largest Clan. They didn’t have one set camp, but Sharkstar stayed in his large, hollowed rock den while his Clan lived to serve him. During Jaguarstar’s rule, he moved them back to the rocky caves and kept EdenClan’s territory as hunting as well as burial grounds. These cats are more like denmates than true Clanmates and it’s a hard bond to ensure after Sharkstar. Their diet is lizards, snakes, and rats. Their founder is Cicadastar, who Fell to the Dark Forest.

SharpClan’s camp is not what is expected. Scorpionstar takes pride in his beautiful camp, surrounded by bright flowers and thin trees. The outskirts of SharpClan territory is burned and lifeless, deterring the other Clans from invasion. It is the smallest Clan. They’re cautious of outside cats, but willingly take them in in order to be great warriors. It was originally founded by Tigerstar, a former ChillClan warrior, until many seasons later when The Great Extinction happened. SharpClan lives on birds, lizards, and even bugs. These cats are good allies with EarthClan.

ChillClan’s camp is.. what you’d think. These cats dwell in higher, rocky hills in more open areas where cool wind blows more often than not. They thrive in the cold Leaf Bare season due to their thick coats and are taught to use cold to their advantage. They eat rabbits, birds, and occasionally fish. ChillClan cats are reclusive and keep to themselves, but will ally with other Clans only if their leader requests so. Their founder is a molly named Chillstar.

The Dark Forest is a stronger force than they make themselves out to be. Cats such as Ratface and Shadesong ally themselves with this Hellish place and they are not above dragging the souls innocent cats there, such as Swiftfire and Azurewing, to aid their growing army. Cicadastar leads these cats behind the scenes. This leads to Thunderstar begging for help from StarClan multiple times.