cause it brings me back you

orange-icebreaker  asked:

Something I think is interesting is that Keith says "my mom left me". Considering his dad, why wouldn't he say "my mom left US"? Was Keith's dad dead by the time she left? Did she leave beforehand, with little Keith not registering his dad's loss of his significant other? Does the use of "Me" imply he blames himself, thinking she left *him* specifically?

yeah i’ve been thinking about that… because the wording is pretty specific. and as we’ve acknowledged and seen before, keith likes to establish the facts and gather the information with stuff. it’s quite a sweeping and very clear statement to say his mum left him if he isn’t sure of that being true. that discussion is all here, no point in paraphrasing if it’s already down haha.

but yeah following that and your message we ought to look at the mindscape for some more clues. bc honestly the way he deals with the news of his mother coming says a lot. @dent-de-leon did a cool answer about something related to this recently, i’ll see if i can find it and link it here.

Preface:

Okay yeah before we do that though, it’s really important to remember that the mindscape is really not the Objective Truth and neither is the vlog in many respects. Keith’s perception is not clear. With both, we absolutely cannot take keith’s words as such as Law and assume he’s on the mark about everything, because he’s just not. There’s so much turbulence and grief, shame and a whole bunch of other things embedded right at the crux of this.

We have to step back and evaluate what he says rather than just digest it as the truth - because there really is so much going on here. it is so personal and subjective, we’re seeing something very raw and getting a glimpse into how keith sees his own self. we’re not always our biggest fans, and whilst keith is self-aware in many things -  that doesn’t mean he’s accurate in his assessments of what he’s aware of, or that he’s aware of everything. With regards to the vlog let me just say yeah what he’s saying seems true to him, but we should take into account it’s coming from him. Which is awesome bc it gives us a glimpse further into how he operates and thinks ect.

also, there is a notable lapse built up by deep insecurities and thoughts he’s harboured for clearly a long time about himself (which is likely founded in how he’s been treated by people, inevitably caused by his past, ect).

the mindscape is rooted deeply in keith’s perceptions of other people, himself and events - alongside being the manifestations of his greatest hopes and fears according to kolivan. honestly imo nothing his dad says can be taken as truth or Actual Fact at all, because it’s not his dad - it’s KEITH. it’s all keith’s mind and that is the formulation of his dad, not his actually dad. Joaquim actually brought that up in an interview: 

You don’t know exactly what went down or how it went down. Even the way he is able to find out about his past is sort of through re-living a virtual mindscape. His history wasn’t even real events with his dad, it was this sort of subconscious manifestation that explained everything to him. [x]

so i think for the sake of keeping this rhetoric present we’ll call keith’s father holo!dad bc that’s actually what he is.

mindscape GETS ME SO GOD DAMN EXCITED LIKE HOLY SHIT. the mindscape is like the best and coolest example of unreliable narrator. but honestly? the most exciting thing to me about that is that tells us so much more because it’s an unreliable narrator. 

okay ANyway. MOVING TO THE POINT: here’s how im gonna lay this out. we’ll talk about his dad in the mindscape first, what’s mentioned about his mother there, and then swing it back round to that vlog! im also gonna put all this under a cut bc it’s like 3K.

let’s go!


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anonymous asked:

I notice some people don't like alluka which shock me cause she so adorable but the main reason cause many think she ex-manic since killua never mention her and only been brought up when gon was dying so do you think she was just brought up last minute to bring gon back or was an interesting character that could be explore more?

Heyo!!

huuh tricky question.

Alluka was planned from the start as a member of the Zoldyck family though. During the Zoldyck Family arc, it’s mentioned the Zoldyck have 5 children. In the arc itself we are only aware of Illumi, Milluki and Kalluto’s existence, but it’s hinted at that there is another one.

and when Kalluto talks about how he wants to find his brother back, in the CA arc, the family picture we see of the Zoldyck includes Alluka.

finally, we knew that the Zoldyck children were named in a way so they would make a shiritori. that is to say, the child name’s start with the ending of the previous sibling’s name

so we had Illumi, you take the Mi and get Milluki , you take the Ki and you get Killua, then Alluka and Kalluto (IlluMilluKilluAlluKalluto)

so because of that everyone knew of another sibling already in the zf arc, and we knew the sibling was named Alluka. so Her Existence was planned from the start.

Her powers, however, could be argued to… be coming out of nowhere. I kinda understand the Deus Ex Machina aspect of that, since she was never mentioned before, but I’m personally good with the excuse that Illumi’s needle had Killua forget her, since the needle was made to control Killua and his love for Alluka would hold him back and be a problem for the Zoldyck trying to control her too.

Now i don’t think it’s worth hating on her for that. Imo, if Nanika does come from the Dark continent, it also becomes probably just another indication of what awaits in the DC. So in the end it might just be a build up to the story itself. And with the needle and also the Chimera Ants coming from the DC, i suppose it’s likely it was part of a build up for the upcoming storylines.

and besides, i think the storyline made enough of the point that the horror of Gon almost dying wasn’t in his death itself, but on the suicidal reasons that brought him to it, and the result that he doesn’t have his Nen anymore still.
There’s a lot more to explore with Gon achieving his goal, yet not being satisfied by it, and by him losing everything he gained in that journey for that Goal to start with.

Also i think she brings more to Killua’s storyline. Killua always ran away from his abusive family, for good reasons, but i feel like coming back for Alluka and trying to fix things could be part of a recovery process in which he could confront this abuse. Which to me is an interesting storyline as his journey as a character had been to challenge what his family wanted him to be and do.

(not to mention that she’s a really amazing and endearing character and that her dynamic with Nanika is really one of a kind and nice to see.)

and imo that’s where i stand on that point. A Deus Machina to justify a cheap powerup or twist is not good, but if it is well enough written so it fits the world building, and that it brings much more to the character’s journey and trouble, i don’t have issue with that. Especially if we got hints to that before.

Now if people hate on her because Killua decided to leave with her instead of staying with Gon………. that’s another story and this is really shitty :/

but ye i get the deus ex machina feeling but to me this is well written and is brought up for good reasons without feeling cheap. So i don’t feel it as a deus ex machina.

however again we knew from the start Killua had another sibling, so the fact he never mentioned her before doesn’t mean she was put in the story for a deus ex machina, her being mentioned but never actually talked about was a deliberate move by Togashi and therefore ot can be argued for how long he had been thinking about that element of the story.

So ye I love Alluka and she deserves better.

take care!!!

The signs:

Aries: Something about you makes my blood boil in a unique, uncomfortable way, you are full of mystery. You have black holes for eyes, remarkably, that are too intense for most people to look into. You have no control over your greatness, you were born this way. Notice it and blossom. Not a single person on earth can blossom like you can. Not a single person can blossom like you will. You have great and empowering words to say in this life, make sure to say all of them without fear. You are not afraid. Be great.

Taurus: You are so lovely, the embodiment of nature, the embodiment of all the naturality in life created by the one and only, engulfing creator. I remember losing you and all nature that surrounded me seemed to shrivel and die. My heart ached when I heard the crunch under my feet of every dead leaf I walked upon. It brought me so much pain, i felt like death. I lost my vision and a bright white light came over me, fading into a soft glow and all I could see was your face. If I was dying, this was my glimpse of heaven, it made me want to die. I would rather die with your image in my mind than not have you in such a short, sometimes seemingly meaningless life such as this one. Perhaps you were just too lovely to be with someone like me, perhaps too lovely to be in my filthy grasp. You are my glimpse of heaven. How I long to be able to tell you that. How I long to be able to sing to you and whisper you the sweet words I never did. I am so sorry.

Gemini: I feel so naked when I’m with you. You strip me of my walls, you strip me of my guarded defenses, leaving me completely and utterly vulnerable. You shatter any mental boundaries I possess. You open my mind to the awareness of a mind. You show me to simply have a mind, such a power house is astonishing. You leave me breathless with your aura and creative, rhythmic way of speaking to everyone. You introduce open mindedness like no other, freedom like no other, a genius. With you, losing my mind and falling into madness is okay, almost a necessity. In life there simply seems to never be enough time. You show me how to embrace the lack of time we all have, you show me that death is the inevitable and that its not as important as we make it. The important thing is to experience life fully, entirely, with every part of our being. To be thankful of the rare oddity, the rare adventure we have all been gifted with called life, to dance with the music of life. I swear I’m out of my mind and that’s a wonderfully beautiful thing. Thank you for teaching me that.


Cancer: I would make love to you in the sweetest, most enticing way because I deeply believe you deserve to be made love to like no other. I hope you remain soft, I hope you have the strength to. I say this even though I know you will. You have always remained selfless, you have always remained kind, somehow. I do not understand how someone can turn such pain into beauty. Your creations are just as beautiful as you are, that is so admirable. You shock people with such generosity, you are completely, utterly and naturally divine to the point you are unhealthly wanted by every pair of eyes, even the blind. I swear its like the blind regain their sight in your presence. People notice you in a crowd, don’t doubt that. People especially notice you when you think you are not being noticed. You are the most beautiful conscious being and that will never change. You have angel lips as sweet as honey, your voice is melodic. I have always ached and dreamed for you to love me. Please one day love someone like me. Your being is so lovely that I can’t help myself from hopelessly weeping. You are a walking art piece, a priceless masterpiece. I lost everything the first time I looked in your eyes. I lost everything.


Leo: Remember that people want to be like you, just as much as you want to be like them. You can be admirable of others, you absolutely can be, but live your life knowing without a doubt that you are the best there is. Countless people admire you and want to be just like you. Effortlessly you shine brighter than the sun itself and when you smile, every pair of knees weaken, instinctively and inescapably bowing down to the ingenius design you are. Your mind and appearance radiate exuberance. I pray you can fathom just how special and gifted you are because you yourself are the unfathomable. You are inspiration and ambition, the abstract dreams I have at night that inspire my creativity, that lead me to create the never before seen. You are surrealistic art, our God’s most treasured and individualistic specimen. You are not only that but also the sun that lights the entire sky, you are the sun beams that sink into and warm my skin when I stand in such brilliant light. You are the light that keeps me from opening my eyes, preventing blindness but how I foolishly dont mind and long to go blind by such greatness.


Virgo: You remind me of sleep but you also remind me of night terrors. I feel like I don’t know who you are, slightly fearing you. Seemingly the most difficult puzzle to put together. I wonder and ponder if you are the worlds never ending puzzle, if I will ever figure you out, i have never been able to entirely comprehend your depth and mystery. You are almost frightening, shockingly and startlingly enchanting. You are hypnotic and maneuver with magic. I do not know the depth of your mind and apart of me never wants to. I enjoy the enigma you are, forever intriguing and intelligent. Ask me personal, peculiar questions and I will unintentionally and completely open up to you, instinctively trusting you. Your questions are always intense yet tender, your mind must be filled to the brim with intellect and perplexing art. Your mind is a masterpiece and your soul is ethereal. Extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. I hope you can live with and fall in love with your sly mind. I am in love. May you always be yourself, may you feel everything you are meant to feel in this life and may you surface from the darkness.


Libra: You are the bittersweet lonliness that the sad and dreamy ones feel midday, swirling like the wind, leading long, lovely hair to flow, swirlingly and gracfully making your way through clothes, sending goosebumps down backs, leaving a lasting, cold and drowzy sensation. You’re the words in a book that readers grow tiresome of until finally falling asleep, leaving them with their adventurous dreams connected to the adventurous story they just took in. I see you in every free, soaring bird. I feel you in every unique and precious song that lively birds compose. You are melody, rhythm, sound, the grand orchestra. You are poetry, expression, a famous sonnet. You walk with fearlessness, you live with each lovers name you’ve ever loved written and embedded on your flashy skin. You are autheticly rare and always ready to entirely open yourself up, to let the flowers you encompass within bloom for all to see , appreciate and mesmerize. My god, do people mesmerize you.


Scorpio: I’m so lustful of you, lustful out of complete, biting love. I’ve never fallen so deeply and madly in love with a soul, It is insanity. You are full of demons that I face from loving you everyday and I can’t imagine what it’s like to be you and live with them, deep inside, haunting and strange. I have been face to face with insanity, letting your wickedness and sin make its way within me. It all makes me more infatuated. No matter how hard I try to find your core, your raw center, I can never seem to dig deep enough, I can never seem to withstand the screams, painful howls and blackness that your inner monsters let out and intensely sophocate me with when I try. When I give up, it’s like you see my vulnerability and you see it as me being submissive, knowing this is when you can strip me naked and consume me entirely, this is when you know and are proud of the secrets you keep from me, this is when you know you own me because I will fail to figure you out, i will fail to get anything from you yet continuously crawl back for something, for anything I can get from you. You have me in a trance that I can’t snap out of, you need the control because it brings you security and deep, sinful satisfaction. You experience a sense of peace in knowing that you can cause me to feel pain so that you won’t feel so alone and lost in your own. I want to make love to you and feel the pain I experience from being in love with you. I am incapable of leaving you alone, regardless of the sorrow i experience. I will never let you feel alone. I will feel this pain with you, right by your side, my ride or die. You are not alone. Maybe this isn’t love, maybe it is just madness but I’ve always been mad.. but not as mad as you.


Sagittarius: You are the book of everything, a book holding all the knowledge in existence. You are the infinity sign, you are lively, always hungry for life and full of wisdom. Youre the feeling you get on a hot summer day, laying in the center of a sweetly scented meadow, taking in every bit of the sun, not being able to suppress a tight smile. Feeling at complete peace, no worries or a feeling of weight on your back, feeling free and open in the mind. I want to be alone with you and hear you speak about all the things that go on in your head. I imagine you have a billion things to say, or maybe nothing to say, it doesn’t matter. All you have to do is exist and you are performing one of the most incredible things possible. People forget that simply being alive is utterly mindblowing in itself. You give inspiring advice and shock people with your spunk and inner lightening. I appreciate your uniqueness and ability to be open to every side of a spectrum. You are the instant, refreshing feeling you get from diving into a cool pool on a hot day, your my child hood memories, you are the embodiment of an entirely fulfilled life. Your soul has lived a thousand different lives, you will exist for eternity. You are existence itself. Live free and die free, make your inevitable mark on this world. It belongs to you.

Capricorn: no one’s ever ready for what you’ve got to offer to this world, you can do so much with so little and have an achingly powerful mind and aura. You don’t have to do anything to shock and mesmerize mankind, just be yourself. You change the world with your ambitious actions, you change people simply with your way of presenting yourself. You are intelligence, skillful and have the ability to accept time, accept that everything takes time. That’s something a lot of people can’t do. You can do so many things others can’t, but you are not flashy. You are low-key while remaing self assured. Maybe you experience a lot of self doubt, but im telling you right now, you shouldnt. Your jokes and attitude are like a fun house, utterly amusing and dirty, sometimes scary. You are full of original ideas that you can easily bring to life. I hope you know how much you actually benefit and effect our species. You have immense purpose, see that you are the greatest and anything you want can be obtained. I hope you know how attractive and special you are. Absolutely outstanding.


Aquarius: life is a lonesome experience, you understand that more than anyone. You carry the weight of humanity itself with you everywhere you go on your back. To fit in seems like a maze that is unsolvable. Your aquarius minds are unending, no limitations, you are mad men. Not only ingenius but geniuses yourselves. You obtain something no one else can obtain and this can never be taken away from you. Nobody quite understands what makes you different, you dont even understand it yourself but you feel it deep within your bones. “I do not belong here, I do not belong anywhere and I don’t want to belong anywhere.” So hard to comprehend or understand, you are utterly perplexing but so fucking beautiful. I can’t fully convey in words how astoundingly beautiful each and every one of you are. Let someone take a look into your eyes and theyll travel through space, adventuring and absorbing the sight of multiple universes. Let someone take a long look at your face and watch them get lost in mesmerization. Magnetic, mystifying, heartless, mythical beings. A world such as this one does not deserve you or your revolutionary touch. You are the lone, last star of each ending night, still shining brightly as the sun begins to rise. Glowing alone to express your individuality, glowing as brightly as you can until the sun puts you out but you are always going to be there again when the sun goes down and you are always going to be the last one shining when it rises again.


Pisces: you are hands that are made to create art, you are the creases in the hands of an infant. You are the start of life, the start of plant life, the start of a human life, the start of an animals life. You are the smoke from my cigarettes, dispersing through out the air. I hear you everywhere I go, echoing in the back of my head as a guide to being a better person. You make me want to be a better person. You are the sweet cherries around my sweet ice cream, you’re the soft, enchanting scented lotion I spread on my skin. You are the goosebumps left after a lovers sensitive touch. You are the feathers that fill my softest of pillows. You are the sweetest of piano music ever played. I love you. I miss you. You will be with me.

In slow motion, vortex rings can be truly stunning. This video shows two bubble rings underwater as they interact with one another. Upon approach, the two low-pressure vortex cores link up in what’s known as vortex reconnection. Note how the vortex rings split and reconnect in two places – not one. According to Helmholtz’s second theorem a vortex cannot end in a fluid–it must form a closed path (or end at a boundary); that’s why both sides come apart and together this way. After reconnection, waves ripple back and forth along the distorted vortex ring; these are known as Kelvin waves. Some of those perturbations bring two sides of the enlarged vortex ring too close to one another, causing a second vortex reconnection, which pinches off a smaller vortex ring. (Image source: A. Lawrence; submitted by Kam-Yung Soh)

Note: As with many viral images, locating a true source for this video is difficult. So far the closest to an original source I’ve found is the Instagram post linked above. If you know the original source, please let me know so that I can update the credit accordingly. Thanks!

Armed and Ready
Jeff Williams & Casey Lee Williams
Armed and Ready

It happens every night
I watch my world ignite
But there’s no waking from this nightmare
The stage is always set
The place I can’t forget
The hidden eyes that I can feel there

My eyes are opened wide
I’m racing to her side
there’s nothing that I won’t do for her

but this is not a dream
my mind repeats the scene
I can’t forget it and it’s torture

That was before
but not anymore
I’ve left it behind

As much as I’ve lost
Once I’m across
I’ll find

I’ve found the strength to grow so much more
A whisper to a roar
No more crying
It’s time for me to soar

Feel like I’m finally unbroken
Feel like I’m back from the dead

My strength back and confidence growing

Out of my way cause I’m armed and ready!
(Armed and Ready)
Ready!
(Armed and Ready!)
I’m Ready!
(Armed and Ready!)
Ready! Ready!
(Armed and Ready!)

Remember all too well
My time of living hell
The night my enemy would conquer

But now I’ve been set free
Lived through the tragedy
You’ll wish you’d killed me now I’m stronger

I am the Golden one
Who burns just like the sun
Next time we meet is your disaster

I’ll bring the punishment
Your song won’t be lament
Revenge my happy ever after

My misery
My agony
Have taught me to fly

The pain I went through
Left me with a new war cry

I live my life like every day’s the last
No living in the past

Best Day’s ever!

I’m never looking back!

Feel like I’m finally unbroken
Feel like I’m back from the dead

My strength back and confidence growing

Out of my way cause I’m armed and ready!
(Armed and Ready)
Ready!
(Armed and Ready!)
I’m Ready!
(Armed and Ready!)
Ready! Ready!
(Armed and Ready!)

Call me “sweetheart” and I’ll tear you apart
Just call me “sir”

Try to resist
Once you meet my new fist
Bye, Bye!

Just look at the fire in my eyes
And bring my strawberry sunrise

It was you who began it
now you’re saying “God dammit!”

Next time there’s no compromise

Feel like I’m finally unbroken
Ooh, Now I’m back from the dead

My strength back and confidence growing

Out of my way cause I’m armed and ready!
(Armed and Ready)
Ready!
(Armed and Ready!)
I’m Ready!
(Armed and Ready!)
Ready! Ready! Ready!!!
(Armed and Ready!)

Dorm/Apartment Safe Spells from My Grimoire

Here are some spells from my current online Grimiore that are safe to do in dorms and most apartments with if needed simple replacements in parenthesis by them.

Banishing:

Beauty:

Binding:

Calming:

Creativity:

Cleansing:

Cosmic Witchcraft:

Curses:

Dream Work:

Friendship:

Glamour:

Grounding:

Happiness:

Love and Self-Love:

Luck:

Memory:

Money:

Psychic:

Protection:

Strength:

Wishes:

Witch Tip:

The Lightning Thief Musical Songs + Favorite Lines
  • Prologue/The Day I Got Expelled: YEAH THE GODS ARE REAL, AND THEY HAVE KIDS, AND THOSE KIDS HAVE ISSUES!
  • Strong: Normal is a myth, everyone has issues they're dealing with.
  • The Minotaur/The Weirdest Dream: Oh look, a strange man in a Hawaiian shirt.
  • Another Terrible Day: YOU CAN HATE IT HERE, BUT I HATED IT FIRST!
  • Their Sign: Well, I want my birthday cards and fishing trips, child support and homework tips.
  • Put You In Your Place: IT'S GONNA BE BLOODY MURDER SHE WROTE!
  • The Campfire Song: I hope he shows even a trace CAUSE I'VE GOT SOME CHOICE WORDS TO THROW IN HIS FACE!
  • The Oracle: (just the whole prophecy part tbh)
  • Good Kid: AND NO HOPE AND NO MOM... She’s taken away.
  • Killer Quest!: We're gonna march straight down to the gates of Hell! —Underworld. —Close enough.
  • Lost!: I don't wanna die in the Garden State!
  • My Grand Plan: You better wise up, 'cause I'll rise up, BRING ON ANY CHALLENGE!
  • Drive: Why, my brother and I arrived just yesterday: May 1st... 1939!
  • The Weirdest Dream Reprise: Remember what these god's have done. Remember Thalia.
  • The Tree on the Hill: Maybe if I'd been a little bit braver, maybe if I stayed behind to fight, but maybe doesn't let me go back and save her, maybe doesn't make it all right.
  • D.O.A.: You ain't ever gonna save what matters, you ain't gonna protect your friends, you ain't ever gonna be remembered.
  • Son of Poseidon: You're the two best friends this screw up ever had.
  • The Last Day of Summer: I'll do anything, I don't care if I hurt anyone, it doesn't pay to be a good kid, a good kid, a good son.
  • Bring on the Monsters: I'll be back next summer, I'll be back next summer.
The Signs:

Aries: Something about you makes my blood boil in a unique, uncomfortable way, you are full of mystery. You have black holes for eyes, remarkably, that are too intense for most people to look into. You have no control over your greatness, you were born this way. Notice it and blossom. Not a single person on earth can blossom like you can. Not a single person can blossom like you will. You have great and empowering words to say in this life, make sure to say all of them without fear. You are not afraid. Be great.

Taurus: You are so lovely, the embodiment of nature, the embodiment of all the naturality in life created by the one and only, engulfing creator. I remember losing you and all nature that surrounded me seemed to shrivel and die. My heart ached when I heard the crunch under my feet of every dead leaf I walked upon. It brought me so much pain, i felt like death. I lost my vision and a bright 

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@taylor-tut tHIS IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY MY FAB FRIENDO! But! It has finally arrived!! I’m sorry if it’s a bit crappy, I like haven’t slept in three days haha

anyhoo, onto the story:


Lance woke up with a sneeze.

He blinked his eyes open, immediately groaning at the light that pierced through his eyeballs and into his temples. He brought an arm up to shield his face, shivering slightly. Taking a deep breath, Lance conducted a mental survey of his condition, assessing his apparently numerous ailments that seem to have manifested overnight.

Congested sinuses that dissolved into a throbbing headache that pulsed outward with each movement? Check. 

Raw, sandpaper throat, and lungs that rattled with every inhale? Check.

The strange sensation of being completely, bone-numbingly cold despite the warmth and clamminess of his limbs? Checkerooni.

Conclusion: Today is gonna suck.

If Lance were to be perfectly honest with himself, he would concede that he had been feeling off these last couple days. Nevertheless, the team needed his 100% right now, and any wooziness he may have felt had to be put on the backburner. With several months having passed without any sign of Shiro, tensions within the castle were palpable.  Keith and Pidge seemed inches away from snapping at any given moment, Allura’s training schedule seemed to have been kicked up the several notches from “very harsh” to “dear god I can taste my own pulse”, and even Hunk and Coran seemed somewhat subdued. It was the least Lance could do to try and keep up, and make sure the other’s stayed optimistic. He was the joker, the sharpshooter - it was his role, no matter how taxing it could be on his own body.

Lance steeled himself, counting down from five, before swinging out of his bed, pausing to lean against the wall as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Once the tilt-a-whirl he usually called a bedroom settled to a soft swaying, Lance began to make his way down to the dining hall.

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THE NINE TIMES STEVE GAVE YOU A FUNNY LOOK

Originally posted by themarvelnerd

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader (Platonic), Avengers x Reader (platonic)

Warning(s): the kinda language Steve would smh at

World Count: 3827

Author’s Note: I got so into this it’s not even funny. After like, two years of not doing anything on tumblr, it isn’t surprising that i write a Steve oneshot for the first time since. But on that note, I don’t only do Steve works, please feel free to request other characters and/or fandoms: masterlist - prompt list.

Preference ★ Imagine ★ One Shot ★ Drabble




[Y/N] [Y/L/N] was an asshole.
You were an asshole.
You are an asshole.

You were slightly narcissistic with an ego as big as the tower, you were very beautiful, and the last person on earth to ever be considered shy.

That made you and Tony Stark best of pals (most of the time), and you and Steve as foes (all the time). He wasn’t rude or a jerk or at all hostile, Steve was just always on edge with you. He didn’t know whether or not your jokes were jokes (you always reverted back to slitting your enemy’s throats – Steve being a righteous guy and all, he wasn’t all that optimistic with that choice), or if you really were here to save people and not for the money the government and Tony Stark paid you — eh, what can you say, it’s very, very good money.

Humble was also not on your list of qualities.

Bold red lips, a wide grin to showcase your pearly white teeth, and heart shaped sunglasses. That was you in your room as you blasted out music at exactly 2100 hours.

You and Steve shared a floor in the Avengers tower.

Why? It was a decision that was absolutely not your choice, but you had no problem with it. Fucking with Steve was fun.

See, Tony had a whole floor to himself, same as Bruce and Vision. Nat and Clint were right below them (Clint usually at his place with Laura, though), Sam and Scott also had their own floor, Wanda and Pietro, then last but not least, Thor either in Asgard or London with Jane – which then pretty much left you and Steve together. Peter kind of lived here during the day then and back at his apartment with May during the evenings. He was a total pest.

A knock went by unnoticed by you. But an upset looking Steve did. He stalked into your (much larger) room and paused your music. He turned and gave you a look.

You raised your brow as you paused your late night dancing. You pushed your sunglasses further down your nose to peak up at the Captain. “Captain.” You greeted, nodding your head towards the brooding soldier once. “May I help you?“ You raised your perfectly sculpted brow in questioning.

Steve took a deep breath and crossed his (also very large) arms. “Your music was too loud and I’m trying to sleep. Can’t you at least keep it down?”

You snorted. “It’s barely nine o'clock, grandpa.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I’m not a grandpa.” He grumbled with an offended frown. “Just turn it down, will you?”

You smirked and pushed your glasses back up. “Oh, I’m sorry, have I spangled your stars, grandpa?”

With a final narrowed stare, Steve twisted his Dorito-body around and stalked back to his room.

You chuckled and resumed to your midnight dancing with wine.

That was the first time you got on his nerves. It was also the first time you were on the receiving end of his very famous looks.




The second time you received a stupid look was during a mission - in the middle of combat, mind you. This stupid robot who called himself Ultron was trying to ruin everything, and apparently, it was up to you and the rest of the Avengers to stop him – or it. It’s not that you wanted to. it was kind of what Tony Stark paid you to do. And like hell would you pass up Tony Stark’s pay checks.

Steve trusted you now, at least. You only saved his ass, like, a hundred (three) times after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell and he found out his best friend from seventy years ago was still alive. A wild ride, that year was.

Anyway, you and the team were in Sokovia fighting robots.


ROBOTS.


Fuck this shit, if the money wasn’t so good you’d drop your signature double pistols and walk the opposite direction. But one, your pistols were very delicate (silver with diamonds), and you were asked very nicely to stay by Bruce - and you could never say no to Bruce.

In hindsight, the view wasn’t so bad and I guess – I guess – that saving people felt a little good (don’t tell anybody). Sokovia was so far high into the sky that you could have sworn that you could see angels flying around in the distance – some helpful angels, huh.

The sky was beautiful, though. And so was Captain America’s ass.

You beamed at the sight and turned to Steve. “Hey, Cap?” You called out, shooting a robot.

Steve grunted in acknowledgement as he kicked another robot and decapitated it with his shield. “What?” He gave you a glance that barely lasted a second.

You shot another robot. Then another. Then another. Then you turned to him. “Nice ass.”

That was look number two.




"Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

"Yes, Ms [Y/L/N]?”

"What’s your faculty on nicknames?”

"Activated by Mr Stark, Ms.”

"Huh … so, like, what are you allowed to call me?”

"Whatever you ask, Ms [Y/L/N].”

“Right, right … how about Supreme Leader [Y/L/N]?”

"Activated,  Supreme Leader [Y/L/N].”

"Huh … thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

"Of course, Supreme Leader [Y/L/N].”


Of course, that didn’t go unnoticed for long. You were eating dinner with the team – something that didn’t happen often – and Steve took this time to lecture the team about a mission in a few days time. Three days, to be exact. It was located in Paris, and you were all to attend a gala crawling with HYDRA agents, mercenaries, psycho bitches, and anything else in between.

“ – so we’ll go over the plans again after dinner – ”

You groaned loudly and threw your head back. You dropped your knife loudly causing a clink made by the knife and plate. “Rogers!” You whined, “We went over this yesterday! And this morning at breakfast! And two seconds ago while I tried to enjoy my dinner in peace, fighting the urge to grab this fork and shove it through my eye – ” you ignore his wince, “and now again tomorrow?! If you even bring this stupid mission up again, I will resign.” You threatened. “Resign, you hear me. R. E. S. I. G. N.” Drama Queen is also in your list of qualities. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell him.” 

Natasha rolled her eyes, Sam cleared his throat, Steve still had his wince and sullen/guilty face, Clint looked bored as he played with his peas, Thor looked confused, Pietro look amused, Wanda was too busy chatting up Vision, Scott was – where was Scott? Tony had a smirk, and poor Bruce just didn’t know where to look. Peter just chewed his chicken in anticipation, looking back and forth between you and Steve for a reaction.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice rang out soon enough. “Of course, Supreme Leader [Y/L/N].” Then the AI began repeating your every word.

Natasha’s brow shot up. “Supreme Leader? Really?”

“ – And this morning at breakfast. And – ”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“ – seconds ago while I tried to enjoy my dinn – ”

Steve groaned. “That’s enough, F.R.I.D.A.Y., please stop.”

“Yes, Captain.”

You rolled your eyes. “Traitorous bitch.” You mumbled.

Cue look number three.




The fourth time you received a look was when Steve was fixing a lightbulb and he suddenly found himself on the floor. He did know you guys hired people for that kind of work, right?

Anyway, you and Pietro - bored as hell and without anything to do - you both decided to race from the ground floor of the Avengers tower, to the very top – on foot – using the staircases.

And the silver asshole was absolutely not allowed to use his powers. If he did, you had every right to shoot him in the shoulder with your trusty diamond pistols and he would have to take it like a man. He promised so, himself. “Scouts Honour.” Pietro said, saluting you.

To which Wanda replied with a snort and, “What Scouts Honour?”

You were enhanced, yes, but you were tired. Not too much, just enough not to be tired after running twenty-six flights of stairs. You and Pietro both slammed into Steve’s ladder as he fixed a lightbulb.

You didn’t even bother looking back.

You could not lose this bet.

The entire time you ran, you repeated the same thing in your head over, and over again. Run, Forrest, Run! Whatever - If Pietro won, you had to massage him whenever he felt like it for an entire month. If you won, well, he had to give you a piggy back ride whenever you felt like it. Also for a month.

Steve was really upset after that. He wouldn’t look at you for a week, and when he finally did, he gave you a long lecture about racing inside the tower. “Blah, blah, blah, someone could get seriously hurt, blah, blah, blah, if I see you two race again, blah, blah, blah.”

You leant over towards Pietro who sat beside you. He was also slouched on his chair, eyes looking at the ceiling in boredom. “Are you also feeling the urge to shove your foot up his ass?”

That was look number four.




Look number five + look number six was kind of your fault.

Steve had arrived after being gone for months. He, along with Sam, had been off around the world searching high and low for James Buchanan Barnes. You wanted to go, you really did. Despite your love for annoying the living shit out of Steve, you still cared about him more than you let on. That was not your fault. How? Well, you know the whole shebang: 

Tragic back story: check. Trust issues: check. Daddy issues: check. Issues with not being able to express how you feel without wanting to physically vomit: check.

However, it was in your job description to be able to read people. You were an intelligent person. You knew a lot, you sensed a lot, you observed a lot. You just didn’t show it a lot. And without saying anything, you knew how people felt and most importantly, what they needed.

And Steve just needed his own space – Sam excluded. You were actually kind of jealous of Sam (tell anyone, and you won’t live until the next day). Sam was kind of Steve’s boyfriend (along with dear old Buck-a-roo and Tony).

So while he was gone, you kept your distance. Steve didn’t need any more on his plate, let alone more of your shit. Whenever he called the team for a report or to simply catch up, you never said anything. You had told the crew to just inform him that you were on a mission, in the gym, or off gallivanting somewhere - anywhere, really.

Steve really cared about you though, you knew that. Every time he called he’d see if you were there. And you were. You were there, right behind the monitor that projected him along with the the camera that projected the team from your end. Your face would be resting on your hand, your elbow propped the table. You actually smiled whenever he asked about you. It was cute.

Anyway, you kind of deserved look number five.

Steve had finally arrived with Bucky by his side. Sam had already said his hellos and received his welcome-home handshakes and hugs. Steve stayed behind the Quinjet for a few short minutes before hopping off and finally introducing the famous James Barnes. 

But you didn’t know that.

And neither did Scott.

You two weren’t racing – nope. You were simply just running to get to the last slice of cake in the main kitchen. In both your defence, it was the last slice of the cake Pepper brought home from Paris. Paris. You loved Paris. And apparently, Scott did, too. If that wasn’t worth running for, what the hell was?

You distinctly remember Pepper saying that it was from Paris, and that it was the best cake she’d ever tasted.

So, without looking, you barged through the team yelling bloody murder. Scott was a little behind seen as though you’d throw whatever the hell you could at him. That last slice was yours, and ramming, pushing, throwing off the building, and threatening whoever you needed to just to that slice, you would sure as hell do it.

You felt your hip slam into a corner of a table: ignored. You tripped over a step: ignored. You felt your shoulder ram into a very strong and metal-like object: ignored. You saw a couch: ignored + jumped over.

But alas, you held in your hand … the slice.

A grin erupted on your face. Poor Scoot looked crestfallen.

“Sorry, Lang. This one’s mine.” You grinned.

A clearing of the throat made you jump. What the hell did they want? 

When you looked up, you saw the entire team + Steve + The Winter Soldier.


Well, shit.


“Oh.” You trailed off. You gave Steve a sheepish smile. “Hi, Steve, good to see you again. Did I tell you I missed you? Because I did.”

“Didn’t I tell you to stop running in the tower?” Steve stared into your [Y/E/C] eyes with his blue ones.

“No. You told said to stop racing.”

Steve didn’t reply. Instead he gave you look number five.

You chuckled nervously and stalked towards them. “Sorry.” You looked to Sam and gave him a large hug despite already giving him one earlier. Your right hand still refused to let go of the platter of cake. Then you looked towards James Buchanan Barnes.

Steve cleared his throat. “Buck, meet [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. [Y/N] [Y/L/N], meet Bucky.”

Neither of you did anything. Just kinda stared at each other in thought. He tried to read you while you tried to read him.

He was lonely.

Okay, you thought. So you reached your right hand up and gestured him to take your plate. “Here you go. Nice to meet ‘cha.” 

Steve gave you another look, only, this one was different. It looked funnier – more odd and curious. A look that you had never seen before. That was look number six.

And this time, you didn’t see anyone’s reactions. You just stared at James Buchanan Barnes, while he stared at you, to the cake, then back to you again. 

Thus, a beautiful friendship was born.




Few months later,
Look number seven.


You found yourself in this position a lot, it seems. It would be two in the morning, your head in your hands and your ears perked up.

As an agent, you were trained this way. Your mind had its own mind. Every morning at exactly one o'clock your eyes would flutter open, and without a single thought, your body would move almost mechanically. You’d get up, wash your face, then throw a hoodie over your head. Afterwards, you’d find yourself sitting on the edge of you bed, head in your hands, and your ears waiting for Bucky.

After sleeping in the same floor as Steve and Bucky, Bucky’s room was right across yours. Both your doors were so close you could stand in the hall way, spread your arms, and you’d be able to touch both your door knobs.

Insomnia was something you had as a child. It came very naturally. So, as a cure, you’d take sleeping vitamins – not pills. Though it would help you fall asleep, it was up to you to keep yourself asleep. Five hours was your maximum. If your sleep was disturbed, that’s when you would wake up every day from then on unless you trained yourself otherwise all over again. That could take days, or even weeks going up to months.

So every day, it was up to you. You didn’t want Steve waking up and losing precious sleeping hours. So instead of training yourself to sleep for five hours all over again, you allowed yourself two hours of rest every night. From then on, you’d stay awake and listen for Bucky’s screams.

Then you’d find your feet silently landing on the floor and rushing towards Bucky’s room.


Here are your steps:

  1. Lightly press a pillow on Bucky’s metal arm and cover it.
  2. Sit on his arm to keep him from attacking you.
  3. Softly say his name as many times as it takes for him to wake up.
  4. Press your body harder onto his as he thrashes around.
  5. Then hug the hell out of him and cradle his head when he wakes and begins to weep.


This would have been the one hundredth time you’ve done this. Even now, you could still remember the fourth time you had done this. You had accidentally left Bucky’s door ajar.

You were observant and smart. 

You knew Steve was there.

You guessed you just took a little longer that time to wake Buck up.

You definitely saw Steve’s look then. And again, this look was kind of different. It was a funny look that you had no idea how to read.

The fact that this look was so different, to say it irritated the hell out of you was an understatement. Out of the both of you, it was meant to be you that got under his skin.

You hated feeling this way.




Nowadays, you’ve been more confused than in control.

Back then, you saw Steve, you’d feel the urge to irritate the hell out of him. But now, you’d see Steve, and suddenly, you’d feel a funny feeling in your stomach.

So, naturally, you absolutely despised him for it. Tonight – or morning – when Bucky woke up, he didn’t cry. He just asked if you were hungry. And, naturally, you had said yes. You were always hungry.

Soft music was playing. You didn’t want to wake up Steve, after all. So you stood in the kitchen of your floor and began making pop tarts. Bucky was sitting by the kitchen island while you decided to cheer him up. While the pop tarts were cooking up, you decided to change the music to pop. Then you began dancing.

You were not a dancer. Add that to your list of non-existent qualities.

You sort of just threw your hands in the air and hoped for natural rhythm to save your dignity. 

Bucky looked somewhat amused, so that was the goal accomplished.

It all came to an end when Steve cleared his throat. He stared at Bucky in a way that made all of you uncomfortable. Bucky was going to be just fine, that’s what you thought, anyway. Steve thought otherwise. Steve treated him like a broken vase.

That’s how you and Bucky got so close. 

You refused to look or listen to any of Steve’s old war stories about Buck. Thus, why you called Bucky “James”.

He wasn’t the Bucky he was in the 40’s. And he wasn’t The Winter Soldier, either. He was someone else.

Steve’s eyes bounced from you, to Bucky, then from Bucky, to you. “[Y/N], maybe now isn’t the time to – ”

“No, Steve,” Steve’s eyes snapped towards Bucky, “it’s fine.” Bucky said quietly. “She’s actually making me happy here.” 

After that, nobody talked to a while. Bucky stood from his stool and began to walk off. 

You stepped towards him, “James - ”

He shook his head. “It’s alright [Y/N], trust me. I’ll be fine tonight. I’m gonna try and go back to sleep.”

Well, that was new.

You gave Bucky a funny look but nodded. “Okay. Call if you need me.”

Bucky didn’t say anything after that. He just walked back to his room.

Your pop tarts popped out from the toaster. After that it was left untouched.

Steve cleared his throat. “[Y/N] – ” 

You shook your head. “Nope.”

Steve’s forehead frowned. “What?”

“Do you want Bucky to get over what HYDRA did to him?” You asked. You didn’t wait for him to reply. “Well, too bad so sad, he isn’t going to get over it. Bucky needs to accept it. Then he needs to be angry. Then he needs to be sad. Then after all that, he needs to forgive himself.” You said, your hands on your waist. “And you making him feel like broken glass isn’t gonna help. It’ll confine him and make him feel crazy. Treat him like a normal person, you jackass. Let him feel like a man. Not a baby.” You took a deep breath and pulled your eyes away from his piercing blue ones. You looked at your pop tarts briefly before turning around and walking away.

And you didn’t miss his look when you did. Steve had already realised he was wrong the moment his eyes fell on the toaster.

You left your pop tarts.




Look number nine:

Again, it was in the kitchen. Bucky’s nightmares were slowly fading. Whenever he woke, you’d stay until he fell back asleep. Then you’d proceed to the kitchen and rummage for food.

“Hey, Supreme Leader.” Your head snapped towards the kitchen entrance.

You gave a nod to the blond man in acknowledgement. “Captain.” You said in a mocking soldier’s tone.

You both stood in silence for a while. You didn’t mind it for a while. Your arms were preoccupied with balancing cartons and containers of food as you boldly chewed on your Lucky Charms cereal – and then the silence just got too long. Steve stared at you with a funny look. Eh, eating cereal without milk at three in the morning wasn’t all that unusual – but for some reason, you had a really big feeling the look wasn’t about the cereal. That was actually the reason why Tony always complained about all the marshmallow gone in the morning. Not your fault. Marshmallows were the best part and everyone knew that.

You squinted your eyes as you watched him watch you. A silent growl of impatience rose to your throat. You couldn’t really speak so you opted with growling.

Still no reply.

Finally, you forcefully swallowed your marshmallow and pointed an accusing finger at Steve. His look was different again. It wasn’t annoyed or of frustration. Really it just frustrated you.

You huffed. “You’re looking at me funny.”

Steve just smiled softly. “Bucky loves you.” He said from his position by the entrance of the kitchen.

You just smirked and shoved another handful of marshmallows into your mouth. “Figured that one out a long time ago, Rogers.” Your hand reached into the box once again. “What can I say, I’m good at making friends.” 

Steve chuckled silently. Then he swallowed and looked directly into your eyes. “I love you. And not the way Bucky does.”

You swallowed. The you nodded slowly. Your heart felt so full, you had no idea what to say. And so you said the first thing that popped into your head. You said what you would say, and not stupid Nicholas Sparks movies.

“I know.” You grinned. “And I may or may not feel the same.” Before he could reply, your smile wiped off as you pointed your finger at him again accusingly, “I said maybe.”

bts scenario: you have a panic attack

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jin: jin’s long fingers would brush through your hair as he tried to help you control your breathing. “breathe, baby,” his soothing voice would help ground you. a harsh but steadier breath left your lips and jin pulled you closer to his chest, “that’s it baby,” jin would press soft kisses to your forehead as your breathing began to become steadier and steadier. “t-thank you,” your voice was gruff from the attack. “hush, get some rest,” another kiss, this time on the tip of your nose. 

Originally posted by samwol

yoongi: yoongi, dealing with these type of situations personally, would know exactly how to calm you down. “in for me baby,” you followed his instructions, breathing in slowly. “one, two, three,” he counted, “now out for me, slowly.” the air slowly left your lungs as you felt your head become clearer. “good girl/boy,” yoongi’s praise would only help ground you more, bring you out of that terrible place in your mind. 

Originally posted by sugagifs

hoseok: hoseok would ask you what was wrong, to tell him everything, to let it all out. “tell me baby, i wanna help,” his pulled you closer to his body as you sat on his lap. “i j-just,” you began, “i’m so stressed and nothings going right and-” hoseok cut you off. “shh babe, it’s alright,” he placed chaste kiss behind your ear, “i’m here now, and nothing’s going to bother you here,” his fingers tightened around your waist. “nothing can hurt your when j-hope is here!” hoseok’s optimistic voice brought a smile to your face as a giggle fell through your lips.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

namjoon: namjoon’s soft voice filled your ears, “name five things you can see,” looking around the room you named them, “the bed, my book, my phone, your phone, and you.” namjoon counted these as you spoke and continued his questions until he got to the last one. “now name one thing you can feel,” you squeezed his fingers that were intertwined with yours and said, “you,” namjoon smiled as your breathing was back to normal. 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

jimin: jimin would hold your face in his hands as he helped to direct your breathing, “that’s it, in and out,” he breathed with you as the harsh and ragged breaths fell from your lips. “keep going,” he whispered as you held onto his hands, “good baby.” your breath finally began to even out as your laid your head against his, “i’m sorry jiminie.” jimin shook his head, “baby no, don’t apologize, i’m here for you.” a smile pulled at your lips as you leaned forward to kiss him. 

Originally posted by bwipsul

taehyung: taehyung’s lips would be all over your body, trying to distract you from life’s stresses that were causing you so much grief. “my pretty baby,” he would say as he placed a kiss on the space of skin above your collar bone. “the cutest, smartest, and most amazing baby in the whole world,” his words began to drown out the feelings in your head as you leaned into his touch. “you mean the world to me,” a kiss on your forehead and finally your lips. 

Originally posted by jeonbase

jungkook: jungkook would sing to you as he tried to bring you back down. “gyeote meomulleojullae naege yaksokhaejullae,” the sound of his voice cleared your head as you held onto him tighter, “son daemyeon naragalkka buseojilkka,” jungkook continued singing as he placed small kisses on your neck and shoulder. your eyes squeezed shut as a tear slipped out, which jungkook was quick to wipe away. “geopna geopna geopna,” the last line was a whisper as you laid your head on jungkook’s shoulder. 

Originally posted by you-made-me-again

These are some of my favorite lines from Come From Away

  • “I’ll write S.T.F.D. Slow the fuck down!”
  • “I need something to do ‘cause I can’t watch the news, no I can’t watch the news anymore”
  • “And when I get back Beulah says” “You know those planes are probably filled with women of childbearing age” “So…” “So I’m back to Shoppers”
  • “For the love of God stop bringing toilet paper to the Lion’s Club”
  • “You are freaking out and it’s freaking me out and we are all freaking 👏the fuck 👏out👏”
  • “Ya. that’s a moose”
  • “And that’s how we started speaking the same language”
  • “It’s like any of us could have died on Tuesday”
  • “But he just looks like a gay lumberjack”
  • “I’m Muslim and I was born in Connecticut. I’m an American citizen.” “You don’t look ‘Merican.” “What does that even mean!”
  • “Have you seen my boyfriend? His name is Kevin. He’s about this tall and he’s lost his mind.”
  • “And then they brought the cod.” “The cod” “The cod.” “The cod”
  • “The one thing I loved more than anything was used as the bomb.”

Here to shake things up

[Ko-fi / Redbubble]

Attached (Part 10)

Summary: Modern AU. Your first day at the New York Bulletin takes a catastrophic turn when you accidentally overlook a fellow employee’s private chat session. Inspired by the novel Attachments by Rainbow Rowell.

Word Count: 1,045

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

A/N: I know I’ve been saying this a lot in my author’s note, but thank you all so much for taking the time to read/comment on this story. You have no idea how grateful I am for your continuous love and support for this little creation of mine. Always sending my love and virtual hugs to every single one of you :)

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

J. Barnes has initiated a live chat session with S. Wilson.

J. Barnes: SHE’S BACK, SAM!!!!!!!

J. Barnes: MY ANGEL IS BACK!!!!!!

J. Barnes: SHE’S BACK!!!!!!

J. Barnes: Sam???

J. Barnes: Are you there???

S. Wilson has ended the live chat session.

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anonymous asked:

What do you do with Too Many Ideas Syndrome?

At first you embrace it: “I’ll never stop writing ‘cause I’ll never run out of ideas! This is awesome!!!!” And then you realize that with so many ideas, you’re going to have to pick one to run with and then it’s like uh…yeah…  

Too Many Ideas

This question has given me the opportunity to bring back the cute bunny post from 2015. In it I discuss how you bounce back and forth between ideas, so take a look. It might help!

In that post I mention that it’s really a matter of going with whatever idea is most interesting to you at any given time. This could change from day to day, so one day you might work with one idea and the next you work with another. This is really basic advice, so I’m going to try to take it one step further. 

Start with Your Characters

If you’re overwhelmed by how many concept/plot ideas you’ve got, make a list of each concrete idea and set it aside. Then, work on character development. Start with one key character and then work outward. 

You might be wondering, how do I create characters without any kind of plot, but writers do actually do this. We’ve got questions in our inbox right now from writers that have developed characters and are stumped on the plot. So it’s definitely possible. 

This key character you’re starting with? Begin by establishing aspects of them that are separate from plot, things like age, gender ID, racial/ethnic background, sexual ID, and obviously their name. Go as far as you feel compelled to go, but start with these basic facts. 

Then, think about their relationships/friendships. Do they have lifelong friends they knew as children? Do they have siblings they’re close with? A parent they bond well with? Think about those they’re friendly with, and then do the same thing you did when you started with your key character - their age, gender ID, ect. ect.

Next, think about potential future relationships. These don’t have to be romantic relationships. If your key character is an artsy type, maybe you envision them clashing with someone who operates with logic and reason, and then seeing how they become friends or enemies over it. This leads you to create yet another character. 

What you’re doing here is developing character dynamics. You’re thinking about who these characters are first, before you even begin to consider what will happen to them. Having a cast of characters in place before you plot anything out can immediately draw you in. As I’ve said before, this is one reason we write fanfiction. We’re attached to the established characters and we want to imagine them in new situations. 

The Character Quick-Change

Grab the list you made earlier of all your plot ideas and concepts. Start casting them in roles in the ideas you’ve already come up and see how they fit. One of your ideas might be set in a fictional, fantasy world with fairies, werewolves, dragons, while another idea might be an urban fantasy where they are no magical creatures but there is magic. And maybe another idea has no magic at all. So as you plug your characters into each vastly different idea, the two start to mold each other. Your characters drive the plot, and the plot you chose will help you add deeper levels to your existing characters. 

If something doesn’t feel right, move onto the next idea. Imagine your characters are standing on a stage, and you’re simply switching out the scenery and the costumes. You’re giving them opportunities to play different roles, but you’re allowing them to bring their own personalities and backgrounds to each role they take on. 

Eventually you should find something that just fits. And when that happens, you keep going with it. You might run into problems as you’re writing, and you might be tempted to move onto another idea, and that’s okay! Go with your instincts and see what happens. Discipline with an idea is hard to maintain, so don’t feel guilty about it. It’s something all writers struggle with. 

When it comes to frustration during the writing process, the trouble is differentiating between your idea just being dead and the typical writing problems that you’ll see with any idea. But I think that’s a whole other topic that maybe I’ll get into at a later date ;)

Writing = experimentation. Try things out and see what’s working and what isn’t. You’ll know an idea is worth exploring when it happens, because your excitement and enthusiasm will soar. 

And as an afterthought, here’s another post that might be useful to you: Focusing on One Project.

-Rebekah

valentine’s day // dylan o’brien

Summary: Dylan falls in love with a girl who hates Valentine’s Day

Requested: no

Pairing: Dylan & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes, & smut throughout

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His long legs extended across her lap as he took a large gulp of the amber liquid. Sighing contently, he placed the glass bottle on the floor and snuggled deeper into his couch. Her hands were lazily drapped over his feet as she focused on the television. The movie that they had been watching was fairly interesting although she was having a bit of a hard time following the plot.

“Wait, is he the sister’s boyfriend?” Y/N asked her best friend who shook his head in return.

“No, that’s the guy they met at the bar who looks like the boyfriend.” Dylan explained.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N continued to watch the film hoping somewhere along the way things would make sense.

This was their routine. Every Friday night for the past 3 years was spent on his lumpy couch drinking beer, eating pizza, and watching movies. As the ending credits started, Y/N let out a soft yawn as she extended her arms.

“What did you think?” Dylan asked, eager to know what she thought of the film. “I thought she was going to pick the boyfriend’s brother’s friend.” Y/N admitted with a giggle, thinking about the cliched love triangle movie she just watched. “The ending was very unexpected.”

Pulling his feet off of her lap, he sat on the edge of the couch.

“What about you?” She called out as he walked to the kitchen with his empty beer bottle.

“I was routing for the boyfriend’s brother’s friend too.” His laugh echoed throughout the kitchen.

Their friendship consisted of watching cheesy romance movies together, texts at 3am when they couldn’t sleep, and the comfort of knowing that they always had someone they could count on. It was completely platonic.

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Do That Again And I Might Just Forgive You (Tom Holland!Peter Parker x reader)(Slight smut)

Hey guys! Fourth imagine here on Tumblr! Yay! I had a lot of ideas for this one so I hope you enjoy my top pick. Don’t forget to leave prompts, questions, suggestions, and ideas in my inbox! Requests are always welcome! Love you guys! Hollanders for the win <3

- Xoxo K



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Warnings: More that slight smut but not full blown. Mostly just heavy make out sessions, mentions of sex, and the beginning to a smut. (I might write the smutty ending to this prompt but idk yet. Tell me if you want me to.)
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He ditched you once again, but this time it wasn’t just another date, it was Homecoming. You knew your boyfriend Peter was Spider-Man and you knew he had to save the city and all, so it didn’t really bother you all that much. However, Peter didn’t know that. He felt really bad every time he ditched and this time, he felt even worse. You were walking down the hallway trying to get to your locker when you heard your name being called. “Y/N!” That voice belonged to none other than Peter Parker. You turned around and saw the boy trying to get to you as fast as he could without bumping into anyone. So far he was doing a really bad job of that, mumbling a quiet “sorry” every now and then until he finally reached you. “Y/N” he said, slightly out of breath. “Yes, Peter?” You asked, giggling slightly. “I-I brought you these,” Peter said, pulling out a bag of Skittles, your favorite (If you don’t like Skittles I’m sorry, but I’m a taste the rainbow kinda girl… I encourage everyone to taste the rainbow). “Awww. Pete, you didn’t have to do this.” You sighed, happily. “I did though… I feel really bad.” Peter said, sadness in his eyes. You looked down at the skittles and then back up at Peter wondering if you could get something more intimate as apology from Peter, so you pulled out the guilt trip just to mess with him. “Peter, I’m sure we can make it up some how…” you trailed off. “I mean, nothing will be as unforgettable as Homecoming but…” Peter’s eyes locked with yours and he suddenly got an idea. “Unforgettable?” Peter spoke. “Alright.” Peter leaned in and kissed you with so much fire and passion, it would make anyone envious. His lips moved on yours like they had only one other time, the night he came to your window all battered and bruised and told you he was Spider-Man. Emotion was running wild in the kiss and in the midst of it all, you dropped the skittles to move your hands to his hair. Neither of you cared that you were in the hallway. In fact, it wasn’t until the morning announcements started, that you two even realized where you still were. You both pulled apart, your lips slightly pinker from the kiss. “Will you forgive me, Y/N?” Peter asked hopefully, hands still around your waist. Still in a sort of daze from the kiss, you looked up at him. He chuckled at your slight confusion, bringing you back from “Planet Peter” as your friends called it. “What?” You asked Peter. “I said,” Peter said, chuckling again. “Will you forgive me?” You looked smirked slightly, looking to the ground before turning your eyes up to meet his. Leaning into his ear, you whispered, “Do that again and I might just forgive you.” Peter’s jaw clenched as soon as the words left your mouth. When you pulled away from his ear, he looked into your eyes and was about to lean in, but you pulled away from him quickly causing him to shoot you a confused look. You leaned down, not breaking eye contact, to pick up your bag of Skittles off the ground. When you came back up, the words that left your mouth were like silk. Running your hand down Peter’s chest to his abs, you felt him tense. “If you want it Parker,” you say smirking seductively, moving your hand to place your finger under his chin. “You’ll have to come and catch me” You say, wiggling the bag of Skittles in your hand before taking off down the hall. Peter wasted no time in taking off after you. Oh boy… were you going to forgive him alright ;)

~ Extended Ending ~

“So you got detention…” You heard the voice of Captain America on the TV set. Peter was sitting next to you and you shot him a look of complete and utter boredom. Yeah… maybe making Peter that horny wasn’t a good idea because now you’re both in detention. “Sorry.” Peter whispered to you. You smirked slightly. “It’s fine. Don’t sweat it.” You smirked even wider. “I think we’ve both done enough of that today.” He blushed slightly and looked down at his desk. He looked back up at you with a smirk now. “Hey, Y/N?” You looked towards Peter. “Yeah?” You replied, still in a whisper. Peter nudged his head towards the teachers desk where the gym teacher was now asleep. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” Peter smirked. You have him a look back. “No. Peter! We already got caught! Do you want to risk it again?!” You whisper yelled to Peter. You couldn’t deny the way you still wanted him though and you gave in to the mischief. “Let’s go!” You said quickly. Peter’s smirk got impossibly miser and you got up first. When you reached the bathroom, you shot Peter a text to let him know you were waiting. Not even a second later, Peter was out the door, running down the hall as fast as he could. As soon as he was through the door, his lips were on yours. The excitement at thought of what was about to happen, reaching your core before his fingers even did.

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Summary:  Shy boy loves the attention || nsfw || stripper!seb x reader 

Warnings: seb being a tease, strip club, stripping

Note: Here is Stripper!Seb!!! :) Song mentioned is Shameless by the Weeknd. I highly recommend you listen to it. This is, shit I’m sorry.

I might write a part two to this if you all like it/want me to finish it

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