f: i still believe in heroes

#1 Do not text him. He lied when when you said the two of you can stay friends, don’t act surprised. If you do text him, don’t tell him you miss him because you don’t. Not really. He wouldn’t have torn your heart apart like this when you first met. That guy you miss no longer exists.

#2 Follow his damn Instagram. You can’t avoid his memory forever. And when he post a picture of her, saying he loves her more than anything else, state until that tree branch feeling in your gut turns to ash and gets swept away.

#3 Stand in front of the mirror, look in your eyes and think his name. Think about how it tasted at 3 in the morning, think about how when you said it he’d come running. When the thoughts don’t turn your stomach inside out, say it out loud. You need to learn how to hear it and not flinch.

#4 Please remember that your body is made up of 37 trillion cells, but some people say it’s only 15 trillion. He didn’t know any better. He could not have possibly known any better. Find someone who cares enough to listen when you rant about life.

#5 You will laugh and it will hurt. This is good. Keep laughing. Keep hurting. Cry until they mistake the river flowing from beneath your bed for the bottom of the ocean. Sink your feet in the sand sweetheart. That’s the only way you’ll be able to push yourself back up.

#6 Read a book that reminds you of everything you loved about him. Then read a book and fall in love with someone who is completely opposite. All you need is some perspective.

#7 Kiss other boys but don’t kiss them at all. Do not lose respect for your body because he decided to leave it out in the cold. You’re still so special. Don’t let them take that away from you because he was too stupid to let you down easy. You can dream about breaking their hearts but don’t actually do it because it won’t break his.

#8 Grind your teeth and get the hell out of bed. This is not a war, this is your life. You’re not a hero, you’re not a victim and neither is he. So stop believing that you need to be saved because in case you haven’t noticed, your head is above water. This is moving on and it’s still painful.

—  L I F E G O E S O N
FINALLY IVE FLOWN- CHORDS AND LYRICS

Chords and Lyrics to a Dead!Tavros Fansong by PhemeiC

F#m                           F
Say that you believe in fairies
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‘cause if you don’t I’ll never fly again
F#m                       F
falling down is not as scary
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as never finding confidence to stand

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ATTENTION kyjin (and everyone else, beause you should all care), I HAVE FOUND A TRULY AMAZING DEAF CLINT BARTON FIC

IT INVOLVES:

CLINT CAN’T HEAR SHIT WITHOUT HIS HEARING AIDS GUYS AND READING LIPS IS REALLY REALLY HARD OKAY SO HE’S JUST TALK AT YOU WHILE YOU ROLL YOUR EYES AND MOUTH THINGS HE CAN’T HEAR

A NATIVE-AMERICAN DEAF SUPERHERO WOMAN!

SAFE, SANE, CONSENSUAL MASOCHISM AND SOME SCENES

SUCCESSFUL, NEGOTIATED POLYAMORY!

AW, BONES 

CLINT NEVER GAVE UP HIS LIFE OF CRIME SO HE AND NATASHA AND BUCKY AND KATE ARE ALL JUST THE COOLEST (WEIRDEST) VILLAINS EVER. NOT SUPER VILLAINS. MAYBE SUPER CRIMINALS?

LUCKY IS PERFECT. L U C K Y. HE NEEDS TO BE IN MORE FICS

EVERYONE WANTS TO DO CAPTAIN AMERICA

THEY TALK ABOUT HIS HEARING AIDS! AND SIGNING! AND READING LIPS! AND IT’S JUST NORMAL, NOT MADE THIS BIG ANGSTY FOCUS OR HANDWAVED AWAY! IT’S SO B E A U T I F U L

AND THE CLINT VOICE IS SO PERFECT, IT MADE ME JUST ROLL AROUND IN AGONY. I WOULD NOT BE SURPRISED IF I HEARD MATT FRACTION WROTE THAT BECAUSE MARVEL WOULDN’T LET HIM WRITE OUT CLINT AND NATASHA’S OPEN POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP AND RELATED THREESOMES.

Maybe...

Maybe superheroes are real, and the government is just really good at cover-ups and keeping them under wrapps because it would be too dangerous for super villans to rise if they found out, and Stan Lee was assigned to create Marvel Comics to make their adventures sound like ‘myths’ and 'stories’ and such and discourage people to believe them.

Fic: Fuck You Flowers

writing a little something to cheer me up because ahahaha fuck my life

Fandom: Avengers

Pairing: Sam/Bucky

Notes: Inspired by these two  beautiful posts. It is entirely unbeta-ed and written in about 10 minutes so excuse any mistakes

She was half way through changing the water in the latest batch of roses when a man ran in, shirt covered in milk and sweat. She brandished her watering can at him when she caught sight of what could only be termed murder eyes.

He looked at her watering can and closed his eyes. She could practically hear him internally count to ten. When he opened up his eyes again, he looked like just another guy on the street. She kept her watering can protectively in front of her though. Just in case.

“Hi there, I’m James.” He held out a gloved hand and smiled winningly at her.

Her (horrific) sales training kicked in and she took his hand, smile slapping itself onto her face with all the grace of a wet fish.

“Hi. I’m Amanda. Can I help you with anything?”

“Yes,” He opened up his wallet and took out a card. It was pitch black and she screamed a little internally. They were just a little corner shop, she was not prepared for this. What if he was one of those guys who wanted an endangered flower? Or wanted to bribe her into delivering poison ivy? He looked her straight in the eye and said, “How do you say fuck you in flower language?”

Well. That wasn’t quite what she was expecting.

“Uhm. Well, I’m not quite sure off the top of my head? But I’m sure I can come up with something,” she reassured him, as he’d looked comically heartbroken at her first words. “Just come back tomorrow. I’ll have something for you then.”

“Thanks doll,” he smiled lazily, a cat with the canary in the sight.

“You’re welcome, sir.” She said

She was excited despite herself. It was the most interesting request she’d had in… well. Ever.

James’ mouth was very slightly open as he gazed at the bouquet in wide-eyed wonder. It was disgustingly attractive and she barely even liked boys. Flowers were so much prettier.

“So, it’s geraniums for stupidity, foxglove for insincerity, meadowsweet for useless, yellow carnations for disappointment. And,” she flourished, “The piece de resistance, orange lilies for hatred!”

“It’s perfect.” He breathed.

“Do you want to write a card?” She had had so much fun with this arrangement that she was even willingly to overlook the low cackling that was emanating deep from within James’ chest, seemingly without his knowledge.

“Oh yeah I want to write a card,” he picked up a pen and wrote very carefully in swoopy cursive. “Thanks. Worth every penny.” He walked away whistling.

She picked up the card.

To Sam,

this is for breakfast the other day

In the ancient art of flowers, it means Fuck You

sincerely,

James

She sighed as she tucked it carefully into the arrangement. She really didn’t want to know.

Civil War Thoughts

Obvious spoilers for Captain America: Civil War, so read no further if you haven’t seen it yet.

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I mentioned this before in someone’s askbox, but is it bad that I haven’t given up hope that Wally is still alive somewhere?

That’s the only reason why I’m not crying tears or throwing up right now. Because I believe that somehow, somewhere, Wally is still alive. To me, his death was too sudden and a bit too much out there- if only because he hadn’t had many episodes this season- and because it seemed a bit too carefree. Also, because for some reason the fact that the Scarab said he would “cease”- and ONLY that. I don’t know, it seemed a bit too vague for me.

And that’s why I believe that, if there was a Season 3, Wally would have been brought back. Which is why I’m definitely going to get on Cartoon Network’s tail about this. Somehow.