is it still happening or am i too late

summer depression things
  • sleeping in way too late
  • “oh no it’s 4 am and i’m still awake”
  • mindlessly refreshing the same apps over and over
  • picking up a book only to put it down because the words aren’t processing in your brain
  • listening to the same three albums repeatedly
  • either eating every snack you own within an hour or forgetting to eat for like half the day
  • “if i don’t do my summer homework it doesn’t exist”
  • wearing the same sundress three days in a row
  • watching your friends hang out with each other as you stay at home and stare at the wall
  • consistently forgetting to respond to people who text you
  • reminiscing over past summers and how much fun you had then
  • wanting the school year to start but also feeling Crushing Anxiety when you think of how soon it is
  • drinking like a gallon of water every hour or not having any water all day and dehydrating
  • unbrushed hair
  • lying down on the floor
  • “what day is it today”
  • mosquitoes make you feel downright murderous
  • watching movies only to get distracted
  • even sitting around at home makes you tired
  • this is not fun
14 Lines From Love Letters Or Suicide Notes

(reposted by request. cheers.)

 
14 Lines From Love Letters Or Suicide Notes.

1. Don’t freak out.

2. We both know this has been coming for a long time.

3. I have been staying awake at nights, wondering if I should tell you.

4. I bought the kind of crackers you like. They are in the hall cupboard.

5. Now that we have watched all the episodes of True Blood, I do not know what else to do next.

6. I have just been too afraid for too long.

7. This is the kind of thing where waiting for the time to be right would just mean waiting forever; it’s the kind of thing no one else can help you decide.

8. I came home on Thursday and found all of the chairs in the house stacked in a pile in the center of my kitchen; I don’t know how long they have been like that, but it must have been me that did it. It is the kind of thing a ghost might do, to prove to the living he is still there. I am haunting my own apartment.

9. My grandmother was still alive when I was five years old and she told me to check if the iron was hot enough yet, so I pressed my hand against it, and it was red and screaming for hours. Twenty five years later she would still sometimes apologize, in the middle of conversations, I feel so bad about making you touch the iron, she would say, as though it had just happened. I cannot imagine how we forgive ourselves for all of the things we didn’t say until it was too late. But how else do you tell if something is hot but to touch it?

10. I imagine my furniture in your apartment.  

11. I wonder how many likes it will get on facebook.

12. My dad always used to tell the same joke, but I can’t remember the punch line.

13. I was eight years old and it took three weeks (three eight year old weeks— imagine) to gather everything I needed to be Batman. Rope, boomerangs, a mardi gras mask with the beads cut off. I couldn’t find a cave near my house, so I buried them all in a bundle under the ivy. For years after,

I tried to find that spot again.

          The ivy grew too fast.

              I searched in so many spots

it seemed impossible I had missed any.

But I never found it.

How can something be there

       and then just not be there?

         How do we forgive ourselves

             for all the things we did not become?

14. I was never bold enough to buy bright green sheets. I wanted them, but always thought they were too brash, even with no one but me to see them. I bought a set yesterday and put them on the bed. I knew that you would like them.

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Friends Part 9

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 3143

Thank you @amrita31199 you are the best and thank you for correcting so fast,

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

You look at the giant compound in front of you, with all your courage you ring the doorbell. Bruce answers the door asking gently “What are you doing here? There is nobody home, didn’t you hear about what happened?”

“What happened, Bruce?” Your heart hurts, you are already preparing for the worst “I don’t know all the details, but Hydra wants to make another super soldier. Apparently, they are kidnapping civilians to make the experiments.”

This is so horrible, you feel sorry for all these people that are having their life destroyed but at the same time you are relieved that Bucky is alright and that it is just another mission “Shouldn’t you be there with them?”

You imagined that the Hulk would be helpful in these situations “I wouldn’t be very useful in that situation, they need to be discrete and the Hulk is nothing like that.”  You should go home, it seems like the Universe doesn’t want you two to be together. It is the only explanation.

“Oh I see, I am so sorry to bother you so late. “ You check your phone it is way past midnight “Can you let me know when they get home? I really need to talk to, Bucky.” Bruce opens the front door for you “Why don’t you sleep here tonight? It’s pretty late and Bucky will kill me if something happens to you.”

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Don’t leave us... - Batsis x Batfamily (ANGST)

Would you look at that ? In the mood for a somewhat angsty story. Also, I promised more Batsis so…boom, here we are. Written in ten minutes (almost exactly) at 4 am so…UHUH. I hope you will still like it

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You didn’t intend for any of that to happen. It just…somehow did. 

If you had waited for him, you know it would have been too late.  

Damian was there with you but…there was no way you would have let him do this. Oh no. Not your precious little brother. 

You couldn’t bear it. Nor could you bear for your dad to do it really…

You know…You know it’s selfish. 

You can’t help but think that, at least, you wouldn’t be the one to suffer. You wouldn’t be the one with a bleeding heart…Yes. It’s totally selfish. 

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Sentence Starters

A collection of lines from books, movies, tv shows, songs, and popular tumblr text posts.

“When everyone knows you’re a monster, you needn’t waste time doing every monstrous thing.”

“Let’s say I had to resort to… aggressive negotiations.” 

“I was lightly stabbed! Lightly!”

“You’ve never seen anything like this before? Goddamn. I thought you’ve seen everything.”

“Let me see if I understand: Neither of us know what this thing is, correct? What do you say we intentionally antagonize it to see what it can do?”

“Are you going mad? Neat! Maybe things will finally get interesting around here.”

“If you’re seeing that too, then I’m currently not hallucinating. What in God’s name is that thing, by the way?”

“Listen to me: If you continue doing that, you will die.”

“Your heart is filled with bitterness.”

“I hope you will find peace one day.”

“The solution to this and most other problems is fire. Set it on fire. Burn everything to the ground.”

“I am so tired that I could sleep for centuries and still feel exhausted when I wake.”

“Do you ever look in the mirror and start to feel unreal? Because that’s been happening to me lately. Nothing feels real.”

“I feel like I’m going to fade away someday.”

“Having a body is so strange.”

“I want to run away. I don’t know how to fix this, so I want to run and run until I can’t anymore.”

“I’m a coward. I’m a damned coward.”

“I can’t do this on my own. Please help me. Please. I promise I will repay you.”

“Not to be melodramatic but my heart aches and my soul is dying.”

“Today I explored the void. The void, as you might want to know, is not as void as some think. Anyway, enough about me. What have you done recently?”

“My friends, my comrades, my fellow saints and sinners…  Today I must inform you of a terrible thing.”

“I suggest we start a revolution.”

“There is something horrifyingly wrong with you.”

“He who dies here dies in the radiance of the future, and we are entering a tomb all flooded with the dawn.”

“Even false saints have power.”

“I found a door. A door to another world.”

“Nothing will stand against us.”

“Tell me what you’ve done.”

“They are beyond redemption, as you will be if you do this.”

“Do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?”

“Such acts rip out the soul and make space for beasts to grow inside.”

“You tell me that battling with monsters has made me a monster? Doing business with devils, what has that made you?”

“I have repented, I have been punished enough, take me home…”

“My soul is clean. I’ve never killed anyone. But you, oh you. Look at your hands.”

“Wishes are false. Hope is true. Hope makes its own magic.”

“Take all my pain away.”

“Start the Apocalypse with me.”

“Together, we are unstoppable. Nothing and no one will stand in our way.”

“You are a shining light in the darkness.”

“Oh yes, you go do that. Great idea, I’m sure you’ll be perfectly fine!”

“I will follow you to the ends of the earth and beyond.”

“Must you point that thing at me? Please put it down.”

“Think about it. Just stop for a moment.”

“My heart hurts so much I want to tear it out.”

“That’s not what I said.”

There’s no need to size up Mitch Marner

SAN JOSE—Paul Marner has been hearing it almost from the moment his son began dominating minor hockey games around the GTA.

“We’d stand there and listen to people constantly talk about Mitch’s size. ‘Oh my God, he’s way too small.’ ‘Oh my God, he’s going to get killed,’ ” Paul Marner was saying recently. “But as a parent, maybe you’re too close to it. At the time we never thought he was that small.”

Upon more recent review — looking back at video of Mitch’s rise through the ranks of the Greater Toronto Hockey League en route to starring for the Maple Leafs during a remarkable rookie year — a father has come to see things differently.

“I pulled out a game tape the other day from peewee and I thought to myself, ‘Oh my God, he looks like someone’s little brother on the ice.’ ”

Little Mitch, at the time, was playing peewee against boys a year older. At the time Michael Dal Colle, a longtime minor-hockey teammate of Marner’s who went on to be taken fifth overall by the New York Islanders in the 2014 NHL draft, was about 13 years old, standing five-foot-eight and 160 pounds, Paul Marner said. Mitch, at the same time, was four-foot-seven and about 85 pounds. Body-checking was permitted.

“Every coach we played against was sending guys out to kill him. So his whole life, Mitch has dealt with that,” Paul Marner said. “And right now, even though there’s some huge guys in the NHL, I think he’s at the least size disadvantage he’s probably ever had his whole life.”

“It was eating him up inside to be out of the lineup — it’s been hard on him,” said Matt Martin, the Leafs forward. “But for a guy like that, you just want to make sure he’s taking care of himself.”

Paul Marner said questions about Mitch’s long-term durability have always gone hand in hand with concerns about his skimpy frame. A couple of years back, when Marner was a draft-eligible 17-year-old racking up a nightly average of two points a game for the OHL’s London Knights, scouts flocked to see him play against the hard-hitting Oshawa Generals, then coached by Leafs assistant D.J. Smith. The fact that Marner suffered a fracture in his elbow that night — this on a hit from behind that earned Oshawa’s Will Petschenig an eight-game suspension — didn’t exactly end the conversation about his chances of weathering the professional grind.

“It’s almost a stigma that won’t go away,” Paul Marner said of concerns about the implications of Marner’s size. “But it doesn’t make a lot of sense.”

The hockey father, to that point, said he can count on one hand the instances in which his son has been hurt on a rink. There was a dirty slash that broke Mitch’s arm around age 10. There was a hip flexor issue that kept him out a few weeks when he was about 15. And then there was a case of whiplash suffered as a Knight in 2015, this after Erie’s Mason Marchment cuffed Marner with a stick to the jaw. Marchment was suspended 10 games.

Cheap shots happen, and anyone can get injured. But it’s worth noting the injury that kept Marner out of the lineup these past couple of weeks wasn’t a matter of a bigger player preying on the small-framed Maple Leaf. It was Marner who initiated the contact with Columbus’s Boone Jenner that ended with the Maple Leaf crashing awkwardly into the boards.

“Durability-wise, I’ve never been worried about it. He’s always got his head up,” Paul Marner said. “You look at the amount of time he’s played — how much he was on the ice in minor hockey and in the OHL, and how much he has the puck in the NHL — I think he’s pretty durable.”

It’s a compelling enough case. Mitch, for his part, has long been blase about concerns about his size.

“You can’t do anything about your body,” Marner said. “I’ve always been in this situation.”

The situation, mind you, is improving. While Mitch weighed in at about 160 pounds when the Leafs drafted him fourth overall in 2015, he has since put on weight. Exactly how much weight? Well, Mitch can be coy about this subject.

“It’s whatever it says on the sheet. 170? That’s what it says on the sheet,” he said.

Toronto’s No. 16, in contrast, is downright forceful about his height.

“I’m six feet,” he recently said in a declaration that drew guffaws around the dressing room. “Nobody believes that.”

Mitch, who doesn’t turn 20 until May, said he’s of the belief that he’s still growing. He said his older brother, Chris, had a late spurt around age 20 or 21 and now stands about six-foot-two. And there’s height on mother Bonnie’s side of the family. She’s five-foot-10. Paul Marner, who’s also about five-foot-10, said lately he finds himself looking up at his youngest son, whom he figures can easily add another 20 pounds of muscle to his frame before he’s fully formed.

Said Mitch: “It’s a thing in our family — stuff happens late.”

This is another claim that doesn’t go over well in the Maple Leafs room.

“He tells me he’s still growing all the time,” Martin said, rolling his eyes. “Good luck with that one. He thinks he’s going to be 6-3. I know he’s young. But he’s not that young.”

Mitch Marner shrugged and smiled: “If I grow or not, I’m happy how I am now.”

If how he is now is healthy and back in the lineup as Toronto’s push for the playoffs continues, there’s a fan base that likes him just fine, too.

howl’s moving castle sentence meme.
  • ❛  looks like a little mouse lost its way.  ❜
  • ❛  leave me alone.  ❜
  • ❛  where to? i’ll be your escort.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t get alarmed, but i’m being followed. act normal.  ❜
  • ❛  sorry, looks like you’re involved.  ❜
  • ❛  are you listening?  ❜
  • ❛  i want to know what you want.  ❜
  • ❛  it’s your life — do something for yourself for once.  ❜
  • ❛  you sound ghastly! like some ninety year old woman!  ❜
  • ❛  make up your mind! are you gonna let me in or not?  ❜
  • ❛  just keep quiet and don’t cause any trouble.  ❜
  • ❛  i’m not taking any orders from you! ❜
  • ❛  so, what do you have hidden in your pocket?  ❜
  • ❛  that can’t be good for the table.  ❜
  • ❛  please – help – falling — i’m falling —  ❜
  • ❛  you okay?  ❜
  • ❛  no — i’ve seen all that i can take.  ❜
  • ❛  i give up. i see no point in living if i can’t be beautiful.  ❜
  • ❛  i can’t stand how scared i am.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t worry, i’ll follow behind you in disguise.  ❜
  • ❛  why do i feel like this isn’t going to work?  ❜
  • ❛  wait — help — i can’t make it —  ❜
  • ❛  pull yourself together. isn’t this what you’ve been waiting for?  ❜
  • ❛  what on earth happened to you?  ❜
  • ❛  whatever you do, don’t look down.  ❜
  • ❛  you saved me. i was in big trouble back there.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t try to be cute — i’m still not going to trust you.  ❜
  • ❛  i missed you.  ❜
  • ❛  go away.  ❜
  • ❛  you’re too late.  ❜
  • ❛  this isn’t going to be easy.  ❜
  • ❛  i said move.  ❜
  • ❛  it’s a present for you.  ❜
  • ❛  i feel so at home.  ❜
  • ❛  so, you are going away.  ❜  
  • ❛  uh-oh, here they come.  ❜  
  • ❛  no, don’t let go!  ❜  
  • ❛  i’m too old to be treated like this!  ❜  
  • ❛  strapping young men are so difficult to deal with.  ❜  
  • ❛  you’ll forgive me, won’t you?  ❜  
  • ❛  we’re a family now!  ❜  
  • ❛  i’m sorry, i should’ve gotten here sooner.  ❜  
  • ❛  i don’t care if you’re a monster!  ❜  
  • ❛  i’ve had enough of running away.  ❜  
  • ❛  and now, i’ve got something i want to protect.  ❜  
  • ❛  there’s no time to lose, we have to try something!  ❜  
  • ❛  i don’t know what’s gonna happen, but i’m sure it can’t be good. ❜  
  • ❛  told you we should’ve stayed put. ❜  
  • ❛  they say that the best blaze brightest when circumstances are at their worst.  ❜  
  • (distressed wheezing)
  • ❛  i just can’t seem to stop crying.  ❜  
  • ❛  i didn’t mean to make you wait this long.  ❜  
  • ❛  don’t look at me, i don’t have it. i don’t know what you’re talking about.  ❜  
  • ❛  you’d better take good care of it.  ❜  
  • ❛  i feel terrible.. like there’s a weight on my chest.  ❜  
  • ❛  a heart’s a heavy burden.  ❜
  • ❛  one thing you can always count on is that hearts change.  ❜  
14 lines from love letters or suicide notes
1. Don’t freak out.
2. We both know this has been coming for a long time.
3. I’ve been staying awake at night wondering if I should tell you.
4. I bought the kind of crackers you can eat, they are in the hall cupboard.
5. Now that we have watched all the episodes of True Blood, I do not know what else to do next.
6. I always imagined this would happen without warning, like suddenly on an ocean cliffside. But this is the kind of thing where waiting for the time to be right, would just mean waiting forever.
7. I’ve just been too afraid for too long.
8. I came home on Tuesday, and found all of the chairs that I own, stacked in a tower in the centre of my kitchen. I don’t know how long they have been like that, but it can only be me that did it. It’s the kind of thing a ghost might do to prove to the living that he is still there. I am haunting my own apartment.
9. My grandmother was still alive when I was five years old and she asked me to check and see if the iron was hot enough yet, so I pressed my hand against it, and it was red, and screaming for hours. 25 years later, she would still sometimes apologise, in the middle of conversations, “I feel so bad about making you touch the iron”, she’d say, as though it had just happened. I cannot imagine how we forgive ourselves for all the things we didn’t say until it was too late. But how else do you tell if something is hot, but to touch it?
10. I keep imagining my furniture in your apartment.
11. I wonder how many likes this will get on Facebook?
12. My dad always used to tell the same joke, but I can’t remember the punchline.
13. I was eight years old and it took three weeks -  three eight year old weeks imagine - to gather everything I would need to become batman - rope, boomerangs, a Mardi Gras mask with the beads cut off. I couldn’t find a cave near my house, so I buried them all in a bundle under the ivy. For years after, I tried to find that spot again. The Ivy grew too fast. I searched in so many spots, it seemed impossible that I had missed one, but I never found it. How can something be there, and then not be there? How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?
14. I never had the courage to buy bright green sheets. I wanted them, but thought they were too brash, even with no one but me to see them. I bought a set yesterday and put them on the bed. I knew that you would like them.
—  Doc Luben
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hello everyone! i’ve been kind of inactive lately so let me update you on what’s been happening in my life. first, i graduated high school. YAY!! it’s been bittersweet, but i am super excited for this new chapter in my life.

second, i got accepted into my top school: university of california, irvine. i will be attending this university for the next four years of my life and i’m really nervous but excited. it’s perfect because it’s not too far from home, so i can still visit my parents during the weekends. 

 also, i started a youtube channel to share how i’m spending my summer. i’ve been uploading vlogs so you should watch them!  

to my 6,200+ followers, thank you for following me! if you guys ever want to talk, hit up my line! ive been saying that i will post more, but that’s hasn’t been happening and i don’t think it will ever. i will continue to post pictures, but not that much. 

 well, i’ve said enough. until next time!

Studying in real life

Hi folks! If you’ve been following along with some of my asks from tonight, you’ve probably noticed some about how the studyblr community isn’t a real representation of studying, or life, in the real world (shoutout to @piratestudy for being able to put this into words better than I ever could.)

sometimes it’s messy notes and skipping class to do work for another, or turning in an assignment late so that you can spend time with you friends. it can be sitting in the back of class scrolling through instagram because you just can’t handle school today. it’s a lot of all nighters and coffee and junk food and less than beautiful study spaces. it’s not always (or maybe even ever) beautiful notes and being totally prepared and having you’re life together all the time. it’s not all avocado toast and calligraphy. and that’s okay.

so let’s get real.

i challenge you guys to post the real side of studying. post the stories about how you overslept and were late for class. post the pictures of your notes before you redo them. post the no-makeup, two am selfies. post your real life, because it’s happening and it may not be perfect but it’s valid and beautiful and the world needs to see it. let’s change the culture from one where people have to ask if the can still be a studyblr if they don’t have certain supplies, to one where people can scroll through their dash and say, “wow! i do that too!” let’s represent those messy times that studyblrs pretend don’t happen. let’s get real. 

to join the movement, tag your posts with #studyblrs get real

I completely forgot that a long time ago when I was stil sobbing horribly over finishing Mass Effect series, I drew Shepard getting rescued from the rubble post Destroy. I suppose one day I should draw a Synthesis pic too, since I already have this and that Control one

Alphas Chapter Two

Why Is He In Your Bed?

In this chapter, Theo is gonna sleep over at the readers for the rest of the week due to working on the science project & Stiles and Lydia go to the McCall house to see the reader and Theo sleeping in bed together. Also the reader and Theo talk about why Theo bullied her.

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The Daughter of Hades - rewrite // p1

summary: you thought your close friend and long time crush James Buchanan Barnes was going off to war, but it seems you would be the one to battle all types of war from being a weapon for a dangerous organization known as Hyrda, to fighting a war with your own mind.

pairings: Bucky x female reader

warnings: angst, violence, car crash, injections, swearing,

thoughts are in italics

A/N: i really appreciate all of the great feedback i got from the original Daughter of Hades, but personally i wasn’t happy with some of the content and decided to rewrite the (unfinished) series with a new plot :) i hope everyone enjoys this adaptation as much as the first <3

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1945, Brooklyn

Naturally, you weren’t much of a drinker, you’d have a couple of beers and stop there. People would call you the sober one, even though you drank more than any normal girl. They’d say you weren’t fun; but you felt responsible for your friends and wanted to make sure they got home safe. But with Bucky leaving for war soon, why not have more than usual? You’d been out with a few friends tonight, two of your closest friends Bucky and Steve who you’ve known since high school, and Clara who had just dealt with a break up. She was completely heart broken and ended up having two beers, a whisky and three glasses of wine. You had just been to the bathroom and returned to see Steve and Bucky at the bar, with Clara in a corner booth with her head on the table next to an uncomfortably close man.

“Steve! Bucky!” You shouted over the chatter so you could scowl at them for not looking after your friend. “Why is Clara half asleep on the table?” You said in your mun voice with your hands on your hips.

“She went to sit with some girls that new her.” Bucky said without turning to look at her, but he was never good at looking confident when you were in your mum stance.

Annoyed at their ignorance and carelessness, you grabbed both of them by the ear and turned them to Clara’s table. “I’m pretty sure he is not a girl and that Clara does not know him.” You pushed through the middle of them to make your way to Clara, but not without smacking both of them on the back of the head.

“Clara, honey I think it’s time we get you home.” You shook her gently to stir her awake, to which she sat up a little to quickly.

She moaned and held her head, “Okay, but I’m driving,”

You chuckled lightly and helped her out of the booth; you started walking to Bucky and Steve, when someone grabbed your arm. “Hey, you can’t take her away she’s with me.” The man that was next to Clara slurred his words together, his breath reeked of alcohol.

“I don’t think so.” You tried pulling your arm free but he tightened his grip.

“C’mon she’s safe with me.” He leant in further to you.

“Look sweetie, nobody would be safe with you. We’re leaving.”

“Alright you can stay if you want,” He started raising his voice which caught the attention of Steve and Bucky. You finally got your arm free and turned away again, “but you’re not going anywhere, sweetcheeks.” He landed a hard smack on your ass and grinned proudly. You froze in your tracks and slowly turned to face him.

Bucky wanted to punch that guy in the face so hard for what he just did to you; his crush on you meant he was always overprotective but this time it was necessary. But before he was within three feet of the man, you punched him square in the nose. There was a loud crack as his head flew back and he lost his balance, you kicked him in the groin for good measure making him curl up on the floor. 

When you turned around, Steve was holding up Clara, Bucky was gawking at you and the whole bar was quiet. Even the music had stopped. You smoothed out the creases in your dress and smiled like you just walked into the room. Your heels echoed throughout the room as you moved to Clara.

The music quickly returned and so did the chatter, probably about the kind faced woman giving a drunken giant a broken nose. You thanked Steve for helping Clara and turned to Bucky who still stared at you in awe.

“You catching flies there Buck?” When you didn’t get a reply you pushed up his jaw and gave him a lingered kiss on the cheek. “I’m taking Clara home, I’ll see you tomorrow. Dancing right?” He nodded slowly. You gave Steve a peck on the cheek as well. “Bye Steve.”

“Wait Y/N, are you going to get home okay?” It was cute how concerned he looked while still having the shock in his eyes from the current events. It did annoy you slightly though.

“Sweetie, I’m not that far away from here I’ll be fine.” You winked and then left.

Bucky, still quite shocked at the fight you put up, sat down in his stool bar and sighed. “What am I going to do punk?”

Steve retook his seat next to Bucky and ordered drinks for the two. “What do you mean?” Bucky was never unsure of anything, especially when it came to girls.

“I think I’m in love.” He replied with a smile.

“You’ve got to tell her Buck. What happened to the confident, ladies man I grew up with? Y’know, say something before its too late.” Steve rested a hand on Bucky’s back.

The bartender returned with their drinks and Bucky took a sip; he’d be shipping to England soon and he may never see you again. But for once in his life he didn’t know what to say to a girl. You weren’t like the other girls he’s dated; you were cocky, you preferred hanging out with the boys, you weren’t afraid to stand up for yourself; you just beat up a guy in front of a bar full of people and when the two of you first met you were the first to resist his charm. 

He raised his glass to Steve in cheers. “Tomorrow. When we go dancing.” He said smiling.

“I’ll make sure of that.”

“I know you would. If I don’t you’ll be on my ass ‘till I leave.” They both laughed loudly, and did for the rest of the night.


The drive home was thankfully peaceful, Clara had fallen asleep, rain was tapping on the roof and windshield of the car, and there was no traffic. Unusual. The street lamps created a warm, orange hue that reflected off the wet roads and created the illusion of driving on a river that was ablaze with an auburn fire. Either that or you had started hallucinating due to the amount of alcohol you drank. But you were a good driver none the less, and a safe one at that.

 But it surprised you when your headache got painfully stronger and the pounding in your head got louder Your vision had also started to blur, which is probably why you didn’t notice the tow large military Jeeps in front and behind you, suddenly appear. The problem was the one in front of you was facing you, you just didn’t know.

The Jeep behind you suddenly sped up and pulled up beside the driver’s door, it then rammed into the car forcefully and bent your car door inwards, trapping your arm. You managed to keep control of the car but didn’t hit the brakes, adrenaline had clouded your thinking skills. The Jeep next to you slowed and your gaze followed it as it dropped behind you.

When you returned your gaze to the road ahead, you were met with full beam headlights directly in your path by around 20 meters. You tried to swerve out f the way but the passenger side grazed the Jeep and the back flew out. The car spun twice before clipping the kerb and rolling down the main street in a battered wreck.

The car was now on it’s side in the middle of the road. You looked to your right to see Clara’s body lazily slumped against the car door as your seatbelt held you above her. Drops of blood were dripping from your head and landing on her beautiful face, then slowly running across the valley of her features. There was a large pool of blood next to her, when you followed the drips of blood you traced it to your left arm which hung loosely across your chest. It was broken. You groggily muttered Clara’s name to ask her for her injuries, but soon realized that her chest lay still and that another pool of blood bordered her head.

A light shines across your face for a brief second; you look up to see two dark figures walking towards you, flashlight in hand. They were talking amongst themselves in a foreign language with thick accents as they approached. If you weren’t hanging limply in your car with a broken arm you would’ve tried to get out and see who they were, but you were slowly losing consciousness.

For a moment you thought you were hallucinating, but in fact the car was being turned to sit haphazardly on all four wheels. The quick and unsettling movement caused pain to grow all over your body, especially due to your head and arm injuries.

Your car door was ripped from its secure spot, exposing the two mangled bodies inside. One of the figures shone the light directly into your eyes, to which you squinted and slowly turned away. The other figure was looking through the passenger window at Clara. They began conversing in the same language as before; the figure next to Clara walked off while the one next to you rested a hand on your shoulder.

"You need to come with us it’s not safe here, we can help you.” The figure, now speaking in English, still had their thick accent. You turned to look at them and saw a small man in a great suit with round glasses. “I’m going to get more help, wait here.”

When he walked out of sight, you noticed he had left a briefcase on the ground. You one-handedly unclipped the seatbelt and stumbled quietly out of the vehicle. The briefcase was surprisingly unlocked, so you rummaged through the contents for something; anything that could give you answers to who these people are.

Underneath multiple forms and confidential files, a handgun lay at the bottom of the case. After making sure it had a few rounds in it, you walked round the passenger side of the car wreckage. The crash hadn’t damaged your legs too much but they did hurt with all of your weight on them. You aimed the gun at the small man, who was talking to a significantly larger one, and lent on the car for support; also for a steady aim.

When the gun clicked after you had armed it, the two men turned to face you; both shocked at how you got the gun, and how you had such strength and determination after such a big accident. “Who are you?” You choked out.

“Darling, I’m a doctor.” He started as he walked to you slowly, as if not to spook an animal. “You shouldn’t be walking, you’ve suffered a lot of injuries. Let me take you to the hospital.”

You weren’t sure if the alcohol still had an affect on you or if you actually believed this man, but you lowered the gun and rested yourself on the floor against the car. Just then he lent down and whispered in your ear. “Everything that follows is all for a great cause.”

Before you and ask him what he meant, the larger man pinned you down and stabbed a needle into your neck. Very quickly, you stated loosing all feeling in your body and was going limp, every object in front of you seemed to merge into one, and then everything went black.



tags: @that-sarcastic-pisces, @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

A/N: I really hope you enjoyed this re-write, I just felt like we needed some original Bucky love in there to get the plot going. 😊

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Player: Auston Matthews - Maple Leafs 

Prompt: You and Auston fight after the leafs are eliminated from the playoffs.

Mentions: Mitch Marner, Morgan Rielly Matt Martin 

Warnings: Anxiety & Slight Cursing. 

Preview: The last thing you remember was crying into Mo’s shoulder when suddenly your chest felt heavy and you blacked out. The next thing you knew you were awoken by bright hospital lights.  

Characters: 733 Words.

 Part One & Part Two

Originally posted by laurastacey

I’m fine! Can I just be discharged already?” You were pulling on your jacket and trying to get the monitors off your chest, against Morgan’s wishes.

Will you stop being so stubborn Y/N? The doctor wanted to check on you again! Morgan said pushing you back onto the bed. You huffed and leaned back on the bed crossing your arms against your chest.

The last thing you remember was crying into Mo’s shoulder when suddenly your chest felt heavy and you blacked out. The next thing you knew you were awoken by bright hospital lights.

“I am sorry to put you through all this, especially on a night like tonight Mo.” You sighed and looked down. You hated feeling like a burden to anyone, especially people you cared about.

“Y/N, I don’t care what kind of night it is, no matter what happened, family comes first.” Morgan began to rub your back.

 “Thank you Mo, I just wish Auston felt the same way.” You stated looking down feeling the tears already in your eyes. Morgan pulled you into a hug.

 “He will learn Y/N.”

You sighed as suddenly the door to your room was flung open. You were met with an obviously disheveled Auston. He was out of breath and his eyes were red dimmed as if he had been crying.

He ran and threw himself at you, quickly wrapping you in his arms. You wanted to badly to be cold to him after everything he out you through tonight but you couldn’t help but melt into his arms. Morgan excused himself and you watched as he walked out into the hall with a concerned Mitch and Matt.

 “My god Y/N, I am so sorry! I was the selfish one. I didn’t see what I had right in front of me. I let my dreams come before you. You are always my number one supporter and I took it for granted. I took out my anger on you when I could have just turned to you for support. I am such an idiot.” He looked at you, tears flowing down his puffy cheeks.

 Your heart ached for him, even after tonight he was still Auston and even though you wanted so badly to stay mad at him, you just couldn’t. You had a soft spot for him and you just could not deny it.

 You just smiled slightly at him, you could feel the hot tears running down your own cheeks. “You better not let Ema hear you say that I am your number one supporter, she might kick your ass.”

 “If she hears about what happened tonight, she just might. She loves you, you know.” Auston smiled wiping away your tears.

 “Well maybe we just don’t tell her?” You shrugged slightly giggling.

 The door swung open again. “Too Late!” Ema exclaimed walking in and giving you a hug. Your hug was followed by a whack to the back of Auston’s head. “What’s wrong with you!!?”

 “I’m not really sure Mom” Auston replied rubbing the back of his head as you giggled. “How did you find out?”

 Ema went to respond until Mitch stuck his head into the room, “That would be my fault, I might have called everyone on the way here…”

Your room was suddenly filled with Maple Leaf Players.

 You looked at them all, shocked to see everyone mostly in sweats and pajamas. “Mitch, I’m fine you didn’t have to call everyone on the roster!”

 “Well Auston didn’t say anything but Y/N is in the hospital lets go” Mitch responded doing his best Matthews impression.

 “Well I am fine, thank you all for coming, sorry to wake you all up.”

You were answered with a bunch of It’s Fine and as long as your okays.

 “Midnight Pizzas at Our Place? Auston’s Treat?” You asked everyone.

 This was met with a bunch of cheers and everyone shuffled out of your room. You looked at Auston.

 “I love you Y/N. Don’t ever doubt that, even when you promise my whole team pizza on my dime” He laughed, running his fingers through your hair.

 “It’s the least you can do babe, now can you get me out of here so we can go home and feed a hockey team?”

anonymous asked:

Tbh I still love Sherlock. It's still the most important thing in my life. It's still the show that saved me when I didn't know how to cope. It helped me to understand my own sexuality and I can't really see myself letting it go.I'm still part of the TJLC fandom and I can think about season 4 and laugh about it. But I'm bitter. I feel like a fool, I don't understand why things are like this. Why is the writing so embarassing?They owe us some explanation but we'll never get it. I'll keep believin

Hi Nonny!

*HUGS* To be honest, Sherlock and its fandom saved me as well, and I love it to pieces. As I’ve stated before, like you it’s helped me discover myself, and I just will forever love this show because of it. And there are some aspects of S4 that I think are phenomenal, so it’s not a complete embarrassment. 

But the writing, what the hell happened? This show, in past seasons, was a critical darling in the media; they loved it, but even they are aware of the flaws of S4 and they only pay attention on the surface level of the story, so that says a lot about the fuckery of it. It’s okay to feel bitter about it, I can understand completely. Sadly I don’t think we will ever get an explanation for what we received, but that seems to be the norm for us as of late (that or bullshit excuses). But as I’ve said numerous times, Mofftiss can’t take the fandom from any of us; it’s still a wonderful place of amazing people who continue to make this show the story it should have been. I too will keep believing; for me that entails that one day the true story WILL be told about John and Sherlock, and someone will finally be the first to do it. I am sad that this series wasn’t that show, but I think it will happen in our lifetime.

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(robert, background aaron/robert, break up mention)

:)))))))

Just go.

Robert can’t make himself say, “Where?”

It feels shattering. Aaron’s ring in his hand, cutting into flesh as he curls it in his fist. The Mill behind him, the promise of so much fading away with every step he takes. 

Vic would take him in, he knows, in a heartbeat. Vic would - except Rebecca’s there and Robert can’t think about her without his stomach churning, without an explosion of hatred that’s as misplaced as it is vicious. He’s angry at her, at Aaron, at Vic. Mostly, he’s angry with himself. 

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diana prince | flowers


Information&Guide;


Diana Prince x Reader


Warnings; Mild spoilers towards the movie, but no biggie.


(Y/N) - Your name
(E/C) - Eye Color
(H/L) - Hair length
(H/C) - Hair color
(B/T) - Body type


A/N; I really had trouble to finish anything, I have a lot ideas, but never know how to end them. Anyway, I really adore Wonder Woman and I am still amazed by the movie. Gal Gadot is so stunning in that role! So therefore, I had to write something about our favorite precious Amazon Princess. <3 It’s like really cheesy, but I hope you enjoy it. (,:


When Steve Trevor died Diana was sure she would never fall in love again. For years she has been avoiding relationships which went beyond friendship and over all never felt the need to find a romantic partner.
That was until she walked into that sweet little flower store of yours.
She was lost in her thoughts and unconsciously stumbled through the pastel blue door.
She found herself in a vintage dream full of different flowers and in the middle of all that beauty, there was you over shining everything simply with your smile.

For the first time in years the Amazon princess felt something in her heart. The ice that formed over her heart was slowly starting to melt and since a long time Diana didn’t know how to act. She was totally mesmerized by your (e/c) eyes and how your (h/l) (h/c) hair perfectly framed your face.
She walked over to some white lilies.
“Lilies are a symbol of purity and the beauty of youth, but also known for passion and drive. ”
To the Amazon Princess your voice sounded like a choir of hundred angels. It made her feel warm around her chest and increased her heartbeat. For decades she was known as the confident warrior, always standing her ground and being steady when it comes to decisions, but right know she had trouble forming any words. She was speechless.
Diana studied dozens of books surrounding flowers, she knew they were also a symbol for motherhood and fertility, also of rebirth and renewal. She just couldn’t bring any words up.
The Amazon simply nodded and payed for the flowers only to give them to Superman, who was a bit surprised, but accepted the gift gladly.
Diana started to visit your shop regularly, only to listen to you talking about flowers. Everyday, you’d wear a flowerprinted Outfit, which fitted your (b/t) body perfectly, but more she loved how your eyes started glowing as you lost yourself in your rambling. Sometimes, you’d stop midsentence and apologize for talking too much, but she would always say, that she enjoys listening to you. Every time you finished talking, the Amazon would buy flowers, only to give them to her team members. She started placing new flowers on the league’s main table every week.
While some members teased her about turning from Wonder Woman to Flower Girl, she didn’t care. At least the Martian Manhunter would regularly express his appreciation for the lovely plants.

Like every other day Diana was heading to your store. It was a quite noon, not much traffic and the weather mildly warm.
The princess turned around the corner, when she sensed something was wrong.
Usually, you’d let your door open, especially when the weather was good. She also noticed some broken flower pots lying on the ground.
Diana rushed to your store, getting slower and quieter as she got near the front door.
Carefully and without making any sound she opened the door, only to find your store completely devastated. Than she noticed a person wearing all black pointing a gun at… you.

The Amazon’s heart dropped as she saw your (e/c) eyes wide open a pleading look gracing them.
“Oh, please don’t do this.” Your voice trembled with fear.
“Nobody will miss you. It’s not like you have any people who care about you.” A deep male responded mockingly.
“I disagree on that!”
Diana had enough and stormed through the door, right towards the robber. He fired the gun at her, but the Amazon simply dodged the bullets with her arms, leaving the man shocked, but only for a split of second. The Amazon already grabbed him and threw him into the next wall, his body falling unconscious onto some broken flower pots.

“Y-You are Wonder Woman?!”
Diana simply turned around and gave you a gentle smile,
“But this is a little secret between us.”
You nodded and started to fumble with your hands, still trying to proceed what just happened.
“You saved my life! I don’t know how to thank you.” You looked around your now ruined little store and hung your head.
“I’d like to give you some flowers, but they all have been destroyed. I am so sorry.”
You sighed with an apologetic look lingering in your (b/c) orbs.
Diana took your hand and gave you an reassuring smile.
“Don’t apologize, you are clearly the harmed one here. I should be apologizing for being too late.”
The Amazon princess took a look around and noticed an intact bundle of red roses. She picked them up and turned to you.
“I’d really like to take those. I want to give them to someone who means very much to me.”
Diana could have sworn your head dunked further down.
“Oh… They must be really lucky then. I hope they’ll appreciate them.”
When you lifted your head your (e/c) eyes met her deep blue ones.
“I hope so too. (Y/N), would you like to go on a date with me after we clean up your store? I know a wonderful place where we can get the best ice cream around here.”
Your eyes sparked up and that frown on your face turned into a bright smile.
“Yes I’d love to!”

24 HOURS | Jungkook

Genre: Fluff | Angst

Characters: Reader, Jungkook, Hoseok, Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung

Plot: It was your birthday, the one day you waited for a long time after your relationship with Jungkook became official. You had everything planned, but it seemed like it was not going to go your way.

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Word count: 3,850

A/N: This was meant to be a drabble for ‘The Last Dance’ and a gift for my dear @taeminsgirl159​, but it turned out really long so I guess it’s more of a bonus chapter. huhuhuhu~ And also I decided to give it a name, one of its own, I felt it deserved it. ^^ I am dead tired rn so I’ll most probably go to sleep right after posting it. Hope you like it!~ 

1:35 AM

You kept staring at the clock on your phone as if waiting for a sign from him. It was exhausting, but you could not fall asleep either. You would put your phone down and bury your face in the pillow, then pick it up again only to see that not even 5 minutes passed.

Everything felt like a dream after the dance show in which you and Jungkook made everyone’s mouth drop, people were showering you with compliments, more offers came your way, and definitely more recognition. Messages and calls coming from every direction, rumors, headlines, news, pictures, they were almost overwhelming for you, a person not used to the spotlight. There were times when your relationship was on the brink of being discovered, and that put you both under great pressure. But a month or two after the heat died out and things went back to normal.

It had already been half a year since you started dating, a time filled with good and bad things, just like in any other relationship. The only thing making it harder for you was time, or better said lack of it…Meeting was hard, and most of the time it was in the studio, practicing for some event. At times he would crash at your place, making your problems shrink to almost nothing as the everything around you faded to black. In those precious moments it was just you and him. Missing him was something you were used to, but now a special day was just around the corner -your birthday- and you wanted to spend every second of it with the person you loved most. You could not stand it anymore, you had to talk to him, to hear his voice at least, so you called him. The phone kept ringing and ringing with no answer, but just as you were about to give up, he picked up.

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AOS 4x20:  AKA When you have that really crazy theory that comes true AKA What the HECK just happened?!

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First and foremost….everyone take a DEEP breath…it’s going to be okay…that didn’t go down exactly as I thought it would or as we hoped…and pretty sure I’ve shortened my life another ten years…but there are points of hope…I did see some good…I know my ask box will beg to differ but here was some points of hope….and plus side…we have our Fitz back.  He’s in the clutches of the Big Bad still but he’s our Fitz again…yay.

So lets just dive right on in here.  

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