i will be replacing this soon

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Some of my favorite cheese boards I have done over the past few months. (Technically speaking, the day job DOES involve art. Sometimes. But it’s mostly cheese.)

Various pastels on a plastic chalkboard: hopefully we will be replacing it with a more forgiving board soon!

anonymous asked:

Do you think Doc sustained any permanent injuries from the '54 wreck and if so, what kind of injuries would they be/how would they affect him now?

ABSOLUTELY. WHY DO YOU THINK HE WAS TAKEN FROM US SO SOON.

Yeah, but I bet he totally had some permanent damage. Reconstructive techniques back then were nothing compared to what they have today. They were likely unable to replace several parts completely because they didn’t have the technology to keep him alive while they did the procedure.

My headcanons are that his frame was always a bit crooked, and that he’d had his suspension adjusted to hide it. All his body panels were easily replaceable, so he’d always look fine from the outside. They were unable to completely replace his drivetrain, so they rebuilt his engine and transmission. It performed flawlessly for him in normal driving conditions, but it had been damaged so that the doctors had told him he couldn’t race again. (He of course ignored this and was gonna do it anyway.) The training with Lightning really took its toll on him.

So yeah. All his injuries were beneath the surface, and no one but him knew about them up until the day he died. He always told himself he’d rather live happy for a short time than be miserable for a long time. Even though he knew the speed was killing him, he didn’t regret it. Not one bit.

krazykay-16  asked:

what type of drawing program do you use? Also, what tablet do you use

I use Paint Tool SAI and 

 Wacom Bamboo Create Pen and Touch Tablet (CTH670)


There are other options you can get though, like I was thinking about replacing my tablet soon with something from Huion. And there are some other options too for Paint Tool SAI, such as FireAlpacaKrita, or MediBangPaint!! 

I hope these are helpful and wish you luck!

@krazykay-16

Catchup replies
wannabecatwriter replied to your photoset “Thunder and Lightning (3 of 4) It gave him time to think.  He’d been…”

All that waiting finally paid off ;)

Yeah *sheepy* these are the kind of relationships I love writing, revealing secrets like onion skin, one layer at a time. Will he trust her completely or will there be a “just how many layers are there?” moment of frustration? 

ktarsims replied to your photoset “Thunder and Lightning (1 of 4) Her extreme pleasure was soon replaced…”

Secrets, mist, and mysteries.

And many more…

ktarsims replied to your photo “So your dad and I were wondering…” She snapped out of her glazed…”

LMAO. xD

I am tickled to death everyone enjoyed them being real Dads :)

declarations-of-drama replied to your photoset “Thunder and Lightning (1 of 4) Her extreme pleasure was soon replaced…”

This makes me think about everything that is good and bad about long term relationships. *Goes away to ponder*

Though shalt not reflect or ponder!
declarations-of-drama replied to your photoset “Tsotinu had done a great deal of thinking while on his own. Gone…”

Such a gentleman. And smelling of Magnolias. Mmm

Ok that maybe, I love the smell of magnolias

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “Busy with chores, they’d both looked longingly at each other the last…”

Such sweeties. And romantics… We see your traits coming out in your writing girl! :D

*ahem* llamashit :P

A list of ways Junkrat has tried to steal one of my orbs:

  • While meditating by the cliffs this morning, he crept up behind me and took an orb from its orbit. I let him get nearly back to the base before I recalled it.
    • Unfortunately, he did not manage to let go of the orb in time, so I ended up accidentally dislocating his shoulder. He became Dr. Ziegler and I’s first patient for the day. In addition to the dislocated shoulder, we found:
      • 1 small cut on his chin
      • 3 large abrasions on his hip, shoulder, and knee (from being dragged five feet across the ground before he finally clued in and let go of the orb)
      • 1 mysterious bruise
      • 8 miscellaneous burns
  • He tried to snatch an orb on his way out, but this time, I stared him down until he released it.
  • While I was preparing Dr. Ziegler’s lunch, Junkrat tried to pick-pocket an orb while walking past. I waited until I was leaving the kitchen before I recalled it, the orb rocketting out of his pocket and toppling him over in his chair.
  • After he picked himself up, he tried a dash and grab, but tripped over his own bootlaces before he made it three steps.
  • Let it never be said that Junkrat is not clever: just around 3pm, he realized that if he draped himself across my back and distracted me with cute animal pictures, I would be completely vulnerable.
    • He very nearly got away with it, but Dr. Ziegler pointed out that how odd it was for Junkrat to behave that way towards me. I had to chase him all the way to the engineering workshop, and tackled him through the doorway, but I was able to successfully retrieve my orb.
      • Junkrat had to return to the infirmary because he cracked his head rather hard and I worried about a concussion. His head was fine, but we found more scrapes, bruises, and minor burns.
  • Dinner arrives. Junkrat tries to replace an orb with an apple, but Hana sees him. Soon, everyone is sticking random objects into my orbit. This lasts past dinner and continues until Torbjorn storms in demanding to know where his scrap metal is. It is in my orbit, along with:
    • several spoons
    • a coffee mug
    • the apple
    • a bag of D.Ritos
    • Snowball
    • Genji’s faceplate and several shurikens
    • an entire case (unopened) case of Mt. Dew
    • five grenades
    • twelve rainbow colored gel pens
    • a cellular phone
    • Hanzo’s hair ribbon
    • Hanzo’s arrows and the quiver (separate)
    • four Pachimari keychains
    • and one very confused and unhappy Ganymede
      • Reinhardt grabbed Torbjorn and tried to add him to the cloud, but I told him that it was either one angry dwarf, or many small objects, but not both.
      • They chose one angry dwarf.
      • I am so sorry, Torbjorn. I should not have laughed, but I did.
  • Junkrat tried to take an orb while Torbjorn was floating in angry circles around me, but Lena caught him and made him give it back.

There is still time tonight that he might yet try again, but it is getting later, and there are now several people in the room with me, so hopefully he will give it a rest. He looks very absorbed in a Rubik’s cube at the moment.

Truth Serum (Voltron thing)

So I was looking at Harry Potter stuff (this is related trust me) and it was a post about Veritaserum. It’s a truth serum that only needs three drops to work (according to Snape in The Order of the Pheonix…I think…anyway) and I had Voltron on the back of my mind and I thought “What if the paladins accidentally drank something like that.” And so this came along.

  • One day Allura brings out five cups that have water(?) in it.
  • When asked what it is she tells them it’s an Altean truth serum. When consumed in small amounts the drinker is forced to tell a single truth. Just a single truth. She mixed it with water so it’s a small amount.
  • But when taken in large amounts it can make you tell the truth for days or weeks. But never longer than two weeks. Or else they DIEEEEEEEEEEE *ahem*
  • Like they immediately drop dead.
  • Anyway, after they drink it Allura says the exercise is they have to say a random nice thing about a teammate. They do that. (Can’t be bothered to write it)
  • But not even after an hour.everyone notices something is off…
  • They ask Allura if it was the drink. She takes a blood sample saying it is the only way to figure out.
  • It’s the end of the day so everyone goes to bed
  • The next day no one even has to know what the blood test results are. The serum is still in effect. Allura comes and tells them that the serum is still in effect and it should last about a week.
  • So someone (I imagine this would be Pidge or Lance) decides that the most logical thing to do is play Truth or Dare. Because they can’t lie!
  • Somehow they all agree.
  • IMAGINE THE LANGST
  • IMAGINE THE SHIPS THAT WOULD BE REVEALED. K L A N C E
  • J u s t
  • “Lance truth or dare?”
  • “Truth.”
  • “If you had to date anyone on the team who would you date”
  • and without skipping a beat “Keith”
  • B L U S H I N G  A N D  P I N I N G  H A P P E N S
  • *Then soon after*
  • “Keith truth or dare?”
  • “Truth”
  • “Would you date Lance?”
  • And without skipping a beat: “Duh”
  • “Lance truth or dare?”
  • “Truth.”
  • “If you had to kick someone off the team who would you?”
  • “Me.”
  • “Why?”
  • “Because I’m replaceable.”
  • Then our Keithy boy says “Lance you’re not replaceable.”
  • Lance is about to say something and then he stops and has the thought. He can’t be lying. He can’t lie.
  • Soon they stop playing and Klance shizzzzz happen. Yeah I don’t feel like writing more

Someone write this and tag me >~

Language Rant

The thing that really gets me about monolinguals/people uninterested in linguistics is the strange need to label languages as objectively/inherently difficult.

Any linguistic feature that may seem, at the surface level, to be a challenge, is often that much of a challenge to not have. When learners complain that German/Russian/Greek cases are superfluously complicated, they seem to forget that for those who speak using cases natively, it seems like such a limitation to not have them. Suddenly the precision of who is doing what to whom is murky, and word order is now strictly confined to the chains of SVO.

Many are quick to label the tones of east Asian languages as a nonsensical or a confusing system. For those who use tones natively, it would seem absurd not to have them. To avoid them, many languages are required to make use of an extremely vast phonology, and words become quite lengthy to compensate for this diversity. Imagine having this skill for intonation and having to power it down until the occasional tone used for a question arises.

People are quick to label the verbs of romance languages as pesky and convoluted. It is these seemingly daunting conjugations that allow listeners to know precise specifics about who is doing what, in addition to the time and manner, all in a single word. For speakers of other languages, this would require additional mentioning of subject pronouns, grammatical particles, and time/location words, in order to achieve the same clarity.

In the end, it is the absence of features that can be just as irksome, complicated, or intimidating. Language has been created for humans by humans.

If there were a language so inherently difficult that a native speaker couldn’t easily tackle it before puberty, it would probably be quickly replaced, as soon as a language more suitable for humans came into play.

The takeaway here is that these man-made tools are just that. The only meaningful comparison to judge innate difficultly is a comparison to one’s native tongue. Hard for you? Perhaps. So intrinsically difficult that a native-speaking toddler still couldn’t babble in it? Doubtful.

#angst #comfort #teacher

Prompts: @assassinsdragons
Author: @queenofthyme

Harry was on his way to the kitchens during one of his free periods – it wasn’t technically breaking the rules to visit now that he was a Hogwarts teacher – when he heard it.

“- said no. That’s dangerous. Put it down please Miss Perkins. Mr Calloway! That’s not for –“

Harry ducked his head into the classroom. Malfoy was running around the room frantically, putting out fires – both metaphorically and one real one. He had clearly lost all control over his students.

Harry had become a teacher as soon as Hogwarts had reopened – he’d already had some practice teaching from his time leading Dumbledore’s Army, and of course his status as the Wizarding World’s saviour made it quite easy to win the respect of his students.

Malfoy, on the other hand, well, it had taken him a few years to rejoin the wizarding world – he and his mother had travelled for a while, keeping out of sight. And after that it was still difficult for him to find a job – nobody wanted to employ an ex death eater. Malfoy didn’t know it, but Harry had convinced McGonagall to invite Malfoy in for an interview this year – seeing as the Potions Teacher position was open.

The interview had gone well – Malfoy had been quietly studying Potions in his time abroad and was always something of a prodigy anyway – but when it came to the actual classes…the students were ruthless. They weren’t as forgiving as Harry, not as eager to show an ex-death eater their respect. It didn’t help that Malfoy overcompensated by being a pushover – he must not have wanted to give parents any reason to accuse him of cruelty.

Harry couldn’t stand watching any longer. He walked into the room. “Silence!” He said loudly over the racket.

The students all paused and turned to face him, their demeanor changing instantly. It wasn’t that they were afraid of him. That wasn’t how to teach. It was respect.

“Miss Perkins,” Harry began gently, “Please return the bubotuber pus to the storerooms. You are not to touch top shelf ingredients until fifth year. Mr Calloway, please do not place your cauldron on the open flames upside down. It will become damaged and I’m sure your parents won’t be keen on replacing it out of their pocket. As for the rest of you, there’s only twenty minutes remaining of class, I suggest you make headway on your potion. What is it they are supposed to be making, Professor Malfoy?”

He turned to Malfoy for the first time since entering, and was fixed with a steely glare. Perhaps interrupting the class had been too far.

“Pepperup Potion,” Malfoy replied through gritted teeth. Yes, definitely too far.

Harry cleared his throat. “You heard the Professor. Pepperup Potion. Get to it.” He made to leave, but Malfoy stopped him, an arm on his elbow.

“Going so soon, Professor Potter? Perhaps you should just finish the class for me?” He whispered snidely.

“I didn’t mean to overstep my – “

“But that’s what you always do, isn’t it? You always have to play the hero.”

“You can talk – if you weren’t always playing the damsel in distress, I wouldn’t have to save you so much,” Harry retorted, careful to keep his voice down. He didn’t want to argue in front of students. “Besides, you’ve never complained before. I thought perhaps you liked it when I came to your rescue.” Or flirt in front of students.

Malfoy’s face reddened delightfully. “I don’t need – I can handle my students on my own.”

But he couldn’t. Harry had already seen that.

Harry leaned in closer, keeping his voice low. “Look, Malfoy, you don’t have to be cruel. But you can’t let them get away with things either. If you show weakness, even for a second, they all see it. The trick is to sound like you have control even as it’s slipping through your fingers. I know you’re good at what you do, and I bet you can be a great teacher. You just need to be strong.”

Malfoy’s nostrils flared, and Harry suspected he was considering the consequences of punching Harry in the middle of a classroom but after a moment he relaxed, dropped the tension from his shoulders and nodded at Harry. “Thank you,” he said so quietly Harry wondered if he had imagined it.

Harry decided to go for broke. “I could always give you some more tips, you know, over a drink at Rosemerta’s?”

Malfoy’s eyebrows jumped up to the very top of his head. “Are you asking me on a date?” He whispered, his eyes darting between the students and Harry.

Harry saw something in Malfoy’s eyes that gave him the confidence to be upfront about it. Playing coy was their teenage game. “Yes,” he said simply.

Malfoy hesitated a moment – Harry suspected he was also battling the same internal struggle – before agreeing with a quiet: “Okay.”

Harry smiled in glee. He raised his voice: “Pick me up at seven?”

Malfoy’s eyes widened. The students all looked up. Malfoy nodded with the slightest tilt of his head.

Harry winked. “It’s a date!” He called out loudly as he left the room.

He could hear the students behind him:

“Are you seeing Professor Potter, Professor Malfoy?”

“Does he still have the Elder Wand, Professor Malfoy?”

“Is it true that he died twice, Professor Malfoy? He won’t tell us. But if you’re dating – “

Malfoy’s voice rang out into the hallway: “You can ask questions about Professor Potter after you’ve finished your potions.”

Harry smiled. Malfoy would earn their respect by his own merit soon enough. In the meantime, Harry was happy to help, especially if it meant he got to date Professor Malfoy.

more like this l @queenofthyme

My new manager fired me. I fired his store.

This happened about 6 years ago.

I worked at (store that sells donuts that you may or may not dunk) that was in a somewhat far off location from the rest of the city in a relatively new shopping center. I was there when the store opened, and we never really got much traffic, but there was two large car clubs that came out twice a week to meet, and chat, and generally bring our store a lot of traffic. We were told that the clubs pretty much keeps the store afloat.

I worked there for a long while, and my manager was awesome. She did a great job of keeping everything stocked, gave out hours to people who actually worked their ass off instead of playing favorites, and she was never unfair about warnings or suspensions.

One day, she got seriously ill and had to quit. I never knew the details, but it was serious enough for her to quit her job. Then comes Swagger McA**hole, our new manager. Now, Swagger McA**hole had all the charm and wit of a rabid chihuahua. He was a generally angry man, and thought himself to be above everyone else in the store. He popped the collars of his button up shirt like he was going to bring that trend back from the dead. Needless to say, Swagger McA**hole wasn’t well liked.

He fired and replaced people left and right for usually petty or outright wrong reasons, and I was the last one standing, because for some reason, I was always asked to make the regular’s coffee, because I would remember their names, what they wanted, and how they liked it, and I usually had it in the process of being made as soon as I saw them walking up to the door. The car clubs knew me by name.

Enter Hannah Handjob. She started hanging around the store. A lot. Swagger McA**hole and Hannah Handjob would often hang out in the Manager’s office, sometimes with the door closed. Like we didn’t know what the fuck they were doing. A short while later, I find myself fired for some bullshit reason. I think what was written on my exit paperwork (which I refused to sign) was “wasting inventory”, whatever the fuck that meant.

Sorry for the long backstory. Here comes the revenge part. Remember those car clubs I talked about? I found their website and message boards, and told them my story. They told me how incredibly shitty they thought it all was, and always thought Swagger McA**hole was a poor replacement for our old manager. Both the clubs agreed to find a different venue for their morning to late afternoon meetups.

That was the death knell for that location. Three months later, I go back to turn in my uniforms, because I’m sick of looking at them in my closet, and they’re all closed up. I don’t know for sure that I had anything to do with their closing, but I’m at least 80% sure the car clubs were keeping them afloat.

Every Possible Past

Lars sat with his knees pulled close to his body, leaning against the rough-hewn surface of the kindergarten wall. He trailed his finger through the thin coating of dirt on the rockbed floor. He drew distracted shapes and wrote out words and names in the dirt, all of which he wiped clean and started anew, his brow furrowed.

Pad watched from behind. Unseeable, her eye flickered between Lars and the drawings in the dirt. She picked up the hem of her dress and moved to his side, sitting down with only a few inches of space between them. Lars said nothing. Pad didn’t either, for a while.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Me? Nothing,” Lars muttered. He erased a smiling sun and started anew. “Thinking.”

“…About?” Pad asked after a moment of hesitation.

“Stuff,” he answered. He picked his hand up from the dirt, seemingly lost for what to do. “Like, about this. Here.” Lars motioned to the rock walls stretching too high to measure, filtering through just enough light to see the rock dust trailing through the air, large and enveloping. “Where I’m stuck. Forever, maybe. And I’m thinking about if just…if I coulda avoided any of this if I’d just stopped being a coward sooner. That ‘stuff’.”

“Oh,” Pad answered. She stuck her own finger in the dirt, tracing squiggles. “No, you couldn’t have. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Lars blinked. “I didn’t even explain.”

“You’re concerned that your fate may have been avoided if you had helped Steven escape from Topaz sooner.” Pad added her own smiley face among the squiggles in the dirt. “Or perhaps if you had saved your blond friend on the ship when Aquamarine and Topaz descended upon you.”

Lars straightened, back against the stone wall. Then he pushed himself standing. “How do you know this stuff?”

Pad paused, her finger trailing midway through the dust. “Oh. Oh of course. My future vision is broken. It can only see the past.”

“So you can see…what, everything that happened?”

“And everything that might have happened. Like an endless tree.” She stood, and dusted herself off. “Most Sapphires can see all the possible things that might happen. I can only see the things that might have happened.”

Lars swallowed, and he stammered, and slowly he found the words. “The things that might have happened.”

“Yes.”

“So you can tell me what would have happened to me if I’d done this differently.”

“Oh, yes!”

“What would have happened if uh…what if I had helped Sadie when she needed help on the ship?”

Pad remained silent for a few seconds. A hollow wind blew through the caverns. “Ah yes, I see that vision now. You would have plummeted into the water with all the human others. And Steven would have vanished on the ship. You would have returned solemnly to your home. The next morning, you would have entered into a building with a large ring on the top.”

“The Big Donut.”

“Yes. That’s what the sign would have said.”

“What about Sadie?”

Another few seconds of silence. Pad clasped her hands together. “She would be there too. But you would not speak much with her. The disappearance of Steven would have left you both in turmoil.”

Lars wrung his hands together. “Okay… okay okay. That would have happened a couple days ago, yeah? What would be happening right now? If I was home? Where would I be?”

Pad shook her head. “Oh. I can’t see the possible presents.”

Lars licked his lips. Then he nodded. “Okay so…if I asked you tomorrow, would you be able to tell me what would have happened today? If I never left home?”

“Oh, yes. Yes, I would be able to tell you that.”

“Okay. Okay then.” Lars leaned against the wall, sinking slowly down it. He patted the dusty ground beside him. “If you’ve got some time now. Then could you tell me what um—if I had gotten off that ship, and stayed home—what would I have done yesterday?”

Pad picked up the hem of her dress and dropped into the offered spot. She fell silent a few moments before her mouth opened. “You would have returned to your place of work once more—the Big Donut. And you would have spoken to Sadie. She would have been difficult to console, as would you, but you would have triumphed eventually. She would have laughed at a humorous remark you found from the internet. This would have made you proud.”

Ten years pass quickly for Gems, not so much for humans. Lars wasn’t sure how these last ten years had passed for him, slow and fast at the same time. His physical body has not changed much, though his hair has grown much longer.

Lars leaned his back against the rough stone wall, free of dust now, and he waited for Pad to appear by his side.

When she did, Lars sunk to the ground, knees against his chest, and patted the same spot as always—as he did every day—for Pad to sit.

“So…tell me about yesterday. If I had stayed home, what would have happened yesterday?” Lars asked with urgency. It was the same question he had asked every day of the last ten years, but he was anxious now. He knew what might occur.

Pad smiled. She clasped her hands together. “You would have taken Sadie out to a food place along the beach. It would have been the one she told you she loved as a small human. And you would have taken that polished and cut stone out of your pocket, in the soft black box, and you would have presented it to her. You would have lowered yourself onto one knee first, and unfurled the box, and said, ‘Sadie, would you marry me?’”

Lars’s heart pounded in his ears. He swallowed dryly, leaning in. “What would she have said?”

“She would have said ‘Of course Lars. Of course.’”

Lars let out a strained breath, a noise of relief, or perhaps disbelief. He blinked harder, and leaned back against the wall, and traced his hand through the dirt. “Oh my god… Oh my god she would have said yes. She would have said yes.”

“Yes, she would have,” Pad answered.

The noise Lars made was soft, and wet, and it echoed out. Bouncing against the vast and dark heights of the kindergarten walls, absorbed and deflected in the cold hollow shells of Gems long extracted. And then it was lost to the cavern, that isolated and dark sealed off place. Inescapable.

A hollow wind replaced it.

Lars’s hand traced the shape of a heart in the dust, and the small strained noises from his throat dried up until only tears leaked down his cheeks. His hand stopped once it trembled too hard to trace anything more.

hopeless fountain kingdom sentence starters

THE PROLOGUE

  • ❝ civil blood makes civil hands unclean. ❞
  • ❝ i am a child of a money hungry, prideful country. ❞
  • ❝ hands so bloody, tastes like honey. ❞
  • ❝ i’m finding it hard to leave ❞

100 LETTERS

  • ❝ i find myself alone at night unless i’m having sex. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t let him touch me anymore. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not something to butter up and taste when you get bored. ❞
  • ❝ i have spent too many nights on dirty bathroom floors. ❞
  • ❝ please don’t go away ❞
  • ❝ it’s too late. ❞
  • ❝ i can’t stop thinking that i almost gave you everything. ❞
  • ❝ i can’t stop wishing that i never gave you anything. ❞

EYES CLOSED

  • ❝ i know where to lay. ❞
  • ❝ i know what to say. ❞
  • ❝ it’s all the same. ❞
  • ❝ i know how to play. ❞
  • ❝ if i keep my eyes closed he looks just like you. ❞
  • ❝ he’ll never stay, they never do. ❞
  • ❝ if i keep my eyes closed he feels just like you. ❞
  • ❝ you’ve been replaced. ❞
  • ❝ i’m face to face with someone new. ❞
  • ❝ tell me where i went wrong. ❞
  • ❝ tell me how to move on. ❞
  • ❝ he don’t realize that i’m thinking about you. ❞

HEAVEN IN HIDING

  • ❝ no time for wishful thinking. ❞
  • ❝ i can put up one good fight. ❞
  • ❝ i can put on a show. ❞
  • ❝ don’t you see what you’re finding? ❞
  • ❝ this is heaven in hiding. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t have no time for conversation. ❞

ALONE

  • ❝ i’m still alone in my mind. ❞
  • ❝ i know you’re dying to meet me. ❞
  • ❝ baby, as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did. ❞

NOW OR NEVER

  • ❝ i don’t wanna fight right now. ❞
  • ❝ we’re running out of time. ❞
  • ❝ i’m calling it a night. ❞
  • ❝ trying to talk to a wall, but you could never tear it down for me. ❞
  • ❝ i want you to love me now or never. ❞

SORRY

  • ❝ i’ve missed your calls for months it seems. ❞
  • ❝ i still know your birthday. ❞
  • ❝ sorry that i can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me. ❞
  • ❝ sorry i could be so blind, didn’t mean to leave you and all of the things that we had behind. ❞
  • ❝ i run away when things are good. ❞
  • ❝ it seems i broke your heart. ❞
  • ❝ someone will love you, but someone isn’t me. ❞

GOOD MOURNING

  • ❝ there’s a place where love conquers all. ❞
  • ❝ don’t trust the moon, she’s always changing. ❞
  • ❝ she begs to be loved. ❞

LIE

  • ❝ breakfast is cold. ❞
  • ❝ i’m watching you choke down the words that you said. ❞
  • ❝ i get the message you wish i was dead. ❞
  • ❝ if you don’t love me no more, then lie. ❞

WALLS COULD TALK

  • ❝ i’m about four minutes from a heart attack. ❞
  • ❝ i think you make me a maniac. ❞
  • ❝ damn, if these walls could talk. ❞
  • ❝ shit is crazy, right? ❞
  • ❝ that ain’t your baby no more. ❞

BAD AT LOVE

  • ❝ he’s calling me a bitch again. ❞
  • ❝ i believe that we’re meant to be. ❞
  • ❝ jealousy got the best of me. ❞
  • ❝ i always make the same mistakes. ❞
  • ❝ i’m bad at love, but you can’t blame me for trying. ❞

DON’T PLAY

  • ❝ i don’t give a damn what you say to me. ❞
  • ❝ i’m moving on. ❞
  • ❝ motherfucker, don’t play with me. ❞

STRANGERS

  • ❝ she doesn’t kiss me on the mouth anymore. ❞
  • ❝ she doesn’t look me in the eyes anymore. ❞
  • ❝ we’re not lovers, we’re just strangers. ❞
  • ❝ she doesn’t call me on the phone anymore. ❞
  • ❝ i must’ve crossed a line. ❞
  • ❝ i must’ve lost my mind. ❞
  • ❝ i miss the mornings with you laying in my bed. ❞
  • ❝ i miss the thought of a forever, you and me. ❞
  • ❝ all you’re missing is my body. ❞

ANGEL ON FIRE

  • ❝ nobody seems to ask about me anymore. ❞
  • ❝ nobody seems to care about what i think. ❞
  • ❝ look at me. ❞
  • ❝ i’m faded away. ❞ 
  • ❝ you know, i used to be on fire. ❞
  • ❝ i’m standing in the ashes of who i used to be. ❞

DEVIL IN ME

  • ❝ i scream too loud if i speak my mind. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t wanna wake it up, the devil in me. ❞
  • ❝ you said i’m too much to handle. ❞
  • ❝ now i gotta wake it up, the devil in me. ❞

HOPELESS

  • ❝ boy, you make it look so easy. ❞
  • ❝ sorry, baby girl, but i can’t tonight. ❞
  • ❝ you know the truth hurts, but secrets kill. ❞
  • ❝ you and all your friends hate me. ❞
  • ❝ it’s easy to forgive. ❞
Little Dove

Summary: The one where Bucky can’t stop smiling.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1005

A/N: a dad!bucky fic for my beloved blade, to make up for all the angst I’ve written; hope y’all enjoyyyy!

Originally posted by archieaddict

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bitter

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, smut, angst (the usual lol)

word count: 2.5k

description: living next to your ex boyfriend and having to listen to him with a new girl every night was annoying - but it’s okay cause you have taehyung.


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