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Sting - Part 2 

A/N - Thank you Taw @supersoldierslover. You are the absolute best . 

WARNINGS - None, maybe some angst idk . 

(second time using this gif, cause I couldn’t find any)

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

PART 1 - STING 

You wanted to let it go . Well at least you tried to . But you couldn’t . How could you when every morning you were blessed with the sight of the new couple together at the cafe. You stopped going there. You just couldn’t .How you wanted to walk over to him and tell the truth. It wouldn’t be that hard , maybe he would believe you. But then again , you now knew how manipulative your friend was and you were sure she would cook up some story .

 It hurt you . For the past 6 months you were hurting under the impression that Bucky cheated on you . That he was with another person while he was with you . He craved pleasure in someone who wasn’t you . The thought of him touching another person , kissing another person and having sex with them increased your hatred towards him . But to now know that it was all a lie hurt even more. You lost a man that made you oh so very happy.

But it wasn’t really your fault , was it? She fed you with lies for over a week . She told you about how she had her suspicions about Bucky’s character .Until that day she called you and told you that he cheated. You felt that she was your true friend .She looked out for you . You were glad that you decided to befriend her 4 years ago at the office party.

You called her that night to inform her that you were going to your brothers , and that you were going to stay there for a while. But she didn’t lift the phone.

She called you a few times and the conversations only lasted a few minutes and then she stopped calling all together . But you had your brother so you didn’t think much of it. You even called her to inform that you got a job near the old one and that you will be coming back , but she didn’t lift her phone .

Now you could see it all so clearly .How she betrayed you with her lies . Why would you ever think that your bestfriend would ever do such a thing.

It  wasn’t easy passing her occasionally and not just slap her for doing this to you . As the days increased the guilt on her face became evident. You could see that she knew exactly how bad she fucked up . But you didn’t know if it was real guilt or she was just acting so that you wouldn’t tell any of this to Bucky .

But you knew he deserved to know the truth . If he chose to stay with Sabrina even after knowing the truth then there isn’t much you could do. So you decided to tell him. He worked in the firm right next to yours , and so did Sabrina . You walked through the hallways searching for the that had his name on it. But before you could , you were being dragged around the corner by you ‘best friend’.

“Fucking touch me again , and I will break your hand.” You scolded pulling your elbow from her hand

“What are you doing here?”, she asked sternly.

“I came to meet Bucky.” You replied.

“For what huh? You are going to tell him the truth?”
“Yes.”

She laughs bitterly at this .

“Do you really think he is going to believe you?”
“I don’t know. But I can try to make him see how pathetic you are.”
“Oh honey . Don’t you see how happy he is with me . I love him more than you ever could. He deserves much better than you . And that’s why he has me .”


The words stung your heart, but you couldn’t show it to her. You knew that even if a hint of belief crossed your face she wouldn’t use it against you.

She pushed past her with tears stinging your eyes and made way to your office. You couldn’t look at her anymore or Bucky . Maybe he was happier now . Maybe she was better him .

With a clean face and tissues in your hand you sat back in your office and got back to work , hoping that it would be a distraction from the current situation .But however hard you tried you couldn’t remove the image of Bucky from your mind. You were reminiscing .

You remembered your first date. The ever confident and flirtatious Bucky Barnes looked so cute when he was shy and nervous about asking you out . And when you accepted the smile that grew on his face was blinding . It was nothing fancy . He took you out to a nice restaurant and then to your favourite ice-cream parlour  . It was a day you could never forget because it was the first time you had a taste of his lips.

You hand rose to your lips as you rubbed it thinking about how tender and gentle the kiss was. You let the tears flow down your cheek staining your shirt when you heard your door opening .

In front of you stood Bucky with Sabrina by his side.

You got up from your seat and looked at both of them .

“Bucky , she’s not worth it . She left you!!!” Sabrina said trying to pull Bucky out of the door.

You could feel the anger boiling inside you . How the fuck could she even say that?? I left him???

“I know. But I want to know why?”  he said looking at you . He looked hurt , he looked the way you looked when she lied to you about Bucky indecency .

“But why? I mean , why does it matter now.” She knew that there was no way out of this situation , she looked worried about the cat getting out of the bag.

“I just need to know.” He walked towards you , standing in front of your desk , his eyes boring into yours. “Tell me .”

You knew if you told him the truth he wouldn’t be with Sabrina. But what if she was right? What if he was happier with her than he was with you?

“Y/N Please.”. he begged. He looked hurt and angry he deserved to know the truth .

“I thought you cheated on me.”, the words barely audible.

“What?”, Bucky was taken aback by your words.

“Wha…What  did I ever do to make you think that? I neve…I never cheated on you.”

“I know that now.” You say with your head down , sounding guilty. You knew it wasn’t your fault but you did hurt Bucky .

“Why did you think that?” He asked a little more sternly.

“I…Because..”, you wanted to tell him, but you still weren’t sure for some reason .

“Y/N , just tell me.”

You could see from behind Bucky that Sabrina was already standing with her head down , looking guilty as fuck.

“Sabrina told me.” , you blurted out . You couldn’t hold it back. He needed to know.  

“What?? “ he asked turning to face her .

As the words came out of your mouth she instantly looked up to you , anger behind her gaze .And now that Bucky turned towards her , her expression completely changed.

“Is it true?” You expected him to be more angry and furious , expected him to scream at her .  But he didn’t . He felt the same thing you felt when you found the truth. Betrayal . He couldn’t believe that someone was capable of doing this .

“Yes . But Bucky I did it because I love you.” She pleaded taking his hands in hers. He pulled away instantly.  

“Well thats a weird way of showing it. You took away someone I loved the most . And you want me to believe that you love me?”

“Bucky ,please….”

“Get out.” Was all that he said . She was crying  . You didn’t know what to feel . Were you angry yes. But you were a little sad too .You knew the feeling . You knew how you felt when you thought Bucky didn’t love you .

You watched her walk away . out of your office. Wiping her tears . You looked at Bucky who still had his back towards you .

“I am sorry.” You didn’t know what you were sorry for exactly but you said it anyways .

He slowly turned towards you as you continued speaking, looking down at your desk.

“I know that things ended badly ,and you love or loved Sabrina , and I don’t know where we stand but….” you squeaked in surprise as you felt him press his lips against yours.

After a moment of surprise you melt into the kiss and wrap your fingers around his neck. The kiss was urgent and full of need.

For someone reason tears rolled down your eyes as Bucky hugged you , close to his chest .

“Hey , it’s okay .”

“I thought I lost you now. I thought you loved her.”

“I love you . Always did.” His words soothed your heart and your lips curled into a smile.

“I love you.” He pulled you closer to his body , hoping he doesn’t have to lose you again .

A week passed before your path crossed with Sabrina’s. You saw her enter the cafe. You couldn’t to sip on your tea when she came and sat in front of you .

A few minutes of silence passed before she spoke up .

“I am sorry . I was selfish . I should have never hurt you . I know you can’t forgive me . And I know you can never trust me . But I just wanted you to know that I ashamed of what I did . And I am sorry.”

You didn’t know if you could believe her or not. But you knew that forgiving her will give a fresh start to the both of you.

“As you said I don’t know if I can ever trust you  , but I do accept your apology.” You say smiling .

She smiled back softly.




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Like a Dream - Jeff Atkins Imagine

Request: Hey lovely, could I please ask for a Jeff Atkins imagine, where he gets jealous of you being best friends with zach because you play kiss the bottle at a house party and zach kissed you, but he hasn’t actually asked you out yet. Thanks lovely!! Don’t worry if not:)

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Word Count: 977


“Hurry up, Y/N! We’re going to be late if you don’t get your ass down here soon!” I hear my best friend, Zach, call from downstairs.

“Be patient, dammit!” I call back. “I just need to find my shoes!”

Even though he is downstairs and I am up in my room, I can practically hear Zach roll his eyes. Zach and I have been friends since second grade, when Ms. Benson made us sit next to each other on the first day of school. I’ve always been talkative and friendly, so it was only natural that I would practically force Zach to become my best friend.

“Anyway, it’s a high school party. It’ll last for hours so it’s impossible to miss,” I say, rushing downstairs and past Zach to get to his car. 

“But, see, I’m on the basketball team. I gotta keep up that reputation,” he retorts back.

“What reputation?” I laugh.

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Dear Journal,

I’ve never been this scared in my life. This morning I woke up early to go get Teddy and we watched the teletubbies. We were cuddled on the couch and Teddy was sipping his chocolate milk when Sirius woke up. He came through the door looking really tired… and pale.

“Goodmorning honey… You look pale, are you okay?” I said, siting up.

Sirius opened his mouth to talk but he instantly fell to the floor.

“Sirius?!” I yelled, running to his side.

He was unconscious. I tried to shake him but he wouldn’t wake up. At least he still had a pulse.

“Sirius.. Babe wake up please! Sirius wake up!” I said, shaking him.

“Dadda?” Teddy said, worry in his eyes.

“It’s okay baby.. Can you get me my wand please?” I said as Teddy grabed my wand that was resting on the table.

“C'mere baby, it’s okay.. do you have your plushie with you?” I asked him.

He nodded and held the stuffed animal close to his chest.

“Okay hold me close alright? We need to get Padda to the hospital.. Can you do that for me honey?” I asked, feeling my heartbeat quicken.

He nodded again and i held him close to me. I took Sirius’ hand and the next thing I knew, we were in St-Mungos.

“I need help please!” I yelled so someone could take care of him.

A lady and a man ran to me and put Sirius’ unconcious body on a barrow. The lady asked me some questions while she took his pulse and they left in a hurry, pushing my husband away from me. The next thing I knew, I was alone with Teddy in the waiting room.

“Dadda?” Teddy asked, tears running down his cheeks.

“Oh it’s okay baby. I’m here.. Padda will be okay alright?” I said, my own eyes getting teary.

“But.. why are you crying?” Teddy said with his little baby voice and his shaking bottom lip.

“I just got scared that’s all honey.. Everything will be alright..” I said, not even believing my own words.

I gave a call to James and Lily so they could come and get Teddy. I didn’t want him to stay here, traumatized. James and Lily arrived a few seconds after our call. They both looked so worried. James was holding something in a blanket and I assumed it was Harry.

“Where is he? Is he okay?” James asked.

“I-I don’t know..” i said, trying not to cry.

Lily took Teddy in her arms and tried to calm him.

“He’ll be fine.. He’s strong.” James said, hugging me.

“I’m s-so scared..” I cried.

“He’ll be fine.. He’s in good hands..” James said.

“Lily.. Can you take Teddy home with you? I don’t want him to see all of this..” I asked her.

“Okay.. but call me when you have any news..” She said, taking Harry in her other arm.

“Dadda?” Teddy said.

“It’s okay honey. I’ll stay here with uncle James and we will wait for Padda okay? I’ll come and get you the minute I can my love.” I said, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

“No.. I want to stay with you..” He said, his eyes getting glossy.

“I know baby.. I know.. I’ll be with you soon I promise.”

“And Padda?”

I took a deep breath and looked at his sad little eyes. He was asking for hope without knowing it.

“Yes.. With Padda..”

“You promise?” He asked, his small hand in mine.

“I promise. I love you my little angel. Now go have fun with Lily and Harry.” I said, trying to cheer him up.

“Okay… but can you give Padda my plushie? It will keep him safe and give him courage.” Teddy said, handing me his stuffed puppy.

“I will baby. He’ll be happy to have it with him.”

“I love you Dadda.”

“I love you too Teddy.”

And then Lily, Harry and my little Teddy disapeared. I colapsed on my knees and started crying uncontolably. James took me in his arms and whispered in my ear, that everything was going to be alright. My Sirius. My love. I just wanted to hold him…

Once I calmed down, he called Regulus to let him know what was going on. He also came rushing in a few minutes later. When he saw me, he hugged me close to him. I felt like I was hugging Sirius in some way.. They look so much alike..

•••

After about 3 hours of waiting and stressing out, a lady came in with a note pad. James, Regulus and I instantly stood up.

“Are you all related to Mr.Black?” The lady asked,

“I’m his husband..” I said.

“And I’m his brother..” Regulus said.

“Well.. I’m his best friend..” James added.

“Okay.. He just woke up, he’s doing good. You guys can go see him in a few minutes.”

My heart started beating again. He was okay. I sighted and Regulus and James both hugged me.

“I need to tell Teddy.. He must be so worried..” I said.

“I’ll go get him, don’t worry about it… Go get our Padfoot.” James smiled, his hand on my shoulder.

“Thank you Prongs..” I said.

The lady came back in and told me to come in.

When I walked in, Sirius was there. He was laying on the bed his eyes half opened. The machine was beeping to the sound of his heartbeat and he had and I.V. In his hand. When he saw me, he smiled.

“Hey..” he said, his voice raspy.

I walked up to him and gave him a kiss. I brushed my hand on his cheek, as if I needed to know this was real.

“I was so worried..” I said, tears rolling down my cheeks again.

“I’m sorry.. The doctor said I got dehydrated and my bloodpressure went down really quickly so I collapsed..” He said, talking really slowly.

“Are you in pain?” I asked.

“No.. I just feel really tired.. Where’s Teddy?” He asked, looking around for his son.

“Lily took care of him. He’s on his way with James.. He was so scared for you.. Oh, he told me to give you this..” I said, handing Sirius the stuffed puppy Teddy always loved.

“He said that it would protect you and give you courage..” I smiled.

“Merlin he’s adorable..” Sirius chuckled.

“I love you.. You scared me.” I said, kissing his lips once more.

“I love you too.. I’m sorry.” He said.

We then heared small steps coming into the room.

“Padda!” Teddy said, running to the bed.

I picked him up so he could sit on the bed and hug Sirius.

“You Okay Padda?” Teddy asked.

“I’m okay baby.. I’m sorry I scared you. Your little Padfoot puppy gave me some courage, thank you for letting me keep it.” Sirius smiled.

“You needed him more than me.. i love you Padda.. You too Dadda..” Teddy said, smiling to both of us.

“Oh we love you too baby bear.. We love you so so much..” Sirius said.

Regulus, James and Lily got their turn to talk with Sirius. They were all relieved. The nurse asked us to stay until next morning so they could check on Sirius.

“You can go home babe, I’ll be fine..” Sirius said.

“For the number of times you stayed with me at the hospital wing, You should let me stay..” I smirked.

He smiled and kissed me.

That night, we watched a movie all cuddled in Sirius’ hospital bed. Sirius and I were side by side, and Teddy on my chest. I got Sirius some flowers from the gift shop. He liked them a lot. He fell asleep with Teddy cuddled against him when night came. I watched my two loves cuddling and smiled to myself. I got scared today, but everything was alright.

We were together.

-Remus
May 24th 1998

one more tiny thing

I am terribly sorry to post again about this subject matter, I don’t like having too much OOC or problematic issues on my blog, but I just want to say one more tiny thing on this that is something you should consider:

Something like the “headless” or “tutu” fetish is a odd thing. It’s not like other fetish’s were there is obvious porn or well known.
I know there are some out there who actually have characters with levitating heads or they wear maid outfits or they wear tutus in a non fetish manner.

It’s important to not judge someone right off the bat! Some people actually just have characters whose heads levitate or something and its in a completely SFW way!
So please make sure the person is guilty of forcing it or something before you judge them harshly!
It’s super important to double check before you judge them as a “horrible fetish person”

To those who do draw these things in a completely non fetish manner…
Please be careful. Please.

There are some rather sick people who might try to “prey on you” or something. Even if you aren’t even doing it as a fetish, some may still try to prey on that. So please be careful!

If you see something that you may think is a fetish ask but aren’t quite sure: Ask some friends! Ask others to make sure!
If you think someone might be one of THOSE PEOPLE: double check if you can! Ask around or something! We don’t want to go throwing around blame on someone who is completely innocent and just happens to have characters wearing tutus!
If it does turn out to be a fetish ask in the bad way: Block. Whether on or off anon. Block. You can block anons so if you get a creepy anon just block! The blocking system may not be the best on tumblr currently, but its still better than nothing!

All this may be somewhat scary or intimidating to see, but there are so many people in the community who will help you out or support you if you are having issues with these things! So please don’t be too scared by all of this! I’ve seen some start to get uncomfortable or really nervous, but just remember there are others who will help you!

Stay safe everyone! I hope none of you have to deal with this subject matter too much or at all!
Happy blogging! 

Missed You- Jakob Chychrun

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Ok y'all I got some more smut here for you. I had started it one way, but by the time I got to the smut it veered off in another direction… but it still works so! If you’re staying: enjoy! If you’re skipping: Up next is Connor McDavid!

Warning: sex, smut, smexy time

Anon Request: Sorry if you’re backed up with requests, but can I request a Jakob Chychrun smut?

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King's Cage Sick
  • <p> <b>Ptolemus:</b> *enters the bedroom*<p/><b>Evangeline:</b> *laying on the bed, smiling* Oh, there are you, Mother.<p/><b>Ptolemus:</b> ?<p/><b>Elane:</b> Don't ask. She has a fever.<p/><b>Ptolemus:</b> Do we need a doctor?<p/><b>Elane:</b> No, it isn't so bad at all.<p/><b>Evangeline:</b> Tell the cook that I want a new fence in our garden. *looks at Elane* Oh, hi Dad. I like unicorns!<p/><b>Ptolemus:</b> That... is nice, Evie, really. Elane, are you sure that we don't-<p/><b>Evangeline:</b> I want a new sofa. Sofas are nice. They can be good friends like Mare. I like Mare. I want her to be my best friend.<p/><b>Elane:</b> Ok... We need a doctor...<p/></p>

July 4th, 1985 

It’s a day filled with Karen Wheeler’s famous lemonade, served ice cold to counter the sweltering heat. The smoky scent of barbecue lingers in the faint breeze that just barely moves the red, white, and blue balloons tied to the fence posts. 

It’s a day filled with carefree laughter, rapidly melting popsicles, and slightly drunken retellings of embarrassing stories. For Steve, it’s also a day filled with plenty of piggyback rides for an enthusiastic Holly and one just for El, grinning ear to ear. 

Late in the afternoon, just as the party winds down and the adults retreat inside to refresh their drinks, Steve grabs the hose and sneaks up behind Max. 

From her spot on the patio, El twists the hose so that its nozzle is facing Steve, entirely out of his control. The stream of cold water catches him in his face before he can react and a loud burst of raucous laughter fills his ears. 

“You never mess with a girl who has a superhero for a best friend,” Max says matter-of-factly as the kids—though, they’re not quite kids anymore—head inside for a game of Dungeons and Dragons that everyone knows Mike has been planning for weeks. 

Dripping wet, Steve follows them and sheepishly pops his head in through the back door, asking Karen for a towel. He dries his hair until it’s sticking up at odd angles and pulls off his sopping t-shirt, hanging it over a chair. Thankfully, his shorts were spared. 

Steve grabs a half-empty bottle of wine from the outside table and the box of sparklers from his backpack, propped up against the bricks of the house. In the orange glow of a slowly fading sun, Steve makes his way to the very edge of the lawn where Nancy and Jonathan are seated, legs sprawled across oversized blue blanket, their fingers intertwined. They glance up at him and Steve makes a quiet joke about their appreciation of his bare chest. 

Laughing, he sinks into his place on Jonathan’s other side and takes a quick swig of the wine before passing it on. He and Jonathan each make a witty comment when Nancy drinks as much as both of them combined.

“Fireworks?” Steve grins once the bottle is empty, waving the box of sparklers towards the other two. Jonathan pulls a lighter out of his pocket in response and in no time, a delicate crackling sound fills their ears, soft yellow embers dancing in front of their eyes. 

First, Steve writes Nancy’s name through the dusky air, then Jonathan’s. Then he looks over at them and sees Nancy drawing hearts and stars and Jonathan making mismatched patterns, golden trails cutting through the darkened sky. 

Steve looks at them, and for a moment he can almost see the rest of his life in the brightest colours imaginable. 

Pond Life

FANDOM WRITING CHALLENGE | envydean
Prompt: Kiss
Pairing: Destiel
Tags/Warnings: Five and one, homophobic language, ponds, fluff, happy ending, near drowning, hurt/comfort
Summary: Five times Dean and Castiel don’t quite get to kiss and the one time they do.
Word Count: 3,620 

AO3 


ONE – eight years old

Castiel had moved into the blue house across the road four years ago and they’d become fast friends ever since. It was after a time when Dean needed all the friends he could get. Dean didn’t talk to Castiel for months after meeting Castiel but eventually with a lot of help and encouragement from his dad, Dean began to say hello.

They spent all their time together after that and if people thought it was weird, they didn’t care.

One of their friends had asked why they didn’t have a girlfriend, but they had each other – what would they need a girlfriend for? Girls were gross and they had cooties! Plus, everyone’s girlfriends last the best part of a day before they were ditched.

Dean met Cas down by the pond behind Castiel’s house like they always did after school. Dean liked that they were still short enough that their toes didn’t get wet when they sat on the edge of the jetty. They weren’t supposed to be on the jetty in case one of them fell in, but Dean could swim a whole fifty meters unaided so he deemed that good enough.

“Hey, Cas!”

“Hello, Dean.” Castiel turned and he smiled as Dean sat down beside him. But his smile soon turned and Dean frowned.

“What’s the matter, Cas?” Dean asked, nudging Castiel’s elbow with his own.

“Do you think it’s nice to kiss someone?” Castiel asked.

“I dunno. Sammy’s kisses are all wet and gooey. It’s gross!”

“My dad gave me these pictures of my mommy.” Castiel explained sullenly. He handed three pictures over to Dean who flicked through them. One of them was from just last year with Castiel and his mom together at the beach.

“Is this the one you’re on about?” Dean asked, holding up the photo of Cas’ parents kissing as a very young Castiel grinned at the camera.

“Uh huh… do you think it’s nice?”

“My dad says boys should kiss the girls he likes… like your mommy and dad.”

“You can kiss boys you like too!” Cas exclaimed.

“You can?”

Dean handed back the photos and Cas returned them to the small backpack he’d taken with him.

“We should try it,” Cas said.

“Okay, you’re my best friend, Cas, so that works, right?”

“Uh huh.” They turned to face each other, awkwardly wondering how this even worked and if, perhaps, something magical would happen. It always did in the fairy tales they were told.

Just as they got themselves sorted their names were hollered by Cas’ dad. He came closer and took each of them by the hand, taking them away from the edge of the pond.

“I’ve told you boys several times to keep away from the edge of the pond. Castiel – you cannot swim okay.”

“I can!” Dean piped up helpfully.

“Dean… it doesn’t work like that. Yes, you can swim, but you couldn’t get Castiel out of the water. Both me and your dad have told you this. I think it’s best you go home and explain what’s happened.”

Both the boys sighed quietly and Dean kicked the dirt before heading back to his house, only stopping once to turn around and wave goodbye to Cas.

TWO – sixteen years old

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Requested by anonymous

You and Newt have been friends since you were young wizards going to Hogwarts. You’ve always been close but after all these years you wished you’d be even closer.

The two of you were working in Newt’s suit case one day when you randomly started asking him some sort of unusual questions.
“Newt we’re best friends correct?”.

“Of course” Newt responded without even looking over at you. He was too busy feeding one of his creatures.

You bit your lip.
“So I can ask you a question and you’ll answer me honestly?”.

This made Newt turn to look at you.
“Of course” he replied, repeating his last answer but this time with a bit of a hesitation.

“Have you ever been in love?”.

Newt didn’t respond immediately.
“Yes I think I have, I think I still an in fact”.

“I have… I am too”.

“Well whoever that is they are the luckiest man on earth” Newt smiled at you gently. You wanted so bad to tell him that he was that man but you still couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

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Best Friend - Carl Grimes

Requested by anonymous.

“So, this is where we usually come to hang out,” Ron said, revealing a room on the top of a house in the far corner of Alexandria. You looked around, and tried not to look as impressed as you were. 

There was a stack of comic books nearly as tall as you were. A video game system was sitting next to a tv, and you were astounded that it actually worked. Carl kicked a can of soda across the room, and you scoffed a little bit.

“What?” Ron asked. “Not what you expected?”

“Yeah, I was hoping for much more.” Carl snorted a little, but everyone else in the room looked confused. Enid looked you up and down.

“It was a joke,” Carl explained. You rolled your eyes, and stepped deeper into the room, so they didn’t think you were straying completely away from the rest of the group. 

“So how did you get all of this stuff?”

“Scavenged for it,” Ron explained. You looked over at Carl briefly, and saw the slight smirk on his face.

“Yeah? Where did you get this Xbox from?” you asked. 

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“I thought you scavenged for it all,” Carl proposed.

“Well not us specifically,” he said shyly. “We’re not exactly allowed to go outside of Alexandria.”

“Probably for your own good,” Carl said smugly. You looked back at him, hoping to deter him from making this worse than it already was. Enid was rolling her eyes over and over again as she read her comic, and Ron looked like he was going to punch Carl in the face.

“It’s a lot worse than you could even imagine,” you said. 

“Tell us what it’s like,” Sam said, scooting forward. His brother shot him a look like the one you gave Carl. 

“It’s not just a story,” Carl snapped. “Things that happen out there aren’t fun. They’re dangerous. We’ve seen our friends and family killed before our own eyes. We’ve killed people. I don’t think you understand that it’s not just a video game-”

“Carl,” you said, softly, but firmly. 

“He’s right,” Enid said. You looked over at her, and saw for the first time that she wasn’t like the rest. She wasn’t as green as the rest of them. She wasn’t as awe struck about your group as the rest of the kids.

“How do you know?” Carl asked, genuinely curious. 

“She came here a couple of months ago. She’s from out there, too,” Ron said. 

“Where did you come from?” you asked. Enid just looked away, and you didn’t want to pressure her anymore, so you let it go. 

“We should probably get back,” Carl said, kicking the side of your leg softly. You nodded and stood up, taking Carl’s hand. 

“Thanks for showing us around,” you said to Ron, smiling at him as you touched his arm softly. “We’ll see you around.”

“Okay,” Ron said, looking only at you. You walked down the steps, stepping into the streets of Alexandria. Carl waited until you were a few feet away from the house, before turning to look at you. 

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing, I just thought you were flirting with Ron a little too long.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked with a laugh. “At least mine was fake, unlike the eyes that you were giving Enid.” He snorted and bumped your shoulder. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, blushing slightly.

“Mhm.”

“But come on, they are totally awful.”

“I thought you were totally awful at first, too. Maybe we just need to give them a chance,” you said, stealing his hat from him quickly. He laughed as you spun it around your hand as you walked. 

“Well, you know they’ll never become as close to me as you are,” he said. You smiled and wrapped your arm around his. He dragged you a little bit closer to him.

“I know. We’ll always be best friends.”

“Right, but you can still flirt with Enid.” He rolled his eyes and pushed you away. You laughed as you came walking back towards him. 

“And you can flirt with Ron.”

“Ew, no, he’s such a punk.”

“Yeah, he is.” You both giggled and you wrapped your arm around his again. 

“Promise me that we won’t let these people ruin what we have.”

“Promise,” Carl said. You smiled up at him and put his hat back on. “And in that spirit, I think I should tell you that Ron was totally checking out your ass.”

“Oh, I know. Also, you were checking out Enid’s.” He laughed.

“She was sitting down.”

“I know. You were still trying, though.”

“Shut up,” he said, blushing a little more. You laughed as he pushed you away once more, but brought you back to his side again. 

anonymous asked:

Last night, my long-time GM cancelled our scheduled Tuesday session. He texted everyone and said something personal had happened and he wasn't in any state to run Pathfinder. I checked his blog this morning and can guess why. Will you talk to him eventually?

Okay I’ve been trying to deal with this in a way that is best for me because I’m tired of putting other people’s feelings before my own, and I thought that blocking him would be the end of it but apparently not. I’m going to have to ask you both to stop contacting me.

I’ve made it clear in the past that I am gay and that I am not interested in being friends with men who cannot respect that. He has repeatedly made comments that have made me uncomfortable and put it under the guise of respecting my sexuality with comments like “I’m happy being friends too though.” He has repeatedly made statements indicating that we are good friends when in fact he is little more than a stranger to me. I am a friendly person, and I enjoy talking to people, even ones who I don’t necessarily consider my friends. I have tried repeatedly to steer our conversations very far away from comments about being friends or about his feelings for me and he does not take the hint. I asked for space and when I discussed his past messages to some of my (male) friends I was advised to just take care of myself and block him because of how uncomfortable I felt. I took that advice, for better or for worse, and the moment I did so, he stopped respecting the space I asked for by logging out of Tumblr to send me an anonymous ask. And when I ignored him he violated that space a second time, even telling me he would contact me in a month. That is not respect. That is not giving space. That is a violation and that is subverting the actions I took to protect my comfort.

Maybe I didn’t handle this in the best way possible. I’m not a confrontational person and I don’t like hurting people’s feelings. I know he means well and isn’t trying to be creepy, but the fact remains that regardless of his intentions, I feel violated and disrespected. I thought the conversation cues I gave him were clear enough to indicate that I was not interested in him and that he was making me uncomfortable but I guess not. I chose to just block him because, as my other friends agreed, he had failed to take the hints, and I don’t owe anyone an explanation for taking care of myself.

I did not want to have to be public about this but now I don’t have a choice. Please do not contact me again, or I will disable anonymous asks and/or change my URL.

anonymous asked:

65-70 (for the ask me anything post). Thanks!

  • 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

It depends. Right now my best friend of the opposite sex is my boyfriend so I heckin hope he likes me. If I WASN’T interested I’d probably just ignore it until it goes way.

  • 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

Absolutely. I’ve got a ton of guy friends who I’m totally comfortable with. Love em so much.

  • 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

Mah boi

  • 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

My dear close friend! We discussed the long term emotional output of the Trump administration.

  • 69: Do you believe in soulmates?

Ahhh! No. There are so many people in the world!!! I don’t think everyone has one single soul mate because that’s crazy, man, but I do believe there are people you’re definitely meant to be with that fate will drive you to in the end.

  • 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

Damn I’d die for a stranger. Hit me the fuck up ready to take one for the team any time o day

duckswearhats  asked:

Hi, I read that you've dealt with with impostor syndrome in the past, and I'm really struggling with that right now. I'm in a good place and my friends are going through a lot, and I'm struggling to justify my success to myself when such amazing people are unhappy. I was wondering if you have any tips to feel less like this and maybe be kinder to myself, but without hurting anyone around me. It's a big ask, I know, but any help would make my life a lot less stressful

The best help I can offer is to point you to Amy Cuddy’s book, Presence. She talks about Imposter Syndrome (and interviews me in it) and offers helpful insight.

The second best help might be in the form of an anecdote. Some years ago, I was lucky enough invited to a gathering of great and good people: artists and scientists, writers and discoverers of things. And I felt that at any moment they would realise that I didn’t qualify to be there, among these people who had really done things.

On my second or third night there, I was standing at the back of the hall, while a musical entertainment happened, and I started talking to a very nice, polite, elderly gentleman about several things, including our shared first name. And then he pointed to the hall of people, and said words to the effect of, “I just look at all these people, and I think, what the heck am I doing here? They’ve made amazing things. I just went where I was sent.”

And I said, “Yes. But you were the first man on the moon. I think that counts for something.”

And I felt a bit better. Because if Neil Armstrong felt like an imposter, maybe everyone did. Maybe there weren’t any grown-ups, only people who had worked hard and also got lucky and were slightly out of their depth, all of us doing the best job we could, which is all we can really hope for.

(There’s a wonderful photograph of the Three Neils even if one of us was a Neal at http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2012/08/neil-armstrong.html)

i say “i’m seeing a therapist” and he takes a step backwards. why he wants to know. what happened. what made me like this, basically. what was the final step that pushed me safely into the side of scary people like them.

there’s a lot i think about. like how my illnesses effect me outside of the actual symptoms. like beyond the weight there’s a second river to drown in.

i mean we don’t talk about having to stare at employment papers where they ask you to self-identify your problems. that little bead of sweat that forms when you worry - what if i don’t tell them and i need help? what if i tell them and they think i’m a risk factor? what if they won’t give me the job?

we don’t talk about the way some people act when they find out. the ones who are rude about it are one thing. but then there’s those people you thought were your friends who act like you just told them you’re infectious. who become weird and distant and suspicious like a switch flipped. like if they get to close to you, you’ll give it to them.

we learn to be okay with things we overhear on the bus but we never get used to it coming out of the mouth of the people we love. we carry this secret with us like a rotted fruit, clutching it to our bodies. we’re ashamed of our scars in front of our boss. we don’t talk about our panic attacks during lunch breaks. when the cop pulls you over “i’m disassociating” isn’t an excuse we can open the page on. when you watch people make these ranting posts about how real friends always text back, how if someone loves you, they’ll find the time to spend. success stories make other people cry with inspiration while some part of your brain is saying you can’t do that, you’re not like them. things are uglier at the bottom. you can’t explain why you can’t just make friends. you can’t write because you’re depressed but when you’re depressed you write best. you can’t eat today and no don’t ask why please. nevermind taking the train. never mind trying to be happy. never mind reading books and watching movies and wondering where exactly are people like you in hero stories. i watch a video where a man tells me that being depressed is just a mindset. when i wear all black someone remarks i look particularly emo today. it’s 2017 does anyone say emo anymore, i ask her, and she laughs, “you just look like one of those fake-depressed girls.” okay.  

i don’t tell him my therapist is actually why things don’t happen anymore. why i’m getting a handle on it. my tongue feels swollen. i feel embarrassed talking about it. in the highest twist of irony, i think of how many people know my problems anonymously on the internet. i almost spill out all my troubles onto him. instead i tell him it’s just a precaution. that i think everyone should really see a therapist, they’re brain mechanics and we all need a tune-up now and then. he relaxes.

okay. okay. i’m sorry i’m one of them.

After Hours [m]

pairing: reader x Yoongi

Genre: tattoed!yoongi, rapper!tyoongi, angst? fluff? smut, idk how to label this haha

word count: 16,212

warnings: graphic sexual content, alcohol, language

a/n: this is loosely based of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. i am v nervous about this as it isn’t the usual angst fueled plot I normally write. so if it’s crap, please be kind haha. i’m tagging the lovely @dimplecoups​ because i know you’ve been waiting for this. and @2seoke for always being the best babe.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

You looked in the mirror, making sure your face mask was properly in place. If you were going to look like a serial killer for the next 20 minutes, you at least wanted to look the part. Your bed was calling your name as you walked over to the soft mattress, choosing to ignore the missed calls and text messages from your best friend. This was the first Saturday night you had to yourself in months. No work. No brother. No best friend. You were free to do whatever you wanted.

Or at least that’s what you had originally intended. But as the door to your bedroom crashed open you soon realized that the night had other plans for you.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls?” your best friend Irene squealed as she plopped down at the foot of your bed. “It’s Saturday night and I know you don’t have to work tomorrow!”

You gave her a look. Well, you tried to give her a look to the best of your ability as the motions of your face was restricted by the sheet mask on top of it. “There’s a reason why I didn’t answer your calls. And just because my idiot brother gave you a key to our apartment doesn’t mean you can just waltz in here any time you want.”

Irene rolled her eyes, blowing a large bubble from the gum she was constantly chewing. She was clearly not amused at your disinterest on leaving your apartment tonight. You reached forward, popping it with your pointer finger. “You’re no fun, Y/N” she whined, collecting the gum back into her mouth.

“I can’t have fun when I’m always too busy taking care of you.” you quipped, reminding her of the last time the two of you went out. “I had to beg that cop not to give you a ticket for being drunk in public. Why aren’t you bothering my brother? I’m sure he would love to see you.”

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[ May is BPD ( Borderline Personality Disorder ) awareness month & I wanted to drop this here, for my followers to see.

Why am I posting this, you might ask ? Yes. I HAVE BPD. I’ve had it for at least 10 years in various levels of severity. BPD isn’t the only personality disorder nor mental disorder I have either, & I am not scared to say it.

BPD awareness is close to my heart. I try to make sure I tell to every single person I plan to become a closer friends with that I have this disorder & ask them to try to understand me the best they can. Hell, I sometimes don’t even understand myself… Because of this ( these ) disorders I have always been more or less misunderstood & I have never really “fit the norm” how people should behave. I just… Didn’t understand how emotions work, like many other BPD sufferers. I didn’t know how to voice them out in other way than anger or over-reacting that stems from neglect I had to endure ever since I was a toddler — that is how I learned to survive in the middle of abuse. I am not saying this as an “understand me because I am a special snowflake”, no, everyone should TRY TO UNDERSTAND each other REGARDLESS.

How can you become better at understanding us ? By listening. By asking us questions & not second guess. Educate yourself on the subject if you have a friend, a family member or anyone close to you that suffers from BPD. Or educate yourself even if you don’t, the more knowledge the better.

Now to the stigmas. I am sick & tired of people stigmatizing ANYTHING & I want to debunk these from my personal perspective. Sometimes we do it without even realizing it, stigmatizing… Which we should try our best to break free from.

I am not selfish. I have too many things I need to deal with every day, I might not be the best person to put other people’s needs first as well as someone that isn’t dealing with extreme mood swings that can last from literally 15 SECONDS to couple of hours. I do care about you. I just sometimes don’t have the strength to carry both of our burdens.
I am not manipulative —- I just don’t know how to voice my strong emotions right without sounding hostile or pushy.
I am not an attention seeker. Once again, I just don’t know how to voice my emotions out early enough before I’ve bottled everything up, then everything just explodes because I become so overwhelmed & it seems like I am making the situation a horrible shit storm of drama.
I am not treatment resistant — I thought I was, but my medications are set & suit me. I attend therapy & have been for 1.5 years & it helps. I do not abuse alcohol, drugs or sex, I am actively combating self harm & suicidalness every single day. I will never be cured, but I will be better.
Only thing in this list I can agree with is BPD people being difficult because being difficult is SUBJECTIVE. We as humans don’t have an “one size fits all” base for our tolerance — all of us tolerate certain things to certain extents.

I am not a monster.

Unless you really know me & we have a mutual understanding between each other you have NO RIGHT to stigmatize me or say what kind of a person I am. So many people start to abuse me & tell how horrible person I am because I am behaving in a certain way because I just don’t know better. I don’t know how else to behave. & I know it’s wrong if I behave badly, I am not perfect. But you still have no right to verbally abuse me. Hell, you have no right to do that to ANYONE.

My disorders do not determine me. My disorders are not ME.

These stigmas just make everything worse, for everyone. These stigmas surrounding us make us BPD sufferers AFRAID to admit we have BPD. We are AFRAID to seek for help. We’re AFRAID to even talk about the subject in any way & we keep suffering, feeling alone in this hellhole of a world that might never understand us.

Don’t succumb to the stigma. Don’t be afraid of someone with BPD, some of us suffer in silence & struggle internally, some of us voice our emotions out in a very immature way, we’re not all the same. Imagine someone whose most outer layer of skin has been peeled completely off. You are red & raw, even a soft breeze of wind hurts. Even the smallest touch can make anyone SCREAM from pain. That is what BPD emotions are like. We know how we behave is not right, but we most of the time can’t help it. We learned these ways to behave from trauma — we had to do SOMETHING to survive & now we are stuck with a certain way of behavior, a survival method that might get triggered by even the smallest things. We feel like we are in serious danger & we need to defend ourselves at least somehow. We know how we have learned to survive doesn’t work anymore, some of us are in so much better place than we were before but we just can’t break free without professional help or dedicated self treatment, such as Mindfulness, yoga & meditation.

Not all of our bad behaviors are BPD based, but it’s very likely most of them are. You don’t need to understand us, just at least try to.

We are not perfect. You aren’t perfect either. We all make mistakes, some just more than others. Deep down inside we are just like you. We are human, we are flawed & we feel emotions. We are trying our best to be “normal” & not hurt anyone.

For other BPD sufferers — there is hope. Someone loves you. & you should love yourself, too.

This has been a PSA. Thank you for reading. Thank you for trying to understand. ]

You’re scared to admit that you might actually not be ok. you scared to say for once that your something other then ‘good’ or 'fine’. Why are you so scared?” my best friend asked me.
“Because - because I’m the one that’s supposed to be ok. I’m the one who can’t fall apart. Because all of you deserve someone to be there when you fall, and I am that someone” I said through silent tears.
“I can be that someone too” she said, “it’s ok to not be ok.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1269 // words i desperately needed to hear

anyways I love Isabela because if you’re dating Anders, and you get into Act Three she’s like “Hawke, you should come sail away on my pirate ship with me” and if you say “What about Anders?” she goes “of course Anders can come too!” with no hesitation

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THANK U. ALMOST EVERY OTHER ONE OF MY FRIENDS HAS STUCK THEIR NOSE INTO MY RELATIONSHIP AND SAT ME DOWN AND WARNED ME ABOUT HOW AWFUL THE MAGE™ IS AND HOW I SHOULD LEAVE HIM.

And here’s Isabela, who accepts it no questions asked, and it’s so goddamn refreshing, thank the Maker for Isabela, my Hawke’s true best friend