just things i found in my drafts

that girl isn’t fire, or steel, or ice;
she is the warmth of morning rays,
the softness of freshly-spun silk,
and the slow ebb of gentle rainfall.
her edges aren’t jagged and sharp like yours,
but smooth and rounded; a stone unmarred
by the cruelties of a world that would fashion it
into a weapon, into a monster.
(into you.)

she is no warrior, but something far more rare.
those beautiful eyes have seen the ugliest things
within you, and she has never looked away.
those delicate hands cradled your heart,
never minding the threatening thorns it bore.
she could have crushed it, could have broken it,
could have held it hostage or torn it apart.
instead, she brought it up to her lips and kissed,
smiling with blood running down her chin:

‘if you are made of thorns my dear,
then i will be your flower petals—’
—  and together we shall become a rose | m.a.w
Happy for you, happy with you

At your brother’s wedding, you wonder if you’re ever going to be as happy as he is with your own boyfriend.

this has been a draft in my drafts for months, and today I found it again and was like “oh shit yeah i’ll write that.” so. uh. enjoy???

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Summary: Bucky says sorry

Word count: 484

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Angsty Bucky

A/N: Just a little drabble I had sitting in my drafts for a long time but was too anxious to post it. Also, sorry about my long absence, I had a few things going on but now I have holidays so there will be hopefully a lot of fics the next weeks :)

Originally posted by oreo-wonderbatch

You climbed the stairs to your apartment, returning from grocery shopping. Balancing the bags in one of your hands, your other fished around in your pockets, searching for your key.

After a while you finally found it and upon opening the door were greeted with a suffocating silence. With a sigh you closed your door behind you and placed your key on the cupboard next to you.

Out of the corner of your eyes you saw your phone blink, indicating that you got a new voicemail. Without really thinking of it you pressed the button, letting you hear it out loud, while putting away the groceries.

‘Ummm hi, hey… I believe you know who it is.’ Upon hearing his voice you nearly dropped the can you were holding and turned to your phone laying on the counter, almost expecting him to stand there. Tears threatening to spill out of your eyes, you quickly made your way over to your phone, fingers hovering over the ‘delete’ button.

I beg you to at least hear me out and not delete this right away. ‘He knows me so well’, you thought with a bitter chuckle, but made your way back to the fridge, deciding to at least hear what he had to say next.

I… I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I know I said that a lot in the past weeks but… Fuck, I miss you. I know I fucked up and I have no right to say this, but… please take me back. Everyone says I need to move on but I can’t. Hell, I don’t want to! I need you in my life; you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You could hear him sobbing quietly.

 ‘I haven’t slept more than 5 five hours straight because you’re not next to me when I wake up. I miss how you hugged me in the morning, grumbling unintelligible things, cause for you even 12 am is too early to wake up. I miss those days were we would just stay in bed all day, watching Netflix and eating cake. I miss your beautiful smile that was always the first thing I saw in the morning. I miss your beautiful laugh and how your dimples would show when you smile, even though you hate them. I adore them. Fuck I adore everything about you, every little detail.  

You’re probably rolling your eyes now because I’m rambling. I’m sorry.

I’ll be knocking on your door at 7. If you think there’s still a chance, then…’ He gulped, not finishing the sentence.

If not, then this is a goodbye. I love you, doll. I always will.’

By now tears were fully streaming down your face. You glanced at the clock and your breath hitched. The counter on your clock sprang to the 7, just in time for a hesitant knock to sound from your door.

@bovaria @captainpunk @mangosoldier @just-call-me-mrs-captain @computeringturtle @heismyhunter @crazychick010 @heytherepartner @curliesthood @mint-bunnies-and-tea

anonymous asked:

things you said with no space between us w/ Matt? ❤️❤️❤️

Matt Murdock +  things you said with no space between us

a/n: oh my god i just found this in my drafts from like last summer i forgot i wrote this

@shayara @hireasummersbrother @phoenixejean @kurtwxgners @whoaheather @gcneral-organa

You’d never liked summers in the city. It was always too hot and humid and the crowd of people always bustling with tourists and making walking down the streets harder as they crowd around the shops and take pictures. But it must’ve been worse for him. He’d told you that he was hypersensitive to basically everything and what you felt must have been amplified a thousand times for him.

The only thing that could have made this short walk from his office to his apartment worse was rain. 

You and Matt had already been walking close, trying to squeeze through the thicket of people. Out of fear of losing him in the crowd, you grab a hold of his hand and continue to make your way down the sidewalk, not even thinking twice about it.

“You know you don’t have to walk me back,” he said, “I can find my own way.”

“I worry about you Matty. Just want to make sure you get home without a bruise or a cut.”

At the mention of being hurt, he feels guilty. Matt had still yet to tell you the truth of his night time activities and the reason why he was always covered in bruises, always looking like he went through a cheese grater. He’d wanted to tell you but the right moment always slipped away from his grasp, even if he’d been holding onto it with a tight fist.

You let out a breath of relief as the crowd dissipated but your good fortune lasted for all of three seconds before it began to rain.

“Just our luck,”You whisper and dig around in your bag, looking for the umbrella you kept. As you unfold it, you realize just how small it is. There would barely be enough from you, let alone both you and Matt. It was useless.

You grab his hand tight and tug him along with you, running through the rain to his apartment.

When you reach the door of his apartment, you’re both out of breath and smiling. You’re leaning against the door while he digs the keys out of his suit pocket. His fingers trace over the engraved grooves on the cool metal of each key, trying to find the right one.

“Do you want me to?”

He shakes his head, a soft laugh escaping his lips, “I’ve got it already.”

When he opens the door and you both come bounding into the entryway, clothes soaked and sticking uncomfortably to your skin.

He makes the first move to leave the entryway. Matt makes his way silently to the living room, tugging at his tie and peeling off his suit jacket, tossing them on the couch, something he would probably regret doing later but right now all he could focus on was you. He had to tell you. It would only be a matter of time before the truth came out and he’d rather not have it end like it did with Foggy.


He can make you out standing by the window, probably staring at the billboard that you’d always been mesmerized by. Your hum is soft but he can just barely pick it up.

“What’s up, Matty?” You glance over at him, your smile quickly turning into a frown that carves deep lines around your mouth when you see his anxious expression.

“I need to tell you something.”

You stand in front of him, holding his arms and looking up at him. Your heart thrums in your chest, beating frantically and loud and god, you hated being able to hear your own heart beat. Waiting patiently for him to speak, you watch as he tries to form the words, his eyebrows knitting together and jaw clenching. “Matty, it’s okay. You can tell me anything.”

Maybe your hopes are too high, you don’t really know what you expected. A declaration of love or maybe a kiss, anything to make these goddamn butterflies in your stomach stop whenever you see your best friend.

He’s almost got the words out when he sighs and hangs his head. Matt frees himself from your grip on his arms and just wraps them around you. “I love you.”

Of course he was too scared to do it. He didn’t want to lose you too.

Your heart drops at that because you know by the tone in his voice that it’s the regular ‘I love you’ that you say to each other as friends. You continue to hold him though, not wanting to give away any disappointment. But he can tell.

“I love you too, Matty.”

He can hear the slight crack in your voice and ignores it for both your sakes. Matt just tightens his arms around you and buries his face in the crook of your neck. This was getting ridiculous and he needed to say it, to just rip it off like a band aid. Maybe tomorrow or next week. 


Found this draft I wrote last year… track things I was looking forward to. Last season was really frustrating for complicated reasons. I hope I can just embrace the things I love about this sport during my last high school season 🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️

Things the Haikyuu!! Fandom Wants
  • a beach episode 
  • an episode where they go to the beach 
  • shirtless crows at the beach 
  • karasuno playing beach vball 
  • tanaka and noya being body guards of kiyoko and yachi at the beach 
  • kageyama almost drowning due to not admitting he cant swim 
  • a beach episode 
Relatable things that Got7 do
  • Jaebum: is simultaneously repulsed by affection and craves it, owns lots of clothes but only wears like the same 8 articles of clothing
  • Bambam: spends 15 minutes doing makeup before facing another human being
  • Jinyoung: gets overly offended when called by the wrong name, holds grudges for 500 years
  • Mark: wants to hold hands with everyone all of the time, accidentally goes days without talking to anyone
  • Jackson: accidentally swears when hes not supposed to, just wants compliments
  • Youngjae: gets so excited about things that he embarrasses himself, leaves for 5 seconds and misses out on all the fun things
  • Yugyeom: only knows how to show affection by teasing, really just wants hugs
Writing Tips

Someone asked me if I had any writing tips and I started answering it and then saved it to my drafts but now it is nowhere to be found so??????? I’m just going to answer it here and hope that they see it,,,,,

I’m just going to make a list of things that come to mind:

  1. Don’t feel pressured!! Go at your own pace. Writing is tough. It takes a lot of time, effort, energy, motivation… and the list goes on. If it’s stressing you out (which is most likely going to happen at one point or another) then take a break. When you come back, it’ll be much more enjoyable and chances are that words are going to flow easier too. (Aka: don’t listen to people who are trying to rush you. you are not obligated to write anything.)
  2. Take time to write things that you want to write. Obviously, you’re going to have to tackle that are a bit tougher or… just unappealing (even if they’re only unappealing because you're stuck) for some reason, but don’t let those be the only things you write. 
  3. When you sit down to start writing something new, make lists. Make as many lists as you want. Make so many lists. Lists of words that convey the feeling you want, lists of things you want to take place, lists of emotions the characters are going to feel, lists of possible settings, lists of clothing, lists of appearances, lists of nice phrases that randomly pop into your head. Make lists. This is a brainstorming technique that I always use because it works well for me. When you have something written down so that you can look at it, your brain is going to cough up so much more than if you’re just trying to imagine it because the imagining part takes up brain power that could be used to come up with new stuff. Make lists.
  4. Ask yourself questions. Things like: “What am I trying to make my audience feel?” “If I was reading this, what would impact me the most?” “What would X person really do in X situation?” “What situations have I been through that made me feel similar to how this person would be feeling right now?” “What are my options?” “What’s the end goal, the purpose?”
  5. Spend time just sitting around and describing the things around you. You’ll probably feel silly at first, but it’s exactly what you have to do when you’re writing and if you actually do it in real life, it’s going to come a lot easier when you’re staring at a screen and just trying to imagine things.
  6. Never hesitate to look for inspiration. Find random word/sentence generators or, better yet, ask your friends to give you words/sentences to write about. Or look up pictures that relate to what you’re trying to write… have someone read it and tell you what they think should happen next. Or have them tell you what they think is going to happen next and do just the opposite.
  7. Don’t just simply state things. This is kind of a hard concept to put into words, so I’ll give you an example. Instead of saying, “She cried,” tell us how she cried. Tell us how her crying impacted those around her. Tell us why it’s significant that she cried. Really, I’m telling you to describe things. Giving your audience a vision and a feeling is the most important thing that you can do and just telling them flat out what is happening isn’t going to do that. (Along with that, you can also say things that give readers the idea of what’s happening instead of telling them that it’s happening. Like, if someone is distracted, you can have them describe things other than what they should be focusing on instead of just stating that they are distracted.)
  8. Study other people’s work and figure out what they’re doing to make it work for them.
  9. Just write as much as you can. As with everything, the more you do it the better you will get, and in no time, you’ll be looking back at previous works and cringing at them.This is a good thing! It means you’ve grown! (Even if it is sort of horrifying…)
  10. Starting with a basic blueprint is really helpful. You can begin with just the basics and then beef it up later. Basically, do the exact opposite of what I told you to do in #7 and then go back and make it mean something.
  11. If your writing doesn’t make you feel anything, there’s no way your audience will.
  12. But. Sometimes what you think is bad, another person will love. Having a second opinion is always beneficial.

I hope this helps!! If there’s anything specific you were looking for that I didn’t cover, feel free to come back and ask!! I’ll always be happy to help out

anonymous asked:

do you have any advice for starting out as a simblr? i've got the blog up, the theme ready, and i even have over 60 posts drafted, but i have no idea how to begin posting. should i make an introduction post? i don't know. how did you start out? sorry if this is asking too much.

Tbh I never made an introduction post! Most advice I can give you is to make friends! Reply to people’s posts etc!! And have fun! u can make an intro post if u really want to though^^ but just start posting and interact with people & u will be noticed!!

Displaced: Chapter 9

SURPISE! It’s been two years, but HERE’S THE NEXT CHAPTER!! In all seriousness, I’ve been trying to dedicate more time to writing, so I’m rebooting some older stuff and I found a partial draft on my computer, so I finished it and VOILA! So here’s a refresher: 

Summary: Everything is going well for Team Arrow: the city is safe and Oliver Queen can finally focus on the important things - getting his company back and winning the heart of the woman he loves. But just when everything is going right, his world comes crashing down on him in a flash of light. He wakes up dazed and disoriented in a world both strange and familiar. Can he find his way home? Is there even a home for him to go back to? 

Takes place after season 2, at the beginning of season 3-ish 

Read on AO3 from the beginning 

Sneak Peek: 

“So you’re here to get me to see the light again, Lissy. It didn’t work the last time. It’s not going to work now.” Tommy smiles at her smugly, looking calm and powerful even with his hands shackled to his metal chair. His dark eyes glint as her sneers at her. “You haven’t changed a bit, Lissy. Still trying to talk people over to the good side.”

“It’s been four years, Tommy. A lot can change in four years.”

“Yeah. I noticed. You’re wearing the hood now.” He snorts. “And you didn’t warn, Ollie. Tsk tsk tsk. Big mistake. It made him susceptible in the fight.”

He’s right. Not telling him made Oliver vulnerable, but she hadn’t planned for him to join the fight. Oliver wasn’t supposed to be there. He wasn’t supposed to be out in the field because there were so many things he was still behind on. You couldn’t catch up on five years in a week.

Of course, she’s not about to tell Tommy that. Instead she leans back in the chair opposite his. She wishes she could cross her legs in her favorite power stance, but it pulls at her stitches so she sits with a wide stance She doesn’t look as intimidating as usual, still dressed in loose-fitting pants to accommodate her injuries.

“We’re not here to talk about Oliver. We’re not even here to talk about your twisted priorities.” She leans forward again, elbows resting on her knees. “We’re here to talk about the reason you jumped through time.”

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West Wing Gothic
  • It’s 5am on a Saturday. Nobody is here. You are here. You are always here. You haven’t left in years. 
  • Which one is Larry and which one is Ed? It doesn’t matter. They are both Larry and Ed. Everyone is both Larry and Ed. 
  • Somewhere someone is standing an egg on end. The equinox must have come early. 
  • You dream each night that you are trapped beneath a two ton block of cheese. You are no longer certain which is dream and which is reality. 
  • These walls are curved. It’s an infinite curve. You will never see where it goes, you will simply be following the curve forever. 
  • You hear a sound from the mess, perhaps of eggs being beaten. It is the all-night pastry chef. 
  • There are bats in the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue. There are also lawyers. They have a symbiotic relationship that must not be disturbed. 
  • There is a roaring fire in the Mural Room. The flue has been welded shut for over one hundred years. 
  • When the right sequence of doors is open a strange wind blows through the Oval Office. It sounds as if it is saying “what’s next?” You think it must be an illusion, but how can you be sure? 
Hate you?

Just another thing I found in my drafts :)

Your name: submit What is this?

„You think you’re funny, Wood?!“ I yelled at the boy in front of me who just sat there and laughed with his teammates. When he heard me, he just turned around and smirked at me which made even madder.

“I have no idea what are you talking about.” He came closer and crossed his arms.

“Stop acting like you don’t know. You hid the Quaffle!” I still yelled and he just still smirked at me.

“What if I did? What are you going to do about it?” He whispered and cocked an eyebrow. I took a collar of his shirt.

“Don’t mess with me, Wood.” I whispered, my face was suddenly just few inches away from his. “You started something you can’t finish.” I looked into his eyes and was about to walk away.

“You’re hot when you’re mad!” He yelled at me.

“Fuck you Wood!” I yelled back and he smirked.

“I’m pretty sure you want to!” And then I turned back to him.

“In your dreams!” I cocked my eyebrow and finally walked away. He was still smirking.


*Meanwhile between Harry and Weasley twins*

“Who’s that?” Harry asked when Wood stood in front of me.

“Y/N Y/L/N” George said and looked at us with smirk on his face. “Ravenclaw captain. She’s the best seeker I’ve ever seen.” Harry looked at him and also cocked an eyebrow. “Sorry, but she is.”

“He really hid the Quaffle?” Harry asked and looked at both of them. They looked at each other and smirked.


“Y/L/N!” I heard Wood yelled but didn’t care at all and continued eating my lunch. “You crossed the line! This is war!” He leaned against our table and looked really pissed.

“What are you talking about?” I bit another bite and smile innocently at him.

“You know exactly what am I talking about! You hexed me during practice!” He watched me with anger in his eyes but I just smiled and stood up.

“I told you already. You started something you can’t finish.” I whispered and we both looked into each other’s eyes.  I started to walk away but I stopped myself and turned around. In my surprise Wood was as close to me as he could. “I wanted to hex you during the game.” I winked at him and finally walked away.


Oliver’s POV

“I hate her!” I yelled when I got in our common room. Luckily there were just Fred and George who instantly turned to me.

“But you can’t deny she absolutely got you.” Fred stated and looked at George who just nodded his head.

“She hexed me!” I couldn’t believe what he just said, she hexed me and he is on her side?

“You looked like a lost puppy.” George added and they both made a high five. I growl at them and went to our room. I lay on my bed and thought about her.

I really hate her. She’s a pain in my ass. She’s cheeky, cocky, smart, kind…wait, no I’m not thinking about her like that. I hate her, or not? No I definitely hate her and she hates me.



The simplest charms are always the most powerful. And Wood looked like a fool when I use that charm on him. We started a war and I’m ready for it. But I also hope that on the next game he will not do anything.

The game started and I watched the pitch looking for a snitch. Gryffindor scored twice and Wood always smirked at me. I always rolled my eyes and then suddenly saw something gold behind him. I saw Harry watched the same place as me and we both instantly flew to it.

We almost hit a tower couple of times but both of us still followed the snitch. I’m not sure what happened to Harry but I reached my hand and immediately was hit by Bludger. The last thing I remember was that I felt from by broom, hit the ground really hard and fainted. But I caught the bloody snitch.


Oliver’s POV

I heard the whistle I looked at Harry and hope he was the one who caught the snitch but when I found him he just shook his head. I punched the air and looked for Y/N, but I couldn’t find her. Then I looked at the ground. She was lying there and didn’t move a muscle, the snitch in her hand. My heart stopped at this sight, without hesitation I flew to her. I didn’t care everyone watched me I needed  to know if she’s alive. She was but she barely breathed. You’re not going to die Y/L/N! I took her and carried her to madam Pomfrey.

I got there and Y/N looked like her breathing stopped. Madam Pomfrey told me to lay her on bed so I did but that sight of her just laying her without moving broke my heart. She needs to wake up.

“What happened to her?” Pomfrey asked me but I didn’t know.

“She got hit by Bludger and hit the ground really bad.” I heard George and turned to him. “It was my fault, but I swear I didn’t want to do this she was faster than I expected so that stupid ball hit her.” He looked at me and regretted what he’s done.

“It wasn’t your fault.” I patted his shoulders and smiled.

“Miss Y/L/N will be alright but I’m not pretty sure when she’s going to wake up.”  We both turned to Pomfrey and I almost fainted. What if she won’t wake up.



I slowly opened my eyes and felt someone’s hand on mine. When I let out a small groan and looked at him, he had a huge smile on his face. I tried to move my head but it hurts as hell.

“Where am I?” I asked and looked at him.

“You’re in hospital wing. You were hit by Bludger really bad.” I tried to remember but everything was blurry. In that moment I wasn’t even sure what was my name.

“Did it hit my head?” He nodded his head and I closed my eyes for a second.  “How long have I been out?”

“Almost two weeks.” He whispered and looked at the ground.

“Who are you?” I asked after a while and he looked at me with wide eyes.

“You don’t remember?” He whispered and his voice almost broke. I shook my head and groan from pain. “I need to go.” He mumbled and didn’t even look at me when he left. In the door he bumped into my best friend Colin.

“Y/N! Finally you woke up!” He whispered yelled with excitement and ran to my bed. I smiled at him.

“Colin? Who was it? That guy you bumped into in the door.” I whispered and looked into his eyes. He was confused.

“Oliver?” He mumbled. “Wait you don’t remember him?” I shook my head and again it hurts as hell. Why am I doing this? “That was Oliver Wood, Gryffindor captain and…the one who brought you here when you fainted.” I looked at him with wide eyes.

“He brought me here?” I whispered and Colin nodded his head.

“I always thought you two hate each other but when I saw him in that game. You were lying on the ground and we thought you’re dead, when he saw you he immediately flew to you.”  Colin took my hand in his and I watched him confused. I wanted to say something but Pomfrey came and Colin had to leave a room.  

I didn’t sleep well that night. Maybe because I practically slept whole two weeks. I had a dream about Oliver but it was more like memories than dream. I saw everything we did, every fight we had and that game before I was hit and somehow cought the snitch. Wait I really cought the snitch even if I was hit by Bludger and was almost out? Suddenly I remembered everything about him but something doesn’t make any sense. We hated each other so why he flew to me and carried me here?

After these two weeks I could finally left the hospital wing and went back to school. I walked in the first class with Colin and everyone immediately ran to me. Some Slytherins, like Marcus Flint, just watched me with disgust, but I didn’t care about him. What surprised me the most was when Terence Higgs came to me and hugged me. I smiled at him and looked at Oliver who didn’t look at me. I don’t care we hated each other, he probably saved my life and now he’s ignoring me?

He avoided me whole day so after our last class I followed him to the Gryffindor common room. He was about to tell a password I stopped him.

“Wood!” I yelled and he turned around and watched me confused.

“What are you…” He asked but again I cut him off.

“What is this all about? You’re avoiding me whole day! You barely looked…” I yelled at him but then I was cut by his lips on mine. My eyes went wide but then I melted into kiss. My arms were around his neck and his were on my waist.

“Finally!” We both heard George yelled from Gryffindor common room. I pulled from him with my eyes still closed and tried to catch a breath. Oliver sent a dead glare to George who winked at him and disappeared in common room. I opened my eyes and looked at Oliver.

“You’re annoying as hell.” He stated and I raised my eyebrow. “But I love you.” He whispered and I bit my bottom lip to prevent a smile but I absolutely failed and he saw it.

“I guess I love you too.” I smiled and kissed him again.

doo doo dooooo watch as i once again overanalyze everything wooooo

always kinda wondered why zura calls kagura ‘leader’ all the time and then later on during that sugi woke up (woke him up inside)/sugi finally got up and turned off his alarm clock by falling on it/kamui where’d u get that sword/reunited and it feels so gooood arc we find out how, to zura, gin takes over that ‘general’ or ‘leader’ position for him so katsura koutarou, leader of the joui rebels, the rampaging noble, hashira afuro temporary leader of the shinsengumi’s third division, ETC., can just be… zura

and then we have the whole over-arching thing throughout the whole series in how kagura takes after gin a lot-nose-picking, the ‘GURA-SAN’ episode, so on and so forth

it’s quiiiite a stretch and im not saying that it was So Planned like sorachi omg??!!!1!?!1! #CONFIRMTED but i just thought it was interesting…. kagura takes a lot after gin and this leader thing just adds another to the list…. leading up to this yato arc…. bring on the yorozuya feels sorachi…… bring it………