I’m sick of boys who pretend they care.
Who lift you up to the clouds
only to let you fall to the ground a moment later.
Boys who kiss your forehead
and promise everything will be okay.
Boys who make you open up
and show every one of your flaws,
only to wish you hadn’t.
I’m sick of boys who use me.
Who grab at my waist
until it grabs my friend’s attention.
Boys who bite my neck
when the girl he used to love walks by.
Who fill my every crack with love and passion
but only until ‘she’ realises what she’s missing.
I’m sick of boys who confuse me.
Who tell me they’re in love
but flirts with every other girl.
Boys who hold my hand one day
and walk past me another.
Who bring light into my life
but also with darkness and pain.
I’m sick of boys who make me feel like my heart is breaking. Who’s name makes me shiver
but also makes me hurt.
Boys who make me wish I could be someone else,
just to make them happy.
Who destroy my whole world,
but don’t even seen to notice.
25 Days of Buckymas - Tony was holding another annual Christmas party, but what you didn’t realise he’d orchestrated the night in hopes that it will end with you and Bucky kissing underneath mistletoe, or leaving early to spend some time together ;)
My Christmas present for
argentinemango who is honestly the kindest and loveliest person I’ve ever met
It was Tony’s annual Christmas party again and, as expected, the venue was as extravagant as could be. A giant Christmas tree was placed in the middle of the venue with other gold decorations sprinkled all around the place to make sure that no one forgot that it was Christmas time. All the waiters and waitresses were dressed in a sexier version of the stereotypical Santa Claus outfit. Outfits that you were surprised Pepper had allowed.
Everyone was dressed to the nines, either wearing green, red or something glittery to go along with the sparkly theme that Tony had picked for the decorations. You had gone along with this as well, donning a green evening gown that had glitter thrown around the waist line. It certainly looked like you had dressed to impress, which you had. Specifically for Bucky Barnes who Tony had made sure to tell you would be appearing at the party after learning you had a crush on the super soldier.
When you entered the party your eyes were instantly drawn to Bucky’s seated figure. He was sat in the corner, taking large gulps of the thousand dollar wine. He looked very uncomfortable, especially in the suit Steve had forced him into for the night.
You thought that he looked rather dashing though. He’d obviously shaved but a shadow was already beginning to grow on his jar and he had his long brown hair pulled up into a ponytail. The all black suit he wore fit tightly to his well built figure and just the sight of him had those all too familiar butterflies rushing around madly in your stomach.
“God, will you stop drooling.”
A voice appeared at your side and what they said had you panicking until you realised that it was only Tony. “Sorry,” you quickly muttered, turning away from where Bucky was sat and hoping that the foundation you had on was good enough to hide the blush burning up your face. “This is a great looking party by the way, I love the Christmas tree.”
He looked down at you from above the sunglasses that had slid down to the tip of his nose, and when he crossed his arms across his chest you knew that he was mad at you but for what you couldn’t figure out. A staring match suddenly started, you looking into his eyes and trying to figure out what you’d done, meanwhile he looked down at you and waited for you to realise. Eventually he got tired and made a disgruntled noise, “you’re an hour late.”
“I-I’m sorry?” Even though he’d given you the reason behind his (not uncommon) mood, you still didn’t understand why it was such a inconvenience.
“So you should be,” he replied, suddenly holding out a small gift towards you. “Look okay, everyone here is doing a secret santa and this is a present for you to give to Bucky from you, think you can manage that?” You tried to stutter out your bewildered reply but Tony was quick to interrupt you once more. “Look I don’t have time, you’ve already made me and Pepper late for the party’s schedule. Just go give him the gift when we announce that it’s time.”
Tony dropped the small square box into your hands and left without another word, rushing off before you could ask him any more questions. You stared at the nicely wrapped present which had a red bow on top. Instinct was telling you not to give it to Bucky because knowing Tony it could just be a joke thing and you didn’t want the guy you had a huge crush on hating you because Tony thought he was funny.
It was only a minute after your confusing conversation with Tony when he appeared once again, only this time it was on a stage with Pepper by his side. They did a quick speech where they welcomed everyone for coming to the party, then they talked a little bit about the schedule for the night, and then they got onto the reason behind why Tony had given you a gift for Bucky. It was Pepper who spoke, “as most of you know, we decided that everyone should take part in a secret santa because we thought it would be a nice ice breaker and get everyone into the Christmas spirit. Now whilst you exchange presents, we will be setting up a surprise so look forward to that.”
You didn’t pay much attention to anything after you heard about the secret santa thing. You realised that this had all been one big set up that you didn’t know if you could trust, and it was only made worse when you noticed Bucky walking and looking directly towards you. When he stopped in front of you, you felt sick begin to climb your throat with anxiety also riding that wave.
“Hi,” you greeted, squeaking out the one syllable word and not daring to say anymore because of the vile in your throat.
“Hey,” he greeted in return, looking nervously from you, to the floor, to the gift in his hand, and then back to you. “I ended up being your secret santa so… here.”
The gift he handed you was badly wrapped so you knew it was genuinely off of him and that alone had you soaring, but the gift inside had you flying all the way up into heaven. It was a scarf. A simple present but it implied that he wanted you to keep warm, meaning that he cared about you. Maybe not in as romantic a way as you cared for him, but in a way that was good enough for you.
“Thank you!” You gushed out, trying on the scarf despite its bright colours not matching the forest green shade of your dress. When you looked back up at him he had a wide smile on his face as he admired how cute you looked with the thick wool wrapped around your neck.
Suddenly you were reminded of the present Tony had given you and a new want to actually give Bucky this mysterious gift grew in you because he’d gotten you something so sweet and you just wanted to give something back. “Here,” you said, nervously handing him the small present and putting a lot of faith in Tony. “I’m your secret santa as well.”
“Thank you,” he says with genuine gratitude laced in his tone and you felt like telling him that he should save giving appreciation for the present until after seeing the gift as it might not end up being that great. The ‘oh my god’ that quietly passed through his lips after seeing whatever was in the box had you visibly wincing.
And just like that, you were a babbling mess. “Look, I know it’s probably a terrible gift, I can take it back if you want and of course I’ll get you something else like maybe a candle or a gun, I don’t know, something you like and is useable-”
“Y/N,” he said your name firmly, silencing you instantly. “Stop panicking. This is… amazing.” He pulled the gift out of the box, revealing an old looking pocket watch and it didn’t take long for you to realise what it actually was.
Not too long ago you’d been conversing with Bucky and Steve about things they missed from the 1940s and this led to a conversation about what Bucky could remember. His memories mostly consisted of moments with Steve, and a pocket watch. It was a pocket watch he’d had from a very young age and one of his most prized possessions, or it had been, before Hydra got to him. You’d asked Tony a couple of days later if he might be able to find it again because you thought that it could be a nice little surprise for Bucky, something he certainly deserved after all the shit he’d gone through.
The prized moment with Bucky was ruined when a sudden bang sounded from somewhere in the venue, frightening you. Though it was more the fact that Bucky had grabbed your arm and pulled you protectively against him that had you yelping, rather than the loud noise. But the next thing you knew, white flakes were beginning to fall from the air above.
It was beautiful. Outdoor snow was beautiful in it’s own right. The outdoors would be covered by the white, looking like an unfinished painting awaiting the painter to return and fill up it’s perfectly white canvas, somehow still managing to look like a masterpiece. But this inside snow had it’s own awe-inspiring beauty. The snowflakes dropped down and landed on your face, softer than the kisses your mother used to plant.
Yet none of that mattered as all you could do was stare up at Bucky’s face, a sight you found to be somehow more appealing than the marvel that was indoor snow. And what had your heart beating a million miles a minute was the fact that he was looking down at you as well.
“Y/N,” he whispered, breathing heavily for some reason. Maybe it was because of the sudden panic caused by the bang that had set off the snow, or maybe it was because of just how close the two of you were.
“Bucky,” you replied, trying to ignore the scent of expensive wine that was being carried with his breath.
He seemed to narrow his eyes slightly as he continued to stare at you for a little while longer, as though he was noticing something he’d never seen before. And he was. He was admiring the shape of your nose, the colour of your eyes, the curve of your lips, and how it all came together to make you a beautiful specimen.
Years after this particular night, you’d regret not having someone take a photo of that moment. Because in that room, with fake snow gracefully dancing it’s way down from the air above, with violinists and harpists playing a jolly tune, Bucky was falling in love with you for the first time.
“Can I take you out to dinner?” His hand which had been holding tightly onto your arm moved down towards your hand, caressing the naked skin on your arm as he moved down, causing goosebumps to appear where he’d touched; and when he enveloped your hand, the sensation had goosebumps appearing over all of your body. “It doesn’t seem right, you getting a lousy scarf when I get this amazing gift. Plus… I’d really like to take you out on a date.”
You knew you had to say yes, but in that perfect moment all you were thinking was ‘thank God for Tony Stark’, words you never thought would be in your mind.
People can tolerate two homosexuals they see leaving together, but the next day they’re smiling, holding hands, tenderly embracing one another, then they cannot be forgiven. It is not the departure for pleasure that is unacceptable, it is waking up happy.
A/N: Here’s part three! The final part will be published at noon on Christmas day. :) Thanks for all of the love and support for each and every one of you! Once this series is completed, we will start knocking out those requests! Loves, and happy holidays! - Christina
“Oh my gosh,” You said, feeling your feet slide out from under you. You were going to fall, and you were going to hit the ground hard. But before you felt the hard ice slam into your body, you felt strong arms holding you up. You glanced at your hero; Peter Parker. And he was standing upright, totally at ease with thin metal blades under his feet and holding the weight of another human being as if he did this every day. He gently pulled you onto your feet, keeping an arm around you as you wobbled again.
“How come you’re so good at this?” You asked, breathless. Peter shrugged.
“I don’t know,” He mumbled, looking a little embarrassed. “Guess it just comes naturally.” He smiled softly.
“Well, just stay close to me,” You say, grabbing one of his arms for support. “Because I don’t want to fall over again.” Peter chuckled softly and tapped your hand with his. He started to slide forward, dragging you with him. He moved at a steady pace and helped you not fall. People sped past the two of you, but you didn’t pay attention. You were paying attention to the wonderful boyfriend you had.
I enjoy simple romance. Where dates are late night drives to places you’ve never been, or out to the mountains to stargaze. Presents are flowers, rocks they found that made them think of you. Going to have dinner with the family is chill, leaving aftetwards to go smoke a blunt and watch documentaries is even more chill. Talking about anything and everything while cuddling under blankets. Where support is abundant and even the gloomiest of days can be enjoyed in each others company, even if it’s just holding one another while we crumble. When bright days are celebrated and acknowledged and taken complete advantage of. Not necessarily going out for this celebration, even just cleaning up the house together, opening up the windows, playing music, coloring or reading or writing afterwords, making bright meals together.
For those who followed the U.S. election closely, there is a profound sense of loss for some people this morning. Politics can be brutal, where you can win every battle and still lose the war. There are no words that can soothe such a raw wound. Care for yourself well, hold hands with your loved ones, and live to fight another day. <3
Alya was tremendously proud of the fact that she was the one
who got interviews with Ladybug and Chat Noir the most. They were weak against
her charm, she theorized.
Last week was a major event for the Ladyblog; an invitation for
the followers to send in their questions for the dynamic duo of Paris to
Ladybug was reading her question-card when Chat approached
to read it over her shoulder. Ladybug reached up a hand and for a moment, Alya
thought she was about to turn his sights elsewhere. Instead, however, she scratched
under his chin – an absent-minded, casual and intimate gesture. Chat leaned
into her touch as he sighed with blissful contentment, an adorable purr rising
up his throat.
It literally took Alya her everything to hold herself
back from squealing.
Another day, another akuma attack where Alya was right in
the center, recording everything with glee.
There was a moment of tense peace where the newest terror,
The Pauser, disappeared from the scene, leaving her, Ladybug, and a
frozen-in-his-place Chat behind.
“Would a kiss work?” Ladybug asked herself aloud. Alya was
about to express her doubts when Ladybug stepped towards Chat and kissed him
Sure, Chat was unable to move, but from the way his eyes
widened, Alya was positive he was mentally screaming.
Dissatisfied that her plan didn’t work, Ladybug grumbled, “It
worked that time…”
Chat’s eyes widened again, “WHAT ‘THAT TIME’???” they
seemed to convey. Alya could relate.
“Listen, Ladybug, I don’t think—“ and she kissed him yet again.
“Why isn’t this working?” Ladybug seemed so utterly perplexed.
“Maybe because it doesn’t really work and you just want an excuse to kiss Chat?” Alya
wanted to say, but The Pauser appearing out of nowhere stopped her. No pun
“What do you like about Chat Noir?”
As Ladybug began figuratively waxing poetry about her partner,
Alya mused about how incredible obliviousness could be. How miraculous. Pun
“Listen to yourself,” Alya wanted to say. Instead, she just
looked at the camera.
To all the people who want to be a Seiyuu, Mangaka, Idol, or want to start learning Japanese,
Do Your Best. Do Your Best. Do Your Best. Do Your Best. Do Your Best. Do Your Best.
Put your heart into it. Work harder. Don’t let the fact that you are not a Japanese, makes you give up your dream. Because someone else tried it already and failed, or said it was IMPOSSIBLE, it doesn’t mean you will end up the same.
It is HARD. And it will be HARDER. You don’t have to be an expert to see that it is Difficult. But try. And give all that you have into it. Find your reason and stick to it. Google how to get closer to your dream. Keep going. And one day when you look back, you’ll see that it wasn’t as impossible as other people say.
Time will pass, newseiyuu come and the older one becomes a legend. One day your time will come. One day, you will stand on the same stage as Sugita Tomokazu and tell him how much you adore him to keep going. I believe in you.
Ri - Seiyuu’s Little Forest
A/N: if you don’t know most of the Seiyuu there, google them :) for me, they are Legend
I have bad days and I have good days with my LD. What a lot of people don’t understand is that how my LD affects me changes depending on the day. It’s not fair to hold me to something I could on another day, that I can’t do today. Sometimes I find spelling and reading super easy and other times I struggle. Each day is different and I need to take it one day at a time.
I’ve been thinking about my life and all of
the mistakes that I’ve made – the ones that stay with me or the ones that I
regret are the ones that I made because of fear. For a long time I was afraid to be who I am
because I was taught by my parents that there’s something wrong with someone
like me – something offensive, something you will avoid, maybe even pity.
Something that you could never love.
My mom – she’s a fan of St. Thomas Aquinas
and she calls Pride a sin. And of all
the venal and moral sins St. Thomas saw pride as the queen of the seven deadly
sins. He saw it as the ultimate gateway
sin that would turn you quickly into a sinaholic. But hating isn’t a sin on that list. Neither is shame.
I was afraid of this parade because I
wanted so badly to be a part of it. So
today I’m marching for that part of me that was once too afraid to march and
for all the people who can’t march: the
people living lives like I did. Today I
march to remember that I’m not just a me. I’m also a we and we march with
Wow, OH Wow! That was amazing! Why do we have to wait 2 weeks…That is my only complaint about the episode! I’m still holding my breath and I will be holding it for 14 more days. This was one take down after another and I’m still processing, and now add in that promo…I won’t be sleeping either for 2 weeks.
Imagine your clumsy OTP always bumping into each other. Hallways, coffee places, on the street. There are no words exchanged except for the mumble of “sorry’s”–mostly because both are too scared to start a conversation.
One day, they pass each other with ease, no collision. Both face each other in confusion, only to start a short conversation. Now, their relationship has progressed to small talk every time they bump into each other–or not.
Another day, Person A is holding a coffee, but collides with Person B–like always. It spills, oh no! Person B is extremely apologetic, spewing out “sorry’s” and “why am I so clumsy?” Person A reassures B by saying, “You can make it up to me: coffee at noon?”
You say you can’t hold on any longer
Then you wake up
Face another day
Feel like death again
Somewhere in the middle you’re asleep again
Somewhere in the middle you’re awake again
Feeling broken again
But you’re still here
You don’t want to be
But you’re still here
And everything starts over
Again and again
And in the end you’re gonna die
Or kill yourself
And fuck, that might be the only time you’re happy
A letter to the little girl within
//The shattered flower