apartment story

newscarlettshana  asked:

I know you ship Hanzo and Mccree in AU, but what about Hanzo/Pharah? Sorry, it's just mine huge OTP😅

In the Ow Shapeshifter Au we already have a list of [Ships] that will take place in our version of the story, but everyone if free to make their alternative version as well! We love all the ships and it will surely be cool to see other versions of the story apart from ours!

About Hanzo and Pharah in the specific, we never saw anything about them as a couple around so we are pretty new to this ship… but why not? :D
We doesn’t even know the ship name but we immediately thought that is should be Pharhanzo witch sound similar to the Italian word Paranza… which is commonly a mix of fried fish ahaha
This is making us ship them already x3
[Also, we are loving the idea that Pharah give work out tips to Hanzo for his fragile ankles ahaha]

In the Au we ended up shipping Pharah with Symm and Mercy with Genji, but at first we considered Pharmercy too! The idea (that we discarded in the end because the other pairs were more fitting to the story) was that Pharah run away often from the mountains were the Overwatch Clan is, just to fly to the Waterhole Flock. She wanted to protect and spread justice in the Waterhole Territory… but also had a massive crush on Mercy and didn’t know how to tell her because we love the idea of this really brave Pharah who can’t really confess because when she’s with Mercy her mind go blep.
We kept the fact that Phara visit the Waterhole Flock tho! :D

MYSTERY STORY TIME

So there was a single, solitary kiwi on our counter in the kitchen.

And I decided to make fun of my roommate for it, because who buys one, single, solitary kiwi? So I asked her that.

Roommate: I didn’t buy a kiwi.

Me: This isn’t your kiwi?

Roommate: No?

Me: But this isn’t my kiwi.

Roommate: That kiwi was there when I got home.

Me: I don’t even eat kiwi!

As you can see, it’s a real kiwi. Here it is, on my counter, giving away nothing.

But I was still confused as to where it came from. Did one of us accidentally buy a kiwi at the store? 

So I looked up the Kiwiny company to figure out which stores it’s sold at, to see which one of us might have bought it, since we tend to use different grocery stores.

Kiwiny doesn’t have American retailers.

There is literally no reason for this kiwi to be in my kitchen.

UPDATE:

lots of people have been asking me if I ever figured out where the kiwi came from. So to provide an update on the magical kiwi … one day I took a nap and had a dream about those creepy spiders that hide in bananas and I thought like oh my god this kiwi is gonna be full of spiders. So I woke up and promptly put the kiwi in a ziploc bag. To contain the dream spiders.

The kiwi sat on the counter for a few days, then got moved to the top of the fridge to get it out of the way. It sat there for a couple weeks. It never appeared to go bad? I did eventually throw it out, just because I was confused about it and neither of us were ever going to eat the kiwi.

Never found out why the kiwi was in my kitchen. I guess we’ll never know.

UPDATE UPDATE:

Kiwiny is following me on twitter now.

I never thought that I’d be the girl lying on the floor at 12:40am crying over you…

“Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.”
” There once was a moon, as beautiful as can be, only the stars could fathom, but the sun could not see. The sun so radiant, he burns so bright. The moon so luminous, but only showed her face during the night. She was untouchable, surrounding herself with a blanket of darkness. The sun would give anything to catch a glimpse of the Moon illuminating the beautiful night sky.

Until one day when the Sun was sliding out of the heavens, he caught a glimpse of her. She was peeking up, a rare side of her being exposed to the light. And while the Sun could shine, he knew the Moon could glow.

Just as the Stars were wandering into the night, the Sun fell in love like a snowball hurding down a mountain. How he wished to see her move than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk. But they were a world apart.

“Go,” she whispered to him one of those nights, her voice as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of morning. “Go and let me breathe, for you and I have decided fates. You illuminate the day, and I cast a glow one the night. We will never be. Our connection would go against what all the people believe, all they know” During the summer he would stay a little longer just in case she would change his mind. It was no use.

“Don’t you dare abandon your blessing of light for my darkness.” And those were the last words the Moon was strong enough to speak to the Sun.

The Sun could feel her peaceful soul and it soon became clear. He would die each and every night to let his true love breathe, for it would put an end to all her misery.

” a tale like this should be heard and seen.”

“And no one will know it is the story of you and me.”

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I kind of like the implication that Aang went through this brief period of “Fuck the Fire Nation,” after finding out that his people had been massacred. 

The show doesn’t focus too much on Aang’s grief in Book 1, but I feel like this meshes well with my headcanon about Aang being reminded of Kuzon while talking to Katara in “The Storm,” which ultimately leads to him reminiscing about him in “The Blue Spirit.” 

I miss the person that I was before I let you destroy me.
You ruined me to build yourself and didn’t mind when it killed me.
—  Goodbye.

Nothing frustrates me more than seeing Anakin and Padme (and the Skywalker family in general) constantly referred to as ‘dysfunctional’. 

The reasons for my frustration are twofold:

First of all, a couple or family is not ‘dysfunctional’ if they were never freely ALLOWED to function as a couple or family to begin with. (Not to mention if most of the members of said family never even KNEW they were related until well over halfway through the story!!)

Secondly, I find this interpretation of the Skywalkers to be a very limited and cynical view—one which is all-too often used to dismiss these characters and their relationships (both romantic and familial) in some way as being too ‘problematic’ to be taken seriously….or even to be viewed in a positive light at all. 

All of this seems like yet another result of people forgetting that there is SO much more to a fictional story—and to the relationships presented therein—than just the obvious layer of realism. Do the Skywalkers ‘act’ like an ideal family in our world should act? Well, no. But that is kind of the point. The context of their world never even allowed them the chance to *be* a family in the first place. And not only that, but there are symbolic elements at play here that ought to be taken into consideration before dismissing something just because it does not live up to some real-world social ideal (as tumblr is so wont to do). 

For instance, it is pretty clear that Anakin and Padme are meant to embody the Jungian/alchemical concept of the ‘Union of Opposites’. This ‘opposite’ nature does not mean that Anakin and Padme are somehow inherently incompatible—on the contrary. They are meant to be together. They need each other. On a symbolic level, they each represent two aspects of galactic rule which are *MEANT* to be in balance (the military defense/enforcement side and the democratic, truth-speaking side). Of course, we see that the galaxy as a whole is thrown drastically out of balance by Palpatine’s machinations—Anakin’s fall, along with the Fall of the Republic and the ensuing Dark Times, illustrate the devastating result of this.

It is for this reason that the end of RotJ is so important: by acting in *defense* of his son (aka acting in the manner of protector and defender as he was always supposed to), Anakin returns to his True Self, and brings balance to both the Force as well as to these two long-sundered aspects of the galaxy, and with his dying breath declares that those who love him ‘were RIGHT’ about him. He acknowledges this long-suppressed Truth (’there is good in him, I know, there’s still…’), and in doing so, symbolically joins himself with his beloved Padme once more.

The Union of Opposites is the ideal and intended outcome of the alchemical progression, aka the magnum opus….which is what the PT and OT form together. 

I just had a long discussion with my parents about how basically and given Discworld book would be a better thing to read in school than Lord of The Flies.

Reason number one: all of the same lessons are taught.

In LoTF, the reader is supposed to learn about mob mentality, oppression, and general prejudice, yes? Thud! is a good example of all of this. You’ve got two different groups of people fighting because Reasons, and the main character coming to terms with his own subconscious racism. What a damn good thing to teach high schoolers!

Reason number two: none of them are nearly so depressing.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but I can not think of a single Terry Pratchett book that ends on a bad note. Not one. LoTF was painful for me to read, because all of the characters were making horrible, murderous decisions because… plot??? Boys will be boys?? The base instincts of humanity?? I am the author and everyone else sucks??? 

Reason number three: they are fun to read!

This kind of goes along with the last one, but the fact that Pratchett combines relatable characters and a good sense of humor with real world scenarios (going back to Thud! with the internalized racism) makes the books a joy to read! I have, out of the six books I’ve had to read for school, been indifferent or even hated four of them. I didn’t want to read any of them! I read two books a week for three frippin years! And I didn’t want to read the books they chose! I, just. 

In conclusion: LoTF sucks, Thud! would be a much better choice.

greaser boy - part VIII

High school AU - bad boy!Bucky

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Characters: All the avengers, Peggy Carter, Loki

When a new student from Brooklyn joins the reader’s school, she doesn’t know what is in store for her. He is the epitome of trouble and she finds herself caught in his headlights. The more she resists, the harder it gets. Limits are tested and so is patience. Will she fall for the greaser boy with the bad reputation?

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: I really like this part. It’s gonna break a few hearts but let’s be honest here, it’s what I’m best at. This isn’t the end of the story!! so don’t freak out. If you want to be tagged just ask! And if I forgot you plEASE ask. Also, the people who I am tagging will also be tagged in the rest of my future works. 

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII

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*Three months later*

You didn’t know when everything went wrong. You didn’t realize when everything began to fall apart. It all seemed perfect at first. Bucky was kind. He still was, but there was a cold distance. There was something that wasn’t there four months ago.

Things were good in the beginning. You still remembered when he took you dancing. When you woke up the next morning, confused and unaware of what had happened the night before. Bucky offered to take you out to breakfast that morning, sure you missed school but you had fun with him. That memory seemed to be years ago.

It’s been months since the last time he took you to The Blue Peacock. You longed to go once more, to feel the jazz band music surrounding you. You longed for the old Bucky. The one that always smiled when he was around you. The Bucky that was unpredictable and brought you flowers. The Bucky that would sneak into your window and cuddle with you until you slept. That Bucky seemed to fade within the days. He seemed to disappear, leaving only a bit of his reminisce.

It seems like Bucky had stopped calling you ‘doll.’ He would, occasionally, but he would instead call you Y/N.

You didn’t like it. You didn’t like that he was distant from you. Bucky would still take you out on dates, but there was an uncomfortable silence that loomed over the two of you. Bucky felt it and you knew it too. You continually asked yourself why he continued to try to keep the relationship afloat. Why he continued to take you out.

Maybe he didn’t want to lose you. Little did he know, he was already losing you.

Your phone rang. It was Bucky.  You knew what it was for, but you still answered.

“Bucky,” You said.

“Y/N,” He slurred.

He was drunk, again. Of course. Another one of Thor’s parties. That’s all he’s been doing lately. Going to parties, getting drunk, smoking with random people. Leaving you to pick up his fucked up ass and drive him to his house.

You hated it. You hated how often this was occurring.

“How are you, baby?” He asked.

He only every called you that when he was drunk. When he wasn’t in his right mind.

“Bucky, you’re drunk again,” Disbelief seeped from your voice.

“I’m okay,” He laughed.

“I’m coming to get you Bucky,” You hung up and texted Nike to pick you up.

You suddenly remembered Natasha’s words. “Stay away from him, Y/N. I don’t want you getting hurt….Sometimes people’s true colors  come our in specific circumstances.” She was right. Bucky’s true colors came out. He wasn’t the person you thought he was. Well, maybe he probably was, but that Bucky was gone.


“What are you going to do?” Nike asked.

“I don’t know, but whatever happens,” You paused. “You’ll know.”

She nodded and you closed the door. You watched as Nike drove off, leaving you standing in front of the house full of commotion.

“Y/N,” You turned and were met with Peggy Carter. She smiled slightly at you. “What brings you here. Didn’t quite think you were one for parties.”

“I’m not,” You pulled your lips into a thing line. “I’m just here to pick up my boyfriend.”

“Barnes?” She asked. “He’s a wreck. Didn’t think a teenage boy can hold so much alcohol.”

You nodded, “I figured.”

“I can see how miserable you are, Y/N,” She gave you a sympathetic look.

“Is it really that noticeable?” You asked. “He doesn’t seem to notice, then again, he doesn’t  seem to notice anything about me anymore.”

“Y/N, a man who makes you miserable when he once used to make you happy isn’t worth your time.” She stepped closer. “You’re a smart girl, you’ll do the right thing.”

“Y/N,” Bucky stumbled over towards you. “Doll, did you come to join me?” He toppled to one side. You tried to lift him up but he was too heavy.

“Steve, help Y/N please,” You heard Peggy say.

Soon enough, Steve and Sam had their arms around Bucky and were carrying him towards his car. You felt embarrassed. People were watching your drunken boyfriend get carried away. It seems like only yesterday they were whispering things like, “They’re so cute.” “He’s so good to her.” Now they’re saying, “I feel so bad for her.” “He’s a mess.” “So glad my boyfriend isn’t like that.”  You were tired of this all too familiar routine.

“Y/N,” It was Wanda Maximoff. Her brother strolled beside her. “Will you be okay?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I think so. He’s just a bit drunk. Nothing I can’t handle.” You gave her a weary smile. Natasha’s bright red hair caught your attention. You approached her, your hands fiddling with each other. “You were right.”

“I’m not going to say I told you so, but it’s up to you on what you’re going to do next. Do you want to continue this relationship with Barnes?”

You ignored her question and instead walked off. You thanked Steve and Sam. Steve tossed you the keys and you got into the driver’s seat of his car. Bucky mumbled incoherent words, you didn’t bother to figure out what he was saying.


You got out of the car, furious, sad, and sick of it all. Bucky opened his car door and spilled himself onto the sidewalk. He was laughing, a bottle of vodka in one hand. you wondered where he got it. You were about to walk over and help him up when he vomited. He coughed and groaned.

You threw the keys are Bucky’s chest, they bounced off and onto his lap. He looked up, confused at your action. “I’m sick of this James! Sick of it!”

You never once called Bucky by his real name. This startled him. “Wh-what are you talking about?”

“Of this!” You motioned towards him. “You’re not the same anymore, James. You never smile around me anymore. You don’t put any damn effort, not anymore. You don’t see how it pains me to see you like this every fucking day! To see you find comfort in the arms of alcohol instead of my own. For you to get fucked up each night, avoiding me. Ignoring my damned calls. Replying with one-word texts. You’re not the same person that I fell in love with.”

“Love?” he asked, astonished.

“Yes, love. I fell in love with you, James. I was fucking stupid enough to.” Tears welled up in your eyes but you didn’t let them fall. “Natasha warned me. She told me to stay away from you. She was right. I should’ve never let you in.”

“Y/N,” Bucky said softly.

“No. Your actions spoke louder than your words,” Your vision was blurry and you frantically wiped your eyes. A look of pain flashed across his own face. “We’re done.” You turned on your heel and walked away. “Goodbye James.”

“Y/N,” He called. “Don’t go. Please.” But you were long gone by then

His worst fear became a reality, he lost you.

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