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are you ever in the shower and your heart starts crying because Katara was Aang’s first everything romantically?

First crush
First kiss
First love
First wife
First ahem
First baby momma
First person he said good morning to

and then your weeping heart sobs, “What about the lasts tho?”

Last person he’d kiss before a long day
Last person he said good night to
Last person he said goodbye to

AND THEN YOUR HEART SAYS, “Stop right there!… Do you think he thanked her at the end?”

Oh, you mean like thanks for loving me, thanks for being born 100 years later and then freeing me so we could meet, thanks for believing in an Avatar and then believing in me, thanks for giving me a new family and then our own little family, just all around, “Thank you, Katara.”

… No? Just me? Just my heart interrupting my shower time? Iight fam

Questions and Non-Existent Answers (CEO Luke Hemmings)

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When. When the hell was the last time you could breathe properly? When the hell was the last time you could sleep peacefully? 

To be one-hundred percent, completely honest, not in a few months…? Probably since the last night he was there, holding you as you slept, peaceful, only for the morning to completely destroy it all. Then you found yourself alone.

Get up… Get up!” he screamed in your ear.

“Baby, it 6:15am… I’m going back to sleep…” You pulled the blanket over your head, which was suddenly pulled off and you were dragged out of the bed. “Okay, what the fucking hell, you asshole?”

“Get your shit, and get out,” he seethed.

“Babe, what’s going on?” You tried to sound calm, but it only made him angrier.

“I’m done, I’m done! It’s over, I’m free of you… Be gone!” 

You don’t know why, but no tears came to your eyes. Maybe you were tired, maybe you were too confused, maybe this was all just a dream and you were just reacting to him falling in the shower… again. You walked over to your shard closet slowly, watching him, and packed the stuff that was yours, not the fancy gowns that he had bought you, and walked to the door of your apartment.

“Wh–” You were cut off by the door slamming in your face. And that’s how your friend found you, sobbing on the curb at 6:30am.

Y/N, you gotta get up, it’s been two months, and the few times you’ve ever been out of the house are to see your family, and if I drag you to the grocery store.

A wail came from the other side of the room. Y/F/N groaned and walked over the the little girl who emitted the noise. Yeah, your best friend married strait out of college and got pregnant not much after.

“Hi, Carolina,” she said to the tiny baby in her arms. 

The door opened, and Y/F/N’s husband walked in. “Hi, love! Y/N, there’s a letter for you.” He handed you a rather large envelope. You opened it and pulled out a folder. You pulled out the first of many documents:

Dear Miss Y/N,

Please sign below regarding that you have been romantically associated with CEO, Luke Hemmings, of Hemming Corporations, for the past four years. Do not discard this document, this is a legal document regarding a romantic associated between two persons under law. Please sign below.

What the hell was this? You quickly signed the document, put it in the designated return envelope, and put it in your mailbox. You looked at your phone, then opened your text messages.

To: Luke Hemmings

What the fuck did I just get in the mail?

You texted him. Your phone buzzed after a few seconds.

From: Luke Hemmings

Just sign the damn document and fucking send it to me asap

You rolled your eyes and put your phone away, not planning on replying to your ex.

Buzz

From: Luke Hemmings

I know you read that

From: Luke Hemmings

Y/N call me when you’re not being a bitch

From: Luke Hemmings

Ok, I apologize, just call me as soon as you can

You quickly went to his contact and pressed his phone number, calling the bastard himself.

“Ba– Y/N,” he stated professionally.

“Luke, what do you want to tell me?”

“Come down to my office. Now.”

“Look, I don’t have time for your shit right now, I shouldn’t even be talking to you, nonetheless receiving legal documents about our shitty relationship. Just answer my fucking question, Hemmings. What the fuck is the document?” you demanded.

“Come to the–”

“No.”

“Y/N, please. You don’t ever have to talk to me again afterwards, just… please, come to my office.”

“Fine.” You groaned, almost inaudible, and hung up, grabbing your car keys and driving to the tall and shiny office building in the center of Y/T/N. You walked through the lobby, avoiding everyone’s eye contact that stopped and stared at you. You walked to the front desk, so that you could get access to Luke’s floor.

“Alice… May you please let me up?” you asked the girl sitting there.

“Y– Y/N! Yes! Of course!” She rushed from behind the desk, and walked to the elevator with you, scanning the card, and pressing the button for floor number 63. You strutted out of the elevator and to the largest room on the floor, positioned right through the lobby doors, to the left, another left, and straight ahead until you reached the door with a plaque on it that said:

LUKE HEMMINGS

C.E.O. HEMMINGS CORP.

You didn’t even knock. You walked right in to see your ex staring at his computer screen. You doubt he even knew you were in there. The office looked the same as you remembered. And that was the bad thing.

The way you remembered was when he had pictures of the trips you took together. And the shared favorite amongst the two of you was when he decided that for your third anniversary that he would throw you a surprise, and when you found out, you launched yourself onto him and kissed him. There were fireworks, literal fireworks, and the photographer captured it all. It sat right on his desk in the frame his niece made for him. It was a wooden frame with a silver line painted around the edge and a golden-dotted lining. It sat on the right side of his desk. Right where it was now. You hoped he hadn’t replaced it.

“Luke?” He looked up at you, surprised.

“I– I didn’t know you were coming…”

“I told you I was.”

“I must’ve not heard, or I would’ve cleaned up a bit.” He blushed.

“What the hell is going on?”

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The Five Times Bucky Picks You

Word Count: 2,084

Warnings: None.

A/N: Something quick I whipped up because my brain is too tired to write any series. Enjoy :D 

Originally posted by duckybarness

The first time Bucky picks you, you’re sitting at your dining room table, biology book opened as you try to draw a diagram of a plant cell. You have a half-eaten sandwich sitting on your plate beside the book and you take a bit, absently chewing as you frown at your paper. The proportions are all wrong and these are just notes, they shouldn’t be something you worry about, but here you are, erasing the cell wall for the fifth time and trying to be accurate this time around.

Being in honors classes, you’re pressured to do your best and graduate top of your eighth-grade class. Your parents beam with pride when they tell their friends that you’re doing so well in school, and you want to keep them looking that way for as long as you can.

There’s a knock to your door and your mom calls out your name. “Bucky’s here!” she says.

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Maybe it’s time to stop using Nazis as bad guys.

Now hear me out. I’m not saying we shouldn’t make any more World War II movies. And I’m not saying we can’t have movies that portray Nazis in the villainous role they require, earned, and deserve. All I’m saying is that maybe we shouldn’t, for a while.

Nazis have essentially become the titular Alien from the Alien movies. We’ve seen it so many times, its portrayal growing more and more reductive with each installment, that we’ve reached the point where we’re no longer afraid of it. The Alien isn’t scary anymore. Once you drag the monster out of the shadows of your bedroom, shine a bright light on it, and make it dance, you forget what it feels like to be sitting alone in the dark with it watching you from a distorted mass of shapes that project nothing but malice and dread despite never fully congealing into a recognizable figure.

Today, we take for granted the amount of time it took the majority of the world to realize that. Many countries, the United States included, didn’t see Nazis as the overt monsters nearly a century of hindsight has taught us they were all along. Nazism was vogue, even in America, where the well-educated and well-moneyed would spend evenings extolling the virtues of eugenics, and suggesting appeasement was the way to deal with Hitler, because he “really didn’t seem that bad.”

Most people reacted with incredulous disbelief at the rumors of death camps, prompting people to actually break in to camps to collect evidence, because yes, “pics or it didn’t happen” absolutely extended to the Holocaust. We had to be convinced that Nazis were truly evil, and decades of casting them as cartoonish villains in popular culture has softened their evil to the point where it’s almost become abstracted. When watching Inglourious Basterds, it’s easy to forget to connect the bizarrely affable Hans Landa to this (holy hell graphic and disturbing) image of a wheelbarrow full of dead Jewish children, and fucking nobody is thinking about that real, soul-crushing shit while they’re waiting for Nazi Zombies to load.

Why We’ve All Forgotten How Evil The Nazis Really Were

→ nudes, not flowers (pt. 1)

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

☆ pairing → Hoseok x reader x Jungkook

☆ genre → fuckboi!au, smut 

warning  public sex, slight voyeurism/exhibitionism, dirty talk, dom!junghope, demeaning names during sex if you aren’t into that, jealousy

☆ word count   → 5.5k

summary   → you’re not supposed to fall for Jung Hoseok and his repertoire of awful pick-up lines – but you do. the problem is: he’s afraid of commitment, and bolts at the idea of settling down. you decide to stay far away from fuckboys, but his friend decides to test your new found resolutions

or : Jungkook wants to see how far he can push Hoseok until he snaps 

→  pt i | pt ii

a/n  → …. why tf did i do this to myself!!! (this is just smut that i had to split into two parts rip)
anyways tagging @kstopping @gxtsmxt @thotmi bc nothing says i love you like a junghope smut am i right



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I’m very tired and should not even be awake at this hour but here’s a handy dandy guide to pushing over each of the jojos


Jonathan: You will never manage to push this boy over, he’s sturdy as hell so if you even try he’ll just sort of stand there confused and ask what it is you’re doing. He’s too kind for his own good and doesn’t even realize you’re trying to shove him into the concrete. 

Joseph: Not too hard to push, he usually won’t even notice you sneaking up behind him to topple him over. When he falls though it’s like watching a poorly acted scene from a sitcom complete with windmilling arms and him screaming. 

Jotaro: A bit difficult to tip over, you’ll have to wait until he’s distracted and give it 110% of your strength to even manage, but when you do it’s very satisfying. He falls over like a loaded bookcase and all u can hear is the soft “oof” as the air leaves his lungs. You will have to run afterwards though because Star Platinum is coming for your ass.

Josuke: He’s not really all that hard to shove, and he has a fairly average fall, however he’s the most vengeful of the jojo’s once he’s been tipped. If the fall happened to mess with his hair, he’ll chase after you full speed until he can get in at least one good punch. Definitely not worth it.

Giorno: Easiest of them all to tip over, you don’t even need to put that much force into it to send this boy flying. He’ll take it fairly well, brushing himself off and treating it as though it didn’t bother him, but you should probably watch your back for the next few days.

Jolyne: Same with Josuke, very average fall and not too much force needed. If you do knock her over though she will be on your ass cussing up a storm. She won’t even use her stand for the beating you’re about to get, she’ll do it all with her own two fists.

Johnny: I mean why you’d want to push Johnny over is beyond me, but it’s not too hard, you just have to give the wheelchair a good push. Once he’s on the ground though he’s either gonna lay there stunned for a bit until someone helps or he’ll drag himself after you. Watch out cause this boy’s coming for your fucking ankles. 

Gappy: Very unsatisfying, trying to push this boy over is like trying to pet a cat that doesn’t want it. His body will bend in ways that should not be humanly possible and even if you do succeed he doesn’t fall, he’ll just move with your hands until he’s doing a half limbo and you’re left looking like a fool.

Writing is Hard, Part 5: Headcanons

Summary: Dean shows the reader that there’s truth to a famous headcanon.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


“Reading anything good?” Dean asks.

Sam’s inside the gas station, picking up some snacks instead of listening to this conversation, so your face doesn’t feel the need to flush with embarrassment. Dean already knows exactly what you’re reading.

“I guess,” you tell him. No need to feed his ego by telling him how hot the story is.

“What is it?”

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“Let’s go on a date”

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kim seokjin | dating jin would be piggy back rides on his broad shoulders and intense mario cart competitions and walks in the park with his dog jjangu and cooking together with his arms wrapped around your waist and his lips pressed against the curve of your neck

alternate versions: jimin | jungkook | namjoon | hoseok | yoongi | taehyung

A Lesson in Love (The Aftermath)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,817

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. This part is small snippets of how the reader is feeling after the events of the last chapter. I hope you enjoy it 😊

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist

@avengerstories - you dedicate so much time to editing all of my fics and I am forever grateful to you for that

Originally posted by kingsebastian

Forty Minutes Later

You read an article a few weeks ago about something called ‘dry drowning’. At the time, the prognosis seemed so strange. Whenever you heard the word 'drowning’, you associated it with water. That’s why you couldn’t comprehend how it could happen on land. It took a quick Google search to inform you that dry drowning was the lungs’ inability to extract oxygen from the air; it could happen just as easily on land as it could in the water.

As you sit on the floor with your arms still wrapped tightly around your body and your legs fast asleep, you realize that you’re drowning. The world is blurring into shapes you can’t make out and bright colors that make your eyes hurt. Your head is spinning. And your heart, oh your heart, it’s aching with loss. Abandonment. Rejection.

Rejection is a feeling you don’t know very well and one that is quite literally making you sick to your stomach. By avoiding relationships, you’ve avoided this. But there was only so long you could last before it found you. You might be biased or inexperienced, but you’re almost certain that it has sensed your vulnerability like a dog sniffs out fear and is using that to its advantage. It sees you trapped out in the ocean trying to keep yourself afloat and it’s like a merciless wave that refuses to let you get your bearings before knocking you under the surface again.

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I get a totally different feel off people depending on which homestuck character is their icon like

John: probably rly sweet and doesn’t like discourse
Rose: analytical in depth posts one minute and shitposts the next
Dave or davesprite: really cool and gay, posts about how gay they are
Jade: a sweetheart who will drag you if you step out of line
Jane: draws fanart, usually of jane, and they’re rly peaceful
Roxy: The Best™ posts, and a fun personality
Dirk or lil hal: cool but shitposts about their feelings, gets a lot of asks
Jake: I already love them based on the pfp
Aradia: they like femslash rarepairs, draws them
Tavros: really defensive over homestuck and doesn’t get memes
Sollux: a lot of shitposting. A lot.
Karkat: Sweet and wonderful. The best blog.
Nepeta: they post memes and art
Kanaya: Super Sapphic on the way
Terezi: a rolemodel who knows the ropes of homestuck tumblr perfectly
Vriska: get ready for some discourse on your dash pal
Equius: will hug you if they could, but is bad at replying to ims
Gamzee: either just started homestuck and is sweet or gets into a lot of discourse
Eridan: acts like a big deal but don’t know how to edit their theme
Feferi: a literally sweetheart who posts cute aesthetics
Calliope: seems sweet but they can destroy you
Caliborn: acts tough but can’t handle anons
Davepeta: wonderful n nice but they may be a furry.
Jasprose: their blog is anarchy
Any other sprite: a wildcard but i trust them
Any guardian but bro: a mature person, good place to go to for advice
Bro: no
Any carapacion: sweet and good
Any lepricon: gay and mysterious
Fancharacter: Cool™ and probably has a lot of art

say if it’s accurate for u in the tags I need the data

03. Valentine’s Day (M)

A/N: In honor of it being Valentine’s Day, I’ve decided to embrace my trash self and write a little mini scenario for each member. Some are PWP some have backstory but they are all filled with filthy smut. Enjoy xx. :’)

Genre/Warnings: Smut; (pardon my vulgarities) featuring a Possessive Seokjin, The Pussy-Eating King Yoongi, Candle Expert Hoseok, Daddy Joon, Sub Jimin, Smug Tae, and Creative Kook.


Seokjin:

It was incredibly rare when Seokjin let his composure go and his patience wear thin. Normally he was gentle, the man taking every bit of his time to map your body out, making sure he takes notice as to what gets you writhing in pleasure beneath him. He’s patient, always putting you first, and he never asks for anything in return. But there are certain things that make him tick – one being when another man can’t seem to keep his eyes to himself.

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