leaving it here as a reminder

anonymous asked:

Could I get a 45 (prompt list) with an extremely concerned Rafa?

“Babe?”

“Rafa,” you sighed, relieved to hear his voice even if it was over the phone.

“Y/N, are you okay? It’s four in the morning over there, what are you doing awake?” Your boyfriend asked, concern laced into each word.

“Yeah, I-I’m fine…I just- I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” You breathed, letting your eyes fall shut to focus on his voice coming through the receiver.

“I ain’t plannin’ on leaving you any time soon, alright? I may be across the country, but I’m still here. Don’t worry, sweetheart.”

His voice soothed you like it had many times before and you were suddenly reminded of how much you missed him. “I miss you, Raf.” You whispered, coming close to tears. You were overwhelmed with the bad dream and absence of your boyfriend. “Like, a lot.”

“I know, baby, I miss you too.” Rafael sighed. You could hear how exhausted he was. He’d probably been working non-stop ever since BARS started. “Good news is that I get to see you when I fly back tomorrow.”

Your mood suddenly lifted. “Wait, really? You’re coming home tomorrow?”

You could practically hear him smiling on the other end. “Well, technically it’s today because it’s a red eye that takes off at 11:30, but yeah. 24 hours from now I get to see your beautiful face in person again.”

His words brought a smile to your face. “Were you even planning on telling me about this, Rafael?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise!”

“Well, I’m surprised now.” You replied, still smiling.

Silence filled the lines for a few seconds (probably due to both of your exhaustion) before Rafa broke it.

“Alright, well you should try to get back to sleep. It’s 7 AM over here, so I need to get up soon to meet up with Diggs.” He said with a yawn. “Everything’s okay now though, right?”

“Yeah, I’m okay now.” You responded with a yawn on your own. “Love youuu. Tell Carebear I said hi.”

“I will, and I love you too.” Rafael said. “See you tomorrow, baby.”

“See you tomorrow.”

Punk!Jaebum
Words: 5.9K
Angst
A/N:
I know I haven’t posted shit, but sitting here in the hospital got some sparks going with hearing a couple argue. 

Originally posted by sugaglos

There was nothing but silence around me as I stared at the wall ahead. The cold sheets under me serving as nothing but a reminder of the feeling of not having you here. The leaves and branches danced along to the wind as the moon shone in my bedroom window and lit up what was left of this dark space. 

My eyes trailed down to the scattered pictures you took that made me think that maybe you were in love with me and you would come back… but it’s been a week and every now and then I get a text from your best friend saying if he can come over to check on me. How is it that one of you friends out of the six care more about me than you ever did?

I picked up photo after photo, looking through and seeing your smiling face and mine. One of us kissing, another of us on your bike, another at the amusement park, then there was the one at that concert I got you tickets for… But it soon dwindled to nothing. 

I should’ve guessed you only used me for money and the fact that I got you so many things without batting an eyelash. After all… that was all I was good for according to you. Laying on my back and spending money on you. At least, that’s what you yelled told me the night you left. 

I got up and picked up the pictures, grabbing a few things and walking out my room, down the hall and outside. The night was chilly and my skin shivered with the feel of the cool summer night, but I noticed nothing except for every step I took forward and every crack and rock on the ground my bare feet passed. 

I snapped to reality when the roar of your bike echoed down the street and grew louder, reaching me before passing. I never looked up, but I knew you saw me, in fact I know you were looking at me from your rearview mirror. You saw me in nothing but shorts and a crop top, walking barefoot to my destination.

The roar of the bike grew louder with every step I took, my eyes glued to the ground as it echoed through my right ear and swirling into my brain. I knew you stopped, if you didn’t, it meant you had someone with you, but you were alone. If I shut my eyes, I could remember how it felt to feel your leather jacket under the skin on my arms, my hands holding a handful of your shirt and pressing my cheek to your back, closing my eyes and relaxing in the sound of the bike and the feeling of your heart beating. 

But I kept my eyes open, nothing but memories of the night you left was in my head and I felt the cold, yet very comforting, hand on my arm, holding it tightly like all those times I got mad at you and turned to leave, only to have you grab my arm and pull me back and apologize and confess why you did what you did.

And just like all those times, I stopped in my tracks, and you got off your bike, taking a step to me and turning me to you. I kept my eyes down, your old, black boots were still covered in dirt and your jeans were still tight on your legs. 

“Y/N?” Your voice swirled in my brain and I closed my eyes, thinking about the nights where that was nothing but a prayer and how you chanted it, whispering it in my ear and it was the most beautiful thing in this world. But right now, I hated my name and I wished you would forget it like you forgot about my heart. 

I pulled my arm back and turned, taking a few more steps before your steps matched mine and you easily caught up, walking right behind me. “I know how much you love your night walks… but no shoes?” You whispered. 

There was that night last month where you yelled at me for not giving you the money you needed and I walked out the house and didn’t come back in three hours. When I did come back, you were pacing the living room and you turned to me, sighing heavily and rushed to me, your long arms wrapping around me and holding me close like you were afraid to let me go, or maybe you were afraid of letting go of the money…

“Where are you going?” You whispered again, walking next to me. 

Where was I going? 

I stopped walking, my mind clicking into place before I looked up and around. There was the grocery store, and the arcade, the little flower shop and then you. 

I made eye contact with you for the first time in three weeks… and you looked good. Your hair was pushed back, as usual, your eyes looked at me with confusion and concern, and your leather jacket still hung on your shoulders. And here I was with droopy and swollen eyes, exhaustion in them, looking like I haven’t slept in years even though it’s been five days and I’ve done nothing but cry in my room, curling into your side of the bed and look through the fading pictures of us that turned into nothing…

That’s all I was… nothing…

No…

“You’re nothing…” 

“What?” 

I blinked and looked at him who looked at me like I grew three heads. “What did you say?” You spoke again. 

I kept my eyes glued to you, standing up straight and glaring. “You’re nothing,” I spoke with more force. 

Your eyes widened for a fraction before you scoffed. “You can’t live without me, princess.” You grinned, shaking your head at me.

I held the photos in my hand, tossing them to your feet, holding on to one of them in my hand, showing it to you. 

“I was so happy, I loved you, I gave you everything, and I was almost killed because of you. You’re nothing, and I’m tired of thinking about someone who doesn’t think about me.” I turned on the lighter and lit the corner of the photo, seeing you stare at it, watching it as it burned up, and I tossed it with the rest, letting them all burn. 

“I’m nothing to you, and you will never be anything more to me than a pile of lifeless bones,” I turned and walked back, passing the black bike and kept walking, holding my head up high and going back inside my apartment, closing the door and locking it, passing the empty frames, the cracks on the walls from your hits during arguments. The house seemed warmer now, and I didn’t feel so cold anymore. 

But I still slept sideways that night, feeling lonely. 

Hey! You made it through the first week of Mental Health Month. Have you been following along with our weekly prompts? Last week was all about posting it for yourself. You’re the most important person in your life, you know? Gotta take care of yourself the best you can.

This week is about focusing on each other. Focus on being an encouraging and understanding friend, or part of a supportive community. Even just being there to listen or get leaned on can make a huge difference in someone’s life. There’s no wrong way to show kindness. Here are some other suggestions to bring this kind of supportive kindness to your Tumblr:

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We hope you have a good week, Tumblr. Don’t forget, we’re always here for you too. <3 

Oh yeah! Keep your eyes tuned for these Answer Times we put together just for Mental Health Month:

Ed Sheeran ÷ breakdown

Eraser: guitar is just wowowow,, some ed raps that just make u want 2 listen its gr8. Also has 90s soulful pop ballad type of mood 2 it. 8/10

Castle on the Hill: okok there’s a reason this was a single i mean,,, it’s sweet and sad and ed. 8.5/10

Dive: guitar melody is similar to thinking out loud. lyrics are more than good, they’re grrrreeeaaat. THE CHORUS OMG. SWEET GUITAR SOLO TOO. 9/10

Shape of You: this is a bop, obviously it was a single what do u expect? strong song on here. bell things remind me of rugrats tho. 7/10

Perfect: this is going to be a popular choice for the first dance at weddings it’s perfect for that. get it? perfect? 6.5/10

Galway Girl: honestly??? SUCH A BOP. that lil irish jig throughout it? perfect. a song about a galway girl and a perfect night how could you NOT like it? honestly this song is the bee’s knees. my fave for sure. 20/10

Happier: sad sad sad who left ed? who could leave this ginger angel? omg I guess it’s ok for u to rip my heart out. it’s not a vital organ or anything. the hey ya’s are beautiful. majestically sad. 9/10

New Man: haha he wears a man bag on his shoulder but i call it purse. nice. A+ lyric. ed doesn’t want to know about ur new man. the record scratches at the end r nice. 8.5/10

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here: another ed classic to be at weddings. wonderful lyrics. second chorus it picks up. THAT BRIDGE THO. 6.5/10

What Do I Know: easily my second fave. money and success aren’t everything, love ur neighbors people. Guitar has a nice groove. Very ed. Good message. 10/10

How Would You Feel (Paean): I feel like i should be laying in a summer field of flowers with my true love. OOOOO that guitar solo,,, so sweet and melodic oh my WOW. 7/10

Supermarket Flowers: DON’T CRY. Just a piano and ed and his heart wrenching lyrics. WHY WHY WHY THE CHORUS AVOID IT UNLESS U LIKE CRYING. 9.5/10

Barcelona: (heavy breathing in the beginning) Feels like I’m on vacation this is awesome. Saxophone solo? Idk i can’t tell, BUt I like IT. 9.5/10

Bibia Be Ye Ye: means all will be well (ur welcome). instruments r gr8, lyrics gr8. another winner ed 10/10

Nancy Mulligan: About his grandparents so sweet and is another song with a lil irish jig in it, I’m loving this. 10/10

Save Myself: wow ed is feeling neglected, but the message is good. 6.5/10

anonymous asked:

100 ways to say I love you?

1. “Everything is gonna be okay”

2. “We can go outside if your having anxiety”

3. “i’m here if you need to talk”

4. “your really something aren’t you”

5. “I like you just the way you are”

6. “i worry about you”

7. “your my favorite”

8. “I believe in you”

9. “your important to me”

10. “i care”

11. “I was just thinking about you”

12. “i noticed

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  • the clip starts with eva talking about causeries: humorous written piece that, in english, can be referred to as “talk of the town”. eva says she’s not good at it while noora says she doesn’t even know what it is. 👀👀👀
  • even before sana starts focusing on the carrot munching, from the very first second of the clip, the audio has a slight echo to it. which could just be the staircase in which they’re in but i’d think that the team would fix it in post-prod. i feel like they left it because it gives a daydreaming quality to the scene and sana’s pov. from the start, she’s not really listening.
  • carrot munching from the trailer
  • i’ve seen people comment that noora is eating too loudly, that’s not what it is.
    firstly: have you ever managed to eat a carrot silently? and secondly: the shot is to show how much sana is annoyed by noora now. when you hate someone, you tend to find every single thing they do annoying. suddenly, they breathe too loud, eat too loud, are just generally gross.
  • in my attempt to find out if there was a word for this phenomenon other than misophonia (as i understand it, misophonia is when you’re hypersensitive to certain sounds regardless of the context or person…i was looking for a word for when it happens only when you hate someone), i discovered a video of 5mn of carrot munching noises. here it is if you want to die.
  • the mcdonald’s discourse
  • sana looks outside at sara, vilde, and laila and…
  • …i’ll come back to this image later.
  • as sana focuses on noora and eva joining the group, she tunes out the noise around her just as when in prayer or when she was looking at yousef’s facebook profile. it seems that the music from sigur rós is used here as it was used in the other focusing scenes.
  • isak literally gets his nose into other people’s business (and i feel that almost everyone noticed immediately, despite how little of the frame it takes, because of the reading sense)
  • again, we have isak trying to reach sana and he says exactly what’s on sana’s mind: “has sara stolen all your friends?”

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House Rules (M)

Originally posted by nnochu

Summary: Frustration over recent political changes sets you off, and your loving husband helps you see the error of your ways.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,492

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, husband/wife relationship, teasing, punishment, edging, ass play, dirty talk, political themes

A/N: I could probably add more warnings. Rest assured, this is not vanilla. Enjoy!

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Dating Clay Jensen would include..

  • Cuddles
  • So many goddamn cuddles
  • Switching between big spoon and little spoon
  • Sometimes he has nightmares about the tapes and needs to feel protected
  • Lots of sci fi movies
  • Dancing together at 2 am
  • Gentle kisses
  • Trying to be there for him during Hannah’s death and the tapes despite not knowing anything
  • One night him cracking and telling you everything while sobbing
  • Your heart breaking because you want to help him so badly
  • Riding on the back of his bike
  • Him forcing you to wear a helmet
  • Cleaning him up after his fight with Bryce
  • Almost going to kick Bryce’s ass yourself before Clay begs you to stay with him
  • The first “I love you” being accidental
  • You’re eating a piece of pizza while binge-ing some show and have a bunch of sauce all over your face
  • Clay can’t help but grin at how cute you look and whispers “I love you” 
  • Pizza makeout sesh commences
  • Secretly stealing his sweatshirts (he notices but he loves how you look in them so he does nothing about it and pretends not to notice)
  • Playing with his hair when he’s upset
  • A lot of “You’re the Leia to my Han” or “You’re the Jean to my Scott”
  • Him still managing to be super shy towards you sometimes
  • You constantly reminding him how much you love him and how important he is
  • Your first time together is very intense and passionate
  • He cries after
  • You do too
  • Catching him trusting Marcus and almost slapping him
  • “He’s using you, Clay. Please just believe me. Tony’s been here since the beginning. Don’t trust any of those stupid meatheads.”
  • Anytime Bryce even makes eye contact with you, Clay is prepared to pummel his ass into the deepest pit of hell
  • You having to calm him down and remind him you would never leave him for a scumbag like Bryce
  • Being there with him for his confession
  • Him gripping your hand the entire time
  • Being utterly in love with Clay Jensen and him swooning over you every time you walk through the door
After Hours [m]

pairing: reader x Yoongi

Genre: tattoed!yoongi, rapper!tyoongi, angst? fluff? smut, idk how to label this haha

word count: 16,212

warnings: graphic sexual content, alcohol, language

a/n: this is loosely based of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. i am v nervous about this as it isn’t the usual angst fueled plot I normally write. so if it’s crap, please be kind haha. i’m tagging the lovely @dimplecoups​ because i know you’ve been waiting for this. and @2seoke for always being the best babe.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

You looked in the mirror, making sure your face mask was properly in place. If you were going to look like a serial killer for the next 20 minutes, you at least wanted to look the part. Your bed was calling your name as you walked over to the soft mattress, choosing to ignore the missed calls and text messages from your best friend. This was the first Saturday night you had to yourself in months. No work. No brother. No best friend. You were free to do whatever you wanted.

Or at least that’s what you had originally intended. But as the door to your bedroom crashed open you soon realized that the night had other plans for you.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls?” your best friend Irene squealed as she plopped down at the foot of your bed. “It’s Saturday night and I know you don’t have to work tomorrow!”

You gave her a look. Well, you tried to give her a look to the best of your ability as the motions of your face was restricted by the sheet mask on top of it. “There’s a reason why I didn’t answer your calls. And just because my idiot brother gave you a key to our apartment doesn’t mean you can just waltz in here any time you want.”

Irene rolled her eyes, blowing a large bubble from the gum she was constantly chewing. She was clearly not amused at your disinterest on leaving your apartment tonight. You reached forward, popping it with your pointer finger. “You’re no fun, Y/N” she whined, collecting the gum back into her mouth.

“I can’t have fun when I’m always too busy taking care of you.” you quipped, reminding her of the last time the two of you went out. “I had to beg that cop not to give you a ticket for being drunk in public. Why aren’t you bothering my brother? I’m sure he would love to see you.”

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Collision Course; Voltron Legendary Defender AU: Dads of Marmora; gen; 5,300+ words; PG-13; mentions of violence, tiny hints of Ulaz/Thace, but so little you have to squint with a telescope or something

Credit for this AU goes to @drisrt and this amazing picture that inspired this story. Also some lines of the dialogue are taken from the Blades of Marmora episode of Voltron.

Posted on AO3, too.

Summary:

Keith gets adopted by the Galra empire rebellion, basically.

Keith has barely three years of life on his cells, has barely grown up to his Father’s knees and into his Mother’s laugh when he’s thrown into the first sense of flying, of fleeing, of his Father solemnly reading through the coordinates Keith doesn’t understand, that Keith thinks are just a pretty game of lights, lights that remind him of his Mom’s knife.

He’s holding it, holding onto it, tries to find the connection between the numbers and the faintest of glows, illuminating the insides of his fingers, misses how his Dad flinches when he asks: “When will Mom catch up to us?” already sleepy, already curling up beneath the safety straps of his seat.

Gently, his Father’s jacket is tucked around him and the scent is the lullaby that sings him into dazed, motionless dreams, the remnants of home, the flickers of the unknown.

(He sleeps through the harsh descent, the crib of his Father’s arms, the hushed ambush, the quietest of heists.)

He sleeps through it all.

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Can’t you see? Haven’t you noticed? I am here by your side. I will never leave you. I have made you in My image, the image of beauty and love and grace. How many times do I need to tell you? How many people will it take for you to believe? I. LOVE. YOU. More than any other creation in this magnificent world. I chose you out of all of them. Have courage, dear heart.
—  a.k. | God’s voice rings clear in the midst of the flood.
He reminds her of earthquakes,
he always comes back,
even after a long time,
she learns to live again,
she learns to forget the past,
and here he is, in front of her,
scaring the hell outta her,
because what if they are meant to be?
what if they have to be together?
what if it’s a sign?
what if they make the biggest mistake
leaving each other?
what if? 
But she knew,
earthquakes are meant to destroy things,
earthquakes have their reasons of coming back,
they have to damage what’s not yet ruined,
she knew,
you can’t ask for peace from something
that was meant to be a destroyer.

Have you guys ever seen that post about how the way parents talk to their children becomes their inner voice?

That means that sometimes Zen looks at the mirror and all he remembers are his mom’s harsh words telling him he’s ugly, scolding him for not being as obedient as his brother.

That means that sometimes before he sends a picture of himself into the chat he probably hesitates, because he’s not sure if he really does look good in it. His narcissism is all just a façade to hide the fact that he’s actually so insecure inside.

That means that when you start living with him there will probably be days when he just feels absolutely disgusting, and all he does is avoid mirrors, work out almost to the point of overexertion, and you have to stop him and just assure him that he is alright the way he is.

You’ll start to wonder if the reason why he heals so quickly is because his body’s so used to it.

You’ll start to wonder what it was like before you came along. On good days he would be sweet and loving, but on the bad days he wouldn’t even want to look at you because he doesn’t feel like he deserves to. Because he’s ugly. Because you deserve better.

You’re there with him through thick and thin because you love him, and each day you just have to remind him that you love him and that both of you deserve each other.

One day he’ll learn to love himself, you tell yourself. And so you stay, because in the first place, you have no reason to leave. You’ve got a perfect man. His insecurities don’t change that. He just has to see himself as how you see him.


Just a mini-fic before I go to bed!

I’d like to dedicate this to @zens-ponytail because she inspired me with her previous post here.

If this post actually blows up I’ll do one for the rest of the RFA members + V + Saeran since this was actually really fun to make.

Thanks for reading!


UPDATE: YOOSUNG X MC MINI-FIC

✨☁️ Air in Magick ☁️✨

It does not matter that we cannot see air physically - it is active, powerful, and, obviously, crucial to survival. In terms of magick, the element of air encourages newness, freedom, and visualization. Air is inspiring and imaginative, and all that must be done to connect with this element is take a deep breath - feel the freshness of air filling your lungs. Go outside and feel the gentle breeze against your face. Let these things remind you just how good it feels to be alive.

♡ Air in Magick  ♡

Here is a mini guide to the use of air and its correspondences in witchcraft practices!

GODDESSES: Urania, Aradia, Nuit, Cardea.

GODS: Enlil, Shu, Thoth, Mercurym.

DIRECTION: East.

COLOR: Yellow.

USAGE IN RITUALS: Freedom, knowledge, travelling, studying, wind magick, concentration

SENSE: Smelling and hearing.

HERBS: Leaves, dill, flowers in general.

STONES: Transparent and/or light minerals // crystals. (Mica, pumice, etc).

MAGICK TOOLS/OBJECTS: Feathers, wands, chimes.

♡ The Air Signs ♡

The air signs - Gemini, Libra, and Aquarius - are the “smart thinkers” of the bunch; the ones who are best at handling abstract reasoning, are naturally clever, and are skilled at being overall perceptive. They will handle issues with rationality, looking at all sides of the equation… Balance is important to the air signs, just as important as helping to make situations better. However, just as with the wind, the air signs can blow hot or cold - when off balance, air signs have a hard time coming back to full mind-body, usually focusing heavily on just one or the other (this is why meditation can be so beneficial for these signs). However, generally speaking, air signs are witty and full of thoughts, weaving through ideas as quickly as wind rustles the leaves of a tree. 

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See you in a year Geoffrey… 

WHY’S THIS SO SAD AND EMO WHAT HAPPENED HERE,,, no but… imagine geoff’s leaving the fake ah crew for a while too and this is gonna be their last ride together for that period of time!!!! a reminder of what they’ve achieved together as a crew, they run this town, shape up man! …. also it was just an excuse to draw a sunset

Little edit here: Some of y’all have informed me that Geoff is only leaving for a few weeks, BUT FUCK IT, IMAGINE IF THE FAKE AH CREW GEOFF IS LEAVING FOR WHO KNOWS HOW LONG!!!! IS IT 5? 10? YEARS?? WEEKS?? WHY IS HE LEAVING?? IS IT FOR ANOTHER MISSION? IS IT A RUNNING AWAY FROM THE LAW THING? DOES HE LEAVE THE CREW TO PROTECT THEM?? ITS SAD!!! MAKE! IT!! SADDER!! 

So Anti’s back. Time to hyperfocus

Today’s episode of Hyperfocus is on what Anti says.

So for any of you who are extremely confused (I was too until I did some hardcore searching), Anti made his grand return in the intro for Jack’s PAX East panel. The reason you may be seeing so many phone- recorded videos is because Jack told people to record it on their phones. But… Was it Jack?

We’ll get to that in a minute.

First, let’s start with Anti’s first words, a voiceover on nothing. Did you miss me?” 

Sound familiar? Oh, yeah.

Dark said it when he came back. I’m willing to bet Anti got similar reactions. I, at least, reacted the same way for both: a little flailing, a little fangirling, and repeating, “Yes, yes I did.”

Next: 

“Look at you all just sitting there, you all thought I was gone. Not worrying about anything. You all thought I was gone, but I’ve been here this entire time, keeping an eye on things.”

Anti, like Dark, wants us to pay attention. The difference here is that while Dark feeds off our attention and needs it (see: “You just need to let me in”), Anti simply craves the attention. As soon as the spotlight was off of him, he got jealous. He lashed out, because he wants to be seen again.

And when he says “I’ve been here this entire time,” that goes along with a lot of theories centered around the idea that Anti really did get rid of Jack on Halloween, and that Anti has just been pretending this entire time. Every glitch and Anti sighting between then and now has been Jack trying to get our attention.

Anti insults us. “Look at you all just sitting there.” He makes us feel at fault. He says we should have been worried. Flashback to Halloween, when he says “This is your fault.” He blames us. 

But he’s been here the entire time, which leads me back to what I said above about Jack telling us to record with our phones. Was it Jack? My theory is, no. If Anti claims to have been here this entire time, there has not been a single moment that it has been Jack since before Halloween. 

Moreover, I think Anti wanted a record of his reappearance, but in a chaotic way. This wasn’t in a video uploaded to Jack’s channel, it was an intro to a live event. Multiple people record this on their phones and share it on Tumblr, and the entire fandom is thrown into confusion and chaos.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure it was Anti.

“You stopped paying attention. Well, I hope you’re happy. You’ve found someone new. You threw me aside. Someone to replace me.”

Again, Dark.

I wanted Dark and Anti to get along, but this right here makes me think that if they ever did meet, it would not be good.

Dark said he’d been “Pushed aside, replaced, mocked.” Most people agree that he was referring to Anti here. Anti had been getting most of the attention, and Dark was a little mad about it. But when Dark got to us, when we let him in on Valentine’s, it satiated his need for attention. He believed that he wouldn’t have to deal with Anti anymore, because he came back.

Anti, on the other hand, not only said “Betrayal, neglect, mistake,” he also said this very cryptic little phrase: “cheap imitator.” 

Most people, again, agree that after Dark came back, Anti got jealous once again. But instead of saying he’d been pushed aside, replaced, and mocked, he’d been betrayed and neglected. By us. He believes that by even looking at Dark, we’ve betrayed and neglected him. He calls Dark a mistake, and a cheap imitator. Not good.

But then this. “You’ve found someone new. You threw me aside. Someone to replace me.”

Again, the only thing I could imagine he is talking about is Dark. We turned to Dark, and Anti is not happy.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m always there, always watching. You can’t get rid of me.”

This goes back to above, where Anti says he’s always been there. Not much else to say about this, other than he’s always watching.

He sees everything we do. How we react to him, how we react to Dark. He sees every little headcanon we cook up. And he really doesn’t care what we say. Like Fall Out Boy said, “I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me.”

Here’s a big difference between Anti and Dark. Dark needs us to trust him and even like him for his plans to play out. Anti, on the other hand, just wants us to watch. He doesn’t care about controlling us, because he believes he can do anything on his own. We can’t get rid of him. When he says that, he shows that he truly doesn’t care what we think as long as we pay more attention to him than Dark.

Enjoy the show.”

The first thing that popped into my head was Mark’s Raspy Hill video, which was arguably an early Darkiplier appearance. Although it isn’t canonical or acknowledged by Mark, we all kind of understand it to be Dark. (Sidenote, even back then, before Dark had concrete characteristics, we can still see him trying to make us trust him. More on that if you want it. Hmu.) In that video, Dark says, “Enjoy your stay.”

Enjoy is the key word here. I don’t think either Dark or Anti truly meant that they want us to enjoy in the common sense of the word. They meant to pay attention, and don’t try to leave. No matter what, the show is going to be worth watching.

Edit: I’ve been reminded of Natewantstobattle’s Sister Location song “Enjoy the Show” featuring Jack and HOW COULD I FORGET. And, yeah, maybe Anti threw that little reference in there for kicks and giggles. Anti likes showing up in horror games, doesn’t he? I highly doubt that Anti was making direct reference to Dark, and it’s entirely possible that he was referencing the song “Enjoy the Show,” but at this point it’s impossible to separate Anti and Dark completely. There is undeniable interaction between the two.

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Oh, and the sliced neck? Yeah, kind of confirms that Jack is gone. Anti has been in control since Halloween. 

And the gauges? Most likely a canonical character trait. Makes Anti edgier.

I know they’re just fictional characters, it’s been 78 years and this is not good for my blood pressure, but it physically pains me when people take the best scenes of Sasuke caring as proof of how much he doesn’t care.

Sasuke can’t word. Like, at all. He’s absolutely terrible at stuff like giving verbal reassurance or even at explaining himself clearly. He’s your go-to guy if you have a meteorite problem or an alien problem or… some other highly unlikely problem like that, but to assume that he possesses the basic skills necessary to send an obligatory ‘get well soon’ card to someone without accidentally insulting the person’s intelligence and ancestors in the process would be a mistake.

To make things even more hilarious (or sad depending on the context) it’s not even a tsundere thing. He doesn’t say the opposite of what he means, he says exactly what he means but in such a succinct and blunt fashion it leaves people feeling like he’s being purposefully vague or just straight up rude. This is because Sasuke can not only not word but he also can’t people, so he’s the type who will assume that his partner in conversation will just get what he means if he gives them a nudge – or a hn, I suppose – in the right direction. A prime example of this would be every time he called Sakura “annoying” when what he really meant was, “I already decided to leave you and everyone else I care about behind so could you maybe stop actively reminding me of how incredibly difficult that was,” as well as this glorious mess right here:

What Sakura thinks Sasuke just said: My life is none of your business.

What Sasuke thinks Sasuke just said: It’s my road to redemption. You have nothing to do with my sins. [It doesn’t matter whether or not I want you with me because this isn’t your cross to bear. I can’t expect you to leave your family and friends behind and put your career on hold in favor of wandering around the continent with me while I sort out the mess that is my life. You have a life of your own and while I’m grateful for your offer, I care about you too much to take you up on it.] *forehead poke*

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Some Place Away

WS!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Roughly based on Ariana Grande’s Dangerous Woman

Word Count: +3k | Rating: R

Warnings: Angst, SMUT. UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap your wang, before you bang!)

A/N: alright, this was hard to write, and my head hurts but i was determined to write my first song fic and this is for KUMI!!! (@mellifluous-melodramas​) my wifey! OMG I’M NERVOUS HOE

(also, i’ve added ‘///’ where the smut starts and ends)

y’all, enjoy and do drop a comment in my ask box or anywhere

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Somewhere in London, January 28, 1992; 12.47am.

You lean on the lamp post, far from them on the empty street, your gaze never leaving his form as you watch your soldier talking to another woman, who was rather getting a little too handsy with him. Her delicate fingers brushing up over his prosthetic arm, treating it like a delicate, poor little flower.

It disgusts you to no end and your violent mind thinks of all the scenarios where you’d do anything to keep her away from him. Keep everything, everyone away from him. But you know he’s only doing his job, the one that HYDRA forced him to do.

But there are so many other ways of gathering information. You could have taken matters in your own hand, but since the Soldier was granted the liberty for this mission, he thought it could be done without any sort of destruction, which you would never hesitate to cause.

It has been half an hour since they’re talking and as much as you wanted to ignore the sting in your heart, your brain overtakes your feelings and reminds you once again that you’re nothing but the protector; you’re here just to keep an eye on the asset. Any other sort of attachment would cost you both your lives.

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