let it get to :40 oh my god

imagine: bts @ pride festival

Seokjin- Agrees to wear three inch heels and a corset with his jeans if it means he can sit on top of their float and wave the whole time. Looks fucking amazing and rubs it in everyone’s face, both as a group and at least once to each as an individual. Wins an award he didn’t know he was up for. Gets hit on by half a dozen people and has no idea until Namjoon tells him the following day. Buys everyone a water and a souvenir. Gets himself a sparkly pink button that just says “Princess Bitch” on it. Brings up every embarrassing thing he witnesses of the other members at every opportunity for three weeks.

Yoongi- Wears exactly what he always wears, but with a tiny rainbow sticker on his cheek. Complains about the glitter. Complains about the noise. Complains about the walking. Stops complaining when Hoseok kisses him on the mouth. It doesn’t mean anything, but upon shutting up Yoongi entwines his fingers with Hobi and smiles along with him the rest of the night. Gets a button with the date and “PRIDE” on it. Later discovered that a picture of him and Hoseok kissing made it across half the internet and into three newspapers. Can’t explain how he finds 30 condoms in his pockets the next day. Vows to never go again.

Hoseok- Puts rainbow chalk in his hair and paints his face. Takes off his shirt and writes FREE HUGS on his chest in rainbow. Beats personal hug record, including every single person with a sign apologizing for their past homophobia. Kisses yoongi on the lips to shut him up, fully aware that they’re right in front of Jungkook’s camera. Engages in an extremely sexual dance off with a guy from the gay rodeo and gets his number. Steps away for ten minutes to help a family marching nearby with their grumpy child by carrying it on his shoulders. Gets a “look at me now” pin. Cries.

Namjoon- Wears a supportive t-shirt and rainbow suspenders and gets a rainbow flag to wear like a cape. Laughs and hides his face when Jimin grinds on him for reasons unknown. Tae tries it, too, but Namjoon is staring at Jin’s outfit and doesn’t notice. Goes to give a protestor a piece of his mind on Jungkook’s behalf, ends up hitting him on accident, tries to play it off as dancing. Loses his wallet. Gets an “all you need is love” button, which he puts on his computer bag, always wishing someone would ask where he got it. (No one ever does.)

Jimin- Black booty short, stilettos, about 40% of a shirt. Feels tall and confident. Grinds shamelessly into the air. Grinds shamelessly on Namjoon. Grinds shamelessly in the faces of the protesters. Laughs about not looking as good as Seokjin does in his corset. Briefly loses his confidence, but oh my god this is his jam and he can’t believe they actually played it can you believe it Yoongi- oh he’s occupied. Meets drag queens through Taehyung, thrilled. Lets a drunken lesbian lick his abs and leave a lipstick stain on his neck. Jealous that Yoongi got his picture in the media and he didn’t. Gets a button that says “kiss my ass” and a winky emoji.

Taehyung- Also heels and booty shorts, but his are rainbow instead of black, and he just wears a sash instead of anything remotely resembling a shirt. Make-up on point. Meets back up with some old drag queen friends, gets 8 million pictures. Holds one of every flag the whole night. His smile gets glitter in it, but he doesn’t care, because it’s his glitter. Tries to grind up against Namjoon, gets ignored. Tries to grind up against Jungkook, gets a blush and an elbow to the ribs. Grinds against protesters. Ends up putting all the flags in his back pocket so he can hold sparklers, walks so they wave. Gets a button that says “Warning: Bigots get DRAGged to hell.” Drags everyone (including Yoongi) back the following year.

Jungkook- Dressed normally, save a rainbow bandana around his neck. Lowkey checking out everyone there through his camera lens. Close to tears when he sees protester, but meets a dog and gets over it. Takes pictures of said dog, and later finds Namjoon in the background of one, hitting a protester in the face. Ignores it. Won’t stop asking what each flag means. Takes the picture of Almighty Jin that wins Jin an award. Takes a picture of Yoongi and Hoseok and kissing, shows it to Taehyung, and doesn’t understand when he starts receiving funds from newspapers over the copyright. Ends up a hundred dollars and 16 dog pictures richer. Gets a button that says “I Survived PRIDE” but still wonders how every time he sees a rainbow.

Reached 2k!!!

I was a tad MIA the last two days from tumblr and I got back today only to find out that I’m a little over 2k followers! I mean guys, what did I do deserve this?! I’m honestly still flabbergasted! Thank you so much to each and every one of you that show such love and support towards my stories and keep sending me your lovely words and feedback! It literally means the world! And to anyone that simply reblogs and likes my stuff or just hits the follow button. Seriously, the Bughead family has the loveliest people I’ve ever met on the internet and I can’t say enough how much I love and cherish each one of you! You all rock, my friends!

Originally posted by thebugheadfanatic

So, in honor of gaining more internet friends, (and since I haven’t finished a new fic for you as always, I’m so sorry) I’ve made a list of one-sentence prompts for Bughead in order for me to give you a small and cute present back tonight. So pick a number or as many as you want and send them over and I’ll write something short regarding the sentence the numbers refer to. There it goes:

1.     “Wow, you’re hot.”
2.     “Hey, I’m open-minded.”
3.     “Keep sweet-talking and this will go a whole new direction.”
4.     “Can I keep you?”
5.     “Three words, eight letters…I got food.”
6.     “I can literally hear you thinking; relax.”
7.     “Sorry, I don’t come with a manual!”
8.     “Smile like you don’t know.”
9.     “Give me one good reason to stay.”
10.   “Trust me, I wish we were having sex instead.”
11.   “Are you being adorable?”
12.   “You’re surprised that I like that?”
13.   “Finders keepers.”
14.   “I thought they liked me!”
15.   “I tried to move on, but, nobody is you.”
16.   “Please, don’t wear those jeans.”
17.   “I wasn’t trying to make you cry.”
18.   “Take the train and meet me.”
19.   “I should have kept my clothes on.”
20.   “Blood, drugs; is something I need to know, babe?”
21.   “Good luck with this mess you’re making.”
22.   “You need to stop replying to me with pictures.”
23.   “I’m on airplane mode; don’t distract me.”
24.   “The skirt is short on purpose.”
25.   “Where have you been, I was ready to call the police!”
26.   “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!”
27.   “Stripping clearly wasn’t in the plan.”
28.   “Stop walking me up in the middle of the night.”
29.   “Who am I to get in your way?”
30.   “You made me a mixtape?”
31.   “It’s nothing a blow job can’t fix.”
32.   “One of us is upset here!”
33.   “What if I don’t get better than this?”
34.   “Hop on up here!”
35.   “Did you just smack my butt?”
36.   “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
37.   “Do you seriously have to think about this?!”
38.   “You could destroy the world and I’d still be by your side.”
39.   “Show some respect; I’m seven months older than you.”
40.   “You used to do a sideways smile.”
41.   “They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”
42.   “This is why I didn’t let myself fall in love.”
43.   “The good news is that GPA is actually pretty insignificant in the face of all of our inevitable deaths, so…”
44.   “It smells like you.”
45.   “You’re so out of my league.”
46.   “Babe, I need you to stop kissing me and let me do my jo-OH my God!”
47.   “There’s a lipstick stain on your shirt.”
48.   “Wait, let me get a picture!”
49.   “I’m not that flexible!”
50.   “It’s lonely without you here.”

My inbox is open and I’m itching to get down to write literally all of them right now, so don’t hesitate and send your requests! Once again, a huuuge thank you! Keep shipping Bughead and stay brilliant! 💖💖

late night fights

a/n: so so sorry for the long wait to the lovely anon who requested a Nate imagine. Hope you like it, I tried to follow your request as close as possible, just know I worked on this for like 3 days, constantly rewriting, so sorry if you still don’t like it, but I put lots of work into it, so please enjoy

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I was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for my boyfriend, Nate. I met Nate 3 and a half years ago at a Future concert. I could barely see anything over the guy that towered in front of me, and someone behind me drunkenly ran into me, shoving me into him.

He turned around with this angry look on his face, but it softened when he saw me. Despite his change in attitude I was still freaking out, blame it on my generous, caring nature, so I immediately started to apologize.

We started talking a bit, and he let me stand in front of him so I could see. After the concert we went out for drinks, and we just really hit it off. 6 months later he asked me to be his girlfriend, and here we are. 3 years later, happy as can be.

Nate and Swazz were currently at the studio. Nate’s been spending a lot of time there lately. Leaving as soon as he wakes up, and getting home at like 3 in the morning. I was pretty worried, despite being together for 3 years, there was always these gorgeous girls throwing themselves at him, and I couldn’t help but feel like he would dump me for them, cause well, I’m just plain ordinary me. Nothing special, and definitely don’t look like those girls.

But, Nate promised to come home for dinner tonight at 8, so here I was, getting things ready at 7:30.

At 8, I had everything finished, and I was dressed in some black ripped jeans and a white pocket tee. I busied yourself until Nate got home, throwing in a load of his laundry, cleaning up a bit in the living room. I laid down on the couch, watching tv, waiting for Nate to come home.

I woke up at 9:30, and Nate still wasn’t home. I was so over it at this point. I put the food away and went up to our room and changed into some leggings and a big tee shirt.

I threw my hair up in a messy bun, took off my make up. I was just lounging around, waiting for Nate to get home. I was constantly checking my phone, and saw that Nate was tweeting, posting pictures on insta, liking pictures on insta and his snapchat was full of pics and videos of him and the boys and then some with him and Stass, and Emily.

I finally decided to just go to bed, giving up on waiting for him to come home. By now it was 3 in the morning, so I figured he wasn’t coming home.

I woke up the next morning at like 7 am to a loud crashing noise downstairs. All to familiar with the sound I walked down to see Nate stumbling in. I stood on the stairs as Nate closed the door and went over and sat on the couch.

“another late night?” I asked from the stairs, Nate not even turning to look at me.

“don’t start with this shit right now (y/n).” he groaned.

“start with what Nate? I was just asking.” I said, with obvious sarcasm.

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now. Please get me some asprin.”

“If we don’t talk about this now Nate, when are we going to?” and finally he turned and looked at me. He looked like hell.

“(y/n) what do you possibly have to say that I haven’t already heard? Now get me some damn asprin.” He said, turning back around.

“get your own damn asprin Nate. I’m sick and tired of this. I never see you, and when we do see each other all we do is fight.” I threw my hands up. He got up off the couch and turned to look at me, clearly feeling hungover as he swayed a bit.

“have you thought maybe I spend all my time at the studio or out with the guys to avoid you? Your constant bitching and complaining. 90% of our fights are because of you. Your fucking insecurities drive me up a fucking wall. I can’t hang out with the boys without you freaking out about a girl that’s there? Like you don’t fucking trust me? Well I don’t wanna be with someone who doesn’t fucking trust me.” He yelled.

Taken aback by his response I was left shocked, but quickly spoke my mind.

“damn straight I don’t trust you” I lied, just so pissed at his accusation, and the fact he wouldn’t wanna be with me over some petty shit like that. “You think I wanna be with someone who’s constantly out fucking around? Do you even do anything besides smoke weed and drink with the guys? When was the last time you even released a new song? Or even recorded one? I don’t wanna be with someone who clearly doesn’t even wanna be in a relationship.” I screamed.

“well you know where the fucking door is.” He yelled, shocking both of us I think. I know I was shocked, and when his eyes went wide with the realization of what he said, I think he was just as shocked as I was. I bit my lip and started shaking my head as I ran upstairs into our room, ignoring Nate calling my name.

I grabbed a backpack and just started throwing random shit in it. A bra and like two extra pairs of panties. Like 3 shirts, 2 pair of leggings, socks, a pair of shorts. I tossed my charger in the bag and grabbed my purse with my keys and money and opened the bedroom door and headed downstairs.

Nate was walking out of the kitchen, tossing some asprin in his mouth as I reached the bottom step. I started heading towards the door but he called out, making me stop and turn around.

“what are you doing?” he asked.

“clearly this isn’t working anymore Nate, so I’m doing both of us a favor and leaving.” I spoke, turning back around and pulling open the door. “bye Nate.” I said, as I closed the door behind me.

I got in my car and started it, and saw Nate pull open the front door, looking at me as I backed out of the driveway. I immediately called Swazz, knowing he would help me. On the phone I explained what happened and he immediately offered me his guest bedroom. I told him I’d be over soon and hung up.

Swazz and I had been friends for as long as I had known Nate. We became so close that the first 6 months of my relationship with Nate, whenever everyone would go out, everyone would assume Swazz and I were dating. And Nate did have his suspicions of us having a thing, but he was just too much of an older brother.

Swazz let me in and it was when I saw him and he asked what happened that I finally broke down. I started bawling my eyes out, and Swazz let me cry all over his tee. He was always so helpful in my relationship with Nate, always offering advice when something was bothering me.

I eventually fell asleep, needing some rest. I woke up at around 4 pm, and walked down the hall. I heard Swazz on the phone.

Yeah man, she’s here.

No I wouldn’t do that. You two both need some time to calm down and just think about things.

Okay, you know I will.

And then he hung up. Judging by the conversation, it was no doubt Nate. Swazz and I sat around and watched some movies, but at around 8 he let me take a shower, knowing that always calms me down, and he let me borrow one of his shirts, knowing I was so used to wearing Nate’s big ones. Once I was done, despite taking a nap, I went to bed right afterwards.

The next morning I woke up and decided to check my phone to see if Nate had tried to contact me. The second I unlocked my phone, my notifications were blowing up. Twitter was going crazy, so I checked to see a bunch of screenshots of Nate out again last night. Pictures of him and Stass everywhere.

Then there was a video, from snapchat, so obviously it was on is story if fans were able to save it and tweet it. It was him and Stass out at a club. Yeah, her giving him a lap dance hurt like a bitch. But what killed was the next part, where they’re literally sitting there making out.

That was when my world shattered. 3 years and the same day we break up he’s already out with another girl. So aggravated I screamed and threw my phone at the wall. Swazz came in and his face softened when he saw me. I looked up at him and broke down.

“why” I broke down, but Swazz came and sat on bed with me, holding me in his arms as I had another break down. Again Swazz stopped me from having another panic attack, and just let me lay in bed for the day. Around 7 I decided, if he was out living up the single life, then I would too.

I don’t pay hundreds of dollars to be wasting it with my tears over some fucker. No, I deserved to go out and have the time of my life, like any other single girl would do. So I said fuck it and decided I was going out tonight.

I dressed in black ripped skinny jeans and a plain white vneck, throwing on a leather jacket and finishing the outfit with a pair of black bootie wedges. I also curled my hair, and did my make up really nice. When Swazz saw me he kinda smiled.

“feeling better?” he asked.

“yeah, I’m just gonna go out for a bit.”

“alright, you have your key?”

“yeah, I’ll see ya”

And with that I was out the door. I found an uber and found myself at a little club. Immediately walking up to the bar and ordering 2 shots, downing them both almost immediately. I got a mixed drink and turned and looked at the dancefloor.

Some like 40 year old guy came up to me and started to hit on me. He asked me to dance with him, but I kindly declined. But he didn’t give up. He reached out and grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me out, but I fought a bit. Suddenly another hand was around my waist and my thoughts were ‘I’m going to die, they’re going to rape me and kill me.’ But I was wrong.

“hey bud, mind letting go of my girl?” the guy next to me spoke, his voice low and smooth. I turned and looked at him. He was tall and hot as hell, looked my age, maybe a year or two older. Kinda long shaggy hair, but it was quiffed up a bit. And his smile, god his smile.

“oh this is your girl?” the 40 year old asked.

“yeah, and I’d appreciate if you would get your hands off her and leave her alone.”

“she’s a prude anyway.” The older guy scoffed and walked away.

I turned and looked up at the guy with his arm still around me, resting on my waist, a little lower and closer to my butt.

“thank you.” I smiled.

“hey anything for a pretty girl.” He smiled. “I’m Derek.”

“(y/n)”

And the rest of the night, we hung out. We sat at the bar, and got drink after drink. He had his hand constantly on me, somehow, someway, and always very sensual. Like, he would rub up and down my thigh, or take my hand. We were very very flirty all night, sexual tension obvious between us.

“hey, uh don’t look now, but that creep from earlier is looking over here.” Derek whispered in my ear, pulling back slightly and looking at me. I bit my lip and smiled.

“let’s give him something to look at then.”

And Derek, reading my mind, caressed my cheek with one hand, the other resting on my thigh, as my hand held onto his arm, and the other resting on his shoulder as our lips met.

What started as a sweet innocent kiss, turned heated fast and suddenly our tongues were fighting for dominance. I pulled back to catch my breath and Derek smiled at me.

“you wanna get outta here?”

And in that moment I thought about Nate. I still cared about him, but he no doubt fucked Stass after that video, and they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

“yes.” I said breathlessly.

Next thing I know, me and Derek are walking out of the club hand in hand. He called an uber and the second we were in and he told them his address, we were both all over each other.

We stumbled into his place, sloppily making out, neither of us caring how many pieces of furniture we ran into. First it was the side table, then the back of the couch, then the tv, then the speakers, and after that the armrest of the couch, causing us both to fall back onto the couch, Derek landing on top of me.

“are you sure you want to?” he pulled up and asked.

“yes, please.” I said breathlessly, and next thing I know our lips are attached.

Clothes started flying off and next thing I know Derek is inside of me, no foreplay needed. It felt so good. He felt so good. I was a moaning mess within minutes. The sound of skin slapping and both our moans filled the room, and when we both finally released, Derek collapsed on top of me.

He grabbed a sheet and covered us and within minutes we were both asleep.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of a doorbell. I turned and nudged a still sleepy Derek.

“Derek, someone’s at the door.” I groaned, still tired.

“can you get it babygirl?” he groaned, eyes still closed.

“what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

“just ask what they want, if they explain why they’re here, don’t let them in, if they say they gotta see me, let em in.” He spoke, running his hand down his face, slowly waking up.

I got off the couch and threw on Derek’s shirt, not knowing where mine was. I also threw on his boxers, my panties lost. I started heading towards the door and turned to see Derek finally sitting up, but before I opened the door I yelled at him.

“if you’re about to have company you might wanna put some pants on.”

“babygirl, if you wanted to see me in the morning, all you had to do was ask.” He smirked, standing up and letting the sheet fall, his manhood standing at full attention. Morning wood. I laughed and turned to open the door, looking down still.

“can I help y-“ I stopped short, looking up to see Nate. My eyes wide, his just filled with confusion. He then looked me up and down and suddenly his jaw clenched. He didn’t say anything, just pushed open the door and brushed past me.

“LUH, THE FUCK YOU AT?” Nate screamed, I followed after him, stopping right behind him as he saw Derek in the living room, fixing his shorts.

“hey wassup Skate?”

“YOU FUCKED MY GIRL?” Nate hissed, his hands in fists, ready to throw punches.

“didn’t know yall were together.” Derek spoke, calm as hell.

“well, we were, but, fuck it man, it doesn’t matter, You still fucked my girl.” Nate spoke.

Derek was about to speak again, but Nate had ran up and punched him. The two guys breaking out into a fist fight.

“guys.” I tried, but they didn’t respond.

“Guys!” I yelled louder, yet no response again.

“GUYS” I tried again, but they paid no attention.

“NATE” I yelled, grabbing his arm, and he stopped, holding Derek by the collar, and Nate’s angry look disappeared and his face filled with sorrow. Nate let go of Derek, throwing him down onto the floor.

I made sure Derek was okay, and once I got him off the ground and onto the couch, I turned and looked at Nate.

“what the fuck was that.”

“what the fuck was that? What the fuck is my girlfriend doing at my best friends house in his fucking clothes?” Nate growled, looking between me and Derek. My eyes went wide.

“wait, y-you know each other?” I stuttered.

“yeah, Nate’s family. He got me on his label.” Derek said from the couch.

“wait what?”

“why do you think I’ve been at the studio so much ma? I’ve been working with Derek. Yeah, sometimes we all get a little sidetracked and start fucking around, but other than that it’s been late nights with Derek.” Nate explained. “look, can we talk?”

“uh, yeah.” I said, and Nate took my hand and dragged me into Derek’s kitchen. I leaned against the counter, and Nate stood across from me.

“look, I’m sorry okay. I was an idiot. I shouldn’t have said the shit I did, and I definitely should have stopped you from leaving. I was an ass.” Nate spoke out.

“No Nate, you were right. I should have just trusted you.”

“no (y/n) you were right. I should be spending more time with you, it’s not right for me to spend all my time at the studio or out with the boys, when I could be spending it with my girl.”

“Nate, I didn’t mean what I said. I understand you’re at the studio a lot and working really hard. I just got upset because I thought you would rather go out with the guys then be with me. I- I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” I admitted, looking shyly up at Nate.

His mouth dropped, and in the blink of an eye Nate was in front of me, my face in his hands and his lips on mine. After he pulled back, he looked at me, hands still holding my face.

“babygirl, of course I love you. I’m always gonna love you, don’t you ever doubt that. I never knew what love was until I met you, so you best believe I ain’t ever gonna throw what we got away.” He smiled. “I love you way too much ma.”

“I love you too Nate.”

“so does that mean you’re gonna come back home?” he smiled.

“yeah, I’m coming back home.”

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i mean theres a difference between ignoring that some celebrities are horrible people bc u like their work and literally refusing to let yourself enjoy a famous person’s work because they said a few problématique things over the course of their public life like……… “this 40 year old actor isnt Woke enough so i can never like him ever again oh no he said something implicitly transphobic in an interview and nobody can ever change thru education, he wasnt born ideologically perfect like i was :(” oh my god please go outside and get off tumblr and talk to real people (and thats coming from ME!!!!!! thats how u know you need to, when a shut in like me is telling you u need some in-person socialization, oh my god) having vaguely Bad politics but generally being a good person is far from the end of the world, especially these days where literal fascists are loudly and proudly spreading their violent shitty worldview. expecting ideological purity right off the bat is the exact opposite of what we need to do right now. give people a chance to change before you write them off as problematic irredeemable garbage

5000 Followers One Line Prompts!

A/N: So i know it’s a little late but here is the list as promised. Thank you all so much for supporting me, i love each and every one of you! (I’m busy with school work right now so i’ll get started on these as soon as i’m done)

1. “Come over here and make me”
2. “I trusted you!”
3. “Are you trying to flirt? Because, you’re embarrassing yourself”
4. “How can I hate someone so much, yet love them even more?”
5. “Please, just don’t leave me”
6. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
7. “I almost lost you”
8.  “I like proving you wrong.”
9.  “It was supposed to be me.”
10. “Teach me how to play”
11.  “i never stopped loving you, i just stopped showing it “
12. “I’m only going to ask you once more”
13. “Just, do one last thing. Kiss me”
14. “Hey, I’m with you okay? Always”
15. “We need to talk”
16. “Are you jealous”
17. “You did this, all for me?”
18. “You need me just as much as I need you”
19. “Promise me”
20. “I thought you loved me”
21. “You don’t have any right to say that”
22. “I’m like 75% this won’t explode on us.”
23. “Two can play at this game”
24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this”
25. “You think you’re the only one that’s suffering here?”
26. “Just do it!”
27.  “There was nothing between us. Just a weird friendship”
28.  “We need to talk”
29.  “Get out of the way before I murder you.”
30. “You wanna bet?”
31. “Nothing has ever scared me more than being with you”
32. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified”
33. “I’m never going to leave you”
34.  “I’m pretty sure I don’t need you to tell me how to ruin my life. I got this.”
35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off”
36. “I’m not falling for that again”
37. “Just say it, once more”
38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go  to such extremes..
39. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”
40. “No one has ever made me feel more special than you have”
41. “Stop complaining, you know you love it”
42. “I’m fed up of your stupid games”
43. “You don’t have to change for me”
44. “Honestly I couldn’t give a damn if you want to be here or not. “
45. “I’ll get you back for that”
46. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this”
47. “There’s something I need to tell you”
48. “You think I need you? Because I don’t”
49. “Well, this is awkward…”
50. “If you really love me, you’ll let me go”
51. “Oh my god what happened?”
52. “Who did this to you?”
53. “Why is it always you?”
54. “You always say that, and you’re always wrong”
55. “I did not expect this”
56. “I told you this would happen”
57. “It’s not my fault!”
58. “I didn’t do it!”
59. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
60. “Give it back!”
61. “This was a bad idea before you even thought of it”
62. “Just shut up and kiss me”
63. “That’s it, I can’t do this anymore”
64. “I hate you so much”
65. “Because I love you god damn it!”
66. “We shouldn’t be doing this”
67. “What could go wrong?”
68. “I didn’t know you could do that”
69. “You have cold, you’re not dying”
70.  Writers Choice

Birthday Drabble #3.

Prompt: You knew Bucky had something planned for your birthday but what you didn’t know was the he was going to make one your dreams come true.

Word Count: 768.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

A/N: Birthday drabble for @hellomissmabel, hope you enjoy it darling.

Originally posted by sibirr

You were unable to stop playing with your fingers, sitting in the living room in the wait for Bucky to come pick you up to whatever thing he had planned to do but he was late. He was awfully late, something incredibly out of character and worry was placed in your head and heart.

As you were about to jump up from the coach and go in the search for him, Wanda appeared walking the threshold, a bright smile in her lips as she saw you.

“I was looking for you. C’mon, I know you guys are already falling behind the schedule.”

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The Winter Soldier is Still Here (Stone Cold-Part One)

Description: You work at the local farmers market every Saturday selling produce. You catch Bucky’s eye, not only because you’re the only one who sells plums, but because you treat him like a normal person. As a friendship begins to bloom,it quickly grows into a relationship and you learn that life with Bucky isn’t as easy it originally seemed.

Word Count: 3112

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: None…fluffy like a marshmallow :)

Author’s note:  So I did, in fact, begin writing a Bucky Fic and here is the first part. Please let me know what you think and what you may like to read. I don’t have the firmest grip on this one right now, definitely not as firmly as I’d like, so I’m very open to ideas!! Thanks so much!

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BUCKY POV
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I woke up and stared at the bare ceiling of my studio apartment.

“Oh, God, another day.”

I looked to the clock on my right. 7:30. I guess one thing I don’t miss from the 40s is the Army morning roll call at 5am. I might as well get up and get going before all the best things are bought.

Going to the Farmers Market in town has become a habit of mine shortly after moving out of the Stark tower and to this mountain town. I don’t think I’ll ever understand why Steve said this would be a great place for me. There are tens of thousands of college students, individuals, and families all around the town. Despite all of the people crowded into such a small town, I can see the charm he saw in it.

Fall is finally starting to set in. The leaves are just beginning to change shades and the air is crisp. Even back in the 40’s, Fall was my favorite season…if for no other reason than all the dolls I went out with were extra cuddly and boy, you could get far for giving up a jacket.

As I got lost in the satisfying memories, I forgot I had been brushing my teeth until toothpaste drivel dropped down my chin and onto my chest, pulling me from picturing one of the gals I had wooed back in the day.

“Wake up, man, you’re never going to have that again. You have no warmth. You’ve killed dozens of people. You’re a cold killer even if you choose not to anymore. That choice doesn’t change your past or that you did it, no matter what Steve says,” I said, glaring at myself in the mirror threateningly.

READER POV
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“Man, do I really want to go this morning?”

I rolled my eyes before slowly pushing myself up and out of bed. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes as I walked to the bathroom, only a few feet away, in my tiny apartment. I brushed my teeth to get the trashy taste out of my mouth and threw my hair into a ponytail. After a deep breath, it was time for coffee. My coffee maker would have to work harder this morning than it had been doing lately. It’s getting cooler outside as Fall is setting in. Thank heavens because even in the Virginia mountains, it had been a sweltering summer and I was fed up with sweating the moment I stepped out the door. As I fixed my coffee, my mind wandered, thinking of my family I’d left back in NC. Today would have been a nice day to drive down, but the market is open and I have products to sell and money to make. The bills aren’t going to pay themselves. When looking at my watch, I couldn’t help but notice I could squeeze in an extra five minutes of thought on my balcony. I opened the sliding door and stepped into the chill air, but was immediately warmed up by the rising sun and the hot coffee in hand.

I can’t help but sigh in the contentment of the moment. My eyes graze over the sinuous river, water peacefully lapping on the bank. The train tracks quiet, but in a few hours, once the market starts up, the resounding whistle is sure to be heard. The parking lots are fairly empty still, surprisingly. I figured more people would be getting their outdoor activities started early, but I suppose people just took the crisp morning to stay in bed for now.

“Crap.”

Forgetting about my responsibilities, I noticed 10, instead of 5 minutes had passed. I quickly stepped inside and shut the door, locking it, and headed for the sink in one fluid movement. I slipped my Toms on, grabbed my bag, sweater, and beanie before closing the door behind me and locking it. I rushed down the stairs-the lift took too long-and to Kasper, the friendly Kia.

“Ooh! Good morning Kasper! Thanks for being warm and toasty!”

I’m sure glad I got a start up button when I got this vehicle, it sure comes in handy on mornings like this.

“Kasper, aren’t you glad we don’t have to drive out to the farm this morning?”

Kasper seemed to purr in response as I put him in reverse and headed down Main Street to the unloading spot they reserved for those selling at the market. I quickly unloaded what I had picked at the farm the previous evening. Yes, I live such a glamorous life. In between spending the majority of my time working at The Muse which was my favorite coffee shop when I moved here, two face-to-face classes a week, working through the rest of my grad school work at work or at my favorite local book store, the extra shifts I was able to catch at the school’s writing center, and picking fruit to sell at the market, there wasn’t really time for anything other than those things. I knew when I made the decision to quit my teaching job and move out of state for grad school, it was going to be a challenging transition, but it was worth it if I could conquer it in the end.

While all of these thoughts swam around in my head, I arranged the fruit, fixed and put up my sign, and waited for the crowds to arrive.

BUCKY POV
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After I was dressed and ready to go, I headed out the door and took the lift. When I walked out of the door of my building, I pulled my sleeves down further and my gloves higher. The sun was shining bright, meaning if even a sliver of my metal arm was showing, anyone and everyone would notice. I took my time walking down the street. Despite that I was observant because of my training from Hydra, I was appreciative of it sometimes. In this mountain town, on a Saturday morning, I always felt like I could observe to relax instead of observe as preparation for conflict.

As I passed a mother and daughter going into Market at Main, I pulled the cap I was wearing further down over my eyes as the little girl pointed, scampering closer to her mother,  recognizing me as the Winter Soldier. I looked down at the ground. I hate being something people fear. I hate what Hydra did to me. I’d be better off dead.

READER POV
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The market was filling up with people by 8. I noticed that some of the surrounding tables had some of the same products as I did, but hopefully people would buy from me today. Rent is due on Monday and I’d really prefer not to delve into my savings-the little that’s left- for what I’m short on. Luckily at the farm I was able to get some of people’s Fall favorites such as apples, cranberries, tomatoes, winter squash, and of course pumpkins. I also was able to get my hands on some items that I didn’t see at other’s tables, such as parsnips, spinach, fennel, and plums. I hope that I’m able to make get some extra customers because of having different products than others who were selling today.

People were milling around, looking at different items, but no one had paid any close attention to the table yet.

“If I had thought about it, and hadn’t been running late, I would have made some coffee for customers to draw them in. Why didn’t I just get up this morning!?” I couldn’t help but think. I’ll be kicking myself the rest of the day because of it. The Lord must have heard my complaints because the teeny elderly lady at the next table sent a customer of hers my way.

“Good morning! How are you today?” I greeted the middle aged woman.

“I’m well, how are you, dear?”

“I’m well also, a little tired, but I’m here and loving this weather change! Is there something in particular I can help you with or are you just browsing?”

“I was actually looking for some parsnips for a recipe I found and it seems you’re the only person here selling any. These cranberries would look wonderful on my kitchen table too. I’ll take some of both.”

I let her pick out how much she wanted, wrapped the parsnips up with some twine and put the cranberries in a baggie for her. We exchanged products for money and I noticed she gave me too much.

“Oh ma'am, you gave me an extra $10.”

“No dear, that’s for you. I’ve been wanting to make this recipe and haven’t been able to find parsnips anywhere for months. Thanks to you I can finally make the dish, so you keep the extra! Have a great day, sweetie!”

I thanked her before she walked away. If this was any indication of how the day was going to go, I could use more of them.

The morning passed quickly, all the business I was receiving helped the morning move by rapidly. While I enjoy my outdoors time at the market, experiencing a little bit of a social life, I had so many things piled up at home for grad school that I needed to be doing. Whenever there weren’t people at the table, I attempted to look approachable while also making mental lists of everything I had to complete.

Around 11:30, I pulled out my snack bar while there weren’t many customers around. I remembered that today I was going to be able to splurge, thanks to some extra cash I’d picked up today, and grab some Filipino cuisine before heading home, but the market didn’t close ‘til 2pm and I’d still have to pack up what leftovers I had, which by the looks of things shouldn’t take too long, thankfully.

I was about halfway through my snack bar when this man appeared in front of me, looking at the plums I had for purchase. I had not even seen him approaching. I’m typically an overly observant person so for him to sneak up on me, he must be pretty skilled at hiding in plain sight. Nonetheless, I put my snack bar back in my bag behind me and speedily finished chewing and swallowed the remnants so that I could politely speak.

“I apologize about that sir.” I attempted my most size-able smile. “I didn’t notice anyone around and my breakfast is long gone. Typically people aren’t able to sneak up on me. You’ll have to teach me your ways.”

He simply stared at me, the smallest hint at a smirk visible, so small I wasn’t sure if it was a smirk or not. As I finished my apology, however, I knew it had been a smirk because it left and his face shifted into what seemed a sculpted stone and his eyes turned cold. Despite that cold look, I couldn’t quite conjure up the emotion of fear. Instead, sadness and compassion were what took the place of where fear should have been. I hesitated a moment before speaking, attempting to mend the situation.

“I’m sorry, bad joke. Is there something I can help you with? In the market for some plums, maybe?”

His statue face seemed to regain some vitality as I spoke again, almost as if he hadn’t realized a change in his face had even occurred. He smiled, however small, and I was thankful to see a smile, even if it didn’t reach his eyes.

BUCKY POV
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“No way,” I said, just barely audible.

Many people had cleared out of the market by now. The only people left were those who weren’t quite as serious buyers and typically just browsing for something to do on a Saturday between breakfast and lunch. That’s how I liked it, though. Less people meant less chance of a problem, less chance for the Winter Soldier to escape and Bucky Barnes to get buried in his own mind once again. Don’t get me wrong, I know how ludicrous it sounds that someone could get to me and bring out the Winter Soldier in this quaint, yet busy, mountain town of Lynchburg…but if Zemo could get to me in a containment cell at a Counter Terrorist Centre in Germany, someone could get to me here.

I walked over to the table, noticing the girl who seemed to be the seller eating a snack bar on my way, to look at the plums for purchase.

“I can’t believe she has plums,” I thought.

She apparently didn’t notice me approaching, which was fine, I had received a few too many stares this morning. I examined the plums as she finished chewing what she had been eating before looking up at her as she began to address me. She was a little flustered it seemed, possibly embarrassed by being caught off guard, but she had such a winning smile and bewitching eyes attached to the beginning of her apology that I couldn’t stop myself from grinning until the end of her statement left her lips.

“My ways? My ways are callously learned. My ways were learned through torture. My ways come through atrocious lessons and from detestable people, if one could even call them that. They made me into this abhorrent monstrosity called the Winter Soldier. My ways were learned through memory loss, leaving me unable to even remember the closest thing to a brother I’ve ever had,” the thoughts reverberated through my mind.

I hadn’t even realized that I had not responded or how enraged my face must have become because her attempt to make things better with an apology snapped me back into reality. I gave her a slight smile, she deserved it for not freaking out at my evident change in behavior. There was one thing I didn’t understand though, she wasn’t afraid of me.

“That’s okay. Yes, I’m surprised to see plums. I haven’t seen any here before and they’re my favorite. They look good. How much are you asking?”

“Well, I’d typically charge .45 apiece, but if they’re your favorite and you haven’t been able to find any, I’ll drop that to .20 apiece,” she answered.

“That’s quite a price drop, are you sure?” Why was she dropping it so much lower. She wasn’t flirting. Why would she do that?

“Yeh,” she smiled genially, “definitely. Besides no one has really even paid them any mind today. You’re literally the only person who has acknowledged their existence, plus I don’t want to take them home with me. It’d be doing us both a favor if you wanted them all.”

I couldn’t help but raise my eyebrows in surprise at her offer. Why was she being so nice. People weren’t this nice anymore. Even in my natural time of  1940’s, people weren’t this kind. She seemed genuine, nonetheless.

“Sure, if you’re sure you don’t mind. Or if you’d like I can come back at the end so not to stop you from making more profit if other people want to purchase them,” I offered.

“Nonsense!”

She started grabbing a couple of plums at a time to bag them up. As she was picking them up, she hit one just right and it started to roll off the table. My instincts kicked in and I quickly leaned, stretching around the corner to grab it before it hit the concrete. In the process my sleeve slipped up, exposing most of my metal forearm. I paused when I caught the plum before looking up at her, ashamed and angry at myself for being so careless.

When I looked up, I saw her eyes move from my arm to my face and recognition set in. She knew who I was now. She knew I was the Winter Soldier, Hydra Assassin. No more nice farmer’s market girl. I prepared myself for the look of horror, but it didn’t come. Something in her eyes flickered, I didn’t know what it was exactly, nervousness? Whatever it was it was, it was masked quickly and she responded almost excitedly.

“That was so awesome! I’m so clumsy. Thank you for catching that. I guess you should technically be thanking yourself since it’s a plum for you, but still.” She was smiling but you could tell her a few nerves had been hit when she recognized who you were. She wasn’t freaking out, though? What parallel universe have I stepped into?

I went to put the plum down so that I wouldn’t have to hand it to her, but she snagged it from my hand like it was just a normal, innocent human hand, not a frigid, killing machine.

I looked at her, almost in awe, before pulling out my wallet to retrieve the cash to pay for the plums.

“Is there anything else you may be interested in” she asked before totaling up what I owed.

My old self flared up and I had to stop myself from saying “Just a night out dancing with you, doll.” The past few months I had had moments like these, almost like nothing had ever changed and I had always been regular Bucky Barnes, that kid from Brooklyn, who joined the 107th, brother and protector of little Steve Rogers, instead of brainwashed and forever changed by Hydra.

“I don’t think so, not today anyway, unless you have any apples hidden anywhere? A friend of mine is supposed to be visiting this week and they like apples.”

“Oh, no, I’m sorry I don’t. I did earlier, but they’ve all been sold by now. I’m sorry! I saw a few other people bringing in apples this morning, so maybe you’ll be able to find some at another table?”

I nodded and pulled out the cash I owed her plus a little extra. I know she wasn’t going to make any profit if she only charged me .20 apiece.

“Oh, no, it’s only $2.40!” she proclaimed when she saw the $10 I had given her.

“Keep the extra,” I said, giving her a smile.

“Wow. Thank you so much. You really don’t have to do this.”

“No, I don’t have to, but I want to. Have a great day.” She deserves even more for the way she reacted to the arm, but I didn’t want to completely freak her out.

“Yeh,” she seemed a little shocked, “you too. Thank you again.”

I nodded and turned to walk away. I stopped and turned back to her, trying to think of the best and least creepy way to ask if I’d see her again,

“Do you think you’ll have more plums next week?” was all I could come up with.

when to listen to each track on 1989

  • WHEN: an hour before dinner, when you have plans to go out after. listen while applying lipstick, while elongating your eyelashes, while raising one foot and then the other in front of the mirror trying to pick a pair of boots. i don’t know how people who don’t do these things get dressed when they’re trying to keep their energy up and avoid texting their friends or dates or long-term boy/girl friends to be like, “jUST KIDDING I JUST REALIZED I HAVE THE FLU,” and climbing back into their beds to burrito up and watch 16 hours of netflix, but whatever it is, listen to this song while doing that.

  • WHY: welcome to new york is not a ~lyrics heavy~ jam. WELCOME TO NEW YORK is the kind of thing you shout out a taxi window in a movie, your hair fluttering behind you in the breeze because your future!!!! is so bright!!!! you don’t even know yet how subway cars smell, or that walking in high heels over grates is like an episode of american ninja warrior, or that grocery stores charge you $17.50 for a single bottle of diet coke, or that there are places that are STILL CASH ONLY. you don’t know these things yet, so you’re still hyped to Go Out And Live Like You’re Dying because maybe you’re one of those people who likes parties (???) or maybe you just… haven’t yet been told about netflix.

  • WHEN: just after your first morning coffee, at your desk when you’ve just realized that you’re 23 and maybe don't love your job, maybe aren't quite sure what you want to do with your life but HAVE come to the realization that running off to europe to “discover yourself and the world” isn’t really….a viable…. financial option, right now or probably ever, maybe when you’re 35, people are okay financially by 35 right??? haha? taylor? TAYLOR TELL ME THAT I WILL STOP FEELING LIKE I HAVE TO FIX MY LIPSTICK EVERY 15 SECONDS BY THE TIME I AM 35.

  • WHY: “blank space” is supposedly about how the media has depicted taylorswift as this empty husk of an overemotional man-eater, and while i am not saying that this is not a VALID reading of this song, taylor, THE AUTHOR IS DEAD, ETC., and this song is actually about how EVERYONE IS ALWAYS TRYING TO BE SOMETHING ALL THE GODDAMN TIME, and how you’re supposed to be one thing but you kind of feel like another, and you’re constantly being told that You Will Never Be Younger And More Alive Than You Are Right Now, which, what is THAT supposed to do for you???? REMEMBER remember r e m e m b e r that there is a little performativity in everything that you do, in everything that everybody does, life is fUNDAMENTALLY ABOUT PERFORMANCE ALWAYS and that doesn’t mean it’s never real or genuine or that it doesn’t mean anything but it is OKAY to get up and put on your war paint and feel stressed about whether the bus driver thinks you look like you have your life together. FAKE WHAT YOU WANT TO BE UNTIL IT COMES NATURALLY. 

  • WHEN: on your way home from whatever your friday/saturday night plans were when your head is pressed up against the car/bus/taxi/metro window and the city/country/suburb is blurring by and you're sad for some reason, you had such a good time but it was the kind of good time that makes you sad when it ends, when you go back to your apartment, when you’re getting ready for bed and turning out the lights and you’re like: well, i guess everything ends.

  • WHY: because everything ends, even when it happens again, even when it’s not an Ending with a Capital E, and sometimes the fact that it’s part of a loop is the thing that makes you lean your forehead against the window because you’ve realized that this is what life is, this is literally what life is, good times and bad times and good times again, and now you’re in your bed and the lights are out and you can hear planes overhead and you feel so small and so elated and so so so so tired, from dancing or laughing or walking or talking or waiting for the train, and not even upbeat hum of tswift promising we never go out of style can keep you awake, even though she’s right.

  • WHEN: driving home, stuck in traffic, windows rolled down even though it’s cold because you’ve been in the car for basically the WHOLE OF HUMAN HISTORY and the DOUCHEBAG IN THE HONDA just cut you off for nO reason because it’s not like you’re in the fast lane. THERE IS NO FAST LANE, DOUCHEBAG IN THE HONDA. 

  • WHY: you know like that relationship you had where one day you were looking at that person and you thought, “holy shit idk that i would exactly call this love because that’s–well haha that’s a big… that’s a big word LOL let’s not….let’s not–but you’re…. like, the way you just turned the knob on that door knocks me the FUCK out which is pretty stupid,” and then you panicked and ran away and stopped returning their calls or, for EXAMPLE, sent a facebook message that was like “GOSH I THINK I SHOULD GO BACK TO AMERICA NOW,” and then put them in a box labeled “please don’t open me ever!!!!!” and put that box on a shelf in the back of a closet you have locked up in your brain??? well out of the woods is for when you want to open that box and turn over a polaroid of that person making you laugh so hard that milk came out of your nose.

  • WHEN: when you’ve gotten home and you’re making dinner and you suddenly wonder about that person who, FOR EXAMPLE, once sent you a facebook message that said, “GOSH I THINK I SHOULD GO BACK TO AMERICA NOW,” even though two nights before they had looked at you with literal wonder in their eyes when you opened some random fucking door, and when you made them laugh they shook so hard that milk came out of their nose and they reached for your hand, holding it so tightly that their knuckles went white. 

  • WHY: there are people who hurt other people and there are people who are hurt and sometimes those people are the same people, because we CAN’T ALL HOLD BABY BIRDS IN OUR HANDS, ALL RIGHT, sometimes someone puts their little baby bird hearts in our hands and we panic and think, “i can put this down or i can accidentally crush it but one of those options gives this little dude a fighting chance,” even though it means abandoning a baby bird. if you were that baby bird than this song is for you because guess what guess what guess what: you fucking did it, you got left behind and learned to fly anyway and it TURNS OUT that you didn’t need them to stay, anyway. it TURNS OUT you’re better off with your wings unclipped.

  • WHEN: late afternoon when you are FLAGGING and you have EXAMS coming up or you’ve already used your lunch break but there are still SO MANY HOURS left of work and you’re like oH GOD SOMETHING’S GOTTA GIVE WHY CAN’T I MOVIE MONTAGE MY WAY THROUGH LIFE, so you go into the bathroom and lock the stall door and put your headphones in and jam. JAM.

  • WHY: look i’m not saying you don’t have real problems but i AM saying that SOME of those problems have a lot to do with getting stuck in your head and putting all your doubts and fears and anxieties on a loop and the best thing you can possible to for yourself is just LET IT GO, even if just for 3 minutes and 40 seconds, roughly.

  • WHEN: just after you hear that one of your friends, or that the celebrity crush you were using to avoid actual, achievable romantic options, or your older sibling who was always kind of a weirdo and who you used to use to make yourself feel better about your romantic/sex life even though you felt bad about it, suddenly gets a New Beau and can no longer hang out 24/7 eating chips and watching bob’s burgers with you on your couch.

  • WHY: sometimes you don’t realize that you’ve dug your heels in and refused to move until the world moves around you, and you’re like that person who’s going forward at regular speeds while everyone else double times around you, and you think: it has to be me, right? because steps forward bring you into new territory and new territory can hurt, growing pains are called pains for a reason, and it’s safer, sometimes, to look back and look back and look back and think well what if that had lasted? instead of turning around to think well what if this new thing fits better? BECAUSE what if?? it doesn’t????

  • WHEN: IN YOUR ROOM WITH THE VOLUME ALL THE WAY UP IN YOUR UNDERWEAR WHILE YOU IGNORE THE DESPERATE PLEAS OF YOUR NEIGHBORS TO PLEASE TURN IT DOWN

  • WHY: because FUCK YOU, THAT’S WHY

  • WHEN: you’re getting ready for a blind date OR flicking through your messages on OKC OR tindering OR sitting at a café kind of idly hoping the cutie with the black coffee comes and talks to you OR idk, however else you kids try to find love in this crazy world.
     
  • WHY: LOOK, sometimes things just, sometimes they don’t. sometimes they just. don’t. and this song is like, “yeah girl, you look GREAT in that lipstick, yeah buddy you are kILLIN’ those dark-wash jeans and that button-up shirt, but JUST SO YOU KNOW sometimes you’re doing all those things and your date looks at you with STARS IN THEIR EYES but like, just so you’re prepared, IT’S OKAY TO FAIL SOMETIMES, because sometimes failure isn’t failure per se, it’s just … it’s like that time when you were little and you kept losing at scrabble and your dad was like, ‘the point of losing at scrabble now is that you’ll never ever ever forget how to spell ‘infinitesimal’ later,’ so get out the metaphorical romantic scrabble board and get ready to have your ass kicked. for love.“

  • WHEN: your morning commute.
  • WHY: go on, listen to this song and try not to like, see yourself as Mandy Moore in that music video about driving a VW bug and wearing various cute outfits in a diner. try not to see yourself as that scene in stupid crazy love where emma stone and ryan gosling try to do The Lift from dirty dancing. TRY NOT TO SEE YOURSELF AS BABY IN DIRTY DANCING. look, rom coms might TECHNICALLY just be dark magic used by hollywood to make us all kind of hate ourselves and our love lives but that DOESN’T MEAN that there aren’t moments in life that live up to them, okay, so just close your eyes and be like I’M IGNORING THE SAD PARTS OF THESE LYRICS AND ANY SECOND NOW, RYAN GOSLING IS GOING TO GENTLY REAR-END ME AND WHEN I GET OUT OF THE CAR HE’S GOING TO SAY, “HEY GIRL. SORRY ABOUT YOUR CAR. HOW CAN I MAKE IT UP TO YOU?”

  • WHEN: it has to be raining. listen to this song in the rain. listen to this song at noon on a saturday when you’re just like, not in the mood to do anything or talk to anyone and you just want to wrap yourself up in that faux-leopard throw blanket you have and listen to your saddest music all the way up and drink coffee and write and write and write and think about the things that hurt you and the things that didn’t, and how some of the things that didn’t hurt you then hurt you now, when you think about them, when you think about how precious they were, little baby birds you were holding in your hands.
  • WHY: it’s okay to be sad about things that made you happy. it’s okay to be sad about things that didn’t. it’s okay to be sad. it’s okay to be sad. it’s okay to be sad.

  • WHEN: while you’re making dinner and you’ve had a terrible day, or you had a great day and then you got in a fight with your mom on the drive home, or your day was kind of whatever but it was a whatever day on top of a whole deck of whatever days and you’re like: EVERYONE KEEPS TELLING ME THIS IS AS GOOD AS IT GETS BUT THIS IS NOT. AS GOOD. AS IT GETS.
  • WHY: the world is STUPID, the world is EBOLA and INJUSTICE and INTERNET TROLLS and DOUCHEBAGS IN HONDAS and sometimes the only thing you can do is get mad about it and refUSE to accept it. refuse!!!!! you are going to carve out your own little world and your own little happiness, you’re going to love something, you’re going to hold a little joy to the sunlight if you have to fucking steal it with your bare hands. you will crawl through air vents, you will dig with your fingernails, you will jump through glass but you’ll find something and guard it and grow it and keep it somewhere safe, safe.

  • WHEN: in the shower.
  • WHY: the shower is a metaphor. it is also not a metaphor. get clean. try again. try again. try again.
8

Rachel, you know I told you I loved you from the second I met you. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met and you’re not just beautiful, you’re sweet and caring and kind and brillant and tenacious..I called your father today and then I went to get Grammy’s ring cleaned.I don’t want to go 40 years wondering why I didn’t do it one day sooner.

So Embarrassing

Word count: 672
Summary: Bucky visits the family and things get embarrassing 


Bucky and you had been dating for about 2 weeks and you decided the perfect time to meet the family was at a barbecue, which your sister was having at her new home.

You were very close with your family and were glad that Bucky was finally getting to meet them.

“Hi, mum, hey y/s/n.” You called as you walked out the back to where the party was.
“Hey sis, now this must be the wonderful boyfriend ‘bucky’ that I’ve heard so much about.” Your sister said as she spotted you two walking in.

“Yes thats me, its nice to meet you ma’am.” Bucky said to your sister shaking her hand.

“Oooh, such a gentleman.” Your sister said looking at you with approval in her eyes.

“Come on over and meet the rest of our little family before all the other guests arrive.” Your sister said walking over to the small group.

“Y/N!!!” You heard your 4 year old brother scream as he ran over to you.
“Hey big man, hows it been?” You ask as you pick him up.
“Good.” He says shyly as he looks over to Bucky.

“Y/B/N this is Bucky, Bucky this is Y/B/N.” You introduced.
“Its nice to meet you.” Bucky told the little boy shyly as he wiggles out of your arms to go back to his mum.

“And this is my mum y/m/n and my step dad Alex.” You told Bucky as you walked over.
“Hello ma’am its nice to finally meet you and its nice to meet you too Alex, I’ve heard so much about you.” Bucky told them as you both sat down.

“Oh all good I hope, and we’ve heard great things about you too Bucky.” Your mum told Bucky.

He looked back to you smiling and holding your hand.

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Conversation was going well and you were glad that everyone was getting along, when all of a sudden Alex just has to say something that turns the evening into all manner of embarrassing.

“I see you ride a bike there Bucky.” Alex told your boyfriend.
“Yes sir, a Yamaha SR400.” Bucky told him, keeping the conversation.
“Huh, I remember when y/n was younger and would pretend to ride her uncles bike that was just like that one.” He said starting to laugh.

“Alex, don’t.” y/n warned him through gritted teeth.

“Oh yeah those were great and I’m pretty sure we’ve got pictures too.” You sister butted in.

“No please don’t.” You told your family.
“Oh yes we do.” You mum said.
“Let me get them up on my phone.”

“Mum no” you said starting to get embarrassed.

“See look at her.” Your mum said passing the phone over to Bucky as everyone crowded around to see.
“Wearing her uncles shirt with grease all over it too.” She said laughing.

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The embarrassing stories didn’t stop there and they just continued and continued.
‘The time y/n wore glasses with cats on them for 2 months straight, even while she slept.’

‘Or when she tried to ride the dog we had when she was 10.’
‘Or the time that she kissed every girl on the cheek when she was 7 that she thought was pretty.’

The stories didn’t get any better and when you got home you had enough embarrassing stories to last you 40 lifetimes.

“Oh my God that was so embarrassing.” You said as you walked into Bucky’s apartment.

“Doll it wasn’t that bad they were adorable I promise.” Bucky said trying to reassure you.

You let out a big sigh as you rested your head on Bucky’s chest.

“But hey at least they like you.” You said to Bucky giving him a big smile and kissing him.

“Yeah, but everyone likes me.” He said acting dramatic.

“Loser.” You tell him as he hit him in the head a bit.

He kisses you on the lips holding your hips and you too go to sleep and try to forget the embarrassment.

1. What a beautiful day for a run!
2. This sucks.
3. Well, five miles is only two and half miles each way, which is basically two miles each way, so I’m really only running four miles. That’s not too far.
4. It’s starting to feel far.
5. How long have I been running? A year?
6. SIX MINUTES?!
7. I can barely remember what my life was like before I started this run.
8. OK, concentrate. There are still four-plus miles to go.
9. But who counts the first and last mile? This is pretty much an easy three miler.
10. Oh, shit! A fellow jogger!
11. Should I wave?
12. I’m totally gonna wave.
13. OOOK, they didn’t wave back. Never doing that again.
14. Just keep running, no one saw. Except that old guy who may or may not be averting his eyes.
15. Man, I think I’m hitting that “second wind” thing my gym coach was talking about.
16. Wait, never mind. I’ve been running down a decline.
17. If I leap to avoid dog shit, does that make me a CrossFit athlete?
18. What the heck is CrossFit anyway?
19. Mental reminder: Google CrossFit when I get home.
20. If I ever get home.
21. If I had a heart attack right now, I wonder who would find my body.
22. OMG, I hope I never find a dead body. Joggers always find dead bodies.
23. Bodies. Body. Bod-ay. Runnin’ all day, no one can catch … may.
24. OK, I must be halfway done by now.
25. What?! Only two miles in?
26. Alright, stay focused. What am I going to eat when I get home?
27. I’m running five miles so I should probably eat five slices of pizza.
28. Or I could buy one pizza and ask them to cut it into five slices.
29. I should probably get a side salad too.
30. …
31. Fuck the salad actually.
32. Man, what are these people doing in front of me? Walking?!
33. Is this a contest to see who’s the worst at walking? Because you are both champions in my heart.
34. Maybe if I pound my feet on the ground they’ll hear me coming and let me pass.
35. Oh, God. They didn’t turn around and now I’m right behind them. They’re going to think they’re getting mugged by the world’s sweatiest criminal.
36. You know what? Now seems like a good time to run in the street.
37. * Jumps off curb * Parkour!
38. Hi hi hi please don’t hit me with your car.
39. Pedestrian pedestrianizing over here, let me cross.
40. Thank you, Mr. Blue Honda. I’m trying to smile at you but it probably looks like I’m having a stroke.
41. Actually, I wonder what I look like right now.
42. * Checks out reflection in shop window * Yeesh.
43. Is that what I look like when I run? What am I, a newborn deer with a drinking problem?
44. Whatever, I must be almost done by now.
45. Heck yes. Three miles down, two to go. It’s all downhill from here.
46. Except for that very real uphill in front of me. God damnit.
47. Wait, is that… Is that…
48. A DOG!
49. Hi dog! You are so cute. You are now my mascot. I will finish this run for you, pup.
50. And — hello — what do we have here? Your human is pretty cute too.
51. Hope you like drunk fawns, Cute Human.
52. Watch my bambi ass prance up this hill.
53. Holy shit, prancing is exhausting. I am exhausted.
54. Honestly, I don’t even like running.
55. Why do I even run?
56. Why does anyone even run?
57. Why are we even alive?
58. OK, let’s not go down that road.
59. Focus. Focus on that sweet, delicious ‘za waiting at the finish line, calling your name with its cheesy breath.
60. Wait, less than one mile to go? I am KILLING this run.
61. I AM THE SWIFTEST GOD OF ALL TWO-LEGGED CREATURES.
62. YES, including ostriches.
63. Honestly, I should sign up for a marathon.
64. What is it, like 30 miles?
65. That’s just 15 miles each way, which is practically 10, and 10 is twice five, and I can run five miles EASY.
66. That’s it, I’m doing it. Thirty miles.
67. Thirty-mile marathon…30-mile marathon…30 Rock marathon.
68. On second thought, I’ll probably just binge-watch every episode of 30 Rock. That takes a lot of dedication and I will be winded from laughing so hard.
69. But I could probably do a marathon IF I wanted.
70. OK, almost home. Should I shower first and order pizza or order pizza and shower before it shows up?
71. Yep, definitely ordering first. I earned that shit.
72. Oh, no. Oh god no. Another runner. Should I wave?
73. No, be strong! Do not get burned again.
74. OMG, SHE waved first! Hello! Yes! We are both runners! Look at us run!
75. I guess running’s not so bad.

I waited and waited and waited for God.
At last he looked; finally he listened.
He lifted me out of the ditch,
pulled me from deep mud.
He stood me up on a solid rock
to make sure I wouldn’t slip.
He taught me how to sing the latest God-song,
a praise-song to our God.
More and more people are seeing this:
they enter the mystery,
abandoning themselves to God.

Blessed are you who give yourselves over to God,turn your backs on the world’s “sure thing,”
ignore what the world worships;
The world’s a huge stockpile
of God-wonders and God-thoughts.
Nothing and no one
comes close to you!
I start talking about you, telling what I know,
and quickly run out of words.
Neither numbers nor words
account for you.

Doing something for you, bringing something to you —
that’s not what you’re after.
Being religious, acting pious —
that’s not what you’re asking for.
You’ve opened my ears
so I can listen.

So I answered, “I’m coming.
I read in your letter what you wrote about me,
And I’m coming to the party
you’re throwing for me.”
That’s when God’s Word entered my life,
became part of my very being.

I’ve preached you to the whole congregation,
I’ve kept back nothing, God — you know that.
I didn’t keep the news of your ways
a secret, didn’t keep it to myself.
I told it all, how dependable you are, how thorough.
I didn’t hold back pieces of love and truth
For myself alone. I told it all,
let the congregation know the whole story.

Now God, don’t hold out on me,
don’t hold back your passion.
Your love and truth
are all that keeps me together.
When troubles ganged up on me,
a mob of sins past counting,
I was so swamped by guilt
I couldn’t see my way clear.
More guilt in my heart than hair on my head,
so heavy the guilt that my heart gave out.

Soften up, God, and intervene;
hurry and get me some help,
So those who are trying to kidnap my soul
will be embarrassed and lose face,
So anyone who gets a kick out of making me miserable
will be heckled and disgraced,
So those who pray for my ruin
will be booed and jeered without mercy.

But all who are hunting for you —
oh, let them sing and be happy.
Let those who know what you’re all about
tell the world you’re great and not quitting.
And me? I’m a mess. I’m nothing and have nothing:
make something of me.
You can do it; you’ve got what it takes —
but God, don’t put it off.

Psalm 40:1-17 msg

75 Thoughts Every Runner Has While Out For A Run
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1. What a beautiful day for a run!
2. This sucks.
3. Well, five miles is only two and half miles each way, which is basically two miles each way, so I’m really only running four miles. That’s not too far.
4. It’s starting to feel far.
5. How long have I been running? A year?
6. SIX MINUTES?! 
7. I can barely remember what my life was like before I started this run.
8. OK, concentrate. There are still four-plus miles to go. 
9. But who counts the first and last mile? This is pretty much an easy three miler. 
10. Oh, shit! A fellow jogger!
11. Should I wave?
12. I’m totally gonna wave.
13. OOOK, they didn’t wave back. Never doing that again.
14. Just keep running, no one saw. Except that old guy who may or may not be averting his eyes.
15. Man, I think I’m hitting that “second wind” thing my gym coach was talking about.
16. Wait, never mind. I’ve been running down a decline. 
17. If I leap to avoid dog shit, does that make me a CrossFit athlete?
18. What the heck is CrossFit anyway?
19. Mental reminder: Google CrossFit when I get home.
20. If I ever get home.
21. If I had a heart attack right now, I wonder who would find my body.
22. OMG, I hope I never find a dead body. Joggers always find dead bodies.
23. Bodies. Body. Bod-ay. Runnin’ all day, no one can catch … may.
24. OK, I must be halfway done by now.
25. What?! Only two miles in?
26. Alright, stay focused. What am I going to eat when I get home?
27. I’m running five miles so I should probably eat five slices of pizza.
28. Or I could buy one pizza and ask them to cut it into five slices.
29. I should probably get a side salad too. 
30. …
31. Fuck the salad actually.
32. Man, what are these people doing in front of me? Walking?!
33. Is this a contest to see who’s the worst at walking? Because you are both champions in my heart.
34. Maybe if I pound my feet on the ground they’ll hear me coming and let me pass.
35. Oh, God. They didn’t turn around and now I’m right behind them. They’re going to think they’re getting mugged by the world’s sweatiest criminal.
36. You know what? Now seems like a good time to run in the street.
37. * Jumps off curb * Parkour!
38. Hi hi hi please don’t hit me with your car. 
39. Pedestrian pedestrianizing over here, let me cross. 
40. Thank you, Mr. Blue Honda. I’m trying to smile at you but it probably looks like I’m having a stroke. 
41. Actually, I wonder what I look like right now. 
42. * Checks out reflection in shop window * Yeesh.
43. Is that what I look like when I run? What am I, a newborn deer with a drinking problem?
44. Whatever, I must be almost done by now. 
45. Heck yes. Three miles down, two to go. It’s all downhill from here. 
46. Except for that very real uphill in front of me. God damnit.
47. Wait, is that… Is that…
48. A DOG! 
49. Hi dog! You are so cute. You are now my mascot. I will finish this run for you, pup.
50. And — hello — what do we have here? Your human is pretty cute too.
51. Hope you like drunk fawns, Cute Human.
52. Watch my bambi ass prance up this hill.
53. Holy shit, prancing is exhausting. I am exhausted. 
54. Honestly, I don’t even like running.
55. Why do I even run?
56. Why does anyone even run?
57. Why are we even alive?
58. OK, let’s not go down that road.
59. Focus. Focus on that sweet, delicious ‘za waiting at the finish line, calling your name with its cheesy breath.
60. Wait, less than one mile to go? I am KILLING this run. 
61. I AM THE SWIFTEST GOD OF ALL TWO-LEGGED CREATURES.
62. YES, including ostriches.
63. Honestly, I should sign up for a marathon.
64. What is it, like 30 miles?
65. That’s just 15 miles each way, which is practically 10, and 10 is twice five, and I can run five miles EASY.
66. That’s it, I’m doing it. Thirty miles.
67. Thirty-mile marathon…30-mile marathon…30 Rock marathon.
68. On second thought, I’ll probably just binge-watch every episode of 30 Rock. That takes a lot of dedication and I will be winded from laughing so hard.
69. But I could probably do a marathon IF I wanted. 
70. OK, almost home. Should I shower first and order pizza or order pizza and shower before it shows up?
71. Yep, definitely ordering first. I earned that shit.
72. Oh, no. Oh god no. Another runner. Should I wave?
73. No, be strong! Do not get burned again. 
74. OMG, SHE waved first! Hello! Yes! We are both runners! Look at us run!
75. I guess running’s not so bad.

She's Oh So Delicate

Characters: Dean x Reader
Author: dis-as-ter-o-lo-gy
Warnings: None.

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Dean is scared to hold his premature daughter for the first time.

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Dean’s POV:

I carefully balance the two plates of pasta on my left arm while grabbing a beer from the fridge for myself with my right and head to the bedroom, where my wife is lying, her very pregnant belly causing a smile to flit across my lips. I gently hand her the plate and snuggle into bed next to her. Ever since we found out about her pregnancy, I had been on edge and worried. There was already a huge target on her back, and when she had told me she was carrying a child, my heart had just about exploded. Not just because of the surprise of learning that I was going to be a father, but also because now, there was a little Winchester on the way, and I’m pretty sure plenty of monsters would love to get their hands on him/her and my beautiful wife. I don’t think I could live with myself if I let that happen. Luckily, things involving hunting have calmed lately and my nerves have gone from a full on bonfire to a candle flame.

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75 Thoughts Every Runner Has While Out for a Run

by Erin Chack

1. What a beautiful day for a run!
2. This sucks.
3. Well, five miles is only two and half miles each way, which is basically two miles each way, so I’m really only running four miles. That’s not too far.
4. It’s starting to feel far.
5. How long have I been running? A year?
6. SIX MINUTES?!
7. I can barely remember what my life was like before I started this run.
8. OK, concentrate. There are still four-plus miles to go.
9. But who counts the first and last mile? This is pretty much an easy three miler.
10. Oh, shit! A fellow jogger!
11. Should I wave?
12. I’m totally gonna wave.
13. OOOK, they didn’t wave back. Never doing that again.
14. Just keep running, no one saw. Except that old guy who may or may not be averting his eyes.
15. Man, I think I’m hitting that “second wind” thing my gym coach was talking about.
16. Wait, never mind. I’ve been running down a decline.
17. If I leap to avoid dog shit, does that make me a CrossFit athlete?
18. What the heck is CrossFit anyway?
19. Mental reminder: Google CrossFit when I get home.
20. If I ever get home.
21. If I had a heart attack right now, I wonder who would find my body.
22. OMG, I hope I never find a dead body. Joggers always find dead bodies.
23. Bodies. Body. Bod-ay. Runnin’ all day, no one can catch … may.
24. OK, I must be halfway done by now.
25. What?! Only two miles in?
26. Alright, stay focused. What am I going to eat when I get home?
27. I’m running five miles so I should probably eat five slices of pizza.
28. Or I could buy one pizza and ask them to cut it into five slices.
29. I should probably get a side salad too.
30. …
31. Fuck the salad actually.
32. Man, what are these people doing in front of me? Walking?!
33. Is this a contest to see who’s the worst at walking? Because you are both champions in my heart.
34. Maybe if I pound my feet on the ground they’ll hear me coming and let me pass.
35. Oh, God. They didn’t turn around and now I’m right behind them. They’re going to think they’re getting mugged by the world’s sweatiest criminal.
36. You know what? Now seems like a good time to run in the street.
37. * Jumps off curb * Parkour!
38. Hi hi hi please don’t hit me with your car.
39. Pedestrian pedestrianizing over here, let me cross.
40. Thank you, Mr. Blue Honda. I’m trying to smile at you but it probably looks like I’m having a stroke.
41. Actually, I wonder what I look like right now.
42. * Checks out reflection in shop window * Yeesh.
43. Is that what I look like when I run? What am I, a newborn deer with a drinking problem?
44. Whatever, I must be almost done by now.
45. Heck yes. Three miles down, two to go. It’s all downhill from here.
46. Except for that very real uphill in front of me. God damnit.
47. Wait, is that… Is that…
48. A DOG!
49. Hi dog! You are so cute. You are now my mascot. I will finish this run for you, pup.
50. And — hello — what do we have here? Your human is pretty cute too.
51. Hope you like drunk fawns, Cute Human.
52. Watch my bambi ass prance up this hill.
53. Holy shit, prancing is exhausting. I am exhausted.
54. Honestly, I don’t even like running.
55. Why do I even run?
56. Why does anyone even run?
57. Why are we even alive?
58. OK, let’s not go down that road.
59. Focus. Focus on that sweet, delicious ‘za waiting at the finish line, calling your name with its cheesy breath.
60. Wait, less than one mile to go? I am KILLING this run.
61. I AM THE SWIFTEST GOD OF ALL TWO-LEGGED CREATURES.
62. YES, including ostriches.
63. Honestly, I should sign up for a marathon.
64. What is it, like 30 miles?
65. That’s just 15 miles each way, which is practically 10, and 10 is twice five, and I can run five miles EASY.
66. That’s it, I’m doing it. Thirty miles.
67. Thirty-mile marathon…30-mile marathon…30 Rock marathon.
68. On second thought, I’ll probably just binge-watch every episode of 30 Rock. That takes a lot of dedication and I will be winded from laughing so hard.
69. But I could probably do a marathon IF I wanted.
70. OK, almost home. Should I shower first and order pizza or order pizza and shower before it shows up?
71. Yep, definitely ordering first. I earned that shit.
72. Oh, no. Oh god no. Another runner. Should I wave?
73. No, be strong! Do not get burned again.
74. OMG, SHE waved first! Hello! Yes! We are both runners! Look at us run!
75. I guess running’s not so bad.

anonymous asked:

Bit of a bittersweet idea this, but what do you reckon it was like the first time the batkids beat Bruce at something? The first time Dick beat his time over 100m, or when Tim solved a case Bruce never could. Or the first time Cass completely pinned him in sparring.

Ok, I am sorry this is late (I was driving most of yesterday to go to a concert) but I also wanted to take my sweet time with this answer because I think about this ALL THE TIME. How do you guys pick up on my weak spots? So yeah aside from all the crap of the New 52, I’m so very salty about them making Bruce such a baby faced batman. Because that’s one of the greatest things about Batman, he is human, everyone knew from the start he was going to age and die, but he wanted a difference in his city and START a change and it’s a legacy that never ends. Gosh think of all the magical storylines DC misses out on by keeping Bruce frozen at peak physical health.

Imagine Bruce maybe frowning a bit when 10 year Dick is doing these crazy acrobatics that Bruce can’t quite twist himself into. Fast forward about 6 or 7 years and Bruce feels some low aches in his back when bending down to Jason’s level to console him. Then Bruce with a bit more grey in his temples bitterly acknowledging to himself that he’s lagging behind Tim, Steph and Cass on sprints. Or Dami hovering worriedly over his early 40’s dad who finds himself out of breath if he pushes himself too hard.

The League notices over the years that Bruce’s reflexes are getting a bit slower, it takes him longer to recover, and it scares them. Not just because Batman is essential in keeping the League together and organized, but because the godlike men and women are realizing that just because the Batman walks among giants it does not make him one. Wondy and Supes know mortal men die but this is Batman and they let themselves get attached and oh my god, look at those frown lines around his mouth and the grey at his temples. I bet they become super naggy on his health, I bet people even offer up ways for Bruce to become immortal but he turns them all down. Someone needs to be there to remind the superpowered community that humans are strong and capable of great feats but also fragile and ultimately impermanent.

Everyone, from villains to civilians, starts to notice that Batman’s getting a bit long in the tooth. And pretty soon everyone is talking about who is going to replace Batman. Most everyone is betting on Nightwing or Red Robin but some are calling for a more aggressive approach with Red Hood or a nuanced fighter with Black Bat. Some people come out of nowhere in their handmade Batman costume and say that they can take the mantle. The GCPD starts sweating because Gotham would got to hell without Batman and they start integrating Batman like training into their regimes. Villains are torn between delight that their prey is seemingly weaker and easier to take. But I’m sure in this older world, a few villains would have dropped off the map by now due to their own biological clocks. A few might get nostalgic, reminiscing on fights past and would they really like the man dead? Most probably want to ice the Bat before he goes and happily retires leaving their purposes in life for naught.

Bruce himself is ignoring the hubbub, pretending his hardest that time isn’t affecting him, but he knows every night when he crawls into bed and every part of him is aching that he’s not going to be able to do this for too much longer. And it hurts in a way a bullet or a knife can’t, it hurts watching his kids effortlessly jumping fences or climb ropes with just their arms. He becomes snippy with them, unconcsiously directly his annoyance and lowkey jealousy at them causing tensions to develop. Babs will be the biggest help getting through this. She understands better than anyone what it means to go from the top of your game to being physically less than your peers. He and Barbara will sit and talk around the subject, hinting at it, but getting to a point where Bruce feels more comfortable.

He’s worked hard his whole life, he earned his scars and tempered his body and made himself into something worthy. Just because he’s getting older doesn’t mean his life is over, even once he has to hang up the cape and cowl for good, Barbara has proven that it doesn’t mean the end of helping people. From that point, he would slowly wean himself from active duty, go on less patrols and dangerous missions. He’d give the kids more of the workload, focusing more on having them work as a team so they can function together when he’s not there anymore. He’ll become more involved as Bruce Wayne for the first time in years, letting more of his actual personality out as he begins to fix the areas of Gotham that Batman can’t touch. More outreach programs, more money to charities, more attempts to root out the inherent evil and corruption in Gotham’s foundations and to leave the city in a better place than he found it.

In my perfect world, when Bruce gives up Batman once and for all, it is a celebration. Everyone rejoices at the impact one man made to all the multiverses. He proved that one man, given time and dedication, could shape the world. He’s still incredibly active as support: he patches injuries, handles communications, analyzes data, runs missions from the Watchtower and the League sighs with relief because their friend isn’t gone just yet. I’d love to see the Bat kids become their own force. There is no real Batman anymore, but instead you have half a dozen ridiculously well trained disciples and soon villains are plotting against the Red Robin and Batgirl right in Batman’s place. And they in turn take in their own students and the cycle continues.

Bruce, his hair more grey than black with noticeable wrinkles, will continue to be the patriarch of the Bat family giving help and advice on mission from the cave. He’ll lend aid when training new recruits and be the doting grandfather to any biological/adopted kids his children have. He’ll fight crime at city hall, working closely with Gordon to save the city the way it should be. I’d like to think the two would become close friends and exchange tongue and cheek Bat jokes just because. Everything comes to a close, including the tales of heroes. One day Bruce Wayne will be buried and he will be mourned by so many people but his legacy will not die. It will live on in the children he took in and gave hope, in the organizations he founded to protect the Earth, in the city he dedicated his life to drag out of hell. The story of Batman will last longer than most heroes, his story being told and retold, distorted and exaggerated until he stops being a man and becomes a mythic figure of justice who appears to thus who need it most.

Because somewhere, out there in the distant future, there will be a young person in a cruel and bitter society who decides that they’ve had enough and want to make things better. And they’ll listen to those stories of old and tell themselves that they too can change the world. They paint a bat onto their new costume and dive into a circle that never stops, just continues on in a slightly different way.

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ARGENTINA 13-11-14

1 month. Today…one month ago I was seen them with MY EYES. Those gifs are made WITH MY OWN VIDEOS. I mean…LOOK AT THAT!! I WAS SO FUCKING CLOSE, THERE’S NO ZOOM (I’m freaking out in this moment).
I’m so happy. I feel like i will never get over that day…that will be the best day of my entire life.
I can’t explain how much I love them, they’re my life, my happiness, they help me every second with their songs, with their videos…
I emember when I read “CONFIRMED. TOKIO HOTEL AT THE 40 PRINCIPALES AWARDS” 7 years waiting for them, and then BOOOOM.
I travel a lot to see them in Buenos Aires, I didn’t sleep, I didnt eat, but OH GOD LET ME GO BACK THERE AGAIN, PLEASEEE.


My skin was red fot the sun, I was so tired. about to cry, but then the host came out and said “What if we go now to Magdeburg… I thing that they don’t need presentation….TOKIO HOTEL” AND MY HEART, MY TEARS…THEN  I SAW THEM, walking on the stage…
Bill…the love of my life, I remember when I see him that day, he’s an angel, that smile… those eyes, his voice, evereything about him makes me crazy.
Tom and Georg, I was far away from Georg but I saw him… like he was moving his hair, HE IS PERFECTION.
Tom smiled at me, and I was crying so hard, he was so close oh, god, I’m criying again
Gustav looked at me too AND HE SMILED, I saw his face, he was so happy and I was screaming his name with my soul…
Thank You Tokio Hotel…I love you with everithing I’m… there’s no words to describe what do you mean to me…

THANK YOU. THANK YOU SO MUCH.

13.11.14 FOREVER ON MY SKIN.

I don’t even know what I’m writing, just… I’m happy…