how can one man do this to me

I Panicked

Summary: pta meetings suck

Pairing//Bucky x reader, (featuring Grant Barnes and scary ass PTA moms)

Request//can you do #21 and #22 with bucky please? (  “21. “How could you hide something like that from me?!” 22. “I panicked, okay?!’)

Warnings// swearing 

AN// I get it dad!bucky, I have a personal hatred for PTA meetings and I’ve never even been to one. P.s. that gif. Me too man. Me too. 

Originally posted by n-barnes

Bucky knew y/n would freak. She hated those ladies with an open passion. But what was he supposed to do? They were giving him a major stare down and he really didn’t want to be the talk of anymore afternoon mamosa talk. 

“Uh. Yeah sure. I’m sure y/n would be happy to help out. Me too of course, I’d be happy, to um, help.” 

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Friend: I love the new Taylor Swift song!!!

Me: oh is it the one that goes boy he was a killer first time that I saw him wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted but if he’s a ghost then I can be a phantom holding him for ransom some some boys be trying too hard he don’t try at all though younger than my exes but he acts like such a man so I see nothing better I keep him forever like a vendetta ta I I I SEE how this is gonna go touch ME and you’ll never be alone I island BREEZE and lights down low no one has to know in the middle of the night in my dreams you should see the things we do baby mhm in the middle of the night in my dreams I know I’m gonna be with you so I take my time are you ready for it

Friend:

Me: DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH ME I WAS A ROBBER FIRST TIME THAT HE SAW ME RUNNING OFF AND STEALING HEARTS AND NEVER SYAING SORRY BUT IF IM A THEIF THEN HE CAN JOIN THE HIEST AND WELL MOVE TO AN ISLAND AND AND HE CAN BE MY JAILOR BURTON TO THIS TAYLOR EVERY LOVE IVE KNOWN IN COMPARISON IS A FAILER I FORGET THEIR NAMES NOW IM SO VERY TAME NOW NEVER BE THE SAME NOW NOW

Talking to my friend about RnM…


My friend: I liked that episode with all the clones on the big spaceship.

Me: what clones….the episode with the simulation? Hungry for apples?

My friend: no no no, the one with all the ricks and mortys..you know.

Me:nnno?

My friend: Oh c'mon the one where they chose a Morty president!

Me:…You mean tales from the citadel? Episode 8 of season 3???

My friend: YES.

Me: THEY ARE NOT CLONES JEEZ THEY ARE FROM DIFFERENT DIMENSIONS OF THE CENTRAL FINITE CURVE, JEEZ MAN.

My friend: Oh cool, I thought they were clones. So they can jump dimensions?

Me: so how exactly do you watch the show?

My friend: …from time to time why?

upsettoland  asked:

I feel like this has been said already ?? but something that kills me about What Would I Do and What More Can I Say is the fact that Act One Marvin is this man who uses his intelligence to condescend & put everyone in their respective places that he's carved out for them and he knows, (or at least acts like/thinks he knows), exactly what he wants and how he wants it, but in Act Two, I think these intimate songs being questions is just important and showcases how he's matured and softened

^^^^

YES. YES TO ALL OF THAT.

Journal #19: Dad Comes Through Again

This man is my savior and I hate it. I hunger for a reason to resent him, but the fact is that, for some strange reason, he’s always the one getting me out of slumps. Sometimes I feel like I can trust him more than I can trust my mom.

I even told him how I kept dreaming about them abandoning me. He told me that that was ridiculous, but he seemed to get a little worried.

“Do you ever feel like we don’t love you enough?” he asked. Just real blunt, like that.

I didn’t say anything.

Dad’s going to talk to Mom tonight, he said. He’ll explain to her all the things I told him. And maybe she’ll listen, now that I’m not the one doing the talking.

And he suggested that, if Mom just wants me to start doing something with my life, I could become his apprentice at his shipping company. I thought it wasn’t a terrible idea. I mean, sure, spending more time with my reckless father might shorten my life expectancy, but at least I wouldn’t have to leave home.

I’m really, really hoping Mom goes for it. Just imagine… The terrifying fate I’ve been dreading for most of my life, suddenly wiped clear away.

I feel like I’ll be a completely different person once I don’t have that hanging over my head anymore.

anonymous asked:

Sorry to disturb you..... but do you know any good Gabriel X reader stories???

Oh man. You’re not disturbing or bothering me at all! I just - um… how do I put this. I don’t really like Gabriel??? Oops. Yeah, so I think I’ve written one or two little Gabe pieces by request, and I actually have another one coming up here shortly. But I can recommend you go check out @feelmyroarrrr and browse through her Garbiel x Reader tag because she is an expert at reblogging and tagging the things she reads. Also @riversong-sam writes so Gabriel as well! If anyone else knows of any Gabriel-centric fics or blogs, feel free to rec them here!

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” (Gabriel x Reader) - my only Gabriel drabble so far. 

lostozite  asked:

Tweek and Craig, could you guys share your "first kiss" story with us, please? :)

We had our first kiss when we were ten. After dating for a while, I had to help Tweek persuade himself into letting me kiss him, asking him how he felt about it and trying to work out a compromise. He was overworked so I held his hand, sat with him and talked about how a kiss would move our relationship along. He started to slowly agree. Our first kiss was pretty great, as much as Tweek shook against me. Kisses became easier to do after time went on.
-Craig

First kisses WERe way too hard, man. WAY TOO HARD! At least Craig let me get adjusted so I could actually k-kiss him. He’s very patient and likes to listen to everything I tell him. Even when w-were alone, he treats me like a friend but something more at the same time. Something no one can really be to him. He makes me see things inside of me I’ve never seen before and I saw a lot more when he kissed me. GAH, it was really worth it.
-Tweek

greatdaybg  asked:

If I remember correctly the time skip is going to be two years. Considering Babs may be shot by the Joker that would be a really recent event. Do you think that she would have to surpass her disability during the season or it would happen in the time skip? How do you think it would affect the batfamily? Especially Dick who already lost a friend...

They already confirmed how long the time jump is going to be? Man, how did I miss that? Do you have a source for that, and can you share it with me if you do?

Now on to the actual question. If the time jump really is that short, then it probably would be a recent event like you said. I feel like Barbara will definitely have to adjust from that, and that her having to learn to live with this new disability will definitely be one of her main story arcs this season if that’s the case. Dick would definitely be hurting from this. I don’t think he would be out for revenge because that’s not really in his character, but there will certainly still be some emotions of sadness and anger there which will definitely show. I imagine Bruce, Dick, and Tim, and even Stephanie probably, will be there to help Barbara at every chance they can. With these events happening, Barbara may actually take some time off from The Team before becoming their ops manager, and we’ll probably get to see parts of her home life and secret identity life because of that. Eventually though, Barbara will definitely be becoming Oracle and will still be a great help to The Team, the League, and probably even the Outsiders too.

Actually, now that I think about it, the possibility exists that Barbara could get paralyzed during this season. They did say that they would be exploring more mature themes, and there’s no mature DC story like The Killing Joke. If that happens, then there will definitely be some adjustment, and probably a story of Spoiler and/or Tim going after Joker/The Light for revenge and someone else having to stop them. I gotta say, I’m excited for Barbara’s character arc this season. It seems like no matter whether her paralysis happened recently, a little further back, or still has yet to happen, we’ll be getting some very interesting and moving content from her character

do you know what gets me the most.

how joyous it was.

I didn’t know how much I needed that until it was over.  I honestly almost forgot stories could do that.  that no one has to die in the final act for it to be meaningful.  that it doesn’t have to be angst-riddled for it to make an impact.  that you can have the happiest goddamn ending imaginable - give everyone, every character, exactly what they want - and earn every second.  every single exultant moment.

god did they earn it.

it just filled me with light.  that’s the only way I can describe it.  it filled me with so much light and for someone who’s been really disheartened with the world lately I can’t even begin to tell you how invaluable that is.  stories matter.  I honestly in-my-soul believe it’s one of the most importantly human things we do and this one was full of love and hope and so much laughter and it felt like a win, didn’t it?  Griffin told us we would.  and we did.  and we’re gonna.

you know that MBMBaM thing they always say?  “No bummers”?

that’s TAZ man.  no bummers.  a MILLION HAPPY TEARS sure.  but bummers? 

nah.  we’re good out here.

The boy who lived would turn into a feared and respected man. At the same time, he’s surrounded by those who want to kill him too. Lots of new enemies and unknown dark magic, that’s the fuel that keeps me drawing Harry Potter as an Auror.

He has more than one wand against his head and instead of showing reaction, he just asks “what do you want?” in a very low voice. He’s smarter and uses his wand only if it’s necessary. Non-verbal spells all the time. He knows how to control his emotions - no one can get inside his head - it is completely shut. He’s almost fearless… cold, sometimes. But always protected by love. He’s a father. There are more things to die for now. He wouldn’t hesitate to do so.

“After all, to the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.” Dumbledore

[instagram/tag @potterbyblvnk for more sketches]

My Dearest Harry,

 

Happy Birthday!!!! I’ve set an alarm for 8:30, and if you haven’t fire-called me by then I’m side alonging Rose over to scold you. Today took some serious planning, dear, and that boyfriend of yours will never forgive me if you show up late. Wear that green top- it brings out your eyes!

 

With love,

 

Hermione Granger-Weasley

 

 

Potter-

 

If you are late this afternoon I will fillet you alive.

 

Birthday Wishes.

 

-Draco (I love you. Wear the green top.)

 

 

Harry,

 

Happy 37th, Mate!!! Do us all a favor and get your old arse out of bed before 2, would you? ‘Mione and Draco have been working together, and you know how they get going. She’s in a right fuss, that one. I had to talk her out of sending you a howler this morning, and that was only by… Distracting her, so to speak. As I’m human and understand human emotions, needs, etc., (unlike our crazy robotic lovers), I’ve sent over a coffee and some chocolate frogs to make the ungodly time a little more bearable.

 

Cheers!

 

Ron

 

P.S. Hermione told me to tell you to wear the green top? I don’t give a flying fuck what you wear as long as you and Malfoy manage to keep the clothes firmly on this time.

 

 

Harry,

 

I had to hold mum down, she wanted to bring you breakfast in bed this morning. As much as she loves you, I’m not sure how she would have felt if she walked in on you having a lovely birthday shag with Malfoy against the coffee table. You’re welcome. See you tonight. And, for Merlin’s sake, try to be on time. In the green shirt, or Malfoy will send you straight back. Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

-Ginny P.s. Luna sends her regards and also asked me to tell you that green wards off the hucklefins.

 

 

Harry,

 

I had the strangest dream last night, Harry. I was being chased by a group of wrackspurts, all of them demanding I return their ‘treasure’. I was quite confused by their insistence that I had taken this ‘treasure’ (you know how I feel about stealing, it affects my aura), and I kept spraying lilac essence to ward them off, but to no avail. I asked Ginny if she thought it meant something, but she thinks I may have just had too much to drink last night. What do you think?

 

Oh yes dear, I almost forgot! Happy Birthday! I do hope you know to be on time, but I’ll try to distract him if you run late. I read last night about some very new potions research that could keep him talking for at least an hour.

 

Love you, dear.

 

Luna (Wear green.)

 

 

The boy who continues to live,

 

I’d say congratulations, but you’ve been complimented so many times for merely staying alive that it feels tacky at this point. Draco’s got himself all in knots over tonight’s events, and as much fun as it’s been watching him all flustered, I know that if you manage to screw this up I’ll be the one supplying his alcohol, so I feel I must warn you; If you wish to continue to be the boy who lived, show up on time, and properly dressed, if you can manage. Although, come to think of it, “The boy who fucked up one too many goddamn times” has a ring to it.

 

-Pansy Parkinson

 

 

Harry,

 

You have always been a son to me, dear. I know it goes without saying, but if I learned anything from the war, it’s that telling people what they mean to you is a privilege, and something we should do as often as we can. So, and I don’t mean to be sappy love, I know you have big plans for tonight, but I simply have to tell you how proud I am of the man you have become. Happy Birthday, dear. (I’ve sent over some breakfast, though Ginny suggested maybe I shouldn’t have. Terribly sorry if I’ve interrupted anything. Draco’s favorites are in there too, just in case.)

 

-Molly

 

 

Harry!

 

Happy Birthday, you geezer. The Amazon is great, as promised, if a little hot for my taste. I’m sorry to be missing your evening tonight- there truly isn’t anything for it. They want me back at the University this Thursday, and I’ve got very little besides a sunburn to show for my time out here. Personally, I think they’ve been a little outrageous with the timing; researching Amazonian werewolf roots and ancient cures isn’t exactly a picnic, you know.

 

Enough complaining. How’ve you been? How’s Draco? Have you finally bucked up and popped the question? I assume not; someone would have owled, I’m sure. You really ought to do it soon, Harry. If you don’t, he will, and you know how terribly dramatic he is. Just think on it. Send my love to Grandma, would you? I miss her terribly. Oh, and you can have some too, of course.

 

-Teddy Lupin

 

 

Uncle Harry,

 

I know you aren’t awake yet. You are never awake before noon. Which is why, in approximately 28 minutes, if you don’t firecall mum (which you won’t) to tell her you’re getting ready, (which you aren’t), I’m coming over there myself to talk some sense into you.

 

You do realize how important today is? Happy Birthday. I’ll see you in precisely 27 minutes.

 

-Rose Granger-Weasley Future Minister for Magic

 

 

Uncle Harry,

 

Please be awake when Rose gets to your place, she’s in a scary mood this morning. Happy Birthday, and best of luck, because Mum isn’t much better by the looks of it.

 

-Hugo

 

 

Harry

 

Happy Birthday. I know you are prone to sleeping in, but Draco has been particularly high-strung about this evening and I would really encourage your punctuality this once. I will, unfortunately, be quite busy this evening, but I look forward to seeing you soon. Tea at the manor Wednesday, perhaps? Talk to Draco and get back to me. Oh, and you do look so ever lovely in green. Regards,

 

Narcissa Malfoy
—  Birthday Letters

Some reasons why Spider-Man: Homecoming is the best in no particular order :
-Peter speaks Spanish
-“it’s not Indians; it’s Native Americans”
-Aunt May doesn’t realize how hot she is but Peter does
-Tony “I sound like my father” Stark
-Cap’s videos
-“He’s a war criminal now but this is state required”
- “Can I be your guy in the chair?”
-“This was built by slaves and I don’t want to participate in that”
-“I’m just gonna be myself” “no one wants that Peter” “…dude”
-“Cap’s New Shield”
-“Thor’s new belt”
-“MY FRIENDS CALL ME MJ”
-“What are you doing?” “I’ watching…porn?”
-Michelle’s crisis drawings
-Happy being the biggest Pepper x Tony shipper since 2008.
- “If Cap wanted to lay you out he would’ve”
-“WHAT THE F—”

9

“I’m Muslim and I trust you. Do you trust me enough for a hug?”

I don’t know why people always blame all the muslims for crime. How can u believe that person is 100% muslim? Islam never teaches to kill innocent people. If  a muslim kills innocent people, then he is not a muslim. ONE DIRTY FISH CAN MAKE WHOLE RIVER DIRTY! I wish all the problems of the world were solved this way, respecting other ways of living and trusting each other. My congratulations to that brave man.

(Our tiefling warlock, Malveus, has a nasty habit of interacting with things by licking them. So far, this has included dripping dungeon walls, hallucinogenic mushrooms, a spider’s butt, a gray slime, and various other creatures.)
(Early on in our third session, the party comes across a corridor scattered with glowing crystals which shatter with a blinding light when handled roughly. A couple of us manage dexterity checks to collect a few, and then the expected happens.)

Malveus: I lick one.

DM: (exasperated) It explodes. And it takes all sensation in your tongue. You can still talk, but you can’t taste anything any more.

Malveus: What?! No!

Other warlock: Oh, man, that’s your special thing! How can you live without licking shit?

Malveus: Can I heal myself?

DM: A Lesser Restoration would do it, but none of you can cast that yet.

Malveus: (mutinous grumbling)

(We move on. After a minor scrap and some uneventful trekking through caverns, Malveus suddenly snaps.)

Malveus: I can’t take it any more! I need my freaking tongue back, guys! I summon Asmodeus to heal me.

(General commotion. Most of us think this is a stupid idea.)

DM: Fine, try it. But I hope you know just how high of a roll I’m going to make you –

Malveus: Natural 100.

DM: Bull!

Cleric: No shit, (DM,) he actually did it!

DM: Fuck. Okay, fine! Fine. Fuck it. Asmodeus the demon lord appears in a gout of sulphurous flame, and says, (scary voice) YES, MY SON?

Malveus: O my father, I beg of you, heal my broken tongue!

DM as Asmodeus: … WHAT THE FUCK, MALVEUS. YOU SUMMON ME FOR THIS SHIT? YOU’RE RIDICULOUS.

Malveus: Please, father, I –

DM as Asmodeus: SHUT UP, MORON. FINE, I’LL HEAL YOUR DAMN TONGUE. BUT IT’LL COST YOU YOUR SIGHT.

Malveus: Done!

Cleric: What? Are you nuts?!

Sorceress: Don’t be a damn fool!

Malveus: Guys, it’s fine. I can see through the eyes of my familiar, I’ll still be able to see. Ish. Totally worth it. Take my sight.

DM as Asmodeus: DONE. YOU’RE AN IDIOT. (regular voice) He heals your tongue, blinds you, slaps you across the back of the head and you take six bludgeoning damage, and then he vanishes.

Other tiefling: (waving cheerfully) Bye, Dad!

Malveus: I summon back my quozzit and put it on my head, so its eyes are about where mine are.

(So now our Malveus wanders through the Underdark with his centipede-formed familiar permanently affixed to the front of his face.)

Where Every Brown Sugar Baby Should Look for Her Next Sugar Daddy and Why

The more the game changes, the more it stays the same.

     Best friend, my first disappointment with sugaring came when I realized that sugaring sites were not for me. When I joined Tumblr, I was surrounded by stories of women who signed up for Seeking Arrangement and within an hour found their inbox full of messages from men willing to hand them the world or at least a pair of So Kate’s on the first date. When I joined Tumblr, I thought that I was going to command large allowances just because I existed, not because I did any work. I learned otherwise.

     My successes with sugaring came when I got very clear about what exactly it was that I was sugaring for. I realized that I couldn’t make myself care about designer goods. They’re pretty, and I loved looking at them on Instagram but dating a man so he could buy me luxury goods just did not seem like a lot of fun. But art supplies? Everything I needed to write a novel and maintain my blog? That sounded much more feasible. As soon as I committed to it, it happened. As soon as I got off the sugaring sites, it happened.  

     As an introvert, I did get off the sugaring sites, but it took me quite a while to get off the internet. I used Tinder to find the three gift daddies that I had. Last month, I went free styling for the first time.   

     There is a general horror around free styling that, trust me, I understand. If I didn’t have to leave my house, I wouldn’t. But I realized a few things. The sugar sites are not set up for you to succeed. We, as sugar babies, are the draw that is used to attract men with money and unrealistic dreams.  

     Do you want to have the perfect relationship? A young, beautiful, smart woman who will hang off your every word and, unlike escorts, will be with you and you alone for a fraction of the price that escorts are demanding? Sign up for a membership with our site at the low price of $39.99/month and become a sugar daddy tonight!

     While this might not be the exact language the sites are using, I guarantee if you go on any of the sugar sites you will see something similar being touted to men.  I also promise that the men that have the real potential to be amazing sugar daddies and give you things you didn’t believe that you could get aren’t on these sites.
     

     And, honey, maybe you haven’t noticed but online dating-sugar or vanilla- is not set up for black women to succeed. I’ll say it once more. You’re far more likely to find the man you’re looking for when you let go of the sugar sites.
So what happens next? Next, you change your mindset. There is one thing that needs adjustment, your attitude, in two different areas. The first is what a sugar daddy looks like. Maybe you don’t have this problem. But I do. I tend to find myself thinking that sugar daddies look a certain way. They’re white and in their 40’s-50’s. Most of them are married. But this isn’t what sugar daddies look like. They can be any age. They can be any race. They can be anywhere. When it’s time to free style, don’t think that if a Black man, an Asian man, a Martian, whatever, approaches you that because they don’t fit in with the idea of what you think an SD looks like you can’t pay any attention to them.

     There will be three types of men that you’ll meet when you go out: cheap men that would like your time and attention for free, men that will simply ask how much you want or make it known that they have no problem paying you, and men that are willing to spend money on you but need some type of connection with you first. Ugh, connection. Don’t you hate that word? Men should just hand us money because we asked for it right? We’re young, we’re beautiful, we’re smart. Just fork over the coins.

     But consider this. How often do you give money to complete strangers because they asked for it? How often have you walked up to an attractive or interesting looking person with $5 that you know you don’t need and said: “here this is for you just because you look cool or like you needed a little help”? Never right? If we were a society where that was the norm homelessness would not be an issue. No, we give our money to people we like, to people that have bettered our lives in some way, to people we trust. But, still. That word-connection. Months and months of dates. Maybe even putting out. That must be what I mean, right? Nope. Not what I mean at all. A connection can be made in 15 minutes or 15 months. It really just depends on how well your personality meshes with his.

     How do you tell these men apart? Let’s build a scenario, shall we? Let’s say you meet a man at a bar. You each talk a bit about who you are and what you do for a living. His job sounds promising. You don’t know exactly how much he makes but when you google it in the bathroom after touching up your lipstick you see that it’s an acceptable amount. He buys you a drink to continue the conversation you’ve already started, but when the night ends, he doesn’t pick up the tab you had started before he sat down. Splenda! Salt! That’s what Tumblr will tell you. I say wait. You spend some time texting. He says he wants to take you out. This is when we find out what kind of man he is by analyzing a few things:


  • Where does he want to meet? TGIFridays or one of the best restaurants/bars in the city. Look at where he wants to take you and why. If he asks you where you want to eat and then shoots it down because it’s overpriced or “just not his scene” you have two options: dig your heels in or run. My first meeting with Bentley took some time to plan because he shot down the restaurants that I chose as not being good enough for a first date. It was a good first sign. 
  • How and what do they order? We know what a man who doesn’t want to spend a lot of money looks like when he orders at a restaurant or bar. He asks if there are any discounts or deals. Asks what’s the best and cheapest drink or food item on the menu. Makes “jokes” about how expensive everything is. 
  • How do they look when you order? A man that asks if you want anything else after you’ve decided what you want is a keeper. A man that asks what you want scans the menu and then asks if you’re sure you want those things or if you’d be happy with something cheaper presents you with two options: to dig your heels in or run.
  • What are they talking to you about? A man that talks about sex as soon as he meets you only wants you for one thing and it ain’t playing cards. Now, if he’s willing to compensate you for that time in a way that you find acceptable, fine. Get your money girl. If you want a man that cares about you as an individual but he can’t stop talking about how well he’s doing on Viagra, you have two options. Dig in or run. I suggest you run, but this is your life, not mine
  • Do they listen when you speak? Do they remember what you said? I got my first laptop from a man who listened when I talked about wanting to write. I got my second laptop and art supplies from a man who listened to my business plan. If they can’t hear you, they can’t help you. 

     When the date is over, look at this man’s behavior. You’ll know if he’s the type of man that you can keep in your life. If he isn’t, let him go. LET HIM GO! Don’t, please friend, don’t hang on to a man because you don’t think that you’ll be able to get another. This game isn’t for the desperate that need quick cash because their life is falling apart. This is going to take time. You’ll find yourself getting dressed up and going out quite a few times before you find a man that you’re willing to stick with. If you understand this from the beginning, that reaching any goal is going to take time, you’ll be far less likely to fail.

     I’d like to give one piece of controversial advice. Do not ask for a gift or token or whatever you want to call it on the first date. Remember what we talked about earlier? About how we don’t give away our hard earned money to strangers or the undeserving? This applies here. And I know, I know. The posts of girls that say they asked for a gift and got one is so much more fun to read than what I’m saying, but here we are best friend, here we are.

     You do have one thing on your side. Men know that it is their responsibility to take care of the women in their lives. Vanilla men know this. They know. I’m going to say it one more time, best friend so it really sinks in. All men know that it is their responsibility to take care of the women in their lives. What’s more, they know that the younger and better looking a woman is, the more they will have to spend. Your job is not to convince a man to spend money on you. He already knows he should. Your job is to separate the men willing to spend from the men not willing to spend by opening up your mouth and talking about what you want. Talk about college and the class that you’re going to be taking, but god isn’t it crazy how expensive books are? Talk about how much you love to write, but your laptop broke. Talk about how you want to get into digital photography but don’t know what camera to get or if you can afford to buy one. Give it a couple weeks. The right man will show up with a laptop, or an iPad, or a book, or a camera or whatever it is you say you need. The wrong man won’t have made it past the first date.

Happy hunting, best friend.

Best friend, be honest, what did you think? Do you think you could ever get off the sugar sites? Go free styling? Do you think my approach makes any sense or is something that could work for you? Leave me a comment and let me know so we can talk about it.

OK, but please consider Trans Spiderman

- That scene in “Civil War” where Peter insists on being called “Spiderman”; not “Spiderling”, or “The Human Spider” (like Tony teased), but “SpiderMAN”

- Tony knows immediately, but doesn’t let Peter know that he knows. Just every once in a while, when Peter finds that he’s low on cash for new binders or hormone treatments, he’ll look in his account and find that a good sum of money has been transferred to him from the Stark account

- Also Tony is more than willing to provide the money needed when or if Peter decides to get top surgery

- Happy is clueless at first. He knows that the new kid is hiding something, but he doesn’t know what exactly. Once Happy confronts Peter about it and Peter tells him Happy is immediately supportive and he instantly sends out a mass email to everyone in Stark industries saying that anyone disrespecting Peter’s gender (or really anyone’s for that matter) will be immediately fired, and he insists on escorting Peter to any Pride marches that he decides to take part in, and he basically vows to go toe-to-toe with anyone who is transphobic towards his spider godson

- Aunt May of course knows (she was one of the first people Peter came out to), and she is more than happy to help her nephew with anything he needs to feel more at home with his gender. Needless to say the night he came home asking her for help with getting ready for homecoming her mind was instantly running a mile a minute with “Oh my god this is it this is the day my little boy is becoming a man oh my god he’s come so far I need to do whatever I can to make sure this night goes perfect I’ll tell him how to slow dance and I’ll get him a corsage for his date and oh shit he’s gonna want to wear a tie with his suit fuck I don’t know how to do a windsor knot Youtube help me”

- Bruh, that scene where Peter is interrogating that one guy and the dude is like “What’s wrong with your voice? I know what a girl sounds like”, and Peter immediately gets upset, yelling “I’M NOT A GIRL I’M A BOY!”


Please feel free to add on with anymore supporting evidence or headcanons

Promise*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Summary: Reader, being reckless gets hurt on a mission. Days later, when she gives her final report to her boyfriend Steve, it provokes an argument between them.
Word Count: 3.5k
Genre: general fiction containing explicit sexual content.
Warnings: argument, mild swearing, mentions of death. NSFW/SMUT: makeup sex, praise kink, soft dirty talking, nipple play, oral sex (female receiving), slow fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, and semi-protected sex. - This fic assumes Reader is on the pill. [Cover your stone before you bone!]
Author’s Note: especially written for @always-an-evans-addict‘s writing challenge. I hope you like this one, sweetie.

   New Avengers Facility

“Steve, you read my report and Wanda told you what happened. That’s it. Can’t we just move on?”

“That’s it? That’s it?!”

Behind the closed door of your boyfriend’s office, you uncomfortably explained yourself, keeping in mind that people around you could probably sense the walls vibrating under the force of your voices.

You’d never thought that blowing out the last Hydra base found in Argentina would provoke such a drama within the team, or between you and the super soldier. Usually, you and Steve argued about the group’s mistake, not yours. When the incident happened in South America, you realized that if Wanda hadn’t been there, you probably wouldn’t be alive today.

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Liability (Part 1)

A/N: FINALLY posting something. This is based off a recent even that happened in my life and I kinda needed to write it all down…let me know what you think! Especially since I haven’t written in forever! 

Dean x Reader, Sam, Jody, Claire

Word Count: 1000+

Warnings: Angst, Swearing

The two of you had avoided each other for weeks.

What went from hurtful words spewed at you in the heat of the moment, to you needing time, which then eventually led to the art of stonewalling that the two of you perfected in. And now here you were with this awful knot in your throat, your mind curled in on itself, two hands firmly holding the steering wheel, driving in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. You couldn’t even remember what the two of you had been arguing about in the first place, but the overwhelming sense of not being of any use to him, of being an inconvenience, a liability, was enough to have you putting as much distance as you possibly could from Lebanon, Kansas.

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