army t shirt

people actually believed that there was a bus full of trans people wearing “down with cis” shirts just showing up to beat up random people

people are so determined to paint trans people in the most negative way possible and undermine their experiences individually and as a whole that they let themselves believe that fucking mrs. frizzle or some shit showed up out of nowhere in the magic cisphobia bus with some miniature trans army wearing personalised t-shirts and just set them the fuck loose

Say That Again

Summary: Soulmate AU. Everyone hears a key word or phrase in their head from their soulmate, something only heard in person when the moment is right.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,543

Warnings: language, self-consciousness, fluff, that’s basically it

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely wonderful talented @bladebarnes’ 2k Celebration Challenge. My prompt was 35. quote: “Say that again.” I saw Baby Driver recently and couldn’t get the diner thing out of my head.

Originally posted by coporolight

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OMG I LOVE THE VIETNAM AU. Finally, the reunion! So wonderfully written. But hold the phone WHAT happened to Jamie and why does he look like that and how is Claire gonna heal him? *sigh*

Vietnam AU

“Stuffed cabbage, Claire?”


Claire turned to her left, meeting the kind brown eyes of Ian Murray – Jamie’s best friend and brother-in-law.


“Sure – is it grown here on the farm as well?”


Ian served her a good-sized helping. Jenny – at her right – poured a bit more wine into the tall glass by her plate.


“Most of the simple vegetables come straight from the kailyard – always have, as long as we can remember. Nothing is as fresh to us. Or as rewarding.”


Claire took a tentative bite, keeping her eyes firmly on the gorgeous old dinner plate – clearly used only for special occasions – as Jamie’s foot silently nudged hers beneath the table.


Somewhere around three that afternoon, Ian had hobbled down to the barn – he had lost his leg in a childhood car accident, Jamie later explained – finding a doubly rare sight. Jamie Fraser was idle – and Jamie Fraser was in the company of a woman.


That he had somehow, sometime told Jenny and Ian who she was had been clear – but just exactly what they knew about her was not. She had helped Jenny and the kind housekeeper Mrs. Crook prepare dinner – over Jenny’s protests that a guest should rest – seeking the opportunity to quietly introduce herself to Jamie’s sister, and needing the time away from him to just reflect on her whirlwind day. She had had months – years – to prepare. He had had no notice, and yet had taken it all in so gracefully.


Had pledged himself to her, fully. Unequivocally.


Would she do the same for him?


She’d immediately accepted his offer of a place to stay for the night. Jamie had proudly shown her to one of the beautifully apportioned rooms on the second floor of the Big House – Lallybroch – sharing incredible stories of the many Frasers whose blood and sweat had been poured into the very stones and floorboards of the house since before the Revolution.


Light streamed through the windows of the room that was to be Claire’s – the hand-carved bed covered in a worn but exquisite blue bedspread that had been quilted by Jamie’s grandmother MacKenzie; two plush armchairs of a 1940s vintage cozily angled before a small fireplace; on the wall above the bed, a vibrant watercolor of the Big House amid the glowing orange leaves of autumn.


“There should be some spare clothes in the bureau,” Jamie remarked softly, remaining just inside the doorway as Claire quietly acquainted herself with the room. “And my Mam painted that when I was small. We have her drawings and paintings up all over the house.”


From her position at the window, admiring the kitchen garden and small orchard of fruit trees clustered near the old outhouse, Claire turned to smile at him. “Do you paint?”


He shrugged. “I’ve tried. But Jenny has the real talent for it – some of her pieces are downstairs.” He paused, licking his lips. “Well then. I’ll be down in the study with Ian. Have some orders to straighten out for tomorrow. Will – ”


“I’ll be all right,” she reassured him. “Thank you, Jamie. Truly.”


His smile – small, glowing – was absolutely beautiful. “Thank *you*, Claire.” Then he turned and disappeared down the hall.


“The apples in that pie you helped me with come right from the orchard – great-grandmother Fraser planted them, right after the War Between The States,” Jenny continued. Claire snapped back to the present as the toe of Jamie’s boot curled around the back of her shin.


“I’m normally not much help in the kitchen, but you’ve all been so incredibly warm and generous – ”


“Nonsense,” Ian insisted, tearing up a piece of Mrs. Crook’s thick homemade oat bread – a bannock, Jamie had called it – for his three-year-old son – Jamie’s namesake holding court at the worn but homely kitchen table between his father and uncle. “You’ve made Jamie smile again. Lord knows that’s been a rare sight since he returned from ‘Nam.”


Jamie withdrew his foot – and Claire looked across the half-empty portions of roasted pork and Brussel sprouts and corn bread. Meeting his intense blue gaze. Hoping her eyes could convey everything her voice could not.



Apple pie and whisky before the fire in the sitting room – lined floor to ceiling with books dating from the 18th century all the way up to shiny new editions of Slaughterhouse-Five and In Cold Blood. Comfortable silence between them when Jenny and Ian departed to tuck the children into bed. And then when Claire had yawned for the fifth time, Jamie rose, banked the fire, and helped her rise from the couch. Then gently led her upstairs to the room that would be hers for as long as she wished. Holding her hand the entire time.


They paused in the doorway.


“Will you be warm enough? There are extra blankets in the hallway closet – ”


Claire rested her hands on his solid shoulders. “I’ll be just fine. I’m not fragile, you know.”


He settled his hands on her hips, eyes creasing with happiness in the dim light of the hallway. The silence of the house buzzed in their ears.


“I know you aren’t,” he breathed.


Then drew her close – holding her. Enveloping her. Feeling her melt against him – her heart thrum in time with his.


After a long while she pushed back, kissed the corner of his mouth, and quietly slid out of his arms.


“I’ll be right here, down the hall,” he whispered. Eyes dark.


She blew him a teasing kiss, then quietly swung the heavy oak door shut.


On both sides of the door, Jamie and Claire rested their foreheads against the wood. And sighed.



Despite her exhaustion, Claire slept fitfully. Tossing and turning on the heavenly soft mattress and under the almost sinfully warm quilt. So many images flashing through her mind – the bullet-scarred palm tree on the helicopter pad at Chu Lai; the faded anchor tattooed on the forearm of her anatomy instructor; the checked shirt Uncle Lamb loved to wear when presenting his latest findings to a group of his peers. The graceful, invisible shapes Jamie had traced with his hands as he shared stories about himself and his Fraser forebears – helping her learn about all the gifts he would give her.


Did she belong here? Could she belong here – the lady of this great house? Sharing such a well-respected name? Enjoying dinner every night in the rustic kitchen built two centuries ago, surrounded by so many Frasers, alive and dead? Quietly at peace here on the ridge which Frasers had called home for longer than Beauchamps had been in America?








The house groaned and settled around her – easing into sleep.


Except the shuffle of steps in the hallway. Pausing outside her room, then continuing down the stairs.


At least she wasn’t the only restless person tonight. Jenny, perhaps? Maggie was still nursing – perhaps just another late-night feed?


Claire wrapped the tartan blanket – Fraser colors, Jamie had told her – from the foot of the bed around her shoulders, draped over the App State t-shirt and flannel pants that had been neatly folded in the bottom drawer of the bureau, gently pushed open the door, and stepped downstairs.


Only one room to visit at this time of night – the parlor, where books and the warmth of the fire could lull even the most restless to sleep.


But it wasn’t Jenny who sought solace, deep in the night.


Jamie stood after adding a fresh log to the fire, rubbing his face with his hands, clad in an olive-green Army-issued t-shirt and worn white long johns.


Claire must have made a sound – for his head snapped up, startled.


“Can’t sleep?”


His wide, sweet mouth twisted in a wry smile. “You could say that. I haven’t had a full night’s sleep in three years.”


Claire blinked harshly in shock. “You mean – ”


“Yes – since Chu Lai. I – well.” He swallowed, grasping for words. “I re-live all of it every night.”


She crossed the room to stand in front of him. Rested a tentative hand on his elbow. “Tell me?”


He did. Terrible storied of men blown to pieces. Villages burned. Dead livestock floating face-down in rice paddies. The faces of men he couldn’t save. Memories of pain, and anguish, and isolation.


“And the worst one –” his voice broke.


At this point they had curled up together at the corner of the couch, her legs tucked against his, sharing the warmth of the plaid. She squeezed his clammy hand. Encouraging.


“The worst one is when the VC attack Chu Lai – and I can’t find you, Claire. I can’t protect you. And then I’m scrambling down the hallway and they’re firing at me and I trip over your body.”


He wouldn’t look at her – preferring to stare into the hypnotic flames.


She wiped the tears from his eyes. Stunned.


“Have you ever told this to anyone?” Her fingers twined in his hair, damp with sweat. Bringing his face to rest in the curve of her neck.


All he could do was shake his head. Breathing hard. Burrowing closer to her.


“Nobody here understands. I’m a war hero. The owner of this estate. I’m not supposed to be scared. I’m not supposed to have a back twisted with scars. I’m not supposed to be terrified of going to sleep every night.”


Claire eased onto his lap. “Shh,” she soothed. “I’m here. Just let go, Jamie.”


He inhaled deeply. Shakily.


“Let go,” she repeated. “I understand. I’m here. You don’t have to pretend.”


A beat.


Then –


“I love you.”


His awed, red-rimmed eyes lifted to meet hers. Smiling through the tears.


Then her lips found his – and they clung to each other in desperation and joy.

The Naked Truth

Summary: Reader drops her towel for Bucky when he steals her clothes after a shower. ;)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of nudity, language.

Originally posted by coporolight

It’s early on a Sunday morning, around 7AM, and I’m already up and in the living room having breakfast. Which is highly unusual for me, I’m usually never awake before 9AM unless we have a mission. Which today, I do not. No one is down here, which is strange. Steve is the earliest bird we have here, followed closely by Bucky and no one is here.Shrugging, I sit down at the kitchenette, eating my favorite brand of cereal. I’m about halfway through with it when the elevator dings, turning to see who will be joining me, I’m welcomed with a very pleasing sight of Bucky, covered in sweat, in running shorts and a tank top, with his hair in a bun.

‘Oh, fuck me running Mr. Barnes.’ When he sees me, he gives me half a grin.

“Good morning, (Y/N).” He come in the kitchen, across from me and going to the fridge, before fishing out the milk.

“Good morning, Buck.” He turns around, setting his own bowl, milk and cereal down.

“You’re not with the others today?” I raise my eyebrow.

“I didn’t even know they went anywhere.” Slightly confused, and a little offended they didn’t tell me anything.

“Yeah, they went on a mission. Shouldn’t be too long they said, they should be back by this afternoon.” Hmm. I’m still not happy with them, but what can you do?Bucky hasn’t been allowed to go on missions yet, seeing as he could lose control and turn into the Winter Soldier again, and we want to avoid as many casualties as we possibly can, so until he finishes the proper training he’s stuck on the compound. He of course doesn’t like it, he feels useless. I don’t know how many times we’ve all had to tell him he’s not. He usually goes on long runs when we leave, as to release some pent up frustrations. I don’t blame him. He just wants to be out there with everyone else, risking his life also.

“No, they didn’t tell me. I don’t know why, maybe they wanted me to spend some time with you.” He shrugs.

“Possibly.” He agrees, and continues to eat his cereal.

“I’m gonna go shower, wanna conserve water?” I wink in his direction when he looks up at me. This type of flirting is normal for us, although it’s never really gone anywhere, unfortunately. He chokes on his cereal and I break out into a fit of laughter.

“I’m just kidding, Barnes. Calm down.” I pat him on the back, and head to my room to shower.


Showering is probably my favorite activity of my everyday life, it’s an escape from reality, relaxing, and an excuse to just let go every worry you have. I tend to let my mind wonder so much, that someone could sneak up on me in the restroom and I’d never even know it. Which, as a matter of fact, is my predicament now. Stepping out of the shower, I realize my clothes are gone.

“FUCK.” Going out into my room, looking, maybe I left them on my bed. No go, of course not. Bucky. Fucking Bucky, of course he did.

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!” I hear nothing, of course. It’s not like I was expecting a response. I’m just letting him know I know he took them, and I’m coming for him.Why don’t I just put new clothes on you ask? The bastard put steel locks on my wardrobe, so I can’t change. I’m clad in nothing but a towel, and I’m going to find him. Fuck it, I got no shame.

“James, you better give me my clothes back or I swear to God you’ll be needing a new arm!” Going to the last place I saw him, the kitchen. I don’t get there, however. I see he’s in the living room, watching TV. With my clothes next to him. He knows I see him. He’s freshly showered in jeans and an old U.S. Army T-shirt. He looks good.He turns to me, grinning. He stands up, my clothes under his metal arm.

“New arm, huh? Come on princess, you’re not gonna fight me like that.” Cocky bastard, he thinks he knows me.

“You know what? You’re right. I can’t fight you in a towel.” In a sudden burst of confidence, I drop the towel. Now in my birthday suit. His eyes widen, he gulps and I watch his adam’s apple bulge, before his mouth goes slack. Walking up to him, I grab my clothes from under his arm. He obviously was expecting me to beg, he didn’t think I’d do this. He doesn’t know what to do now. Leaving the room, I sway my hips, making sure my ass gets a good shake on it. For good measure, you know. 

“Thanks Barnes.” With a cheeky grin, I leave. I can hear him grunt in frustration. I barely make it to my room, before he meets me at my door. He comes up to me, trapping my between the door and his body, his hands come up to rest on either side of my face.

“You’re trying to kill me, doll. I’m just a man, (Y/N). You don’t know what you do to me.” He brings his mouth to mine, pressing his surprisingly soft lips against my own.Reaching behind me, I open the door pulling him in with me, his lips never leaving my own.

This was the start of something beautiful.

TAGS: @marvel-fanfiction

The Irony of Choking on a Lifesaver Teddy x Reader

Sorry if there are mistakes! This took me ages by the way…

The sound of laughter and voices filled the Slytherin Common Room. It was the last day of the year, and everyone was making last minute plans for the summer holidays, and saying goodbye to their friends. I had come down to grab my Defense Against The Dark Arts textbook that I had left on the arm of one of the sofas. Once I had it in my hands a ran back up to my dorm taking the steps two at a time. After all, I didn’t want to be late to meet Teddy. My three friends with whom I shared my dorm with were packing their trunks and chatting about the last year. I walked in and put my book in the case, closing it afterwards. I was just about to say goodbye when Y/F/N looked up from her packing and smirked at me.

“What?” I said with a smile
“Is it going to happen this summer Y/N?” The others giggled along with her
“Is what going to happen?”
“You and Lupin of course!” I started blushing furiously. All of my friends knew how much I liked Teddy, even though he was my best friend.
“I don’t know…”
“Well if it does, you must write and tell me!”
“I will, but I doubt it will happen.”
“Of course it will,” Y/F/N said as she picked up her bag, “He’s head over heels in love with you.”

My friends had all left the room smiling. As I put my bag on my shoulder I thought about what she had said. Head over heels in love with me? I found that quite hard to believe.

Teddy was waiting for me on the Platform in black ripped jeans, despite the heat, and a Weird Sisters tank top. His hair was a shocking shade of green. As soon as he saw me coming towards him, his face lit up. Looking at him smiling like that, made me smile too, which was always the case with Teddy.

“Hey.” He said, pulling me into a hug. We were almost the same height.
“Hey Teddy,” I replied, “Ready to go?”
“Always. I have a surprise for you.”
“What is it?”
“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
“There’s no way I’m telling you until it’s time. Now get on the train.” I rolled my eyes at him playfully as I got on the train. Teddy followed me as I found us an empty compartment. We sat down opposite each other, settling in for the long journey back to Kings Cross.

When we arrived, we got off the train and started searching for our parents. Obviously they were standing together. I ran up to my dad, Sirius, and gave him a massive hug.

“Hello sweetheart,” He said with a grin, “How are you?”
“I’m good dad. You?”
“Better now you’re home. Did you know that were staying at Grimmauld Place? Everyone’s coming to stay too?”
“Yeah I know. Hermione and Ginny said I can help with the decorating.”
“Sure you can. Let’s get home first though.”

I said hello to Remus and Tonks, Harry and Ginny, and Ron and Hermione before we headed out of the station and to the port key. I couldn’t wait to spend time with Teddy this summer, and I couldn’t wait to find out what this surprise was.
My room at Grimmauld Place was small, but perfect. It had everything I needed in it, including my record player. Dad put my trunk down in my bedroom and went downstairs to make the tea and ask everyone what they wanted for dinner. The first thing I did was put my Fall Out Boy record on. I started to unpack, putting my books on the shelf and hanging things up in my wardrobe. Not long after I began, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and saw Teddy standing with his hands behind his back.

“Ready for your surprise?”

I dragged him inside and sat down. Teddy sat next to me and bought a rectangular box out from behind his back. There was a brown envelope on the top.

“Open the box first.”

I did. Inside, was a photo frame which contained a picture of Teddy and I from a few years back. We were wearing matching My Chemical Romance shirts and matching black Doc Martens. We were standing outside the venue for our first concert. I picked up the envelope and opened it. Two tickets fell out, and when I turned them over I screamed rather loudly. All Time Low tickets!

“MERLIN’S PANTS TEDDY! ALL TIME LOW TICKETS?! FOR THEIR TOUR! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” I threw myself into his arms and hugged him. He laughed, and I felt it vibrate through his body.
“Have you notcied anything else about them?”
I looked at the tickets again and realised exactly what he was talking about.
“But they’re for America?”
“Wait. Are we-”

I screamed so loudly I think the muggles must have heard me. I heard footsteps running up the stairs. Remus and my dad were standing in my room.

“What’s going on?” My dad said
“Oh yes. That. You might want to get packing Y/N. We leave for the airport tomorrow night. Harry and Hermione are going to have to come along because I have no idea how it’s all going to work.”
“Who’s coming with us?” I asked
“Your mother and Tonks.”
“Okay that’s good,” I said with a grin, “I can wear whatever I want because you won’t be there to stop me.”

Remus and Teddy laughed at that while my dad just rolled his eyes.

“Dinner will be ready soon. Hermione is cooking.”
“Okay, we’ll be down soon.”
I looked at Teddy and smiled.
“I can’t believe this!” I said
“Me either. We’re going to New York City. And we’re going to see All Time Low!”
“Come on, let’s go down and eat. Then we can pack.”

Teddy and I went downstairs and into the dining room. The smell of roast chicken and homemade Yorkshire puddings made my mouth water. I sat down next to Harry and started telling him about the concert. Ron was listening too.

“Aren’t you a bit young for this?” Ron said
“Sod off Ron!” Teddy said “Next year’s our last year!”
“Yeah but it could be dangerous.”
“DANGEROUS!” I shouted “Ron you were playing death chess and sliding down into the Chamber of Secrets when you were twelve!”
“Fair point.”

My dad just laughed as he set my dinner down in front of me. My mother Dorcas and Tonks were talking about where we were staying and what we were going to do when we got there. I was so excited I was finding it hard to keep my food down.
My suitcase was packed and standing at the end of my bed along with my carry on. I was already in my pajamas and sitting up in bed. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight from excitement. I just couldn’t quite believe it. I was going to New York. To see All Time Low! I couldn’t fathom how this was all happening. A part of me wanted Teddy and I to get together on this trip, but everything would be perfect even if we didn’t. I decided to go downstairs and make some tea to try and help me sleep. My mum and Remus were still up and were sitting at the dining table with mugs of hot chocolate in front of them. Remus looked up as I walked in and smiled.

“Can’t sleep Y/N?”
“No way. I’m too excited.”
“I’m not surprised.”

I poured myself a hot chocolate and sat down next to my mum.

“I still can’t believe I’ve agreed to take you two to America! America for Merlin’s sake.”
“It’ll be fine mum. Actually, it will be amazing!”
“I hope so. Now, go upstairs and try and get some rest. We’ve got to get up at five to get to the airport.”
“I can’t believe we’re going on a plane. With muggles.”
“You and me both Y/N.”

I downed the rest of my drink and put the mug in the sink. After saying goodnight, I made my way back upstairs. I passed Teddy’s room. The door was ajar slightly and I could hear voices. It was Harry and Ron talking to Teddy. I was about to walk away when I heard my name.

“-Y/N does too Teddy I promise you!” Ron whisper-shouted
“Yeah,” Agreed Harry, “You just need to tell her Teddy. I’ve seen the way she looks at you when she thinks nobody is looking.”
“Really?” Teddy asked
“Really.” Harry and Ron said in unison
“And,” continued Ron, “This trip will be the perfect time to do so.”
“You could tell her in the middle of Central Park."Added Harry
"I will tell her, it’s just deciding how.”

I tiptoed as quickly as I could back into my room without making noise. My heart was beating so hard I was sure that everyone in the house would be able to hear it. I perched myself on the edge of my bed and tried to stop the massive grin that was spreading across my face. It was no use. He feels the same way! I thought to myself. I was even more elated than before, if that was even possible. I knew I definitely wouldn’t be able to sleep now. There would be no way in hell. I didn’t really know what to do with myself. I was restless, and I knew this wouldn’t change. I took a book off my shelf and sat back in my bed. Reading would be the only thing capable of taking my mind off of Teddy, his feelings, and the trip tomorrow.
At some point last night, I fell asleep with my book still open in my lap. Tonks came bounding into my bedroom at five singing Dark Side Of Your Room by All Time Low. She only knew it because Teddy and I listened to it so much.

“WAKE UP Y/N!” She sing-songed, “WE’RE GOING TO AMERICA!”
Once she had left my room, I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Thankfully, it was empty. I showered, did my hair, and makeup, and then ran back to my room with my towel wrapped tightly around me. I had set out my outfit the night before. I knew we would be travelling for most of the day so I put on some black leggings, my Wierd Sisters top, and black hoodie, and my ox-blood Doc Martens. After checking I had everything, I picked up my bags and made my way downstairs. Teddy, mum, Tonks, Hermione, and Harry were sat around the table. I put my bags down and sat next to Teddy. He smiled at me as I did so.

“Morning Y/N.”
“Morning Teddy. Are you excited?”
“Are you kidding me? I’m freaking screaming inside!”
“Me too!”

I poured myself a cup of coffee and put some buttered toast on my plate. As Teddy told Hermione exactly who All Time Low were, I took a moment to look at his outfit. He was wearing black jeans, black army boots, a white t-shirt, and a camo bomber jacket. Let me tell you, he literally looked amazing. His hair was brown today, making him look exactly like Remus when he was younger. Once we had eaten our breakfast, we got ready to head to the airport. We were going to apparate. As I took my mum’s hand I looked at Teddy. He winked at me, and I winked back.
The airport was buzzing despite the early hour. People were dragging suitcases along the floor, some running to catch their flight, others taking the time to look at overly expensive perfumes in the shop windows. I had never been to the airport, and neither had Teddy. After all, it was for muggles. Hermione and Harry were leading us to border security, and our mothers were behind us talking about the muggles. Teddy and I weren’t talking, we were taking in our surroundings. Once we had got to where we were supposed to be, we said goodbye to Hermione and Harry and went through the gates. We had our passports checked by the muggle security guards before we could make our way onto the plane. Huge glass automatic doors led out onto the runway where our plane was sat. With Teddy leading, we made our way up the massive metal staircase and onto the plane. Our seats were right at the back. After putting our cases away, we sat down. I was in the window, Teddy was next to me, and then on the next row sat our mothers. Teddy and I talked about what we were going to do when we got to New York and our favourite All Time Low songs until the plane took off. We went silent then.
The streets of New York were bustling with life and noise. Cars, buses, trucks and of course, yellow cabs were speeding along the roads, only stopping when the lights went red. The buildings towered above us as if they were watching down on the new arrivals. Men in suits walked along with briefcases in their hands, women in heels and beautiful dresses strolled along on the phone speaking in their amazing accents. Their were tourists too, taking photos of the skyscrapers, backpacks on their backs and sunglasses on their heads. The city was beautiful, and unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was nothing like London.
We had already checked into Hotel Pennsylvania and dropped our bags off. We were now taking a walk around, looking for a coffee shop. We were spoiled for choice. There seemed to be a Starbucks on every street corner. We went in and bought a coffee before heading back outside. We had decided to walk to Central Park. Tonks had a map in her hands and was figuring out which way to go. I was taking photographs on my muggle camera that I had got for my birthday last year. I loved taking photos, and this was the perfect opportunity. Teddy was looking around at the shops and buildings.

“Hey Y/N, look at that.”

I looked at what Teddy was pointing to. It was the top of the Statue of Liberty. I snapped a picture of it before we carried on walking.

Central Park was beautiful. The leaves on the trees seemed more green than the ones in London, and the people seemed happier. I could see why. How could anyone feel sad in a city like this? Teddy was talking to his mother about the concert. Every now and again I would remember where I was and have to pinch myself. We finished out coffees on one of the benches. Mine was simply delicious. It was an iced latte with a shot of vanilla, and it tasted like the coffee that the house elves made you at Hogwarts if you went down there in your pajamas in the middle of the night. Teddy had a hot chocolate along with Tonks, and my mum had a black coffee, like always. It was about four thirty by the time we were done with our exploring, and my mum said we should probably head back to the hotel and start getting ready for the concert. We ate dinner on the way. Traditional hot dogs in New York City. Everything seemed perfect to me.
Teddy and Tonks went into their room, and mum and I went into ours which was next door. I went over to my case and took out my outfit and my make up. I was just about to head into the bathroom when my mum stopped me.

“Y/N, I’m so happy that you get to spend some time with Teddy, but I need to ask you something.”
“Sure mum. What’s up?”
“Don’t get mad at me for asking this.”
“What is it mum?”
“Do you love Teddy as more than a friend?”
I was shocked. I didn’t think anyone had noticed, least of all my mother.
“Oh come on Y/N, i’ve seen the way you look at him, and the way you talk about him in your letters when you write to me during term time.”
“I need to go get ready.”

I went into the bathroom and slammed the door. How was everyone noticing this? First Harry and Ron, now my mother. I was angry but I didn’t know why. I started doing my makeup which helped me ti forget about everything for a while. I went for the full works, including winged eye liner. For once, I was happy with the way I looked. I let my hair fall around my shoulders in curls. As for my outfit, I went with ripped jeans with fishnets underneath, an All Time Low top, my Doc Martens, and my All Time Low bomber jacket. After spraying some perfume, I went back out into the room. Tonks and Teddy had arrived and were talking to my mum about the concert. Teddy looked the same as me except for the tights obviously, and he had blue hair, which looked amazing. He smiled when he saw that we had the same outfit on.

“You ready to go Y/N?”
“Hell yeah I am.”

My mother and Tonks smiled.

“Right,” Tonks started, “We’re not coming with you, but there’s still rules. Go straight to the venue that we walked past earlier, go straight inside when you get there, stay safe, don’t do drugs or drink, don’t get into a muggle’s van, and when it’s over, come straight back here where we’ll be waiting for you. Got it?”
“Yes mum.” Teddy said with a grin
“Good. Now go.”

Teddy and I didn’t need to be told twice. We walked out of the hotel room and to the elevator. I was so happy to be going to a concert with Teddy, and in New York! I still couldn’t quite believe it.
Not gonna miss you when you’re dead and gone
Not gonna talk about you over and over and over
Not gonna find you under latest nostalgia, not happily ever after
Not gonna listen ‘til you play that song (play that song)
Don’t wanna think about you over and over and over
Not gonna read about the latest fads on your trendy blog
I want nothin’ to do with that
'Cause you’ve made a mess of everything
(And I’m not listening)
You’re not a hero, you’re a liar
You’re not a savior, you’re a vampire
Sucking the life out of all the friends you’ve ever known
You’re just a train wreck, not a winner
Up on your soap box preaching down to the sinners
The saints without a cause, we’re not listening, we’re not listening

We were in the best place in the whole venue, even though we were standing. We were right at the front, and if we leaned far enough, we could touch the edge of the stage. The music was loud but that was a good thing. Every now and again I would jump on Teddy’s back and belt out the lyrics when one of my favourite songs came on. Teddy and I were still waiting for our all time favourite, The Irony of Choking on a Lifesaver, to be played.

When we heard the first chords of Therapy, we both screamed. It was another of our favorites. Alex, the lead singer, told us to put our hands in the air and we did, singing along to the lyrics that were so true.

Give me therapy, I’m a walking travesty,
But I’m smiling at everything.
Therapy, you were never a friend to me,
And you can keep all your misery.

Teddy and I shouted our favourite line:

I’m flesh and bone, but I’m a rolling fucking stone.

When the song was over, everyone erupted in cheers that soon got louder when The Irony of Choking on a Lifesaver started, especially us. It was our favourite song. I jumped up on Teddy’s back as we started singing.


“You'e the snake hidden in my daffodils when i’m picking flowers.”

I jumped down from Teddy’s back and turned to face him, both of us still singing. I smiled at him and made the leap. I kissed him like there was nobody else around us, and he kissed me back, letting the concert melt all around us. When we parted, we both laughed and carried on dancing and singing, although we both knew that we weren’t done.
The concert was over, and we were almost back at the hotel. W e knew how to get there surprisingly well. The whole walk back we talked about the concert and how amazing it was, but the one thing we didn’t talk about was the kiss.

“Teddy, we need to talk about the k-”
“No we don’t. I need to do this.”

And in the middle of New York City, Teddy kissed me. He didn’t care about the cars that were driving past or the muggles that walked around us, and neither did I. Without warning, Teddy pulled me up onto his back and started walking back to the hotel, causing me to laugh the whole way. We started belting out the lyrics to Guts, earning us some strange looks from the odd passer-by.

When we got back to the hotel room, our mothers were waiting for us. They had confused smiles on their faces when they saw me on Teddy’s back.

“How was the concert then?” My mum asked us.
“Fucking fantastic!” We said in unison
“Language!” She hissed
“Yeah yeah we know.”
“So it was good then?” Tonks said
“It was the experience of a lifetime and they played our song.”
“That’s good the.”
“Good?” I started. “It was bloody marvellous!”
It was raining when we arrived back at Grimmauld Place. Cold, icy sheets of rain were pouring from the sky, and it made me miss New York and the daily Starbucks I had gotten used to. My dad and Remus opened the door, and as soon as we got in, the bombarded us with hugs and questions about America and the muggles. Lily and Rose came running up and Teddy and I to give us hugs, as did Hermione and Ginny. I saw Harry and Ron smirk at Teddy, and I knew exactly what they were smirking about.

Once we were in dry pajamas and seated in the living room with mugs of tea, we began telling the stories of the concert and our adventures in New York. While Tonks and my mum were telling everyone about the restaurant they went to while we were at the concert, I looked at Teddy and whispered something to him so that nobody else would hear.

“Should we tell them about us?”
“I have a better idea.”

Teddy put his hand on the back of my neck and kissed me, despite our ENTIRE family being in the room. He tasted like tea and everything good in the world. Everyone stopped talking and I immediately felt their eyes boring into us. Ron and Harry cheered causing Teddy and I to break apart and blush.

“What the bloody hell?!” My dad shouted
“Teddy my boy, congratulations!” Remus said
“CONGRATULATIONS?!” My dad hissed

Everyone just laughed at him and his reaction, after all, it was rather funny. My dad looked at my mother and Tonks, and in all seriousness, he asked them:

“Did you let those two have sex in the hotel room.”

I picked up a pillow and threw it at him, causing more laughter.

“Of course we didn’t Sirius!” Tonks said through her giggles “We didn’t even know until just now. They did a good job at keeping it a secret.”
“Let’s just say this,” Teddy began “It was the best trip ever, and if the next was even half as good as this one, I would be more than happy to go back.”
“Me too.” I agreed, “Wonder when Fall Out Boy are touring again?”


So, the first is from 5 days ago and the second it’s from today, and they wear the same clothes: Herman is wearing the army t-shirt (Norwegian flag on his arm), that it can be normal because it’s a uniform after all, but his colleague, Tobias, is wearing the same random (I guess at least?!?) t-shirt.
Now, I don’t wanna be that kind of person who see no-existent theories everywhere, but Skam made me that way and it’s weird, you have to admit it: same clothes, same bracelets, Herman has shorts in both photos while Tobias has long pants, the hair that goes in the same direction. The only difference it’s that one of the photo it’s a mirror selfie, so everything is inverted. The rest it’s the same.
It’s weird because on today’s photo (the b&w one) his colleague says specifically “today”: what if it’s a way to confused us and make us believe Herman it’s not on set for the last clip?!?
The army it’s a normal job, where you can ask for days off. What if, pEOPLE?!?!?!

A War Fought at Home : Chapter 3

Corporal Natsu Dragneel has been through Hell, and unfortunately for him, the ride isn’t quite over. How will a new Rehab program at the local VA help? And will a certain blonde help make matters better?

Modern Military AU. Warnings for mentions of depression and adult language/situations. Other warnings to come as the story progresses. Cross post on AO3 and

Chapters: 1 | 2

WARNING: The following chapter contains depictions of war. 

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Group Therapy started when one particular gentleman stood up near the ‘top’ of the circle. Natsu immediately noticed two things about him; one, that he was wearing an Army t-shirt (Ha!), and two, that he had an artificial alloy leg from his left knee down. He was obviously in charge because the others in the group turned and quieted, regarding him almost like a Commanding Officer. Army Guy cleared his throat and the room went silent as they awaited further instruction like obedient broken toy soldiers.

“All right, let’s get started,” he said, his voice stern, definitely an ex-CO. Everyone had settled into their places, there being six members including himself and Army Guy. Natsu took a minute to mentally catalog everyone, a force of habit he still had yet to rid himself of. To the right of Natsu was a brunette woman who reeked of booze. Her clothes were skin tight, leaving very little to the imagination. Army Guy sat next to her. Beside him was an older guy with a pipe hanging from his lips, surrounded by a cloud of smoke. To his right was a guy closer to Natsu’s age. He had jet black hair, pulled back tight in a man-bun. Both of his lower legs were artificial and he had a set of aluminum crutches beside him. The last member of the motley crew was a woman with bright green hair and an itchy trigger finger in her lap. They all introduced themselves one at a time before Army Guy, or Gildarts, settled his gaze on a certain pinket.

“Welcome to our group, Natsu,” the elder man greeted, everyone else responding the same automatically. “Would you like to tell us a bit about yourself first, or after everyone else has gone?”

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I mocked up this logo awhile back, combining my love of “Cartoon KISS” with my former 8th Grade obsession with Skateboard Art.
My first DIY KISS Shirt for Summer 2017…

French Study Session

“Y-Yeah I-I do.” Luke utters, his voice sounding out of breath as you smirk at him, your hands quickly slipping from his biceps to reach and grab his hands, sliding from your thighs and brushing them up to your chest. His large hands grasping your breasts as you keep on rolling your hips on his.

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You felt tears begin to well in the hollow of your eyes, your cheeks heating up as you felt your ears begin to ring, the room felt smaller as you swallowed shallow breaths while looking at the thin sheet of paper in front of you. Your eyes falling amongst all the red scribbles on the paper, including the corrections of words and obvious x’s to were you got the question wrong. You felt so defeated.

You couldn’t stop looking at the paper in front of you. You always tried to be the best you could possibly be, always going over and beyond on assignments and doing so fantastically well on tests that you don’t understand how it just went down hill all of a sudden, especially in French, you are so good in it.

“I am very disappointed.” Your French teacher, Mrs. Addison, says and you can feel her eyes on you but it takes everything in you not to look back up at her with tears on the verge of spilling over your lids.

“I-I just don’t know, I don’t understand.” You say while bringing your hands off of the desk and carding them through your hair, a frustrated sigh falling from your lips as you continue to read over every red pen correction.

“Neither do I, your always so good.” Mrs. Addison says, crouching down to level with you, which causes you to bury your head deeper into the desk, trying not to make your French teacher see you cry over such a low mark. “I can’t believe it.” You say, shaking your head and closing your eyes, swallowing the ache in your throat that you always get whenever you’re on the verge of tears.

“Y/N don’t worry, I’m sure that you’ll do good on the next test, just like the rest.” She says, rubbing her hand up and down your back, the sound of her watch clashing against her skin and your back causes you to sigh before you nod your head.

“Yeah, yeah, okay. I’ll just try extra hard next time.” You state, peeling your eyes open and staring up at your teacher, her effortless smile set out on her lips before she stands and begins walking around the narrow classroom and chats with a bunch of students.

Your shoulders immediately slump as your chin drops low, you’re back to staring at the failed test in front of you as another sigh rolls out of your mouth, you just wish that you could’ve done so much better.

“Why do you look so sad?” Jocelyn questions, her voice not holding any sympathy what so ever as she smacks down on her bubble gum obscenely.

“I’m sad because I just failed one of my French test.” You say, your head tearing away from the desk and staring in front of you to see Jocelyn sitting with her body sat upon her desk as her feet drum against her seat, making you roll your eyes at her childish position.

“Calm down, the world isn’t ending,” Jocelyn says, this time it’s her turn to roll her eyes. Making you watch her with annoyance before your lips turn into a frown. “I know, I know, it’s just that I really like to do good and I just don’t understand what I did wrong.” You imply, your hands finally tearing away from your hair to rest along your jawline, your head in your hands.

“You don’t need to understand, it’s not like it’s going to be on the next test.” Jocelyn says while taking one of her hands off of her lap and bringing it to shove strands of her unruly curly chocolate her hair behind her ear.

“Yeah but it’s going to be on the exam.” You state while looking up at her with a rised eyebrow, which only receives you the exact same look.

“Fuck the exam, let’s go out for pizza instead.” Jocelyn says before her thin lips break out into a devilsh grin, a laugh falling from your lips before you look up at the clock and see it’s time to go. Your hands slipping the red marked up paper into your binder before standing and grabbing everything else.

“As tempting as that sounds, I don’t want to turn out like you.” You say while tucking your chair into the desk and looking at Jocelyn with a smirk as she hops off hers and begins to walk to the door way filled with your classmates.

“Hey, you’re getting there bugger,” She remarks while smiling, making you turn around and push her towards the door instead of her walking in front of you.

“So you going out to lunch with Levi again?” You ask her as you guys begin to walk down the hallway, the sound of Jocelyn’s sneakers hitting the floor can barley be heard with all the slamming of lockers and jingling of keys.

“Yeah, so I’ll catch you later.” Jocelyn says while smiling at you, her body trailing to her locker which is down the hall. “Yeah, see you later.” You utter before you turn down the hallway when you don’t see Jocelyn’s brown hair anymore.

You walked down your hallway with ease as the sound of laughter and sneakers kept on filling your ears before you even reached your locker was when everything begin to clear out and people started to make their way downstairs for lunch.

You opened up your locker and stuffed your binder on the top shelf before you tossed your pencil case on the one before it. You turned around to look at yourself in the small mirror that was stuck to your locker, checking yourself to see if your hair was still in place, no mascara running, no lip gloss smudge, and nothing stuck in your teeth. With all of those checked off your list you quickly spritz a little bit of perfume on to your chest before placing it back into your school bag.

“Hey Y/N,” A blond boy says just as you shut your locker, causing a gasp to fall from your lips and jump in the air slightly, a relieved sigh falling from your lips when you realize who it is.

“Hi Luke, can you please not do that to me ever again.” You say urgently while turning towards him, a small smile spreading on his lips as he just nods his head. “I really didn’t mean to scare you, thought you knew I was here.” He says while running his eyes over your face to see if you’re still shaken up, his smile growing wider when he sees that you’ve calm down.

“Nope I didn’t know about it.” You state, pushing away from your locker and beginning to walk down the other side of the hallway, Luke walking quickly next to you before letting a breathy laugh fall from his lips.

“You sure do walk fast for a girl that is short,” He says, his lanky self nearly consuming you as you turn down the end of your hallway and begin to make your way to the stairs.

“Thanks for the compliment,” You say while turning to give him a serious look, causing his cheeks to heat up before you stop in your tracks, Luke stopping also to see what’s up. “Why are you following me around, what do you want?” You question while looking him up and down, his usual pair of skinny jeans cling to his skin as a black and white striped shirt is loosely hanging off his shoulders.

And you know that you are coming off rude, it actually is surpising you on how much of a bitch that you’re acting towards him since you’re never like this towards Luke ever.

Luke has always been a sweet guy towards you after you became friends with him in French class, always telling you jokes when you look bored out of your mind or writing on your desk, you at sometimes, just to piss you off; but even whenever that happened you never acted like a bitch towards him and you never even thought the test would have this much of an impact on you.

“Oh, I saw your test and I was wondering if you wanted me to help you go over it with you.” Luke says while peeling his left hand away from his hips and rubbing behind his neck, looking at you with squinted eyes as you look back at him with a rised eyebrow, your left foot laced in your black Converse tapping the tiled floor as your other foot stayed planted to the ground.

“And why would I need your help?” You inquire, staring Luke down as he now stands in front of you with wide eyes and cheeks growing even deeper in colour.

“I was only suggesting because I heard you talking to Jocelyn about it and I thought I could help you, but it’s okay, I understand.” Luke says while nodding his head, his legs beginning to carry his body towards the flight of stairs. You know that your acting like a bitch and Luke is a really sweet guy, way too good for this world, way too good for you to be acting out on him for just a test that you failed on.

“Luke wait, yeah, can you go over it with me. Teach me where I went wrong.” You say while trailing down the first few steps to meet up with Luke, a surpise look in his eyes as he looks at you bewildered before answering.

“Uh, yeah, definitely.” Luke says, smiling at you with his gorgous smile before nodding his head proudly, making you laugh lightly before looking up at him through your lashes painted with mascara.

“So come to my house at seven! Sounds good?” You declare watching Luke nod his head before rocking on his heels.

“Seven o'clock, sounds great.”

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“Hey you’re home!” she greeted me excitedly as she came out of our en-suite and saw me standing by the closet,

“Just walked through the door, relaxing shower?” I smiled back at her while throwing on an old army t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. She didn’t answer, but as she crossed the room towards me I could tell that that silence meant yes. She delicately wrapped her arms around my neck and gently pressed her body against mine, our eyes locked together,

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