four years since

Who Do I Choose?

Summary: You need to choose between your father, Tony Stark, and your soulmate, Steve Rogers as the events of Civil War occur. Part 2 of Never Will I Ever.

Word count: 1736

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Genre: Angst, soulmate au

Warnings: Angsty, Civil War spoilers if you haven’t seen it.

Author’s Note: This honestly seemed a lot better in my head, so I hope its good and that people like it. I promised part 2  tonight and damn it I made it happen even though its 3am…

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anonymous asked:

Dear ex best friend? Or dear best friend?

this is a long time coming

Dear ex best friend

MY, how times have changed. I truthfully have no idea where you’re at in life, since blocking you on all social media. I know I’ve changed a lot in the four years since we parted ways, but somehow… I doubt you’ve changed much at all.

I just want to say thank you. In the four years of high school, you taught me so much. You taught me how to be self conscious, always focusing on your own looks while judging mine. You taught me how to disrespect another person’s family; I’ll never forget how you insulted my mom’s coffee after she made a cup for you. You taught me what it feels like to be manipulated, constantly reminding me that you had another best friend-your REAL best friend- and that I was not her, making me want to try harder to be in your good graces.

I was so blind during our friendship. I was blind because I hadn’t had someone who actively WANTED to be my friend in so long. But I was the perfect target for you. I boosted your ego, we got to be nerds, we wrote music (you reminded me that I’m bad at piano {even though I’ve never taken lessons and should not have been good at all}), I’d always come to you when you wanted to hang out, it was always on your terms, and you knew I’d drop everything when you asked.

We spent countless hours in that coffee shop, sitting at that one table, you writing and me designing, as you continued to feed my fear of the former, reminding me that you’re better at it, and that my seventh grade teacher was probably right: I had no creative talent whatsoever.

When I came home from freshman year of college, and we went to MY coffee shop to catch up (not OUR usual place, MY usual place-the one near MY house, not yours), you did not ask me one single question. You talked for an hour and a half about your shiny new life without me in it, while I sat patiently, eventually saying that I did have places I needed to be (which shocked you. You weren’t my priority). So I drove you home, and you continued to talk about yourself. And I didn’t listen. I’d stopped listening ages ago. I entertained you. I let you talk, wishing my car could go faster. I dropped you off. You told me you’d be free the whole summer and to just call or text if I wanted to hang out. I told you that I was a full time nanny and that I wouldn’t have time. And you went inside. And I drove away, called my mom, and cried. I told her everything. I told her she was right about you all along and that I should’ve listened to her. And she comforted me.

I was so angry. I’d let you control me for four years. I always thought it was so odd how much my mom disliked you. My mom likes EVERYONE. I remember her asking me why I was friends with you and me replying “because she’s the only one who wants to be.” Now? I know what a manipulative and poisonous person is like. I recognize those traits. I know how to avoid getting bitten. Now my sisters and I can laugh about the whole thing.

I remember us singing “For Good” from Wicked together, and all I think of now is the line “Because I knew you, I have been changed for good.” And I have. Cuz I’m never gonna treat anyone the way you treated me. I’m not so blind anymore.

So thank you.

~Emily Grace

anonymous asked:

I've been getting anxious nightly over nothing and my parents say it's just my diet. I've asked for medication, seeing as four years of talk therapy hasn't helped anything and they said I'm not truly sick. they've seen the test results, my scars, my journals, they don't believe in the thing that's been going on for four years now. Since I was in fifth grade. I stopped opening up to them then because I realised I'd never be helped. i can't get out of here I can't get away

that’s infuriating.

i’m sorry, sweets.
i know how hard it can be when you feel like no one is on your side. you have to try to remember that you aren’t alone. you have so many of us here that care about you. we know that you are important and worth the fight to stay alive.


I can’t believe its been almost four years since I did this stupid wolfsong film.
If I were to do this film now, I would have approached it differently. The story was about a mother wolf who breaks in a hunter’s den and rescues her cub, only to find it a motionless trophy. She sings a lullaby so her offspring could sleep. Little does she know that a young naive hunter stalks her through the forest.

Watch the original film from 2013:

today is four years to the day since the world was supposed to end in 2012 and honestly if the four horsemen of the apocalypse show up today i won’t be mad they were 1462 days late i’ll just thank them for providing the perfect end to this ridiculous year

Literally just as I was starting my shift at work today, I had the greatest idea for an AU ever and I had to suffer through my entire shift with this beautiful AU consuming my mind, so here, have a Victuuri rivals!au:

  • At twenty years old, Victor Nikiforov has been at the top of the figure skating world for four straight years, ever since his senior debut, and he is bored out of his skull. Everything is just so easy and there are no worthy rivals to push him to be better, so he’s just kind of standing, stagnant, at the top.
  • And then, in his fifth season, a dark horse appears from Japan, and his name is Yuri Katsuki. He appears from completely out of the blue, with no amateur or junior division experience under his belt, and he sweeps through the ranks at a terrifying pace, snatching the gold medal right from under Victor’s nose at the Grand Prix finals that year.
  • Victor is left stunned and frustrated, and most importantly, excited. Here is a man to push him to be better, to give him inspiration, to be the rival he’s so desperately yearned for these past four years. Victor can no longer afford to stay stagnant if he wants to keep his position at the top.
  • The two rivals fight neck and neck, always vying back and forth for first place. They’re so evenly matched that many in the industry consider them both tied for first place as the most talented figure skaters in the world, despite which of them has the gold that year.
  • The media just loves playing up their rivalry, especially since Victor and Yuri’s encounters always end with chilly stares and barbed taunts thrown at each other with sickeningly sweet false smiles plastered on both their faces. They seem to absolutely loathe each other.
  • The truth is though, Yuri absolutely worships the ground Victor walks on, because Victor had been his role model and his inspiration when he had first started skating, and he was so excited to be able to compete against him when he finally broke into the senior division. But he was so nervous when he met Victor for the first time that he accidentally came off as aloof and downright asshole-ish, and Victor had replied in kind and then the media blew the situation up, declaring that Yuri hated his rival, and so now Yuri feels compelled to pretend like he hates Victor so whenever they meet he puts up this facade, and he’s pretty sure by now that Victor completely hates him.
  • Victor, on the other hand, is sad that his rival hates him because he actually admires Yuri a lot, because Yuri is the only person Victor has acknowledged as being as talented as him, and he is Victor’s inspiration.
  • Then suddenly, Yuri is 23. He makes it to the Grand Prix finals, as expected. And he’s just so excited to face off against his rival and idol again. But just before he’s supposed to perform his free skate program, he gets a call from home. His beloved dog, Vicchan, has died. The news absolutely destroys him. He makes a few too many mistakes in his free skate program. And his stellar performance in the short program the day before can only take him so far. He ends up finishing in fourth, without a medal for the first time in his career. He’s crushed.
  • That year, Victor doesn’t smile as he is presented his gold medal. Because he is angry and disappointed, and the victory leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, without Yuri at his side accepting silver.
  • The two run into each other as they’re leaving to head back to their respective homes, and they get into a one-sided argument that is actually just Victor yelling at Yuri for messing up, for not taking the competition seriously, and Yuri just standing quietly, taking it all. This only makes Victor angrier. Why can’t Yuri just say something? Why won’t he just defend himself?
  • A few months later, rumours start emerging that Katsuki Yuri has retired, and Victor is having absolutely none of that. He books a plane ticket to Japan, shows up at his rival’s home, and ends up being naked for their first ever conversation outside of a competitive setting.
  • Yuri refuses to return to competitive skating, and Victor refuses to go home until Yuri has agreed to not retire.
  • As a result, Victor stays at Yu-topia for something like a week. During that week, he and Yuri get to know each other, and he realizes that his cute rival actually doesn’t hate him and that he actually idolizes him. And that makes Victor really fucking happy. Because, now that they both know they don’t hate each other, obviously that means they’re automatic best friends, right? Yuri is a little hesitant, but eventually he gives in and lets Victor befriend him.
  • Victor also finds out that the reason Yuri did so badly on his free skate program is because he found out that his dog had died, and Victor understands. Because he knows how absolutely heartbreaking it is to lose a dog. And he knows he’d probably have reacted similarly if he’d suddenly found out something had happened to Maccachin.
  • After a long heart-to-heart, and a surprise appearance from a very angry little Yurio, Victor is finally able to convince Yuri not to retire from ice skating.
  • But now, that begs the question. How the hell is Yuri going to find a coach on such short notice? He’d already cut off ties with Celestino, and while he’s sure the man would understand, Yuri is still too ashamed to face him.
  • Victor has the Best Idea Ever™.
  • Yuri is convinced it’s actually a terrible idea. But with Victor assuring him that everything’s going to be okay Yuri-kun, just trust me, he decides to take the leap.
  • And basically, that’s the story of how Yakov gets to his rink one day to find that his top skater, after a week and a half disappearance off the face of the Earth, has dragged home a little Japanese stray.
  • After a few hours of yelling, Yakov agrees to coach Yuri for the upcoming season.

Pay attention to what Frank Ocean is doing because it’s the future

Trying to predict Frank Ocean’s movements these days is like trying to tie a bell on Waldo, or getting the jump on Carmen Sandiego. It’s been like this for four years, ever since Ocean began traveling the world to put together his last doubleheader of Endless and Blonde. However, despite the silence then, fans knew the general outcome: There would be an album filled with something R&B-like, and it would be dope.

Nowadays, we have no such sign posts. Ocean could come from anywhere at anytime with any kind of music. The freedom is exhilarating.

Ocean’s “Chanel” release Friday restarted the intrigue. No advance notice, no pomp, no circumstance — he simply played it during the second episode of his Blonde radio show on Apple Music.

Soon after, it popped up on the rest of the major streaming platforms, for his audience’s health and education. It didn’t “break the internet,” as surprises have been doing since Beyoncé’s self-titled — but it did something arguably more important. It signaled to the world that Ocean doesn’t intend to disappear again, he’s found a way to maintain his mystery and continue getting the mainstream to care about music that’s more multidimensional and mystifying than anything it’s exhibited an appetite for in the past. Read more (3/13/17 5:29 PM)

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“Why can’t I come with you?”

That question had been resonating in Harry’s mind for the past 12 hours and, despite having very logical reasoning behind it, he was finding it increasingly hard not to break down and buy two more plane tickets. His daughter was very good at persuasion, especially when she was upset, and every cry that came from her lips lessened Harry’s resolve immensely.

But, you both had decided that this particular trip was going to be one that you and your daughter sat out of. Harry was only going to be gone for four days and the weather forecast for New York wasn’t great; it was just as easy for you to keep yourself and your daughter at home in London while Harry made the trek, instead of having to lug both yourselves and tons of extra warm clothing in case you got stuck there for a few extra days.

Every other trip that Harry had made in the four years since your daughter had been born, he had made with the two of you in tow; his schedule was flexible and sparse enough that adding two extra bodies on a week long trip to LA wasn’t a big deal. When he had gone on tour for six months, he had brought you with him; there was no way he was going away that long and leaving the two loves in his life at home. Your daughter was now used to being a little jetsetter with daddy and felt quite special whenever she got to fly in a plane and get “important” orange juice from the flight attendant in a big-girl cup. You weren’t sure exactly what her reaction would be in learning that she would be left behind with you on this trip, but you figured it wouldn’t be good.

You opted to keep the news under wraps until as close to Harry’s departure time as you could, just to avoid long, drawn out meltdowns if that were the case. The afternoon before, you and Harry sat down with her when she was in a good mood (fed, not in need of a nap and happily playing with toys) and told her that daddy was going to have to go away for a few days, but that she would have to stay home with you. Her face immediately dropped in confusion; this was unheard of, why would daddy be going away without her? You ALWAYS went with him when he travelled.

“Why can’t I come with you?” she pouted.

“Daddy’s only going for a few days and it’s going to be cold there,” he tried to explain, “You and mummy wouldn’t have any fun.”

“But I want to come!”

“I know you do, love, but I promise you’ll be so much happier staying here. You wouldn’t see daddy lots anyway; he’s got a lot of boring meetings to go to with Uncle Jeff,” Harry explained, crinkling his nose.

“If it’s boring, why don’t you stay here with me and mummy and Uncle Jeff can go by himself?” she argued.

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anonymous asked:

is there a reason why you shorted Montparnasse to Parnasse and not Mont or Monty?

ummmmm yes actually :’)

firstly, short answer: I just prefer Parnasse as a nickname. Monty is too English for me haha.

secondly, and bear with me bc we’re getting deep/Extra Pretentious here… 
Parnasse is french for Parnassus, as in Mount Parnassus: home of the muses, which leant it’s name (initially ironically) to ‘Le Parnasse contemporain’ a collection of 19th century poetry that helped inspire the post-romanticism literary style Parnassianism.
Parnassians embraced the philosophy of ‘l'art pour l'art’ (art having value just for being art rather than needing to have a moral or symbolic meaning) and took a more objective and less sentimental approach to writing vs. Romanticism’s emotionalism. these poets were much more interested in beauty and perfectionism than social commentary. are you beginning to see where I’m coming from…
(also the journal included Baudelaire’s ‘Nouvelles Fleurs du mal’ and Baudelaire is so intrinsically tied up in my personal interpretation of Montparnasse that it’s actually kind of embarrassing.)
anyway, more eloquent and better informed people have written about this before and it’s 2:15 am and I’m tired but the long answer is:
because Poetry


It’s ARMY’s bungle JIN
iyaa ~ It’s already my fourth birthday (since) debut
It’s already been four years since I’ve debuted
Up to now I think I’ve remained 20 years old

I met ARMY’s and everything has changed a lot
from looks, personality until mind, so many things have changed

I always want to show ARMY good looks more and more not only BTS’ JIN but human Kim Seokjin too, that is mentally and physically strong

Really what can I offer to thank you
I don’t know how to repay you back
As ARMY has given me such positive strength, I want to be someone to give ARMYs such strength too.

I hope ARMYs had fun due to me
So, please shine brightly for us on our side for a long long time
I hope ARMY and BANGTAN last for a long time!

- I hope we continue to be together for a long time in the future your Jin dream❤

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anonymous asked:

Today is the 3 year anniversary of their mysterious special day, when Sam posted that beautiful beautiful selfie they took in Hide Park on their first trip together in London. I can't believe it's been almost four years since they first met. ❤

Things that make you go hmmmm…