at the end of words

Writing hurts for I am forced to relive those painful memories of the past, memories I wish I could seal away for eternity. The pain is like my never ending ink and my tears are like the unspoken words.

But when I write, it also feels like I’m writing the pain away. I slowly begin to accept my past for what it is and not what it was.

Writing is pain but writing is also pleasure. It’s the reality I have created, one where I can express all my egos, one where I can be me without the fear of being judged, one where I can soar my wings and fly.

things i literally live for
  • here we come *tss* *tss*
  • the random ¾ time bars
  • into a ccookkiiee jjaar
  • iii knoow iit’s sad soo saaad
  • *silence…* hey moon hey moOoN
  • the screaming playing children at the end
  • so we’ll just sing it for them (aah, aahh!!)
  • the key and style changes
  • *sighs* so close *giggle*
  • the harmonica!
  • but who could love m- I LOVE YOU GOD I LOVE YOU
  • the cabin aesthetic
  • ending everything with a harmony on the word love ❤

ALSO,  Kanan and Kallus’ exchange made me happy. The gratitude in both of their voices was heartwarming (and maybe the forgiveness on Kanan’s part?). And the acknowledgement on both ends that Kallus literally gave everything, but now he finally has a home and a real family, nearly made me tear up a bit. Obviously  his sacrifice was worth it in the end whether he lived or died, and he still knows he has a lot he needs to make up for, but the fact that he is actually in a situation where people care about him, and will treat him like a human being is what makes it worth it. And just the look he gave Kanan in the end said it all, because words couldn’t quite describe how grateful he is for Kanan and all of his crew. How grateful he is for what they did for him (and what they will do).

Chase You Down (4)

Bucky x Reader

Based off of Chase You Down by RUNAGROUND

Summary: The infamous Brooklyn mob boss, Bucky Barnes, has a tendency of sleeping around and killing people on a short fuse. So what happens when a certain girl catches his eye and turns his already shitty world upside down?

BEFORE YOU READ: this is a semi-oc fic! You can still insert your name into the fic, that’s not changing. However, ‘you’, will have some characteristics that ‘you’ might not actually have in real time. It just fits the story better if I actually describe it instead of leaving holes in the story. Enjoy!

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), swearing, fluff, angst (grab a tissue box you’re going to need it)

Word Count: 2.7k+


Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Epilogue

Originally posted by oreo-wonderbatch

I love waking up to a warm bed side. Companionship is amazing and going to bed and waking up to the person you love most is an amazing feeling.

It’s been almost a week since the house incident and I haven’t let her out of my sight. I know I’m being paranoid, but I can’t help it. I’m scared for her. I’m worried what might happen to her if I take my eyes off her for too long. I can’t lose her.

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One, two, three

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader.

Summary/Prompt: The first time you meet him, he’s fun. The second time, he’s amazing. The third time you realize he’s the most dangerous man in the universe. A chronology of a story that was never meant to be but that happened anyway.

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it).

A/N: I want to thank my baby for giving me a prompt to work on. I took the liberty to tag some people (tags at the end). This is over 5.6k words so bear it with me, would you? Feedback is love, feedback is life.

Originally posted by loveironman

The first time you meet him, he’s fun. 1988.

First days of school were always terrible for you, not to mention that this one in particular seemed a lot harder than the usual first days. Further studies were always a dream you had, and everyone in your family hoped you’d get into a good school; even though your field of choice was not their favorite option, it was better than nothing. Engineering was your passion and even though you once loved dolls, make up and all those things parents feed they baby girls, they were not enough to take your heart away from your true passion, and the MIT was the place where your wildest dreams would come true. All of them.

You got inside the classroom, and you’d lie if you said you were surprised to see how many men were around you. And being the only woman in the room was even less surprising, but you were not standing small. You searched on the list hanging from the door to see if there was any other fellow female, but nope. You were the only one, and you were focused on being the best, not even Tony Stark could beat you. Wait—Tony Stark? Oh shit, this was gonna be fun.

You sat in the last row of the auditorium, near the stairs, and funny enough, you found a slouched body next to you. It never spoke a word and as you still had a few minutes before the professor arrived, you took out your notebook and started to sketch some doodles on the first page. Apparently, it caught the stranger’s attention, because he tried to start a small conversation.

“That’s cute, you should be in art class.”

“And apparently you need someone who cares about your opinion.” You shot back, not looking at him.

He giggled almost in amusement. “I’m Tony—Tony Stark. Nice to meet you”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you nodded calmly, “nice to meet you too.” You replied, trying to be cool about him.

He awkwardly thanked you for not freaking out, and you spoke for about most of the class; well, except when the professor called out on both of you. He was fun, charming and what was most important to you, he was very smart. But not the kind of book smart. He was someone with a great sense of humor and he was a great story teller. Even though you didn’t hear a thing about the class, you did learn a thing or two about the millionaire guy sitting next to you. He was not as spoiled as you thought he was, and you realized that you were prejudging him for his last name, a thing that probably he had been through a hundred times.

“You know…” you murmured, “I thought you were a brat, but you’re actually really nice.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” He chuckled and shook his head.

“Maybe because you look like an ass? Just… try to smile and you’ll see how people change towards you.”

“So… may I borrow your notes?” Tony asked innocently, looking at your filled page. Even though you had not paid much attention to the professor, you still picked up some great details.

“Fuck you.”

With time, and as you saw in each other great study partners, you became fonder of his presence. He was so incredibly rich that he had a place on his own and even a maid, whom was very nice and always tried to slip out her preference for you and what great good you had done to Tony. You only laughed at it because Tony wasn’t really bad, he just needed to come down from his cloud.

You stayed there long, sleepless nights that were filled by tired groans, feelings of defeat and non-stopping cups of coffee. Tony Stark, the richest kid of your class, had seen you in your worst moments and you couldn’t care less. Even her maid –he called her his nanny—Margarita, seemed to be very fond of you and always had something delicious when you were going home. Sometimes, when Tony headed to your place, he brought some kind of edible gift, courtesy of Margarita, of course.

As months started to go by, it wasn’t a rare thing when everyone said you looked great together, but your reaction was to wrinkle your nose in disgust. You never thought about Tony in that way, but you did think about how sex would be with him. He surely was one of those rick kids that fucked everything with a vagina, and for some reason, he was just naturally good at it. A few weeks went by before you could put the idea into words, and so you broke the news to him one day.

“Stark, do you consider me your friend?” You asked. It had been a long day of studying and you both had given up on reading anything else. You were at his place, lying on his bed next to him. Even though Margarita was still around, she was very discrete and never asked personal things unless she felt completely entitled to; she knew things, she was like a bruja, but you appreciated her a lot anyway. Tony hummed and nodded in response. “Have you ever thought about me as something else?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “I mean, we spend a lot of time together but you’ve never given me that hint.”

“So you have?” You asked again.

“Yeah? I don’t know.” He shook his head in confusion. “You’re great, and I do consider you my friend… but you’re just too good to be with a guy like me. I’m a fucking mess.” He giggled.

“Agreed,” you chuckled, “but… what if I told you… that we could have sex just for fun?”

“Would our friendship be ruined?” He looked at you with a skeptical eyebrow raised. You shook your head. “Just sex?” You nodded. “What if one of us start to feel something?”

“We’ll be as honest as we have always been.” You assured him.

You didn’t do it immediately; in fact, you two were just too exhausted to even think about having sex, so you just hummed in agreement. But, after a night of studying and cuddling –and a bit of drinking—you two were at your place for a change, and things started to get all heated up real soon. In just a few minutes Tony was devouring you whole. Well, it was not that good; you had way higher expectations, but he was not so bad either.

“Good night, Tony.” You lazily said and wrapped yourself with the blankets.

“Good night, gorgeous.” He replied, nuzzling at your neck and giving you a quick kiss on your hot skin.

You fell asleep in his arms and had the best night of sleep in a very long time.

The next morning, he was not there anymore; he was nowhere to be found. The next few days he ignored you and pretended like nothing ever happened, not even your friendship. The last time you saw Tony Stark, was when he held a blonde in his arms at one of the faculty parties. You tried to play it cool, like you didn’t care, but you did care. You cared a lot. It took you a while to understand what he had done.

He used you.

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staying afloat

For @rebelcaptainprompts prompt #8: “agony, fingers, and shiver” 

With a word like agony, do you really think this was going to be anything other than angst? I’ll do a part 2 if I feel nice

(also I unintentionally ended up using the words a lot oops) 

Word Count: 500 (no cut)

One. Two. 

Jyn sees stars, pain searing through her body. She collapses to the ground, groaning in agony, clutching at the blaster wounds. 

“Jyn!” Cassian’s voice breaks in anguish, as if he was physically sharing her pain. “Jyn!” His voice reaches her while he can’t, fending off the impending Imperials. 

Blood seeps through her clothing, a sickly warm feeling creeping up her side. She pulls her hand away and the tips of her fingers are stained a dark red. Her head spinning, she manages to drag herself out of the way of blasterfire. I have to hold on until he gets here

Steadying her breathing as best as she could, Jyn brings herself to peer at the wounds. She inhales sharply. It’s bad. She needed to be in a medbay in an hour at the latest. She tries not to think about what would happen if she wasn’t, attempting to shake Cassian’s agonized face out of her mind. They had fought so hard to stay afloat together, and she wouldn’t drown alone. I promise. 

Where’s Cassian? She tries to see the firefight, but she can’t lift her head. Swearing to herself, she leans against the closest wall and waits, undoing her scarf and pressing it against the injury, counting minutes in her head as the warmth of life leaks out between her fingers.

She’s cold, so unbearably cold, icy water lapping against her side. It was if the death that eluded her at Scarif was now breathing down her neck. The thought sends a shiver down her spine. 

When Cassian finally reaches her side, face streaked with dirt and eyes wide with concern, she can barely make out his face in the blurry haze of her mind.  

“Cass…” she gasps, unable to form his full name, trying to grasp at his face swimming in and out of her vision. Help

“I’m here, I’m here, don’t worry,” he murmurs, pulling out his medkit and working quickly to temporarily patch up the injury, his face a mask of neutral concentration. His fingers feel warm against her skin and her throat tightens, because wasn’t Cassian usually the cold one? 

Cass,” she tries again. He looks up at her from under his eyelashes, and Jyn catches a glimpse of the pure fear in his eyes. She feels like she’s being dragged underwater, and reaches out to Cassian to pull her up, desperate to keep afloat. Don’t let me go. 

He takes his hand in hers, their fingers intertwining together, both stained with blood - her blood. She’s shaking, shivering from cold, shock, and the sheer effort of hanging on to the remaining scraps of life. “I’ve got you,” he says, ready to hoist her up in his arms. “Hold on.” 

Jyn tries to nod and give him a reassuring smile - I’m trying - but it’s getting harder to keep her head up. She gives his hand one tight squeeze - I’m sorry -  before the waves pull her under. 

She never lets go of his hand. 

Fugientibus-Part 3

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

Characters: Y/n, Draco

Pairing: Draco x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL)

Warnings: Angst, starving, not much. Fluff and implied smut at the end!!

Word Count: 1027

Summary: Y/n and Draco make their way to their safe house. 

A/N: Ok, third part!! Not much except bit of angst followed by fluff!! There won’t be any major drama for a few parts…but when the drama arrives, it’s gon motherfucking arrive!! Hope u like it!!

Tagged Peeps: @helvonasche@wayward-mirage @notnaturalanahi@chelsea072498@the-latina-trickster@aingealcethlenn@lucifer-in-leather@p–trick@professsionalsinner@lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell​ @daddysxlittlexsunshine @wonderange @mogaruke@aiaranradnay


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It was difficult, navigating your way to the safe house Professor Snape had set up.

The woods were difficult to get through, the cold and rain and wetness, just bringing your moods down.

With no magic to warm you up, you never managed to get too far before you both had to stop and camp out.

It was in those moments Draco and you found comfort in each other.

Sure. You knew you had more important things to focus on.

You’d risked your lived and the lives of your families.

You should’ve be focussing on finding your way to safety and making sure nothing would happen to you.

But you only had Draco to rely on. He only had you.

And when you’d just sit in the tent, warming the other up, you often realized you were each other’s comfort.

You were each other’s safety.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine ending up having to use your safe word with Lance and he feels so terrible about it that he constantly follows you around the next day like a guilty puppy constantly giving you gentle caresses and light kisses. He's so hesitant and gentle with you the next night when go for slow, passionate sex.

because he wants to make it up to you despite you telling him thats what safe words are for 

Sinful Sunday™

Fake: and yeah we go married but I cheated on her with a bearded guy so..
SafariMan: you cheated..on your wedding day..infront of the bride???
Fake: In my defense I was under alot of pressure
SafariMan: you still cheated tho???
Fake: Yeah well excuuuse me mr. ‘Adding an o to the end of a word makes it japanese’ hop off my dick

anonymous asked:

I won't stop. This has been haunting me forever. The game doesn't help with all the foreshadowing it does. You know when a character says this person won't bother us as long as we do this means that person WILL bother them. Watch as Sou tries to leave MEZZO/Idolish7. Watch as Tama fails to protect Sou just like how Sou failed at being honest with him in pt 2. I feel like it's Sou's turn to get a chara development to balance MEZZO. Maybe we'll get to see crying Sou and Tama helping him.

OMG I CAN SEE THIS HAPPENING. imo Sougo’s chara-development will definitely connect to his family problem (Nagi, Yamato, and Tenn too but I’ll focus on Sougo for now). It’s either about his uncle problem or his father’s FSC or maybe BOTH. And I’m SO sure his father will definitely make problems again and might threatens Sougo to leave i7..

But don’t worry even if Sougo leaves i7 (oh god no) we know Tsumugi and i7 members won’t stay still. (But if everyone has their own serious problems too at the same time and if there’s lack of communications, i7 is done for.)

And I think yes of course Tamaki will try to do something about it. I mean remember when Tamaki tried to quit i7 in part 1, and when Tamaki wanted to disband MEZZO in part 2, who was the one who opposed him the most? Sougo. We still don’t know if Tamaki can stop Sougo, but we know that Tamaki will not let Sougo make the same mistake as he did.

Their way of thinking is so different but, at least they still want to understand each other. “You come to understand each other, bit by bit, and before long you’re the ultimate partners.” - Tsunashi Ryuunosuke.

It’s not just Tamaki, we still have IDOLiSH7 members and manager. And hopefully this will lead to Sougo’s character development. It’s IDOLiSH7 after all, we have angsts we have joys. Well, personally I want to see Sougo crying for the first time not because of sadness but happiness.・゚・(ノ∀`)・゚・。

anonymous asked:

Props to you about the sexual orientation thing. I agree with you about it and its nice to see I'm not the only one. At the end of the day gay/bi/straight etc are just words, we are all human and categories are not essential :)

exactlyyyy I’m glad there are other people out there with an open mind, people are people dude. If you’re happy then you’re happy who even cares

I wrote a thing in the comments of CoBC, but I wanted to send it to you on here too. I wrote too much and it won’t fit in the ass box though. So here it is.

I, oh my god, I can’t even begin to make words to tell you how much you mean to me TST. I feel like I’ve been following this fic from day 1 (even though I think you were probably already a good 10 or so chapters in when I did). Through YOUR friends, I found new people that I loved listening to, and reading their brain’s flowers.

Like I said, I can’t come up with the specific words to tell you just what the end of this story means. I love it, everything is put together, and even if sad it is also happy. It’s a conclusion that’s real. I am so, so heartbroken that there won’t be more, that I somehow won’t be able to just follow these people through every little event and slice of their life forever. That’s how invested you’ve got me into these characters. You’ve made them your own, but you’ve also made them THEIR own.

Thank you so much for this amazing reading experience, TST. I’m so glad that you found your way out from the darkening drape of depression, and I hope that one day I can find my own direction out. I will eagerly follow your budding literary career (and hey, maybe I’ll even help one day once I’m settled in with a publishing house). G'bye for now, Auntie.


Hey man. Getting to the end of a thing is fucking tough and I feel that. The sequential method of this story - that you get it chunk by chunk, week by week, means that you have been going through this like development of these characters and plot more or less right alongside me, more or less also in real time. That’s a fucking wild narrative thing, man. That’s a wild experience. It’s cool and it makes it all seem so much more real, but the ending  is tough.

That said, I mean, isn’t it nice to have endings? To have a complete story without loose threads? There’s a kind of beauty to that, I think. (Although I’m still gonna write you kids some epilogue oneshots, promise). I hope you keep fighting them bad brain chemicals, my guy. I’ll still be here, and I hope you will be too. 

anonymous asked:

Hi I just read another ask that mentioned that you were bisexual and I was wondering if you could tell me how you knew because I think I might be but I don't want to say I am and then not end up being it is sorry I know this is worded weirdly but I really need someone to talk to my family isn't that accepting and open about this stuff

hi beautiful :’) well it has not been an ‘i have always known’-thing, as it has been for other people. i started to realise that i had a lot of ‘girl crushes’ on celebrities until i had to say to myself okay marlen this isn’t just being straight and finding these women aesthetically pleasing, you think they’re hot. so i was like okay maybe i’m like sexually attracted to women, but what about the emotional part. so i asked myself (and you should maybe ask yourself too) if i could see myself being together with a girl/woman. i did, in theory, but i wasn’t 100% sure yet if i could actually be together with a girl/fall in love with one. but when i developed a pretty serious crush on a girl in my grade when i was 16 it was pretty clear to me that i felt an emotional and sexual attraction to girls. but i’ve never doubted my attraction to boys, bc i had an on/off relationship with a guy when i was 15-18 and i know that i loved him so that’s why i’ve never even considered being a lesbian. i don’t know if this helped you, if not, don’t hesitate to message me about it again. have a lovely day and know that i’m always here for you <3

anonymous asked:

what do you think about silver telling all of flint's business to madi? madi is the best and the secret is safe with her. but isn't that a breach of trust on silver's part?

Yes i was totally chocked by the last flashback, and i wasn’t really expecting it since the whole episode was revolving around the swordfight scenes. Not cool to tell her about Thomas especially. I’m quite angry at Silver right now to be perfectly honest. Especially since we saw Flint staying faithful to him and trying to be reasonable despite all of that, he was only buying time for Silver to cool down basically and Silver still tried to hurt him in the end?? And I don’t really understand this scene giving the final words of the episode, when he basically broke this trust over and over again…

And it feels quite repetitive… What’s the point of asserting their “true friendship” and “trust” etc over and over again, the whole season, in almost every episode, if in the end it has no consequences in the Big Confrontation Episode and Silver was still ready to kill him ? I didn’t feel Silver’s devotion at all, just Flint’s. Give this man a break. 

I’m glad that Flint spoke the truths about Madi to him though, with his “this matters to her as much as to me” and “you’ll lose her anyway” speech. And i’m living for Madi’s “their war, flint’s war, MY war” !! She is too good for Silver right now.

I don’t know what I really feel about the episode. I probably need to rewatch it because i was mostly in a “what the hell????” state for an hour. :’)