he needs to know it is not okay

a-jedi-in-purgatory  asked:

Billy would totally set up a Power Rangers Instagram and Twitter and they would post pictures and stuff. No one can hack him obviously. Plus no one else knows they're called the "Power Rangers" so it would get their name out there lol.


  • Zordon would absolutely disapprove because it’s too risky but they don’t care. 

  • Billy gives them all the password and the entire account is them in their suits in progressively ridiculous poses.

  • They make the picture of them dabbing their icon.

  • One day Billy tags Jason in one picture by reflex and immediately corrects himself but he legit felt his heart stop for half a second.

  • People following the account start commenting on how the Red ranger and the Pink ranger would make a cute couple and Trini gets gradually more annoyed and grumpy for days and nobody knows why until one day she scrolls through the comments and

@PowerRangerFan: Pink and Red forever
@KimHart: ew gross they seem more like brother and sister to me
@JayScott: I agree

  • she feels a little better after that
  • For Pride Month, they take a very dramatic picture with their respective pride flags as capes and caption it “NONE OF US ARE STRAIGHT, DEAL WITH IT”. Even if she is wearing a mask, Trini feels so good about finally sort of coming out, along with all of her friends. Jason too, but he doesn’t say anything. This same evening, his Dad tells him how much he loves him and would always love him no matter what, out of the blue, Jason is confused but very happy.

  • Zack posts 7 selfies of himself in a row like “me in a pit”, “me with a cool tree”, “me and a rock I found on the ground”, “me and a second rock I found on the ground” etc. He also posts a video of him yelling “I LOVE MY MOM” in the mountains so it echoes. Trini deletes all of his selfies but leaves the video.
  • Kim posts a video saying “I need people to know that my boobs aren’t that big, the suit is a lie. That’s all, have a good day. Oh and also, I’m not dating Red please stop with this nonsense. Okay bye!”

I could go on and on but this is getting long

Mute pt. 1

“What you do has no point.”
Lance just bites his lip to stop the tears from being released.
“I’m sorry.”
“What do you want me to say?” Keith growls.
He’s shaking and when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out.
“You know what? If you having nothing to say the you should keep your mouth shut.
Lance isn’t sure how much longer he can ignore the hateful words. He knows it’s not at him. Everyone’s has been on edge since Shiro’s disappearance, but he’s pretty sure that Keith has been directing all his anger at him.

At first Lance tried to be funny, keep his usual persona going…somebody had to keep the team normalcy going.
Sure it hurt a little, but Lance pretended it was part of his training regimen. Sometimes you have to take a few hits and it hurts. Keith’s hit were just verbal, and like training, sometimes the hits hurt, but the pain would go away…right?

“Keith… I know your mad cause this trail was another dead end…”
“Shut the Fuck up.”
“We’re going to find Shiro, it’s okay that…
"Shut the Fuck up.”
“Keith if you would just listen..!”
There is a red rage in Keith’s eyes.
“I said Shut the Fuck up! You know what? Do whatever the Fuck you want, you can do whatever the fuck you want.”
“Keith, hear me out…”

He was returned with silence.

It didn’t make any sense, and Lance knew he was just angry, but the silence hurt more than the words.

“Keith, please listen to me. Tell me you can hear me.”

The silence definitely hurt more than the words.

The worst part about this mission, there was no Hunk or Coran to lightened the blow. They had both been so positive that they found where Shiro was held captive that they were going to do this on their own, which made Keith that much more angry.

Keeping his distance, Lance and blue followed Keith and red back to the castle.
The others were waiting expectantly but when Keith threw his helmet to the ground and stormed past the other Paladins, it didn’t take them long to look at Lance for some answers.

“Dude, You Okay? Were you crying?”
Lance blinks away the tears he didn’t even know he was shedding.

“Yeah! Im…”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He pauses when he remember Keith yelling at him earlier. He’s never felt like he needed to lie to Hunk, but the verbal abuse he had dealt with earlier lingered in Lance’s head.

“Lance, what happened?” Hunk asked again after Lance went silent mid sentence.

“We’re okay, Um… no Shiro. Sorry.”
“Dude, it’s okay I’m just glad your both safe.”

“Shut the fuck up…. Keep your mouth shut.”

Lance doesn’t say anything this time, just nods his head.

I Think I’m in Love With My Tutor  (Newt x Ravenclaw!Reader)

**Not my gif**

Request:  Heyyyy!!!! First ilysm, second, can you do a newt x ravenclaw! reader and she is forced to tutor him for his bad subjects but they end up liking each other!! FLUFFY PLZTAHNK YOU - @just-a-bit-odd


You were Y/N L/N, one of the brightest Ravenclaws at Hogwarts.  The top in all your classes and well-liked by your teachers and peers.

It was the end of your potions class.  You neatly tucked your book and quills into your bag and were on your way out the door, but your professor stopped you.

“Miss L/N?”

“Yes, professor?”

“It appears one of my Hufflepuff students has been struggling with his work.  If he fails my class, he’ll have to take it again.”

“And what do you need me for?” you questioned.

“Since you’re one of the best students, I figured you could tutor him.  I’ll gladly give you some extra credit for it, though I’m sure you don’t need it.

“Lovely.  Who is this boy?”

“Newt Scamander.”

Your mind starting racing.  Oh Merlin.  The adorable Hufflepuff with the freckles and always smells like cinnamon but no one knows why?  The one that loves nothing more than magical beasts and creatures?

“Miss L/N?”

You snapped out of your daze.  “What?  Oh–uh–yes, of course I’ll tutor him.”

“Thank you.  He tends to daydream during class.  Once he nearly dropped his baby bowtruckle… oh what’s its name… Stickett?  Kickett?  Something like that.  Starting tomorrow you will meet in the library an hour before dinner,” your professor finished.  

You nodded.  “I won’t let you down, professor.  But there is one more thing I need.”

“And what is that?”

“Could you write me a late pass?”

**Time skip to next day**

Your potions books were neatly stacked in your arms as you quickly made your way to the library.  You were very eager to see Newt, even though you were pretty sure he had never heard of you.

You are not going to make a fool out of yourself, Y/N!  You thought to yourself.

You kicked open the library door since you were holding books, which earned you a lovely “SHH!” and a stern glare from Madam Pince.  You flinched and mouthed a quick “sorry” and walked behind a bookshelf out of her sight to the table where you saw Newt sitting.  He appeared to be talking quietly to a tiny, green stick-like creature.

You set your books down, causing him to rapidly look up and the creature to scramble and bury himself in Newt’s breast pocket.

“O-oh, hello.  I didn’t see you there,” Newt said.

You smiled.  “I’m sorry I startled you and your… uh…  pet?”

Newt cocked his head and then realized what you were talking about.  “Oh!  That’s Pickett, my bowtruckle.  He has some attachment issues.”  Pickett popped his head out of Newt’s pocket at the sound of his name.  

“He’s quite adorable,” you replied, observing the bowtruckle.

The little bowtruckle made a tiny squeaking noise as to say “thank you.”

Newt smiled in the cutest, dorkiest way possible.  No one had ever complimented his creatures before.  “He likes you.”

“I would hope so,” you said.  “Now let’s get started on your studies, Newt.”

Newt all of a sudden flushed a deep shade of red.  “Uh… what if I told you I didn’t know your name…?”

You chuckled.  “No need to be embarrassed.  It’s Y/N L/N.”

“That’s very pretty…,” he whispered under his breath thinking you couldn’t hear him.

“What?  Did you say my name is pretty?”

Newt’s eyes got unbelievably large and his cheeks unbelievably pink.  “What?  Oh–uh–no!  I mean it is–but–!”

You cut him off with a giggle.  “It’s fine!  Don’t beat yourself up.”

Newt looked utterly relieved.

“So, shall we begin?”


You spent the next hour going over potion basics with Newt.

“Okay.  How long does it take to brew polyjuice potion?”

Newt knit his eyebrows.  “Isn’t it… ten minutes to twelve hours?” Newt answered

sounding unsure.

“Well… you’re close.  That’s how long the effects last.  To brew the actual potion takes one month,” you corrected in a kind tone.

“Sorry… potions has never been my best subject.”

“Don’t apologize.  Care of magical creatures has never been my best subject,” you said, trying to make him feel better.  “But I need to know this in order to help you learn.  Do you really just not understand potions at all or do you just not pay attention?”

Newt thought for a moment and then turned a light shade of crimson.  “I guess a bit of both…?”

Hearing this, Pickett popped out of his pocket and whacked Newt’s face with his slim, green twig-like arm before ducking back down.

“Newt.” You spoke in a stern tone.

He sighed.  “Fine!  I don’t pay attention… it’s not interesting to me.”

You nodded.  “I understand, but it’s important if you want to pass your N.E.W.T.S. and graduate.  It’d be kind of sad if you fail a test that literally has your name in it.  But that’s why I’m here, to make sure you ace it.”  You glanced at the dusty old clock on the wall.  It was time for dinner.  “Well, we ought to get going to the Great Hall.  Same time tomorrow?”

Newt nodded.  “Yes.  Thank you, Y/N.  For tutoring an idiot like me.”

“Newt!  Don’t say that to yourself.  By the time N.E.W.T.S. roll around, you’ll be a pro with potions.”

You closed your books, picked them up, and went on your way to the Great Hall.

Newt stayed seated, thinking.  When the professor told me I was being assigned a tutor, I didn’t expect it to be the lovely Ravenclaw girl that sits in front of me in Charms.  I wonder if she sees me the same way… Oh, Newton, what are you thinking?  This is just charity work.


The same time for the next two weeks, you met Newt in the library to read from your books and quiz Newt’s knowledge on potions.  But today you wanted more hands-on with potions.  You asked your professor if you could use the potions for what was next in your book: amortentia.  Your professor trusted you and granted you permission as long as you or Newt didn’t drink it and got rid of the extremely powerful love potion straight after.  Of course you accepted the rules; you would never use a potion to win someone’s heart.  You would hate knowing that someone loved you only because you drugged them.

The professor informed Newt of this location change during his class.

**Time skip**

You were patiently waiting in the potions room alone, standing beside a cauldron.  Originally you were going to get there early and have all the ingredients laying out and ready to be used, but you decided to leave that to Newt.  After all, he had to learn somehow.

After five minutes, Newt came stumbling through the door, panting.

“S-so sorry I’m late,” he panted.  “There was a–uh–incident, in the forest.”

You chuckled at how cute he looked.  “No worries.  Anywho, today I’ll be teaching you about amortentia.  You know what that is, right?”

He nodded.  “An extremely powerful love potion.”

You smiled.  “Correct.  Are you familiar with the ingredients?”

“Uh… I think I know two.  Ashwinder eggs and… peppermint?”

“You’re right.”  Newt grinned when he heard this.  “The others are rose thorns, powdered moonstone, and a pearl dust.  Now, would you please get them from the shelves?”  

Being a wizard and all, Newt whipped out his wand and accio-ed all the ingredients to him which he then placed on the table in a neat, orderly line.

You clapped your hands together.  “Wonderful!”  You grabbed one of your potions books and flipped the amortentia page and lay it out for Newt to see.  “I’m not going to help you brew it.”  

Newt’s face dropped a bit.

“However, I will let you know if you’re doing something wrong that could result in the deaths of both of us.  Got it?”

“Y-yes,” Newt answered, tad worried.

“Then go ahead get started.”

Surprisingly (but not so surprisingly since you’re the best tutor ever), Newt did everything right.  The amount of each ingredient was correct, and he stirred them in the correct way, counterclockwise.  Once he was finished, the potion was shiny and steam lifted in a spiral shape.

Newt set the ladle down.  “Did I do it right?”

You nodded and smiled.  “Perfectly!”  You leaned over the cauldron and inhales it’s scent.  “Hmm… F/S, F/S, and… huh… I can’t make out that last one… What does it smell like to you?”

Newt sniffed the potion.  “Clean wool, cocoa… and…,”  His eyes got large.

You looked at Newt with concern.  “Is something wrong?  What is it?”

Newt turned his gaze to the floor.  “Your hair…,” he whispered, nearly inaudible.

You blushed.  “It smells like my hair?” you said quietly.  Your mind was racing.  MERLIN I’m something he loves!!!

“Yes…” Newt replied just as quiet as last time.

You gently put a finger under his chin and tilted it up to look you in the eyes.  “That’s okay… because my third smell was your hair.”

Newt blushed immensely.  Pickett suddenly appeared out of his pocket and squeaked.  

What happened next was something you’d never thought Newt Scamander would do in a million years.  

Newt quickly leaned in and kissed you.  It only lasted a second before he pulled away to

look at you in complete silence.  But then you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for another kiss, this one longer and full of passion.  Newt’s hands feebly found there way to your waist (aw he’s such a cute muffin) while yours tangled themselves in his light brown curls.

When you had to pull away for air, you were all smiles.

“Y/N, you probably already realized this but… I love you,” Newt said.

“You should have seen me when I was told I was going to get to tutor you… I love you too, Newt.”

Pickett popped out again and made a mad squeaking noise.

You giggled.  “You too, Pickett.”

Newt looked at the clock.  “We’re five minutes late for dinner, we should get going.  I assume tomorrow’s session will be more… interesting?”

You raised your eyebrows and laughed.  “Wow, Newt.  And I thought you were innocent!  You go ahead to the Great Hall, I need to get rid of this amortentia.”

Instead of walking out the door, Newt came around behind you and wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his chin on your head.  “I’m not leaving without you.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet.”

“And the Slytherins said I could never get a girlfriend,” he said and kissed your head.

You leaned back into his embrace.“Well, we’ll show them, won’t we?”

“Am I allowed to carry you to the Great Hall?”

AHH I hope you enjoyed it just as much as I do!  Please let me know what you thought of it!

It’s an Older Sibling Thing (Part 2): Please Come Home

Characters: Dean Winchester x Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader

Length: 1544+ words

TW: Descriptions of Injuries. Character death. Just sadness and angst all over (I made myself cry writing this tbh)

A/N: There was so many interest in a Part 2, and at first I wasn’t going to write one, but after my exam yesterday, I got into a flow of writing it, and I finished it! Hope you guys like it! Feedback is encouraged!

Part 1

“What the hell, Dean?!” Sam shouted. He had given his older brother the silent treatment from the moment they left the motel weeks ago. But seeing Dean, relaxing on the couch, with a beer in hand, not even fazed that he had kicked out one of their closest friend irked Sam to no end. “What did you say to her?!”

The oldest Winchester rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in defiantly. “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

“Why’d she leave?”

“Beats me.” Dean shrugged, taking another gulp of his drink.

“She said she understands why you kicked her out,” Sam said in a more quieter tone, changing his tactics.

“Good. At least she knows she was a selfish-” 

“Dean!” Sam exclaimed, shocked that his brother would say such things about someone who they were close friends with.

“How can you not be angry?” Dean asked. “Because of her, you were hurt, Sam! It’s my job to protect you, and she was in the way of that.”

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” 

Dean scoffed.

“She didn’t tell the demons anything. You think the demons haven’t picked up a few things from us?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean asked, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.

“They only kidnapped Y/N for her phone. They used the same tactic as we do when we’re tracking someone- all you need is a phone number.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Yea. You fucked up, Dean. Whatever you said to her, you fucked up.”


“No. Fix this, Dean. I was my sister back.” Sam shook his head, walking away to his room. 

“Sist- What?”

The hazel-eyed man stopped, turning his slightly around to look at his brother’s confused face. “She’s always been family to us- to me at least. And you kicking her out like that doesn’t change that.” 

“Dammit,” Dean cursed under his breath, watching his younger brother walk away. “Fuck.” He closed his eyes tightly, trying to think of ways to fix his mess.

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5x23 Fix it: Of Course We Made It

So I couldn’t walk away without writing a little something after that episode. Kudos to @redpensandgreenarrows for the reminder of the bunker/ARGUS cell. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! I will be posting a follow-up reunion when i finish it too!


“Give me a minute! This is not as easy as it looks!” She doesn’t drag her eyes from the tablet, can’t if she’s being honest. She wants to glare at the voice, to tell Thea to zip it and let her work but they don’t have time for that. The whole island could blow at any moment. She doesn’t even have the minute she needs.

She doesn’t even know if she can disarm the bombs near them…they’re networked, but she can’t exactly hack a bo-

Like something out of her nightmares, Felicity watches as the far side of the island starts to activate, the tablet giving her a moment’s warning before they start to hear the explosions.

“WE DON’T HAVE TIME! GO TO THE BUNKER!” Slade shouts, propelling Sandra at the back to the group forward,  toward the concrete jail cell that’s been his home for the last three years.

His hand wraps around Felicity’s arm as she stops short, laughing excitedly.

Luck has to be on their side, because if the bombs had started off of their side of the island, they would surely be dead, but instead, Felicity has enough time to witness the electrical signal that races through the wires of the network, setting off batches of bombs at a time, residual landmines making it even riskier. It’s the electrical signal that she locks into. That, she can stop.

“Come on,  Blondie, the kid will kill me if I let you die.”

Felicity doesn’t get the chance to see if her last ditch effort works as Slade picks her up and jumps with her into the hole, slamming the hatch of the cell closed behind him. The whole island rocks with explosions, and with her tablet broken on the ground outside, Felicity is left to wonder: did she do it?

Will they survive?

Oliver can’t breathe for the pounding of his heart in his chest.

His arms clench around William as they watch the island burn from their floating safe haven. He keeps William’s face turned away from Adrian’s body. He can’t wallow in this. He can’t let it beat him. He has to trust that his team was able to save themselves. When this is all over, when he can search the island, he’ll mourn. Not now, not when they’ve beaten incredible odds before and come out unscathed.


He has someone else to focus on now: William.

He pulls away from the boy and crouches to get a look at him. “Hey, how are you, buddy?”

“O-o-oliver?” William is shaking. Oliver can’t blame him. He’s been through a lot and Oliver doesn’t even know where to begin. “Where’s my mom?”

On the fireball of an island. “She’s going to be okay. She’s with some of my friends.” God, he hopes they’re okay.

“Can I talk to her?”

Oliver blinks. The comms!

His hand slaps his chest in desperation to activate the microphone in the lapel. “Felicity?”

He dares to hope in that moment, to pray just a little to a God he stopped believing in long ago,  to pray that she wasn’t taken from him just yet. “FELICITY!”

William shifts nervously, eyes darting back to the prone figure of his kidnapper as Oliver closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Come on,  Felicity,” he mutters into the comm, voice pitched lower. “Come on, honey, I know you got out of there, but I’m going to need you to talk to me. I’ve got a little boy here who really wants to talk to his mother. I need you to put Sandra on…”

Tears. They well, warm and suffocating,  at the corners of his eyes. He wants to punch something with every passing second.  Even during the Undertaking, she’d always made sure to let him know she was okay, or at least alive with her babbles. Now is not the time to be silent, and against his will, his mind keeps going back to that one unthinkable end: her death.

“Felicity-” Her name sounds broken, even to his own ears as the tears fall unbidden down his face. There’s a scream caught in his throat, an agonized sound that he can’t seem to let out.

Then, like a candle sparking to life, like the light she brought back into his life when he first walked into his office, Oliver hears it:

A burst of static, and then:



Sting - Part 2 

A/N - Thank you Taw @supersoldierslover. You are the absolute best . 

WARNINGS - None, maybe some angst idk . 

(second time using this gif, cause I couldn’t find any)

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld


You wanted to let it go . Well at least you tried to . But you couldn’t . How could you when every morning you were blessed with the sight of the new couple together at the cafe. You stopped going there. You just couldn’t .How you wanted to walk over to him and tell the truth. It wouldn’t be that hard , maybe he would believe you. But then again , you now knew how manipulative your friend was and you were sure she would cook up some story .

 It hurt you . For the past 6 months you were hurting under the impression that Bucky cheated on you . That he was with another person while he was with you . He craved pleasure in someone who wasn’t you . The thought of him touching another person , kissing another person and having sex with them increased your hatred towards him . But to now know that it was all a lie hurt even more. You lost a man that made you oh so very happy.

But it wasn’t really your fault , was it? She fed you with lies for over a week . She told you about how she had her suspicions about Bucky’s character .Until that day she called you and told you that he cheated. You felt that she was your true friend .She looked out for you . You were glad that you decided to befriend her 4 years ago at the office party.

You called her that night to inform her that you were going to your brothers , and that you were going to stay there for a while. But she didn’t lift the phone.

She called you a few times and the conversations only lasted a few minutes and then she stopped calling all together . But you had your brother so you didn’t think much of it. You even called her to inform that you got a job near the old one and that you will be coming back , but she didn’t lift her phone .

Now you could see it all so clearly .How she betrayed you with her lies . Why would you ever think that your bestfriend would ever do such a thing.

It  wasn’t easy passing her occasionally and not just slap her for doing this to you . As the days increased the guilt on her face became evident. You could see that she knew exactly how bad she fucked up . But you didn’t know if it was real guilt or she was just acting so that you wouldn’t tell any of this to Bucky .

But you knew he deserved to know the truth . If he chose to stay with Sabrina even after knowing the truth then there isn’t much you could do. So you decided to tell him. He worked in the firm right next to yours , and so did Sabrina . You walked through the hallways searching for the that had his name on it. But before you could , you were being dragged around the corner by you ‘best friend’.

“Fucking touch me again , and I will break your hand.” You scolded pulling your elbow from her hand

“What are you doing here?”, she asked sternly.

“I came to meet Bucky.” You replied.

“For what huh? You are going to tell him the truth?”

She laughs bitterly at this .

“Do you really think he is going to believe you?”
“I don’t know. But I can try to make him see how pathetic you are.”
“Oh honey . Don’t you see how happy he is with me . I love him more than you ever could. He deserves much better than you . And that’s why he has me .”

The words stung your heart, but you couldn’t show it to her. You knew that even if a hint of belief crossed your face she wouldn’t use it against you.

She pushed past her with tears stinging your eyes and made way to your office. You couldn’t look at her anymore or Bucky . Maybe he was happier now . Maybe she was better him .

With a clean face and tissues in your hand you sat back in your office and got back to work , hoping that it would be a distraction from the current situation .But however hard you tried you couldn’t remove the image of Bucky from your mind. You were reminiscing .

You remembered your first date. The ever confident and flirtatious Bucky Barnes looked so cute when he was shy and nervous about asking you out . And when you accepted the smile that grew on his face was blinding . It was nothing fancy . He took you out to a nice restaurant and then to your favourite ice-cream parlour  . It was a day you could never forget because it was the first time you had a taste of his lips.

You hand rose to your lips as you rubbed it thinking about how tender and gentle the kiss was. You let the tears flow down your cheek staining your shirt when you heard your door opening .

In front of you stood Bucky with Sabrina by his side.

You got up from your seat and looked at both of them .

“Bucky , she’s not worth it . She left you!!!” Sabrina said trying to pull Bucky out of the door.

You could feel the anger boiling inside you . How the fuck could she even say that?? I left him???

“I know. But I want to know why?”  he said looking at you . He looked hurt , he looked the way you looked when she lied to you about Bucky indecency .

“But why? I mean , why does it matter now.” She knew that there was no way out of this situation , she looked worried about the cat getting out of the bag.

“I just need to know.” He walked towards you , standing in front of your desk , his eyes boring into yours. “Tell me .”

You knew if you told him the truth he wouldn’t be with Sabrina. But what if she was right? What if he was happier with her than he was with you?

“Y/N Please.”. he begged. He looked hurt and angry he deserved to know the truth .

“I thought you cheated on me.”, the words barely audible.

“What?”, Bucky was taken aback by your words.

“Wha…What  did I ever do to make you think that? I neve…I never cheated on you.”

“I know that now.” You say with your head down , sounding guilty. You knew it wasn’t your fault but you did hurt Bucky .

“Why did you think that?” He asked a little more sternly.

“I…Because..”, you wanted to tell him, but you still weren’t sure for some reason .

“Y/N , just tell me.”

You could see from behind Bucky that Sabrina was already standing with her head down , looking guilty as fuck.

“Sabrina told me.” , you blurted out . You couldn’t hold it back. He needed to know.  

“What?? “ he asked turning to face her .

As the words came out of your mouth she instantly looked up to you , anger behind her gaze .And now that Bucky turned towards her , her expression completely changed.

“Is it true?” You expected him to be more angry and furious , expected him to scream at her .  But he didn’t . He felt the same thing you felt when you found the truth. Betrayal . He couldn’t believe that someone was capable of doing this .

“Yes . But Bucky I did it because I love you.” She pleaded taking his hands in hers. He pulled away instantly.  

“Well thats a weird way of showing it. You took away someone I loved the most . And you want me to believe that you love me?”

“Bucky ,please….”

“Get out.” Was all that he said . She was crying  . You didn’t know what to feel . Were you angry yes. But you were a little sad too .You knew the feeling . You knew how you felt when you thought Bucky didn’t love you .

You watched her walk away . out of your office. Wiping her tears . You looked at Bucky who still had his back towards you .

“I am sorry.” You didn’t know what you were sorry for exactly but you said it anyways .

He slowly turned towards you as you continued speaking, looking down at your desk.

“I know that things ended badly ,and you love or loved Sabrina , and I don’t know where we stand but….” you squeaked in surprise as you felt him press his lips against yours.

After a moment of surprise you melt into the kiss and wrap your fingers around his neck. The kiss was urgent and full of need.

For someone reason tears rolled down your eyes as Bucky hugged you , close to his chest .

“Hey , it’s okay .”

“I thought I lost you now. I thought you loved her.”

“I love you . Always did.” His words soothed your heart and your lips curled into a smile.

“I love you.” He pulled you closer to his body , hoping he doesn’t have to lose you again .

A week passed before your path crossed with Sabrina’s. You saw her enter the cafe. You couldn’t to sip on your tea when she came and sat in front of you .

A few minutes of silence passed before she spoke up .

“I am sorry . I was selfish . I should have never hurt you . I know you can’t forgive me . And I know you can never trust me . But I just wanted you to know that I ashamed of what I did . And I am sorry.”

You didn’t know if you could believe her or not. But you knew that forgiving her will give a fresh start to the both of you.

“As you said I don’t know if I can ever trust you  , but I do accept your apology.” You say smiling .

She smiled back softly.

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Okay so… with no footage of s5 and all, I just want to say that I don’t think Bellamy will be romantically involved with anyone. I do think that Bellamy will focus on what he has and what he knows: they need to survive to make Clarke’s sacrifice worth it (kinda like Clarke after “Lxa” sacrificed herself in the CoL “now what?” “now, we survive” yes that was gloomy compared to “maybe there is more than just surviving”). We see that Clarke abandoned the idea of “having to survive”, she literally is LIVING, with this little girl, she’s smiling and full of hope. I do think the Bellamy we’ll see will be… the opposite of that? Let’s remember it’s canon that Bellarke balance each other, keep each other centered and that Bellamy took the decision of survival with his HEAD. Him being with Raven at the end of the episode is, I think a twist for him: he chose to work with the head of the team.
And Bellamy actually DOES have something to focus on as a goal to survival: it’s Octavia, on earth, waiting for him “I’ll be waiting”. He DOES have someone to come back to, and even if - maybe - it doesn’t give him hope as it should, it will make him want to go back to Earth. We will have to see. But I don’t see anyone on that rocket, able to “balance” Bellamy as Clarke is/used to when they were together. Now, there’s a difference between not having a relationship and not moving on. Bellamy will have time to grieve (yes, six years is loooong, but still, can we fucken acknowledge that six years as a single person isn’t horrible either??) and he will have changed. I don’t think there is room for anything regarding “life” in the bunker OR in the Ark. I do think both will kinda “temper” Clarke’s mood. The Ark and the Bunker were options for SURVIVAL, and something on the short terms since they were supposed to live only five years in it: now why haven’t they opened the doors of the bunker after 5 years? That’s a real question to me. I think it’s clear the guys on the Ark didn’t remain “peaceful” there for very long. We’ll have to see, but since we already saw Clarke after the time jump, I do believe that in terms of Bellarke, the biggest surprise is meant to be Bellamy, and I don’t think it will be in a “healthy” way as some people imagine it (cuz moving on through someone you love/a love story is a healthy way of grieving). I do think survival can have turned Bellamy a little more “darker” while life clearly made Clarke full of hope and “lighter”.

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t/w: smut, some cursing

a/n: last part! thank you guys for reading this!

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part one // part two // part three // part four // part five


Thomas took you out to get your nails done and anything else you wanted in preparation for the party. He offered for you to get your hair and makeup done, but you insisted, it was okay. You’d be fine doing it on your own. 

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Loco & DPR Live x Reader - A/F 

“So, are you going to confess?” You shook your head as you watched the makeup artist fix Hyukwoos make up. “He’ll think I’m confessing because he’s suddenly got this six pack, the timing is all wrong” You groaned, trying to prevent yourself from pouting you distracted yourself and glanced up at Christian. “I miss his chubby…ness?” Christian burst out laughing as that was the last thing he expected you to say, he playfully nudged your arm “Give it a shot" 

"Give what a shot?” You moved your head to see Hyukwoo standing next to you with his shirt unbuttoned exposing his clean abs. You immediately averted your eyes and stared at Christian as he spoke up “Y/n, confessing to you” Your mouth fell open as he nonchalantly just told Hyukwoo what you were clearly avoiding. Hyukwoo smirked down at you making you blush.

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anonymous asked:

okay so like we know our standard meme kings but can we take a second to acknowledge hwiseung because that boy is Extra af??? like if you watch ep 6-7 and pay attention to him during the backstage reaction cuts he's Ridiculous

YES *clap emoji* YES *clap emoji* 

Literally him in Ep 6/7:

Look, he invented dancing: 

He’s not out of sync, everyone else is:

But he’s also so soft, I will protect him at all costs:

King of calves:

Iconic. Who needs a wink or a lip bite when you can wipe the crumbs off your mouth AND win hearts in the process:

Hani would be proud of him here:

Same, tbh:

what even is this??: 

In conclusion, I love him. 

Stay Away From My Friends


Characters: Jinyoung x Reader ft. Jaebum


Warnings: Violence, Blood, Cursing.

“Jinyoung! Answer the door already!!” You yelled, pounding hard on the entrance to his house. You had been standing outside in the rain, waiting to be let inside. From outside you heard several locks tumble and the door crack open a small amount.

 Through the crack you were faced with Jinyoung’s friend, Jaebum. He peered out at you, squinting through the rain. “Jinyoung isn’t here right now. What did you need?” He asked politely, but didn’t let you inside. You could swear you heard muffled cries coming from inside the house, but Jaebum was blocking your view. 

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Not Again (Part 2)

So this has turned into three parts… That was not my intention but here we are. The italics are flashbacks. I will start on the third part as soon as I can, but until then I hope you all enjoy!

He was here.

You thought your heart was about to beat out of your chest. He was here. He had gotten into your house. You were about to go back to your room when the front door swung open. You grabbed the first thing your hand reached and spun around.

“Whoa, little girl, it’s me.” Happy held his hands up showing you it was him. Then he noticed the frying pan in your hand. “Are you okay?” You started shaking as you brought the pan down.

“Where’s Jax?” You needed to know where he was, now.

“He’s at the clubhouse, why?” You started breathing hard.

“He’s here. He’s here, Happy and he was in my house.” You dropped the pan to the floor as the reality of the situation hit you. He knew where you were. Andrew was in your house, while you were asleep. You almost hit the floor but Happy caught you before you could. He held you against him as he slid with you to the floor.

“Who was here? What happened?” You couldn’t speak, you just sat there on the floor with Happy shaking. “I’m gonna call your old man, okay?” All you could do was nod as Happy grabbed his phone and called Jax.


You didn’t know how long you were on the floor with Happy, it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, but to you it felt like hours. The next thing you knew Jax was there picking you up and taking you to the couch. He sat with you in his lap and held you until you calmed down enough to talk.

“Are you okay, darlin’?” You nodded, “can you tell me what happened?” You took a deep breath before you spoke.

“I woke up and walked through the house. I was in the kitchen when I saw the lily on the counter. He was here, Jax. He was in the house.” You looked to him with wide eyes. Jax didn’t know what to do. You were his badass old lady and to see you this scared made him want to put the bastard who is doing this to you six feet under.

“We’ll find him. We’ll find him, darlin’.” Jax wouldn’t let this guy get this close to you again. Not if he could help it.


“A restraining order? Are you serious right now?” Andrew bellowed. You shrunk back as he stalked towards you. His frame towering over you. “What have I done to you? Why?”

“You – you scared me, Andrew. I didn’t know what else to do.” Your voice shook as you spoke. He had backed you into the wall.

“How did I scare you?” He was so quiet about it, he almost sounded heartbroken.

“You hurt me. You kept hurting me, Andrew.” He hit the wall beside your head. You covered your head as he brought his fist back.

“You know I didn’t mean to. You know that.” He sounded pained when he said it.

“No I don’t know that!” You screamed. You were done.

“I didn’t! I would never hurt you on purpose, either of you.” Your heart dropped. How did he know? You eyed him as you moved to the side to try and get away from him.

“How do you know about that?”

“I know everything about you, baby.” His pet name for you made you cringe. You hated the way it rolled off his tongue. “Let’s go home, we can be a family there.”


“I’m sorry, what?”

“I said, no. I’m not going with you, we can’t be a family.” He started towards you again. You were now backed into the kitchen. He was once again towering over you as you ran into the counter.

“Of course we can, the three of us.” He reached out to touch you but you moved just enough to where he couldn’t get you. You started shaking your head. “Yes, we can. You, me, and the baby.”

“There is no baby,” you whispered. You thought he might not have heard you, but then you saw his fists clench.

“There is, your pregnant.” You shook your head again when you saw it click in his eyes. “You killed our baby?” You just kept shaking your head. You had to get out of here. You had to. You darted around him trying to get away but he grabbed you and you felt a burning pain start at your shoulder and make its way down to your hip. He pushed you face down on the floor. “You’re going to pay for that.”


You woke with a jolt and say up in bed. You looked and saw your old man asleep beside you. You tried to even and quiet your breathing so you wouldn’t wake him up. Ever since you found the lily a week ago you couldn’t stop having nightmares about that night. No matter what you did you couldn’t shake it. You sighed and got out of bed. You walked to the bathroom to splash some cold water on your face. You looked at your reflection. Looking down at your shoulder you could see the tip of your scar right at the top of it.

You turned around and lifted your tank over your head. You turned so you could look at the scar he left on you that night. It wasn’t thin but it wasn’t thick either. It was mostly pink but still purple in some places because it was so deep. You traced the outline with your eyes. You looked at the length of it, how it started at your left shoulder, down across your back and ended just above your right hip. You sighed and slipped your tank top back on.

“What are you doing up, darlin’?” Jax asked from the door way. You jumped a bit not expecting him to be there. You stayed facing the mirror.

“I couldn’t sleep.” He nodded and walked over to you. He wrapped his hands around your waist and kissed the top of your scar. You never told him how you got it but he had an idea. You leaned back against his chest.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He knew you hadn’t been coping well with the face your ex was back, but he didn’t want to push you. You gave him a small smile but it didn’t reach your eyes. He gave you a small squeeze knowing you could tell him. You put your hands over his hands on your waist.

“I keep thinking about that night he showed up,” you started quietly as you looked at the sink. He didn’t push you, he let you take your time. “He was convinced we could go be a family, the three of us.” You had to stop for a second. You had never told anyone about it, not even when you testified in court. “He didn’t understand what he did was wrong. He didn’t understand what he was doing hurt me and I think that’s what scared me the most. He didn’t get it. I couldn’t take that chance, Jax. I couldn’t take that chance that he might hurt my baby.”

You didn’t realize it but you had started crying. Jax turned you around and hugged you to his chest. He couldn’t stand to see you upset. It was rare when you cried and this bastard has made you cry this much in such a short span of time. Jax would make him pay. You steadied yourself before you leaned back to look at him.

“He’s the reason I have this scar on my back. He cornered me in the kitchen and after I told him there wasn’t a baby, he got angry. I tried to leave but he grabbed a knife and cut my back while I tried to get away.” Tears were slowly making their way down your face. Jax reached up and wiped them away with his thumbs.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” You shook your head at him. You placed your hands over his as he cupped your face.

“I’m not. It made me who I am and it lead me to you.” You gave him a small smile again, but this time it reached your eyes. He gave you one in return.

“Yeah it did, darlin’.” He kissed your forehead and brought you in for another hug. “Let’s go to back to bed, baby.” You nodded as he took your hand and headed back to the bedroom. He laid down with you next to him. He rubbed your back and whispered sweet nothings in your ear while you slowly fell asleep.


It was a week after you told Jax about that night and two weeks since anyone heard anything about your ex. You knew he was still here, you didn’t have proof but you knew he wouldn’t give up like that. You knew better. You were walking around the store with Happy when you felt it. You felt eyes on you. Looking around you tried to see if you saw anyone but there was no one around except Happy.

“What is it?” He asked when he noticed you stopped and started to look around.

“I feel like someone is watching me, but I don’t see anyone.” He looked around not seeing anyone either.

“I’ll go check everything out if you want me to. I won’t leave you alone.” You almost said no but you wanted to make sure.

“Could you? I normally wouldn’t ask, but he scares me, Hap.” You looked him square in the eye and he knew you were serious.

“Yeah, stay here and I’ll be back as quick as I can.” You nodded as he squeezed your shoulder. You watched as he left the isle you were in. Something bad was going to happen, you could feel it. You took out your phone and pressed the number to call Jax when you felt someone come up behind you and press something to your back. You froze feeling something sharp.

“Scream and I’ll end you right here.”

“How did you find me, Andrew?” You heard him chuckle.

“It wasn’t that hard. I just followed the bikers that were following you. Now, you’re coming with me.” He grabbed your arm as he started for the door keeping the knife pressed to your back. You slipped your phone into you back pocket unaware that Jax had picked up.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You tried not to sound scared but your words came out in a whisper.

“You know why.” He yanked you towards the doors of the store and shoved you outside. No one turned toward the two of you as you made your way to his car. He opened the passenger’s seat and shoved you inside. After shutting the door, he walked around to the driver’s seat and slipped in. He started the car without a word and sped out of the parking lot.


Jax just got back to the clubhouse when he heard his phone going off. He smiled when he saw your name pop up on the screen. He put the phone to his ear to answer.

“Hey darlin’.” He smiled into the phone.

“How did you find me, Andrew?” His heart dropped when he heard that name leave your mouth. The bastard had found you and he wasn’t there to help you. Jax heard you keep talking unaware that he was on the other end. He made his way outside to where he saw Juice right before he came in.

“Juice!” He could hear the urgency in his own voice. Jax saw him look up from what he was doing. He made a beeline to his pres.

“What’s up?”

“He’s got her. That bastard has her, I need you to track her phone. Now.” Jax didn’t leave room for argument, not when it came to his old lady.

“Yeah, of course.” They made their way to the club house. Jax would find you and end this son of a bitch that took you.

Cheater Peter

@sunser-pat-kids: 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9, 11, 15, and 16 for prompts please 😄 with pan


  • 2. “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”
  • 3. “Stay with me”
  • 4. “Walk out that door and we’re through”
  • 5. “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”
  • 8. “Why are you so jealous?”
  • 9. “Where do you think you’re going”
  • 11.“I need some time”
  • 15.“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”
  • 16. “Just talk to me”

Warnings: arguing, AU

You were giving Peter the silent treatment all day. Yesterday, while he was at work, you went to surprise him for lunch. However, when you got there, he was flirting with a female coworker. It was obvious they were flirting, too. She was giggling and blushing while he was smirking and caressing her cheek. It pissed you off beyond belief. You knew Peter had a history of cheating and being flirtatious, but you thought maybe you could change his ways. Now you were thinking that wasn’t the case.

“Are you okay or something?” He asked, standing across from you as you sat on the couch.

“I’m fine” was all you said.

Peter gave you a look, scoffing. “Stop pretending you’re okay, ‘cause I know you’re not.

You began to fume. You breathed only through your nose, keeping your eyes on the TV. Your arms were crossed over your chest, feet resting on the coffee table.

“C’mon, Y/N, you’ve been ignoring me all day. What’s your problem?”

“What’s my problem?” You began to unleash. “Oh I don’t know, how about the fact that I went to surprise my boyfriend yesterday at work. You know, see him on his lunch break, eat some food with him, only to see the bastard getting a little too close with his female coworker.”

Peter chuckled once. “Are you saying you’re jealous?”

“Jealous? Hell yeah I’m jealous.”

 “Why are you jealous?” Peter then crossed his arms. “There’s nothing to be jealous of. We just work together.”

“Because I know you’ve cheated on previous girls! I know you’ve betrayed past girlfriends. I don’t even know why I’m dating and living with a known cheater, but here I am. Loving you and everything, while you’re probably fucking her behind my back!”

Peter went silent for a moment. Your heart began to race,the feeling of tears beginning to enter your eyes. Here comes the truth.

“Okay, I haven’t slept with her, but…” That was all you needed to hear, but you let him finish. “Maybe we’ve kissed a few times. Mad-eout. But I haven’t slept with her.”

Instant tears fell down your cheeks. You stayed silent, face turning red and everything. You had to admit, part of this was your fault. You knew Peter was a cheater, why think you could change him? You took a risk, and this was the outcome.

Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.” You didn’t respond, which worried Peter. “Well… Yell, scream, say something. Anything! Just talk to me!

For once, Peter couldn’t handle the silence. It was worrying him. But all you did was sit there on the couch, not making eye contact with him, and crying silently.

You stood up, still not looking at him. “I need some time.

You walked to the door, not eve grabbing a few things first. All you needed really was your phone. You opened the door, but Peter of course stopped you. He rushed over, grabbing your hand and tugging at it lightly.

Where do you think you’re going?

“Out.” You snapped at him. “I don’t want to see you, or talk to you, or even you breathe.”

Peter searched for something to say. He couldn’t let you leave. “Walk out that door and we’re through!” He said firmly. “Stay with me.

You paused. So much anger boiled inside you. It took all your power not to turn around and smack Peter in the face.

“Are you seriously threatening me? You? Are you fucking serious, Peter? Bullshit! How dare you say we’re through if I walk through that door! You’re the one who just admitted to making out with some whore! You cheated, you were unfaithful–”

“But I told you the truth. I told you what happened,” Peter interrupted. “We should be okay.”

Again, you wanted to smack him. He was such an idiot, a dumbass.

“That’s not how it works, Peter! You still went behind my back and made-out with some girl. I could never do that to you. I could never go around kissing one of my coworkers while in a relationship with you. Or anyone for that matter. You don’t go around kissing people you want to kiss when committed to someone else, dammit. Why can’t you see that?”

Angry tears were streaming down your face. Peter was beginning to get the hint that he messed up big time. He couldn’t fathom kissing someone else as being wrong. It was in his nature, something he’d always done. He never knew he was in wrong unless he slept with them.

“I thought you’d be different this time. I know you’re a cheater, but I thought with me… I thought I was special.”

“Y/N, wait! No, I’m sorry. I really am. You are special. You really are. I love you so much. I never wanted to hurt you–”

“Well you did. I’ve told you I’ve been cheated on before. You said you wouldn’t do that to me, and I was foolish enough to believe that Cheater Peter wouldn’t cheat on me. My biggest regret right now is believing you.”

Peter’s heart felt like it stopped when you called him Cheater Peter. Was that what people called him behind his back? Was he stigmatized and known as Cheater Peter? It didn’t sound good to him, and made him feel bad.

“Y/N, I’m–”

“Save it. You’ve lost me, Peter. I don’t tolerate cheating at all, you know that. I’m done. I’ll pick up my things tomorrow.”

With that, you left. The door closed. Peter couldn’t hold himself up. He fell to his knees, tears falling down. He had just lost the best thing that’s ever happened to him. You were so great. So wonderful, and he fucked up. Peter didn’t know how to fix it. But he knew you were gone, and he for once had lost.

My drunk Klance headcanons

Shit you guys. I’m drunk and I would wager $100 this is what Lance feels like when he’s drunk.

- Lance texts Keith when he’s drunk.
- They all start out with “Buddy” “dude” “my guy” “okay so this is what I’m thinking”
- “Keith knows 💯 when Lance is drunk because he starts out every time by calling him “buddy” at 1am
- Lance is always ridiculous.
- He send Keith his ideas he doesn’t want to forget, like a good (read: bad) prank to pull on Pidge
- Keith once woke up to 74 message. All of them about why Hunk is the most perfect friend in the known universe.
- Keith agrees.
- when Lance texts him and says he really needs a hug, Keith always walks down the hall and cuddles with him until he falls asleep
- Lance never remembers this happening because he’s basically blacked out
- He wakes up the next morning with a tall glass of water and 3 Altean Advil on his bedside table
- Lance thinks he’s just a really Responsible Drunk but really it’s Keith.
- Keith will cuddle Lance until he’s asleep and then leave the water and pain meds for when he wakes up
- Keith is a good friend
- Lance is super sappy when he’s drunk and wants Keith to know exactly how he feels about him.
- When Lance is drunk, the only thing he honestly want most is for everyone he knows to feel as loved and special as possible.
- No one walks away from Drunk Lance™ feeling anything less than the most special person in the galaxy.

I’m actually okay about not getting a confession. What Clarke said to Bellamy was basically a confession at least from my point of view and we already know Bellamy loves her so tbh I don’t need them to say it (I’d like them to don’t get me wrong lmao) but what Clarke said to Bellamy basically confirmed to me that she’s just as in love with Bellamy as he is with her.

creed-of-corruption  asked:


Okay, since you asked so nicely :p. This was before my character died the first time (we have access to easy-ish resurrection, so he’s died several times, no biggie), and the party was like level 8 on average. I was obsessed with getting an intelligent pet mouse. Don’t ask me why, but I just had visions of fighting off enemies with it Despereaux style. Anyways. We had a summoner in the party who could cast awaken. So we do this on several mice, which took a while to catch btw, but none of them want to join a party of adventurers. And then. I roll. A. FUCKING. NAT. 1. 

Now, my DM is diabolical at the best of times. And we’ve been annoying him for the past hour by trying to awaken a fucking mouse. So, he awakens the mouse by summoning a god damned (pun intended) demon into it. This demon  then proceeds to wreck the party, leave my character with 3, 3! motherfucking Hit Points left, before it scurries off to god knows where. 

And that’s the story of how a mouse almost killed what would become the party that saved the continent several times over.

anonymous asked:

Okay so! I texted him "what's up with us I know you said you needed time but can u get an idea on what's going on so I'm not completely in the dark" and he said "I just don't understand anything right now you know I have a girlfriend(I didn't) just give me some time" and I said okay and let it be until he was ready to talk, so he finished school a week before I did bc were in uni and have different schedules and I kinda thought he'd just ghost me even though we live in the same town (1/?)

So he moved out of uni before I did and the weekend I moved out (weekend before last) he texted me and asked if I wanted to hang out and talk so I said yes obviously so we went to his families cabin for The Weekend. THE WHOLE WEEKEND and he told me how he broke up with his girlfriend and told her that he was having some personal issues but didn’t tell her that he’s gay and he’s most likely not going to tell anyone so we’re kinda dating but like in secret bc he doesn’t want anyone to know (2/?)

I don’t want to be upset with him because clearly he doesn’t feel comfortable to come out but at the same time I kinda feel like a dirty little secret and I know I shouldn’t feel that way because now I know that he does want to be with me and he’s not playing games with me anymore so like That’s good and we text and talk all the time can u believe my luck he’s so cute and sweet (and rlly good at kissing) okay takk for listening 💚

ahhh thats..actually sweet? i feel like u kinda helped him start becoming more himself? i hope he’ll be able to be like,, open with ur relationship in the future , i wish u two the best!:’) (keep kissin him. kissin is good) <3

femme-fatality  asked:

I am watching Riverdale. This is something I thought you should know. (Also, who is gay on this show? I need to know. For Science.)

YEEESSSS! Okay so unfortunately the only person who is canon-confirmed gay is Kevin. Jughead is MEANT to be ace but there’s no real indication that he is (or has realised yet). But the fandom shipping is pretty gay in terms of Cheryl/Veronica or Veronica/Betty and such. I really need to get back on as Juggie or Cheryl soon…

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anonymous asked:

Okay, but what if it is meant to be a bee tattoo and it's for his home? (Didn't know bees had anything to do with Manchester before I saw them in pictures of every memorial that's been set up the past few days.)

That’s a good-ass point, anon. But if it is meant to be a bee, he needs to fire his tattoo artist because it 100% looks like a fly to me.