good god i would kill to live there

She Do This Often

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,900 (I have a problem, haha)

Request: Bucky just doesn’t like the songs of the 21st century. 

Warnings: It’s based off The Weeknd - Often, so language, obviously! 

A/N: Hello babes! the first request is here, this one was requested by the lovely @suchabigmesss, hope you enjoy, hun! Also, definitly listen to The Weeknd - Often while reading this one, I promise it makes it better. Hope you enjoy! lots of love to you all!  

There were many things that baffled Bucky about the 21st century: the rude behavior people had adapted to, the selfishness, the way men spoke to women, how women were spoken about and especailly the nonexistant filter regarding physical intimacy, especially when it came to the songs in this century. 

The concept of dirty talk wasn’t a new one for Bucky, really, it wasn’t. But what was said and done in the privacy of the bedroom was one thing, saying the words out loud, for the whole world to hear, was a whole other thing.

Bucky grimaced at the song playing on the television and turned it off. Lying back down on his bed he let out a deep sigh. All the Avengers were out on a mission which Bucky had decided to skip. He hadn’t been feeling completely healed after the injury he sustained on the last mission and no one had obliged to the fact that he didn’t want to go. He had quickly regretted not tagging along anyway as boredom overtook him.

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First Person Shooter (Jason Todd x Reader)

@cuddles-for-cassie : “it’s Kori and I have a challenge for you! Write a drabble of Jason with this sentence: ‘I can’t believe you did that.’”

Schninner: Err… I tried to make this fluffy, but I think it turned out really cheesy, sorry!

Warnings: again, probably some grammar mistakes,  so if you’re easily triggered by improper grammar, do not read.

Word count: 499

The sounds of gunshots sounded throughout your tiny apartment.

Your boyfriend Jason Todd’s voice rang out in panic.

“[F/N], I swear to the gods, if you kill me, I’m breaking up with you!”

A devious smile spread over your face, “I’m sorry Jay, but I have to, I can’t tarnish my reputation! I would be considered a softy if I let you live!”

Jason let out a grunt of frustration, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his mouth formed into a scowl.

“I’m not kidding [F/N]! I will get a divorce! “

“Well it’s a good thing we aren’t married!”

The finishing shot sounded through your living room. Jason eyes grew wide in disbelief as the words on the TV screen flashed “Game over. [F/N] wins! Jay Bird Loses! “ he dropped his remote on the ground and groaned.

You on the other hand, were pumped. As soon as you beat Jason, you had jumped up from the couch and did a small little victory dance.

“Ah Yes! Eat virtual lead ‘Jay bird’!”

“I can’t believe you did that.” Jason said, his face dead serious.

“You killed me, my own girlfriend killed me.”

You rolled your eyes, “Come on Jay, don’t be such a drama queen.”

“That’s it,” he said, he turned toward you, his face dead serious, “[F/N] [L/N], we are getting a divorce.”

You crossed your arms, “Jay, hun, again, we aren’t married.”

“Well not anymore. Remember,  the divorce?” a small smile made it’s way across his face.

You mirrored his smile and played along, you let out an overly dramatic gasp and contorted your face into one of shock. “Oh no! My dearest Jay bird, the love of my life, whatever can I do to win back your love and trust?”

His smile widened more, and you plopped back down beside him on the couch, with a look of mocked despair.

“Well… you could let me me win…?”

The mask of a heartbroken lover that you wore immediately disappeared, replaced with fits of laughter. Jason’s eyes widened slightly in surprise at your sudden outburst. Once you finally got yourself together, you sat back up, with a big goofy grin on your face, you leaned over and gave your boyfriend a short sweet kiss on his lips. You parted and looked lovingly in his blue eyes.

“Oh Jay, I love you, but that’s never going to happen.”

You kissed him lightly on his nose, before hopping over the side of the couch.

“Now, do you want some popcorn to eat away your shame while we watch stranger things? Or do you just want to wallow in your failure?”

“Yeah, sure,  I’ll have some popcorn.”

Your lighthearted teasing placed a grin on Jason’s face as he watched you grab a bag of popcorn and put it in the microwave. Sure you constantly teased each other and you would always destroy him in video games, but he lived you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

All Of The Joker's Lines In Suicide Squad

“Doctor, Quinzel. I live for these moments with you.”
“What do you got?”
“So thoughtful.”
“There’s something you can do for me, Doctor”
“I need a machine gun”
“What do we have here?”
“Oh I’m not gonna kill ya. I’m just gonna hurt ya really really bad.”
“Question, would you die for me?”
“That’s too easy. Would you live for me?”
“Careful. Do not say this oath thoughtlessly.”
“Desire become surrender, surrender become power.”
“You want this?”
“Say it, say it!”
“Pretty, Pretty, Pretty, Pretty”
“Oh god, you’re so good”
“Are you sweet talkin’ me?”
“I like this guy”
“He’s so intense”
“Well that she is, the fire in my loins, itch in my crotch, the one and only the infamous Harley Quinn”
“Oh, Come to daddy”
“Listen, You are my gift to this handsome hunka hunka.”
“You belong to him now”
“You don’t want no beef? don’t want no beef? Don’t want no beef?”
“Look, are you enjoying yourself?”
“That’s right”
“Oh, we have got company.”
“Where is she?”
“Bring the car around"
“We’re going for a drive”
“Blah blah blah blah”
“All of that chit-chat’s gonna get cha hurt”
“I can tell you meant that”
“You’re gonna be my friend”
“This look neat.”
“Professor, would you pick up the pace.”
“Hello, baby”
“Come on baby.”
“Oh, you know I’ll do anything for you.”
“By the way, I’ve got some grapes soda on ice and a bear skin rug waiting.“
“This bird is baked.”
“Ok honey, it’s me and you”
“Let’s go home”

Suicide Squad | Sentence Meme

So even though I didn’t really care for this movie - the cheesy soundtrack, the casting, the overacting, etc. - the script was perfect for a sentence meme. So here ya go. A compilation of quotes from the film and deleted scenes, all wrapped up in a nice package. You can thank me later. xo

“I want to build a team of some very dangerous people.”
“My job is to keep you alive until you die. Do you understand that?”
“It’s taken me some time, but I finally have them.”
“You gonna come down from there or what?”
“Somehow, somehow, I’m gonna get outta here. And I’m gonna rain down on you like the Holy Ghost.”
“We’re bad guys, it’s what we do.”
“You know what they say about the crazy ones…”
“No money, no honey.”
“You are really in bad shape upstairs, lady!”
“Only my friends call me ____.”
“Oh, I’m not gonna kill you… I’m just gonna hurt you really, really bad.”
“Love your perfume. What is that, the stench of death?”
“I can’t wait to show you my toys.”
“Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you people?”
“Huh? What was that? I should kill everyone and escape?”
“It’s got a little bit of pasghetti in there - toenails, rat shit. Everything a growing fella needs.”
“Ya’ll jokers must be crazy.
“I’m known to be quite vexing, I’m just forewarning you.”
“You sweet talking me?”
“All that chit chat’s gonna get ya hurt.”
“Are you the devil?”
“Come on! I’m bored! I’m bored. Play with me.”
“I sleep where I want, when I want, with who I want.”
“I’m fighting fire with fire.”
“This is the exterminator you called for your rat problem.”
“My account’s looking a little thin.”
“I want you to come and live with me.”
“I know you do bad things. Don’t worry. I still love you.”
“Let’s just say, I put him in a hole and threw away the hole.”
“You know, I live for these moments with you.”
“I got you a kitty.”
“I need a machine gun.”
“Talk about a workplace romance gone wrong.”
“What do we have here?”
“What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me?”
“Oh! Party foul! Not cool!”

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Signed to Kill (Pt. 8)

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
◊ Summary: You were employed in an agency that made its money by taking lives. However, things get hard when you’re contracted to kill a young idol.
◊ Genre: angst
◊ Word Count: 2,098

|Chapter 8

You remembered pulling the trigger. You’d squeezed with your finger, felt the recoil as the gun went off, and immediately afterward came the crushing regret. You shouldn’t have agreed to the job.

The moment you’d truly met Jungkook was the moment you’d realized that. There was something about the boy that made you want to protect him – that made you want to keep him close. After time, you realized that those initial feelings evolved into something akin to love.

And you’d just killed it.

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Listening to the Hunchback of Notre Dame musical OST for the first time
  • Olim: how did they make the intro to the movie richer and prettier aaah I love all the layers of voices
  • Bells of Notre Dame: HOLY HELL THAT INTRO. It's weird to hear the first verse with no French accent but I like how it's a group number now. THEY INCLUDED JEHANNNNNNNN. THEY INCLUDED JEHAN I CANNOT OMGOMGOMGOMFG. JEHAAAANNNN. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS LITTLE SHIT. KARA WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS I AM SCREAMING. That's really interesting that they made Quasi Jehan's son. It's less dramatic than the move but I like it a lot. PRETTY CHOIR. DAT HIGH NOTE.
  • Out There: Patrick Page's Frollo is delightfully creepy. More so than his Scar. Quasi needs all of the hugs ohmygod. I wasn't so sure about his voice at first but then it got into the song and now I can get behind this :)
  • Topsy Turvy Pt 1: I like having more crowd numbers. Quasi's interludes are so sweet though it's breaking my heart knowing it all falls to shit.
  • Rest and Recreation: Why did they change Phoebus's last name? I love when they include musical themes from the movies in the stage's songs- they've been doing it since BatB and I love it. Great Douchebag Phoebus is back.
  • Rhythm of the Tambourine: oh FUCK YES. I am SO glad they made her dance a full number of its own.
  • Topsy Turvy Pt 2: I'm sure this scene is longer in the full version. The whole King of Fools part feels REALLY abridged on the soundtrack.
  • Into Notre Dame: I'm pretty sure it wasn't necessary to do this to my heart
  • God Help the Outcasts: WOW.
  • Top of the World: Once in every shoooowww there comes a song like thiiiis.... Ugh are the gargoyles here? WHY. They're a little more palatable here than in the movie at least.
  • Tavern Song: These dark minor chord dance numbers are my aesthetic
  • Heaven's Light: Someone please hug Quasi
  • Esmeralda: why is this melody so bright and jaunty? And who says "punished" like that? Brothels in a Disney show. I don't know why I'm surprised because HoND has always been edgier than most Disney and this is coming directly after freaking Hellfire. But still damn. Yay for Phoebus not being a douche anymore! Seriously this song sounds like something out of Les Mis.
  • Flight into Egypt: the statues are slightly more palatable here. This is still a weak point but it's not A Guy Like You. I'm pretty amused that that was cut lol
  • The Court of Miracles: this scene is so funny in the movie and it's actually quite scary here. Amazing what a key change can do!
  • In a Place of Miracles: Have I mentioned this week that I don't like Phoebus? Nice to see a cut song make it back in, though. And they didn't go full bookPhoebus which is nice. Someone please hug Quasi :'(
  • Justice in Paris: well that escalated quickly.
  • Someday: I LOVE that this made it back in, too. I love God Help the Outcasts but it's always sad when a good song gets replaced. And it found new life that isn't the terrible credits version!
  • While the City Slumbered: Not entirely sure that needed its own track
  • Made of Stone: DAAAAMN. So angsty. So powerful. HELL YES. But poor baby ;-;
  • Finale: YESSSS IT'S JUST AS EPIC AS THE MOVIE. I WOULD LITERALLY KILL PEOPLE TO SEE THIS LIVE THIS CHOIR IS AMAZING fuck yeah Sun God. I do not say that lightly. I WANT TO SEE THE MOLTEN LEAD ON STAGE :O. OH MY GOD DID THEY ACTUALLY KEEP THE ORIGINAL ENDING. MY HEART. NO. ;-; Frollo you bastard. "What do you know of love?" JEHAN ;-; OH SHIT QUASI. Daaamn that's an even more badass karmic death than the movie. It's like the book but terrifying. The Someday reprise is beautiful. And Bells reprise is always lovely. I wasn't expecting the book's ending though ;-;
Jackson Wang//Best Friend’s Brother - Part 3

Prompt: It’s finally the summer, and that means you and your best friend are determined to go crazy and have the best summer ever - but her older brother’s come back from his gap year along with a couple of his friends, and they want to join in on the fun…
Scenario: fluff, angst, romance, smut in later parts
Word Count: 2257

Part1 Part2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6  Part 7  Part 8

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“The Thorn Birds” sentence starters
  • “There are no ambitions noble enough to justify breaking someone’s heart.”  
  • “Each of us has something within us which won’t be denied, even if it makes us scream aloud to die.”
  • “We are what we are, that’s all.”
  • “Everyone singing his own little song, convinced it’s the most wonderful song the world has ever heard.”
  • “Don’t you see? We create our own thorns, and never stop to count the cost.”
  • “All we can do is suffer the pain, and tell ourselves it was well worth it.”  
  • “There is a legend about a bird which sings only once in it’s life, more beautifully than any other creature on the face of the earth.”
  • “But when we press the thorn to our breast, we know, we understand…. and still, we do it.”
  • “Belief doesn’t rest on proof or existence…it rests on faith…without faith there is nothing.”  
  • “The best is only bought at the cost of great pain.”  
  • “What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance? ”  
  • “If you love people, they kill you. If you need people, they kill you. They do I tell you!”  
  • “Truly God was good, to make man so blind.”  
  • “You still think love can save us.”
  • “It’s more killing than hate.”
  • “Hate is so clean, so simple.”
  • “–Like being in the ring. With hate, you just keep hitting. You hit until they stop hitting back. With love… They never stop.”
  • “Twelve thousand miles of it, to the other side of the world.”
  • “They would belong neither here, nor there, for they would have lived on two continents and sampled two different ways of life.”
  • “There was some justice in his pain.”  
  • “It’s not worth getting upset about.”
  • “Down in the city they don’t know how the other half lives.”
  • “Out here it’s different.”
  • “We’re working-class people, which means we don’t get rich or have maids. Be content with what you are and what you have.”  
  • “We can know what we do wrong even before we do it, but self-knowledge can’t affect or change the outcome, can it?”
  • “I can’t share your love of God”
  • “Each of us has within us something that just won’t be denied.”
  • “Oh, that feels good!”
  • “I don’t know who invented ties and then insisted a man was only properly dressed when he wore one, but if I ever meet him, I’ll strangle him with his own invention”  
  • “We weren’t fit to be told.”
  • “You complacent, conceited, self-centered bastard! “
  • “You can’t make love for toffee!”
  • “Oh, go away! I can’t bare to look at you anymore!”
  • “Oh, the cruelty of youth.”
  • “How will we live without him.”
  • “Your God gathers in the good ones… and leaves the living to hose of us whom fail.”
  • “Your greedy God! There is no peace with him!”
  • “I’m so glad I’m not dying.”
  • “What would I ever do without you?”
  • “Oh silly. You’ll never be without me.”
  • “You’ve the face of an angel and the body of a goddess.”
  • “And since that day, I have somehow known, though I never saw you again, that my last thought this side of the grave would be of you.”
  • “And there’s nothing I can do to change it.”
  • “Do you know how terrifying it is, that power you have over me?”
  • “It’s as if you never remember that.”

TF2 Expiration Date Sentence Starters, pt. 1

❝ Hey, it’s me, ___. Tell me you got the briefcase. ❞ 
❝ We killed everybody and took a briefcase! ❞
❝ Not everyone… You left seven witnesses. ❞
❝  Goodbye, ____! I am leaving the Van now! ❞
❝ Just…Just say something. ❞ 
❝ You’ll… You’ll probably be real busy this weekend, right? ❞
❝ I’ll be burying bodies all weekend- so that you don’t go to jail. ❞
❝ A lot of people busy… with business. ❞
❝ Asking out that dial tone again I see.❞
❝ Wow, you can teleport bread, that is big news. ❞
❝ Hey, is ___ back with the beers yet? ❞
❝ You teleport as much bread as you like. ❞
❝ If there’s anything y’all would like to do before, well… died… now’s a good time. ❞
❝ How long before these tumors kill us? ❞
❝ Yes! We only have three days to live! ❞
❝ This… is a bucket.❞
❝ Dear God…❞     
❝ We have 70 hours to live. ❞
❝ We are not most men. We are mercenaries! ❞
❝ The clock is ticking, Gentlemen / Ladies. ❞
❝ He’s drawn a picture of me getting hit by a car. ❞
❝ That’s why the car hit him; cause he smells! ❞
❝ Fantastic, this was a huge waste of my time. ❞
❝ See you all in hell. ❞
❝ Oh, ___! Please… go fuck yourself. ❞
❝ I’m wedging my head through a door to tell you I’m sorry! ❞
❝ I’d like to go on a date with ___ ….❞
❝ You? But you’re terrible with girls! ❞
❝ Ey, I got a bucket of chicken. Wanna do it? ❞
❝ But you… you are amazing with ladies. ❞
❝ And why is that, do you think? ❞
❝ Well, it’s a secret we will to our graves then. Good bye! ❞
❝ This never leaves this room- you are better than me, alright? ❞
❝ I need your help. ❞
❝ Seduce me. ❞
❝ Hey there… Good lookin’. ❞

“Here’s the soon to be world famous archeologist and hardcore survivalist, Lara Croft.”

From where she lay in her bunk, Lara let out a groan, putting a hand up to block the camera.  “Sam, please, turn that thing off.”

Her companion giggled before pressing the power button.  “I’m surprised this thing still works,” she commented.

“Unpleasantly so,” Lara added.

“Don’t be such a killjoy.”

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I’m not poetry but I want to be. I want this to mean something. I want to say, here the blood flows and it means something and I want to make someone cry out of pity or the aching wrench that means truth. I want this pain to be a metaphor for love or life or how she left me instead of just being pain. 

I want to be your heroic sacrifice, the martyr. Goddammit. Maybe it could even be beautiful if my bruised knuckles were from fights with the devil instead of myself. Maybe I could be good and selfless and dissolved in holy water. You’d kiss me sooner than kill me and that would hurt just as much.

I want to be good, you know? I try to do good things but God sees the truth. How I’d sooner die than live like this. God knows my heart’s broken & that I don’t really mean it. I want to mean it God I really do. Please open up the pearly gates I don’t want to go to hell I’ve hurt enough. God I just want to be happy please just let me be happy

The Path Between: Running Away (Chapter 2)


After a week of laying low we head out of the city to a S.H.I.E.L.D. safe house so we can be extracted without whoever the Russian’s were after us.

“Alright Russian we need to head North to get away from all of the cameras.”

“I –I’m American.” He says darkly.

“No shit.” I say sarcastically leaning back in my seat. Before turning to glare at him, “How the hell do you remember when you can’t remember your name?”

He turns to look at me. “I-I-my name is James but people called me Bucky.” He says staring intently in front of him.

Holy shit. It clicked for me why I recognized him. It was Bucky fricken’ Barnes, a long haired caveman Bucky Barnes but him nonetheless. “Captain America’s best friend?” I asked already knowing the answer.

He looked at me weird. “Steve’s best friend.” He said darkly.

As we approached the outside of the city I let my curiosity over how much he remembered get the best of me. “Were you going to tell me that you started to remembered? “ I growled.

He shrugged. “ I wasn’t.” He said honestly.

“At least your honest.” I grumbled out.

“I only remember bits and pieces. I have a lot of time gaps and not much makes sense.”

After a week of being around him I noticed that he had two personalities, well not really two I was pretty sure they were one and the same. Which correlated with him getting  his memories  back and he was dealing with his actions over the years.

He sighed. “Where to?”

I rattled off the directions as I typed it into the GPS. “We’ll have to ditch the car and hike.” I say before turning back to stare out the window.

“That’s fine.”

Two hours of silence later we ditch the car and begin our next two hours of hiking.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” He says as I lead the way to the safe house.

I shrugged. “None of my business. As soon as we are extracted you won’t ever see me again any way.”

He grabbed my arm stopping me from heading to our destination. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

I yank my arm free of his. “It means that they let you become a S.H.I.E.L.D agent they’ll want your info on whatever organization you worked for and you won’t ever see me again.” I rolled my eyes. “Your way too valuable to arrest if that’s what you’re wondering.” I say starting back towards the safe house.

We finished the rest of our trip in silence. I walked around the safe house checking to make sure it was not compromised.

“We’re good.” I say entering the security code in. “This will alert my boss we’re here. It may also alert whoever the hell you were working for.” I warned.

He nods.

As we entered I sighed because I knew there was a fully stocked fridge and clothes. Sometimes working for S.H.I.E.L.D had its benefits. “I’m starved .” I say heading straight to the kitchen. As I pulled out ingredients to make a sandwich I noticed Bucky didn’t move away from the entrance.

“Something wrong?” I asked glancing up at him.

He had a sad look in his eyes. “It feels like…cozy.”

“Like…cozy?” I questioned. “You sure you speak English?”

He smiled at me sadly. “It just reminds me of home.” Then the sad look deepens on his face. “But everyone I know is dead so I guess I’ll never have one of those again.”

I swallowed the involuntary lump in my throat. My heart broke for the man who was out of his element sure he knew all about technology but he had nothing, no one. “Sometimes a fresh start is needed.” I say taking a bite out of my finished sandwich before I start making a second one, for Bucky.

He nods. “Y/N…”

“Hmmm…?” I say as I put more cheese on his sandwich.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t.” I say harshly as I glare at him.

“Why the hell not?” Bucky scowled at me.

I gave him a pointed look. “Because I didn’t do it for just you, you weren’t the only person’s whose life was on the line.” I said nonchalantly as I finished his sandwich.

In a matter of seconds he was behind me spinning me around and pinning my body between his and the counter. “Don’t lie to me.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t try to intimidate me it won’t work.” I said glaring up at him.

“If I wanted to intimidate you Y/N you would not be using the word try.”

I felt my blood run cold. I kept forgetting that this man was every bit as lethal as I was if not more so.

“Back off Barnes,” I say pushing at the wall of his chest and mentally building barriers against the man who stood before me. “I’m going to shower. That sandwich is yours.” I say  pointing to the counter  as I grab mine.

Bucky stepped away from me. “Y/N-“

I took a few steps to make sure I was out of his range. “What?” I asked cautiously.

“Never mind.” He said gruffly.

I nodded before heading upstairs praying that someone would come to take him or me whatever came first.

As I climbed out of the shower and headed into the bed room I saw Bucky laying on the bed.

“Get out Barnes.”

He eyed me. “Not a chance Y/N.” He said smirking at me.

I headed over to the dresser and grabbed the lingerie and clothes I would need. I turned to head back into the bathroom but Bucky was now blocking the way. He quirked his eyebrow at me as if throwing down a challenge.

I glared at him and let my towel drop. If he wanted to play the game fine I’d play too. I pulled on the black bra and matching lacy panties and threw the t-shirt on along with the sweats.

When I looked up Bucky had moved closer to me. “Y/N….”

I folded my arms over my chest. “You’re the one who didn’t want to leave Barnes.” I say .”Not my fault you were being stupid.”

As soon as the word left my mouth something in Bucky changed. He was no longer him. His eyes had gone blank and had a glazed over look.

I waved my hand in front of his face. Shit. This was not good.

Bucky’s POV

Stupid. Stupid. The word kept repeating itself over and over in my mind. I was thrown back into memories I didn’t even realize I was missing and just like that everything came back. I knew who I was. I knew everything I did.

‘Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.’ I said to my scrawny best friend.

‘How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.’ He says giving me a sad smile.

“BUCKY! BUCKY!” A female voice is shouting at me.

I blinked and all of a sudden I was back to the present.

“Jesus. I thought you we-Never mind.” Y/N said turning to walk out of the bedroom.

I reached out my metal arm to grab her. “I remember everything.” I said which caused her to look up at me.

“Oh shit.” She looked terrified.

I laughed dryly. “Yeah…I-Is Steve daead?” I asked

She swallowed. “Honestly I have no idea. They never found his body.”

I nodded. Way to go Buck you had one job and you failed. “How di-“

She stopped struggling and gave me a look of sympathy. “He put a plane in the water and took the Red Skull with him. He sacrificed himself the same way you would’ve. At least that’s what they say.”

I nodded before letting her go to sit on the bed. She seemed to contemplate something.

“He died a hero and a good man.” She said walking over to sit next to me.

“I –“

“No one knew you were alive a fall like that should have killed you.” She said softly before taking my hand in hers. “It’s not your fault Bucky and by blaming yourself you are taking away the good things he did. You are saying that the lives he saved weren’t worth it and you know he would have believed they were.”

I looked down at our fingers there was something comforting knowing that even though she was scared of me that she was willing to save me. I studied her face for a long time noticing how young she really was. But my god was she beautiful and the thoughts that were swirling in my head led down a dangerous path. “How old are you?” I growled out realizing the path was one I was more than willing to go down.

She laughed and squeezed my hand before trying to walk away. I held hers tighter in return. She looked uncomfortable. “Don’t worry grandpa you’re way older than me.” She joke while struggling to get away from me.

There was no way I was letting her go until she answered and maybe even then I wouldn’t. I stared at her blankly wanting a real answer.

“I’m twenty-one.” She said trying to get away from me.

“Good.” I said doing the one thing I had wanted to do since we sat in the cramped hotel room. I framed her face with my hands and pulled her into a kiss.

So I keep my circle small, you need reduction
Never too much friends, what is your circumference? - The intro about nothing

Cause the same hand heal you might cut you
Whatever, tell ‘em it’s whatever
Wanna see me good but never see me better? - The Helium balloon

And that’s a lot that can get to ya
When you’re not sellin’ drugs but the outcome is similar - The white shoes

But why complain about the man
When a nigga with my skin
The same problems with them I had
Is out there killin’ niggas too? - The pessimist

Fightin’ for my respect, receive it or nothin’ else
Preachin’ and geekin’, I kinda think that I’m Malcolm X - The middle finger

George: Nobody wants to be with someone who loves them
Jerry: No, people hate that
George: You want to be with somebody that doesn’t like you
Jerry: Ideally
George: I am never saying 'I love you’ again unless they say it first - The one time in Houston

We’re all living with small demons
We’re all sinning, it’s all similar - The girls on drugs

Stand close to my rivals
Like you got a job they would kill for
It’s all good cause the flow is to die for - The God smile

Is it me, or is you cold?
Cause the feelings you ain’t showin’ pokin’ out your clothes - The need to know

Graduated from school just to live on their knees
And wonder why the undergrads don’t wait for summer for heat
Cause a drug dealer’s destiny’s still reaching that key - The success

Want everything for everybody 'round me
I’ve been doing my own thing
And we said we’d never change
And I pray we stay the same
Fame changin’ everybody 'round me - The glass egg

And there’s no judgement here, love, you are free
To be as wild and crazy as you wanna be
So baby let me see you bloom for me - The Bloom

I’ll admit it, let me be hypothetic
The day I find a woman I prolly be scared to share it
The idea of me finding love would run somebody off - The matrimony

Sex is her weapon, my snake in her garden
So know when I’m not here the viper is on - The body

maybe unpopular opinion but I don't give a shit right now!

I know a lot of you think the episode wasn’t good because there was no hot gay sex.
I know that a lot of you want Johnlock like this, like a god damn fanfiction. But it’s not.
We have Johnlock. We have the best Johnlock possible. Two idiots that need each other to give their life sense, living together and solving crimes. They love each other so much, they would kill and die for the other. They make the other a better person, they save each other - they save each other in every sense of the word.
It’s not how some of you want Johnlock, it’s much more than that. They’re more than lovers, they’re even more than soulmates. They’re the missing pieces of a puzzle that can only exist together, that is nothing on its own.
It’s not the Johnlock you want but that could be done by so many people.
But this Johnlock can only be done with Mark and Steven and Ben and Martin.
This Johnlock can still be anything you want it and that’s what makes it so powerful.
Mofftiss gave you the strongest connection between two people ever possible - if you want to make it gay, do it!
I’ll just leave it like this for me, because this “love” is so unique and so strong and so Johnlock, I couldn’t even ask for more.

Stockholm Syndrome - Ch 1

I know they’ll be coming to find me soon

But my Stockholm Syndrome is in your room


Lost. Hurt. Violated. Stolen.

Those are just a few of the things I’m feeling right now, sitting in the back seat of a stranger’s car, taken away from everything I know and the people I love. I was so close to calling the police and I blew the shot. I could be safe instead of on the way to my own doom. I could be in my boyfriend’s arms right now instead of worrying about how this strange man, my kidnapper, is going to kill me. He’s obviously a psychopath if he managed to kidnap me in the middle of a grocery store. The whole story is so stupid.

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                               Vikings sentence meme, part two. Sentence starters from the whole of season two, inspired by this. Send ✦ for a randomly-generated number (1-260) and a starter based on that corresponding sentence, or send one of the sentences for my muse’s response. (season 1 here)

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WHAT! No, it’s neither insane or bad or stupid!

I really think that sounds good, i actually need to thank you. And sorry not even sorry for more longass ranting ahead. NO i love this so much you don’t know. 

True that they would never be interested in being Gods and never can be (that’s why you may think this is crazy) but when we talk about roles alone, I think in canon their characters fit.

Vegeta is the “creator” to me. His creation game is strong. Of course we don’t talk about him as an evil killer/destroyer of planets. 

He created his opportunities in battle, created all his techniques, created his fights, created his fate, created his self-image, created his life. What he had was a big zero and he went from there, creating everything, from bad to good. He even create his opponents (ALL the big bads) Nothing is given to him. He had this readiness and activeness at wanting to prove himself, finding, learning new things and opening new doors.  He actively rebelled against Frieza without a cause, actively searched for freedom. He worked by himself to be better. He actively searched for Goku, went out of his way to [be better than] Goku, and sought others’ (notably Bulma’s) help when needed himself. In the end, he proved himself to be a responsibility taker, an able and fitting leader, a good father and “older brother”.  I believe if he was given the rights and responsibility to “create” he would do it well enough with help. Creating lives and planets? Definitely plausible. He loved the new life on Earth now.  

What’s more, who wouldn’t like to see  a smart, crazy, fun-loving, hilariously sarcastic nerd full of passion and cute quirks and awkwardness with a cold, cool, “badass” exterior as a God? I imagine he would make a 9000% better, more capable, more interesting God of Creation than those Kais. Look at him loudly criticizing them both old and young.

Goku on the other hand, is the “destroyer” to me. Similarly, we don’t talk about him as a gentle hero, the creator of human happiness and great battles. With Goku it is difficult for me to describe it, but hear me out. 

In contrast to Vegeta, I feel everything non-fighting is given/taught/come to Goku without him readily seeking or creating it : good parents and grandpa, an accidental bump on the head that killed his evil Saiyan ego and would enable him to be a martial artist like no other, good friends, good family, good teachers, good rivals, good training, good everything as well as god-given talents. The thing is, he was never attached to all this enough to care and stay still with them, despite appreciating them and having the ability to make them better. If he had to destroy lives, i bet he’d be just like “k” when he see fit. All he really seek is fighting and power to stand against strong opponents. In fighting, He would destroy his opponent thoroughly by “destroying” his ego aka limit, then move on to the next. I feel he’s just like Beerus minus the hot temper: The childlike chaotic goodness, the appetite, the fighting genius, the mischievousness …The sense of responsibility is also quite lacking in him. He’s so carefree he needs to be yelled at, to be taken care of, to be grounded. He would make a good if not better God of Destruction and Whis - the master, knew it. At least we can trust him not to destroy planets out of entertainment and carelessness. And let’s not forget that even canonically, he’s the best person one would come to when  bad things - that a guy like Vegeta may create - got out of hand. 

Also, the thought of powers that could destroy galaxies coupled with a cool, airheaded lukewarmness, welcoming everyone but not to be attached to anyone inside a warm, happy-go-lucky, smiling gentleman makes Goku the God of Destruction sound more than scary  :o 

Goku and Vegeta’s fighting power is also a factor . The Kaioshins are gods of creation, i guess that’s why their power is JUST enough and nothing to Beerus, who is all about power as well as fighting skills. All the same, Vegeta’s power is JUST enough and limited once he had settled down. Whereas Goku’s is apparently limitless, and DAT OBSESSION with fighting. 

Honestly the more i think about it the more interesting and FITTING this notion gets. Why doesn’t anyone write an AU fanfic about these two gods already. I’m getting giddy imagining the fights, the bickering, the balance they should keep, the Goku sassiness, the stars and dirty fireworks and ballet dance lessons Vegeta can create :D :D :D 

           It started off like any other Saturday night for Alibi, one of Gotham’s busiest night clubs. We clocked in, relished in the semi-decent smell of disinfectant which would soon be replaced with the usual smell of sweat, alcohol and depending on the night, vomit. For the most part it was decent though, one of the perks of working at a high end club opposed to one of the dives only ten blocks south of here. No more than twenty minutes after our arrival the doors were open and the flood of money and warm bodies rushed in and I was lost in the music and the business.
           By the time 2am came, like always, I became annoyed. I became annoyed by drunken men trying to touch me, flirt with me, and ‘take me home’. I became annoyed with the predictability of the people, and how they thought just because they were wealthy and drunk it meant they could treat the staff and their partners the way that they did. Thank God this was only a gig. If I worked here every day I would probably set the whole place on fire and get away with it too. My skill set was wasted on this place, I killed people for a living and I liked it, I was good at it, pouring drinks was just a cover. But I have to admit the tips were good.
           “You look bored,” A growling, deep voice made me look up.
           The guy was a character to say the least, but I found myself oddly attracted to him despite the pale skin, makeup, silver teeth, and electric green hair. He was a snappy dresser too, in his silk dress shirt open for the most part to expose his ink, gold chains, cane and trousers. It shouldn’t have taken me so long to realise who he was, but I wasn’t afraid, instead I leaned forward and asked, “What can I get ya Mister?”
           “How about your name, doll?”
           In most cases I’d lie but eyeing him curiously I opened my mouth to give it when a brawl broke loose by the private booths. Mobsters were attacking each other left right and centre and yet the bouncers were nowhere to be found. Grabbing the baseball bat from under the counter I practically glided through the crowd of packed bodies bringing the bat down on a gunman’s arm and he screamed. 
           “I’m going to have to ask you to-” A fist caught me hard in the cheekbone and I swung my bat hearing a satisfying crunch as I swatted at the brawling bodies. 
           “I don’t like to repeat myself fella’s”
           A hand was at my throat, pinning me down on the table and a gun was pressed against my head. I glared up at the sweaty, heavy-set scumbag and pulled the knife from my garter stabbing the man once, twice, a third time before I was able to shove him off me.          A gunshot went off and pain exploded down my arm, anger swelling in my breast as I turned to face the bastard. I watched his face pale as I advanced, picking up my bat from where I had dropped it. He raised his gun but I was already there, pulling him to me by the wrist and my head smacked against his with a force that made me bleed. I broke his leg with the bat before whipping around and shielding the other shots from his companions with his body.
           Diving behind the DJ stand I grabbed a gun that had been knocked aside in the midst of the fight and I fired. I did not think, I just did what I have been doing my entire life and then it was done.
Rising I heard clapping from where The Joker sat laughing. 
           “So intense,” He said with a grin before it fell away and his eyes seemed to burn right through me. He gestured me to come to him with an index finger and I let the gun fall to the floor with a clatter as I moved to him. He looked at me, his eyes dark and hungry and my heart picked up its pace.
           ”Now, what’s your name, baby doll?”
           “Y/N, Mister.” 
           “Ahhh Y/N Y/N Y/N” He rose, circling around me purring and growling in a way that made my flesh tingle.
           “Where’d you learn to do that?” He whispered in my ear and I licked my lips.
           “A girls gotta eat.”
           He laughed coming back around to face me and he moved in close. 
           “Do you know who I am Y/N” 
           “I do, Mister J” I replied. 
           “Do you know what I do?” He asked running his thumb across the blood dripping from the gunshot wound on my shoulder and he smeared it across my lips. I met his cool blue eyes completely absorbed in them. 
           “Yes,” I whispered.
           He pointed out the joke and folly of humanity, the joke of law and order when they were just ideals hanging on by a very thin thread. Humans were inherently crap, as a hit-woman I learned that very quickly.
           “Do you wanna be my friend, honey?” He asked.
           I didn’t even have to think about it before I replied “Yes, Mister J.” 
           He kissed me and I tasted copper, my blood turning into liquid fire in my veins and then he was pulling away while I leaned in closer. 
           “Do you want rule this city with me Y/N?” He purred his hand curling around my throat.
           “Say it,” he rolled his neck his index finger trailing down my lips. “Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty,”
           “Please.” I finished.
           “You’re so… perfect. Let’s go home Y/N, we’re going to make chaos together.”

[If you didn’t like it I’m sorry, I was rushing and I tried. If anyone wants I will take requests it will be hard to give me a request I will turn down, I hope you enjoyed my first try at this]