canteen of thoughts

Science Fair part 2

Bucky high school AU request, where he and the Avengers are basically the popular crowd but not arseholes and the Reader is kind of nerdy and just keeps to herself and her small group of friends but catches his eye? xxx - anon

I’d totally be up for a continuation of Science Fair if you ever wanted to do that! It was adorable and fun! <33 xx ; I’d really love to see a part 2 of Science Fair! ; Can you please make a second part to this?!; Omg please make this a series - @this-is-menot-caring​ ; Okay but what happened after lunch?? I’m such trash for this now - @poe-also-bucky

A/N- So I got an overwhelming response for Science Fair and these are all the people who asked for a part 2 that I could find so I tagged you because it’s been awhile since part 1.

Part 1

Originally posted by enochianess

It was the following day and lunch was approaching, you made your way to the back of the field and sat under one of the trees. You texted Bucky where you were and flipped your phone in your hand anxiously, you hadn’t told your friends about what happened or where you were. No one knew you were here. What if this was all just some set up? A practical joke and in a few minutes Bucky would show up with his friends and reveal he had never been interested in you for real.

Of course the logical part of you knew that wasn’t true. Bucky was sweet and funny and seemed to genuinely care about the fact that you didn’t want to be in the spotlight, you just hoped your read on his character had been correct.

A few minutes later Bucky walked up to you and sat down in front of you, “Hi,” he gave you a smile that was enough to make your heart melt.

“Hi,” you said shyly, blushing. You discreetly looked around you for any notion that someone was watching you but nobody was, you turned your gaze back to Bucky, “I had fun last night.”

If possible, his grin got wider. “Yeah? Me too,” he nodded, “I brought some food, if you want it?” he asked.

You were going to turn down the offer but your stomach rumbled, you usually ate in the canteen and you hadn’t thought to pack a lunch. “Sure,” you nodded and watched as Bucky began to pull stuff from his bag.

First he set down a small blanket on the grass in front of you then began placing food on top, he pulled out sandwiches, chocolate bars, fruit, pudding cups, juice boxes, crisps and neatly arranged them on the blanket. “Wow, you really prepared for this,” you commented astonished.

He smiled sheepishly and a small blush graced his cheeks, “I wanted to impress you,” he admitted.

You couldn’t contain your grin, you picked up a sandwich and took a bite. “These are so good,” you said, taking another bite of one of the best sandwiches you had eaten in a long while. The sandwiches they served at school were bad on Mondays when they were freshest but the ones that didn’t get eaten were frozen overnight and served the next and so on and so forth until Friday when they didn’t even resemble edible food. This was the crap you had been eating for a year and Bucky’s fresh homemade sandwich was like heaven.

Bucky chuckled, “It’s just a sandwich.”

“Best damn sandwich I’ve ever eaten,” you quickly finished your sandwich and popped the straw through a juice box. “Your friends didn’t mind you not eating with them?” you asked.

He shook his head, “Nah, they probably won’t even realise I’m gone. What about your friends, no offence but you don’t seem to have many of them and surely they would notice you were gone?”

“None taken,” you assured him, you would rather have two amazing friends than ten not so good ones. “My other friends are in a science club this lunchtime. I like science but I don’t like the actual learning about it, space is cool and I want to know about it but the lessons and clubs here at school are such a drag, y’know?”

Bucky nodded, “Yup, I know exactly what you mean,” he agreed, the two of you ate in companionable silence for a few minutes before he spoke up again, “So, quick question. Would you like for this thing between us to continue?” he tried to ask casually.

You tensed up briefly but forced yourself to relax, “What do you mean?”

“Would you want us to like, sort of, uh, date?” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Like boyfriend and girlfriend?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I could tell my friends about you and be seen with you in public.”

You bit your lip, “Bucky, you know how I feel about being in the centre of attention-”

“So you don’t want to date me,” he slumped his shoulders.

“I do, I  just,” you assured him, “Can we take it slow? Like really really slow?”

“Can I tell Steve about you? I’ll make him promise not to say anything,” Bucky promised.

Slowly you nodded, “Okay, I guess that’s fair,” you agreed.

Bucky smiled at you, “Cool, good, because I really like you, Y/N.”

“I really like you, too,” you blushed.

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A/N- Okay part 2 down! I think I might do a third part a little further down the line but what do you guys want, let me know what you think. Requests are open xx 

Baby’s Breath PT.2

Genre: Romance/Angst

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

A/N: Thanks everyone for the positive feedback. This part is short and I’m sorry for that.(Y/FN - ‘your full name’)

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Canteen of Thoughts 12


The stairwell forward, like the mythological stairwell to “success”,
is shorter than the dragged out series of bricks
of hope appears. From afar
the outlook assures the mountain has no end: 
I doubt whether the rise really does die out.

Clouds suspend in their cushioned seats off yonder. 
Impatience is a boundless hill of detriments 
for the type of battles I have planned, 
a curse casted to the town
of warriors in my intestines.

I climb and climb…

The clear-cut slopes remind of a dream 
I cannot recall fully,
a love I cannot rid, 
a star I cannot reach to taste;
they yell of determination, of persistence,
but all the acreage of aspiration will surely crumble
if the demon faced ahead, similar to the devil
of my thoughts, is but one’s own
reflection.

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Matthew about Alan

“I was at Leavesden Studios today when I heard the news. As I walked through the canteen I thought of Alan queuing up for his lunch with us mere mortals. I recalled the trailer in which he offered me some of the greatest advice I ever received about this mad profession we shared. Being back in those corridors made me remember a lot of things and I will treasure those memories all my life. He inspired my career more than he ever knew and I’ll miss him”

(x)

anonymous asked:

On the topic of there wont be food and water i really would wanna see bellamy giving the last of his water or food to clarke and acting all casual about it(she wouldnt know of course cause she would freak out over it)

YES!!! omg but imagine it going both ways ??

there’s a shortage of drinkable water and everyone is going thirsty. Water is being rationed, mostly being kept in the med bay. Everyone’s dehydrated.

Bellamy notices during the day that Clarke’s hands are shaking more than his are, so he pours the rest of his canteen into hers when she’s asleep and when she wakes up she holds up her own canteen and frowns. “Funny… I thought I didn’t have any left.”

“Imagining things is probably a good sign that you should drink some more,” he replies wryly, and she’s successfully distracted by the joke, rolling her eyes before tipping her canteen back. 

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Clarke notices later that he’s walking really slowly during the day, not responding to questions until his name is said sharply. She digs in her pack for her last bag of nuts and presses it in his hand later.

He looks up at her. It’s a testament to how badly he needs it that he doesn’t immediately try to hand it back. “What about you,” he says slowly.

She smiles even as the hollowness of hunger claws up the insides of her stomach. “I’ve got lots in my pack,” she lies.

Watching him eat and become more steady on his feet the rest of the day is more satisfying than eating it herself, anyway.

Luke hemmings sad imagine

All i heard was the dull beat of the heart monitor and the silent crys of liz. I rubbed my tear stained eyes and sat up in uncomfortable chair, “how’s he doing” I crocked voice broke from the hours of crying liz sighed and fiddled with the hem of her sleeve “ the same” “oh” I replied tears brimming around my eyes once again. Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around me as i cried into there shirt “it’s okay Y/N” Andrew, lukes dad says rubbing my back “he’s going to leave me alone and he promised he would never leave me” I cried into his shirt. I looked over Andrews shoulder and saw my husband lying lifeless on a hospital bed face pale and gaunt with his hair matted to his scull with a thick layer of sweat, to see him my husband the father of my child supported by a mere machine made my tears flow faster how could this happen I think to myself shaking my head “it’s been five weeks” I explained pulling away and furiously rubbing my eyes “ do you guys mind if I have a moment with luke please” I asked in a shaky voice they looked worried but nodded their heads went out the room. I sighed and sat down on the chair next to luke I took his hands in mine, his skin was like ice and and was limp “luke come on don’t leave me ” I cry silently “our baby girl needs you I can’t do it on my own…” after a moment of waiting no hoping luke would just open his eyes and hold me I kissed his hand and blinked away my tears “I love you”. Suddenly the heart monitor started to beat faster and I could feel moment in his hand my eyes shot up, was I dreaming I thought but before I could shout for a nurse the hand fully clung to my arm and my Y/C/E met his pale blues but…something was different his eyes were filled with sadness pain defeat? Why did he feel defeat? he’s awake I thought, he’s back isn’t he here to stay “Y/N” i heard a weak voice barley above a wisper “luke” I cried in relief but before I could speak another word he continued “thank you so much for everything Y/N, tell my baby I love her and I will always love her and you forever and always” he said he’s voice cracking “ what luke…LUKE LUKE!” I pushed the emergency button as I saw lukes eyes shut slowly no….no…NO “luke stay with me baby come on, NURSE HELP luke come on open your eyes” i scream as nurses and doctors filled the room shoving me out in the process the world felt it was about cruble under my feet as I balled my eyes out “he..he. ..he was awake” I stammered to lukes family and band mates “ and an..” your words were cut short by a group of people hugging me telling me calming words but it won’t help I need luke, I need my other half losing him would be like losing apart of me. Hours later I was sat on a plastic chair stirring a cup of cold coffee everyone else was ether asleep or at the canteen I thought about what luke said why was he talking like that he can’t leave me we’ve been together for 10 years . My thoughts were interrupted by one of the nurses coming out of his room, I jumped from my seat and crossed my fingers in hope but it soon disappeared when I saw the look of the nurse her eyes showed pity.I felt as though my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach as she shook her head my world crashed around me, i fell to my knees I heard muffled crys and mumbles of people around me but I couldn’t care less my best friend, husband and father of my child is gone and I never felt more alone as i looked at my wedding ring, ‘forever’ I read over and over where’s mine and lukes forever.

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Hey guys this is my first sad imagine so please no hate but I do accept requests so feel free to ask hope you like it thanks!😊 xx

Canteen of Thoughts 13

those mutant ogres
crawl on the hairy backs
of all segments of the city.

they, too, scramble up
fitfully, like when
scouring for holy answers.
comets raise such questions,
with a shimmering
emphasis – those inquiries we submit,
aware there’s no
“right” reply 

 praying by some
divine intervention some person
interrogated could
defy the laws of a crappy life
and perform that resplendent
miracle for you.

the queries zigzag
and jet over our congested heads,
as though they hold a purpose
other than exhibiting how inwardly
penniless we are, that we crave
for reassurance in
empty bottles

unearthing only
empty responses,
and sugarcoated tales. 

why must we
do this? 

Canteen of Thoughts 14

though,
Question everything––
the contradictions pressing in seats
in the frames caressed with cold eyes
every sunrise, the inconsistency in tomorrow;
that I must look forward when
my mind always time travels 
to “back in
the day”,

before life was judged by  a number grade
and every face was a hundred percent 
the same…

Goals of fitting in fully Abolished
by personal rights leaders.

 Such luck,
only a sharp yell propels
my soul upward
to the next bus 
station.