everything for that room

hurtful words

Request Prompt; Hi, i was wondering if you could please make an imagine where shawn makes y/n cry because he said something he doesn’t mean?

Warning; small use of foul language


You and Shawn had a lot going for each other; he was about to go on his first full out tour in the U.S., and you were preparing to go to your dream school. To top it all off, the two of you were nearing your one year anniversary with each other. It’s been a long ride between different schedules and time zones, but the two of you made it work.

Unlike the rest of the anniversaries that the two of you have shared, you suggested having a nice dinner in the comfort of your shared home this time. The contrast from fancy and uptight dinners would be nice for the two of you. All you needed was to be with Shawn, and you’d be happy either way. You had been so ecstatic about the upcoming date with Shawn for weeks now, that every time you thought about it, you couldn’t help but squirm in your seat from excitement. Something about him made every date feel like the first. Whether it was him bringing flowers or giant teddy bears, his gestures always managed to make you melt.

As the days became hours until your anniversary was coming, you picked out Shawn’s favorite dress on you to wear. The dinner might’ve been at home, but you put on as much makeup as if you were about to walk the red carpet. Don’t get it wrong — you were comfortable enough around Shawn to be bare faced, but you wanted this to be the perfect night for the two of you, and that would start by you looking and feeling your best. You also started dinner in the midst of everything to make sure you were on schedule.

Shawn was out with his friends, which gave you the perfect amount of time to tidy everything around the house up. You didn’t mind if he was out for the day, because you would be able to have him for the rest of the night. It was going to be a great night for the two of you.

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this scene resonates with me times a million. imagine what she must’ve been feeling. imagine never having seen the neon lights of an “open” sign, a sweet young love holding hands as they make their way down the sidewalk, or a child smiling at his sprinkled ice cream cone as he comes out of the shop. imagine never having tasted the crisp morning air of a downtown, or never having felt a gentle breeze running its fingers through your hair as you listen to the soft bustles of life and the chimes of bells on doors. everything that isn’t a cold and bare room painted in the blandest white is new and enticing. mike looks onward, and he’s used to this—eleven’s eyes can hardly keep up with everything there is for her to look at.

Sweater Weather

SUMMARY  - You read Bucky’s diary after an unfortunate event .

WARNINGS - ANGST , DEATH ( I maybe cried a little while writing this)

Sorry in advance . 

A/N - This is for Annie’s @hellomissmabel 1K celebration shuffle challenge . 

Taw @supersoldierslover Thank you so much babe . 

Everything in italics is from Bucky’s journal. 


Originally posted by merci-angel

I was scared . I didn’t know what to say and if I had to say anything at all. I felt extremely uncomfortable with the number of people around me . I felt guilt . I didn’t understand why they would welcome me to their house after everything I had done . You were the last person Steve introduced me to. The wide smile and the genuine sparkle in your eyes gave me comfort . I hoped to stay away from you in fear of hurting you too like I did to the other in the room .

  All I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand

Well , at first I tried to stay away but wasn’t very effective . You seemed comfortable around me , no hesitance in sparking up a conversation or just sitting next to me watching the television . Your soft smile directed towards me every time our eyes met made me happy for some reason . It gave me ease. My otherwise tense body would slouch a little and I would breathe lighter . It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I didn’t know what to do when you feel asleep on my shoulder . I just sat there looking at how peaceful you looked hoping that one day I could sleep as sound as you were.

Use the sleeves of my sweater
Let’s have an adventure
Head in the clouds but my gravity’s centered
Touch my neck and I’ll touch yours
You in those little high waisted shorts, o

It has been a few months here now and I feel settled . Well you make me feel that way . And the others too have shown so much acceptance that I will forever be grateful . I have become welcoming to touches and conversations. Maybe it is just me but I feel that for some reason you spend a lot of time with me . I like it . I like to think that you care for me . Sam and I don’t really get along that well but I still like him because I heard him giving an earful to an agent who said that I was a monster and I killed people and that I was dangerous . Man !!! I have never seen him so angry . I was very happy to know he cared too .

  She knows what I think about
And what I think about
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that wouldn’t wanna tell you about no

I didn’t really expect Tony to ever talk to me after discovering the truth that  I had killed his parents . But today , he started working on a prosthetic arm for me and he called me to his lab . He was so gentle touching my arm . I couldn’t get the guilt off myself and I found tears rolling down my eyes while I whispered ‘I’m sorry .’   He said nothing . He just hugged me . I didn’t think I deserved such kindness but it eased me mind and heart . He just patted my shoulder and walked out of the lab .

  ‘Cause it’s too cold whoa
For you here and now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

So…..It been some time since I flirted with somebody . And it was a little surprising to know that girls are pretty good at it . In my time it was the guy who had to woo the ladies . But I didn’t really mind the other way around . Not that I would recognise it if someone actually flirted with me . ‘Listen to me dude , I know for sure she likes you.’ Sam whispered into my ear while we were all sitting in the common room having dinner . I looked at Steve for some help . ‘ I think so too . I mean , she’s been pretty flirty with you lately .’ He said shrugging . Flirty??? You flirted with me??  I liked you but never did I think you would like me back . I found myself blushing every time you looked at me after this new found information .

  And if I may just take your breath away
I don’t mind if there’s not much to say
Sometimes the silence guides our minds to
So move to a place so far away

I tried ok? I tried to be cool and flirt back but even I was cringing at my horrible attempts . I was hoping that the charm back in the 40’s would come back but they didn’t . But thank fucking god you were good at it . ‘ Would you ….Would you like to go on a date with me Bucky?’ you asked and I truly couldn’t my ears . I was screaming and jumping in joy all in my mind . I could only nod with a wide smile etched on my face .

  The goosebumps start to raise
The minute that my left hand meets your waist
And then I watch your face
Put my finger on your tongue
'Cause you love the taste yeah

It was the most wonderful 4 months of my life . I couldn’t be happier . Laying beside you on the bed with you wearing my maroon sweater with your head on my chest made me want to stay like this forever . It’s the best night of sleep I have ever gotten . I couldn’t take the images of last night from my head . The feel of your lips against my body , your soft hands running over my scars , looking at them like they are the most beautiful scars you have ever seen . They once made me feel ashamed of myself , a constant reminder of the day I turned into someone I hate now . But you make them look like battle scars . Like I endured all this pain and came out alive .

  These hearts adore,
Every other beat the other one beats for
Inside this place is warm
Outside it starts to pour

2 years and I still get butterflies in my tummy when you smile . I hope I can always see you smiling that way .I hope I save you from the horrors of the world and keep you say . I will never let anyone make you cry . I found myself blankly staring at you and wondering how the fuck I got so lucky .

Coming down
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that I wouldn’t wanna tell you about, no no

After everything I did I didn’t think I would have a chance at a normal life much less a chance at love . But you….uhhhh I don’t know what to say . I could have never imagined the life I am living today . I want to hold you in my arms and cherish you forever . That’s when it hit me…..

 Cause it’s too cold whoa
For you here
And now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

It wasn’t just Steve who was helping me out but it was also Nat , Wanda and Sam. How the fuck did they even know ?? Steve and Sam were mostly useless since they only teased me all the time but Nat and Wanda actually gave me tips . Nat helped me pick out the ring and Wanda helped me out in calming my nerves and helping me with the speech . I had to get this all ready before the mission and Tony also promised me that he would make a romantic atmosphere on the roof for when I come back so that my proposal could be the best .

'Cause it’s too cold whoa
For you here and now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

I was going to be off to the mission by tomorrow morning and I knew I will miss you a lot . So I kept you close to me all day . Kissed you and hugged you every chance I could get . And at night I when I found you on the bed hugging my sweater to your chest already asleep I pulled you against me chest and fell asleep . I wanted to tell you before I went but you were fast asleep and I didn’t want to disturb you . I can’t wait to get back .

But he didn’t . Well technically he did get back . But he didn’t get back alive . You held the book against your  chest , tears flowing down your face staining the sweater as your body shook violently against Steve’s chest . You didn’t understand how he was able to contain himself . You knew he was dying inside . So were you .You couldn’t believe it . How could this happen? It’s not true !! Bucky can’t be dead!! He said he’s come back . He said he’d propose to you .

“Steve??? Please!!!! Bring him back !!! He wouldn’t leave me like this . He loves me !!!” You cried turning around to face Steve ,clutching his shirt shaking him trying to get him to speak . But he didn’t . He just wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close as he silently cried .

You pushed him away .

“Steve!!! He’s…..He’s not dead . I love him . He..he…..please….” You begged . You couldn’t accept the fact that he is gone . The man that you love , you will never be able to see again .

Everybody’s heart broke to see you this way , Tony wanted to come and console you but he couldn’t get himself to do it . He was in shock too .

“Do you want to see him?” Steve asked softly as he wiped his tears with the back of his hand .

You shook you head no . “ No.. I don’t ….My Bucky is dead Steve!! Our Bucky is dead Steve…I…” He pulled you back against his chest as you sobs grew louder . You stayed there hoping that this was all just a nightmare . You kept staring at the door hoping that Bucky would run through it and kiss you . Hoping that he would hold you against him as you slept . But that never came . Steve slowly lifted you and took you to where Bucky’s body was kept . You felt nauseous . The tears crept back in threatening to spill.

And they did as soon as you saw his lifeless body on the bed . You couldn’t go closer . You didn’t want to touch him and make it all real . Still hoping that this was a horrible nightmare .

The next few days went so quick. You had no time to register what was happening around you . You just went with the flow and so did Steve . Still unable to accept that he lost his best friend for the second time.

After the funeral and everything you came back to your room and hopped on your bed . That’s when you realised . This was all true . Bucky is gone . Your breathing became heavier as you head started to ache . His sweater on the pillow , and you bought it to your body . You turned around not able to look at the empty place on the bed next to you . The book that you had read had a box on top of it which caught your eye . You knew what it was . But you couldn’t …you couldn’t look at it . You didn’t want to look at it . The reality of never seeing him ever again , never hearing his voice , never able to touch him , never able to look into his blue eyes again but most importantly look at his beautiful smile that you would die for. And even though you had his sweater with you , you felt cold . Cold and empty. 

Life is cruel. As soon as it gave him a second chance it snatched it away from him .

It’s too cold,
It’s too cold
The holes of my sweater


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Mod Steph here with the results from this round’s Fluff Week results!

As always, I’d like to say that we mods were amazed and awed by the amount of love, productivity, and creativity that this fandom as poured out this week. Even if your name isn’t on this list, a whole bunch of new people got to experience your work, probably for the first time. You challenged yourselves and hopefully produced some things to be proud of! 

And onto the winners!



Doctor, Doctor, Give Me the News by @queseraawesome


Colonel Sportacus Champitor Crimson the Second by @hylian-reptile


Feral cat by @lostlegendaerie


GUESS YOU’RE MY EVERYTHING NOW by @awesomenessagenda 


leave room for space jesus by @bizarrebird



Donut’s Photo Album by @captainkonot


Red vs Ocean by @quetzalcactus


computer problems by @grimmmons


Movie Night, also by @grimmmons

The mod ballot will be on it’s own post, since it was an optional poll.

Congratulations to our winners and those who participated!

Not A Part Of The Plan

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: The Avengers have someone precious to Loki, but Loki has the upper hand on them // Based off of this tumblr Imagine (http://tom-hiddleston-imagines.tumblr.com/post/122757963444/imagine-this-look-loki-gives-tony-when-he-says )


Read On Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6734884

          Tony was waiting. He knew Loki was bound to show up. He saw Clint and Natasha from the corner of his eye. They positioned themselves in the shadows of the room. Tony had everything he needed in arm’s reach. ‘This should be easy. It should go well.’ He thought to himself. Then, he materialized into the room, armor and all. The green God stared at the Iron Man with a look that could kill him. He walked forward unblinking and looking into Tony.

           “I know she’s here,” Loki used the only four words he needed to say. The Avengers captured her. They captured everyone in Loki’s employ, but they didn’t realize who she exactly was until Thor saw the two snakes on her neck. Now, Loki stood in front of Tony inching closer to him with every step.

           “I hate repeating myself,” Four more words.

           “You don’t have to,” Tony said. “Let’s cut to the chase. You want her back. We’ll happily give her to you. We want something back.”


           “We want the Tesseract.”

           “No.” The sound of Loki’s voice resonated in the room.

           “No Tesseract. No girlfriend.” Tony stood his ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he could feel Clint giving him a ‘did you seriously just say no to a mass murderer’ look. Loki’s fists grew tighter. He stopped in front of Tony, mere inches from his face.

           “If you and the rest of your friends don’t give her to me, I will not hesitate to remind you how mortal you are,” Loki whispered. Tension grew like weeds, unwanted and too quickly. Natasha moved closer to Tony. She didn’t like where this was going neither did Clint who had an arrow aimed at Loki’s head. All was quiet in the room until footsteps came from down the hall. Someone was coming, but they were not in any rush. Confused, Tony tried to look down the hallway by leaning back. His eyes widened.

           “(Y/N)? What are you doing?” Tony asked out loud. Loki quickly turned towards the footsteps. (Y/N) walked out into the open lounge. ‘This isn’t the plan. This isn’t the plan at all. What the hell is going on?’ Tony thought to himself.

           “Hello pet,” Loki smiled warmly and open his arms for her to hug. (Y/N) smiled and ran over to him. She embraced him tightly and buried her face into his chest.

           “I missed you,” (Y/N) said. Loki ran his fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head.

           “I missed you too, little pet,” Loki responded.

           “Wait a minute, hold on, what’s going on?” Tony asked out loud. ‘Something’s off. Way off’ he thought to himself. Natasha walked into sight.

           “(Y/N), where is Thor and Steve?” she aimed her gun at Loki’s head. Loki smiled and kissed the top of (Y/N)’s head.

           “I’m sorry,” (Y/N) responded. “I had to do it.”

           “Had to do what, (Y/N)?” Nat aimed the gun at (Y/N).

           “I would think twice before you aim your weapons at her, Agent,” Loki narrowed his eyes.

           “Answer the question,” Nat demanded. (Y/N) looked to Tony and to Natasha. She felt Loki’s hands grab her at her sides. He steadied her. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. She meant too much to him.

           “I know this wasn’t part of the plan, but it’s better this way,” she began. “Thor and Steve are fine. They’re just knocked out—

           “How?” The Black Widow interrupted.

           “Oh come now, I assumed you were smarter than that, Agent,” Loki said. “Haven’t you noticed an aura about her? A different sort of energy perhaps?” Then it hit Tony. The tests that Banner ran on her. The crazy results he got. How a normal human being shouldn’t have this much energy pent up inside of them. Tony called him crazy; said he got the numbers wrong. He didn’t listen.

           “The Tesseract…it’s inside her isn’t it?” Tony was afraid what the answer was going to be. Loki wrapped his arms around her core and smiled. Natasha lowered her gun, speechless. A hint of icy blue flashed across (Y/N)’s eyes.

           “Do not be afraid, my pet, for you are the most dangerous monster in the room.”

Nothing can come between us

Blindspot fanfic. This started out as a short drabble but got a bit out of hand. I really miss Sarah and Sawyer and hope they come back next season.

Sarah Weller loved her brother, but if she was being totally honest, she’d have to admit that she was dreading this visit.

She kept one eye on her son’s back as they made their way out of the baggage claim area at La Guardia Airport and scanned the faces in the waiting crowd with the other.

She knew Kurt was eager for her to spend time with his new girlfriend, Jane, but as eager as Sarah was to see him, she didn’t share his enthusiasm. The last time she’d seen Jane, the woman had been pretending to be Taylor Shaw, a childhood friend magically returned after being missing for twenty-five years. Only the whole thing had been a lie just to worm her way into Kurt’s affections and the FBI. And when the lie had been revealed, Kurt had been destroyed. And even though he may have forgiven and forgotten, Sarah hadn’t. She’d never seen her brother so devastated, especially following on the heels of their father’s death and his deathbed revelation that he’d killed Taylor.

Kurt wasn’t entirely wrong, though: Sarah was going to spend some time with Jane this week. She was going to find a few moments—away from her brother—to let Jane know that if she ever even thought about hurting Kurt again, Sarah was going to make her pay, no matter how many fancy martial arts the tattooed woman knew.

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Phil’s looking for his friend, but Dan’s hiding in a fun place…

Phil placed down one of the heavy lights he would be filming with. He dug his phone from the elastic of his pj pants and checked the time. It was already after 12! He and Dan were supposed to film something for his channel today and if he wanted to edit it all in time for an evening upload then he needed to film now. He’d already put on a nice button up and everything was set up in his room. All he needed now was decent lighting and Dan, one of which was missing. He’d checked the bedroom, the den, even knocked on the bathroom door to see where his curly-haired friend was hiding. When he came up with nothing, he finally broke down and went to bother you, something he hated doing.

You were sitting in the kitchen, headphones in, doing something on your computer. Your face was serious but a little unfocused, whatever you were watching was capturing your full attention. Phil hoped he wasn’t going to put you in a bad mood by interrupting what you were doing. “Hey y/n.” You seemed startled to see him standing in the entrance of the kitchen. Both your hands had been in your lap but one shot up and quickly clicked out of something on the computer while the other pulled out one of your headphones. “Oh hey Phil. What’s up?” Phil smiled sheepishly, kind of messing with the huge light he’d brought in with him. “Nothing, just looking for Dan.” You gave him a teasing smile, “The flat’s pretty small, Lester. How hard can it be to find your friend?” Phil’s neck grew hot and he started sputtering, feeling like an idiot for losing his best friend. You laughed at him and it only made it worse. “I’m kidding, man. Dan stepped out a little earlier for something,” you said. Your eyes kept drifting between the computer screen and Phil, and you were biting at your lip every few moments.

Phil was going to kill Dan! He’d been telling his friend about this video for a week now! Even reminded him last night that he was supposed to film today. And now he was deciding to run errands? “Well there’s no use being upset over it now. Any idea when he’ll be back?” Phil sighed. You were looking back at the computer again but paid attention to Phil when you remembered you were still having a conversation. “Oh! Um, well he uh, I think he said t-that he’d be back by like one today.” Your voice shook with every word. Phil thought you were acting super strange, but you’d given him the information he needed so he wasn’t in any position to question it. “Cool thanks. Y/n…are you feeling alright?” Phil knew it was rude to pry, but he was worried about your odd behavior. You nodded, your face now flushed and your breathing pretty heavy. “Okay then I’ll see you later.” He picked up the light and was back down the hall toward his room, wondering why you had been acting so weird.

You waited until Phil’s door was shut before dropping the facade and sinking down into your chair. Your hands fell back beneath the table and threaded through soft brown locks. The video playing quietly on your computer ended. “You think he knew something was up?” You looked down between your legs at Dan’s smirking face. “Oh he definitely knew something was up, I just doubt he knew it was me eating you under the table.” He turned and crawled from underneath the place where had dinner, sitting down shirtless in one of the dining room chairs. His lips were swollen and there was a noticeable tent in his boxers. You shut your laptop and clucked your tongue at him. “Well either way that was entirely too close,” I hit his shoulder, “and bad friend Dan! Hiding from your friend and making me lie to him!”

“Well you could’ve just told him I was busy with my lips around your-”

“You don’t have to tell me about it I was there!”

You shut the laptop and plopped down in Dan’s lap, right over his hard cock. You grasped the back of his neck and kissed his lips softly. His tongue slid into your mouth so you tasted yourself, and his hands moved your hips over his. When you pulled away he looked even more turned on than before. “Well, I know you’ve got a video to film with your friend.” You hopped off of him and picked up your laptop. You started walking toward the living room. “What so we’re not gonna take care of this?” He called behind you. “Maybe after you’re done, but right now your friend needs you more than you need me so go get dressed.” With that I left him sitting in the kitchen high and dry.

Dan looked where you had just been standing for a few seconds then looked down at his problem. “Seriously?”

A/N: God I could write about Dan going down on me all day

I’m so excited.....

We are going to do this…..

Watch the upcoming eclipse on a warship!  100% totality, it will be freaking awesome.  Then going to explore the area.  Charleston and Columbia, South Carolina are so full of history.

I’m bouncing up and down.

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Already ordered the special glasses for the family, got the dog the “executive suite” at the boarding kennel.  ‘Cause little shit is spoiled and needs his own room instead of a cage.  Seriously, it’s a room with a/c and windows and everything.  It’s hella cute.

Some places though (like up there is Illinois) actually cancelled people’s hotel reservations and then when they went to rebook the rooms?  The prices had gone up to over $1,000 USD!  Price gouging is illegal!

Also….my Remington is posting again!  I missed him sooo much!  My two favorite sims are in different stories/different saves!  LOL

A Tease of what I’m working on: Sorrowful Angels, Love in Twelve Nights, & The Gladiator &The Arrow

Sorrowful Angels: 

Standing in front of the large gleaming porcelain tub with steaming hot water felt decadent. She was amazed Peeta had a bath in his room. Everything in the room looked new, she wondered if he had it installed. She could imagine him sitting inside of the tub after a hard day’s work in the bakery.

The thought of Peeta naked caused her to become flushed. Katniss clutched her towel, swallowed nervously and began to sing; her voice was soft yet strong. Katniss had no idea her voice carried through the vents and it could be heard downstairs in the back of the bakery.  

Love In Twelve Nights:

Peeta laughed wholeheartedly at his sarcastic words. “I have slept plenty of nights on the floor.”

Sebastian’s silver eyes glowed like beacons, his mirth, and warmth on display for Peeta’s eyes only.  “Have you my lord, and did you find these places good company?”

“No, these floors were cold and distant,” Peeta said moving onto the bed.

“My lord,” Sebastian shook his head. “You did not meet the right floor then.”

“There are floors that are better?” Peeta slowly rubbed his chin with his hand, his blue gaze missing nothing, the slight flush on Sebastian’s cheeks, the way his body turned toward his, yielding space for him.

“Yes, there are, my lord.” Sebastian’s eyes coyly lowered.

“Tell me of them.” Peeta did not realize his voice thickened.

“There are floors yielding with hidden comforts.”

Peeta moved closer.  “Such as.”

The Gladiator & The Arrow: 

Peeta pulled away slightly, her lips were plump and wet from their kiss. He roughly whispered, “Wait until tonight, I’m going to have you panting my name to reward you for your mark.”

Katniss turned pink, last night she’d bitten him on his buttock, he wore the mark under his clothing a proud reminder that Peeta belonged to her. She bit her bottom lip.the memory of his skill with his mouth and fingers caused her knees to liquefy. She buried put face into his broad chest. She wanted what he planned now, but the couldn’t. They had to cross the river. Katniss was forced to calm her racing body.

Peeta glanced around before discreetly whispering what he wanted to do to her with his mouth. The skill he possessed with his mouth and fingers caused her knees to liquefy. She buried put face into his broad chest. She wanted what he planned now, but they couldn’t not now, but later perhaps, if there was time. They had to cross the river. She breathed deep fortifying breaths and told herself to cool down, which was impossible because of the smoldering look Peeta was giving her.

anonymous asked:

what do you mean when you say you don't have the emotional energy to be upset about the writers room? is everything ok?

Everything’s okay! Good, even. I just kind of don’t have it in me right now to engage with X-Files negativity.

I’m not sure how well I can explain, even to myself, why that is. To an extent, this has always been my personality; I’ll overthink everything if I let myself, so for certain things, things I love, I just DON’T. I have to be intentional about setting aside something that makes me happy and letting myself be happy about it. When I was watching The X-Files for the first time, I didn’t love absolutely every episode or approve of the way every plotline was handled, but I didn’t want to write about my issues with the show just yet. Writing my critiques (and reading other people’s critiques) makes them real to me, and I just wanted to wholly and fully love The X-Files for a while. And now that we get one last chance to share the anticipation of waiting for new episodes, I want to go back to that feeling.

That’s not to say that I think being critical of something you love means you’re overthinking it. I think the opposite. We critique things we love because we care and we know they can be better. It’s just that I personally have a hard time not letting my critiques consume and depress me, especially when it comes to the show I’ve chosen to love most (which is not always great for me, job wise. I’m working on it). Last week I saw one negative comment about season 10 on here, WHICH I AGREED WITH, and I literally had to leave my apartment and take a walk.

The current state of America is obviously not helping. I’m so busy right now, and this country/the world has given us all so much to be worried and angry about. And I know the state of our society makes the arts more important, not less, and that we need to be especially vigilant of the messages our media sends and the inclusivity of that media, both behind and in front of the camera. (I also know that when I compartmentalize something I love, like The X-Files, to avoid letting myself be overly negative about it, it’s at least in part a function of my privilege as a cis white woman.) I’m glad people are getting LOUD about how The X-Files has ignored, and continues to ignore, women’s voices. I just get really tired at the thought of adding my voice to that chorus in anything more substantial than a tweet.

I’ll get to a point where I’m ready to be critical. After season 10, I was hard on the finale. Professionally. (And commenters told me I was watching The X-Files wrong because I didn’t fully support everything it was doing.) I’m not great at being angry about what might be, or what could have been, but I’m great at being upset about what IS. But I’m in “maybe there’s hope” mode right now, and it’s a large part of why I’ve been spending less time on here. I love every smart, critical voice holding this show to a high standard. But right now I have to be soft with it.

chip-mooney  asked:

hey mate, just wanted to get an idea of how much photoshop features in your workflow? your images are stunning. keep it up! chip

Thanks for your nice words about my work!

I don’t use Photoshop, but I run everything through Lightroom. One of the reasons I shoot so much film is because I enjoy what’s special and also what’s limiting about the emulsion, so most of my editing is about straightening, getting rid of dust, etc. I often decrease contrast and other things, depending on the film. I like Lightroom a lot because it’s essentially the digital equivalent of the dark room, nothing more. It has everything I need.

five things tag

Tagged by @blumiin <3 i remember doing this tag like months ago - i think it was the first tag i had ever done lol. but some things have changed since then and i’ll try to answer differently… so here we go again :)

Rules: tag 15 people

Five things you’ll find in my bag: 

  1. chapstick (my fave is carmex)
  2. wallet
  3. keys
  4. receipts (because i’m a lowkey shopaholic rip)
  5. eye drops

Five things you’ll find in my bedroom: 

  1. clothes all over the room (mainly denim everything)
  2. empty cups
  3. like five bottles of lotion (blame semi-annual at bath and body works)
  4. polaroids hanging on my wall
  5. books

Five things I’ve always wanted to do: 

  1. travel the world
  2. meet bts (and tell them how proud i am of them; how hardworking they are and that they deserve the whole damn world)
  3. learn how to do calligraphy
  4. finish an entire journal (bc my life is boring so i have nothing to write about)
  5. become a food critic

Five things that make me happy: 

  1. summer rain
  2. finding high-waisted shorts that cover my butt
  3. cute babies
  4. sleep
  5. smiley barefaced bangtan

Five things I’m currently into: 

  1. distressing denim (i think i’m becoming obsessed tho tbh lol)
  2. being artsy
  3. nature
  4. korean skincare
  5. anime (i’ve always loved anime, but just recently go back into watching them)

Five things on my to-do list:

  1. write all these fics i have planned before summer ends
  2. go to the beach
  3. cut my hair (i legit just cut my bangs today by myself and almost died, but i need to cut the rest of my hair lol rip)
  4. work out
  5. read more (bc i haven’t read a book in ages)

Tagging: @xtaexhyungx, @boymeetsfiction, @dearseok@namjoonsbby, @mint-tape, @sugaspiano, @taecup, @cuddleseok, @h00dy, @je0n, @yoongkitty, @gujoonim, @jiminieee95, @velvethoseok, & @hayjeon

Guest for the Night

I decided I needed a fluffy thing for one of my now not-so secret ships (Foxma). It’s my first time really writing anything for Lucius Fox, dipping my foot into the water to see if I can write him.

Tagging: @multi-villain-imagines  @queencobblefreezestuff  @aya-fay  @bidennisreynolds  @noodlecupcakes  @miss-harleenquinzel  @moaningvaleska  in case they are interested.

No real warnings just fluff  and maybe comfort

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Phil’s room is a set

so this post is probably a little late considering that dnp moved back in april but i’ve finally gathered enough evidence to back up the idea that phil’s bedroom is a set.

before i start i would just like to point out that this is just for fun and i just like to analyze and explain things. I draw pictures for my best friend and describe them to her all the time (which she finds sorta annoying sometimes lmao). anyways, I could be completely wrong about this but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also i am not the first to make this theory, i just wanted to write it out

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anonymous asked:

so boo, yesterday i went on snapchat and see that my so called "friends" went out for lunch and was talking mad shit about me. ; - ; so i like been ded in my room and i just hate everything fam

“Fuck a fake friend where your real friends at?” - Drake

But honestly, just drop them. Cut them off, because if that’s how they’re gonna treat you they’re not your friends. :( I’m so sorry they did that to you, everyone deserves to be around positive loving friends, not hurtful ones. You’re better than them. - Admin Jae

Most of us guessed that Navy would end up betraying everyone by the end of the episode. 

I don’t think most of us expected that having her go from this:

to this:

would be really good for Lapis’ mental health.

And despite certain people’s fears about certain story boarders… this was actually very much in character for her. I think it’s pretty safe to assume that Lapis has always been cynical, even in her pre mirror days. After she escaped she went from cynical to detached and apathetic. Not an unexpected defense mechanism for someone who was trapped in an inanimate object for 6,000 years. But she has made progress. She trusts Steven and Peridot. Enough not only to express her concerns, but to essentially make a confession.

Life on Earth is really confusing. It took me a long time to get use to it. I’m still getting use to it.

Given everything that’s happened to her on Earth, it’s only natural that she’s having a hard time adjusting. But she’s just confessed her biggest insecurity: she knows she’s having a hard time dealing with what she’s been through, while having to get use to to living a normal life on the planet where her greatest traumas happened. Before the rebellion she would have done her job and left for the next planet, Earth having been a distant memory by this time. But now she can never leave. Earth has to become home. 

She wants to move on, but feels guilty about how difficult actually doing that is.

So here comes this I-Insta-Love-All-Things-Earth ruby, who seems freakishly well adjusted from the moment she crashes face first into the planet. Never mind that she was lied to not once, but twice, by the crystal gems. Never mind that she was blasted out into space and abandoned while they stole her ship. All is instantly forgiven and she just wants to be a part of their happy family.

Worse yet? The people Lapis cares most about just buy it. They go right along with it as though Navy’s behavior is perfectly normal. It took time for Lapis to even begin to be okay with the idea of living in Earth and forgiving the crystal gems- she’s still working on it, and it’s painful. She’s worked so hard for every inch of progress she’s made, and here’s someone who’s seemingly able to move on the same day they got to Earth.

I just don’t get it. Why is it so easy for her when it was so hard for me? 

So when the perfectly well adjusted Navy turned out to be a gleeful sociopath  gleefully hell bent on revenge, everything fell into place.

Navy’s sudden but inevitable betrayal was the best thing to happen for Lapis’ mental health to date.

So what’s the take away from this? 1) People react differently to trauma. 2) Just because someone seems well adjusted doesn’t mean they are. 3) It’s okay to take a long time to heal from your traumas. It’s okay for it to be a constant work in progress. It’s okay not to be okay. 

And at the end of the day, that realization can almost feel like happiness.