i can't remember the one on the lefts name

i’m usually the person who laughs during horror movies, because of how ridiculous and not scary they are, but “it” legitimately had some parts that scared the shit out of me. i mean i only laughed at the humorous parts of the movie (as should happen), and at my friend who was cursing next to me (also should happen). the majority of the time i’m left super disappointed with horror movies, but i left happy with this one…and paranoid like legit saw 3 or 4 red balloons tied up to random places on the way home i hate all of you.

oh my god, oh my GOD!!! i loved you, i loved you so purely and so wholly and you ruined it. you took my love and you tore it up and gave tiny pieces to all the girls who came after me and you ruined it. we were supposed to be happy, we were meant to be and you told me you’d never forget me, but what happens when he leaves me because i accidentally said your name instead of his and you don’t even remember what my favorite color is anymore??? what do i do when i lose everything i love because i can’t let go of the one thing that has been tearing me apart??? you told me not to worry, you told me you would never forget, but when was our first date? what did i order? what was i wearing? do you remember that you said you needed me? we were on our way to bigger and better things TOGETHER, and you left me behind.

anonymous asked:

pleaseee help! I've looked through the tags and searched ao3... it's a fic where Bucky was a detective, turned into the WS, then rescued and is now in witness protection and fake-married to steve who is his bodyguard. Sam, Tony, and Natasha and Clint are neighbours and so are two old ladies with whom Bucky has tea one day. Bucky ends up getting re-captured by Hydra but then rescued by Steve. It's one of my fave fics but I can't remember the name for the life of me! please help <3

i wanna say

Thirty-Eight Days and Counting by thecommodore_squid (orphan_account)

It didn’t escape him that Steve shared his assumed last name. “Are you gonna be my cousin?” Bucky asked dully.

Steve frowned. “Husband, actually,” he said easily, holding up his left hand to show a typical golden band.

Bucky scowled and closed the door.

An AU in which Bucky is put in the witness protection program and Steve is the agent hired to protect him/pretend to be his husband.

anonymous asked:

Hey I've been wondering about this fic series I always used to come across but I can't remember the name? It was a wolfstar raising Harry one, where James and lily died in a car crash. It was super popular and definitely a longish series but I can't for the life of me remember the name???

I know pommedeplume has an extensive raising harry verse/series, All That We Have Left. It sounds like it might be what you’re looking for. 

All That We Have Left, by pommedeplume
James and Lily Potter have been killed in a car accident leaving their one year old son, Harry, an orphan. In the midst of their grief, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black discover that the Potters have left guardianship of Harry to them.

American Idiot sentence starters
  • "Don't wanna be an American idiot."
  • "Welcome to a new kind of tension."
  • "We're not the ones who're meant to follow."
  • "Everything isn't meant to be okay."
  • "I'm the son of rage and love."
  • "There's nothing wrong with me, this is how I'm supposed to be."
  • "Everyone's heart doesn't beat the same."
  • "I don't care if you don't care."
  • "Everyone is so full of shit."
  • "We are the kids of war and peace."
  • "Land of make believe and it don't believe in me."
  • "Are we demented or am I disturbed?"
  • "I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize."
  • "This is the dawning of the rest of our lives."
  • "This is our lives on holiday."
  • "I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known."
  • "I walk alone."
  • "My shadow's the only one that walks beside me."
  • "Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me."
  • "I walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams."
  • "My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out."
  • "I'm the patron saint of the denial."
  • "An angel face and a taste for suicidal."
  • "I'll give you something to cry about."
  • "I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun."
  • "I really hate to say it but I told you so."
  • "I can't take this feeling anymore."
  • "Give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright."
  • "Kiss the demons out of my dreams."
  • "She's a rebel."
  • "She's a saint."
  • "She's the salt of the earth and she's dangerous."
  • "She's the one that they call 'whatsername.'"
  • "She's the symbol of resistance."
  • "She's holding on my heart like a hand grenade."
  • "Is she trouble like I'm trouble?"
  • "She brings this liberation that I just can't define."
  • "She's a rebel and she's dangerous."
  • "She's an extraordinary girl in an ordinary world."
  • "He lacks the courage in his mind."
  • "She's all alone again, wiping the tears from her eyes."
  • "Some days he feels like dying."
  • "She sees the mirror of herself, an image she wants to sell to anyone willing to buy."
  • "Some days it's not worth trying."
  • "Nobody likes you."
  • "Everyone left you."
  • "They're all out without you, having fun."
  • "Where have all the bastards gone?"
  • "He don't even know that you exist."
  • "You better run for your fucking life."
  • "This city's burnin', it's not my burden."
  • "There's nothing left to analyze."
  • "Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?"
  • "Where will we all go when it's too late?"
  • "I'm leaving you tonight."
  • "The innocent can never last."
  • "Please call me only if you are coming home."
  • "You taught me how to live."
  • "There's no signs of hope."
  • "What the hell's your name?"
  • "What's your pleasure and what is your pain?"
  • "Do you dream too much?"
  • "Do you think what you need is a crutch?"
  • "We're fucked up but we're not the same."
  • "Mom and dad are the ones you can blame."
  • "He's in his own world and he's daydreaming."
  • "Get me the fuck right out of here."
  • "I just wanna be free."
  • "Something went wrong and I can't tell anyone."
  • "I should have stayed home."
  • "Nobody likes you, everyone left you."
  • "I got a rock and roll band."
  • "I got a rock and roll life."
  • "We're coming home again."
  • "It turned out to only be a dream."
  • "I made a point to burn all of the photographs."
  • "She went away and then I took a different path."
  • "I remember the face but I can't recall the name."
  • "I wonder how whatsername has been."
  • "The regrets are useless."
  • "She's in my head from so long ago."

anonymous asked:

(Kid!Neil anon here again) I'm screaming in joy! You did a wonderful job with the kid!Neil prompt. So.damn. cute. By all means do go ahead and write more when you can. Btw all the best for your exams, if they aren't already over lol :)

( and for the other anons!! seems like a fan favorite?! damn. guess we’ve got good company on loving kid fics. )

( buuut because apparently I can’t write anything without making it somehow awful, warning for referenced child abuse. )

Post-cookie crying fit aside, Neil really was a great kid.

The second he was told to stop doing something, he stopped, and he only had to be told once if he wasn’t allowed somewhere or couldn’t do a thing. Combined with the big baby blues, red-dusted curls and hints of a rougher past in the bubbled skin on his shoulder and puckered bullet wound above his clavical, one glance was enough to send all the grown children crowding around scrambling to get him whatever he wanted.

After the eighth day of no successful cure, Allison shook her head at the pitiful second-hand stuffed animals Nicky had lent from his own private collection and demanded the Foxes help her shop for toys on her dime. The result was a mishmosh of dolls, rubber dinosaurs, bright orange nerf guns, new age gaming consoles with child appropriate, Italian plumber-ridden games, an overflowing box of legos, a practice Exy racquet and gear, and whatever other bauble or fluff caught their eye (save the Minyard twins, of whom tagged along but bought nothing). Wymack’s living room became a minefield of bright, bubbly gifts.

As with a real minefield, Neil treated them like they would explode if handled without care.

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name-of-the-wind-66  asked:

Is it possible that Meluan Lackless is Kvothe's aunt? I know it's mentioned in Name of the Wind that his mother used to be nobility or something before Arliden met her, and Meluan's sister left the family to become one of the Ruh, but I can't help but feel like there was some reason why it couldn't be possible for Meluan to be his aunt. I can't remember what it was but I'm almost sure there was something.

Yep absolutely! That’s a pretty well known theory :) There’s a hint in a song by Arliden: 

“Dark Laurian, Arliden’s wife
Has a face like a blade of a knife
Has a voice like a prickledown burr
But can tally a sum like a moneylender.
My sweet Tally cannot cook.
But she keeps a tidy ledger-book
For all her faults I do confess
It’s worth my life
To make my wife
Not tally a lot less”

The bold lines have been theorized to be a play on Netalia Lackless, or Laurian’s real name. Kvothe also found Meluan familiar somehow which seems to be another hint!

bronxterror  asked:

Okay, but? That kid from when Hinata was in middle school? The one who learned and played volleyball just so he could play in the tournament? Totally has a massive crush on Hinata, and I hate I can't remember his name.

Originally posted by ayyatos

These dorks? The one of the right is Izumi Yukitaka, his friend from the basketball team (probably why he was picked to be setter), and the left one is Sekimukai Kouji, soccer club buddy. The bambis in the background are nameless ichinen.

If I had to guess which one cares about Hinata the most, I’d say it was Kouji, because he cried and yelled when he thought Kageyama was being cruel to Hinata. And now the thought of him going to a different school having a crush on his old best friend kind of hurts my heart. :/

anonymous asked:

I was reading a fanfic a while ago where dans dad had left them and his mom died in a car crash and he had to live with Phil, and at one point I think phils brother was bullying dans brother. I can't remember the name but I'm pretty sure it was on wattpad

Can anyone help find this fic?

- Eliza

Eggsy has seen a lot of spy films, so he’s pretty familiar with this scenario.

It’s almost cliche and pretty depressing, being strapped down to a hospital bed at the mercy of someone holding a large as fuck hypodermic needle, but before Poppy had snatched the glasses off his face and neatly broke them in a half with a triumphant smirk, Eggsy managed to send a distress signal to Roxy. If there was anyone who could save his arse, it would be her.

“I thought the blast at your quaint little base would have wiped you all out, but I guess I was wrong,” Poppy now says, forehead creasing in irritated likes. “You’re like cockroaches, are you?”

Eggsy grins. “We’re pretty hard to get rid of, yeah,” he snarks. He knows he shouldn’t bait—Merlin’s tried and failed to get the snark out of him—but it’s all he has left. Stripped off nearly everything but his trousers, words are his only weapon. He can’t run or wiggle out of these bonds, but one thing Eggsy’s learned in the past year that time is essential. Time couldn’t be bought or bartered with, but if it was manipulated enough, it gave him time to think or clear his mind.

He had to think of a plan, and see if Jack is all right. Even though Charlie is a right wanker, he didn’t make it to the top three recruitment ranks by sheer snobbery alone. Charlie plays dirty, and although Jack does, too, the American agent has his occasional moments of sentimentality for human life.

Charlie doesn’t.

Poppy rolls her eyes. “And I’ll enjoy crushing you under my foot just as much.” She holds up the shining glass tube filled with something that looks like honey. “While my lackey takes care of that cowboy upstairs, I’m going to run a few tests on you before I unleash it into the public.”

Eggsy keeps pulling at his restraints, hoping that they’d slacken. Cuffs might have been easier to get out of. Then again, with nothing but his skivvies, he didn’t have a great chance of escaping them, either. “But I haven’t signed a consent form. Where are my rights?” He gives her a slightly charming smile, but makes sure to show her his canines. “Can you really destroy this handsome face? Because, let me tell you, a princess told me that it was the eighth wonder of the world. Well, that, and—”

“I can see you underneath all those mouthy remarks. The best ones at those are the emptiest.” Poppy gives him a simpler of mock pity. “You’ve lost too much, and you’re trying to sell the image of someone who has it all together. Well, this—” she runs just the needle’s tip along the soft inside of his elbow, “will strip it all away. In fact,” the point presses in, and Eggsy grits his teeth, willing himself not to make a sound, “this will make you an emotionless shell. A blank slate, if you will, and completely robotic. Shouldn’t be hard for you.”

“Fuck you,” Eggsy snarls, just as her thumb presses firmly down on the plunger.

He’s got to fight whatever he’s coming, and piecing together what she’s said and what Intel Merlin and Ginger have collected, Eggsy’s prepared for a complete reboot of his mind and body. He has to remember who he is, everything, both the good and bad.

He’s the oblivious little boy who took the shining medal with his chubby fingers, the tight-mouthed teenager who wore the medal on a chain and his heart buried deep down so no one could see, the trembling-voiced young man holding the medal in his fingers and saying the three words that changed his life.

He’s the hopeful, heart-on-his-sleeve new recruit of a secret organization, flying through the tests and exams and stealing into a hospital room at night. He’s the one who screamed in defiance against giving up the man who offered him a second chance and slurred a lot of soppy words after three martinis in the same man’s kitchen. He’s the man after the gunshot, who placed his heart in said man’s hands, who saw it being crushed, who saw it being ripped apart, too.

He’s the agent with the name of Galahad, one of the youngest in the organization, who is trapped here, now, screaming in the small room with tears running down his cheeks, nails biting into his palms, trying to remember—but it hurts—it hurts so much that he wants to give up—but he can't—he has to pull through, like always—

‘My name is Eggsy Unwin,’ he thinks, desperately. ‘I got to remember that, and that I don’t want to fail at this. I don’t want to go out, not when—’

“Oh, you’re a stubborn one,” Poppy murmurs, and Eggsy fights, fights against the cold in his veins, seeping into his mind—

Suddenly, the heavy metal door rattles, and Poppy, startled, jumps at the noise.


Roxy, Eggsy thinks drowsily from his now-convulsing body, but the figure strolling out of the shadows with a perfectly-tailored suit and hair parted on the left side, just a little over the eyepatch, is not the agent he had called for.

“You see, rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated,” Harry Hart says, right before he attacks.

anonymous asked:

Hi I got a question about this post u reblogged : bakagamieru(.)tumblr(.)com/post/137230672553/i-have-to-be-a-little-bit-more-mature-as-a-person : at the part where he says he has to be more mature and he hasn't got 3 lads in the hotel with him, do u think he could be alluding to that he might be close with his new team like that guy from his management (can't remember his name soz) that goes everywhere with him

I think there’s a big question as to whether Zayn said that at all and if he did, whether the context was the same as what the article portrayed it as.  You can’t trust print because you have no idea whether the person actually said that or their team just wanted it in the article.  

In this case, it’s implying One Direction are immature.  That fits with the narrative that solo Zayn is cool and better than the boy band he left.  This is something his team is pushing to help build his image and hopefully attract a demographic different from One Direction’s current fans in order to sell albums.  Since there’s a clear motive behind including that quote, it’s likely that Zayn never said it or never meant it in the way it’s being used.

What we’ve heard directly, verifiably, and uncut from Zayn’s mouth has been:

That’s it.  That’s all we can trust because you never know who’s behind the screen on the other side of a social media post or who exactly provided the quote a journalist is using and how they were told to use it.

buckybarmes  asked:

hello! there's a fic where Bucky/tws and Steve have to pretend to be a married couple in a suburban town. I remember that they've sat at a dock before and they've also gone to dinner parties while undercover. they end up really liking each other in the end, I'm pretty sure! I just can't remember the title for the life of me. does it sound familiar at all?

I’m pretty sure you mean this fic: 

this city bleeds its aching heart by Renne

The one where Steve and Bucky pose as a happily married couple while on a mission for SHIELD, to catch an international arms dealer hiding in a suburban neighbourhood.

@anon sent in 

Thirty-Eight Days and Counting by thecommodore_squid

It didn’t escape him that Steve shared his assumed last name. “Are you gonna be my cousin?” Bucky asked dully.

Steve frowned. “Husband, actually,” he said easily, holding up his left hand to show a typical golden band.

Bucky scowled and closed the door.

An AU in which Bucky is put in the witness protection program and Steve is the agent hired to protect him/pretend to be his husband.

And I honestly can’t believe I forgot this one!! 

Can we please talk about British politics at the moment because...

I mean look

All 3 of these women are from different parties and they are all basically campaigning in different parts of the UK yet… look at them, they’re like a group of best friends, a team. Fricken left wing badass women squad over here, tearing up Westminister one seat at a time. 

Look at this, seriously because my words are failing me, guys, this is awesome. Women supporting other women guys, come on!