being whoever i want to be

Descendants 2

Okay , hear me out people, I’m finally watching Descendants 2 and Mal and Evie are soulmates and I will punch whoever says the contrary. Are you going to tell me that the fucking beautiful scene of this two singing to each other and dancing and being all lovely and supportive is not what a nice relationship would do?!

Like come on! They have way more chemistry than Mal and Ben, He’s a nice guy and all, and yeah Mal is in love with him (or something like that) BUT YOU CAN’T DENY THAT EVIE IS FUCKING IN LOVE WITH HER OMFG I WANT TO HUG HER POOR CHILD

JUST LOOK AT THEM

Originally posted by breathingfree

DON’T YOU SEE IT!

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WAITI’M NOT DONE YET, LOOK!

Originally posted by tiaisbisexual

SHE IS SUFFERING, EVIE IS DYING INSIDE OKAY?! BECAUSE THE LOVE OF EHR FUCKING LIFE WANTS TO STAY IN BORE-DON , I mean AURADON! AND SHE’S ALSO UPSET WITH MAL BECAUSE HOW SHE DARE NOT TO TELL HER SHE WAS FEELING SAD BUT EVIE DOESN’T PUSH EHR TO TELL HER ANYTHING AND IT’S SO SUPPORTIVE AND UNDERSTANDING SHE DOESN’T GET MAD AT HER FOR LEAVING SHE JUST…LETS HER BE AND IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL

Originally posted by littlefighter01

I’m not used to jeopardizing beautiful friendships like this and turn it gay, I respect them, I believe that this kind of bond can happen but I just can’t look at them as just friends I just can’t and I’m so sorry people but I’m drowning in feels, THIS SHIP IS SAILING THANKS TO MY OWN TEARS

Originally posted by djsporks

I know that if Disney would be a little bit more supportive on LGTBQ+++ Stuff this would be sooooo gay or at least bi or whatever just MAKE IT RAINBOW! I MEAN, this could be the most beautiful, supportive, loving and caring relationship of the New Generation Disney and this would show the little kids that it’s okay to be who you are and true love exists and and and and just UGHHHHHH MAKE IT RAINBOW I’M SO MAD AND HAPPY AND SAD BECAUSE THIS SHIP IS NOT REAL AND WITH SO MANY FEELS PLEASE HELP ME, I’M HOOK…see what I did there ;D

bojack horseman is like the better version of rick and morty

like they both have similar tones in terms of comedy with underlying cynicism and postmodern themes but bojack is actually a lot deeper and has a lot more to say about personal relationships and opening up and wanting to be understood than “nothing matters and everyone’s stupid lol”

and just preemptively because i feel like expressing any sentiment that any piece of contemporary media deals with deep themes in a mature and satisfying way will inevitably lead to that kind of response: yes. yes it is actually that deep. bojack horseman is that deep. i get that you out there, whoever you are that’d get indignant at someone suggesting that a contemporary piece of media is actually trying to say something instead of being an endlessly consumable pile of gratification for you to shovel through your eyes into your malfunctioning brain is startling for you, but maybe if you paid attention for once you might not miss everything suggesting that maybe there’s a thesis somewhere

and-peggyy  asked:

HeLp My super homophobic mum went through my phone and saw that I have lgbt+ friends and told me to stop being friends with them And she saw my coming out message to my friends And I DONT KNOW HOW LONG SHES BEEN IN KUWAIT BUT SHE DIDNT VISIT ME and to top it I got dumped Through text When I woke up rlly depressed

Wow. Okay. Try not to be stressed love. You know who you are. No matter what she does to try and stifle you, you know what you believe. Don’t let her get you down. Stay friends with whoever you want to be friends with and remember that she can’t change you by taking your friends away from you.

lemonbird  asked:

IMPORTANT QUESTION. Vampires aren't suppose to enter a premise without being invited right? What if a hermit vampire was living in his falling apart old castle and some fuck bought it as a "fixer upper", would the vampire just glitch out on to the lawn or would he be okay since he lived there before?

Okay so this would depend on where you are in the world, and whether or not they had squatters rights (can’t be evicted and can apply for legal ownership of place once they have been there for X amount of years) but I mean, the dude owns the place, even if it is a run down mess he was still there first and there’s probably some ancient land ownership law which can’t be overwritten by modern laws (you find all sorts of weird things are still technically legal cause no one bothered to update the books since 1645) so basically whoever just bought this castle to turn it into a modern fixer upper, congrats, you also just bought yourself a vampire and he’s not going anywhere.

(Also now I kind of want to write this where a family buys it to turn it into a hotel/wedding venue and the kids find the vampire in the attic and he ends up being the weird uncle who gets roped into hilarious wedding related shenanigans?? Like 


“Okay yes fine, you can host weddings here, but registrar only, no religious ones.” 
“But Theolodious, why?”
“Really Sharon, really, do I have to spell it out for you. Really.”

*

“We really should increase the lighting for photographs, what about skylights?”
“No.”
“But—”
“How about I just set all of you on fire while you’re trying to sleep.”

*

“Please, for the love of god, please don’t let people throw confetti or rice, I’m begging you.”

*

“Okay what’s our final head count for the night?”
“107.”
“Are you sure?”
“Did I fucking stutter Steve?”

*

“Uncle Theo, why does the groom have “help me” on the bottom of his shoes, why is everyone laughing?.”
“Because small one, humanity has failed collectively as a species and heteronormativity is a constructed lie designed to oppress over half the population for not conforming to arcane and chauvinistic ideals put in place by dead scholars who have long since turned to dust and have no place influencing modern society.”
“…”
“Permanence is an illusion.”

*

“Madame, flattering as your offer is for a quickie, you’re not my type.”
“What is your type then?” ;) ;) ;)
“O negative.”

*

“Whoo, what a day, I could eat a horse.”
“Same.”
“…”
“…well obviously I’m not going to.”

*

“Theo…are you…are you crying?”
“Yes.”
“You big softie, I never thought someone like you would cry at a wedding.”
“…I’ve lived a long life, Sharron. People come and go, the christening you bless will be the funeral you mourn in less than a century. But people keep saying “I love you”, that has to count for something.”

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Drarry Drabble No. 1

Immediately, the first thing that Draco smelled when he walked into Potions was Harry. That was pretty much it. And it was lovely. And Draco felt like his knees were weak and he wasn’t quite sure why, but he managed to walk over to his and Harry’s table where a potion was already brewing. And Draco wasn’t quite thinking when he sat down and scoffed at Harry. “You really stink today. Trying a new cologne, are you?” he inquired, trying to make his tone sound biting. And Harry wasn’t thinking at first when he just replied with,

“Sod off, Malfoy.”

And then there was a pause where Draco grabbed his book and put it on the table.

“So what potion have you inevitably fucked up already?” Draco questioned. And then it hit Harry. Oh. Oh.

Harry froze as the sheer force of the situation hit him. Draco raised an eyebrow. “Gone mute now, have you, Potter?” And then Draco glanced over at the potion and realized it looked familiar. Very familiar. It looked an awful lot like…

“Amortentia.”

Draco was fucked.

Draco tried to keep his eyes contained in his sockets as he turned beet red. Harry glanced over at him and would’ve laughed at how comical Draco’s face was if Harry wasn’t in a sense of shock. “Amortentia,” Draco simply repeated as though it would help in some way.

“Is a love potion,” Harry added.

“Yes, I know it’s a love potion, do you think I’m an idiot?” Draco snapped, turning and looking down at his book.

“You smell what you love when you brew it…” Harry trailed off. Draco grew even redder, if even possible. “So, I’m a little curious as to why you smelled-”

“Don’t fucking say it,” Draco snapped.

“You smelled me.”

Draco glanced over at Harry, swallowing thickly. Harry quirked a daft smile that almost had Draco clocking him one in the face.

“And it’s a little interesting because you were late to class and when I started brewing it,” Harry began. “I thought that you had walked into the room.”

Draco held his breath.

“You hadn’t. You were late.”

“You, you smelled… me?” Draco questioned. Harry looked away almost shyly with a nod. “Oh,” Draco breathed out, feeling dizzy, possibly from the potion or from Harry’s confession. Either one. Or both. “I thought you, um, thought you hated me?” Draco questioned a bit weakly. Harry smirked a little.

“I thought you hated me.”

“Er.”

“The potion seems to say differently, though,” Harry went on, still smirking a little. Draco could still feel heat in his cheeks.

“I still think you’re an idiot,” Draco murmured, no real venom to it.

“I still think you’re a prat,” Harry shot back. “But, a manageable one.”

“Should I take that as a compliment?” Draco inquired. Harry grinned a bit.

“Yeah, you should.”

Rebooting myself as an artist / Thx for feedback

I’ve read all of your feedback and taken a few notes. Much appreciated, thank you for both the feedback and the kind words.

I feel like I’ve strayed too far from my principles, and gone too far from the artists that i admire most, so it’s time to rethink this direction. It has been a while since I last felt “okay” (in the big, life-encompassing sense, but the everyday mundane sense), and maybe that is related. it’s been a while since I last felt good about my work, felt motivated, and felt proud and excited to share something that I had made. Mostly when I post it I’m just nervous about how many people will like it and share it, if there’s something that is (or can be interpreted as) problematic, whether it’s “marketable” or the “fits the theme” of my comics. It’s exhausting, and most of the time, I would rather not post it at all – more bad feelings than good.

My whole goal was to quit my day job, and I did, but frankly this is less fun than my day job was. At least at my day job I got to see and talk to other people instead of just sitting hunched over alone in a room.

Younger artists, take this as a counter-example of how you should do art, and perhaps how you should live life in general.

So, anyway I’m doing a big swerve. I’ll take the motivation and “science” that I used to become a popular artist, and direct it instead to becoming a very high quality and experimental artist. Not as many people will see or like my work, but that is a sacrifice I’m willing to make in order to become the type of content creator that I’d wanna follow. Like, I wanna look at my own work and go “Damn, that’s super good, who made that. I’m horny for that, and I’m horny for whoever made it. Yes please, more of that, thank you,” that’s what I wanna say. And at the same time, I will climb, tooth and nail, out of this emotional hole that I’ve been in.

Also, as a side note, the “internet leftists” that I riffed on a little while ago stopped bothering me pretty much as soon as I made it clear that I wanted to be left (haha) alone. I was kinda trying to provoke them anyway, by rolling with the “Enlightened Centrist” shtick (’I"LL SHEOW YUO’). Point being, they are decent people, and my apologies if I implied otherwise.

Edit: I’m still gonna be using this blog and making comics, just to be clear.

LOOK I KNOW THIS DOESN`T ACTUALLY WORK BUT I CAN`T BRING MYSELF TO MAKE HARRY A SLYTHERIN. I just cant >:D

But Harry could still potentially hang out in the Slytherin Common room and Draco would just sneer at whoever gives him a stupid comment about it, and eventually people would just get used to it, being like “Hey Potter, how´s it going?” or “Did you already finish your homework for potions? I heard Granger lets you copy hers, can I maybe have a look at it?”and everything would be good. Harry would probably always want to sit in front of the fireplace and Draco, who usually sits in one of the cozy chairs near the windows, finally gives in and starts getting comfy, lounging around on the sofa. IT COULD ALL BE GOOD.

Also massive shoutout to the two lovely beans @carryonsimoncarryon and @baz-n-simon who basically made me ship it (do I ship it? Do I not ship it? I´m still so confused about it)

things harry has said on tour so far that have made me feel some type of way:

“You are the best friends anyone could ask for… thank you so much.”

“I’m gonna need more from you. I’m pretty into you right now, and I’m about to tell you I’m having your baby. Maybe we’ll skip Kiwi tonight. No? Shall we start again?”

“You were good, but you need to be better.”

“I’m forever yours.”

“Thank you for popping my cherry, as it were.”

“I’m falling in love with you to this song.”

“Who’s ready to dance with me? Are you ready to sing with me? I wanna see what you got.”

“If you’re gonna do it as loudly as this, you’re gonna get it as many times as you want.”

“I want you to do whatever makes you happiest. You can be whoever you want to be in this room.”

“I could not feel more honoured to stand in front of a group of strong women every night and sing for you.”

“Sois belle et tais toi.” (Be pretty and shut up.)

“The girls said earlier, it takes so much courage to come to shows these days. So thank you for being here. You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you so much.”

“I’m loving you with every piece of me.”
To Jungkook you’re just a girlfriend. - pt.2

[pt.1] [p.2]


Originally posted by eatupbangtan

The more I thought about him, the more I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. But at the same time, the more I thought about this whole situation, the more I feel as though I was overreacting. He was right, I’m only his girlfriend - we’re not tied down to one another and he can hang with whoever he wants to hang out with. But her. She’s always liked Jungkook even though we’ve been together for this long, she never gave up on him and he knows what feelings she has for him. Do you blame me for being insecure? For being scared of the fact that I might end up losing the man I see my future with because of her? But it’s all too late now, there’s no use in being scared, or insecure because it all happened. Everything he ever assured you of, that they’ll only ever remain as friends, that he won’t do anything to lead her on, that he won’t hurt you like that, all those things he said, they meant nothing because those are all the things he did. 

I hear a knock on my door and I dreaded who stood behind it, but to my pleasant surprise I guess it wasn’t Jungkook.

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On a part of all transgender people, I would like to say a few thing:

  1. Just because we’re friends, that doesn’t mean you have any, any, excuse to be transphobic or make transphobic jokes. Just because I like you doesn’t mean you can use me as a free pass for your disgusting jokes. I’m a transgender boy, not an emotionless robot.
  2. Transgender woman and men are more than a fetish. We are more than your fantasy. We are more than your porn preferences. We are not your sick idea of a living kink.
  3. If you’re going to write about trans people, DO YOUR FUCKING RESEARCH!!! Starting T doesn’t mean you are automatically fully biologically male. Dysphoria is fucking awful. People who are meant to support us can just make us a joke. Bullying is real and scary.
  4. Mental illness and being LGBT are not the same thing.
  5. No LGBT person in popular media represent us all. We’re all unique and different, because we’re all fucking human??
  6. No, my name is not a nickname. It is my name. Whether it is my birth name or not is irrelevant.
  7. Teachers, you can be the most supportive and amazing people ever and I’d like to take a second to thank my English teacher for being so supportive.
  8. Stop using us as jokes. Like, I really fucking hate it. Just don’t.
  9. We’re normal! We’re nothing scary, we’re not going to attack you for being cis, and we don’t want anything more than your support and love!
  10. Teach your kids or siblings or parents or whoever these rules. They’re simple, easy, and can make a trans person’s day when you follow them!

Sorry for being so angry. I’m just sick of people calling me a lesbian.

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Doodles that I don’t feel like cleaning up any more than this

it’s my favorite friends again ✨

Clingy

Originally posted by pinkharold

This is so angsty, but I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you to whoever requested. Keep spreading the love. xx - L

You overhear Harry talking badly about you at a party.

Warnings: angsty, light smut

Word Count: 1,728

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No Regrets - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Originally posted by little--batman

Summary: Soulmate!AU - When your soulmate gets hurt you receive a flower tattoo on your body on the same location they were wounded. Imagine (Y/N) having her whole left arm covered in flowers while Buckys whole hand was covered in them.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warning: There really isn’t any, unless you’re afraid of Bucky finding happiness. If you’re afraid of that I feel sorry for you.

A/N: First soulmate au?? Been wanting to do this one long before I started this blog??

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When Bucky grew up he didn’t have flowers on him like the other kids. Nobody ever knew that, of course, he was good looking enough to get whoever he wanted at his hip. That’s one main reason why he got along with Steve, Steve never got any either. They both believed maybe they weren’t destined to have a soulmate, of course there was the option that their soulmates maybe never have been hurt but it was a long shot.

After being woken up from his cryogenic stasis and retrieving most of his memories back he realized his whole right hand was covered in flowers. He never believed he had a soulmate but it registered in his head that his soulmate was from a different time period than what he was from. He soon also figured out that Steve also had the same issue; He had a soulmate but was destined to meet them after he woke up from his frozen state.

As for (Y/N)? She had millions of flowers. Some were randomly placed on her body, Bucky had them as well. But the ones that stood out the most were the full sleeve she had on her left arm. She often hid it but lately she began to flaunt it off. Her soulmate had to have had something messed with their whole left arm, it wouldn’t have been that hard to point out in public too. She always looked out for the left arms of strangers in public, but she never had good luck.

Not only that but (Y/N) constantly looked at the hands of people as well. She knew they would have flowers there. She wasn’t as normal and ordinary as others, she had powers that nobody else had. She hid them, she knew what happened to people after they showed others the gifts they possessed. She was practically a human torch, she could heat up anything she wanted. When she was younger she was practicing and accidentally burned her hands, it was so bad that she couldn’t use them for weeks and had to make up an excuse that she did it while cooking something. Of course everyone believed her because nobody thought of the alternative that she had super powers. She hated the way her hands looked, scars covered them from her wrist to the top of her fingers, she would never go anywhere without hiding them with gloves.

She was cleaning up the counters of her job in the middle of the day when an oddly large group walked in. She sighed to herself knowing she would have to take care of them because the only other person on duty was already at another table. (Y/N) was wearing a classic blue and white waitress outfit and her jacket, it was a chilly day so nobody obliged to her clothing choices. She often wore a jacket anyways, only due to the tattoos crawling up her left arm.

(Y/N) walked up to the table that the group had chose to sit at before preparing herself to take their orders. She flipped open her small notebook before taking the pen out of her pocket, plastering a fake smile on her face.

“Hello, I’m (Y/N). I’ll be your waitress today, if you need anything please run it by me! I can order your drinks if you would like and while I go make them I’ll give you time to choose what you’d like to order.” She gave a toothy smile before looking at everyone, waiting for someone to point out what they’d like to drink.

“I’ll just have a water, please.” The blonde male spoke up first and gave you a smile.

“Me too, I’d like a water.” His darker friend next to him ordered the same thing and thanked her shortly after.

“I’ll have a strawberry milkshake and my pal here would like a coffee, please.” A redhead clapped her hands before patting her older friend on the back, receiving a glare that soon turned into a joking smile.

“And you two?” (Y/N) looked at the two males who haven’t given a drink yet. One was looking at the menu while the other was staring off into his lap.

“I suppose you don’t have alcohol here, do you?” A bearded (and clearly) wealthy man gave her a look before setting the drink menu down.

“No sir. The only drinks we have are on that menu.”

“Then I’ll just have a shake as well. Make it a mint.”

She wrote down the drink before focusing her gaze on the quiet man. His head was down and his conscience clearly wasn’t with the rest of them. His long brown hair overlapped most of his face and a hat was covering his eyes. He wore a baggy black sweatshirt and gloves. If anything, he didn’t want to be there and it was very noticeable.

“He’ll have a water too, thanks.” The same blonde from earlier spoke up on the quiet mans behalf. She nodded with a smile before returning to behind the counter to make the drinks. She was almost done until a bit of the mint milkshake spilt onto the sleeve of her jacket. She cursed quietly to the point where only she could hear herself and removed her jacket, setting it in the back room before looking at her tattooed arm in disgust. She always wanted to flaunt her arm around but never while on the job. She mostly got bad looks from it and it often decreased her chances on a tip. If it meant less money, then she wasn’t a big fan.

She finished the drinks before placing them onto a tray and carrying them to the table with one hand. She set half of it down on the table and half balanced with her knee before she started to hand them out towards everyone. When she was finished she set the tray under her arm and pulled out her notebook once again to write down the orders of the group. She smiled to the few who thanked her for the drinks.

“Have enough time to figure out what you want to eat?” She put on the same fake smile as before. They ordered their food one after one and yet again the quiet man was the one that was last to order. She looked up at him only to realize his eyes were strongly fixated onto her arm. Her confidence completely dropped knowing the meaning behind his stare, every time a customer laid eyes onto her arm she felt insecure, she felt as if she should apologize like it was her fault, and so she did.

“I am so very sorry, sir. I’ll go put on my jacket.” She was about to quickly go throw on her stained jacket before he spoke up in a deep, raspy voice. It was the first words he had spoken since he entered the building.

Why do you wear gloves?” She stopped in her tracks and stared at his with wide eyes. By this point the rest of the group had realized why he was so interested in her arm and hands. They all shared the same look, they all wondered if this was Buckys soulmate.

“To hide what’s underneath.” Her eyebrows were furrowed at the mysterious man. She had to admit, she had no idea what his deal was. First he stares at her arm and then asks what she is hiding underneath the leather on her hands. Of course, she was oblivious to what was happening but perhaps it’s because she didn’t know what was under his left arms sleeve.

Buckys right arm pulled down the zipper of his jacket before tearing it off. At the same time he ripped off the gloves from his hands and stared at the flowers inked perfectly around his palms. (Y/N)’s eyes widen as she looked at the cybernetic limb connected to his body. His whole left arm was missing, and her whole left arm was covered. Bucky raised his human hand and showed her the printings on it, his eyebrow raised as he focused his gaze on her covered hands.

Overcoming her ego, she set the tray and notebook down on a nearby table before unbuckling the bucks on her gloves and sliding them off. Her hands were burnt beyond any recognition, if it weren’t for the obvious figure by her fingers and palms, you wouldn’t be able to tell it was actual human flesh. Bucky soon stood up and walked towards (Y/N).

“Come with me.” He whispered into her ear with a stern voice. She quickly caught on before grabbing her notebook and handing it to her co-worker. Her co-worker nodded in agreement, by the look on (Y/N)’s face she knew she needed a moment. She quickly thanked her before running out the front doors to meet up with the stranger who just so happened to possibly be her soulmate. When she walked out he had his hat in one hand balanced on his hip and his other was running through his hair. They stood there silently for a minute before he looked her in the eye and spoke up.

“I have a line of flowers on my lower back.” His hand went to the neck of his shirt before lifting up a bit to show the tattoo on his back. (Y/N)’s hand came to cover her mouth. It was the same scar she received when she was little, it reach from the lower part of her back to the middle. If she wasn’t wearing a dress she would have showed him then and there to prove to him.

You’re my soulmate.” She spoke through her hand. He hands dropped to his sides as he stared at face. He stared at every detail noticeable by the human eye before looking at her burnt hands covering her lips. He saw the way her nose perked out, the way her (Y/E/C) eyes stared at his. Her eyes were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he could stare at them for hours. He stared at her luscious (Y/H/C) hair and the way it was perfectly laying above her shoulders.

“God, you’re beautiful.” His hand hesitantly came up and caressed hers, overlapping her cheek. Within a second her hands snaked around the boys neck and pulled his body into a tight hug. His body tensed up from the contact but soon after he relaxed and put his around her waist. She set her head in the crook of his neck and smelt his amazing aroma. After a moment of standing there (Y/N) opened her eyes and saw his friends staring out the side window at them. She let out a small giggle before pointing into their direction.

When Bucky turned around he let out a big scoff before giving them the finger, his lips turned into a smile once he heard the beautiful, moment-stopping laugh escaping her lips. He grabbed her hand before giving it a kiss and staring at the scars left on her.

“You shouldn’t hide your hands, you know.”

“And you shouldn’t hide your arm.”

Bucky had stayed with (Y/N), sitting at the bar stool where she normally would be behind the stand. His friends soon left after eating and patted him on his back, knowing he was going to stay for a while. They talked all night like normal people having a normal conversation. He learned about her past and she learned about his.

“So why exactly did you feel the need to put your jacket on earlier when I was looking at your arm? And why do you wear the gloves? I mean I understand the looks you would get from people, I get them too when people see my arm but… I’m just asking why you care of what others think.”

She set the last dirty dish into the washer before turning it on and facing him. “It doesn’t give you the best reputation.” She removed the rubber gloves from her hands and placed them into the trash before lifting her hands and studying every crease and imperfection.

“I hate being known as the girl with the burnt hands. I hate receiving stares and sympathy looks. I hate walking down the street and hearing someone whisper ‘that really must have hurt’. People who want their food suspect that a well professional, that isn’t covered in ink and scars will serve them, hiding them not only satisfies their needs but it gets me more money. It’s just how business works.”

His hands reach for hers and brought them up to his lips. He kissed the top of her hand over and over and looked into her eyes.

“Don’t ever feel like you need to hide anything from me. You’re my soulmate and I wouldn’t want you any other way. Besides, your arm is my fault anyways. If I hadn’t lost my arm then-” (Y/N) smiled at him before cutting him off.

“Don’t. I wouldn’t want you any other way.” His teeth shined through and she mimicked his smile. They had been there hour after hour talking about anything and everything. It was the first time Bucky had truly opened up to someone and he didn’t regret it at all. He loved the way she would smile and laugh at any joke he said, whether it was funny or not. He loved the way she would give him a concerned and loving look after he shared a hurtful memory from his past. He loved the way she would listen to every word he would say, thoughtfully while simultaneously thinking of the perfect thing to say back. He wasn’t even suppose to originally come to this restaurant at first but Steve insisted, and he didn’t regret giving into his best friends wishes. He didn’t regret anything he did in his life because it all led up to this moment, the moment where he met the love of his life.

He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He didn’t regret a thing.

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i’m dying someone reposted some of my jaytim art and the taglines omg

yeah that’s totally what i was aiming at

show you care for your bro by kissing him passionately on the mouth

anonymous asked:

REDDIE PROMPT WHERE THEYRE IN COLLEGE AND RICHIE IS ALWAYS LATE TO SCHOOL AND EDDIE IS JUST LIKE THIS GUY IS CUTE SO LEMMIE JUST,, “HEY DUDE,, YOU NEED A RIDE OR SOME SHIT??” AND THATS HOW THEY END UP MAKING OUT AND ~STUFF IN EDDIES CAR, SKIPPING CLASS THE NEXT DAY

Okay so first off I’m really sorry that this took me so long to get to whoever requested it. this was seriously one of the first requests I got and I should have tried to get it done sooner. that being said I really liked how it turned out and I hope everyone does too!!


Eddie, like most university students absolutely hated morning classes. He seriously had no clue why they were a thing. It should be a law that school can’t start until 9AM. Minimum.

He blamed Bill for the early morning torture he had signed up for. Bill didn’t want to take creative writing alone and since it technically fulfilled Eddie’s English credit requirement, Eddie thought it would be a good idea.

He was completely wrong.

So now instead of having a nice relaxing morning to sleep in he had to wake up at 6 in the morning and drive for 45 minutes in morning traffic, all while hating himself, just to sit through a class that he didn’t really like.

It’s not that he didn’t like it exactly. He just never had anything to write about. Bill could just pull ideas out of his ass while had Eddie struggled to think of a topic for the prompt “Write anything”. There was a reason Eddie had gone the medical route. All he had to do for that was know stuff, and seeing that his mother had basically made him live in the ER when he was younger, he knew quite a bit.

Eddie sat at his desk with his head down, his arms wrapped around him, blocking any light from hitting his eyes. He popped one eye out when he heard something being placed in front of him.

Bill had arrived offering a peace treaty of coffee and a bagel for the campus coffee shop. Eddie reached his hand out and pulled the bagel into his little ‘cave’, nibbling on it sleepily. Bills morning treats were one of the two things Eddie liked about this class.

“Oh come on Eddie, waking up early isn’t that bad.” Bill chirped, much too lively for Eddie to handle at the current time.

“That’s because you’re used to it with your stupid hikes and stuff,” Eddie grumbled pulling the coffee towards him, he was going to try to drink it with his head still down but decided he wanted to start the morning drinking the coffee, not wearing it. So he sat up and rested his head on his hand, looking over at Bill.

“If you came with me sometime, you’d also be okay with waking up early.” Bill replied taking his seat beside Eddie and pulling a binder out of his bag.

Eddie just responded with a sound and reached down to pull his binder out as well.

The teacher started class shortly after that, something about antagonists. The coffee was really doing its job, and Eddie slowly felt less like he wanted to kill someone and more like a solid punch would be okay.

About 20 minutes into the teacher talking and taking mindless notes, the door handle clicked and the door swung open. Since the door was at the front of the room everyone’s attention turned from the teacher to the guy at the door.

He was the other thing Eddie like about the class.

So what if Eddie had a crush on some guy he’d never spoken to, he wasn’t afraid to admit it. accept he was. Not even Bill, who he would consider his best friend knew about the weird crush he had on the guy from their creative writing class that would always come in late.

Like seriously it was almost impressive how consistently late he was.

“Mr. Tozier. Please take your seat.” The teacher instructed without looking over at the door.

Eddie had found out his name was Richie by maybe Facebook stalking him the first time he had heard his last name.

Richie saluted to the teacher and crossed the room to his seat at the back corner of the room. Eddie slyly turned his head to watch him walk to his desk. He fist bumped with the redhead he always sat with as he took his seat.

Eddie assumed that was his girlfriend by the way they acted together. That didn’t mean he couldn’t look, right?

So that was how Eddie spent most of his mornings, barely listening to lectures and sneakily glancing over his shoulder at the hot guy that sat at the back of the class. Once Richie got there the class seem to move a lot faster.

The teacher wrapped up her lesson and dismissed everyone. Eddie had been zoning out looking out the window for the past ten minutes so when Bill shook his shoulder his head jerked down in surprise. Everyone was packing up.

He was looking up at Bill confused when he heard a laugh come from the back of the room. He looked over his shoulder to see Richie covering his mouth with his hand and staring right at him.

Eddie quickly spun around to face the front of the room.

Had he zoned out staring at Richie? He didn’t think so but he couldn’t be sure. Great now Richie was going to think he was some weirdo who stares at people blankly during class. He shot out of his chair, threw his backpack on, and grabbed his binder from the desk. Rushing out of the room, leaving a very confused Bill at behind.

He stopped when he was in the hallway and moved out of the way of other students trying to get to class. Leaning against the wall he waited for Bill, hoping he would get the memo and hurry after him before Richie left the classroom.

Of course he didn’t and Eddie stood there, sinking further down the wall, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible when Richie and the red head walked out of the class and right passed him. The girl was talking as they passed but Richie turned from her to look straight at Eddie and laugh.

Eddie was sure his face was bright red. How was he supposed to come to class after this?

Bill followed shortly after and found Eddie by the wall, red-faced and slightly freaking out. The two left the building, Eddie refusing to explain to Bill what was going on. They meet Mike out on campus and walked to the next class together.

Eddie felt like he was having a midlife crisis at twenty. He made it through the rest of the day and headed home that evening dreading coming back to school the next day.

But of course the next day came. And Eddie hated missing classes, even stupid morning ones where the guy he liked was there and would probably laugh at him and God Eddie really hoped Bill brought something really good this morning because the other reason he went to this class was really stressing him out. The weather mimicked his mood as it began to rain.

He resentfully got into his car and realized he was actually earlier than usual. Great, so now he was going to get to class extra early and have to sit there and wait for like half an hour. 

Absolutely not.

Eddie decided to take a longer route than he normally did, hopefully killing enough time so that he would just get to class on time.

He turned down an unfamiliar road and followed it for a bit. Getting slightly lost and unable to see the street signs through the rain. He turned down another side street, this one seeming to be completely dead. Completely dead except for a single person walking along the sidewalk.

They had a hood pulled over their head and they were soaking wet.

Why would anyone be walking right now, there were bus stops everywhere and by how wet they were, it was pretty obvious that they had been walking for a while.

Eddie slowed his car down and watched them. It wasn’t until he got relatively close that he realized who it was.

Of fucking course, it was Richie. Who else would it be. Eddie must have pissed off some god. what else would explain the slim chance that the one person he was trying to avoid was the only person walking down a street that Eddie never went down.

He was about to step on the gas and get as far away as he could but stopped when he noticed Richie shivering.

It was too early to be dealing with moral dilemmas. Eddie slowed his car down even more and stayed about a car length behind Richie as he walked. Maybe he had his car park somewhere up here and was just walking to it.

“I’m not being creepy; I’m being a concerned classmate.” Eddie justified to himself as he followed Richie for another block.  

When two more blocks passed Eddie was convinced Richie planned to walk the whole way. But there was no way, the university campus was still another fifteen-minute drive.

Eddie took a deep breath and speed up a bit coming to a stop a little in front of Richie. He rolled his window down and stuck his head just out of the window

“Hey there.” He called, immediately mentally slapping himself. he probably looked like the biggest stalker right now.

Richie looked over at him confused before recognition filled his face and he pulled an earbud out and approached Eddie’s car.

“Hey yourself, you’re from writing class right?” Richie asked as he leaned an arm on the top of Eddie’s car. Eddie honestly didn’t know which would have been worse. If he recognized him or if he didn’t. this was pretty bad.

“Yeah,” Eddie said laughing awkwardly. This was worst. “So um, are you planning on walking to class today?” He continued, trying to get right to the point. Eddie wasn’t the best “small talker”.

“Yeah, I was. It is such a beautiful day. Shame to waste it.” Richie joked nodding up towards the sky. Eddie laughed awkwardly again. He wasn’t serious, was he. Eddie wasn’t 100% sure but he figured it would take another 30 to 45 minutes to get to the campus from here.

“I’m heading that way if you want to um, catch a ride with me or something,” Eddie asked.

Richie stared down at him and smiled.

“I’d get your car all wet. But thanks for the offer. I’ll see you in class.” Richie said as he pushed off from Eddie car and headed back to the sidewalk. Eddie didn’t move for a few seconds before inching forward and stopping just in front of Richie again.

“This cars pretty shitty already, and if you walk from here you’ll be late.” Eddie pointed out

“But if I’m not late what will your excuse be for watching me walk to my seat.” Richie laughed as Eddie’s face lit up. He started to stutter which only made Richie laugh harder.

“Okay, okay I’ll take the ride if you calm down, I was just joking,” Richie said between breaths as he approached the car, this time rounding the front. Eddie rolled his window up gawking at where Richie had been. He saw his reflection in the closed window and saw how red his face was. Well, he had gotten what he wanted.

Richie pulled the passenger seat open shook off as much water as he could before entering the car.

Without saying anything, Eddie stepped on the gas and sped off towards school.

“So do you offer rides to all the boys you stare at or am I just special?” Richie asked after a few minutes of silence past between them. Eddie’s eyes widened as he drove.

“I don’t stare at you.” Eddie defended, biting his lip.

“You sure about that?” Richie laughed, looking at the side of Eddie’s face. Eddie could see the disbelieving look Richie was giving him from the corner of his eye.

“Okay, so what if I stare at you.” Eddie challenged. He had no clue where the sudden confidence was coming from but he knew that he needed it to get through the rest of this car ride.

Richie looked taken aback by his answer for a second before a smile broke out across his face.

“I do too.” He said, still grinning at Eddie. Eddie turned his head from the road to look over at Richie in surprise.

“W-what” He stuttered, turning back to face the road when he almost ran into the car in front of him.

Richie laughed again from beside him.

“Yeah, all the time. You do some pretty cute things in class. Like almost falling asleep.” Richie turned to look out the front window. “I was going to talk to you after class yesterday actually, but you looked like you were going through some stuff.”

Eddie was beyond confused. Was he on some kind of TV show. There was no way that this was his real life right now. Eddie made the turn into the student parking lot and pulled into his parking spot.

“That was umm, nothing. Forget about yester…” Eddie said turning to face Richie, who had quietly moved his face so it was right in front of Eddie’s when he turned. Eddie froze and stared. Richie leaned in slightly closer

“I never asked for your name,” Richie whispered leaning in even closer.

“um, E-Eddie.” He whispered back, unable to move.

“well Eds, Thanks for the ride.” He placed his hand on Eddie’s thigh.

Eddie was the one who finally closed the gap between them. He softly pressed his lips against Richie. Richie hesitated for a second, thrown off my Eddie’s boldness but quickly gathered himself and pressed back.

The soft kiss quickly escalated into Richie leaning over the console to push Eddie back against the driver’s door. Eddie, not wanting to be upstaged in the impromptu make-out session was the one to intensify the kiss by licking his tongue along Richie’s bottom lip

Richie moaned at the feeling. He returned the favor by pressing Eddie harder into the door and exploring his mouth with his tongue.

This is really not how Eddie saw today going. Like, he wasn’t going to complain but it really was a curveball.

Eddie pushed on Richie’s shoulders and they separated, panting for breath but not moving too far from the other.

“Wait, wait. Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Eddie asked starting to panic. He was not down with being a homewrecker.

“Girlfriend? Who Bev?” Richie looked extremely confused and then he laughed loudly when Eddie blushed a deeper shade of red.

Richie raised his hand to Eddie’s cheek and kiss him lightly.

“Bev is like my best friend, almost like an annoying little sister. I’m only taking this class because of her.” He reassured before leaning in to kiss Eddie again. Eddie kissed back enthusiastically before abruptly pulling back.

“Fuck. Class.” Eddie shrieked looking down at the clock. They were ten minutes late to class.

“Shit.” Eddie reached into the back seat and grabbed his backpack before throwing the driver seat door open. Richie laughed as he watched him, and jumped out of the car. Eddie grabbed his hand instinctively and pulled him as he ran towards the English building.

He flung the classroom door open, dropping Richie’s hand and froze when everyone turned to stare at him. Eddie dropped his head and half ran over to his spot, where Bill was gaping up at him. Eddie dropped down beside him and hid his face in his arms.

A second later he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll take another ride sometime,” Richie whispered into his ear as he walked past him towards his seat.

Eddie’s entire face lit up but he smiled into his arms.

Today definitely didn’t turn out the way he thought it would. And he was definitely okay with that.


Hope everyone liked it!


Tag list (I’ll get it right this time!)

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Quick Supergirl rant

Honestly I’m still, 2 weeks later, pissed the fuck off over the Maggie/Kara conflict, ie. blatant lie the CW made up just for conflict purposes. I can’t remember a time Kara has ever tried to solve a problem by punching her way out before she has tried to talk her way out of things. It’s a lesson she learnt in Human For A Day and has always tried to talk to people, usually before Alex can have a chance at shooting them. Remember how much Kara tried to talk down Astra for most of season 1 and she was getting through to her, and Alex went straight for the kill? If anything, the words/fists argument should have been between Maggie and Alex, since Alex shoots first asks questions never and even went as far to blow up CADMUS while she was in the building.

And then in Resist, when Kara tries to talk Rhea down from invading Earth, and in fact fucks the whole plan to blow up the mothership because Alex had to wait to fire the cannon and then it got destroyed, because Kara wanted to talk to Rhea. 

I’m not even gunna talk about the fact that Maggie just happened to know who Guardian is despite never being told, and the blatant reuse of the mind controlled family member at the end of the penultimate episode that has to fight Kara into the final episode. 

Honestly it’s like they hire a new writer every week and make sure whoever they hire hasn’t seen a single episode of Supergirl.

Reaction to you flinching & covering your face during an argument

Request: BTS reactions to you flinching & covering your face in protection during a heated argument

❌ This reaction involves domestic violence/abusive relationships so if this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read it. ❌


Seokjin:
At this point you couldn’t even remember why you two were fighting, all you knew was there were hurtful words being said, but nothing either of you actually meant.
“Jin I can’t believe you right now, you’re such an asshole!”
“Fuck you y/n. I give up, I don’t know what you want me to do.” He said while throwing his hands in the air. You knew he would never hit you, but his sudden action caused you to flinch and cover your face in defence.
“No no no.. y/n I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to scare you, you know I’d never hurt you right? I love you, I’m sorry.”

Namjoon:
You guys were arguing because he hasn’t been home very often due to working on their comeback. You knew it wasn’t his fault, but you still wanted time with him to yourself.
“Y/n I’m sorry but I have things to do! You’re not the only important thing in my life you know!” He said while raising hands to run them through his hair in frustration. As he raised his hands, you automatically assumed he was going to hurt you, so you covered your face to defend yourself. When he saw you do this, his frustrated expression quickly turned into a soft, sad one.
“Y/n, baby. I.. I would never hurt you. I’m sorry, I know things are hard with this comeback but I promise I’ll spend more time with you, okay? I love you.”

Yoongi:
He was always blowing you off, but would never tell you why. Today was the day you found the courage to ask him why. Your mind was running wild, thinking of this possibility that he could be cheating on you broke your heart, but you needed to know.
“Yoongi, you’ve been really distant the past few weeks. Are you.. cheating on me?” You asked in almost a whisper, afraid of his reaction.
He just stared at you, both emotionless but shocked.
“What the actual fuck, y/n? You think I’d cheat on you?!” He yelled, pinning you to the wall.
He raised his hand which caused you to flinch. When he saw the scared expression on your face, he realized what he was doing and let go of you and lowered his hand. With tears in his eyes, he said;
“Y/n.. I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what got in to me. I would never hit you, I hope you know that. I am so so sorry.. I love you..”

Hoseok:
You and Hobi have been fighting about pretty much everything lately, and he was sick of it.
“All we do it fight y/n! I don’t wanna do this anymore!”
“Do what? Be with me? Fine! I’ll leave then.” You said while walking towards the door.
He grabbed your wrist and roughly pulled you towards him which made you flinch. By now you both had tears in your eyes.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rough, I do want to be with you. I just don’t wanna fight, okay?”

Jimin:
Jimin has been spending a lot of time with his new friend. You didn’t want to assume that he had feelings for her just because she’s a girl; you knew that a boy and girl could be just friends, but whenever he texts her, he blocks his phone so you can’t see. When she calls him, he won’t answer unless you’re not there. Any logical person would think he’s cheating, so why shouldn’t you think that? And to make matters worse, it was the day before your birthday, and he was with her instead of you. He had finally come home around 2 in the morning, and that’s when you’d had enough.
“Jimin what the fuck?! You’ve been out with that girl more than we have the whole time we’ve been together!”
“So? That’s none of your business!”
“Wow, Jimin. It IS my business. You know why? Because my boyfriend who I thought I could trust is now cheating on me! Why are you even here? Why don’t you go spend time with her?”
“Jesus, y/n. I don’t need your damn permission to go out with friends! And for your information, I’ve been with her planning a surprise party for YOU. Happy fucking birthday.” He said as he threw the glass that was on the table beside him.
He turned away after that, so he didn’t realize that the glass was thrown right beside you, making you flinch and cover your face so you wouldn’t get hurt. It wasn’t until he heard your quiet cries that put his angry emotions aside and turned around to face you.
“Y/n.. jagiya, I… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to throw it at you, it was a mistake I swear. Are you okay? Baby I’m so sorry…”

Taehyung:
It was a pointless argument. Taehyung was going on and on about how you shouldn’t be wearing such a short skirt on your date, but you saw it as your body, your choice, and Taehyung telling you what you could and couldn’t wear was crossing the line. You were leaning with your back against the wall with your arms crossed.
“I can wear whatever I want Tae, you’re not the boss of me.” You said while rolling your eyes.
That, unfortunately was a mistake. You rolling your eyes, disrespecting him was enough to set him off. He had his hands balled into fists and he snapped. The next thing you knew, his fists had created two holes in the wall, both right beside your head. This, of course caused you to flinch. His face was centimetres from yours, both of you in shock. A single tear fell from your eye and that was what made Taehyung realize how violent he was being.
“I.. jagiya.. I’m sorry. I didn’t hurt you did I? You know I would never do that to you.. I don’t know what happened. I’m so sorry, I love you..”

Jungkook:
Possessiveness. Greed. Jealousy.
Not very good words, yet they describe your long time boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook. This “International Playboy” could flirt with whoever he wanted, but when you do as much as even look at another guy, all hell breaks loose when you two are alone.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK Y/N?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, FLIRTING WITH HIM RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.”
He was furious. You’d never actually been scared of Jungkook, but this time was different. You may have been scared of his reaction, but you weren’t go to be treated like this nonetheless.
“I WASN’T FUCKING FLIRTING JUNGKOOK. YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT FLIRTING IS?!”
“Please, enlighten me.”
“Flirting is talking with every fucking girl you see when you’re on tour. Yeah, I know about that. I’m fucking done, jungkook. Done with your shit, done with us.”
And with that, you turned to leave your shared apartment. You had your hand on the doorknob as you felt a strong force turn you around and push you to the side. Jungkook never meant to actually push you, only to move you out of the way so you wouldn’t leave. So when he saw the shocked, scared look on your face, he immediately wanted to help in any way he could. He knelt down to help you up, but when he reached his hand out to you, you flinched and covered your face in fear he’d hurt you. This completely and utterly broke Jungkook’s heart. He loved you more than anything and you were afraid of him. This caused him to break down in tears in front of you. The rest of the night would be extremely quiet aside from him apologizing the entire night.
“I’m so sorry, y/n. I mean it. I would never purposely hurt you, I hope you know that. I’m sorry for everything.. but I do love you.”

I got way too carried away with these oops