let's go and have the world

Y’all are so ungrateful this era smh

Let’s break it down for y’all since no one can comprehend anything


The Reason why Taylor has limited tour dates right now:

1. Because it’s a STADIUM tour she’s put out. That means that states/countries with the biggest stadiums that will sell out get a tour date.

2. If she released all of the world wide dates at once and had them go on sale at once, the site would crash and no one would get tickets.

3. She’s having an arena tour after this so the places that don’t have stadiums will still get a date. They just haven’t been released so CHILL THE FUCK OUT.


The reason why her Merch is so expensive:

1. Taylor has no control over how much the Merch is. So stop saying she should say something about because she can’t.

2. We all know Scott is money hungry and big artists under big machine already have expensive merchandise. I’ve been to plenty of country concerts under BMR where a simple shirt was $65. That’s how the music industry.

3. Going off of what I said, Taylor has the best merchandise so it’s going to be even more expensive.

4. Wait until the tour starts to buy Merch in person or online because the prices will go down after she sells out stadiums.

Y’all really out here saying that Taylor doesn’t care about us because y’all are so impatient with tour dates ??????? LOL then sorry you don’t deserve to meet her if you’re gonna bitch like that. She’s trying her damn hardest to meet all her fans and go everywhere and not everything is in her control. Everything y’all are complaining about is in the labels control.


Also, stop bitching that fans are meeting Taylor more than once. Is it fucked up that TN picked 1989 secret sessioners or loft 1989 people? Yeah it is fucked up but oh well and they deserve to meet Taylor as many times as possible. If you were in their shoes then you would wanna meet Taylor over and over.


Taylor has met close to or maybe more than 1,000 fans and this era only started like 3 months ago. THINK ABOUT THAT.


Taylor has given us SO much.

Her time.

Her secrets.

Herself.

And y’all stab her in the back for it? LOL gtfo.

just think. those men were probably out living life and probably not thinking at all about making an impact on their own time or anyhing fancy like that, let alone even imagining that one day, because someone wrote something down somewhere, they’re going to mean the world to another person in another time who’s been looking all over for just the shadow of evidence for a history that they can see their reflections in. some of these characters that I read about carry such personal significance to me. people like me existed in another time. we have a history. we really were tangibly here. it’s so easy to forget, to think lgbt people were invented in like 1950 and everyone lived under the stairs in horrible, frightening secrecy until then. but that’s not the case, at all.

I feel…really good.

anonymous asked:

No see I have to introduce a serious topic such as sexual abuse to a literal child by, instead of using examples of real people, telling them that their headcanons of a fantasy cartoon are equivalent to raping someone

Let’s be real for a second. No one on this site can honestly fucking tell me you could go to a law enforcer and tell them “arrest this person, their fictional ship/headcanon is abusive/rape/pedophilia/incest”. They’d laugh at you and tell you to grow up. Because, surprise, people in the real world who aren’t children and have a functional and healthy brain know that fiction does not equal or affect reality in the way people pretend it does.

Fiction is for self indulgent purposes. I like certain dynamics of this piece of fiction so I invest myself into it. This does not mean that I suddenly think I’m a fucking wizard or wanna fuck a half robot man who’s twice my age. Fiction affects people in the way of causing feelings, emotions, and getting reactions whether good or bad. People are gonna interpret it in different ways and that’s okay because that’s the purpose.

Though fiction may create emotions and reactions, it doesn’t mean fictional characters are real people and should never be treated as such. Just stop treating real life people like shit to “defend” a fictional character. Fictional characters will always be just that, fictional (aka: not real).

No argument is ever going to justify harassing, abusing, or threatening someone
; especially not over something like fictional controversy. I cannot express how deeply I feel for those who experience this extreme harassment and much more in toxic fandoms. Whether you are a minor or adult you do not deserve this. Please be safe and protect yourself.

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Sara Lance taking over typical heterosexual endings (1x08/2x12)

Some of the most iconic quotes from Ragnarok

You’re lucky i have really good memory.

-”Now you might be wondering, why i, Thor the god of thunder ended up here” 

-”Hold on, let me just circle back around- i thought we were really connecting just then” 

-”BEHOLD- my stuff”

-”I named this one Des and this one Troy. Together they are destroy” 

-*upon seeing Loki’s statue* “what the-” 

-”Hello Father.” “Oh shit”

-”I present Thor, prince of-” “No no no, you had one job.” 

-”I swear i left him right here” “Right here on the sidewalk or in that nursing home that’s being demolished?

-”I don’t know, i’m not a witch” “No? Why do you dress like one then?” 

-”I can’t believe you’re alive, i saw you die, i mourned for you!” “Im honored?” 

-”I HAVE BEEN FALLING FOR THIRTY MINUTES” 

-”you think you’re some kind of sorcerer? Don’t you think for a second you second rate-” 

-”Kneel” “I beg your pardon?” 

-”she’s the, It starts with a b” “trash” 

-”I don’t see thunder, but i do see sparkles!” 

-”Oh do you know each other?” “I’ve never met this man in my life” 

-”He’s my brother!” “Adopted.” 

-”aw now he’s threatening me” 

-”DIRECT ME TO WHO’S ASS I HAVE TO KICK” 

-*being dragged away* “AGH LOKI”

-”It sounds like you had a very intimate relationship with your hammer, so much that losing it was comparable to losing a loved one” “that’s a nice way of putting it” 

-”YES! WE KNOW EACH OTHER, HE’S A FRIEND FROM WORK!” 

-”Oh and Loki, Loki’s alive! Loki, look who it is!” “I have to get off this planet” 

-”YES, THAT’S HOW IT FEELS!” “Sorry i’m just a fan of the sport” 

-”What’s the team called?” “the uh.. revengers” 

-”i want revenge, you want revenge, and you uh..” “I’m.. undecided” 

-”Surprise!” “OW!” 

-”MBLERG ITS ME” 

-”THE SUNS GETTING LOW THE SUNS GETTING LOW” “Would you stop that?!” -”You’ve been on other planets before!” “yeah! one!” “Well, now it’s two”

-”wait you’re just using me to get to the hulk. That’s gross” 

-”Just give me twelve hours” “i can do it in 2″ “…I can do it in one” 

-”Were going through there” “the devils anus?” 

-”We might as well be strangers now, two sons of the crown set adrift” “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it” “…Heres the thing” 

-”Loki, i thought the world of you, but lets face it, our paths diverged a long time ago”

-*holding back tears* “yeah, maybe it’s for the best if we never see each other again”  

-”Hey, lets do get help” “what?” “Get help” “No, that’s humiliating” 

-”Do you have any other ideas?” “No” “were doing it.” 

-”Help my brother’s dying, get help!” *Flings loki at enemies* “HELP HIM” 

-”It’s a luxury ship, like for orgies and stuff” “did she just say this ship was used for orgies” “yeah, don’t touch anything” 

-”I CAN’T FLY THIS THING” “USE ONE OF YOUR PHD’S YOU HAVE PLENTY” “YEAH BUT NONE OF THEM ARE FOR FLYING ALIEN SPACE SHIPS!” 

-”This looks like a gun” *fireworks and loud music erupt from spaceship* 

-”In return, i wish to be granted safe passage through the anus” 

-”You know i don’t like that word” “What? mainframe?” “What? why would you think-? Slaves!” “Oh sorry sir, prisoners with jobs” 

-”YOUR SAVIOR HAS ARRIVED!” 

-”But man, you’re really the worst” 

-”Who are you? Thor, god of hammers?” 

-”I saw you coming” “Of course you did” 

-”You’re late” 

-”Hit her with your thunder!” “I just hit her with the biggest thunder bolt in the history of thunder and it didn’t do anything!” 

-”HULK NO! CAN YOU FOR ONCE JUST NOT SMASH!” “BUT BIG MONSTER!’

-”Asgard is not a place, it’s a people” 

-”Oh Miek’s dead, i stomped on him and felt bad so i’ve kind of just been holding him all day”  

-”It suits you” “I might hug you if you were here” “I’m here” 

-”Do you think it’s a good idea to go back to earth?” “Of course, the people there love me!” “…Do you think its a good idea to bring ME back to earth?” 


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she had the world // panic! at the disco

Let’s promise each other something: because darling, oh darling. I know you want to press pause on the movie that is your life, because I do, I do. And I know you sometimes get so tired of carrying the weight of the world on those slim shoulders. I know you look into the mirror and see plain features and feel roaring waves of inadequacy, I know, I know.

I know you’ve got a little voice whispering inside of you you’ll never be good enough. I know you try to protect yourself, to shield yourself to not care because you fear the heartbreak that comes with caring to much but doing this makes you put yourself on the sidelines, makes people stop inviting you and I know, God, I know how much this hurts.

So let’s promise each other something: whenever this happens, this little voice trying so hard to protect us and only winding up hurting us: let’s promise each other to cry a little, to cry a lot. To take a shower, to listen to music and really, truly listen, think about nothing else. To write about wanting to give up but to keep on going, to eat something healthy too, even if we eat up a whole pack of potato chips or chocolate cookies, to grant ourselves this small reprieve instead of hating ourselves afterwards for the way we can pinch our belly between skinny fingers.

Listen to me, please, let’s promise each other to take a walk, to walk past a bridge or a body of water, to admire the darkness but remember the coldness and to keep on going. Remember that stranger that smiled, the one that helped you reach a high shelve, that picked up some change and gave it back, to remember the bus driver that waited on that busy intersection to let you get on, to remember all those little kindnesses from strangers you’ll never forget and to remember that we, too, have got so many little kindnesses to give and that there must be a stranger out there somewhere that remembers these plain features, these brown eyes and not so white teeth.

Let’s promise each other, that, please, please, but let’s also promise each other to sometimes let go and cry and to look after ourselves. Let’s remember that being kind and nice and good does not mean letting people walk over ourselves. And let’s define ourselves: if we like to be alone, sometimes, if we like to close the curtains against the world and drown in music and song, why be jealous of that one friend that is always talking to someone if the mere idea of holding more than three conversations is exhausting. If you love that girl everyone else seems to find annoying, hold steady to it, say “I like her and I like you and is there a problem?” because nothing will feel worse, and of this I am so absolutely certain, nothing will feel worse than betraying yourself.
Darling please, let’s promise each other, that on those lowest moments, on those darkest nights, when we feel like no one will love us ever, we’ll think of our achievements, even if they were something that feels so small and insignificant, like eating one cookie less or getting out of bed, if we were proud of them they matter and so do we. So do we.

And let’s promise each other we’ll think of our families, or about the friends we’ve had and that even though it always felt like we were the second choice, we were a choice, so they wanted us in their lives. Let’s think of the stranger we once helped, and think that maybe they remember us. Let’s think of the things that we love, and let’s think about the fact that the CO2 we expel from our lungs feed plants and bacteria and that we matter. That we have done some good in this world and that hopefully we’ll be able to do some more. That everything will be all right someday as long as we keep going.
Darling, let’s promise each other, that though we are strangers that may have never met, I’ll love you and you’ll love me, and we’ll think about each other sometimes, because we understand each other so perfectly, because I know that voice in your head as well as you know the ache in my bones and the tiredness of my eyelids, and we’ll keep on existing and breathing and loving and not giving up no matter how many times our heart breaks because we know they are not alone in breaking and so maybe, just maybe, they will not be alone in healing either because we will have each other to think of, to remember and to smile through the tears together.

the scene where neil finds out andrew chose him over aaron is like…So Good…it hits him that andrew really, truly does care for him….and that what is happening between them is actually a ‘this’ because at that point andrew would not be able to come back from losing neil, he is the one thing that got between his resolve to never want anything after cass because it nearly killed him, and andrew knew better but, “perhaps it’s the self-destructive streak in me?” 

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I’ve been re-discovering my favorite throwback tracks this week, and these lyrics from Fall Out Boy described my personal goals for 2017 pretty well. // It’s no secret that 2016 was a pretty shit year for…. obvious reasons. I think there’s a huge difference between resolutions and goals; a resolution is a decision to stop doing something or do something else more. While a goal is something you strive for, something you want to reach. I wish you a great 2017, and hope the new year allows you to set any goals you’ve been holding back.

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Persevere. Don’t let them see you cry. I know it’s tough, and you keep wondering to yourself “Why me?”. 

It’s going to be okay. 

You’re going to be okay. 

You have so much to give to the world. Don’t let anyone’s negativity derail you on your path to success. Keep moving forward. I’m proud of you. 

I’m always greatly amused by the snarky comments I get in my inbox pertaining to Crucifix Nail Nipples. 

The best are usually from people who feel the need to tell me, that in their vast experience, they’ve read worse, they’ve edited worse, and I was mean to have the manuscript pulled like I did. And if you’ll permit me a moment of saltiness here, after a cursory glance at some of the blogs: Charlotte, you’re 18, you’re not an editor. You’re a beta reader for you friend’s One Direction ABO fic, and while I am sure you are very good at it, have some perspective.

There’s a profound difference between the literary crimes of poor fanfiction being written for free by people either doing it for fun or practice, and someone about to land a 30k contract for a Professional Piece Of Writing With A Marketing Team Behind It.

Crucifix Nail Nipples was not written by a teenager. It was not a work of fanfic. And I was not being mean, I was doing my job. It was written by a then 30+ something woman who had been published before and was adamant, Adamant, that my problems with the manuscript were with my inability to see and comprehend her creative genius. I was a dullard, a person who fixed the grammar of better minds. I was reminded time and time again of the adage, those who can do Do, and those who can’t teach, or in my case critique. I was berated and verbally abused by this woman for weeks as I tried to suggest simple fixes for the most mundane of things (like the use of an em dash rather than parentheses) before I eventually snapped, and went up the email chain to find where the fuck she had come from and found out she’d been allowed in past our vetting team as a favor to her friend who worked with us. That, by company policy was not allowed, and there alone I would have been obligated to tell someone else higher up that hey, this manuscript isn’t meant to be here…

To this day I have no idea how it ended, because the amount of work needed to fix it meant I had to Fix It before I could even read through it once. I had to start editing it as a basic proof and line editor, just to get past the opening.  

When that piece of shit manuscript was dropped so innocently onto my desk, it was next to work that would later go on to become best sellers and win awards. That’s the league Crucifix Nail Nipples was being allowed into. With all its abuse and creepiness you all seem to rail against in fanfic and demand Better Standards of.

And perhaps if it had been dark!fic on fanfic.net I could have conceded to it having some merit in the form of exploration and artistic expression. But it wasn’t, it was a poorly written piece of horseshit being written by a Professional and was so bad in content it was completely outwith the basic standards of the publishing house (safe, sane, consensual—we had rules about writing in the use of condoms and lubrication for god’s sake) and the woman was a bonafide nightmare to deal with. So I snapped and did the only thing left to me. I gave up and told the boss.

People got fired because of Crucifix Nail Nipples. And I had to change my work email and my name was removed from the website employee page because the nutcase author started sending me death threats over it. 

So you’ll forgive me, for not giving a single fuck about the author’s feelings. But quite frankly I don’t care if you do or not. I ended a manuscript from being published over 5 years ago because it didn’t deserve to be published. That’s the truth of it. It didn’t deserve to be published, to receive royalties and god forbid a fucking sequel. And you can bitch and whine at me all you want about how you’ve read worse, well good for you, I’m not competing with anyone. I am not Here for the Suffering Olympics.

And I’m not meaning to be mean or put anyone down, it’s not in my nature to be unnecessarily cruel. I just want you to understand I didn’t intend for anything to blow up the way it did. Believe me, I feel undeserving of all the attention I’ve garnered over this too. 

All I did was share a (with hindsight) funny story about something that happened to me in an industry a lot of people think of as clandestine and sacred. And I’m sorry you have a problem with that, but not everything in this world has to adhere to you and your impression of reality. Life does in fact go on and happen to other people without your permission. Shocking I know. 

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I would have probably been too shy to draw and share this if a kind and cute soul never suggested it to me x//D

Good job, Anon, for making me draw this whole thing with my face red :D

I drew them as adults… though if you wanted them looking like teens well, send another ask :D 

I hope this sketch helps science greatly :’D

Memories

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 6k

Prompt:

He lays there, blanket pulled to his torso, eyes shut, he looks like the rest of them, and she feels her heart ache. She can’t help but notice how young he is, he can’t be any older than twenty-six, and here he lays with no one around him.

“Hi there,” Y/N whispers, bending down to height of his ear, “I’m your nurse Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N, and I’m here to take care of you. Make sure you stay healthy for when you wake up, make sure you don’t get any bed sores yeah? I’ll keep you company, keep you updated on what’s happening in the world, tell you some funny jokes, I’ll even let you in on the latest company gossip, but you gotta do me a favor,” she whispers, placing her hand on top of his. It’s a cold hand, rough, and she knows it’s supposed to feel that way, but it maker her heart ache even more. Y/N closes her eyes, taking in a shaky breath, “you have to pull through this and live, yeah? Because when you wake up, it’s going to be your turn to tell me all about yourself, yeah?”

She opens her eyes and sighs.“It’s late now, one a.m., but I’ll be back later to check in on you,” she gently brushes the hair out of his face and stands, “we’ve got a deal. You can’t fail me.”

or 

Y/N is Harry’s beautiful nurse who he can’t stop thinking about, to the point that he’s willing to give up his old memories and life to make a new one with her.


“Good morning!” Y/N sings.

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“Until the day we melt into one

I’ll never let go of you

Even if the moon changes color and everything vanishes like smoke in the wind

Until the day the sadness ends

I’ll never let you go

Even if the flowers rot away and eternity is nowhere to be found”

  [ DAY MOON- BY TVXQ ] 


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  These are the shorted lyric from the song, this is the only song that makes me cry, in my sadness and rough life, the only song that relax my mind and makes me cry as to lift up my sorrow.. 
  And somehow I found out that is too fit to my idea of the Demon Hanzo and Helsing McCree that , for a scenario , Hanzo just afraid that McCree will despite him when he turned into his true form, but in the critical situation, he has to…
  Then, when the battle end, he found out that McCree also have a demonic outburst due to his hand. The huntsman stood up before the demon, make a passionate kiss, said that he doesn’t care if the world crumble around the demon, rotten away with his present, he always still with Hanzo, never let him go….
   Tag in @ssaravinter@hanzoshammada@artsysera@jacks-mom and all my other mutuals , I miss you guys and I want to reach out to you by this drawing, I have been hit by depression and is been one week so, I just hope that this drawing will make you guys happy, even it’s poorly excecute.

Now matter how hard I try, I just can’t get the cold open out of my head. Twelve doesn’t deserve to regenerate alone, screaming in the snow. I can’t help but to notice how much of a contrast it is to Eleven’s regeneration. 

Eleven was with Clara, in the comfort of the TARDIS with his clean-cut and tidy appearance. 

Twelve is alone, out in the harsh cold with torn up clothes and broken appearance.

I just really hope that this isn’t what his regeneration will be like. Cold, broken, alone.  

Protection

Request: Can I request one where Tony Starks little sister is in a failing relationship? They were at the tower arguing and Tony came in the room just as the guy was hitting her? But before Tony could do anything Bucky storms over and knocks the guy through the wall. She tells him it’s been going on for a while and she was scared to say anything about it.

Note: for anyone in an abusive relationship or family, I hope you know you’re strong enough to get out. reach out to someone that can help. without further ado, thanks for the request, darlin! I hope it doesn’t suck, omg. leave a comment and let me know your thoughts! .c


You weren’t sure how it happened; what changed. Everything was going smoothly, you were happy. Your world felt perfect. The honeymoon phase had gone and passed, and it still felt like a fairy-tale relationship. He was a gentleman - the type that opened your car door for you and made sure your seat-belt was tight enough before he drove off. The type that held open doors and pulled your chair out, took care of you when you were sick and rubbed your feet after working all day. Your relationship was one of which little girls dream to have when they get older - full of love, loyalty, and everlasting happiness.

Sadly, not everything is as it seems. Behind closed doors, that gentleman you fell in love with, along with those eyes and that shining smile that made you feel fireworks in your belly, turned cold and everything went wrong. Three words kept your feet planted. 

Your feet always did become tired after being on them for too long.


The team had left for a mission, one you were able to get out of so you could spend your three year anniversary with your boyfriend while they were gone. It felt normal again, like the worst was over with and you could let go of what has happened. You made dinner for the both of you; his favorite dish. You wanted to stay in and have a more intimate evening than be in the eye of a crowd on such a special occasion.

Everything was perfect for a few hours. And then it wasn’t. He complained about his job while eating, which you listened to because you care, then he started talking about moving away, getting out of this place. You noticed the way his eyes darted around the large kitchen in the Avengers Tower. You had a gut feeling he meant this place in particular.

Your life was here. A well paying job, saving people alongside your friends, your brother was here, your friends, and New York City was your home. There’s no way you were going to give this up. 

The loud clank of a fork dropping against the ceramic plate caused you to flinch in your seat after you spoke your mind. His hard stare bore into your eyelids as you stared down at your dinner with a fast beating heart. Your palms grew damp as his breathing became erratic. 

“Excuse me?” His voice was rough and low. You looked up and his fists were clenched, the skin pulled tight against his knuckles. Those of which you’ve had contact with more times than you could count. Sighing softly, you kept your cool. 

You avoided his eyes as you chose your words carefully. “My life is here.” Your voice didn’t come out as you had hoped, you sounded small. His nostrils flared and he jolted from the table, his thighs knocking against the edge, causing his glass to fall over and his drink to spill. Your body jerked at the action and you hoped he wouldn’t do anything. 

Even hope fails sometimes.

He stormed out of the room and your eyes followed his tensed body. You sighed and rest your elbows on the table, rubbing your temples for a few moments. It’s the night of your anniversary and spending it arguing was not in your plans, so you wanted to fix this now. Scooting your chair back, you left the mess as is and went to find him. 

You stepped into your bedroom and watched him pace back and forth, pulling at his hair. “Baby, can we just ta-” His head shot towards you and his eyebrows were creased together. “I don’t want you here anymore!” He yelled, the vein in his neck protruding. You stepped towards him and scoffed. “This-this is my life! I’m not throwing it away!” Your voice was louder and it surprised him. 

Anger started to overtake every emotion you had. “I’m sorry but if you don’t like it, then I don’t know what to tell you.” You shrugged and he laughed, deep and menacing. “What I say goes, sweetheart. You’re mine!” He said it as if you were his property and you stood silent. 

“You’re a fucking bitch, you know that!?” Your mouth fell open as he continued to yell at you. All of what he said was a lie, you do everything for him. For years you’ve been nothing but good to him.

“How am I a bitch? Because I don’t want to do what you want to do for once? I could be out with my team right now saving people but I chose to spend tonight with you!”

Your voice was just as loud as his but you didn’t care. You both knew you weren’t giving up your life here. What you didn’t know, was that the whole team was listening since they had all just arrived and heard you two in the quiet tower, and two men were making their way up to you.

He took a step towards you and gripped your arm, jerking you in place, his face mere inches from yours. You struggled in his grip and tried to pull it away but his grip was too tight. “You’re hurting me, stop it!” Your eyes filled with tears and your lip trembled. 

His jaw clenched as his grip got even tighter, causing you to yelp. Your fingers dug into his hand but it wouldn’t budge. “I don’t fucking care! You’re mine and we’re leaving! What I say goes!” You ignored the pain in your arm and shoved his chest with your other hand this time. He stumbled a tad then he gripped both of your arms so you couldn’t fight back.

“I grew up here, I’m not leaving just because you want me to!” Your words only angered him more. You were denying him what he wanted and he hated it. His face came even closer to yours and you cowered away as best you could. 

He let you go with a growl and you hissed at the pain, the throbbing in your arms was excruciating. He started pacing again, his fists clenched. You couldn’t take this anymore. The only thing you were leaving is him and this is the moment you’ve been waiting for deep down. Your eyes spilled tears as you gathered the courage to speak.

“We’re done.” Your voice shook and you wiped at your cheeks. 

Suddenly, he turned around and lifted his hand in the air, but before he could strike, a large body ran into him, both of them going straight through the wall and into the room beside yours. You screamed and jerked away as you felt a hand rest on your shoulder. Your brother was standing there, his eyes wide with shock and anger.

He pulled you into his chest and the reality of what could’ve happened, yet again, settled in. You sobbed into his chest and he pulled you out of the room. Before you were out all the way, you looked inside and saw Bucky punch your boyfriend - ex boyfriend - in the face, yelling something you couldn’t make out. 

Steve met you and Tony in the hallway, his eyes falling on Tony’s for a split second. Steve clenched his jaw as his eyes landed on your sobbing figure. “What happened? Are you okay?” He made to reach out to touch you but Tony wouldn’t let him. “Get Barnes.” Your brother rasped and Steve gave him a curt nod. Bucky’s yells were still coming from your room, seemingly getting louder as the seconds passed.

Tony took you into the common room and sat you down on the couch. You were shaking and crying as he held you in his arms. The tower was so silent, you could hear Steve yelling below at Bucky. 

“You’re going to kill him!” 

“He deserves it!”

“Buck, STOP!”

“You fucking piece of shit! How dare you!”

“Bucky, he’s out cold!” 

“I don’t fucking care! He hurt her!”

Tony reached for a remote on the coffee table and turned on his stereo, keeping it loud enough to drown out their yells. You always loved classical music and you felt yourself starting to calm down as the minutes passed. Your breathing slowed but you were still shaken up. 

Tony turned to you and you avoided his eyes. “Y/N…” He gulped, trying to figure out how to ask this. You wiped your nose and sighed. “I didn’t know what to do, Tony.” Your voice cracked and Tony pulled you back into his arms, rubbing your back. He lightly shushed you as you sobbed loudly. 

“Never again. Never. Again.” He repeated his words as a promise to you. He wanted to go down to your room and take care of your ex but he knew Bucky had done enough damage already. You needed him more anyways. 

You pulled away from Tony and was about to say something until Bruce came in. He had a few cuts on his face and you knew the mission must’ve been tough since he was fighting along with them. Guilt surfaced.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but do you need… Did he.. Are you-” It was hard for him to ask if you were hurt or needed help, so you just nodded. Tony and Bruce then escorted you to the medical room. You remained quiet and so did they. The atmosphere was too fragile for speaking. But you knew you’d have to sooner or later.

Bruce checked out your arms, applying gentle pressure until you winced at the pain. He told you there was bruising but thankfully nothing was broken from what he felt. After that, he set you up to take some x-rays. He jotted everything down on your clipboard. He has one for everybody; saving the world and its people comes with broken bones and wounds. 

You could detect a change in Bruce as you walked out from behind the machine. “You have a broken rib on your left side.” He walked you over to the photos of your x-rays. He pointed it out and your stomach sank as you bowed your head and bit the inside of your lips. 

He looked at you, sighing. “So, two weeks ago, on the mission when you-” You nodded your head. You were arguing with your boyfriend about some guy hitting on you at a bar that night. It wasn’t your fault yet you suffered the consequences by being slammed into your dresser. Your excuse was a guard kicking you during a mission the next day.

“It was him.” He breathed out, looking back at your x-rays. The sound of the door slamming shut made you flinch - though nearly everything did. You thought it was him coming after you, but you saw Tony marching away through the glass doors. He was still angry, probably blaming himself for not noticing this before.

“I’m gonna go talk to him.” You quietly excused yourself and Bruce nodded, giving you a tight lipped smile. Your mind was racing with thoughts as you followed after your brother. Where would your ex go? Is Bucky okay? Did Steve get him away before he killed your ex? Will everyone judge you for staying when they find out?

Your thoughts were silenced when you arrived at the common room. Tony and Bucky were talking and you stood in your spot, eavesdropping. “He’s definitely getting locked up. I don’t want him anywhere near her ever again.” Bucky was breathing heavily and Tony hummed in agreement. 

“I wish she would’ve come to me. I could’ve stopped this.” Tony sounded sad now, his anger leaving his body as he thought about it. Bucky sighed and you peeked around, seeing him lay his hand on Tony’s shoulder. “Look, none of us would’ve known. It’s not your fault or hers.”

Your eyes burned with tears and you left before you were seen. You didn’t feel guilty for not telling them, they knew you couldn’t. In a situation like that, nobody could really know what would happen if you tried to leave. The first time you did, you had to pack on make-up to hide a black eye. You thought staying was the safest option - you were wrong. But leaving wasn’t so easily done.

You asked Friday to let everyone know you needed to be alone for a few hours to clear your mind. As you entered your room, your eyes went straight to the huge hole in the wall. It would need to be replaced but that was the least of your worries right now.

Taking a deep breath, you walked out onto your balcony. It was slightly windy and you looked out across the area, the sound of the city below calmed your nerves only slightly. The sun was setting and you felt a small wave of peace. You were finally free from him and the torment. But not entirely. 

The door opened suddenly and you were immediately alert, the hair on your arms standing up straight. “It’s me.” Bucky could see your tensed muscles and he kicked himself for it. Had your ex not done those things to you, you wouldn’t be so scared with someone enters a room, or when you hear someone yelling or slamming something. Noises like that terrified you.

Bucky walked up beside you, watching the city bustle with cars and people. He looked down at his hands, all clean from the blood from earlier, some from the mission and some from your ex. You could hear his breathing, it was ragged and shallow. He looked back out towards the city and everything was blurry now from his tears.

“How long?” His whisper mixed with the wind but you caught it. You swallowed thickly. “Two years.” Your voice was barely over a whisper and you could see Bucky slump his shoulders from your peripheral. “Why?” His voice shook and your eyes filled with tears yet again. 

“He said he loved me.” Your lip trembled and you shook your head, not seeing how untrue those words were until now. Bucky clenched his jaw, glancing at your face. Oh how he wished he hadn’t because it made him want to have his hands around your ex’s neck again. It took everything in him not to leave and go finish it.

“I was so scared to say anything. I thought that…that maybe the first time was just an accident.” Your voice cracked and Bucky pulled you into his body and held you close. He was shaking with anger, his eyes shut tightly as he imagined the things your ex did to you. Holding you was his anchor right now.

Bucky pressed his lips to your head and you leaned further into him. “Y/N, you’ll never have to see him again. That was not love. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” He whispered in your ear, his voice full of certainty and sadness.

You nodded against his chest and sighed. “I feel so stupid, Bucky. He-he wanted me to leave and I didn’t want to, I couldn’t. Then like every time we argue, he just lost it. I feel so weak.” You sniffled and gripped Bucky’s shirt tightly, as if he’d disappear and you were just dreaming and you’d wake up next to your ex, trapped in fear.

Bucky pulled away and let his flesh hand hold your cheek as softly as he could. “God, Y/N, no. No, you are not weak. Don’t say that, not around me, not ever. H-he could’ve killed you.” His voice cracked this time, his blue eyes pooling with tears. The longer Bucky stared into your eyes, he realized just how much he wanted to show you what love really is. But not yet. He could only protect you for now. 

“Dammit, I could kill him. You deserve so much more, Y/N. If you’ll let me, I’ll protect you with my life. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.” Bucky’s thumb caressed your skin and a tear fell down his cheek. You nodded, letting out a sob as you pulled Bucky in for a hug. His arms held you close and tight, blocking you from everything.

 For once in your life, you actually felt safe. 


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Ok people can say what ever they want because it’s their opinion so its OK for them to imagine that they are on date with jm but saying that jk didn’t know the meaning of the song and he made it for the fans as fan service this the most ridiculous things I have ever heard

The song it’s obviously about them :

So when your tears roll down your pillow like a river

I’ll be there for you

I’ll be there for you

When you’re screaming, but they only hear you whisper

I’ll be loud for you

But you gotta be there for me too


Last year took a toll on me

But I made it with you next to me

Around the world and back again

I hope you’re waiting at the end

Boy, I’m holding on to something

Won’t let go of you for nothing

I’m running, running just to keep my hands on you

♡ Cancer needs an Aries in their life to restore their spirit and take them back to the joy and carefree experiences of childhood, to be the secret guardian 

Cancer needs a Taurus in their life to have somebody prepare them a home cooked meal for once, for somebody to notice when they are not doing okay, so they have somebody who wants to spend the night in with them

Cancer needs a Gemini in their life to be a breath of fresh air and blow the uplifting springtime breeze through a dreary and dark mood, to have somebody they can ring or message and talk to at any time  

Cancer needs a Leo in their life so the inner child can receive the unconditional love it desires and they are encouraged to come out of her shell

Cancer needs a Virgo in their life to alleviate their irrational worries with logical reason

Cancer needs a Libra in their life to feel a sense of belonging and acceptance for who they are, to listen to each other’s stories and dreams

Cancer needs a Scorpio in their life to validate the intensity and real experience of their emotions, to know that somebody understands and knows this isn’t weakness or ‘all in their heads’ as they have been told

Cancer needs a Sagittarius in their life to let go of the guilt they associate with self-pleasure and enjoy themselves to the excessive comfort they crave  

Cancer needs a Capricorn in their life to see the world from the opposite side of the mirror, to create divine unity 

Cancer needs an Aquarius in their life to be weird and strange and funny with, to let their eccentric side out and not feel embarrassed  

Cancer needs a Pisces in their life so that they know somebody is always there for them even if they don’t constantly talk or message, to have that secret understanding     

-C.