life's a little bit brighter

I gained 20lbs in 6 months.
I’m over 20% body fat.
I have cellulite and a pretty decent belly pooch.
Clothes don’t fit right.
I’m uncomfortable in my skin 75% of the time.
My legs are so pale that they could blind you in the sunlight.
I have stretch marks EVERYWHERE.
My stretch marks are also bright purple.

I really hate my body. It’s something I’ve always dealt with, but lately I’ve been trying more and more to appreciate the little things, like:

My eyebrows are amazing.
The color of my eyes change and that’s beautiful.
I LOVE the freckles on my face and body.
Hell, I wish I had more freckles.
I have a beautiful smile.
My tattoos are Fucking awesome and badass.
I can rock a pixie cut pretty well.
My nose piercing works really well on my face.
My legs allow me to walk all around the city.
My arms allow me to carry ALL the groceries.
My stomach holds all my favorite foods inside.

It’s so easy to zone in and focus on all the things you hate about yourself; it’s so easy and so detrimental. Take those negative thoughts, acknowledge them, and counteract them. Weigh those thoughts down with positive affirmations and suddenly life is a little bit sweeter, the sun shines a little bit brighter, and you become a little bit happier.

Staying positive and moving forward ✌🏻

(Also these pasty-cellulite-thunder-thighs got me through a 202lb back squat last night so hell. fucking. yes.)

To all the Shawols who will make their dream come true this week and experience a SHINee concert for the first time (or second or third, any time!), have so much fun!! Please enjoy and get excited and emotional and cry and scream and be happy to the fullest, because being there to share the music and love and just pure bliss of seeing our boys perform with other Shawols, and being able to make them feel all the love and admiration we have for them is what any of us would want you to express to them. I think every time a Shawol, in any part of the world, feels that unrivalled joy and warmth in their hearts when seeing SHINee for the first time, the entire fandom is sincerely happy that SHINee has touched another person’s life and for a moment they made it a little bit brighter. So good luck to everyone, take a lot of pics, meet new lovely Shawols and please write the most lengthy acc because I wanna know the exact shade of Kibum’s hair color. :3

I'm in a 'Thank you' mood...

It has been a very interesting (and difficult) start to 2017 for me. I have met new people, made new friends, had suicidal thoughts, fallen in love, been lied to and cheated on by the person I loved, been scared shitless about fucking up my life… just so many things. And it’s thanks to all the lovely angels that I have become great friends with, as well as the friends I made last year when I first joined Tumblr, that I have survived.

@dadshirtking, @heart-attack-harry, @happilyinlovewithharrystyles, @ifheartscouldfly, @bigdicksquadd, @nicegoodgolden, @two-swallows-above-a-butterfly, @secret-rendezvous1d, @moonlightharrys, @harrysart, @fayestardust, @haarrrrry, @never-enough-harry, @fairylightsstyles, @stylishfluff, @aboutalighthouse, @yetanotherharry, @magic-view, @canistay-haz, @packerhaz, @stylesunchained, @trulymadlysydney, @highlightstyles, @loveyooumeanit, @jojoleemac, @androgynoustyles, @emmy1dwriting, @hismyaestheticx, @lokiwinchester@stylishmuser,​ @styleshasalovelysoul, @manipsandeditsof1d, @happy-pride-harry, @adorkablehazza, @harryisthebaneofmyexistence, @legend-waitforit-harry​, @lcseventeen​ and so many more!

All of you have helped me in some way and I hope I can repay each and every one of you someday. Whether you live in America, Europe, Australia or Asia, it doesn’t matter. The distance doesn’t matter. 100 miles apart or 9,000 miles apart, I am extremely grateful to know all of you beautiful sunshines. Because of you, Tumblr has become a safe home for me in which I can share my thoughts and not be judged. All the private chats I have had with you guys has made my life just that little bit brighter. All of you are so important and precious to me, and every day, I wish to help you with whatever’s troubling you, just like you have helped me. I can never thank the boys enough for allowing me the chance to meet you and always remember that I love you and I am here for you whenever you need me.

All the love

Olivia xx

Malia- You’d Be Worth It

Request-  hey lovely! can you do a malia x reader where the reader has a crush on her and is an avid hiker in the preserve, but she gets extremely injured and can’t get help. conscious coyote malia find her and keeps her warm and alive through the night. she talks to her in coyote form until a rescue team finds her. she wakes up in the hospital with a human malia by her side who confesses her feelings. love you!!

A/N- So much love and right before Valentine’s Day! I’m blushing. Hope you guys like this one!

Malia strode to her lunch table with her tray in hand, looking forward to digging into the nachos she had picked up. As she walked over to Scott and the others, she realized that there was one new edition to the table, someone that usually wasn’t there, but caused her to grin nonetheless.
You were sitting there next to Lydia, smiling and laughing as you opened a packet of mayo and spread it onto to the sandwich you had picked up from the sub line. You didn’t go to Beacon Hills High, so it was a surprise to see you sitting there, but Malia knew Lydia picked you from Devenford Prep for lunch sometimes.
You and Malia met during the deadpool, when your ear-splitting scream sent an assassin crumpling to the ground in front of her. That scream may have left her ears ringing, but one glance at you left stars in her eyes, and from then on, the two of you became friends.
The minute she realized you were a banshee, she felt an undeniable urge to protect you, and a couple of Scott’s pack members had commented on it, but you just chalked that up to her nature. She had spent half of her life as a wild animal after all, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t into Malia.
She was strong and beautiful, and loved being outside just as much as you did. Besides, she seemed to really like you, and you could definitely tell when she slammed her tray down next to yours.
“Hey!” Stiles cried, jerking back from the seat Malia had just stolen. “I was gonna sit there.”
“And now I’m sitting here,” Malia stated, shooting him a sharp look.
He looked from Malia to you, and then backed away with a look that seemed to say he wasn’t going to get in her way. Malia grinned and sat down next to you. “Hey, Y/n.”
“Hey, Malia,” you told her with a smile.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I just wanted to come see you guys,” you told her. “It’s nice to get away from Devenford for a while.”
“And Brett,” Lydia said with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes at her, but Malia frowned. “Is he bothering you again?”
“No, not really,” you said. “He just doesn’t seem to get that we play for the same team, and you know I’m not talking about lacrosse.”
“You want me to kick his ass for you?” Malia asked sincerely. “I mean, he would heal, so it’s not like breaking his arms is a big deal.”
You laughed softly. “I appreciate that, Malia, but I think I’ll be okay. If I really needed to, I could make his ears bleed, so…”
You shrugged and Malia smirked. She would honestly pay to see you kick Brett’s ass, and she knew that you very well could.
“So are you guys doing anything fun this weekend?” you asked.
“Studying for midterms,” Lydia said with a sigh. “We’re actually having a group study session on Saturday, if you want to drop by my house. We could compare notes.”
You nodded. “I’m going hiking in the afternoon, but I could drop by later if you really wanted me to.”
Lydia shrugged. “I don’t want to pull you away from the trail-”
“You should come over,” Malia cut in. “I could really use some help with Chemistry.”
You nodded. “I took it last year, but I can try to help you. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have Lydia do it though?”
“Yeah, Malia, I can-” Lydia began.
“I’m sure,” Malia cut her off, nodding at you vigorously.
You felt a blush crawling on your cheeks. “I guess I can’t say no to that.”
Lydia smiled knowingly and winked at Malia, who shot her a glare. “You can come over at four, Y/n. And I might go out and do a snack run, so you and Malia can have a one on one session while I’m out.”
Malia’s eyes widened, but you simply smiled and glanced over at Malia. “That sounds great.”
You spent the rest of your lunch laughing and talking with her, and you were so lost in Malia that you didn’t even realize lunch was almost over. “Oh shit. Lydia, we’d better go, right? You’re gonna be late if you take me back Devenford.”
The Banshee shrugged. “Eh, it’s okay. I can miss a few minutes of one class.”
“I can take you,” Malia said quickly. “I have my car now, and I’d only be missing study hall.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” Malia told you. “Of course.”
Your lips turned up at her determination. “Okay.”
Malia grinned and gathered her things, and you grabbed your bag. You stood up and said goodbye to Lydia and the rest of Scott’s pack, and then followed Malia to dump your tray.
“I really appreciate this,” you told her.
“It’s no big deal,” she said with a shrug. “Besides, I like hanging out with you. You’re a lot hotter than my algebra homework.”
You laughed softly. “Thanks, Malia.”
She shrugged at you again, and you followed her out of the cafeteria and to the parking lot. You hopped in the car just as the bell signaling the end of lunch rang, and then she started to drive.
“So what trail are you taking Saturday?” she asked curiously.
“The one that goes to Lookout Point,” you told her. “But the long way.”
Malia raised her eyebrows. “You’re doing that on your own?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” you asked.
“Because it’s a rockier trail than the others. After all that rain from the Ghost Riders, there have been a bunch of rockslides. My dad was talking about all the erosion, and how people shouldn’t even be hiking that trail, especially not by themselves.”
You scoffed. “Malia, I’m a good hiker.”
“That doesn’t matter,” she told you. “It would be dangerous even for me.”
“Don’t you think I’d be able to tell if something bad was going to happen?” you questioned. “I mean, I’m a banshee.”
“You and I both know it doesn’t work that way,” she countered.
“No one knows how it works,” you protested.
“Exactly,” she agreed. “And it sucks, but the voices aren’t really reliable.”
You sighed. “Tell me about it.”
Malia frowned. She could hear the weariness in your voice, and she mentally cursed herself. Even though she had made a lot of progress at being human, she still tended to say the wrong thing sometimes, and she had just done it again.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” she added gently. “You’re still a badass. You can kill someone just by screaming, and at least that part’s reliable.
Your lips turned up. “Thanks, Malia.”
“Just take a different trail, okay? I can’t have you dying before our study session.”
“Alright fine,” you relented. “I guess I can’t be the reason you fail chemistry.”
Malia smiled. “Thank you.”
She pulled into the Devenford parking lot, and parked in a space right in front of the doors.
“What are you doing?” you asked, your brow furrowing.
“Walking you to class?” she offered, cocking an eyebrow at you.
A grin broke its way onto your lips, and you scooped your bag up from the floor of her car. “Guess I can’t say no to that.”
You opened the door and hopped out of the car, and Malia did the same. She came around the back of the car to meet you, and as you headed into the school, you heard someone call your name.
“Y/n! My life just got a little bit brighter.”
You sighed as Brett jogged up behind you, and Malia glared at him. He slid between the two of you, and you raised your eyebrows at him. “You know, you’d think that after almost being assassinated, you’d be a little less cocky.”
“Hey, I’m just grateful to be alive,” he told you smoothly. “You know, enjoying all the pleasures life has to offer? And looking at you…that’s definitely one of those pleasures.”
Malia’s low growl cut through the air, and Brett smirked. “You have a little crush, Malia?”
“No,” you snapped, shouldering him out of the way to grab Malia’s hand. “I do.”
Brett raised his eyebrows at you and paused on the sidewalk, but Malia grinned and darted forward. She tugged you against her, and kissed you right in front of Brett, causing your eyes to go wide. It wasn’t like you didn’t like it, but it still caught you off guard.
Brett scoffed as you and Malia pulled apart. “Get a room.”
You and Malia laughed as he walked away, and she glanced down at you with a smile. “I’m sorry. I had to.”
“It’s okay,” you told her with a grin.
“I also really wanted to kiss you,” she continued. “And I have for a long time.”
You flushed. “Me too.”
“Come on,” Malia told you, reaching out for your hand again. “I don’t want to make you late for class.”
You headed into Devenford Prep gripping her hand, and you couldn’t hide the grin on your face. It wasn’t like you even wanted to, because with Malia by your side, you certainly had a lot to smile about.

The Coyote huffed and looked at Lydia, who was staring at her with one eyebrow raised.  “Seriously?”
“What?” Malia groaned, leaning back on Lydia’s couch with a huff. “I was thinking about the answer.”
“Malia, I asked you if you were paying attention,” she said, shooting her a look.
“Oh, then no,” Malia told her plainly.
Lydia let out a sigh and reached out to shut the chemistry textbook sitting between them. “Fine. Maybe we could both use a break.”
“Thank you,” Malia breathed.
“But,” Lydia added. “When I come back, you better be ready to focus on electron configurations and not Y/n.”
“I can’t help it!” Malia protested. “I haven’t kissed her since Thursday. I wanna do it again.”
Lydia rolled her eyes and moved away from the couch. “She’ll be over later. And you had better not be planning on sneaking off into one of my bedrooms.”
“I wasn’t,” Malia said with a shrug. “But I am now.”
Lydia huffed and headed into the kitchen, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. Malia leaned back on the couch with a smirk, and Scott shot her a smile from the armchair. “I think you guys are great together, Malia.”
“Yeah,” Stiles added from where he sat by Scott’s feet. “She’s a total badass. She’s perfect for you.”
“Stiles,” Liam complained next to him. “Help me.”
He gestured frantically to his homework, and Stiles rolled his eyes and turned back to the younger boy. “Liam, come on, all you have to do is find x.”
“How?” he groaned.
“You know,” Stiles told him. “You take the thing and put it here, and then you take the other thing and do the thing to it.”
Liam glared at him, and Malia felt a twinge of pity. Math was by far her worst grade, and the only reason she had passed it was Lydia’s notes. Liam was better off going to her for help instead of Stiles. The Brunette meant well, but he usually just ended up talking or flailing more than he did any actual explaining.
Malia sighed and picked up her phone, checking the time. You weren’t supposed to be over for another hour or so, and every second she had to wait felt like an eternity. She’d rather have you explaining atomic structure to her than Lydia, and she knew there would be an opportunity for you two to sneak off at some point that night.
She would have given just about anything to be with you on your hike, but she knew there would be plenty of opportunities for that later.
Malia slouched back against the couch for a few seconds, hoping that she would have a little more time to daydream about you before Lydia came back. Wherever you were, she hoped you were having fun.

Birds twittered above you as you hiked up the trail, your muscles burning with the strain. You loved the challenge that hiking brought you, and as you trudged up the sharp incline, you felt a rush of exhilaration.
You knew it wasn’t the best idea to take the trail up to Lookout Point, especially with what Malia had told you, but there hadn’t been any rain for a day or two. The weather outside was perfect, and you knew the view from the top would be amazing. To you, the risk was worth it, especially because you were so sure you would be fine.
You had been hiking since you were five, a direct product of living with outdoorsy parents. You loved being in the woods, and so did Malia, and that was just one the things that added to the growing list of why you fell for her. Hiking gave the both of you an opportunity to break away from all the monsters and the death, and just detox from everything going on.
Whenever you found a body, a hike was your go-to coping method, and you could think of no better person to have alongside you than Malia.
You continued to head up the incline, but you had to stop for a few moments to catch your breath. You placed your hands on your knees and paused, gazing up at the blue sky above you. You reached into your backpack to grab your water bottle, and that was when you heard a soft rumbling sound coming from in front of you.
Every muscle in your body froze, and for a second you were sure what you were experiencing was an earthquake. California was no stranger to seismic activity, but when you looked up and saw a cascade of rocks tumbling toward you from the top of the incline, you knew this was no earthquake.
It was a rockslide just like Malia had warned you about, and you quickly scrambled back down the trail. Your breath came in heavy gasps as you tried to get away, but you knew there was no outrunning this thing. In your haste to escape, you tripped down the trail and rolled into the dirt. All you could think before you felt a sharp pain in your head was that you never should have ignored Malia’s warning, and then suddenly your vision went dark.

Malia was still sitting in the living room with the others when she heard it. It was a crash, not unlike the sound of something shattering on the floor, and everyone in the room looked toward the kitchen.
“Lydia?” Scott called, jumping up from his chair. “Are you alright?”
Only silence came from the kitchen, and with a concerned look at Malia, he headed toward the Banshee. Stiles,  Malia, and Liam all  jumped up too, and when they crept into the kitchen, all they saw was the back of Lydia’s head. Shards of glass and inedible popcorn covered the floor by her feet, but she wasn’t moving an inch.
“Uh, Lydia?” Liam asked hesitantly. “Are you okay?”
She whirled around suddenly, her green eyes filled with fear, and everyone flinched. “Something’s wrong.”
“What?” Stiles questioned.
“Something’s wrong,” she repeated, her eyes darting to Malia. “I can feel it.”
“Why are you looking at me?” Malia demanded.
“Because Y/n’s in trouble.”
Malia’s blood ran cold, and she took a step forward, her boot crunching on some glass. “What do you mean she’s in trouble?”
“I’m not sure,” Lydia told her. “But I think she’s trapped, or…or stuck. She’s hurt…really hurt.”
“Oh god,” Malia realized. “She must be on the trail.”
“What trail?” Scott asked. “In the preserve?”
“I told her not to,” Malia practically growled. “But she’s stubborn and probably did it anyway. There’s a trail my dad was complaining about, the hard one that goes up to Lookout Point. He was saying that it wasn’t safe because of all the erosion from the rain.”
“You think she went up there?” Stiles asked.
“Yes,” Malia told him. “And we have to find her.”
Lydia nodded. “We need to hurry.”
Stiles nodded. “Me, Scott, and Liam can take the jeep. You can go with Malia.”
“What the hell are we waiting for?” Malia demanded, glaring around at the group. “She said we don’t have a lot of time. Let’s go!”
She was the first to burst out of Lydia’s front door and head to her car, and she nearly left the Banshee behind in her haste to get to you. She was speeding the whole way to the preserve, and she was either lucky enough to avoid the police, or they were all out investigating another murder. Whichever it was, it didn’t matter to Malia. All she wanted to do was get to you.
She finally skidded to a stop at the entrance, and then jumped out of her car without even cutting off the engine. Her boots hit the dirt, and she immediately began to strip off her clothes.
“Malia!” Lydia shrieked. “What are you doing?”
“I’m faster as a coyote!” she snapped, tossing her clothes and shoes into a pile next to one of her tires. “I need to find, Y/n. The guys will catch up with me.”
Before Lydia could protest any more, Malia was morphing into a ball of fur. She dropped to the ground on all fours and took off into the woods without a second glance, leaving Lydia there to heave an exasperated sigh. She brought a hand to her mouth and resisted the urge to bite her fingernails, an old childhood habit that had plagued her whenever she was nervous.
She just hoped that Malia could find you, because if the sinking feeling in her stomach was any indication, you didn’t have a lot of time.

You woke up to a pounding in your head, and a heavy, painful feeling all over your body. It was like you were being crushed, and when you opened your eyes and found you couldn’t move, you realized you were. You were half-buried under a pile of heavy rocks, covered in bruises that were already beginning to decorate your skin.
You shifted, but your right leg and arm both screamed in protest, causing you to grit your teeth against the pain. Birds were still chirping above you, and the sun hadn’t stopped shining down. The forest was making its normal sounds, with one tiny edition that you had no doubt was all thanks to you.
A small whispering seemed to creep into the edge of your sense, sending a chill down your spine. You had heard the voices of the dead before, and when they gave you a warning, it always scared you. With that being said, that fear was nothing compared to what you felt when you heard your own name.
You felt tears pooling in your eyes, and you knew that if you didn’t get help, you were definitely going to die. You stared up at the trees above you, and you were just starting to think that it was a beautiful day when you hear soft, thumping steps.
They were quiet, so quiet you were sure you had imagined them at first, but then a furry face appeared over yours. You froze in terror, but as you looked into the creature’s eyes, you saw recognition in them.
“M-malia?” you croaked.
She leaned down and licked your cheek once, and you smiled. “God, you must think I’m an idiot. And…and you still came out here after me?”
She trotted over and laid down by your side, the one that wasn’t covered in rocks. Her fur pressed against your stomach, and you weakly reached out to run a hand over her flank.
“I can hear it you know,” you whispered. “They’re saying my name. I’m going to die.”
Malia picked her head up, her eye growing sharper, and she looked at you as if to say ‘shut up’. You smiled softly. “Maybe not. Maybe you’ll be my hero again, huh? Just like when we met.”
Your voice grew softer as your eyes grew heavier, and before you know it, you felt your head tilted to the side. You felt Malia nudging you with her nose, even gently nipping at your hand to get you to wake up, but it wasn’t working. Your fingers fell from her side and hit the ground, and you slipped into unconsciousness, watching the forest flur blur out behind your eyes.

You arm was itching. You reached out to scratch it, still not quite ready to open your eyes, but as your fingers grazed something rough, hard, and definitely not flesh, you had change of heart. You opened your eyes to find a purple cast covering your arm.
You shifted around, still incredibly sore, and your one very stiff leg told you that there was probably a cast on that too.
“I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”
You jumped at the sudden voice, and you glanced around you to find Malia sitting in a chair next to your bed. You blinked. Had she been there the whole time?
“I…yeah, I figured you would,” you said softly.
“You’re a banshee,” she stated. “That doesn’t mean you’re invincible.”
“I know, Malia, I just-”
“That was stupid,” she interrupted. “And it was reckless, and you could have died. How do you think I would have felt if you died? You’re one of the few people who actually make me want to be human, Y/n. You’re part of the reason I decided to stay this way. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Malia,” you said softly. “I had no idea.”
“Well now you know,” she said. “So you better not go running off into the woods again. At least not without me.”
You glanced down at your casts. “I don’t think I’ll be doing that anytime soon.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” she told you. “Because you still owe me a study date anyway.”
You smiled. “Right.”
“And another kiss,” she added.
You grinned at her. “When did I promise that?”
“You didn’t, I just want one,” she said with a shrug.
“Well, I’m right here,” you said flirtatiously. “And kind of immobile right now, so if you wanted to make your move-”
Your last few words morphed into an ‘mmph’ as Malia darted forward and pressed her lips against yours. She was gentle, more gentle than you had ever imagined Malia could be, but you guessed she was worried about hurting you. You closed your eyes as she tangled her fingers in your hair, and you wished so desperately that you could sit up and thread your fingers through hers.
When she pulled away from you, staring down into your eyes and grinning, you felt like maybe being stuck in bed wasn’t so bad.
“Do you like your cast?” she asked suddenly. “Scott’s mom let me pick out the color while you were out.”
“And purple’s your favorite,” you remembered with a smile.
She nodded. “I figured you’d like it.”
“I do,” you promised her, running your fingers over it. “And I’m going to make sure you’re the first one to sign it.”
“Stiles already called dibs,” she said with a shrug.
You rolled your eyes. “Well, it’s my cast, so I say you sign it first. Stiles can wait.”
“Good,” she said with a smile. “But as much as I’d love to stay and keep kissing you, I have to leave.”
“Why?” you asked quizzically.
“Because I can hear your parents coming back down the hall with a nurse,” she informed you. “And I’ve been kicked out of your room twice already, and I’m not really supposed to be in here.”
“Malia,” you complained.
“What?” she asked, backing toward the door.
“I don’t want you getting in trouble because of me.”
She suddenly pulled open the door, wedging herself in the threshold. She shot one cautious glance down the hall and looked back at you for a few more seconds, and then her lips turned up in a grin.
“You’d be worth it,” she assured you, winking and then slipping out the door.
You felt your face flushing as Malia slipped away, and you leaned back against the hospital pillows. You closed your eyes, knowing that you only had a few seconds before your parents and the nurse got there, but you wanted to dream a little longer. And with your lips still tingling from Malia’s kiss, you knew there would be a lot to dream about.

Music is a safe space. It’s supposed to be our safe space. Music brings people together. Music can heal us. Going to concerts is the place where we can go to escape the world around us for a couple of hours. Concerts are the place where we all gather to share a mutual love for the music and the artist that we’re watching up on that stage. 

Tonight, a person or group of people, took our safe place and turned it into a hell hole of a nightmare. 19 innocent people lost their lives. At least 50 more were injured. Whether it was someone’s first concert or their 5th or 10th concert, concerts will never be the same for them again. And that is truly heartbreaking. 

As terrifying as it is to think that this could happen at any concert I go to, I refuse to stop going for fear that I will witness something as awful as what happened in Manchester last night (tonight for us here in the US). If I stop going, that means the people creating this kind of terror win. And I won’t let them win. I’m going to continue going to concerts and I’m going to live my life enjoying the music that makes my world a little bit brighter. Because love will always win out over hate.

My heart, my love, and my thoughts are with Ariana and her team, and the victims of this senseless tragedy. 

Morning Confessions

PAIRING: reader x Bucky Barnes


WARNINGS: fluff and slight angst.ย 

So I was listing to DNCEโ€™s song Toothbrush and I immediately thought of this little fluff idea. However some angst did creep in. I used some of the lyrics to draw inspiration I hope you all like it!ย 

Originally posted by caps-bucky

Stuck in a limbo
Half hypnotized
Each time I let you stay the night, stay the night

Bucky was use to being alone. He had been alone during his hydra days, and now. Even with the Avengers he craved being alone. He didnโ€™t trust himself; he did trust any of them. Excluding Steve and maybe Natasha. So when he finally moved in to his own place he felt relieved. It was his and his alone; he could control how his day would progress. Living at the Avengers Compound was, to him. Unstable and unpredictable. In short Bucky enjoyed being alone. Until you. Bucky couldnโ€™t exactly pinpoint when the relationship took a turn. It started off with a respectful acquaintance; you knew Bucky needed his space. He needed time to adjust to this strange world. Not that it was new. Bucky had lived in short bursts of an ever-changing world. Not that Hydra gave him much time to take notice of what had changed around him.ย 

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Thank you! And the happy bubble, and the never ending support of the fandom, and friends here… honestly you guys make life that little bit brighter!

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Here's a cute message/compliment I guess? I only found your blog via NieR fanart haha but your art style is absolutely gorgeous and I always get excited when a notification pops up that you posted. I've also commented on some of your posts on twitter and feel super flattered when you respond! So just wanted to say thank you for making my life a little bit brighter! :)

Awww <3 <3
I’m glad you like my art! :D I’m also happy people like my NieR fanart, I love drawing  the precious tragic androids so much *sobs* I HAVE SO MANY FEELS ABOUT THEM GDSHDGSH ;______;

I always try to reply when people talk to me on twitter, so feel free to keep doing it! ^_____^/

I’m happy I get to make your life happier! Thanks a lot for taking the time to write this lovely message, you made my life a bit brighter too with it <3

Bad Dreams / Chapter 3

It was chilly when you walked outside, the chime of the bell on the door closing behind you. Your long shift at work was finally over, now you had to walk all the way back home.

Suho always said if you needed a ride anywhere you wouldnโ€™t even have to ask, but you never wanted to be a bother. Besides, the fresh night air would do you some good.ย 

You pulled your coat around you tighter and began your journey home. You smiled to yourself, thinking back on the texts Suho sent you during work.

โ€˜Working hard or hardly working? :Dโ€™ โ€˜I miss you, I canโ€™t wait to see you<3โ€™ ย 

His corny jokes actually made you laugh, and his sweet texts made your day at work a little less stressful. You were glad to have met your boyfriend, he made your life a little bit brighter every time you spent time with him. ย ย ย 

Meeting Suho the first time was like love at first sight. It was at the pond, a place in the back of your house in the forest where you would go when you wanted to think. During those times you wasnโ€™t afraid to be in the woods. He had found you first, when you turned around at the sound of twigs cracking under feet. ย ย 

It was weird at first with the way he stared at you, but you could feel your heart beat faster at the sight of him. He made you feel safe, and oddly you felt loved. And when that smile spread across his face, you knew you were already his. ย 

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25 things I've learnt from Joe Sugg

1- Laughing things off is sometimes the way to go
2- friends and family above anything else
3- Don’t live your life according to gender roles
4- be brave
5- be happy for someone else’s success
6- stay humble
7- have trouble with deep feelings? Try pranks!
8- don’t take anything for granted
9- were here to make others happy
10- what you do with your life is important
11- you matter
12- being a little bit weird is not wrong
13- being who you are is the way to go
14- don’t forget to be nice to old people
15- forgive and forget
16- fart noises will never stop being funny
17- find someone who will love you back, and keep him
18- life takes many turns, you just gotta roll with em
19- do what feels right
20- professionalism and sharing your professional life CAN go together
21- if you can, make the world a little bit brighter
22- don’t forget to have some time for yourself
23- letting people make fun of you is only okay if you’re okay with it
24- you’re a star
25- you’re his star

I honestly still cannot believe that I think 1.5k (actually, now it’s even higher than that too like wow)especially since last year at this time I had less than 500 followers. Honestly, saying that you guys are amazing is an understatement because I clearly wouldn’t still be here if you guys weren’t above and beyond spectacular and I thought a follow forever is exactly what was needed to celebrate this occasion because I want to highlight someone of the people that make my life just a little bit brighter every day.

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 There Is No Place I’d Rather Be

Pairing: Liam/Louis
Rating: T
Summary: A Lilo Lilo and Stitch AU, in which Louis is the mischievous and enigmatic traveler who drops into Liam’s otherwise mundane Hawaii life and makes everything a little bit brighter – only, Liam doesn’t know that Louis is an intergalactic criminal from light-years away, and Galactic Federation police force members Harry and Niall are in close pursuit.

Written for the @1dbigbang round 4. Super cute fanart by @droolynouis is here!

Ever want to love someone so much so their life becomes that little bit brighter? To give someone more reason to keep living? Because I sure as hell do.

anonymous asked:

unestablished jeditestor: jessika has a problem. rey seems to be making up for lost time on jakku by being extremely affectionate with her friends. poe and finn are loving it, but it’s complete and utter torture for jessika, who feels like she’s being dishonest by keeping her feelings for rey a secret from her when she’s always touching her like that.

Rey settles into the swing of things on the D’Qar base quickly enough once she and Luke return. She’s friendly enough, knows her way around, and never backs down from asking questions. Still, the number one indicator that she’s really settling in is that she won’t stop touching everyone.

The droids get little pecks which make BB-8 blurb gleefully and C-3PO stammer gratuitously. Snap, Karé, and some of the other pilots get fist-bumps and light shoulder punches. The few children running around the base get hair tousles and stooped-down low fives. Rey shocks everyone one day when she throws her arms around the General at the end of a briefing and hugs her like a daughter embracing her mother.

She’s constantly hanging on Poe and Finn, linking arms with them, resting her head on their shoulders. She plays with Poe’s hair and curls against him like he’s a human space heater, and he occasionally scoops her up and carries her around, often against her will. Finn ends up holding her hand a lot and taking her arms and once— once— tickling her until she cries.

Everyone in the Resistance finds Rey’s clinginess endearing— everyone except for Jessika Pava, who can’t stand it.

It’s not that she doesn’t like it— she likes it a little too much. Okay, way too much.

The first time Rey runs to meet her on the landing pad following a mission and flings her arms around her neck, Jess can swear she’s never felt such a combination of warmth, safety, and elation in her entire life.

The feeling diminishes somewhat as she watches Rey do the same to every other pilot as they land. Just happy for the victory, Jess decides, and she tucks away her tangled up mess of emotions and decides to deal with it never.

The thing is, Rey doesn’t stop. Sure, she doesn’t touch Jess as much as she does the boys, but it’s still more than Jessika’s little gay heart can handle.

For instance, one morning over breakfast, Rey suddenly reaches across the table and grabs Jess’s hand. “That’s a beautiful ring,” she says through a mouthful of cold cereal. “Where did you get it?”

Jess tries to smile, but her heart’s hammering and she’s afraid Rey can probably feel her pulse thrumming against the soft touch of her fingers. “It was my mom’s,” she says. “She got it from a little shop back on Dandoran.”

“It’s so pretty,” Rey says. “Your mom has a good eye.” And then Rey lets go of her hand. Jess tries to ignore the little drop in her stomach.

One day, Jess is sitting in the lounge watching a holovid when Rey plops down on the couch beside her and starts flipping through technical schematics on her tablet. Jess finds it increasingly difficult to pay attention to her movie the closer Rey snuggles into her, and with every rise and fall of Rey’s chest she finds her own chest feeling just a little bit tighter.

That night, Jess barrels into Poe’s quarters without even knocking. “You have to stop her,” she announces, waving her arms dramatically. “I can’t take this anymore, you— you have to put an end to this torment.”

“Will do, right away,” Poe says without looking up from his book. “Except who? And what… are you talking about?”

Jess flops theatrically down on the foot of his bed as he finally looks up at her. “Rey.”

“Ugh,” Poe groans, teasing. “That… jerk. What did she do this time? Pet a dog too hard? Compliment your hair too forcefully?”

Jessika glares at him before launching into her tale of woe. “She’s so affectionate,” she sighs. “It’s always hugs and dragging me along by the hand and… I mean, it’s a good thing she hasn’t tried to kiss me on the cheek or something, I’d probably die.”

“I don’t get it,” Poe says, setting his book aside and sitting up straight. He’s shifted into Helpful Best Friend Mode. “You don’t have a problem with people touching you. I mean except for Karé, but she’s got that weird thing about never washing her hands. So what’s your issue with Rey touching…” As he speaks, Jess’s eyes get wider and wider like she’s trying to tell him something. “Oh. Ohhh.”

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Shut up.”

Poe grins like a cat. “You like her.”

“Shuuuuuuuut up.”

Poe, bless him, is bouncing up and down a little. “You like her! You have a crush on the little Jedi. Oh, man, this is great.”

No it’s not,” Jessika laments. “It’s awful. It’s bad. Rey’s just a kid.”

“She’s literally three years younger than you.”

“Well,” Jess says, “yeah, sure. But, I mean come on, you know her. She’s so innocent.”

“Innocent?” Poe coughs. “Just last week she chugged a whole spacebeer, burped in my face, and then laughed at me.”

“Still.” Jess sighs and leans back on the bed. “And, besides, it’s not like she feels the same way. That’s the worst part, really, is that she’s basically crawling all over me and it doesn’t even mean anything to her. Meanwhile I’m trying not to have a heart attack.”

“You think she doesn’t like you back?”

“Of course she doesn’t like me back.”

“Mm-hmm,” Poe says, rolling his eyes before attempting to imitate Rey’s voice. “‘Jessika’s sooo pretty. Jessika’s sooo smart. Jessika’s suuuuch a good pilot.’”

“Okay, first of all, spot on impression,” she says of his absolute butchering of Rey’s accent. She then drops her voice and adds, “Did she really say all that stuff?”

“Uh, she won’t shut up about you,” Poe says. “It’s kind of annoying. It’s really annoying. You should go talk to her so I can finally get some peace and quiet.”

“Nooo,” she whines. “I’m gonna get all nervous and I get butterflies in my stomach and then I want to throw up. You talk to her.”

“I would, but I think a declaration of love coming from the gayest pilot in the Resistance would sound a little insincere.”

Jess throws his own pillow at him. “You are not the gayest pilot in the Resistance.”

“Then prove it! Go ask her out! Reclaim your title.”

“Fuck you,” Jess mutters, but she storms out, shoulders set, determined.

She finds Rey still balled up on the couch in the lounge, completely absorbed in whatever technical document she’s been reading. “Hey,” Jess says, sounding a little too angry. She takes a second to calm down and sits down on the couch beside Rey, fidgeting with her hands. Rey immediately turns toward her like a moon in orbit, and Jessika loses whatever cool she had. “You wanna do something?”

Rey cocks an eyebrow. “Like what?”

Make out, fall in love, get married, grow old together, run away to Naboo to run a charming little Space B&B. “It’s clear tonight,” Jess shrugs. “We could go look at the stars.”

A slow, slow smile spreads across Rey’s face. Jess thinks her life might get a little bit brighter every single time that girl smiles. “That sounds fun,” Rey says, shutting off her tablet. “Let’s go.”

As they’re heading out the lounge door, Rey slips her hand into Jess’s.

For the first time, Jess doesn’t mind.