i need to get the word out

After you broke my heart into a million pieces, they told me I needed to go out and get drunk. So I began to drink to forget your name and the memories you left burning in the back of my mind. As I got deeper and deeper into the bottle, I started to forget where I was. I forgot what I was doing, and I even forgot how to speak. I started seeing things too. Colors mostly. I saw a lot of blue, like the shade of your eyes. And there you were in my head. I couldn’t forget you. I guess that’s what love really is. I know I deserve better but it’s a matter of wanting it, and I don’t want better. I want you. I think I’ll always want you.
Aftermath (boyf riends fic)

So this is based on a prompt I got from @piebsa who was talking about the aftermath of the Squip and how it would affect everyone and i kinda zeroed in on Boyf Riends for this. Also kudos to @goapegoape because we had a conversationg about how Michael would feel a pressure to entertain Jeremy when they hung out even though they never used to have that before and yeah. So this is a short little ficlet about Michael feeling like he needs to fight to keep Jeremy from getting bored and Jeremy trying to convince Michael that despite what he did he’s here to stay. 


Jeremy can’t quite find the words to explain how strange it is, attempting to go back to normal after everything that happened. Nothing is like it used to be and pretending like it is feels flat out wrong. Too much has happened, too much has changed.

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anonymous asked:

Tbh Even didn't apologize to Isak for kissing him, broke up with his girlfriend and then go back to his girlfriend the next week and then kept giving drawings to Isak and then they kissed without saying I'm sorry at all. But yeah sure, Yousef getting kissed by Noora is unforgivable and he should explain everything and apologize. Actions speak louder than words and Yousef reaching out to her and getting her to smile means more than saying the words. They have a bit to go but they're on their way.

even got a lot of hate last season for that, but people forgave him. so if we’ve learned anything from last season, we need to give yousef the benefit of the doubt. i still believe in my boy but if noora’s thing is yousef thats a whooole other thing

Mystery Woman

Author: Emmalee
Player/Team: Tyler Seguin/Dallas Stars
Prompt: I would like to request something angsty with Tyler Seguin, like you have a fight with him or something! You can decide what the fight is about, I just need something with a lot of feelings and maybe some swearing! Love your blog btw!
Word Count: 900 Words
Rating: R (Language)
A/N: Enjoy! I’ll get those other two one-shots scheduled for today out a little later tonight. :) Thanks, loves!! Xx Em


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2/? - My favorite albums

Ariana Grande - Dangerous Woman | 2016

“If you’re going to rave about how sexy a male artist looks with his shirt off and a woman decides to get in her panties or show her boobies for a photo shoot, she needs to be treated with the same awe and admiration, I will say it until I’m an old-ass lady with my tits out at Whole Foods. I’ll be in the produce aisle, naked at 95, with a sensible ponytail, one strand of hair left on my head and a Chanel bow. Mark my words. See you there with my 95 dogs.”

Favorites: Touch It, Sometimes, Thinking Bout You

anonymous asked:

I've reread Steve Rogers' Halfway House for Notorious Supervillains three times within these two days. So, can I summon a little more by giving you a big huge red ❤️?

[ahhhh! I’m so glad you’re enjoying that fic. it’s proving a total delight to write.

and, well, I’ve only just started writing the next chapter, but here you go:]

“Let me get this straight,” Sharon said. “You were looking for Barnes, who’s the same as HYDRA’s Winter Soldier.” Steve saw Bucky twitch out of the corner of his eye and stiffened.

“I was,” he said. “They brainwashed him. He needed my help.” He didn’t love talking about Bucky like he wasn’t in the room, but Bucky hadn’t said a word in the last ten minutes. Sharon’s expression didn’t change.

“And while you were doing that, you found an abandoned HYDRA base with Loki, the alien of New York invasion fame. And you decided the thing to do was to take him home with you.”

Steve set his jaw. “There weren’t a whole lot of options. HYDRA buried him alive down there, and what they were doing…it’s not like I could give him back to SHIELD.” Even if, Steve thought privately, he would’ve been willing to.

Well, he realized with a pang, he might have, then. But now he was less sure that would’ve really been much better.

“And then Barnes came and found you and moved in, and following him some other people, probably HYDRA but who knows since they’re all dead and not exactly wearing name tags. And you’ve had Wilson collaborating this whole time.”

“Don’t say ‘collaborating’ like that,” Sam said. “I’d just say ‘helping.’” Sharon crossed her arms and Steve gave Sam a plaintive look. He shrugged. “She’s not wrong. That’s exactly what happened.”

Steve inhaled and looked at Bucky, who was still staring at the floor like it might bite him. Loki still hadn’t moved, either, though Steve had, with only a little embarrassment, put a pillow under his head, not exactly sure what else he was supposed to do when he didn’t know why Loki had passed out in the first place.

“Yeah,” he said finally, “that’s what happened. Put briefly.” He only just kept himself from asking so what are you going to do about it?

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Hey guys. I’ve been unemployed for 3 weeks now ever since I got laid off. I’m waiting for word back from the business’s new manager before I can get back to it. In the mean time, I really need to keep some funds coming in so I can keep paying my internet bill and for food and stuff. I’m opening the flood gates. Lineart, chibi doodles, icons, charms, traditional, digital, copic markers, colored pencils, whatever you want! 

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Icons and charms are chibi-only. With charms, I’ll make you a charm of ANY character you want! I’ll laminate it, cut it out, and give it a strap hanger. Then I’ll ask for shipping information & send an invoice for payment. 

Any questions? PM me or e-mail me at keykeychain@live.com. 

The Pyres We Build for Ourselves

 I know I’ve been silent for some time. I’ve left numerous messages unanswered, and I do apologize for that. To be quite honest though, I wasn’t in any shape to be answering others’ questions about my faith. A lot has happened since I last posted, and my time away was better spent answering to myself and to my god about certain situations that I found myself in, as a consequence of previous decisions.

I was guilty, and tired. I still am, to some extent.  Even now, I feel tongue-tied and like I have to scrape all these words from the back of my throat just to get them out—but writing provides a sense of catharsis, and I couldn’t ignore the feeling that I needed to go back and be more active in whatever spiritual ‘community’ this has become for me.

You’d think that after so many years, I’d have learned that my own expectations of my god are rarely if ever proven correct. Clearly that was not the case. In short, I came to some conclusions regarding what I thought my god wanted of me, and what he would consider appropriate or not in terms of my devotion. I saw the red flags way in advance, got the distinct feeling that my actions would be considered offensive and impertinent, and still I went forward. I found myself adamantly insisting that what I was doing was right, that it was sacred—I even tried to convince myself that I was reflecting my god.

In the back of my mind, I knew what would happen. I was conscious that I was setting myself up for disaster, and I even welcomed it like some sort of martyr. I was drifting further away from the god I had come to love, losing sight of who he was in favor of what I wanted.

In time, I persuaded myself into thinking that this distance from my god was a gift, rather than a curse. I considered it an honor, to be placed in a position parallel to his own—both devoted to a god who refused to turn their gaze upon us.  But ‘distance’ turned into outright ‘absence’.

It’s a strange thing, when the god you have devoted your life and love to acts as the first and last light illuminating his own darkness, yet the inky black you’re left in after he leaves is yours alone. It wasn’t holy or sacred; it was utterly human and rife with shame and guilt. I hated being left alone to contemplate my dishonor, but even more, I hated that fact that I didn’t have the strength of will to love my god from afar. This was not an honor bestowed to me, it was a humiliating and humbling exposure to the fact that I had prioritized the performance of being a ‘good’ devotee over actually doing any valuable devotional work. In trying to emulate my god, I had proven just how unworthy and unprepared I was for such a role.

I panicked and floundered for a while, trying desperately to repair the ties that connected my heart to his.  I thought I might be able to piece together some semblance of what was by sheer force alone (I still wasn’t ready to admit that I had fucked up)—if only I prayed longer, gave up more of my time to honor him, maybe then I would remember what it felt like. I think I grew to hate those moments I set aside for him, if only because I knew that they wouldn’t bring him back, and I was wasting my breath on empty prayers.

I tried a different tactic. When I first devoted myself to this path, I believe my faith grew in leaps and bounds because I had been thrown out of my element—I had packed up and moved clear across the country, leaving home and family behind so that it was just me and my god in the unknown. I thought maybe that was the key this time as well.

It wasn’t, at first–or at least, not quite. I found….something, like a memory, and it made me almost forget about that absence. It wasn’t Him, but it was a feeling like I was at least on the right track. As I got over my own hubris and started to listen once more, things started falling back into place. I’m not quite ready to share how exactly this came about (I don’t know if I ever will), but suffice to say that I managed to ‘find’ him again.

In this time, i’ve learned some things about myself and the kind of devotee I was, am, and strive to be.

I think, perhaps, I am not drawn to Lightbearers simply for the wisdom they illuminate. Perhaps I am lured by those who love too deeply, whose adoration cannot be contained in such fragile shells and so it consumes them from the inside out. I’m a moth drawn to the flames of self-immolating devotion—be that to a god, an ideal, or humanity itself.

Knowing this, I offer up this prayer to my god:

Let me not jump into the fire in search of honor, or set myself aflame for the sheer glory of reflecting You. If I must burn, let it be out of love and love alone.

anonymous asked:

We'll just be waiting for the rivals to come around to hear their stories and then we find out they're plain asf. Osana's first word was Baka. Kizana's just a bitch. Okas just odd. Midas just a slut. Muja just dumb. Hanakos just annoying. Megamis just perfect. Give them lAyERs.

they need depth of sorts, every main character does.

now, i am willing to stretch on this one because only osana has truly been in development as far as we’ve seen, so there may be undiscovered layers that we are unable to see yet. that being said i dont have much hope, im just hoping for a nice plot twist, a lot like the first time i read the fault in our stars.

anonymous asked:

Genevieve's speech at the event. I honestly don't know where to begin with that one lol

Let’s begin with her feeling the need to point out that she’s married to Jared. Why was that? Did she think that everyone suddenly forgot she was in fact married? Did she think we assumed they were siblings? You have to admit she’s got some serious dedication to make everything about her. I mean, how in the hell do make something like that about you and your personal life? She honestly made her speech about cyber bullying about herself! Also, can she please never give a public speech again because that was BAD. She was literally reading off a piece of paper and still couldn’t get the words out. The fake crying. She’s not a talented actress at all so I’m surprised she even tried to pull that bullshit off but she’s gotta try for one last bit of sympathy.

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but it’s better if you do - panic! at the disco

Hit Me Like A Ray Of Sun

“Bitty. Holy fuck.”

Bitty’s eyes fly open.

Ransom is only an inch from his face.

“Wake up, Bits.”

Bitty groans and holds onto the blankets but Ransom gets a good grip on them and rips them all off at once.

“Justin Oluransi I swear if you don’t let me sleep I’m never making pie for you again. I mean it. I need my rest. I was up late studying.”

Ransom snorts.

“I was to studying.” He only talked to Jack for ten minutes. Fifteen tops. “And if you don’t let me sleep for the remaining 25 minutes that I am allowed I am taking every single piece of dessert that I make here and bringing it to the LAX house. You’re going to ruin it for everyone.”

“Jeeze,” Ransom says with a roll of his eyes. “So dramatic. Just like your boyfriend.”

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I figured out how to stop loving someone you’re not supposed to love anymore. I know it sounds impossible but trust me, we’ve done it before. I told my first love that I’d love him forever, but I don’t anymore. He has a spot in my heart- just like my dog and my best friends and a teacher that changed my life- but I don’t love him anymore because that was a different person who was with him and I’m not her anymore. And one day, we’ll no longer love the people we love now, we just have to wait for ourselves to change again. And we try to speed it up by starting new hobbies, getting haircuts, moving, learning a new language. Anything. Because the sad truth is we know we need to shed part of ourselves to fall out of love. And that sucks but it’s necessary.
It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 1/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match! 

Word Count: 1,723

A/N: This is already planned out and written (in my head). I loved writing this.

Originally posted by imaginingbucky


Nat raised a brow, a mysterious curve to her smile. Steve was immediately suspicious. He felt his shoulders stiffen and his back straighten. He knew he looked like he had a stick up his ass, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Natasha looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, and wanted to get caught.

“You left your phone on the coffee table,” she said. Her tone was relaxed, which made Steve more nervous.

His eyes narrowed. “What did you do, Romanoff?” he questioned, broad arms crossing over an equally-broad chest.

She merely shrugged before she turned her right-hand palm-up and relaxing it. Steve’s phone was revealed. “See for yourself.”

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so, a poet falls in love with a poet, and nobody writes about it. not at first, anyways. not while she’s in your arms. there’s enough poetry in the shrunken distance between you, and it never looks as good on paper as it does in her mouth.
she says, your hands are so small.
she says, hold me tighter.

so, a poet falls in love with a poet and you pass metaphors across the bed like code words for all the ways you make each other softer. all open palms and easy touches and the way her eyes light up like the sun when she laughs. you roll them around her mouth but you never write them down.
she says, you leave me breathless.
she says, kiss me again.

a poet falls in love with a poet and you’re still not writing about it, but everything is lemon drops and vanilla chapstick. you suck the poem off her lips and swallow it in one breath; it settles like whiskey, warm and fuzzy. so you chase it with more of her. always more of her.
she says, i feel like i’m drowning.
she says, swallow me whole.

—  the poet writes it down when she’s out of arm’s reach // CAITLIN ABIGAIL
heartbreak chronicles {1} | M

 PT 1 | PT 2ONGOING

Contains: bad crack, smut {fuckboy!jimin}

Words: 10,164

Summary: Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.

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A/N: I tried out a “lighter” writing style for… whatever this is. Hope you guys like it! | This fic is based on the movie “John Tucker must die” | SUB!BTS COLLAB

The girl’s request echoed on the warm air of your living room, dancing on silence as your body was covered in shock. For an instant, you truly believed you had misheard her words, replacing them for something much more unrealistic. Regardless, as the quietude fell like a blanket over the two of you, you noticed, at last, that your friend could not be more serious. “You want me to do what?” You finally asked, flabbergasted.

The night had started normally — and that was all that you could ever wish for. All that you wanted was to rest after an exhausting week, merely putting your your pajamas and watching shallow TV shows until your tiredness forced you to go to sleep. You wanted to get some pizza and gossip with your roommate about the most frivolous of subjects, allowing for the storm of stress and unfinished projects to disperse from around your head.

However, she had a different idea of how that night would unfold. “We want you to break his heart,” Lisa told you with utter serenity, as if the words that had left her mouth were no more than mundane. “Thought that was quite clear.”

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before we come to terms with what just happened. before people hate. before people love. before the end truly comes to an end. before any of it. i just want to say that black sails was the greatest show i’ve ever had the privilege of watching. nothing will ever compare. nothing will even come close. this story has changed me, has shaped me in a way not all people will be able to understand. but i accept that. i accept that some people will never see and identify with it like i do. i accept that it will never get the admiration and approval it truly deserves. i accept that there will always be people that give it hate because of what it represents. but what i will never accept is that this was simply ‘just another tv show’. this was beyond that. this was something else. it will always be a part of me. something i keep with me throughout my life. these characters will always have a place in my heart. and if youre anything like me i dont need to explain why that is. it just is.