i tried my friends

a pretty good bad idea

pairing: Trini/Kimberly (Power Rangers

words: 2097

summary: With great power comes unexpected and awkward side effects. Also: kissing lessons. (Isn’t that how the saying goes?)

a/n: Guess who saw Power Rangers and is predictable trash? Guess who loves all that trope-y cheesiness? Guess who doesn’t remember how to write, but is doing it anyways? Me me me. Anyways, I tried to bring the cheese, my friends, but I’m just not capable of writing poetry like ‘Are we Power Rangers or are we friends?’. Alas.

WARNING for @smallandsundry : there is KISSING in this fic. (Also, no bear rangers.) Please avert your eyes.

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literally hamilton is always there at the back of my mind like I can’t even hear someone start a sentence with “meanwhile” without interrupting them with “mADISON IS GRAPPLING WITH THE FACT THAT NOT EVERY ISSUE CAN BE SETTLED BY COMITTEE”


Hanzo: brother no.

Genji: brother yes.

anonymous asked:

I can tell you've been through a bad breakup, what did your ex do for you to leave him? I've been following you for years and you're always so positive so I hate to see you down..

Our last encounter he locked me in a room for two hours and verbally abused me, damaged my shit, threw my phone and fucked it up so badly I had to get another one, at the same time he hit me and head butted me, and only left when I threatened to call my mum. I had a bruise on my head for over 10 days. He texted my mum abusive shit claiming I’m a hoe because I reblogged a guys picture on tumblr and even tried to turn my friends against me by telling them all the “bad things” about me. Which didn’t work - it just made him look foolish. I called a uber to take me to london to fix my phone and it happened to be a guy I went to school with. He stayed with me for 4hours and didn’t charge me. He brought me food, reassured my mum I was okay and even calmed down some of my male friends. An hour after my ex left, his mum then sent me abusive messages calling me “the angel of death” because I wouldn’t take her son back. The manipulative emotional shit he/ they did during the entire relationship only resonated recently. It was literally a nightmare disguised as love. If I ever see him with another woman I will warn her too and so will my friends regardless if they’re with me or not. I recently spoke to one of his old ex’s and she confirmed that that was the reason why she left too. So I’m glad I walked when I did. I felt stuck and knew shit would get worse. He apologised via email a few weeks later and then 2 weeks ago sent another email blaming me for everything lol. He’s still playing victim online too. It’s hilarious but scary at the same time. He was much older than me, so there’s really no excuse for his behaviour/ his reluctancy to change and seek help either.
I have 5 brothers and the only reason why I didn’t involve them, is because I know what they are capable of and they’re all in a good place now. Plus he really isn’t worth it. I informed the police and they have reassured me that if anything happens, they will take full force. My God brother is a police officer.

I’m good now though. Heartbreaks are hard, heartbreaks after dealing with narcissistic/ abusive people is even worse. I’m over it, and I’m in a really happy place. There are some amazing men out there 👀 and I’ll be damned if I let this fuckery prevent me from experiencing love in its truest form.

Emotional and physical abuse is very real and if you find yourself in that situation, put yourself first and run.


Somebody Catch My Breath

SPN Prompt Challenge | blissfulcastiel
Prompt: Flowers
Pairings: Destiel
Word count: 6k
Tags: Hospital au, kid fic, friends to lovers, angst, fluff

Castiel hates this place.

Most other eight year olds might be envious that he can watch TV all day and not have to go to school, but he despises every minute of it. He hates being too weak to walk around or do much anything but lay in this hospital bed all day, wondering how an innocent doctor’s visit for pneumonia spiraled into this – progressively becoming a permanent fixture of this hospital. He’s beginning to worry he might never get to go home. Not clean, that is.

Dr. Winchester’s confident Castiel’s on the road to recovery, but then why is he still sick? It’s been two weeks since his surgery, six since he started chemo, so why isn’t he showing any signs of improvement? Why aren’t his cell counts improving? Why can’t he ever take deeper breaths than the shallow ones he’s limited to now? The doctors may be optimistic, but Castiel’s not. How can you be when your body’s trying to kill itself?

“Stop glaring at your Jell-O and eat it already or I will,” Gabriel teases next to him.

Castiel glares at him. “Then eat it. I’m not hungry.”

Gabriel rolls his eyes. “You have to eat, Cassie. You’ve barely touched your dinner and breakfast.”

“It all taste like metal. It’s disgusting,” he wheezes, sparing enough energy to push away his tray of untouched food for emphasis.

Gabriel sighs. “I’m gonna have to tell Mary you’ve been making me lie for you if you don’t at least try.”

Castiel’s eyes widen. “Gabriel, please don’t. They’ll stick a tube in me or something.”

His brother leans over to push his food tray closer. “Then eat. I’m serious, Castiel. I’ll tell them.”

“Tell who what?” A feminine voice asks, making both Castiel and Gabriel jump. The friendly face that Castiel’s come to know too well approaches him, flipping through his chart and writing down his vitals from the ever beeping monitor beside him.

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Pokefemslash Day 9: First yuri ship?

i take your "tall girlfriend” and i give you… taller girlfriend