me now me every night

i keep trying to memorize every detail of the moments i live in. in the soreness of my legs from standing so long at a concert, the chill of the night, the patterns of a tablecloth, the oily texture in my mouth after eating fried bananas. i keep trying to memorize the feelings, the quiet contentedness, the laughter, the excitement. i keep trying to memorize the people, their smiles, the way they speak, what makes them laugh. i’m constantly on the cusp of the next part of my life and that’s just so.. strange. but it makes it so much easier to find happiness no matter what’s happening to me, in a way? because i’m already kind of looking at life with those rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, simply because i know these are times i’ll never be able to live again, and these are people i might not always have, and that makes it so much easier to appreciate everything i might miss later. 


An afternoon date~

and a bonus

If there’s a bison miraculous it should go to Kim, just saying… cause he’s bi and he’s my son


i’m not fucking scared of anything. spin me around like i weigh nothing, throw me off a balcony, show me shadows in my dark bedroom and leave me alone with them for awhile. i’m not fucking scared, keep going, i’m good. now tell me you hate me. you wish every night i would drown. let me know all the terrible things you say when someone asks about me. my hands don’t shake, my ribs dont crack. i’m just fine, boy. i’m not afraid of you.

Roses-Bucky x Reader

A/N: I’ve been missing for sooo long, I’m sorry. Inspired by le bae Shawn Mendes and his song Roses. Bucky is a complete ass in this omg


I woke up this morning with an uneasy feeling in my gut. Bucky has been back from his mission for a week now and with each passing day, he gets further and further away from me and there’s nothing I can do. I’ve tried staying by his side, encouraging him to talk to me and now, giving him space but all of that time he’s spending in his own head is not doing him any good. In fact, I think that it is tearing him apart. Calling Steve and asking him about the mission did nothing for me, instead, I just grow more and more worried. Bucky has never been this withdrawn from everything.

I walk into out shared bedroom and my focus is on Bucky. He’s sat on the bed with his head in his hands and he’s giving off a cold vibe which really takes me aback. He doesn’t even bother to lift his head up and a tear rolls down my face. I can’t help but feel my heart break with each passing second.

“Buck.” My voice is barely audible but he finally looks up and he looks blankly through me. His eyes are hooded and masked by the shadows on his face. “Bucky. Look at me. Please.” The sound of my voice is different, it’s hoarse from the tears I shed before I approached him.

“Just go away. Please. Leave me alone.” Bucky ran his metal hand through his hair, his face was detached and humourless. “I’ve tried to be with you so many times and it just doesn’t work.”

I felt as if I was slapped in the face. He didn’t want me anymore, and I didn’t understand why. There weren’t any signs, Bucky would tell me how much he loves me every night, and now, I just don’t understand. It makes no sense to me. I stood in the room, my knees wanting to give way. “Did you ever love me?” My voice was soft but broken, the tears may as well have filled my lungs because of the difficulty of breathing. “Are you throwing away everything that we’ve ever had? Every memory that we’ve made? Our home?” My voice got louder and louder but the bubbling of water in the back of my throat stayed, the salty tears dripped and I can’t bring myself to care.

“Don’t you get it?” There wasn’t anything in the first place? Nothing!” Bucky’s voice was raised but even with the noise, the silence of the malice rang through the air. His words didn’t slap me as much as the tone, he was gone. The Bucky I loved was gone and I have no idea how to bring him back.

“So, what was it?” I threw my hands in the air. My face was burning and I had no idea what to do with my body, it was tense and angry. And hurt. “Don’t just sit there, explain.” I tried to catch my breath but it was slow and shaky. “Give me something for fuck’s sake.” My throat was burning from the screaming and the crying. “You owe me that much,” I whispered and Bucky looked up. His eyes were cloudy and dark, nothing like a window to the soul.

“What would you like to hear? That I love you more than the universe will ever know?” My heart skipped and then sank as he continued with his barrage of anger and hatred. “But you know it’s not the truth, deep down you know that I don’t love you and I haven’t for months now.” He pulled his hair up and away from his face and I started to cower away. 

“No, no, don’t say that.” I put my hand to my mouth to try and stop the bile from rising. “Why would you wait so long, then? If you were so unhappy, what took you so fucking long to tell me?” I wanted to hit him, to throw something, to do something to make myself feel better but there wasn’t. There was nothing to patch my heartbreak.

“You wanted the truth, and now you have it. I don’t love you, I never did. It was great at first when we started dating but you aren’t the one, you never have been and you never will be.” Bucky’s voice was calm and level as if he wasn’t breaking my heart over and over again. “I was with you for the laugh. You were a good shag, but that was it, there’s nothing about you that I love. Nothing.” Bucky rose from the bed and walked into the living room and I chased him.

“Then leave.” My voice cracked and I braced myself against the door to stay up. “Just take your shit and leave, don’t come back.” Bucky turned to look at me squarely, he had no emotions on his face. “Once you leave, you’re gone. Don’t ever come back into my life, I want nothing to do with you. Nothing.” 

His walk was slow and he brushed past me on his way to the bedroom. Goosebumps rose on my arm when he touched me but they fell just as quickly as they rose. “Why didn’t you dump me sooner? It’d have saved you all the trouble of moving in with me, of promising a future for the both of us, it’d have saved you from introducing me to your friends.” I had to take a deep breath, he was ignoring me and I just kept talking. “I introduced you to my family. My family. I can’t wait to explain to them that after all of the talk of the future, you weren’t in it for the long haul. You weren’t in it at all.” My body shook from the tears and Bucky was quickly shoving all of his clothing into a duffle bag, not once looking my way.

Part 2 Part 3

lyrically this might be the darkest paramore album yet (except for no friend ‘cause i have no idea what that dude’s mumbling about) and i’m here for it 

Every Night My Teeth Are Falling Out
The Antlers
Every Night My Teeth Are Falling Out

every night my teeth are falling out | the antlers

one bad night i’ll hold the glass
until the glass can hold me down
and one bad night i’ll spill and spill
until my feet begin to drown

(found peter/stiles in my drafts; cage fighting, implied prostitution)

peter finds the place by happenstance. he’s restless, wandering, and pissed, and he’s drawn in by a crowd’s roaring cheers as the sound spills out of an industrial building. there’s a couple huge looking guys on either side of the entrance, but they wave peter in as soon as they look at his face. within seconds, peter’s swallowed up by a wild, shouting mob of people. 

the people are surrounding a cage in the center of the floor, close enough to be rattling the chain link fencing. the floor above them is open in the center so that more people can look over the edge to watch the show. peter has to crane his neck to get a look at the cage, and he does so just in time to see a man deliver an uppercut so harsh that the other fighter’s teeth snap together with a crunch before he crumples backward to the floor, unconscious. the crowd screams in victory, and peter feels a hunger in his chest that roars with them.

peter weaves his way around the cage, watching as another pair of fighters are let into the cage. he gets close enough to see the blood stains on the concrete flooring. he can taste the sweat in the air, and ends up getting pushed back by a hulking bouncer guarding the door to the cage.

“i want to fight,” peter says, pressing in close so the bouncer can hear him.

the bouncer points past peter’s shoulder toward a raised platform at the front of the building. there’s several people seated behind a long table, accepting money and writing down names, having people sign paperwork. peter must have missed it when he first entered.

ten minutes later, peter’s paid his way onto a list of fighters and signed papers that free the club owners from responsibility for injuries. the guy he signs with starts talking about what he gets if he wins his fight, but peter doesn’t care.

he cuts the guy off with a curt, “just get me in the fucking cage.”

Keep reading

Can’t believe the UK threat level has been raised to critical and soldiers are going to be deployed on the streets.

The world is becoming a scarier and scarier place each and everyday.

And it’s all because of some cowardly terrorists who do these horrible things in the name of “religion” when in fact, it is not religion at all and they sully the true meaning of peoples faith by using it as their reasoning for killing innocent people. I hope that fucker from the recent attacks is rotting in hell like he fucking deserves.

I can’t fathom how someone can be so very callous. These victims were kids for fuck sake; trying to enjoy an exciting event. I just… The youngest death so far was an 8 year old girl. I really question humanity sometimes.

My love and thoughts and prayers to the families devastated by the Manchester attacks. It is heartbreaking. RIP. <3

Brain: ok it’s midnight, time to get in bed and sleep Stomach: you know, we COULD do that…orrr we could eat that leftover chicken. Brain: what? No, it’s bedti- Body, already walking into the kitchen to get the chicken: CHICKEN! Brain:

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RvB14.17 thoughts

Okay, regardless of the actual content of the episode, I’m just… really excited that they’ve now established Recursion Shenanigans as a Thing?  Every time we’ve seen bits of the iterations in the memory unit before now they’ve all been relatively plausible, standard (hilarious) Blood Gulch scenarios, but now they’ve just told us that pretty much anything is on the table.  

And these adventures are outside the canon continuity, sure, but they still actually happened, at least to Epsilon, and he would remember them because that’s what he does.  There are just so many possibilities!

Just imagine Church in season 12 or 13, hanging out with Carolina and the guys, and then suddenly he remembers Tucker hitting on Lady Grif and getting shot in the lap and he cracks up laughing and can’t even begin to explain why because where do you start.  Imagine that he’s in the armory with Carolina and they’re trying to get something specific from Double-O Donut, who is just running off on tangents about which gun best compliments her armor and Church starts to wonder what Donut would think of the female version of himself and suddenly the conversation isn’t quite so frustrating.  Imagine all the other things that he saw and experienced in that memory unit, the endless scenarios and adventures that keep him occupied on the quiet nights when everyone is sleeping and he remembers exactly why he’s there.

Imagine that as the war progresses and it becomes clearer to Epsilon that he’s not going to last much longer he realizes that these are things that only he remembers, iterations of friendships that mean so much to him that are going to be lost to time.

Imagine, when everything is over and the guys come back from the Staff of Charon, victorious but not celebrating.  They get their messages and their goodbyes (or lack thereof), and Caboose cradles the little chip that’s all he has left of his Best Friend, takes it back to his room, and activates it and…

“Hey buddy,” the recorded hologram says.  It looks away for a second like it doesn’t know exactly what to say, and then this last memory of Epsilon turns back to him and says: “So remember when we first met and you told me all those ridiculous stories about what you and the guys got up to in the canyon?  Well… I thought I might return the favor…”

And there are so many stories.  So many new stories and adventures for him to listen to, to be a part of, and after a while Caboose isn’t even crying anymore. 


AU where Talia and Aoife are a pair of rag tag adventurers that take on all the extremely risky and dangerous quests that no one dare accept

» w/ @paissa-brat