fresh-cuts

anonymous asked:

A friend of mine has BPD and severely self harms. I had to ask her to stop showing me her fresh cuts on Snapchat + dial down her talk about that and suicide bc it was triggering and stunted my own recovery.. but she doesn’t understand where I’m coming from. She thinks that means she has to lie to me now and that we can’t be “real friends” bc apparently real friends have to share EVERYTHING. what do I even do?

ahh that’s tricky, because she really doesn’t have a concept of how that’s making you feel and it’s probably her making an attempt to to show you how much she needs you (which is manipulative, but borderlines don’t generally realize they’re being so) and she’ll take any criticism you give her with 10x more emotion than the average person.
but honestly in this case if it’s very upsetting for you, you’ll just have to put your wellbeing first. maybe try to sit her down and have a serious (but gentle!!) discussion as to how it makes you feel, and how she can communicate her pain & emotions instead of showing you self harm. just try to reassure her that you love her and you’re there for her, but that stuff is maybe too triggering or upsetting for you.

Cracker Jacks and kiss cams

Summary: A story in which Bucky Barnes is very smitten, there’s a baseball game between the New York Mets and the Chicago Cubs, and Cracker Jacks are consumed.

Prompt: “I never thought you’d break my heart”
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: None. A bit of language maybe, but this is all just sappy fluff. 

A/N: This is my submission for @just-some-drabbles​ Rom-Com writing challenge, thanks for letting me join last minute and congratulations on reaching 4k! This story came about because I really love baseball, I really love the Chicago Cubs, and I really love Bucky Barnes, so all in all, it felt like a win-win.

MASTERLIST

(Bucky, opening Google search)

“how do you know if a woman is interested”
“when do you know if a woman wants to kiss you”
“how to tell a woman you love her without saying it”
“why do I suck at talking to her”
“oh my god why can’t I just ask her out” 

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Wish You Were Here (Tom Holland Smut)

request: i think it was kinda? someone wanted phone sex w tom so here we are i’m too lazy to find it but anon one’s for u babe <3

short summary: tom was a little shit this whole week about the fresh cut and it got u all hot and bothered when he finally posted a pic so u know seeing as u can’t see him phone sex will have to do

length: 1.6k words

warnings: smut

A/N: i’m sorry i know i said i was working on 2 angsty peter fics but i knew i needed to write this as soon as he finally stopped being a snake and showed us that dope cut bc goddamn it looks fucking NICE i’m so s o r r y 
pls forgive me


You toyed with yourself as you paced around your bedroom. Not knowing what exactly to do, you were at a loss. You didn’t want to cave, but at the same time you were beyond caring. The reward would be too great if you would just succumb to your wants.

Tom hadn’t only been messing with his fans all week, but you too. What started as a simple joke tweet had amassed into hysteria in his fandom. He’d initially planned on only waiting a day before showing the world a simple selfie of his new hair cut, but after seeing everyone freak out he decided to take it a step further and mess with everyone for a few days.

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Bruised Boyfriend- Steve Harrington

Summary/Request: Anon said: Steve Harrington request of being Dustin’s older sister and becoming close to Steve post season two and he comes to you to patch him up after a fight and after much prying, he finally he tells you it was because Billy was picking on Dustin again and Steve nows you would murder anyone who hurt Dustin because y'all are close. And you end up confess your feelings because Steve’s an idiot for getting into a fight but you appreciate how great he is with Dustin and just a great guy?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of physical fighting

Word Count: 1341

Never was it a surprise when the ever so handsome Steve Harrington would show up unannounced at your house. Ever since he and your younger brother Dustin became close, Steve was over rather often, most of the time without any previous planning. Not that you were one to complain about the sweet boy hanging around, in fact your attitude towards his random drop by’s was nothing but positive. But what was a surprise was Steve standing outside your front door with a busted lip and a bruising left eye. A wave of worry and concern had washed over your face quickly as he asked for your help to get him cleaned up. “Jesus Steve, what happened?!” You asked while you took his hand, leading him into the kitchen. “Oh you know, just clumsy me.” He said sarcastically, making your facial expression change from concern to fed up real quick. “I’m serious Steve. Your lip is twice its normal size, your eye is turning purple, and your poor knuckles are all scuffed up!” Standing up on your tippy toes you shuffled through the tall cabinet, gathering some first aid supplies before turning back to the wounded boy. “It’s nothing babe, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.” He said with a slight groan as he propped himself up on the kitchen counter. “It sure doesn’t look like nothing.” You muttered under your breath while unpacking the bandages you had in your hands. Over the past few months not only did Steve become close to Dustin but he also became a lot closer with you. The more he was over at your place or lingering around Dustin, the more time you two spent together as well, the both of you inseparable. (Which only drove Dustin slightly crazy)

You soaked a cotton ball in some rubbing alcohol, looking up at Steve with a look of concern and caution. “This is going to sting.” You warn him, his eyes shutting softly before you began to dab the cotton ball over the small cut just above his eyebrow, the semi dried blood wiping off. Steve let out a soft groan, the alcohol stinging the fresh cut just like you had warned, his jaw clenched as he reached out to grip onto your hip. You felt your heart flutter in your chest from his more intimate touch, his fingertips pressing into your skin gently, never hard enough to actually hurt you. You finished cleaning him up in silence, cleaning all the cuts he had and wrapping his scuffed up knuckle; racking your mind as to what had happened to him while you put a final bandage over the slit above his eyebrow. Pulling yourself from his grasp at your waist, you reached into the freezer to grab a bag of frozen peas, place it over his bruising eye. “Thank you Y/N.” Steve murmured as you stood before him, your eyes narrowed and your arms folded over your chest in curiosity. “You can thank me by telling me what happened to you Steve.” A stern tone of voice slipping out from your lips, not even focusing on the fact that he still looked devilishly handsome with a purple eye and puffy lip. Steve sighed, hopping down from the countertop, watching him wince at the pain he felt when he lifted his hand to run it through his hair. Silence came again and you huffed, extremely fed up with his lack of explanation.

“Are you going to tell me or what Harrington? I’m going to ban you from this house and my brother if you don’t confess in the next five seconds!” You somewhat shout at him, anger evident in your voice and facial expression. “Okay! Alright….Jesus Y/N, don’t bite my head off.” He exhaled deeply, avoiding eye contact, running his finger over his wrapped up knuckles. “I was dropping off Dustin at arcade and ran into Billy…” He started, your angry demeanor staying the same after hearing that. Of course it was Billy, you should’ve known, no one else in this town ever had a reason to pick a fight with Steve. “God, that son of a bitch just thinks he’s such a hard ass doesn’t he!” You exclaimed, shaking your head. “What was he saying now? Or was he just so much of a prick you couldn’t resist taking a swing at him?” Probing more at the subject, Steve’s eyes widened slightly, going silent when you had asked more. “He was..” Steve paused, not sure if he should even continue knowing how you’d react to the rest of his statement. “What Steve? He was what?” He sighed, looking up at you, “He grabbed a hold of Dustin and started picking on him, called him the toothless wonder of the world.” It was as if a rubber band had snapped inside of you, your face turning a bright red, your blood practically boiling at this new information. “HE DID WHAT?” You roared, fisted clenched tightly as you paced around the kitchen, plotting Billy’s murder. “That fucking asshat! Laying his filthy, scumrat hands on my baby brother! Ugh god! I could, I-I could kill him!” Steve watched as you exploded with fury, he had never seen you like this before, your eyes glowing with rage and your mouth as dirty as a sailor. “I pulled him off of Dustin and told him to go inside before I decked the prick and he fought back, clearly.” Your head shot up at Steve, your gaze running over his poor beaten face, knowing that Billy had picked on Dustin and beat up Steve only sparked more resentment inside of you.

Pushing himself off of the counter he came towards you, grabbing your shoulders to stop your angry pacing. “You’re going to burn a hole in the floor if you keep walking with such anger in your steps, Y/N.” He said, trying to make you laugh but from your serious expression, it didn’t work. While his joke didn’t make you laugh, the tender touch from his hands did help you calm down a bit. “How can I not be angry Steve? That brainless sack of shit is picking on my brother and he beat up my boyfriend.” Once the word left your mouth your eyes widened and you turned to look at Steve. “S-sorry, I just, it just slipped out.” A blush forming on your already somewhat red cheeks. While you were busy chastising yourself and blushing at your unruly mouth, Steve was staring at you with a smile on his face. The two of you never made anything official, as far as the two of you were concerned, you were just really great friends, even if there was something more stirring between you both. “Hey, I know you’re mad but after the suckerpunch I nailed on to that bastard’s face, I don’t think he’ll try messing with Dustin again…No need to plot his death, your boyfriend took care of it.” When you had said the word you felt nothing but embarrassment for yourself, but when Steve had said it, with that goofy grin of his on his face, you felt a rupture of butterflies stir in your stomach. There was a small distance between you and Steve, his hands dropping from your shoulders to take a hold of yours. “You’re an idiot Steve Harrington, and while you may be an idiot you are also the most…amazing, handsomest, caring guy I have ever met. Thank you for looking out for Dustin, I know he really enjoys the bond you guys have.” Your words were spoken with a sudden change of tone, a softness laced in your voice. Steve gave you a half smile half smirk as you kissed his bruising knuckles, closing your eyes to savour the newfound intimacy.

“And if he ever, EVER fucks with Dustin or your pretty face again, I will end him.” Steve chuckled, shaking his head at you now, hands cupping your cheeks before his lips pressed against your own.

Author’s Note: Thank you for my very first request! I hope whoever requested this likes it as much as I liked writing it! Let me know what you guys think! Send in any requests if you have any. xx Lexie. 

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anonymous asked:

What the ever living shit Spidey, I just had an all-dressed potato chip for the first time and now I'm concerned. What other shit are you crazy canucks hiding from us?

STRAP IN, ANON.  WE’RE GOING FOR A RIDE THROUGH THE GREAT WHITE NORTH.

Real poutine!  A mix of fresh cut fries, specifically spiced poutine gravy and cheese curds.

Hawkins Cheezies!  You like Cheetos?  Well buckle up because Cheezies are better in every way.  They’re crunchier, more cheesy, made with corn and don’t look/taste artificial.

Smarties!  Think M&M’s but bigger and with a harder shell more solid chocolate inside.  In fact, most Canadian chocolate is different (better) as it is smoother, sweeter and creamier.  Which leads us too…

Coffee Crisp!  Foam coffee filling between wafers and covered in chocolate.  

And Aero bars!  Super sweet, Canadian milk chocolate, aerated with little bubbles so the bar feels like it was made out of a chocolate cloud!  

Fudgee-O’s!  Made by the same company, think Oreos but with a fudge icing inside!

Hickory Sticks, goddamnit!  Slivers of hickory smoked potato chip slivers.

Tourtiere.  Spiced meat pies!  Pork or beef, nothing quite compares.  Crisp on the outside, savory on the inside.  The best meat pies.  Period.

Kraft Peanut Butter.  Apparently Kraft doesn’t make this peanut butter for you Americans.  Probably for the best, since it’d put all other peanut butter brands out of business.  Also, LOOKIT THE CUTE BEARS.

Tim Hortons, sweet baby Jesus.  From donuts to timbits to bagels to coffee, you can’t go wrong with this chain.  I cannot even begin to describe what you’re missing out on if you haven’t had their coffee or donuts.  Rows upon rows of donuts of all assortments, with the smell of brewed coffee in the air.  Holy shit.

Oh and the annual Roll Up the Rim to Win.  Which beats the crap out of whatever monopoly scam McDonalds pulls.

CANADA.  HELL YEAH.

the losers club aesthetics

bill denbrough : the smell of fresh cut grass; papercuts; the feeling you get when you chug a glass of ice cold water after a run; sloppy handwriting; bitten nails; being afraid, yet thrilled, about getting lost; sprinting across an empty football field; burning your tongue on hot drinks; photobooths; pushing friends in a cart in the store

stan uris : the first inhale after coming up from swimming; clotheslines; baby blue; freashly clipped nails; cold lips kissing warm hands; tracing shapes on a lovers back; violin music; gasping between kisses; fruit infused water; tears on your best friend’s sweater; calling friends swear words while grinning; the shuffling sound of a deck of cards

richie tozier : jumping into an autumn leaf pile; the feeling of a big drop on a roller coaster; hands caressing a lover’s cheeks; long eyelashes; thin blankets; hickeys; screaming at the top of your lungs; headrushes; throwing a punch at someone; writing on a chalkboard; washing dishes alongside a loved one, humming, and kissing each other’s cheeks; party tricks and hidden talents; 

beverly marsh : french braids; lighthearted debates that turn into yelling matches; ice cream melting on your fingers; fish tacos; button up shirts with dainty underwear; caffeine addiction; long nails tapping on a desk; a sharp inhale when making out; feeling light-headed after a sleep in; winning a stuffed bear at the fair; giving someone a thirty dollar tip; warm coffee going cold; 

ben hanscom : whistling; finding an onion ring in your fries; picking up bits and pieces of languages while traveling; waking up ten minutes early; a collection of partially filled notebooks; the crack of a baseball hitting a bat; the sound of shes against loud wood floors; studying on the green; wearing someone else’s jacket; writing with your non dominant hand; 

eddie kaspbrak : blushing from ears to chest; lightning bugs on your hand; aching fingers and wrists; cursing when spilling coffee over your notes; running your hands over tall grass; doodling on a lover’s skin; your lips and fingers turning red from berries; resting your head in someone’s lap; sloppy handwritten love letters; sneaking into an open window; the moment before you get picked up for a first date

mike hanlon : tilting your face towards the sun; jumping as high as possible on a trampoline; tapping toes to the beat of a song; apple cider; the scent of an extinguished match; broken cinnamon sticks; the smell of sharpened pencils; dancing in the rain; random bloody noses; eating all of the chocolate in an advent calendar at once; 

bookishplays  asked:

okay but one of the upperclassmen referencing the "what she says: im fine" meme around neil and our boy being SHOOK

They train Neil to stop saying “I’m fine” because every time he says he’s fine, Matt will go “What he says: I’m fine” and Allison finishes it with things such as:

  • “What he means: I was planning on being dead by now and now I don’t know what to do with my life.”
  • “What he means: My body is 90% fresh cuts and burns, but I don’t want to get benched.”
  • “What he means: I’m planning out the most effective way to get myself taken and tortured yet again.”
  • “What he means: I’m bleeding out, but slowly enough that we don’t need to worry about it for a solid two hours at least.”

The Potter Wedding aka The Gang Discovers Murphy’s Law

• James proposed to Lily fresh out of Hogwarts. Both of them were thrilled and excited, couldn’t wait to start spending life together as a married couple.

• But they soon realised that wedding planning is a pain in the arse and you can’t make everybody happy.

• Lily asked Petunia to be her maid of honour. Petunia said she’d think about it and give her answer when she and Vernon went out for dinner with James and Lily. That dinner was a disaster, Vernon and James boasting and ridiculing each other until everyone was in horrible spirits. It was one of the only times James saw Lily cry, hot angry tears as she demanded he apologise and sought to mend things with her sister. But Petunia’s mind was made up…. wizards and witches were awful and she would have no part in the wedding (or as she spat at Lily “the freak show,”).

• So Lily asked Marlene to be her maid of honour and acted as if everything was fine. But it still made her heart ache to know she wouldn’t be standing there with her sister.

• James asked Sirius to be his best man. Remus and Peter were also in the party. Sirius took his duties as best man very seriously (obligatory pun) and was more of a bridezilla than Lily, trying to make sure everything was perfect.

• Family, as Lily had found out, is the hardest to work around for weddings. As James was about to find out. When Lily and James set a date, they worked around the calendar to make sure it wasn’t near a full moon. They wanted to make sure Remus could be in as high spirits as possible. But Mr. and Mrs. Potter wrote to James to inform him that if they scheduled it on that particular day, they wouldn’t be able to attend. “It’s the same day your father is being given an award for a life long commitment to the potions industry and we can’t miss that, my dear, you understand.” And the only other day possible was the day after a full moon. James cried from stress as he told Remus.

“Mate, I am so sorry, I wanted this to be fun for you too.”

Remus was always the most understanding, but James could see the disappointment behind his smile. “Don’t worry about it, Jamie, honestly. I’ll still be there! Maybe take a nap while you make your toast about how much you love Evans because I’ve heard it way too many times already.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Of course not! This is your wedding!”

• They say that a bad rehearsal means a good performance in theatre. But does a good rehearsal mean a bad wedding in matrimony? Maybe because that rehearsal dinner went suspiciously smooth. Afterwards Lily did cry over her family’s lack of attendance, Sirius and Remus disappeared for Remus’ transformation, and James got a three hour lecture on the duties of a husband from his parents who worried that maybe he was too young. Peter was left alone and sulky.

• The day of the wedding finally came. And Lily couldn’t fit into her dress. As friends and bridesmaids magically helped her widen the hips, she realised she hadn’t had her period…. she was at least a month late. She shook her head, she couldn’t think about this now. But it would explain the crying….. maybe she should tell James. Eh well… better wait.

• On the gentlemen’s side, Sirius was freaking out. He couldn’t find the rings. He swore he’d put them in his pocket at the rehearsal dinner and…… shit…. he’d left those trousers in the woods by accident after transforming with Remus! Shit! Shit! There was no way he was going to be able to get them now! He enlisted an exhausted Remus and a still cranky Peter to help him try to recreate the rings from memory, transfiguring random bits of things they had on hand in an attempt to make the beautiful heirlooms James had entrusted him with.

It did not work.

James totally noticed.

And normally easy going James was PISSED. How could Sirius have messed this up??? He had one job!

Fortunately, Remus eventually found the trousers and the rings. And James eventually forgave Sirius his mistake… he understood. Sirius had just received a very hateful letter from Regulus.

• The ceremony itself was fine. Nobody mucked up their vows. James cried when he saw Lily. Lily practically ran down the aisle. It was beautiful. Nobody noticed the fresh cuts on Remus’ neck or the exhausted dark circles under everybody’s eyes. They were all used to that sight.

• There was meant to be a party. But that didn’t happen. James and Lily had barely been announced “Mr. and Mrs. Potter” when a message came that Death Eaters were in the next village, destroying houses and killing muggleborns. So off to the rescue they went, Lily still in her wedding gown as they forced the Death Eaters to retreat and healed the wounded.

• Lily and James got to their honeymoon destination, a small bed and breakfast out in the countryside. The room was lovely and decorated with all manner of candles. But they couldn’t enjoy it, they were exhausted. They flopped down in bed and fell asleep almost instantly. Not before James tucked a strand of hair behind Lily’s ear though and whispered, “I love you, Mrs. Potter.”

She smiled and squeezed his hand. She’d tell him the news in the morning.

bring me heartache

catch me being sad about shaun gilmore 

[vax/gilmore. 1K. spoilers for episode 115]

It’s Kima, of all people, who brings the news. She drops it shuffling-awkward in the doorway of his shop, the building so new it still smells like fresh-cut wood and the spice-scent of arcane magics.

“I don’t really understand it,” she admits, small out of her armor, black eye fading beautifully into a starburst of purple-green-yellow. “They didn’t do a great job of explaining what happened––”

“They never do,” Shaun murmurs, half-exasperated and fond beneath. Kima snorts.

“Tell me about it. But, he made a deal, I think. With his goddess. And they won, so she y’know. Collected.” She tugs the tail of one of the braids coiled over her shoulder. “I thought someone should tell you and I–– Well, I didn’t imagine they would.”

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