he's so perfect it makes me angry

why is it that this fandom ALWAYS finds something to demonize shiro for?? as if hes gotta be Perfect or hes toxic and a bad leader like??? if its not one thing its another i s2g and now of ALL things i keep seeing angry rants about how shiro treats lance like shit and hes toxic for him or some bullshit like?? that makes me so??? upset and kinda mad tbh??

are we forgetting that it was lance who shiro first extended his hand to?? that shiro told lance in episode one that they should all trust each other and make decisions together?? that lance is always ready with a counterpoint to any strategy shiro makes, but shiro NEVER yells or tells him to shut up or says he’s being stupid, simply counters his arguements with valid points?? that it was shiro that trusted lance to analyze the battleship layouts and double check strategies/ideas when they were going in to rescue allura in s1? that it was shiro who trusted lance to be with him on that mission in beta traz, didnt even try to interrupt him as he took that risky shot to save slav, cause he knew he could do it??

do they have a lot of moments together like keith and shiro or keith and lance do?? no, cause keith and shiro have history, and keith and lance have that constant rivalry to keep them running into each other. shiro and lance havent really found a mutual connection. YET. the crew has been making it a pretty obvious point to develop them individually before getting them to really interact with eachother on deeper levels. they have a plan and frankly peoples lack of trust in the creators and in SHIRO is very disappointing.

shiro isnt perfect, none of them are. he’s only human. but not putting lance on the pedestal that the fandom puts him on and then blaming shiro for lances own insecurities that shiro has had NO WAY or opportunity to really know about or pick up on is ridiculous.

shiro may have a bit of bias for keith, sure, but this fandom is WAY too biased for lance. he’s my favorite too, trust me, i get where some of your disappointment and worry is coming from. but letting it blind you and really get to you when we’re barely on season 2 is too much yall. its not healthy. and its disrespectful too. chill. take a deep breath. have patience. trust the creators, and please trust shiro and stop demonizing him for things out of his control smh.

anonymous asked:

okay, wait wait wait. in the scene in 2x07 with jace (only watch it for the cats and the french) is magnus wearing suspenders? they're just not pulled up but hanging loosely and you see them right before he sits down? suspenders?

you mean 2x08 but yes he was wearing suspenders and it ended me

watching this scene makes me so damn angry but i will rewatch it over and over on mute to see the beauty that is that shirt (which is the perfect color and fit for him) and those suspenders

there’s something so damn sexy and casual about the way he was wearing them but i also want to see him wearing suspenders the proper way

imagine a black button up tucked into a pair of charcoal suit pants that fit him beautifully, the shirt tight around his arms with beautiful lace detail on either side of the placket. slipping his arms down underneath the suspenders he pulls them up and slides them over his shoulders, slotting them into place. they press in such a beautiful way into that dip in his shoulder muscles, accenting his arms and his broad chest. also consider him dragging his thumbs down underneath them as he purses his lips and considers something

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anonymous asked:

lmao so what's your opinion on Otabek basically playing matchmaker and trying to set up Yurio and JJ?

I LOVE the idea of Beka as the wingman for Pliroy.

Like, he’s really close to Yuri and can listen to him rant about JJ and how “annoyingly attractive” he is, and how he’s “mister perfect like can you believe it ? Monsieur does charity work, like he wants so bad to look good or he really cares ? This fucker could be able to care just to be perfect and make me angry, fucking fucker”

And Beka’s like

“You’re crushing on him” 


“…… then why are you always talking about him and about how “perfect” he is ?”

“HE’S NOT PERFECT HE’S STUPID and he called me a lady once !”

“Both you and me know it was a harmless joke to relax the atmosphere and tease you to enhance competition”

But Yuri doesn’t want to admit it, so Beka starts to send Yuri new pictures of JJ, or fun facts, etc. Yuri pretends not to care but he actually look at all of them. He also goes to talk with JJ sometimes, and drop hints that Yuri might not be that hateful toward him and might even have a crush on him.

He manages to successfully plan a “friendly date” with him, JJ, Yuri and Mila, and as the evening go, he and Mila find a way to get away “just for one min” (which actually ends up in a “we can’t go back we got an issue with the car”), to leave Yuri and JJ alone. 

Otabek planned everything and told JJ to show pictures of his cats to Yuri. Which works.

Because JJ has beautiful cats, and now Yuri wants to go to JJ’s place to pet them.

Beka and Mila are watching from outside like “yes !”

and it makes me so damn frustrated because i can’t even look you in the eyes anymore and it’s not even because i’m angry it’s because i’m afraid. i’m afraid your eyes will reel me in again and my soul will return to the place where it likes to dance in the lovely blue of your irises. i’m frustrated because even though i claim to be over you, here i am, still writing about you.
—  sjf // shit he’s just so perfect
anakin and obi-wan’s relationship in a nutshell

Obi-Wan: I must be the Perfect Jedi™ all the time, even though I am a deeply flawed person inside. I must present myself as the Ideal Jedi and pretend I don’t feel things because I have been entrusted with this incredibly precious, important child that I must raise. When Anakin sees me be the Perfect Jedi™, it will make him trust me and come to me if he has problems or issues.

Anakin: Holy shit, Obi-Wan is perfect. He never feels angry or hurt or upset. That’s so intimidating, and I’m such a bad Jedi because all I ever feel is angry and hurt and upset. 

Anakin: I better not tell him anything ever, because he just wouldn’t understand.


Yurio: *pointing to Yuuri* Fuck you *pointing to Viktor* Fuck You *pointing to Otabek* Fuck me *Pointing to Mila* Fuck you

Yurio: *Yuuri breathes* Blocked and Reported 

Yurio: How about you stop being a little bitch?

anonymous asked:

Reading comments on swedish forums is making me so angry. People are being assholes! (There are some people standing up for T and being level headed) but people are now complaining that Papa is too sexual onstage. That was never a problem before but now that certain members are gone these people say "its getting old" what Papa does onstage and he should do something else. People just want to complain.

The people who can’t grasp the changes will find any little thing to complain about and amplify it tenfold. If it were a perfect world we could just shoo them away, but unfortunately we’re stuck with them.

I was only a few paces from the door when Brian called for me, “Taylor!”

Looks like Brian made it down the stairs too! Damn, these people really are supers.

When I turned to face him, I saw he was alone. “You’re going to use your power on me again?” I asked, wary, angry.

It would be of even less use against Taylor down here where it’s more open and there’s no stairs to fall down.

“No. Not in the open, not uncostumed, and not on you. It was stupid of me to do it in the first place. I wasn’t thinking, I just wanted to stop you from bolting. I can barely tell it’s there, so I forget how it can affect other people.”

That’s fair. It makes perfect sense, too; it really is one of those powers that are almost useless unless you’re immune to them yourself.

I started to turn away, ready to walk, but Brian took a quick step in my direction, and I stopped. Brian tried again, “Look, I’m sorry. About using my power on you, about Bitch.” I cut him off before he could get any further, “You don’t have to worry. I won’t tell anyone what you guys showed me tonight, I won’t be attacking you guys if I run into you in costume. I’m pissed, but I’m not that pissed.” I wasn’t sure how much of that was a lie, but it seemed like the thing to say.

I wonder if “I won’t tell anyone” is a lie, because if it’s not, then she’s already put aside what she thought her main goal of this venture was.

When he didn’t say anything in response, I added, “You guys offered me a choice. I could take the money and go, or I could join. Let me change my mind. After what your teammate just did, you owe me that much.”

“If it were up to me, I’d kick Bitch out and keep you,” Brian spoke.

That might be the line that convinces Taylor. As I’ve discussed before, I think the real reason she agreed to join, deeper than the reason she acknowledges, is that she finally found peers who appreciate her. Here, Brian is reminding her of that fact, and it just might cause Taylor to stay.

From my perspective, it’s not all that surprising to hear this from Brian - there’s clearly a bit of a strained relationship between Rachel and Brian. But from Taylor’s perspective, well… she’s not used to peers thinking higher of her than of others.


“But I won’t let you make the great escape.”

[So…yesterday during my little insomnia, my mind came out with this, probably Yullen , AU where Allen is so tired and he finally gives up, Kanda fights him but he realises Allen is not fighting back, and he’s so angry, because for some reason he doesn’t know, Kanda can’t stand watching this person giving up.]

anonymous asked:

"Life would be a lot better without me in it." (frecklesandcupcakes)

“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” Matthieu doesn’t quite know how to respond, but he’s angry that Oliver feels this way and mad at whoever made him think that, “life is so much better with you. You make people smile, you make people laugh, you’re a good person. You’re…you’re perfect. Don’t say things like that. You’re amazing.”


He Makes You Jealous

This is my first imagine so I hope you like it, I will make many more soon! Please request, babes. This is in the readers pov btw.



There is absolutely no reason for me to be jealous of Pansy Parkinson right now. Nope, no reason. I’m definitely not jealous of the fact that she has her arms all over Draco in the Slytherin common room and is giving peppering kisses all over his perfect stupid face. And I’m definitely not angry because the night before Draco and I have shared a small kiss. Of course we did nor said nothing after the kiss but, I thought the kiss was enough for us to start dating, kind of, sort of, I don’t know what I was thinking.

Of course the perfect Slytherin prince wasn’t going to date me. He’s probably given lots of girls kisses, better girls.

Pansy smiled as she pecked Draco’s lips once more. Draco rolled his eyes, “Pansy,” he whined. “Stop it.”

My heart shattered, I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran out of the common room where I had seen them before Draco could witness the trail of tears starting to roll down my cheek.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I muttered as I turned the halls and into the bathroom. “Why am I so goddamn stupid?!” I asked myself. I found myself walking into the prefect bathroom. Unlike many people, I am very fond of Myrtle. She can be a handful, but she is my friend, she’ll listen to me. I know she will.

I went into the bathroom and whispered, “Myrtle? Are you busy?” I knew she can never be busy when it comes to me. Every since first year, I’ve been friends with Myrtle. It’s 7th year now and I think saying goodbye to Myrtle is going to be one of the hardest things.

“Never,” I heard a voice mumble, “Life as a ghost is quite boring actually.”

I smiled, “Myrtle!” I walked over to the big fountain and sat on the rim of it. My expression suddenly changed. “Oh, Myrtle,” I sighed, “I have so much to tell you. It’s Malfoy I’m afraid…”

Myrtle shrieked dramatically. “Malfoy! I knew that boy was no good. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. What has he done?”

I looked down and my knees. I was fighting back tears. I’m not going to cry over a stupid boy, not over a stupid boy, not again.

“He…” I started, “He and Pansy…. They were… very touchy, and she kissed him! And I ran here. I thought after yesterday we were officially a thing. I thought he liked me!” I cried out.

Myrtle rolled her eyes. “Malfoy? Like anyone but himself? What a thought.” Myrtle notice a very slumped looking y/n. Her eyes softened as she floating down to her friend’s side. “How can I help, darling? How do I make my only friend feel better?” She tried to wrap an arm around y/n but her hand just went through her.

You shook your head. “I have no idea, Myrt,” she whispered.

After a few moments in silent, just listening to the soft sounds in the halls, Myrtle beamed. She floated in the air and shrieked from happiness, as if she had discovered the cure for lifetime boredom.

“Myrt, what are you doing? Can’t you see I’m down? You can’t possibly be happy while I’m sad.”

Myrtle giggled furiously, in an almost wicked way. “No, you don’t understand!” she smiled down at a confused y/n. “I’ve got a plan! It’s perfect! With this plan Draco will be undeniably jealous, and you ought to feel better!”

Your eyes widened, “Merlin’s beard! Tell me, tell me!” You stood up from your spot in the fountain and being to follow your friend around as she paced around the air.

“Okay, so, I understand Blaise and Draco are in a kind of dispute lately?” Myrtle asked.

I nodded, “Yes, they haven’t been the best of friends lately.” I confirmed.

Myrtle smiled, “Great because we need him.” She floated down to your eye level. “Y/n, don’t you see? Use Blaise to make Draco jealous. What’s worse than seeing the girl you thought you had wrapped around your finger with you best friend, well now current enemy!” I looked at her in shock. “And what makes it more perfect, I’ve heard rumors that Blaise might even be fancying you!”

“Blaise?” I repeated. “Fancies me? Must be a mistake.” I shook my head. “I don’t know Myrtle, are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure you git, now go look for him!”

+ + + + + +

To say I was nervous was an underestimate, I was petrified. After a while of looking, I found Blaise outside by the lake, he was just standing there. Looking out at something.

Now or never, I thought. “Blaise!” I waved.

Blaise turned around with a serious expression which quickly turned into a big smile.

I jogged over to him while waving at him. “Hey, what are you doing? We haven’t talked in a while…” I started.

He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, things with me and Draco haven’t been good. I needed some time to think, to myself.” He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye. “But it doesn’t matter now. Um, did you need something?” he asked.

“Yes!” I immediately confirmed. The faster, the easier. “I was actually wondering… If a Slytherin boy like yourself would, like to go to Hogsmeade with me, on a date.” I looked at Blaise for a response. I don’t take rejection well so I pleaded he’ll say yes to me.

Blaise looked surprised. His smile grew bigger and bigger until it was a full on grin. “Yeah, yeah, that would be awesome! Um, tomorrow, yeah? I’ll meet you in common room?” he quickly planned.

I giggled, “Sounds good.” I felt terrible doing this to Blaise but Draco needed to learn his lesson. “See you later, Blaise.” I waved and started walking back into the school.

Watch out, Draco, y/n has tricks up her sleeve.

OK so I'm gonna make a list of things in The Cursed Child that made me seriously happy (aka. SPOILERS), feel free to continue!

• Albus Potter befriended Scorpius Malfoy
• Albus DOESN’T GIVE A SHIT about other people’s stupid prejudices
• Harry is not the perfect Dad of the Year but instead makes major mistakes
• McGonagall threatens to ground the Minister of Magic
• Snape gets to say he’s proud that Albus carries his name
• HARRY GETS TO HAVE THE CONVERSATION WITH DUMBLEDORE HE SHOULD’VE HAD IN THE DEATHLY HALLOWS (you know, be angry with him, cry, tell him that he loves him)
• Ron gets to be the goofy dad we all knew he would be
• Scorpius is the purest soul alive
• Draco is a sweet dad even with all his issues
• Albus is a Slytherin
• Scorpius is witty and funny and a real perfect bookworm
• Scorpius is the only one Albus truly listens to
• Hermione is addicted to sugar

rugby - luke hemmings imagine

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks

request:  request where luke is concerned about you bcs you’re a rugby player and you come home with massive bruises and luke gets kinda angry because he doesn’t think you can handle it bcs it’s a “mans sport” but they make up and they play fight and you win because you’re strong af :)

a/n: this took me like two hours to write so hopefully it’s good!! but regardless of that i hope you enjoy reading this, and thank you two the person who requested this! :)

There was no doubt you were the best player on the team. Your insane running speeds, great throws, and powerful tackles made you the perfect enemy to your opponents. Rugby had been your favorite sport every since you were little, and because of your many years of constant practice, you were use to how rough each match was.

It never really bothered you as it was all apart of the game. While painful, the bruises were also satisfactory, showing off how dedicated you were to the sport and how much of an amazing player you were. Sadly, not everyone felt the same as you. When you were first introduced to the sport, every injury you ever got was all some sort of proof to your mother as to why you should stop playing. And every time she’d beg you to find a different sport while holding an ice bag against your blue and purple bruised knees, you would refuse.
You understood their concerns, taking your own personal notes on how you have to be extremely careful in order to avoid a season-ending injury. Yet, bruise after bruise you never told yourself you would stop playing unless it meant life or death.

Luke was spread out over the couch channel surfing when you walked through the front door. The sound of your keys jingling in the lock made him turn his head in your direction as he watched you peel your coat off and drape it over your forearm. 

“Game ran long tonight, sorry.” You apologized, looking down at the time your phone displayed and realizing how late it was. Luke picked himself up from his spot on the couch and made his way over to you, his eyes growing wide as his they scanned you up and down.

“Everything alright?” You questioned jokingly, confusion washing over you as he placed his hands on both of your cheeks, tilting your face upwards to allow him to get a better look. 

“What happened?” His voice was concerned with an angry undertone to it. He used the pad of his thumb to brush over the dark blue and purple bruise just below your eye, his soft touch causing you to wince. 

“We went up against a tough team, Luke, that’s all.” You half-smiled, wrapping your hand around his wrist and pulling it away from your face. 

“Nothing icing it won’t do.” You pushed past him and set your large duffle bag on the floor next to the door, reaching down to slip off your dirty shoes and placing them beside the bag. 

“And what about those?” You turned to look at Luke who had his arms crossed over his chest in annoyance, his eyes focused on the large bruises covering both of your arms. 

“They’ll heal, just like everything does.” You rolled your eyes slightly, not liking the way Luke was suddenly acting, especially since you’ve both had multiple conversation over scenarios like this. 

You moved to the kitchen and grabbed a box of tea from the cabinet above your head, turning on the electric kettle as you grabbed your favorite mug from the dishwasher.  Luke stared at you like a hawk, something he always does when he’s preventing himself from saying something he knows he shouldn’t say. 

Having a strong feeling about how the night was going to end you spoke up first, “You should just get it all off your chest. You look about ready to explode anyways.” 

Luke bit his lip, taking in a deep breath as he thought over what he was going to say, “You come home like this after every game, and I don’t think that’s healthy.” 

“Healthy?” You laughed sarcastically, “A couple of bruises doesn’t take a toll on my health. And a couple of ruptured blood vessels on my arms won’t kill me, Luke.” 

He ran his hand along his face, exhaling another long sigh before speaking again, “That’s not what I meant, Y/N.”

“Then what do you mean Luke? Because you sure did say it!” You rolled your eyes again and shook your head, turning your attention back to the boiling water in the kettle. Steam rose in the air as you poured the scorching hot water into your mug, the water turning a dark brown color as you pressed the tea bag against the side of the cup to insure your got the most out of it’s contents.
“I don’t think you’re fit for the sport.” The simple words out of Luke’s mouth were enough to cause rage to fill you to the brim, your blood now boiling hotter than the water in the kettle.

“Really? I’m not fit.” Your words were laced with anger, nodding your head at Luke to encourage him to keep speaking.

“Y/N, all I’m trying to say is that it’s a man’s sport. And you’re fragile, I don’t want to see you get hurt.” He spoke like he thought everything he was saying wouldn’t hurt you at all, but would rather motivate you to quit the sport you’ve been playing all your life. 

You bit your lip so hard the taste of blood hit your tongue, his words felt like someone forcing a dagger into your chest. Too many times have you heard people tell you that you were unable to play a certain sport due to your gender and build, and while you always taught yourself to ignore the ignorant remarks, you never thought you would hear it come from your own boyfriend.
“Glad to hear it, but as of now you’re concerns mean nothing to me.” Your voice was hollow as you pushed past Luke, walked down the hallway and into your bedroom. 

You slide down the back of the door just as it closed behind you, your hands shaking in anger as small tears trickled down your cheeks. You hated the feeling of letting people’s words get to you, but knowing it came from Luke, who you cared so deeply about and thought he felt the same way, made every single thing he said to you ten times more powerful. 

He was suppose to respect the decisions you made, empowering you to strive for the things you love while voicing his own concerns at the same time. But what he told you was the complete opposite. Luke wanted you to stop playing the sport you found happiness in since you were a young girl, he dragged out your weaknesses instead of helping you build upon your strengths.
Luke hurt you, and he didn’t even realize how badly he did. 

After a few hours of hiding away in your room, you finally decided to open your door and venture back into the apartment. Basketball sounded through the speakers in the living room, telling you the Luke was still awake and in the area you hoped he wouldn’t be in. 

You took careful steps down the hallway, attempting to be as quiet as possible so he wouldn’t notice your presence, but the moment you dropped your mug into the sink causing it to clang against the other utensils, another conversation began.

“I shouldn’t have said that.” Luke paused the game playing on the television, his head still facing towards the tv screen. 

“That would have been a nice thought to have before you opened your mouth.” You clenched your jaw, trying your best to prevent another argument from occurring as it would only make things worse.

“Y/N,” Luke placed his arms on the back on the couch, turning his torso so he was now facing you, “I really mean it. What I said was shitty and-”
“But you still said it.” You cut him off, the hurt in your voice causing his face to fall low in guilt. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Do you really think I’m fragile?” You leaned your elbow on the kitchen counter, looking up from the floor and directly into Luke’s eyes in order to see the truth in his answer. 

“Absolutely not.” He hopped up from where he sat on the couch and made his way to where you stood, purposely keeping a few inches between you two. “Fragile was a terrible word to use.”

“Luke,” You began, taking in a deep breath as you were unsure of how to form your words into the way you wanted them, “There’s always a little truth behind what everyone says, especially if it came out the “wrong” way. So it’s hard for me to believe that what you’re saying isn’t all a lie to make me not mad at you anymore.”

He nodded his head at your words, taking everything you said into account. “Baby, I understand why you’re mad, but what I wanted to say is that I don’t think you are fragile. You’re strong as hell and I was completely in the wrong for saying Rugby isn’t your sport to play.” 

You crossed your arms over your chest as you moved past Luke and towards the couch, sitting on the arm of one of the seats while thinking over whether or not you should accept his apology. And while what he said hurt you, and he knew it did, you told yourself this was a learning point for the two of you, and it was important for you both to grow from the experience rather than let it weigh you down. 

“I’m not excusing what you said… but,” You stretched your arm out behind you, grabbing onto on of the throw pillows sitting on the cushion and swinging it in Luke’s direction, smacking him directly on the cheek. “I forgive you!”

His eyes grew wide as he realized what had just happened, and the second it registered in his brain was the same moment he dashed over to the couch and picked up a throw pillow for himself to use. Before he could land a hit on you, you used your strength to push him backwards, making him fall directly back onto one of the cushions in the perfect sitting position.

“Never say any of that again!” You laughed, making sure to get your point across while using your strength to hold his wrist down in order to prevent him from smacking you with his pillow. 

“Okay! Okay!” He laughed in surrender, dropping the pillow onto the floor and giving you the perfect oppuritunity to straddle his lap.
“Promise.” You leaned in closely, your lips a few inches away from his as you waited to hear his response. 

“I promise. Never again.” When the words you wanted to hear registered in your mind, you pulled your face away, loving the look he gave you when he realized you hadn’t planned on kissing him. 

You smiled down at your boyfriend looking up at you with a large grin on his face, allowing yourself to forgive him this time for what he said. Instead of letting it constantly bother you, you chose to use the experience as motivation to continue playing the sport you were so deeply passionate about, regardless of what other’s had to say.

Haunt (Part 2) - Break (Reader x Steve Rogers) (Part 1, Part 3)
Word count: 736

A/N: I was listening to this as I wrote this part. Hopefully what I’ve written is okay. I suck balls at writing angst because it always comes out so melodramatic, but practice makes perfect right? This is also integrating this imagine that I received: ‘One where you and Steve get into an argument and he says something that makes you cry and he feels bad/apologizes, but I turned it up to eleven. >:3

This was a mistake. It was a mistake to think it would be okay.

“How could you do this me?! You knew! You knew all along!” You had never seen Steve this angry before and this was all aimed at you. This is your fault. You waited too long and now what you were afraid of was what was happening now. Oh god, oh god…

You could only stand there helplessly taking his verbal assault, sobbing out ‘I’m sorry’, but it wasn’t good enough. How could it be? He was so loud in his accusations, Natasha and Sam had shown up to see what the commotion was.

“Come on man, let her go.” Sam shook his head and tried to pull Steve away from you, but the supersoldier shook him off. “She said she was sorry! She had her reasons for not saying anything. Let it go, Steve.” Falcon’s words took on an aggressive pressure.

Natasha stood by quietly, watching the scene unfold. She knew this was coming, but why didn’t you tell her you were going to do it? She could have done something to help you, somehow placated the Captain to soften the blow. Anything. She clenched and unclenched her fists, what now? How could she help you now? You weren’t alone in this, why did you think you were?

There was no salvaging the situation now that you had told Steve everything. You told him because you cared, you wanted him to know. Part of you had hope that he would understand, but… “She knew, Sam! She was with Bucky the whole time and she never told me. She could have stopped him from running, we could have rescued him- saved him before anything happened.” Steve snarled and pointed at you. “What the hell were you thinking? He could have been here, with us right now, but you kept your mouth shut and never said anything-”

“I-I couldn’t! Steve I couldn’t I swear it, god. I swear.” You were surprised you could even croak the words out. “Pierce threatened to tell everyone who I had been, how I… I-I couldn’t have him do that. I was scared! He was going to kill me, Steve-”

“That’s not good enough. You should have told us instead of being so selfish!”

It was a stab to the heart.

“You only thought about yourself, about saving your own skin-”

No… It wasn’t true. You choked. You wanted to help, you did!

You’re nothing but a coward!

A silence blanketed you. The walls closed in and something broke. What was it- what was that? You let out one heaving sob and everyone felt it. Sam covered his eyes and muttered a ‘shit’. Natasha turned away. Steve’s jaw worked, regret settling in his heart, but instead of doing something to help you he walked away from you.

He walked away from you.

The walls were closing in and you needed to get out. Get out. It was hard to breathe. You didn’t know what was going on and you didn’t realise that you had suddenly decided to run. There was shouting and flashes of faces. Natasha and Sam. Pietro and Wanda. Steve. Steve…

Something was tearing inside of you, but you weren’t sure what it was. It was hurting so bad, but why? He called you a coward. He said you were selfish. You had wanted to tell him, you did. That’s what you revealed everything. But instead of understanding you were cut with a thousand unspoken words. He would have preferred you put yourself in danger for his personal goal. He would have wanted you to put your life on the line for him. You thought he probably would have wanted you to die in place of his dear Bucky.

You didn’t know where you were when you looked around. Somewhere in the lower levels in the warehouse where it was dark and cold, where the environment matched how you felt inside. Finding suitably shadowed corner, you pushed your back into it and pulled your knees to your chest. You had to make yourself as small as possible.


You looked up to see Natasha giving you one of those little lip quirks. She didn’t say a word as she settled next you, pulling you into her arms and letting you rest your head on her shoulder.

“Do you hate me?” You had to ask.

“Never.” Her response was instanenous. “Never ever.”

My life has turned into a horror show, and all I can do is stand back and watch it play out.
My baby has no brain.
No brain.
I am a damn neurosurgeon, and my baby has no brain.
I would say God has a sense of humor, but there is no God.
No God would do this.
Just stop it.
Just don’t look at me with your pity and guilt.
I can’t take it anymore.
Every time I look at you, I see that perfect, healthy baby attached to your hip, and he smiles, and you smile, and all of that joy makes me want to scream and claw your eyes out and rip that child from your hands.
I am so angry at you. And jealous of you. Of this life, this– this dream of a life you have.
I wish I could be happy for you, but I can’t.
I can’t because I hate you, Addison.
I hate you, and I don’t have room for that on top of all the bitterness and pain that is burying me every single day.
I don’t– I have no more room. I don’t know if I’m gonna make it through this.
But I know I can’t do it with you around.
So you need to stay the hell away from me.
Just go away.
—  Amelia Shepherd, Private Practice season 5 episode 19

There’s so much atrocious shit Obama has done, and yet liberals tell me that he was such a great president. That is a load of shit and it makes me nauseous to think that people will actually hear about these things and respond to it with “nobody is perfect” or “he was just doing what he thought was best for America”.

Obama has ordered drone strikes which have killed thousands of people in the middle east. 

Obama silently deported millions of immigrants - more than any other president has.

Didn’t they see how fucking mildly he reacted to Black Lives Matter bringing police brutality against Black people front-and-center, telling them that their rioting over violations of human rights by law enforcement was “unacceptable”? 

How about how he was so lukewarm in his response to NoDAPL? How he didn’t speak out against the militarized police terrorizing the people of Standing Rock?

He’s done nothing to help protect whistleblowers, especially Chelsea Manning, who is still locked away and suffering inhumane treatment at the hands of the state.

How can someone say that kind of shit, knowing what Obama has done, without feeling sick?

[Fan Account] LA EXOLuxion

Chanyeol ran across the stage like five times and I can’t even believe how much energy he had like omg
Suho’s VOICE damn man how can he be yall’s least fav cuz he was sO good
Sehun is such a cutie potato like everyone was yelling bloody murder anytime he appeared on the screens
Chen’s high notes are illegal and I hate him and UGH SO HANDSOME s o handsome…..
Xiumin is SO HYPER ALL THE TIME like you’d think he was the youngest!!!??? Also illegal cuteness and over all pretty face it makes me so angry how can he be so perfect
Baekhyun’s piano solo made me cry he wasn’t as focused on dancing and playing around buT MAN his voice is so much more pleasant live than the recordings
D.O. Is so cute he literally THREW Chanyeol down to the ground with one GLARE. I feel so blessed it was so cute and Chanyeol asked him to dance if the pit took one step back and he ended up just shooting love at all of us and it was great