for my sanity's sake

Story time..

I’m going to tag @cyrodiil-burns cause I need someone to hear my story right now for the sake of sanity and cause I have like 4 followers.

Internet has been dropping out on me a lot, especially when playing games. Been raining a lot so I figure the cable underground is doing any day now. Cable  TV dies on me and internet keeps dropping and then stays dead. Call up Spectrum (They’re worse than ComCast.) and they’re like “Looks like you burned out your modem and converter box. We’ll have to send someone out…etc, etc.”

Only problem was my cable box/converter upstairs (Which comes into the house on a different line from the box outside) was working fine. So I get on my hands and knees and figure I’ll put the splitter and modem in the jack upstairs in the hope it’ll work so I at least have internet for the weekend. Cause you know I want to look at pictures of guns, kitties and titties.

Instantly I see it. The cable jack that comes in front outside is a solid FOOT AWAY from the splitter.

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So I screw the jack back into the splitter. Everything works. Apparently over like the 4 ½ years I’ve lived here my feet must’ve kept hitting it under my desk and undid it finally.

Aaaaand it’s done! I’m dead! My Wings & Ruin montage. I probably could have spent a couple more weeks / months tweaking it to within an inch of its life, but for the sake of my sanity I’m calling it done (it was hella fun, but I think I wracked up about a million hours.)

PRINTS! In  the usual places, for everyone asking. Society 6 and Limited signed copies on Etsy.


It’ll all work out in the end, I won’t leave your side

tips from a grocery store cashier:

  • group the produce, foods, and non-foods (especially chemicals) as you put them on the belt. it makes bagging things way easier.
  • yes, we know they’ve rearranged the store. we can’t find anything either.
  • we know you’ve been standing in line for (insert period of time). we’re going as fast as we can.
  • don’t tell us to open more lanes. if they’re closed, there’s a reason and that reason is probably that we don’t have enough cashiers on hand.
  • we stand for 4-10 hours a day repeating the same conversation over and over and over. forgive us if we forget whether or not we’ve asked about coupons already.
  • if you’re buying alcohol or cold medicine and look under 40, have your id out and ready to go.
  • for the sake of my admittedly slipping sanity, please do not remove your chip card before it makes the ungodly shrieking beep and tell you that you can remove it.
  • if it won’t scan, do not even start to think the word “free”

so why not crack your skull when the mind swells

Asks are open. BUT... New rules!

// Here’s the deal… I have a lot of asks. I’ve been trying to get to them all, but to no avail, I’ve just been picking random ones out of my inbox. I feel horrible about this because I’m picking out of the most recent questions– Which means the questions people asked maybe a few weeks ago are being neglected.

// All week I’ve been trying to think of a way to give people a better chance to get their questions answered without said questions getting lost in a sea of other questions, and I… Think I found a way?

// So, I’m going to wipe the ask box entirely for one! (Which I feel horrible doing sorry if your question never got answered sob)

// And then I’m going to open the ask box on weekends (Friday-Sunday) to let you all submit your questions. After that, I’m going to choose only five for the week. All the other questions are going to be deleted for the sake of my sanity, sorry.

// If your question isn’t answered over the week, you’re welcome to pop into the ask box next time it opens and ask again.

// Sound good? I hope so. I’m slowly but surely figuring this out, thanks for sticking with me.

Day 7

Today I was moved from my usual back lane to one of the express lanes. If you’re like me and think of the store as a whole as the festering pits of hell, then this is the equivalent of moving one level closer to Satan—stiflingly hot, frequent belligerence from higher-ups, and crowds of shuffling dead-eyed people who want nothing more than to find a way out. 

Additionally, when people are forced to pick only ten items to buy, their choices become even more questionable. 

Which brings us to the weirdo of the day from this afternoon:

College-age looking dude-bro in a sleeveless tank and bright pastel shorts approaches my lane. His items? Six boxes of chocolate-covered laxatives (WHICH APPARENTLY ARE A REAL PRODUCT THAT YOU CAN BUY).

Those, and a mop.

Ohhhhhh no.

Me: “Do you want a bag for these today?”

Him: “Nah bro, I can just carry them out.” *leaves*

Him: *returns half a minute later* “Actually, can I have a plastic bag? Like, a couple? I’m gonna need them.”

Me: *full body shudder*

WTF Is Going On In This Fandom: Camren, Epic, Jauregui Family, Social Media Rant/Theory

If you peeped the reblog I just posted from @backstage-meg this won’t seem like it’s coming out of left field. I doubt they (5H, Mila, their families and friends etc) are at liberty to truly discuss what has gone on behind the scenes so we are left with inuendo and scarce clues to try and piece together some semblance of an explanation for what has gone on over the last few months/year…I’ve learned not to trust anything that is being blatantly thrown in our faces. Hence Laucy, 5H drama between the girls, the families shading each other on sm, all this epic/syco label BS. None of them are saying or doing what hasn’t been scripted for them to say or do. Now of course I don’t mean literally scripted but more like dictated instead. I do believe all the girls have private AND public sm ACCTS…except for their twitters because there is really no point. But I wouldn’t be surprised if they have secondary Instagram accounts📱💻. And we already know they all have private snapchats. We are focused on the wrong things. Mike liking and unliking a tweet, Lauren following and unfollowing Mila, Candece Campbell’s radom tweet about Instagram messing up her followers at the same time Lauren was having her “follow debacle” happen, was like a whistle blow to pay attention to the details. Laucy was brought out and shoved down our throats while Camren has been denied and destroyed by mgmt, the label and even the girls themselves. Dinah’s last message to Mila “no matter what they say. No matter what you do…” 👀🐸🍵Come on Dinah was warning us just days before that shit was about to hit the fan and that we should know better than to just believe what we hear and see in the media. It’s all sensationalized. Mila saying she hasn’t seen or interacted with the girls since leaving (even though they all admitted to lying during interviews) was hard for me to believe, even with the current narrative💅. You don’t just sever nearly 5 years of a bond. No matter how tight things got in the end. It was always designed for mila to be the break out star💃 (or at least the first one) hell Demi called it years ago while they were still on x-factor. Now I know people and situations can change. Egos can grow and resentment can start to fester. But I also know enough to know that egos don’t destroy groups bad business practices do. All artists have major egos although some have learned to tame the beast. Your ego doesn’t make you a bad person your actions do. And honestly if the original members of Destiny’s Child can get over being robbed financially💲💰💵 and rekindling their relationship with Beyonce and Michelle and New Edition can welcome Bobby Brown’s crazy ass back in the fold and the Spice Girls can get over themselves to deliver a crazy performance at the 2012 Olympics then hell anything is possible.😮🙌 And I doubt Mila missing meetings would be the final straw to break the camel’s back. She received her gold plaque the same night she left/was kicked out of the group. And we all know there is no such thing as a coincidence when Camren is involved. I know this is long winded. But I had to speak my peace as I watch this fandom panic yet again over this staged bullshit. You’d think by now we could smell it before we see it…😂😂 I said all that to say, trust and believe all contingency plans have been put in place and if you hear the girls saying something especially in a well known publication or media platform📺🎤💻📰 understand those words passed through a dozen mouths before it left theirs. And anyone affiliated with them can’t take a shit around the girls without getting permission to use the toilet and signing their name on the tissue paper. And those who can’t be controlled will be removed. Probably why the laucy interactions have dialed down. Oh and don’t forget it was just in December that Lucy liked Camila’s tweet about the BT video and “bringing the characters to life” and then a couple days later she randomly unfollowed her ….really😒? And the Jauregui siblings pretty much unfollowed around the time she left too…smh. In the right light🔦 it looks like the story makes sense and is on the up and up. But start pulling at the loose strands and details of this narrative and you’ll see how quickly all this shit unravels. And on that note I’m done! This was just a flow of thoughts …So it may make sense. It may make me look crazy, but I’m willing to risk the credibility of my sanity for the sake of voicing my opinion and getting these thoughts down on paper. 📝Speaking figuratively of course. Love you Munchkins.😘

Dean Munch🎓

Life in Color (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: Modern AU. An artist in every sense of the word, Bucky sees color in everything, vibrant as they fill his world with magic. What happens when the colors fade? 
Word Count: 595
Note: Super duper big thank you to Kumi ( @mellifluous-melodramas ) for writing the summary and for editing this part!

Originally posted by a-khaleen

Steve doesn’t even bother knocking on Bucky’s door. He was polite at first, he would knock, waiting a few moments before entering the apartment, but after the first month of constantly checking on his friend, knocking when he already knew that Bucky wouldn’t come to the door seemed stupid.

He kicks the door closed with his foot after he walks inside, the slam reverberating through the room loud enough to hopefully wake everyone up. Sure enough, a girl wearing what’s clearly last night’s dress walks out of the bedroom, smeared lipstick decorating her lips and heels dangling from her hand. Steve holds out one of the three lattes he brought over to her which she takes. She smiles shyly at him before moving quickly out of the apartment. Bucky’s conquests are always a little embarrassed when Steve brings them coffee, but they’re always grateful. The walk of shame is better with caffeine, even if it means that a stranger knows the man you just slept with well enough to know that there will be a girl in his bed without being told.

As usual, Bucky waits until the girl is gone before stumbling out of bed himself.

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wARREN OR PETER GETTING FLUSTERED WHEN THEIR S/O IS AFFECTIONATE WITH THEM (if u choose Warren: his wings get poofy and his face gets red) ((if u choose Peter: he has leg twitches and tries to laugh it off - nervously so)) —- actual goddess Pascale

I wrote this in attempt to avoid my problems (lol oops) so it’s probably shit, I guarantee it.


“Warren your face is red.”

“Shut up Scott.” Warren grumbled, his face burning as you slid your fingers in his, leaning up to press your lips against his cheek.

“Yeah, shut up Scooter.” You laughed, arms swinging as you walked.

“I’m sick of you two.” Scott said, frowning at the concrete as he narrowly avoided stepping in gum.

“You love us.” You grinned, “And besides, if you’re so sick of us you wouldn’t have dragged us out here. We could be in the mansion, in our own rooms-”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Scott said, “Please, for the sake of my sanity.”

“-sleeping. In our own rooms, sleeping.” You finished, eyebrow raising “What’d you think I was gonna say? Fucking?”

“Well, yes actually.” Scott said at the same time that Warren said “Duh.”

“You’re both ridiculous.” Jean said, laughing as she plopped down onto the grass, unfolding a blanket.

Jean thought stargazing would be a good idea, that’s why you were all outside at 11:00 o'clock at night.

Warren almost dropped the blanket he was holding, casually tossing it onto the ground before sitting down and pulling you down onto it, wrapping his arms around you.

“You’re cute, you know.” You grumbled, laying back as he did, smushing you into his side and kissing your forehead.

“You’re one to talk.” He whispered, grinning as you slid your arms around him. “You’re the cutest person I’ve ever met.”

You could hear Scott and Jean talking to each other, about fifteen feet away from the two of you, Scott’s arm wrapped around her shoulder ‘casually’, you could definitely tell he just did the yawn then arm around shoulder move. Classic Scooter.

“That’s a lie, you’ve met Kurt.” You said, looking up at him, running your fingers through his hair and letting your hand rest at him jaw. “I like you.”

He looked down at you, with your eyes wide and bright, “I like you too, quite a lot.”

His face started burning when you kept playing with his hair, touching the feathers at the edge of his wings, sliding your fingers into his. He sat up, pulling you up with him, as his wings puffed up and made it hard for him to lay down.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, worried you crossed a line.

“Nuthin.” He grumbled, pulling you into his arms and holding you.

“You’re face is hot.” You grumbled, hands against his cheeks, “Are you feeling well?”

“Yes, ’m fine I swear.” He said, wings twitching slightly as you slid your hand between them, rubbing his nose against yours to make you laugh.

“Angel” he kissed you, “Are you blushing?”

He almost automatically said “No! Why would I be blushing?”

“Whys your face so warm then?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Maybe because it’s hot outside.” He said, knowing full and well that it wasn’t.

“You’re blushing.” You said, laughing as he groaned “Don’t even deny it, your wings are a giveaway.”

“I’ve been betrayed by my own body.” He groaned, quietly. “You know me too well.”

“Well of course I do, you’re my angel.”

His face burned at the name, his heart swelling, wings puffing, and his eyes crinkling, grinning he said “Yeah I am.”

“Would you guys shut up over there? I’m trying to flirt!” Scott shouted, making both you and Warren jump.

“Oh shut up, Scott.” Warren said, “Just make out already.”

“Wake up, Tenno”

But yes, tikis operator! This took me a lot longer than i would have liked, but still it turned out amazing~ I hope you all enjoy it as much as i do!

Comatose-Chapter 11

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

Waking up alone, Logan nowhere to be found, has your heart plummeting. He had obviously snuck out during the night, leaving you to deal with the aftermath of the previous evening.

Conflicting emotions raged inside you, hurt being most prevalent among them. You resign yourself to the stunning realization that you were, once again, betrayed by a man for whom you had feelings. Shame coats your insides as you make to get out of bed.

You freeze when a grumbling Logan throws open the bedroom door, carrying a tray of breakfast foods. Momentarily stunned, you gape at him. He smirks at your stunned face.

“Close your mouth you’re gonna attract flies,” he chuckles, smiling widely.

“You brought me breakfast?” you ask in wonder.

“Well.. ya. You had a day yesterday an I thought..” he trails off when anger flares in his eyes. “You didn’t think I’d run out on ya, did ya?”  

“You were gone when I woke up. It wouldn’t be the first time, Logan.” You remind him gently.

“Are ya fucking kidding me (Y/N)? I thought we were past that!”

Wrapping the sheet around yourself, you rip it from the bed and get to your feet.  “Past it? Past you abandoning me for another woman? Or past the fact that you did it two weeks after you proposed?” Tears welling in your eyes, you swipe at them angrily. “No, Logan! I’m not past it. I’m angry and confused. I don’t know what you want from me!” Exasperated, you sink back down on the bed.

Logan sets down the tray on the dresser and takes a seat beside you. Running a hand through his hair, he sighs. “I know ya don’t trust me to not hurt ya again, but I’m not the same man I was. All I want is a chance to do it right. Make things right. I’ll do anything for ya. I just want a chance.”

Biting your lower lip, you contemplate your next words carefully. “I’m not over Bucky, Logan.” His shoulders stiffen slightly so you take his hand, needing him to listen before he reacts. “But I want to be. I don’t know what I’m feeling right now, but I know that I feel something for you, and I want to try. You’re good for me. You keep me grounded.”

He stares at you for what feels like an eternity.

“You don’t trust me,” he states matter of factly, “an that’s alright. I’m gonna prove ya wrong.” He squeezes  your fingers. Bringing them to his lips, he places a gentle kiss on your knuckles before getting up to collect the tray with breakfast. “Now eat. You have to face the others eventually.”

Sighing, you resign yourself to the fact that you are going to have to deal with Bucky and Natasha. It was time to clear the air.

Leaving Logan to his own devices, you exit the room in search of the team. You had to apologise for losing control, for scaring them, for hurting them. It was a slippery slope you were on, and you had to rein in the darkness that was threatening to overwhelm you.

You are so deep in thought, you don’t see Bucky standing in front of you. Walking straight into his muscled chest with a faint ‘oomph’ he grabs your arms to steady you, concern painting his face.

“Are ya alright?” he asks checking you for injuries.

“I’m fine, are you?” you reply, noting his bandaged shoulder and the various scrapes on his face.

“I’m alrigh’. Can we talk?” he asks.

Nodding, you follow him to your once shared bedroom. Pictures of you still coat the walls.

“Are ya with him?” he asks, tone laced with steel.

You snap your attention to him. “I don’t know,” you answer truthfully.

“Do you..” he clears his throat and takes a deep breath. “Do you love him?”

You take in his appearance. Dark circles around his eyes, shoulders slumped in defeat. “I don’t know,” you reply a second time. “It’s complicated.”

A look of relief flits across his face. “Do you love me?” he asks, hope shining in his eyes.

“Yes, James, I still love you.” The smile that graces his face is beautiful to behold, but you harden your heart against it. “But that does not mean we can be together. Trust is a fickle thing. It takes years to build and a second to destroy.”

His smile slips off his face. “I can make it right! I know I can!”

You sigh. Picking up a photo depicting you and Bucky staring lovingly at each other, you show it to him. “No, James, you can’t. I may love you. I may want you. I may even miss you, but this was over long before you decided that Natasha was who you wanted.” Setting the photo down, you wipe at your eyes before continuing. “You chose not to confide in me. You chose to shoulder whatever was going on in your mind by yourself. You chose the comfort of another woman over me. That was the single most painful thing I have ever experienced. You were my one, the person I relied on, and you shattered me. There’s no coming back from that.”

Tears stream down his face as he begs, “Please. Please don’t do this.”

Feeling your heart break all over again, you turn to leave. “I’m sorry, Buck, but it’s over. You and I… are over,” you say as you make your way to the door.

“No!” he yells, grabbing you by the arm and yanking you to him. “No,” he repeats gently, burying his face in your hair, taking in deep breaths like he needs you to breathe. “Don’t leave me, not again,” he sobs into your hair.

Pushing him gently away from you, you run a finger over his cheek, through the tears that mirror the ones on your own. “I’m sorry, Buck. But for the sake of my sanity,  it’s over. It’s done. I can’t be with you anymore.” You walk away as he watches you leave.

Disbelief and anguish surround him in a thick fog that has you choking.

Tags: Here we are. You may yell at me. go on, i deserve it.

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