feel like a fraud

anonymous asked:

long haired yurio.

there he is!

Understanding a Shame Based Identity

Shame is the deeply held belief that, at core, there is something wrong with me. So, no matter what I do, or how hard I try, I’ll never measure up and be good enough. Thus, I expect other people to reject me in the end, and deep down inside I reject myself.

If I have a shame based identity, I am likely to battle with the following feelings:

- Feeling like a fraud

- Feeling like I have to cover up all the time

- Fear of being exposed for who and what I truly am

- Feeling powerless

- Feeling as if I don’t have, or deserve, a voice

- Wishing I could just disappear

- Feeling vulnerable

- Feeling very needy – and perhaps too needy, compared to other people

- Feeling like I always disappoint myself and others.

The “shame bound” person is constantly struggling against these persistent and negative feelings. They are triggered easily, and by innocuous triggers, such as being overlooked or contradicted by a friend. This can then result in a powerful “shame attack” that is so intense that we’re completely paralysed, and overwhelmed, by a sense of worthlessness. These feelings can persist for days, for weeks or even months.

Hi, hello! I’ve begun a separate tumblr for my floral/paper work that I sell on etsy, because it’s begun to feel weird to promote a lot of my work alongside the other things I reblog and also to not feel spammy. 

Online commerce is a strange and foreign world to me - and I’ve been trying participate in it with integrity to my voice (i.e. making stuff for weddings, but also making text wreaths with feminist messages). When I posted this particular wreath, I didn’t have any intention of selling it. I got such a great response though, that I’ve since listed it on my etsy.

I also really wanted to put something up that would be affordable for anyone - so I’ve decided that the sale of the first two of this wreath will fund the creation of 1000 “all bodies are good bodies” temporary tattoos. I will list those temporary tattoos for the price of 44 cents to cover the cost of postage stamps. What better reminder than one on your body? 

*Unfortunately, my search online hasn’t yielded any authors of “All bodies are good bodies.” I believe strongly in crediting authors and artists - if you know who the brilliant author is, please message me and give me the 411, so I can stop feeling like a fraud.

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Happy Birthday Hailey

It’s the wonderful @victuurificrec aka Hailey’s birthday today! She does an incredible amount for the fandom and if you don’t know her blog, I suggest you definitely check it out asap. She puts a huge amount of effort into everything that she does and she’s been an incredible supporter of my fic for a long time. So to say thank you and Happy Birthday to Hailey, here’s a little birthday themed Viktuuri ficlet to show my appreciation. 

Happy Birthday! xx



“So, you’re telling me that all this panic is just because you can’t decide what to get Viktor for his birthday?” Phichit asked disbelievingly.

Yuuri groaned, resting his head in his free hand as he clutched his phone with the other. It was stupid, he knew. Calling Phichit in a panic after almost a full week of constant worrying and doubt over something that Viktor probably wouldn’t even care much about but he couldn’t help himself.

“I’ve been living with him for a year Phichit. We’ve been together for even longer. Last year he told me he didn’t really celebrate much but this year it’s different. We’ve been together too long for me to not give him something, I just don’t know what.”

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spirionodi  asked:

How do you overcome those days when nothing you write seems to be good and you want to give up

I try to remember that literally every author I admire has had those days. They’re an inevitable part of the creative process. In fact, they make up a good chunk of the journey of writing a book. You get days when the words unspool and you feel like a DANG GENIUS and days when you feel like a terrible fraud. No one ever really told me that a significant part of writing a book would be sitting with that discomfort, those long stretches when the story on the page is not living up to the idea in your head, those miserable bouts of feeling inadequate to the task. The only cure for them is to continue putting words down. Get your fingers moving. Just type: “I know this paragraph sucks. I know this is where I want to introduce the heroine but I don’t know how to do it so…” Tell the story to yourself. Have a conversation. 

And one other thing… That critical voice in your head? The one that sounds so pragmatic? It’s a liar. Its only goal is to stop you. Don’t let it. 

Steve's little insecurity

So here is a headcanon I’ve had in my head forever, and @v-writings wanted it posted on her blog after I shared it with her so here we are folks, for some Captain Ameribae love
Alright buckle up:

• Steve is lowkey insecure of his body, because there is a little voice in his mind that keeps repeating “it’s not you, it’s the serum. You were a scrawny little nothing, always sick, a burden. It’s the serum that made you desirable. Nothing else”
• but he fights it because he can’t afford to let bad thoughts eating him like that, so he prides himself on the thing he had before the serum: his eyes, his voice (ugh it’s so sexy I can’t), and his gentle hands, those of an artist.
• One night, after a very satisfying love-making session, while he has you wrapped in his embrace and his head is sprawled on you chest, he quietly mumbles how he hates how his body has changed, and the reason behind it, he feels like a fraud.
• You take the information and caress his hair while he talks, and once he’s done you bring is face to yours and start kissing him with such intensity it makes his head spin and he moans sweetly into your mouth.
• One of your hand is fisted in his hair and the other is looking out to entangle your fingers.
• Once you have you stop kissing him and he whines lowly making you chuckle. You bring his fingers to your face and cradle it into his gentle fingers, pressing your lips with so much reverence he melts into your touch.
•"My beautiful love. My perfect angel. You have nothing to hate about yourself, you are so good for everybody Steve. Especially me. And the size of your muscles has nothing to do with it. I adore every inch of you"
•He has tears in his eyes and shudders when you press kisses to the inner part of his wrist and you continue your path of kisses on every patch of skin available, staying true to your words ~

(Please tell me what you thought about it it’s the firs time I write here in Tumblr and please take notice English isn’t my first language, so please, if there are any mistakes TELL ME)

notevenjokingrightnow  asked:

Imagine Faith is asked to a school dance and Jamie has to meet her date. Nor is he pleased with her dress when she comes down the stairs to meet her date.

anonymous asked: Modern Glasgow AU: Does Faith have a significant other or any romantic endeavors (or maybe she is waiting?) We know Fergus has Marsali, and Brianna has Roger, but what about Faith in the middle? :)


“I canna believe ye convinced me to go tonight,” Faith huffed as Brianna helpfully zipped the back of her dress. “Ye ken I dinna like to dance – ”

“Nonsense,” Brianna smiled, tucking a wayward curl back into her sister’s chignon. “Ye *never* go to these things, and since ye’ll be graduating in just a few weeks ye might as well go this time.”

Gently she spun Faith around so that they faced each other. Brianna, at seventeen, was three inches taller than her sister. She had inherited their Da’s height and coloring, while Faith was the spitting image of their Mama. For years now she’d been taller than her older sister – and perhaps that’s why she always felt so much more protective of her.

For while Brianna had had Roger MacKenzie in her life since they were bairns in Glasgow – first as playground mates, then as friends, and now in a romantic relationship – Faith had never had that. Her curly brown head was always face down in a book, teaching herself as much as she could about science and medicine and technology. She was well-prepared for her first year of uni – and she had made their parents so proud when she proclaimed her interest in becoming a doctor. But she was always so *serious* - and so bloody smart – that the boys had never come calling.

The fact that they had the most intimidating father on the face of the earth likely didn’t help very much, either.

“Faith? Listen to me.” Brianna’s blue eyes met those of her sister – the only physical trait they shared. Faith narrowed her brows, and sighed, but pursed her lips. Waiting.

Brianna smiled. “Can ye relax, just this one night? Ye’ve met him before – ye ken he’s no’ a bad man. He’ll care for ye – he willa do anything ye dinna wish to. I bet he’s just as nervous as ye are.”

Faith rolled her eyes. “I feel like such a fraud – all dressed up. What if he wants to dance and I dinna want to?”

“Then I hope he respects yer wishes – and if he doesna, well then he’s no’ worth yer time.”

Faith nodded skeptically. “Well then. I’ll bring a book just in case.”

Brianna turned to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. “Ye’ll find a man one day who loves ye just as much as Roger does me. I ken ye will.” She leaned over the sink to apply another layer of mascara.

Faith took a deep breath, and sighed, and reminded herself to bring a crossword puzzle and pen in addition to her book.

“And how do ye ken wee Roger again?”

Jamie Fraser took another sip from his tumblr of whisky, watching the two young men squirm a bit.

“We’ve been roommates for a while now – I enrolled at uni last fall. Trying to get my life back on track.” Rob Higgins paused, just for a moment, to see how Jamie Fraser – Red Jamie, Roger had described him – would react. But the man’s face was frustratingly impassive.

“I joined the Royal Marines when I left school. I served in Afghanistan for two years. After the attack I was able to get a discharge. That’s how I got the scars on my face.”

“Why Glasgow, then? It’s far from Dorset. My wife – Faith and Bree’s mother – she was born in Oxfordshire.”

Rob shrugged. “I needed a fresh start, away from – well. I served with a lot of Scotsmen and they always told me so much about home. So – why not?”

“He’s a bonnie wee swordsman, too – captain of the fencing team,” Roger piped up, shifting uncomfortably in his suit.

“Are ye now?” Ice clinked in Jamie’s glass as he took another sip.

“Bree!”

The three men turned their heads at nine-year-old Julia Fraser’s exclamation. Julia’s blond head darted past them – followed closely behind by the dark braids of her friend Sinem, a Turkish girl whose parents had recently immigrated to Scotland and who shared Julia’s deep passion for archaeology. Sinem was sleeping over tonight, and already the girls had spread out survey maps of Lallybroch to plot out their expeditions for the next day.

Jamie, Roger, and Rob carefully rose from their seats in the parlor and watched Brianna and Faith Fraser descend the stairs.

Brianna – resplendent in dark green – beamed at Roger and darted down the steps and into his arms.

Faith – shy in a gorgeous shade of electric blue – shared a tentative smile with Rob, who carefully approached her.

“Your tie matches my dress,” she breathed, surprised.

Rob swallowed. “We have Bree and Roger to thank for that,” he replied softly, bending to gently kiss her cheek.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, and felt her flush against his earlobe.

He pulled back to present her with a simple, yet beautiful corsage.

“Gardenias? Wherever did you get those?”

He bent to pin it to her shoulder. “I brought it all the way from Glasgow. I – I wanted you to have something nice.”

She gave him the most beautiful smile – and immediately he knew he’d done the right thing.

Suddenly aware of the silence, Rob turned to stand beside Faith – and saw that they had had an audience. Bree and Roger, their arms around each other, grinning ear to ear; Jamie and his wife Claire, him scowling, her smiling encouragingly at her eldest daughter; Julia and Sinem with hearts in their eyes.

“I’ll go get the car,” he heard Roger say before dragging Bree out of the parlor – undoubtedly wanting some time alone.

“Mrs. Fraser,” Rob nodded in greeting. “So nice to meet you.”

Claire Fraser – who must have been in her forties, but was so beautiful that Rob’s heart actually skipped – extended a hand in greeting. “I’m glad to know I’m not the only Sassenach in this house now. Welcome.”

Rob’s brows furrowed. “Sassenach? What’s that?”

“It means ‘foreigner’ – or ‘outlander,’” Julia piped up, still star-struck. “Because ye’re English.”

He swallowed. “I hope that’s not a bad thing?”

And then his heart almost stopped when he felt Faith’s hand settle around his back. “It never has been in this house. Shall we?”

Imagine Chris discovering just how much you love him. (Part B)

A/N: Part 2B, yo! I know I left you with a bit of a cliffhanger, but here it is; the notebook. 💕 (I’ve decided to make this my regular time to post now, just to catch the time zones.) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A)

Chris Evans, if you are reading this then I somehow managed to get this notebook to you on my graduation day. I don’t know if you’ll read the whole thing, or if you’ll read this first page and throw it away thinking I’m absolutely insane. I don’t know because as much as I’d like to think I know you, I don’t and I don’t know if I’ll ever be lucky enough to. So let me just give you a quick rundown on what’s in this notebook, or what I’m planning to write in it.

Chris could hear your voice when he read your words; he could always hear your voice, and it always made him smile. He couldn’t believe that you’d think he’d throw away the notebook after reading just the first page. Whether or not he knew who you were- he would’ve let his curiosity take hold of him and read the whole thing from cover to cover. After that, he’d find you because if he fell for you through your mini series- he would’ve fallen for you through your innermost thoughts and feelings. He stopped thinking and continued reading, letting your voice speak to him again.

I guess I should introduce myself first to make this a little less weird. My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I’m- well, I’ll be twenty-two when you read this, but I am currently nineteen. As I’m writing this, I’ve got my acceptance letter into UCLA in front of me; I’ll be starting my first semester in January and I’m both terrified and excited to start this part of my life. The reason I’m telling you all this is because you are the reason I applied for UCLA in the first place. Without you, I would still be stuck in my comfort zone a million miles away from where I want to be. Without you, I wouldn’t have done what scared me. Without you, I wouldn’t be one step closer to fulfilling my dream of being a screenwriter. Whether or not you choose to read this whole thing, I want you to know how grateful I am towards you. I need you know how thankful I am for helping me move along in life. I promise that my first Oscar will be dedicated to you and everything you didn’t know you’ve done for me.

Chris rested the notebook page down on his lap and he ran a hand over his mouth as he fought the urge to tear up. Every time you thanked him for helping you get to and through UCLA, he got teary eyed because you were always so genuine with your gratefulness and appreciation. Now he accepted the thanks that helped you get through UCLA because he was there for you; he was your friend, then boyfriend, then fiancé while you were studying. But he didn’t even know you when you applied and got accepted, you could thank him all you want but he’d never claim the credit for helping you. He didn’t understand how- no matter how much you tried to explain it to him, he still believed he was just one of the pieces. Like with or without him, you would’ve eventually done something with your talent and gone to UCLA anyway. Every time he said that, you had to fight the urge to show him the notebook. You needed him to know everything so he’d stop brushing you off and crediting you for something that wouldn’t have happened without him.

He picked the notebook back up and continued to read.

Let’s see, the journey starts with my gap year. I took a gap year after I graduated from high school, unlike most of my class and school mates who knew exactly what they wanted to do and where they wanted to go. I had no clue, and when people asked me what I wanted to do- I found myself lying. I told everyone what they wanted and expected from me, but it made me feel like a fraud. I tried to find myself- to find a path I wanted to walk, but I always came up empty. As a kid when I found myself feeling lost or alone, I turned to writing because when I wrote- I could be whoever and do whatever I wanted. I could hide behind my words, drift off into a place far from everyone else- far from myself. I didn’t have to think or pretend because nothing bad happened in my stories, it was always perfect. Writing was an escape for me, it was my safe haven. And that, Chris, was where you came into play.

He loved the story of how you started writing about him, as did Sebastian and Ava. Why? Because you only started writing about him because you were writing about Sebastian and wanted to have a little bit of a love triangle happening. It was incredibly amusing and it was something he- and everyone loved teasing you about. But of course, the reason behind why you stopped writing about Sebastian and started writing about Chris and only Chris as your main love interest- that was too sweet to let even the hilarity of how you started ruin it. You said, and he could easily quote it because it was one of his favorite things ever, “the more I wrote about you, the less I wrote about Sebastian and the harder I fell for someone I didn’t know. You were perfect, Chris Evans. To me, for me- I couldn’t write about anyone else anymore.”

The notebook thoroughly explained everything, it said it all; how great an inspiration he was to you, how talented you thought he was, how much you’d love to work with him one day, and how much you truly loved him- but that came near the end after you started dating him. It was basically a journal, but instead of talking to yourself- you spoke to him. It became less formal and more casual as your relationship with him progressed, it became moments he missed that you wanted him to have and anecdotes of how you knew he was the one for you.

A personal favorite- of his and yours- a moment that secure feelings on both sides, that promised a possible lifetime together actually happened before the two of you dated. The day you skipped class and spent it with him, at Burbank and the Dolby Theater. It could’ve been considered a first date, except you went as friends, but it was still one of the most memorable days you’ve had together. It said so in your notebook, and even told him that was the moment you knew you’d fallen for him. Like actually fell- not as a fan, but as a girl who wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with a boy.

I just returned home after spending the day with you in Burbank and at the Dolby Theater, Chris, and I’m going to write everything that happened down now. I’m not doing this because I’m afraid we’ll forget it, I’m doing this because I want you to know exactly when I fell for you; today. Not you as in actor, Chris Evans. I meant you as in Chris Evans, the guy I always believed you were. The more time I spend with you, the more I realize how accurate I was about everything. You are as kind, as thoughtful, as sweet, and definitely as romantic as Fan fic Chris. I don’t know if we’ll ever be something more than just friends, but this is a feeling I want to share with you. I love you. I am in-love with you. To me- you are the one, and- Have you heard that song ‘One and Only’ by the Adele? Well, when I listen to that- I think of us, and more importantly how I feel about you. Now I know you’re not completely oblivious to my affections; you are a smart man, and you’ve read my mini-series. But until you tell me otherwise, I won’t be acting on anything. I can’t lose you as a friend, and I’d rather have you in my life than not have you at all.

Chris felt this eyes narrow slightly, 'One and Only’ by Adele. Had he heard it before? He didn’t know if he should continue reading, or listen to the song before he did. He was curious about both. He decided to continue reading first, he was already nearing the end. The last few entries detailed: the day after you got together, the trip to Boston, the rough patch, the proposal, the long weekend, and even the dinner you two had with Sebastian and Ava. He smiled when he read about the play fight you had out on the grass under the stars. He was glad you loved that moment as much as he did, that you thought it was worthy of being mentioned.

When all was read, he closed the notebook and hugged it to his chest. He was definitely going to keep this in a safe, safe place where no one but him could get to. He felt closer to you, and he fell deeper in-love with you. He didn’t have a doubt before about marrying you, but this somehow made him even more sure about the future he had with you. Neither of you were going anywhere, this was going to work out until you were both old and gray. He was sure of it, as were those who’d seen the two of you together.

Chris carried the notebook with him as he made his way over to your clutch where your phone was. He pulled it out and searched for the song, 'One and Only’ by Adele. He found it, grabbed his earphones, then walked to sit back down in his original spot on the couch. He closed his eyes and allowed the music to engulf his thoughts and feelings.

You’ve been on my mind
I grow fonder every day,
Lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face
God only knows
Why it’s taken me so long
To let my doubts go
You’re the only one that I want

I don’t know why I’m scared, I’ve been here before
Every feeling, every word, I’ve imagined it all,
You never know if you never try
To forgive your past and simply be mine

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I’m worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance
To prove that I’m the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts

If I’ve been on your mind
You hang on every word I say
Lose yourself in time at the mention of my name
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close?
And have you tell me whichever road I choose you’ll go

I don’t know why I’m scared 'cause I’ve been h-

Chris pulled out his earphones before the song could finish, and boy were his tears rolling. If that was the song you thought about when you thought of him, he was overjoyed to have done what the song asked. He couldn’t imagine what his life would be like if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be as happy and felt as loved as he did when he was with you. He understood it now, understood how much you truly loved him and why you always thanked him for finding his way into your life. He placed both notebook and your phone down on the coffee table then headed upstairs because he needed to see you and reciprocate the great love you carried for him.

He wiped his tears as he opened his bedroom door, soon to be yours too. He stood in the doorway and watched you sleep with the help of the soft lights in the hallway. God, did he love you with everything he had. He was ready and wanting to start the life you’d both talked about extensively. He quietly padded across the room, shushing Dodger who whined as Chris gently pushed him off you. He leaned over you and gently tucked his arms under your body, lifting you off the mattress to press you against him for a warm hug. You stirred in his arms and he gently drew his head back to smile at you before kissing your forehead.

“What are you doing?” You groaned, tired and drunk. “Chris, stop,” you whined and pushed your palms against his chest; he chuckled softly and released you from his arms. “What are you doing?” You quizzed again, blinking at the light peeking in through the ajar door.

“Nothing,” he shook his head. You felt your head pound as you turned, burying your face into your pillow. He remained hovering over you then sat down beside your hip, running his hand soothingly up and down your back. “I just love you.”

“Love me in the morning,” you mumbled into the pillow then fell right back to sleep.

“No,” he whispered with a smile, readjusting your hair so it wouldn’t tangle with your necklace. “I think I’m okay sticking to my original plan to love you every second of every moment of the rest of my life.” He leaned over and kissed the back of your head, smiling when he remembered the last paragraph he read in your notebook.

Honestly, Chris. If I don’t become a success in Hollywood; if all I’m known for is being your wife and the mother of your children; if that is all I can achieve in this lifetime, and any lifetimes after, I’d be perfectly contented and at peace with myself. Why, you ask? Because, my love, that is the greatest accomplishment one can achieve: to love unconditionally and earn that in return. So don’t fret if I don’t complete my goal of becoming a screenwriter because you are all I need now.

“The feeling is mutual, Y/N.”

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Part 2C

Ima tell y'all right now why it's so damn important to read

Yea you can copy and paste all you want, messages or responses you’ve seen other sex workers/sugar babies write to their clients/daddies but what do you think is gonna happen you come face to face with a POT and you sound NOTHING like how you’ve been writing to him??? Or he’s already seen or heard the exact same thing before????

If you want to succeed, you’ve gotta read!!!!!!!!!! It’ll help you figure how or what (fancy) words to put together so when you’re writing on your own you don’t sound like you just traveled from the 15th century or worse…. like you’ve clearly plagiarized someone else’s shit.

Even with regular writing you have to do for your job or school: for me, I fucking DESPISE writing essays but I’ll be gotdamned if I can’t write some good shit (or go wayyyyyy past the amount of writing required) because I’ve been obsessed with reading since middle school. Even tho college kind of fucked up my flow, I’m getting back on track.

Point is, I’m telling y'all because I’ve been noticing this myself: you can use the responses you see as templates but make sure you’re turning it into something that’s authentically coming from YOUUUU. You’ll feel like less of a fraud, trust me.

anonymous asked:

I feel like a fake vegan. I’m eating vegan (6months), and I really want to stay vegan but I feel like a fraud. I used to be paleo, and I guess I still hold those beliefs, like we’re meant to eat meat (albeit in small quantities) and that grains are unhealthy. Like if I had to choose between eating processed vegan food or a piece of fish I would choose the fish! When I call myself a vegan I just feel like I’m not being true to myself. How can I change this, how can I make myself truely believe?

Educate yourself then :) 

http://www.cowspiracy.com/facts/

http://www.whatthehealthfilm.com/

Food for Mind Body Soul https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnHYHjchn6w&t=32s

  • More saturated fat 3x risk of Alzheimer’s 29mins
  • 92% of cholesterol studies are funded by the industry 53mins

Chocolate, Cheese, Meat, and Sugar – Physically Addictive https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VWi6dXCT7I&t=4s

What the Dairy Industry Doesn’t Want You to Know https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3c_D0s391Q

illegal to call eggs healthy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtGf2FuzKo4&t=1s

Eggs https://nutritionfacts.org/video/eggs-vs-cigarettes-in-atherosclerosis/

https://nutritionfacts.org/video/eggs-and-arterial-function/

Heart Disease https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXigmGZk5FU

Fructose https://nutritionfacts.org/video/if-fructose-is-bad-what-about-fruit/

Animal protein https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bc4t6BUHZH8&t=329s

Dairy free diets https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jyzYwVtvgEI

Dairy industry explained in 5 mins: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcN7SGGoCNI

Best Speech You Will Ever Hear https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_K36Zu0pA4U

Must watch!! https://www.aussiefarms.org.au/thousand-eyes.php

Earthlings: http://documentary-movie.com/earthlings/

Beloved

Part 4


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  The car ride back to the motel is silent.  The type of thick oppressive silence so charged with static it feels like you could reach into the air and pull out all the things that aren’t being said.  Mulder holds your hand as he drives, absentmindedly stroking the inside of your palm, his version of a love letter.

  He opens the motel door for you, clicking on the bedside lamp trying to usher a little light into the darkness that is always trailing close behind.  You try to take your coat off, but you’re shaking.  The moment you feel his hands on your shoulders the tears come slipping out, thick lazy tears that hover in the corner of your eyes.  Mulder lays you down on the bed wrapping his body around yours, his breath warm on your cheeks as he kisses the tears off your face.

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Change (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: A short fic where the reader goes for a late night walk and contemplates how becoming an Avenger and having powers changes their life. Bucky finds the reader and offers some comfort at the end.

Note: Slightly different to my usual stories, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)

Change

You walk through the streets of Manhattan. It’s true, you think. Perhaps the city never truly sleeps. Vehicles whiz past, the lights of the cars illuminating you, casting a large shadow behind you as they blind you. The buildings look so tall, you observe as you glance around. From down here, the world looks so different. It’s almost like a different world. From the tower, everything looks so small, but from the ground, everything is ginormous. The shift in perspective is fascinating.

As you walk, you think of all of your problems, all of your insecurities. Everything seems so big and too hard to solve. You’re not sure you enjoy the fame of being a hero. You don’t even feel like one most days. I’m only human, you think. But you’re not. You know you’re not. You sigh and watch your feet as you walk. I was never human, but I always pretended to be.

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anonymous asked:

lonely anon here, you're probably my favorite writer and the only tumblr I check on a regular basis, keep up the good work. also I'm jealous of your scepter 4 swag, how did you get your hands on it?

Thanks anon! My favorite place for Scepter 4 swag is Super Groupies – they specialize in what I like to think of as ‘stealth anime merchandise’ and they’ve done several K collaborations, my favorites being the S4 watch and the S4 purse. Daily Dream Closet also did a recent K collaboration featuring a long S4-like hoodie (and I bought all three aforementioned things because I am a sucker and went out in an entire Scepter 4-inspired outfit). Neither place ships overseas but can be purchased from pretty easily using a shopping service. For most of my K merch I just keep an eye out on Tumblr and Twitter when it’s announced, check sites like AmiAmi and CDJapan first to see if there’s an option to buy from a site that does have US shipping and if not go the shopping service route. You can also always check Yahoo Japan auctions for things too, there’s a lot of stuff that’s sold out that can still be found there (I’ve been tempted by Super Groupies S4 hoodie a couple times but it’s expensive and the S4 logo is awfully tiny, I don’t want to pay that much for what’s basically a plain blue hoodie with a teeny logo).