just lost my ability to can

Recently I feel like I’ve lost a lot of my ability to feel emotion. It’s not that I can’t feel others emotions anymore, I’m still very empathic, I just don’t have a great range of my own feelings right now.

At work I get annoyed with my co-workers fairly often, but it never lasts very long.

My Dad is visiting right now, he’s weak and tired all the time. I want to do things with him, but I really can’t. He’s here for my birthday which is nice, but now that he’s 71 and had numerous terrible debilitating diseases and a heart that’s only working at 50% most of what we do it’s sit on the couch and watch movies.
He has told me at least 25 times during this visit that he’s probably going to die soon and is making sure that I understand what is wrong with his heart. I can’t think of anymore ways to tell him that I understand and he doesn’t need to keep telling me. I wish we could just be able to enjoy this little bit of time we have together and not have to talk about your impending death constantly, is that so much to ask?
I’m not the one dying, so I guess I don’t understand what it’s like, but I feel like I wouldn’t want to constantly be reminding the people I’m trying to spend time with that my death is looming closer on the horizon every day.

But really, in the front of this, I wonder, where did my emotions go? Are they walking themselves away so as to protect me from the heavy shut I’m in the middle of?

I guess we’ll see.

anonymous asked:

Can you list the Ron moments that the movie missed our changed?... or maybe give a link to a post which already has the list.

Okay, this is going to be done from memory so bear with me. 

Philosopher’s Stone

  • Ron offering to share his food with Harry from the moment they meet.
  • Ron teaching Harry how to play wizard’s chess (this is kind of in the film but not explicitly so I thought I’d include it.)
  • Staying over Christmas with Harry and trying to cheer him up after the mirror incidents (I think they did film a part of this but it was a deleted scene for some reason ??? why ???)
  • RON BEING THE CALM ONE DURING THE DEVIL’S SNARE SCENE NOT HERMIONE (’But there’s no wood!’ ‘Are you a witch or not?’)

Chamber of Secrets

  • Constantly defending Harry from Draco
  • The scene where Draco calls Hermione a mudblood and it was actually Ron who new what the term meant and explained it, not Hermione
  • Visiting Hermione in the hospital wing after she turns herself into a cat and bringing her all her homework that she missed
  • Ron going into a freaking forest full of spiders and tackling his biggest fear. Even though he was shaking the entire time and is so terrified he can’t even speak by the end of it and actually /throws up/ afterwards, he still went and did it because it needed to be done and he wasn’t about to let Harry go alone. (Okay so this was in the films but I really don’t think they actually captured the gravity of it, instead choosing to turn Ron into comic relief… Again.)
  • Being the one to go to the hospital wing so that Hermione will have someone with her so she’s not alone and to explain what happened when she wakes up

Prisoner of Azkaban

  • Actually being really concerned about Scabbers’ health and buying the rat tonic for him
  • Actual background to the Crooksanks v Scabbers business instead of just villainising Ron for the sake of making Hermione seem better
  • When he was literally woken up by Sirius holding a knife over his bed, who, as far as anyone knew then, was a mass murderer??? Why isn’t this talked about more ??
  • ‘YOU ASKED A QUESTION AND SHE KNOWS THE ANSWER, WHY ASK IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE TOLD?’ 
  • Noticing Hermione’s weird af schedule and being the only one to aCTUALLY CARE about where she was going and what she was doing
  • Literally fucking pushing Harry out of the way when they see Sirius in dog form (who they think is The Grim) and consequently getting a broken leg + dragged by his arm into the Whomping Willow
  • Awkwardly patting Hermione on the head after she apologises, instead of that weird hug thing they share in the films
  • Taking on Buckbeak’s appeal and dedicating so much time and effort into his case. Call this boy lazy or apathetic again I dare you.
  • Standing up on a BROKEN LEG to tell Sirius, who, again, was thought to be a MASS MURDERER, that ‘If you want to kill Harry you’ll have to kill us too!’ whilst Hermione stood frozen in the corner
  • Making peace with Crookshanks at the end of the book by holding Pigwidgeon up for him to check that he isn’t evil (I love Ron so much)

Goblet of Fire

  • ‘We’ll pick you up on Sunday if you can come, and we’ll still pick you up on Sunday if you can’t’ (or something like that) when talking about the quidditch world cup
  • The background and reasoning behind the big fight with Harry (+the later argument they had where Harry threw the badge @ his head.)
  • The actual insecurity Ron suffered because of the dress robes, not just the comic relief side of it.
  • Helping Harry practice for the second and third tasks practically 24/7 (including letting Harry practice stunning on him!!! #dedication)
  • Getting Krum to sign his autograph + basically all of hIS HUGE CRUSH ON KRUM JFC
  • Just generally being there for Harry after Cedric even when Harry pushes him away

Order of the Phoenix

  • Again, just generally being there for Harry even when Harry is being an ass to him (+ the part where Ron desperately wants to tell him what’s going on but Hermione + all the adults insists that they can’t)
  • RON WEASLEY BECOMING A MOTHERFUCKING PREFECT
  • The year of quidditch which, although being an essential part of the book with the whole Umbridge arc, is not even MENTIONED in the film. Literally, it’s one of the only films that doesn’t feature quidditch yet it’s the book where I’d consider quidditch to be the most important.
  • Anyway, yes, quidditch. Ron getting a new broom and sneaking out to practice so he can try out for the team
  • HERMIONE KISSING HIM ON THE CHEEK FOR LUCK. I SCREAM.
  • Ron making it on the team and having very very very little confidence so he’s… quite terrible the first few matches.
  • The awful ‘Weasley is Our King’ song that Malfoy made and the Slytherins take to singing at. Every. Single. Match.
  • Ron gaining his confidence and destroying the other team at quidditch, during which, neither Harry or Hermione were actually there to witness it. And Ron is so happy and proud but when Harry and Hermione start talking about Grawp, instead of being petty and angry at them, he listens intently and tries to help
  • Always backing up Harry when Hermione is being slightly insufferable towards him and not really understanding of his needs. (e.g when she’s pressuring him to do better at occlumency and Ron tells her to back off)
  • The whole arc where Arthur gets injured and all the Weasleys are sat around the kitchen at Grimmauld place waiting for news + the parts in St Mungos (this was in the film a little but they really didn’t go into the effect it had on the Weasleys. Especially Ron and Ginny)
  • The miraculous plan they all come up with to get Harry into Umbridge’s office (which, admittedly, backfires, but hey. At least they tries) during which Ron plays a pivotal role, not just a struggling character in the background
  • Everything to do with the ministry tbh ??? From battling death eaters to the spell that makes him delirious to the brain almost suffocating him
  • Staying in the hospital wing with Hermione for the rest of the year and the scars all down his arms from where the brain attacked him

Half Blood Prince

  • When Hermione is talking about why girls find Harry attractive and Ron is all like ‘Look at me Hermione! I’m tall too! I have scars too!” 
  • Backing up Harry when he answers Snape’s question about inferi compared to ghosts (”Well what Harry said was the most useful! If I’m going to face an inferi I’m going to be looking for if it’s transparent not asking ‘excuse me are you the imprint of a departed soul?’” or something similar. Get wrecked Snape.)
  • All of the quidditch moments in this book are golden.
  • That moment where Hermione super awkwardly asks Ron to Slughorn’s party and Harry is just in the background like,,, what an interesting plant
  • Ginny antagonising Ron about never having kissed anyone and the subsequent Lavender disaster that followed
  • Everything to do with Lavender tbh. Like, their whole relationship, not just the comic version in the movies
  • Ron’s getting poisoned actually being a really serious thing and all his family showing up at the hospital wing
  • Pretending to be asleep when Lavender comes to visit (Ron Weasley how dare you, your mother raised you better than this)
  • Okay, I really want to make a separate post about this but the whole Luna/Ron friendship in this one is gold
  • I feel like we as a fandom collectively forget this one but Ron and the rest of the DA fighting the death eaters with felix felicis whilst Harry is up the astronomy tower with Dumbledore
  • Holding Hermione at Dumbledore’s funeral ???? Honestly that’s all I need in life
  • RON ‘WE’RE WITH YOU WHATEVER HAPPENS’ WEASLEY VOWING TO ALWAYS BE AT HARRY’S SIDE INSTEAD OF SITTING IN THE BACKGROUND LIKE A STALE POTATO WHILST HARRY AND HERMIONE PLAN

Deathly Hallows

  • Giving Harry the how to charm witches book and actively trying to start a relationship with Hermione
  • Comforting Hermione when she’s upset and not being awkward about it !!!! Character development (I’m seeing a parallel to the head pat in PoA, anyone else?)
  • Standing up to the Minister of Magic at the age of seventeen like. Honestly Ron Weasley is such a badass I love him
  • Literally giving up a life of comfort and security to go and live as a fugitive in order to help Harry
  • Pushing Hermione the fuck out of the way when they’re found by Death Eaters near Charlesbury !!! Like, this boy is so brave and self-sacrificing I’m going to cry
  • Falling asleep holding hands with Hermione @ Grimmauld place
  • The severity of his splinching after the ministry debacle
  • The very real concern for his sister and Harry + Hermione’s apparent apathy that triggers the fight between him and Harry, not some motive entirely brought about by jealousy as the movies suggest
  • Okay, not Ron, but the movies really didn’t capture just how unable Harry and Hermione became without him. They didn’t talk to each other, they didn’t communicate in any way for like 95% of his absence. They were literally unable to function without him I’m so sad.
  • Saving Harry’s life and, importantly, the conversation they had afterwards where Harry reassured him that his insecurities were unfounded. And the hug. Where was my hug,Yates? Where was it?
  • Ron once again assuming his role as the heart of the trio; making Harry laugh, keeping the spirits up, getting them to function again.
  • Malfoy Manor. Just. Malfoy Manor. “NO YOU CAN HAVE ME, TAKE ME!” “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!” Literally being so distressed and worried for Hermione that he OFFERED UP HIS OWN LIFE FOR HERS AND LOST THE ABILITY TO THINK RATIONALLY. CAn we just. 
  • Even despite the mental anguish he’s going through, Ron still manages to come up with a solution for where Dobby should take them
  • Again, despite everything that’s happening around him, Ron does a near perfect imitation of Wormtail’s voice
  • Disarming Bellatrix fucking Lestrange
  • Managing to successfully apparate for the first time ever in a very high pressure situation in order to get Hermione to safety
  • Taking his shoes and socks off to lay on Dobby’s grave
  • Going back to Hogwarts and the reunion with the rest of his family; including Percy, which I really missed from the books
  • Literally like everything that happened during the battle of Hogwarts but especially:
  • “We’ve forgotten someone!” “Who?” “The house elves!” Like, guys, this is such a significant moment for his character and I understand completely why Hermione chooses this moment to kiss him 
  • How wrecked he was after Fred’s death. Like, in the books Ron is actually there to witness it. He sees his brother die. I am Not okay.
  • Hermione having to physically restrain him because he wants to go and get revenge for Fred
  • Ron punching Draco in his slimy little face “And that’s the second time we’ve saved your life tonight you two-faced bastard!”
  • Offering to be the one to go to the shrieking shack ?? ALone ?? He says something like ‘Harry you can’t go un case they see you, wait here with Hermione, and I’ll take the cloak and-” when they all know it could be a suicide mission. I’m.
  • BREAKING VOLDEMORT’S SILENCING SPELL
  • I’m sorry let me just re-iterate: RONALD WEASLEY BROKE A SILENCING SPELL MADE BY ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL WIZARDS TO EVER EXIST
  • Taking out Fenrir Greyback with Neville
  • Being the first to reach Harry after he defeated Voldemort, along with Hermione
  • Just the part where the trio go to Dumbledore’s office because I just. That’s such a nice and well rounded ending I’m going to cry
  • In the epilogue, practically everything about Ron is great but especially: “Don’t worry, it’s me, I’m famous”

In Conclusion

  • I love Ron Weasley so much
  • The films do not do him justice

- Admin Kat

(Feel free to reblog this with anything I’ve missed!)

Nicknames

Prompt/Summary: You’ve given the rest of the team nicknames, but Bucky wonders why you’ve never given him one.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: fluff, fluff fluffity fluff fluff

Word Count: 1197

Author’s Note:  Sorry Bluebird isn’t done.  So you get this instead.  I had a dance performance on Sunday and all of my evenings have been taken up by dance practice.  All done now, so back to writing. 

Originally posted by snowfox934

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When I picture the perfect life, I imagine myself in a small apartment in a small town, but near to a big one so I can get lost in the noise if I like but I can also enjoy the peace. I would hang inspirational quotes all over the walls and small lights to brighten the place. I would have a bookcase with all my favorite books and a long list of books to read. I would take the subway to work every day and I would be able to make a living out of my ability to twist words. I have always admired the power of words to touch a person’s soul, you just have to say the right ones.
And last but not least, I would come home to my best friend who would excitedly tell me about their day and all the jokes they came up with during the day and we would just relax on the couch in front of Netflix. It might not be much but it would be perfect for me.
—  giulswrites
A cool detail in Outlast 2 that I think is taken for granted.

No this isnt a fan theory or a story based post. Sorry.

Just a game play detail I thought was cool, and that detail can be described in one word; Glasses.

The fact that glasses where established so early in the game and reaffirmed a couple of times was an excellent detail in my opinion for three key reasons.

One: the ability to impare vision and fabricate tension with the use of the “I lost my glasses” cliche, and fundamentally justifying the blurred vision in tense moments.

Two: liquid splash. In video games when someone gets hurt or comes out of the water we CONSTANTLY see blood splash and water splash and rain drips on their freaking eyes.
Which is the one of the stupidest and most immersion breaking moments in any game.
The creators actually figured out a clever way to keep this design but make it believable, with glasses.
Blood would naturally splatter on the lenses and water would cling or drip off of the frames as well, meaning that theyd be right in front of your eyes obscuring vision, but without breaking immersion.

Three: And this is just speculating here so feel free to contest this thought.
I think they kind of work as a reality meter in their own way.
Hear me out on this, in the beginning of the game we see quite often that Blake loses his glasses or is subjected to vision impairment as a result of something obscuring his lenses, but as we progress not only does it happen less and less but we see his vision is no longer blurring when he is hit or subjected to trauma that would cause his glasses to break or be knocked off of his face.
In fact, the only real vision blur toward the end is when Val blows those hallucinogenics in his face.
This could signify that he had lost his glasses ages ago, (as is likely with what he’s going through) and is able to see clearly because what he is seeing is actually all in his head.
But, like I said, this is all speculation and I’d love to hear your opinion on this last tidbit.


At any rate, I think this was a kickass detail that is sorely taken for granted!!


TL;DR: Glasses rule yo.

oswald cobblepot’s capacity to love and sacrifice makes me so emotional. he’s had a hard life since childhood, gets physically and/or emotionally hurt every other episode, has lost so many people he cares about, and he is still able to love others, to put them first when push comes to shove. oswald’s story (not just his continual rise and fall into power, but his emotional highs and lows) and rlt’s ability to convey it so well honestly makes him one of my favorite characters ever.

Castiel walks from the bunker, into the dark of the woods. There is a clearing not too far away that he likes to visit at night; away from the noise of the bunker he can hear the music of the stars. But tonight isn’t for music.

As he reaches the clearing he breathes deep and closes his eyes. He knows this will be uncomfortable–painful even–but it has to be done.

Slowly, slowly, he spreads his wings. He can no longer fly–too many of his feathers are gone–but if he doesn’t exercise them regularly he gets horrible shooting pains in his shoulder blades. Every joint, every muscle, every tendon…all pop and stretch and ping with pain. His hands ball into fists as he struggles to keep them flexed as long as possible. His eyes are still squeezed shut against the pain but he can tell without looking that his feathers barely shed any light anymore.

Who am I? he wonders. Am I still an angel without my wings?

“Cas?”

The sound of Dean’s voice snaps Cas out of his thoughts and back to the meadow. Dean’s voice. How can he put such wonder and longing into one word?

Cas’s voice is strained when he answers. “Dean. How did you find me?”

Dean laughs. “Cas, you are not very sneaky. You come to this clearing so often you’ve made a path.” And then, quietly, “Cas, your wings…”

Cas grits his teeth, covers his face with his hands. “Please…” Don’t look at them. I am a disgrace. Not truly fallen, but surely I am a broken angel. Practically useless. “They are…fading. Nothing like they used to be.”

Dean’s rough hands gently pull Cas’s away from his face. “Cas. No. Your wings…they are amazing.”

Wings still stretched wide, Cas holds perfectly still as Dean tentatively reaches out with one hand. “May I?” he asks, his voice low and rough.

Cas nods.

Careful not to dislodge any feathers, Dean runs his hand over the glossy blackness. He expects something like the parrot he’d held once in a pet store, but Cas’s wings are nothing like that. They look like a bird’s wings, but they feel like…flowing water. Silk. Rose petals. The first snowfall.

Damn.

And neither of them expects Cas’s reaction.

At the first brush of fingers on feathers Cas stiffens, and then his body shudders with pure pleasure. “Dean!” he gasps. “What are–please–don’t stop!” His arms wrap around Dean, and Dean is supporting Cas’s weight, and he is more aware of his friend than he has ever been before.

Dean’s eyes widen in surprise, and then slam shut as the dim glow from Cas’s wings suddenly brightens to a glaring, electric blue.

“Um…Cas…what is going on?” Dean rasps, his fingers still lost in the softness of feathers.

“I don’t know,” Cas manages, still shaking. “No one has ever touched my wings before. It is…I am not sure how to describe it. Wonderful.” He sounds bewildered. “But…an unexpected experience.”

Dean barks a laugh. “An unexpected experience. Cas. You lost the ability to stand properly and your wings lit up like a Christmas tree.”

The laughter abruptly falls away when Cas speaks. “Look at me, Dean. Please.”

When Dean opens his eyes the light from Cas’s wings, still vividly blue-white, has dimmed to a non-blinding level. Just inches away, Cas’s eyes gaze into his, searching.

Yes, Dean thinks, and Cas must see it in his eyes, because before he can speak their lips are pressed together, and the kiss is softer than an angel’s wings.


They walk back to the bunker hand in hand. Finally Dean breaks the silence, asks, “Cas? What was that lightshow all about?”

Shyly, Cas says, “My grace, it was reaching out to you. Responding to your touch.”

“Has that happened before?” Dean asks.

“No,” says Cas. “Never.”

Dean stops and turns to look into Cas’s eyes. “So…why now?”

Without warning Cas is kissing him again, and this time Dean is almost sure he hears the faint rustling of Cas’s wings.

When they break apart, Dean smiles. “Oh.”


100,000 thank-yous to Lindsay ( @justrandomspnstuff ) who always seems to help me find my endings…plus lots of other bits and pieces along the way. :) You are the best!!!!

[Got] 7 Deadly Sins: Envy

Originally posted by pinkhoodiemark

Fools. Every single one of my selfish brothers. Fools that let sin consume their hearts, taking each of them from me. Even Jackson succumbed to his Pride. He thought he knew better than Father.

He believed himself to be Jaebum’s savior, he always did have a soft spot for him. Jaebum was the hardest of us to love but that never stopped Jackson and his giant ego from trying to break down his hardened exterior. His arrogance is what landed him here. I felt it the moment he fell.

Fools.

They can’t fend for themselves. That’s the job Father gave to me.

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When I picture the perfect life, I imagine myself in a small apartment in a small town, but near to a big one so I can get lost in the noise if I like but I can also enjoy the peace. I would hang inspirational quotes all over the walls and small lights to brighten the place. I would have a bookcase with all my favorite books and a long list of books to read. I would take the subway to work every day and I would be able to make a living out of my ability to twist words. I have always admired the power of words to touch a person’s soul, you just have to say the right ones.
And last but not least, I would come home to my best friend who would excitedly tell me about their day and all the jokes they came up with during the day and we would just relax on the couch in front of Netflix. It might not be much but it would be perfect for me.
—  giulswrites
Animagi (Newt x Animagi!Reader)

Originally posted by claracivry

Request:  I really love your writing and had a panic attach when I saw requests where open. I was wondering if you could write a fic with newt and an Animagus reader who isn’t self conscious about her abilities? Thanks! - Anon

So, I saw somewhere that the animal of your patronus is also likely to be your animagus

P/A: Patronus animal

Enjoy :)

Oh, warning: trash


You were an animagi.  The idea of being able to transform into an animal was a dream for you, so you went through with the tasks required to become an animagi a little after you had graduated Hogwarts.  Your animagus was a P/A, the same as your patronus.  

You met Newt Scamander while you were at the Ministry of Magic legally registering to become an animagi (Unlike the Marauders).  Newt was there to update the Department of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures on his discoveries so far.  You overheard a bit about his case full of magical creatures, and on his way out you stopped him to ask him about it.  Flushed, Newt told you a little about his creatures.  But you wanted to know more.  So you pulled him to a nearby bench and began asking dozens of questions.

Newt was utterly thrilled someone had taken a fascination with his creatures and beasts.

**Month Later**

Ever since then, you had been travelling with Newt as kind of a co-author of his upcoming book.  You would edit and fix his mistakes after he had written a chapter when he was clearly far too tired to think straight.  Having an extra hand that could also turn into an animal was just what Newt needed.  He loved having you there to help him out with the creatures.  Oh, forgot to mention that he was completely smitten with you.

After roughly three months of this, Newt finally mustered up the courage to quietly and sweetly ask you out on a date.  Of course you said yes.  How could anyone pass on that adorable blushy face?  Pretty soon you two became an official couple.  Kissing, cuddling, and all.  

Your daily routine was typically the same.  Wake up, feed the creatures, feed yourself, relax, feed the creatures, eat dinner, go to bed.  After you had eaten breakfast, you and Newt were quietly sitting in the workshop part of Newt’s case.   Newt was doodling creatures on a scrap piece of paper he found, while you were reading a book.  

Newt was lost in his thoughts, and for some reason he began wondering if you had ever experienced people ridiculing you for your animagus abilities.

“Hey, Y/N?” he said, setting down his pencil and turning to face you.

You looked up from your book and smiled.  “Yes?”

“Have you ever… uh…” He drifted off.

“Newt?  Are you okay?”

Newt snapped back into reality.  “What?  Oh, yes I’m perfectly fine.  I was just curious if… has anyone ever made fun of you for being an animagi?”

You frowned, but then thought for a moment.  “Not that I can recall… I’m quite proud of my abilities, really.”

Newt grinned.  “I’m glad to hear that.  You’re truly amazing, you know that?”

You reached a hand across the small room and ruffled Newt’s curly hair.  “Only because you tell me everyday.”

“Because you are,” Newt replied, taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“Aw, you’re very sweet.”

Newt fake-groaned.  “You tell me that everyday,” he said, imitating you.

You chuckled.  “Because you are!  My little sweetheart,” you said cutely yet a bit mockingly and leaned in quickly to peck his lips.

Newt flashed a smile.  “I know.”


Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

9,100 - 10,000 Follower Prompt Batch Special
  • “I was trying to keep it a secret.”
  • “I don’t know how you managed to throw a party in my own house without me noticing, but props to you.”
  • “Stop getting us kicked out of grocery stores.”
  • “Look, I can’t even touch my toes.”
  • “Something tells me that you’ve been keeping information from me.”
  • “We’re wearing matching outfits. Don’t make this any more embarrassing than it already is.”
  • “You picked me to do mission impossible. This is all your fault.”
  • “I know my limits, but everyone keeps pressuring me to do better.”
  • “I have exactly three coins and two lint balls in my pocket, I assure you.”
  • “So long as I get to my goal, it doesn’t matter what I have to do.”
  • “It’s not that I won’t, it’s that I can’t.”
  • “We could care less.”
  • “How inconvenient. I guess I have to deal with you.”
  • “Messing with you is always a little bit fun.”
  • “Stick to the plan and we’ll be fine.”
  • “I don’t want to admit that I wasn’t listening to any of it.”
  • “Don’t look now, but they took our ride." 
  • "Maybe wearing bright colors on a stealth mission isn’t a good idea." 
  • "You are in no position to argue with me right now.”
  • “You stress me out. One bad choice at a time, please.”
  • “How’d we lose? I thought we had that!”
  • “I can help, but it’ll cost you.”
  • “What was I supposed to do?”
  • “I’ve been wanting to dance with you all night.”
  • “Can you give me a chance to prove my innocence?”
  • “I worked really hard on that and you’re just going to throw it away?”
  • “I stopped listening after you said you needed my help.”
  • “What am I to you? I want you to be clear about this.”
  • “Your agony is music to my ears.”
  • “I have no idea where I’m going. I can only hope it’s the right way.”
  • “If I have to suffer watching your favorite movie ten million times, you can watch mine at least once.”
  • “I always feel dread in my stomach when I see you plotting.”
  • “At this point, I ask myself why I even hang out with you.”
  • “One of these days, you’re gonna light my house on fire.”
  • “If there’s one thing you’re not allowed to do, it’s crawl on my ceiling like a spider.”
  • “I’ve practically mastered this piece of machinery.”
  • “There’s no easy way to say what I’m about to tell you." 
  • "You make it so hard to care about you.”
  • “I’d be done with all of this by now if I weren’t so tired.”
  • “Unless you have a crown on your head, I’m not listening to you.”
  • “It’s been a couple hundred years since I’ve had a friend.”
  • “Reckless and careless are just two of the many words that can be used to describe me.”
  • “I thought, if anyone, you’d be happy for me.”
  • “There’s always a problem according to you.”
  • “I saved my last dance just for you. Come on.”
  • “Don’t eat the snow. You don’t know what’s touched it.”
  • “I’ve been saving my love for the right person.”
  • “There’s no stopping me now.”
  • “Watch these smooth moves. I’ve been working on them for months.”
  • “Shapeshifting is not an easy ability to master, okay? I’m trying.”
  • “Are you ready to fail? I’ve got this in the bag.”
  • “Look at me, darling, and start taking notes.”
  • “I started looking for aliens as a joke and then this happens.”
  • “It was always you and I together, but I need to grow independently.”
  • “I don’t want people to associate me with you.”
  • “It’s a shame that you won’t be able to go.”
  • “Don’t think you can get away with that kind of behavior here.”
  • “What went from me trying to get money out of the bank turned into some sort of robbery that I hadn’t been planning on doing.”
  • “Stop worrying about what will go wrong. It doesn’t help you in any way.”
  • “Do you wanna explain to me why pasta sauce is all over my kitchen?”
  • “Yeah, like I haven’t heard that joke before. ‘Need a hand’? Ha, so funny. My sides hurt from laughing so hard.”
  • “Your looks are attractive. Maybe not to them, but certainly to me.”
  • “This just goes to show why you shouldn’t press large red buttons.”
  • “I don’t remember ordering an AI. Do you think they got the wrong house?”
  • “You have no business exploring my floating castle.”
  • “I got lost in the clouds. Literally.”
  • “Sometimes I can see them in the mist or the snow. Sometimes the rain, too.”
  • “I’ve been trying really hard to be patient with you.”
  • “I can count on all ten of my fingers on why I can’t stand you.”
  • “Magic has been a part of your family for many generations and I was sent to help you.”
  • “So, what, you have the ability to make dolls come to life? That’s creepy.”
  • “You had an eyelash on your cheek. Sorry.”
  • “I started to piece together that I was more like your bodyguard than your friend to you.”
  • “I’ve never seen you look so blue. What’s got you down?”
  • “I’m not the kind of person who can comfort others, but I can try.”
  • “I can’t believe you decided on that name for your dragon.”
  • “You should be offended. I’m offended on your behalf.”
  • “I can see you staring at me.”
  • “I thought I had let that fire die out ages ago.”
  • “If I’m the tree, you’re the sun and the water.”
  • “Waxing poetic is about the only thing I do for you in your time of need, sadly.”
  • “I think you enjoy mixing up quotes, because you know it irritates me.”
  • “Sometimes I hope that I can find you when I look up at the stars.”
  • “All I need you to do is cover me while I sneak out.”
  • “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to hang around here? You might run into creatures like me.”
  • “I don’t recall asking for your opinion and yet here you are.”
  • “It’s nice to look back on all the progress I’ve made.”
  • “If you don’t think you could support your child no matter the possibility of who they become or what they are, you shouldn’t have one. No ifs, no buts, no ands." 
  • "It’s so cold, I can’t feel my hand. Can you feel it for me? You know, to make sure it’s still there?”
  • “I’m tired of trying to make you laugh at the expense of my own feelings.”
  • “Don’t ask me how I got stuck. Help me get out of here.”
  • “I’m knitting wing covers for you. What color do you like?”
  • “I’m starting to think you aren’t worth the time and devotion I’ve given you.”
  • “You don’t have to smile if you’re not happy.”
  • “It’s unfair to ask me such a question.”
  • “I knew you cared! This blanket didn’t make its way around my shoulders by itself when I was sleeping.”
  • “When I said I wanted a roommate, I meant a living one, with a job." 
  • "All you need, my friend, is a little spark to help you.”
  • “I feel like you all have your lives figured out.”
  • “Just where would I be able to hide the world’s biggest gem on my person? These pockets can barely fit chapstick.”

Imagine Chris finding out you wrote his favorite love story.

A/N: Part 2 is here, yo! :) You can find the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1) I’m really liking where this is going, do you? ❤️

After Chris returned with your second vanilla latte, and his first green tea- he wasn’t a coffee person unless his schedule needed him to be- the both of you chatted at your corner table in Starbucks. The way you talked to each other, it was like two old friends rather than a fan with her celebrity crush. You’d started the conversation incredibly nervous; you’d had to hide your clammy palms under your butt in fear that he’d reach over and give your hand another pat or gentle squeeze. But the more you talked to Chris, the calmer you became about the whole situation. You didn’t know what it was about him that normalized him despite his celebrity status and deadly good looks, but for a second- you could almost forget that you were talking to Chris Evans.

Believe it or not, Chris was everything you’d imagined he’d be, and more- if that was even possible. The way you’d portrayed him in your stories was- as far as you could see- a hundred and ten percent accurate. The man was sweet, kind, funny, intelligent, and real. Chris was real, he was real with his questions, his comments, and his interest in what you had to say. You were so lost in the conversation- in his darling blue eyes- that you forgot to take some notes so you could write a piece based around this once in a lifetime meeting, though you doubt you needed anything to remind you of this interaction. You were pretty sure this was something you were going to remember on your deathbed, which was surely moments away if he continued to smile at you the way he was.

Now the realistic side of you reminded you not to fall too hard for, or get too attached to the man you clearly had no chance with; you had to know that Chris was just talking to you to pass time in a boring airport. But the hopelessly romantic and imaginative side of you said otherwise; Chris wasn’t the kind of guy who would approach a girl unless he was genuinely interested, be it romantically, or platonically. You may not have known him personally, but you knew he wasn’t the kind of guy who would lead people on, or use people. You’d watched enough interviews, read enough articles and fan encounters, and written enough fan fiction to know that he was a genuinely nice guy who was worth befriending and loving if you were ever lucky enough to acquire those chances. Perhaps you didn’t have a chance at being his girlfriend like you’d always dreamed of, but maybe- just maybe, you had a chance at being his friend.

“So tell me, Y/N.” He began and smiled when he saw how much more relaxed you were with him now than you were at the start of the conversation. Your hands had dried and returned to thrum the tabletop quietly as you waited for him to finish his sentence. “What made you want to pursue screen writing?”

“Would you believe me if I said you?” You quizzed with a small smile, which grew wider when you saw him smile. You started explaining when you saw his facials prompt a continuation, “I um- I’ve always loved writing, ever since I was kid. I liked making up stories, imagining all the different lives I could live and all the different jobs I could do. It was a good escape from my mundane life,” you admitted with pursed lips. “But uh- I never really thought about turning it into a career until I started writing fan fiction about you on Tumblr.”

“How do you mean?”

“I wrote as an escape,” you said and he nodded, acknowledging what you’d told him earlier “I took myself into a different world where I could have the perfect life with the perfect guy so I could feel better. Writing was like a safe haven, a place where nothing bad could get to me. It made me happy and I realized…” You trailed off, licking your dry lips. “There must be a lot of people like me out there who needed someone else to be, someone wonderful to be with. I just- there had to be someone out there who needed a safe haven too.”

“So you started posting on Tumblr,” he finished for you and you nodded.

“I started out pretty slow, I had a few likes here and there. Um- It took a while for me to build a fan base, but eventually- I had a reasonable number of readers who supported all my pieces. A lot of them thanked me for writing something that took their mind off a bad day. Some thanked me for making them smile and-” You felt your eyes welled with tears of joy; you were still touched every time you talked about your interactions with your readers. “And some would tell me that my stories gave them a reason to hold out for a love as strong as the ones I wrote about.”

Chris smiled as he listened to you answer his question in great detail with an indescribable amount of pride and passion. He felt his heart flutter as he unknowingly starting falling for you. You were a lot like the protagonist in one of his favorite love stories, which was surprisingly a Chris Evans mini series written by a fan on Tumblr. He’d found the link lodged away in his Twitter mentions, a simple sentence “you deserve a love as strong as this” caught his attention and invited him into the world of fan fiction. He spent a whole day reading the entire series and wishing he’d the life that Chris Evans had, wishing he had the girl that Chris Evans had. He was still yet to ask if you’d heard about the series, perhaps you could help him find out who wrote it because he’d love to meet and talk to the talented and obviously lovely author who surely based the second person protagonist around herself. Maybe she was the one, maybe they could get together and try to work towards the life she wrote about.

“What I thought was a hobby changed people’s lives for the better,” you continued and he nodded, smiling. “So how can I not make that into a career? How can I waste my ability to inspire and touch people through my words? To make them realize that they deserve something great? I don’t know, I’m rambling a little.” You chuckled nervously and he shook his head. “I just feel like if I can change one life, my time on this earth has been worthwhile.”

“That’s sweet,” he smiled. “Like- that’s just-” He found himself at a lost for words as he watched you intently. He chuckled softly with a shake of his head, “you’re- you’re kind of amazing, Y/N.” You felt your cheeks flush as you bit back your growing smile. “That is- that’s an amazing answer to such a simple question. But before I say anything else, I don’t think I have anything to do with your decision. I’m just one of the pieces, y'know? I mean- it sounds to me like you would’ve done something amazing with your talent even if you weren’t a fan of mine. I was just lucky enough to be the one you wrote about, I had nothing to do with any of it.”

“Well that’s not entirely true,” you chuckled. “I wouldn’t have pursued anything if I weren’t a fan of yours.” You told him and he narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Yes, I would’ve wrote about someone else but- your success story is kind of what made me push myself into studying screenwriting. In all your interviews, you talked about pushing yourself into what scares you. Like working with Marvel and going to New York to pursue your acting career- those stories are what inspired me to pursue my own, I would’ve never if it weren’t for you.”

He smiled, unsure of what to say except, “I’m glad I could help. You’re very talented from what I could see over your shoulder,” he said then chuckled when you did. “Would you mind letting me read something else of yours? I promise I won’t judge,” he told you when you looked hesitant. “Unless you’re one of those kinky smut writers,” he teased. “‘Cause then maybe there’ll be a little judgement.”

“Hey, some of my best friends are kinky smut writers.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Well, I don’t mean any disrespect to them. I’m just- stunned they can come up with what they come up with. Perhaps I should take a few tips, turn my vanilla based life into something more swirly.” He joked and you laughed, covering your mouth when you realized you were attracting attention.

“Like you need any tips on how to get things done in the bedroom,” you said then blushed when he smiled. “Fine,” you opened your laptop screen and turned it towards him after opening your most successful piece; your mini-series. “It’s um- It’s a mini-series, so it’s fairly long.” You explained and Chris’ heart skipped a beat; his eyes quickly scanned what was in front of him so he could determine if you were the girl he was looking for. “You don’t have to read it all, you can just-”

“Holy crap,” his eyes stopped at one of the many sentences he’d read a thousand times. “Drunk minds speak for a sober heart,” he mumbled to himself then looked up at you. Your eyes narrowed in confusion when you saw the way he was looking at you. Was that- adoration? You were about to question him when he smiled and breathed, “it’s you.”

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Part 3A

Let Me Touch Your Fire (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Mutant!Reader

Words: 695

Warnings: Aaaaaaaangst. Rough childhood.

Summary: You’re a mutant who was experimented on by Stryker. He changed your mutation so instead of feeling others’ emotions and transferring emotions to them, you can now only transfer emotions and you feel nothing.

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“You are a Force of Nature” - A Conversation with the Sea

I went to the beach awhile ago, but I’m just now getting around to jotting this down.  Thankfully the lesson has been ingrained enough in my memory that I can repeat the gist of the conversation without much help.

I was doing some witchcraft by the water, entering the waves and feeling them rush over my body and seeing how I could harness thee energy, when a thought just kind of struck me: “The ocean is full of infinite energy.  It just keeps coming and going.  It neverstops.”  And it seemed to hear me, and decided to engage me.

“Ocean, you are an infinite force of nature,” I said.  “But you’re also stationary.  You are stuck right there where you are.  You’re just ocean.”

“That is correct, for the most part,” the ocean told me.  “My energy can be carried by the wind, by the gulls, and by the people coming and going.  As is with many forces of nature.  We transmit and receive energy, but we cannot do much carrying on our own.  That is what the role of the witch is for.”

“The witch?” I asked, but as the words were being revealed to me, I was already beginning to understand.

“Yes.  It is not we who do your bidding, it is you who do our bidding.  You harness our energy to achieve your goals.  You carry us across the universe. Without those who are aware and capable of channeling this energy to produce good, we, the elements, would be nothing.  I would just be the sea, with infinite waves, but with no one to receive them.  I do not have a creative will of my own. I generate and observe.  I do not designate: ‘that goes there because I wish.’”

“So witches are a necessary force of nature, just like the wind or the sea?”

“Witches have the ability to listen and create.  It is not something all humans can do–they have lost touch with the part of their will that listens to the whispers in their soul.  That is why it is important the world have witches, those who can see and hear and understand us, to shift the energies to the places we cannot reach.”

This was my lesson from the ocean: You are a force of nature. Your very will is the fifth, essential element: the spirit.  You can and do create marvelous things with your craft, and the elements, and all the spirits of the world, recognize you for it.  It sets you apart even from the greatness of the sea.  Your path is not only valid – the universe needs it to exist.  The ocean, and the other elements for that matter, can and do want to carry your will, but they cannot do it without you.

I Lost The Baby

Request: Can you do a Jughead Jones Imagine with prompts 4, 31 and 41? That would be awesome, thank you!

Prompts: #4 “You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!”  #31 “Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.” #41 “I… I lost the baby.”

Word Count: 805

Pairing: Jughead Jones X Reader

Warnings; talk of miscarriage 


Y/N’s P.O.V

Positive, the words were staring right back at me and I couldn’t seem to muster up the courage to do anything. I just read and reread it, thinking it would change. And it’s not that I didn’t want kids, it’s just that I didn’t want a kid when I was still a kid myself. Not to mention, having to tell Jughead and my dad, it will be torture. The door vibrated with the small knocks being tapped against it, “what does it say?” My boyfriends voice rang through my ears, slowly, I turned the knob, letting the door come open, I simply looked at Jughead and started crying. 

He looked anywhere but me for a short moment, “we’ll figure it out.” He assured me, as I practically fell into his arms. “How?” I asked, not even caring that my tears must be soaking through his shirt, “I don’t know, but we’ll do it.” He mumbled, handling this all much better than I was. “Never though that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.” He added, and I nodded agreement, it was just a tiny moment. Spur of the moment, totally unplanned and now here we are. Trying to figure out what do with our child.

***

“Dad.” I called, anxiously sitting on the couch with Jughead next to me, gripping my hand. “Just a second!” My dads normally cheery voice sounded dull and tired, I heard him talking to someone, telling me he was on the phone. “Are you sure he doesn’t already know?” Jug asked for the millionth time, looking down at the small bump that I’ve been hiding, despite his many pleads to say something. “I’m positive.” I mumbled, hearing my dads footsteps coming towards us. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows as Jughead and I looked at him. “Y/N.” My dad said again, the silence going on for to long. “I’m pregnant.” I sighed not being able to look at him again, although Jughead managed to look up at him which was a bad idea. “You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!” My dad shouted, practically tearing Jughead off of me. I stood up, blocking my dad from Jughead, “it’s not just his fault, dad.” I snapped, standing my guard. “Jughead, leave please, I’ll call you later.” I mumbled, turning towards him, he nodded, grabbing his bag before giving me one last look. 

***

I woke up, feeling a shooting pain in my stomach, I threw the blankets off of me, trying to sit up but froze when I saw blood, a lot of blood. No, no, no, no, that’s all I could think as the tears started up, my hands shot to my stomach, “move baby, come on.” I whispered to myself, “please.” I whimpered. Nothing, I didn’t feel anything. “Dad!” I screamed, sobbing as I desperately moved my hands around my stomach. “Dad!” I yelled again, this can’t be happening. 

I stared blankly in front of me, watching as Jughead ran down the hall, straight towards the room, I forced my eyes elsewhere, not being able to look at him. My dad went outside of the hospital room, stopping Jughead and saying something to him that made him actually grip onto my dad’s arm, stopping him from falling down. It felt like everything was in slow motion as the doctor turned off the ultrasound, “I’m sorry, you lost the baby.” His word’s rang through my ears, “I’ll come back in a little bit to discuss your options.” And that’s when I realized, how far along I am, they have to–no, I can’t even think about that. 

“Y/N.” Jughead tried to put a smile on his face, sitting in the chair next to me, my dad waiting outside. “I… I lost the baby.” I cried out, feeling as if I just came too, I didn’t feel numb anymore, it hurt, my chest felt heavy as I shook with sobs. “It’s gonna be okay.” He tried to tell me, but even through my tears I could see his. “It’s not!” I snapped, unintentionally, but he understood, to the best of his ability, how much harder this has to be for me, not to mention the physical toll this is taking on me as well.

“How can you say it’s okay!? They have to take our baby out of me, and she’s not gonna be alive!” I added, making him squeeze his eyes shut, “she?” He asked, not yet knowing that it was a girl. I planned on telling him tomorrow, but now I can’t, I covered my face in my hands. How are we going to recover from this? I stopped trying to get away from Jughead, and just let him hug me, knowing he needed it just as much as me.

coredesignixandnekonee  asked:

I feel like ranting, so I'm going to rant at you if that's allowed? I was at a con last august, sitting in the con suite, chatting away with two nice ladies and a nice but slightly overbearing guy. The youngest of the other three was probably at least ten years older than me. I managed to casually mentioned my religion. 1/?

“The one lady asked what it was, and before I even could open my mouth again the other two were explaining it in ways I didn’t see as fully true, citing one or two other friends, and I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. So, I kept trying to speak and kept getting talked over, until the conversation moved on and it would’ve been rude to bring it up again. 2/?

“I was right there, and I’ve grown up in the religion they were trying to describe, but because I was 17, and happened to admit that I might not be the be-all-end-all for asking questions, my input was basically denied.  And even believing that all religions hold a portion of the truth doesn’t stop hearing my religion described as “Unitarianism if it had come from an Islamic perspective” from stinging way more than it should’ve. 3/3 Thanks for the rant, I guess you can delete these if you want.”

UGH HUMANS.

Some people just do not want to hear anything from people Who Do Not Have The Life Experience To Ride This Ride.  And it’s infuriating and shitty and does not get any less so with time, unfortunately.

(Example: I lost the ability to stay awake for twenty-four hours without serious negative consequences when I was sixteen, which was earlier than most of my friends.  I complained about this to my gaming group, at which point my forty-five year old GM mocked me so hard that it still stings.  “You don’t know about getting old,” he said.  Yeah, well, I knew I had lost something because of time, and that was enough for me.)

Those people were shits.  I am sorry you encountered shits.  It will happen again.  Sometimes age is a valid measure of things–but more often, it’s what you’ve experienced/learned.  I know eighteen year olds who get to explain pregnancy; I still don’t.  Listen to people’s experiences.  When people won’t listen to yours, remember: they are shits, and you can walk away.

utter genius

author’s note: would it really be that big of a surprise if i said this was inspired by real life events? this was back when i was in high school. i still freshly remember how royally pissed this one particular guy was to lose against me in our history debate. i just re-vamped it with this joyous piece ahahah.

rivals au / high school au | 2,766 words | fluff, comedy; warnings: none.
↳ to say the least, having you and kihyun debate against each other might not have been the best idea… or maybe it was?

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I am a loner 
who has lost the ability 
to be alone

The silence used to
soothe me 
and now I am craving
whispered nothing’s,
innocent intimacies 


I just want someone 
who can be there 
to hold me,
instead of wrapping 
my arms around myself,
in a mockery 
of what I am seeking

—  this loneliness might kill me || O.L.