just so desperate for attention

anonymous asked:

hi! do you by any chance have new andreil fics you could rec? don't mean to bother its just I've read them all and looking for some new ones...

“do you have any new andreil fics you could rec?” they ask, as if I don’t spend my time obsessively looking for new ones

the long way down (by ilgaksu) is undoubtedly one of my favorites that centers around just one of them. andrew takes on stepping out of the closet during his professional exy career & tackling homophobia, among other things. ngl during my first read through all I could think was about how blessed I was to be reading it with my own two eyes.

on the impossibility of reality (by defractum) is! a gift! i’d never read an inception au before (probably due to the fact that I hadn’t actually seen the movie jesus but I delved in anyways) but I know for sure now i’ll never be able to read a different one. the storytelling is very smooth & almost physically hooks you to the plot.

the bittersweet between my teeth (by alaynes)….listen I’m not even sure how i’m supposed to describe it. the best time-travel au i’ve ever read. I envy everything about this fic: the dialogue makes me drool; the characterization is hands-down gorgeous; and the plot deserves a noble prize bc it saved my life. but also i’d like to sue them for superfluous and unnecessary suffering 

mirror, mirror (by SashaSea) it’s! such a creative au I’ve never seen anything like it. the author really worked wonders with it. it reads like poetry. captivating. genius. like just having to look back to check the titles right now I ended up rereading them.

fall banquet pr stunts (by flybbfly) fake relationship fic that is even better than whatever you are thinking. everything about it is stunning and unfairly witty, naturally. it is as much of a andreil fic as it is a renison one, by the way, with tiny snippets of jerejean in the background. it never gets old no matter how many times you read it.

“I don’t like to be handed things.”

Can we talk about the implications of those words? Like, what happened to Tony that made him weary of taking something from someone else’s hands? Is it just a weird quirk, one of those things that people have but can’t explain? Or is it something more.

Like just imagine:

Young Tony Stark, so desperate for his fathers attention, would do anything he could to spend time with his father. So imagine young Tony, helping his father in the lab, but because Howard is Howard he doesn’t treat Tony like a kid, he just treats Tony as he would any other genius assistant.

“Here, hold this,” he says, as he holds out a soldering iron by the hot end. Howard had never given Tony any protective gear and Tony don’t want to irritate his father by pointing this out and risk getting kicked out of the lab, not able to help anymore. So he takes it. It burns like nothing he’s ever felt before, and he fights against the reflexive urge to drop it, to cry out and cradle his hand. He puts it down calmly and uses his shoulder to wipe away the tears before Howard can notice. Howard has already moved on.

Jarvis tisks over the burns as he bandages them later, pursing his lips, but he doesn’t say anything because he knows Howard would never listen and this is one of the few ways he’ll spend anytime with his son. And it’s not his place because, unfortunately, young Master Anthony is not his is child.

Tony’s older now. Fourteen. Away at MIT, away from his fathers disapproving stares, away from Maria’s despondent smiles as she lays in bed, unable to gather the energy to face the day, away from that look Jarvis gets on his face whenever Howard starts to talk about Captain Rogers again.

He’s at a party, surrounded by people, surrounded by girls - and some boys - beautiful people who give Tony attention, affection, something he’s never had before so he doesn’t know how to deal with it. He’s already had a few drinks and is a little tipsy, but he’s fine. A few drinks never hurt anybody. “Puts some hair on your chest,” he remembers his father saying when he was younger, eleven maybe twelve, pressing a glass of iced amber liquid into his hand.

A boy comes over and presses a drink into his hand. Stone, he thinks his name is, Tiberius Stone. He seemed nice, had been kind to Tony when he first arrived a couple months ago, younger than his peers and afraid of rejection. “Drink this,” Ty says, “it’ll make you feel better.” He takes it and drinks and the rest of the night is a blur, he doesn’t remember much after that, but he does remember waking up in a room he doesn’t recognize with no memory of how he got there.

It’s the little things that add up, he thinks, when suddenly one day he’s looking down at the file in his new assistants hand - Pepper, he thinks, but he knows that’s not her real name - and he can’t bring himself to take it. It’s harmless, a simple paper file and all he has to do it sign it. And he knows he can trust this girl, hired her himself after she barged into his office with - or technically without - the threat of pepper spray to his security. But the thought of lifting his hand makes his stomach turn, makes his body grow cold, and he can’t figure out why suddenly reaching out and taking a file from someone’s hand is now such a struggle.

“I don’t like to be handed things,” he says slowly, eyeing the file and trying to relax his body.

Pepper doesn’t seem to notice his struggle, simply putting the folder down on the desk by his hand, moving on to the next item on her list. She brushes it off as one of those weird billionaire eccentricities and doesn’t question it again.

~

Weird billionaire quirk or learned aversive behavior stemming from a subconscious fear of being harmed by those around him? I think about this all the time.

anonymous asked:

hello there is this boy and i like him a lot but i feel like i'm gonna scare him away bc i randomly send things that are way too personal bc its a compulsive thing and im so worried bc hes so cool and accepting and i like him v much but im just so desperate for attention and i can tell its annoying even if he denies it

Hi there :-) I’ve totally been in this situation before so I feel you ! The truth is, even if you feel like you’re being annoying, it’s not always the case ! Try to remember that you are worth much more than the time it takes for your crush to respond or the embarrassment/awkwardness felt when you feel like you’re sharing too much. If you feel that you are ever becoming too fixated with their validation, try to take time for yourself. Focus on you ! Try to think: this guy is great but is he worth so much of my energy right now? Use that energy doing something you love like drawing or reading. Even if you really like someone, just remember that their validation shouldn’t be your number one priority. And I get that this can be a bit hard but it goes hand in hand with gaining confidence and self assurance. I’m still learning too ! Good luck, pal ☘️

anonymous asked:

Hey Mogi~ just wanted to send you a hug. I don't know you very well but you seem like a really great person and you deserve lots of hugs❤️💙

*hugs* thanks anon ^^

I'm Not Touching You

Summary: It’s really hard to get some reading in with Bucky causing mischief.
AN: Basically a cute little drabble, hopefully to cushion the monstrous amount of angst I’ve written lately xD

Words:  905

Originally posted by enochianess

He’s relentless. No matter how many times you shove him away and insist that you’re too busy, Bucky just can’t seem to leave you alone.

You’ve been trying to finish your book for ages, but between saving the world and giving Bucky the attention he so desperately craves you just haven’t had the time. But the world’s been quiet a few days and you think maybe you can relax, until he slumps down next to you on the couch and keeps trying to play with your hair.

It’s cute for the first five minutes. He slips his long fingers through the tangles of hair at your scalp and you shudder, tilting your head away and swatting absently at his hand. But he doesn’t go away, just sits there like an overgrown beagle and tries again to woo you.

“Buck, I’m reading,” you mumble through a smirk, shoving his shoulder without looking up. He grins and doesn’t go away, and that’s when you know it’s going to get rough. He hangs back for a minute and you watch him in the corner of your eye.

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While I love pale gamkar to death, I like to entertain the thought of pale gamdave just because of how interesting the dynamics would be

Like you have Dave who doesn’t get quadrant shit but is also confused about his sexuality and suddenly he has this weird clown who is obviously into him but he can’t really tell in which way the clown is into him so there’s a lot of guess work going on. Like maybe he hit on the clown once trying to be ironic but Gamzee is so obviously desperate for positive attention that he’s just like :oO!!! And Dave is like “fuck i fucked up dude I’m not gay” and gamzee is just like “hahaha what okay wanna smooch” and Dave is like ????

So it all eventually dissolves into a lot of talking and them learning about each other and Gamzee teaching Dave how to accept himself and Dave just being there for Gamzee as a positive individual in his life and maybe learns to not mock his religion and they just become good buds

I think the most heart wrenching thing about Guzma is that he’s still a little kid inside looking for approval. That’s why he joins up with Lusamine. He’s just so desperate for some attention, love, and acceptance that he’ll do anything. And when you travel into the Ultra Hole, some shots of Guzma make him look like a little kid. This guy really needs some healthy love.

I’m going to say something I’ve kept to myself at least on some level.

YOU CAN JUST NOT LIKE A WRESTLER

let me repeat myself

YOU CAN JUST NOT LIKE A WRESTLER

They can be talented as all hell, have mic skills out the ass, be as pretty as Finn, Roman and Sasha times 1000 and YOU CAN STILL JUST NOT LIKE A WRESTLER

I won’t say that there isn’t bigotry, bullying or sexism within the industry and it’s fans, but…YOU CAN STILL JUST NOT LIKE A WRESTLER without automatically being these things.

“You’re actually working.” Ren’s chin drops suddenly on Hux’s shoulder from behind, startling him. He nearly drops his datapad. “I thought you just pretended so people wouldn’t bother you.”

“It clearly didn’t stop you,” Hux remarks, struggling to compose himself while Rens wraps his arms around Hux’s waist and pulls him close, humming into his shoulder.

“You’re not my superior.” Ren presses a kiss to his neck. “Put that away. I want you in my bed.”

“We don’t always get what we want,” Hux says absently, typing on the datapad. He makes a half-hearted attempt to shrug Ren off, and is unsurprised when all it earns him is a huff of laughter and more kisses. Hux sighs. “If I don’t finish this now, I’ll have to do it tomorrow. Ignoring it won’t make it process itself.”

“You work too hard.” Ren bites his ear.

“Or maybe I just take my work more seriously than some.”

“You need to relax more.”

“I thought that was what you were for.”

“I’m trying. You’re not exactly cooperating.”

Hux sighs again. Ren goes back to trailing his mouth along his neck and throat.

“Ten minutes.”

“Your shift ended half an hour ago.”

“And now I’m taking ten more minutes.”

Ren moves his mouth to Hux’s jaw.

“Ren.

He starts using his teeth.

Ren.” Hux fists a hand in Ren’s hair and yanks him off his neck, turning his head to meet Ren’s eyes. “Ten minutes,” he says, sternly.

Ren stares at him. Then his face breaks into a smirk. “As you wish. General.”

As soon as Hux’s grip on his hair relaxes, he darts in and plants a quick kiss on the corner of Hux’s mouth.

“I’ll be waiting in my quarters. Don’t be late.”

Love/Loss (Prologue)

Summary: AU: Kylo Ren meets a girl on the distant planet of Galidraan while hunting down a force-sensitive who is attempting to rebuild the Jedi Order. The obsession that ensues is not at all what he had planned.

Warnings: Some violence. Mentions of death. 

Rating: T, but as the story progresses it will definitely go up.

Word Count: 1600

A/N: Galidraan is actually a canon planet, guys. I put some real effort into being authentic. In other words: I am ridiculously anal and should be stopped. Sorry about the delay, I’ve been sick recently but! I’m feeling much better! As always, send me any ideas as to where you want the story to go or things you would like me to include. P.S.: I am always open to compliments or just comments in general so hmu because I am desperate for attention?? 

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This VIXX comeback is so luxurious

Like, its all so sensual. The dances for “The Closer” and “Desperate” are just so slick. And the attention to hands and the lace blindfolds at the beginning of “The Closer”. Listening to “The Closer” makes me feel like I’m at a masquerade ball, drinking champagne against the wall, wearing a black crystal gown and satin gloves up to my elbows. I mean, during their comeback stage today, they had rose petals falling from the ceiling? How much more decadent can it get? Keep up the good work VIXX. This album is everything to me.