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30 Days of Call the Midwife: Day 19

Day 19: Least Favorite Male

There’s no picture of him because we never actually meet him, but OMG I FRICKEN HATE GERALD. Back when I was invested in Jenny’s love life, I loathed Gerald. Like, we don’t even meet you. You are a disembodied voice who is just here to screw things up and be annoying and your existence hurts my precious Jimmy boy. No. NO. 

did you know you can blacklist on ao3 with -”pairing/tag/fandom/whatever” 

and if you want more than one thing blacklisted, separate with a comma like -”pairing1/pairing1,” -”pairing2/pairing2,” -”annoying fandom idk”

pros and cons of being pansexual

pros

-so many dating options 

-everyone is attractive

-so. many. hot. people.

-not worrying about having to change gender or pronouns in song lyrics

-being free to date who you like

-not being restricted by gender

- the sense of relief when you finally find a label you identify with

-being part of the lgbtq+ community

-sometimes when you come out you’re also educating people about it and idk it’s really nice to hear people saying ‘oh i didn’t know about that. wow that’s really cool’

-the pan flag is really aesthetically pleasing??

cons

-everyone is attractive

- ‘so you like pans lol?’

- people not taking you seriously

-no one knowing what pansexual is

- ‘so you’re bisexual’

-being afraid to come out to some family members because the term is a relatively new thing and they could react badly

- ‘that’s not a thing’

- people assuming you want to date them ??

- being excluded by some parts of the lgbtq+ community because apparently you’re not queer enough??

- not being taken seriously

- some straight people will make fun of you, especially when you come out

-coming out

-the pan jokes

White Lies: Part 7

A Bucky x Reader / Fake Dating AU Series

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A/N: Okay, ya’ll. Here is part 7. It’s a bit longer than most other parts, but there was a lot to explain :/ I hope you guys like it, even though I know you’ll be screaming at me. (It’s fine, I enjoy it) I guess I should’ve warned from the start that this was gonna be a slow burn. Thank you all, again, for the amazing love and support for this series. I hope this part doesn’t let you down. Please let me know what you think. I thrive on your asks, reblogs, and replies ♥

Word Count: 1,9111

Warnings:
- Bucky is still a shithead.
- You probably won’t like Natasha Romanoff after this.
- language, I think.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

“Oh… my god,” Bucky muttered dramatically under his breath, tugging at his already tousled hair. His eyes darted from you, to the woman who had just burst your happy bubble. Your eyes were fixed on her, and hers on you. In your mind, you were wild west style dueling her; standing in the middle of a desolate street, dust and tumbleweeds scattering around you in the wind. Your finger was itchy for the trigger, ready to draw, and god damn it if you weren’t gonna strike first. There was no way you were laying down and dying on this one.

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remember that sidgeno universe swap AU headcanon i made from way back, like married-to-Geno-professor in Russian Lit Sidney somehow gets swapped with NHL Sidney in the universe where Sidney is the Captain of the Pens while driving to PPG Paints Arena with his toddler son so they can pick up Geno and go out for lunch or something. Anyways, when Sidney and son walk through those doors, they cross the border into the NHL universe.

“Woah, Sid, I was joking about stealing a child,” Flower says, when he sees Sidney, holding Evan in his arms. “You didn’t…actually steal him, did you?”

“You’re not that funny, Marc-Andre,” Sidney says, rolling his eyes. “Where’s Geno?”

“‘Marc-Andre’?” Flower echoes. “Where the hell did that come from?”

“Just tell me where he is,” Sidney says. “Evan’s hungry.”

“Hungry,” the child in Sidney’s arm says. “Daddy, want macnchee.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” Sidney coos, nuzzling his nose against the child’s. “We’re gonna find Papa and then we can go get something to eat.”

“Woah, what?” Flower gapes, trailing quickly behind Sidney, as Sidney walks briskly towards the rink. “Sid, is that your son. What the hell is going on?”

“I’m not in the mood for–Geno, there you are! I’ve called you like twice but you didn’t pick up.” Sidney sets Evan down, and Evan totters towards Geno, latching onto his ankle. “You ready to go?”

“Go?” Geno repeats, staring at the child, then back up at Sidney. “Who this?”

Sidney lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Geno, look, I’m hungry, Evan’s hungry, I just want to get to the restaurant as soon as possible and then finish writing the midterm for next week–”

“What are you talking about, Sid? What midterm? Why you not dressed for practice?”

Evgeni. Cut it out with the antics,” Sidney says sharply in Russian. The rookies look up with wide-eyes. “I know we’ve been fighting about our schedules, but this isn’t the time for that conversation. You’re behaving like a child. Can we just please go?”

What the hell is happening here?” Tanger says, toweling off his hair. “Why’s Sidney speaking Russian?”

Sidney sucks in a breath. “Can I just have one conversation with my husband without getting interrupted every other word? God.” He counts to five in his mind, then opens his eyes. Jake had dropped his water bottle. Geno is staring at him, mouth slightly open. “What? Why’s everyone staring at me?”

Want: A semi-humorous fic where Thor and Loki are in an arranged marriage, and they have their wedding day (and night) and all that and Loki was super agreeable the entire time…but the truth is that for years Jotunheim has been grooming Loki specifically to assassinate Thor

So Loki tries over and over to find chances to kill Thor somewhat discreetly, but it somehow fails every time, and of course Thor is like blindingly friendly and loving toward his new spouse and has no clue what Loki’s up to (not to mention the sex is fantastic and Loki can’t help but enjoy it). Soon Loki catches feelings and his assassination attempts get more and more sparse, and his family is like ‘wtf are you doing kill him, you’ve been prepping for this for centuries’, and eventually Loki’s attempts are really lazy/half-hearted and he realizes he’s messing up on purpose…

Building off the last post and knowing Rick’s approach to dealing with situations he’s ruined beyond all repair….

I like to think there was an occasion where Rick showed up at the Mystery Shack out of the blue, acting unusually affectionate. Bordering on clingy, even. Stan didn’t really mind and though he could probably tell something was up, he figured asking Rick about it was a waste of time, so he decided to just enjoy his company.

The two of them were just relaxing in the evening, watching TV or something, when the sound of a portal opening came from outside and another Rick walked in, looking surprised and annoyed to see a version of himself already there. And the Rick that showed up a few days ago looked up, also surprised, and said “oh…shit. You’re still alive, huh?”

ok, im such a fan of Touch Starved Virgil and the Soft Boys, but heres a concept:

instead of virgil melting at contact because oh my thats nice what about, instead, recoiling? its too much, get it away, why are you in mY BUBBLE BUZZ OFF!!! 

because thats how i am after going ages with minimal to no contact. im used to the isolation, and anything unsolicited is a direct affront to my entire existence. its prickly and sharp and frankly annoying when suddenly people get even casually touchy with me. 

so give me that. give me aggressive virgil. give me virgil who is caught off guard and is nasty. give me virgil who cant quite pinpoint Why hes so snarly and rude recently (after the others make it their “mission” to fix how touch starved he is) and since he can’t figure it out he cant really stop being awful to the others. give me venomous insults and rude dismissals. 

give me logan so baffled because we started slow and sparse so as not too overwhelm him whats happening? give me roman just as annoyed and frustrated as virgil because virgil is just rude and crass with us when we try to be nice so what’s the point? give me patton confused and sad because virgil is being mean when i try to love him what am i doing wrong~? give me thomas vaguely aware that hes more averse to contact than usual but doesn’t know its due to the internal drama. give me miscommunication and high emotions over something seemingly trivial.

give me frustration and confusion.

“I know you’re going to throttle me if I ask, but I kind of have to. Did you try turning it on and off again? I feel like this time will be different.”

“My purpose of existence is to annoy you, so get used to it.”

“Stop rushing me or your new arm is going to get the ugliest color palette I can think of.”

“I want to quit- I don’t want to be used as a weapon anymore.”

“Why must you make me smile? Can’t I just be sad, even for a little?”

“You want my knowledge? You pay for it.”

I can’t say I’m all that sad about not having you in my life anymore. You were a leech. You took what you could get from me and left when you had your fill of my existence. Nostalgia is annoying. It keeps telling me about how things were great, it keeps making me miss the moments we shared that weren’t real moments at all, at least not for you. Now that I see you clearly, life makes a little bit more sense. Things are sweet, but there’s a part of me that misses you - the idea of you. There’s a part of me that’s bitter.
—  NaPoWriMo Day 26 - Bittersweet // Maxwell Diawuoh

Is there a ship name for Penny/Eliot/Quentin?  Because we have Quentin, Queliot, and Pennyroyal, but lbr friends, the solution here is polyamory.

Because imagine

Penny and Eliot tag-teaming to destroy anyone who hurts their little bruised flower

Eliot and Quentin tag-teaming to tease Penny about literally anything until Penny is like “that’s it I’m breaking up with both of you, find a new jackass to round out your threesome” and Eliot and Q are grinning like “you know you love us”

and Penny is like “no I hate you, you’re the bane of my existence, I have literally never met anyone more annoying than the two of you in the same room”

and Eliot is like “Oh baby, tell me more, you make me so hot with your dirty talk”

and Penny is just “I really, really hate you”

and Eliot is like “Well, since you broke up with us, I guess I’ll just have to get Quentin to suck me off now that you’ve gotten me so hot and bothered.”

and Quentin is like “I mean, I’m not going argue” and he starts putting the moves on Eliot, but like, deliberately giving Penny a show, and Penny is practically vibrating out of his skin in less than a minute

and then Penny grabs Q, turns him around, kisses him, and then pins him against Eliot and kisses Eliot over Q’s shoulder, and Quentin is like “what, I thought you were leaving us”

and Penny just goes “Shut up asshole”

Warm - hearted

 

Title: Warm - hearted  

Pairing: Peter Quill x reader

Words: 2.5K +

Warnings: after Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2. Angst, romantic, funny lines.

Summary: after Yondu’s funeral, the reader can’t find the courage to talk to Peter, because she almost lost him thanks to Ego, so Gamora speaks with her in order to make her discuss it with Peter. But there’s also more than this.  

Notes: I just needed to write something about Peter, after I’ve read this beautiful story https://fanfic-shiz.tumblr.com/post/160427156726/theories-peter-quill by https://fanfic-shiz.tumblr.com. Thanks for inspiring me x Feedback is always appreciated! 

 

His words were stuck in her head. She kept reliving that scene, again and again, in her mind. She felt like throwing up endless times in those two days. She couldn’t sleep, because the memories were always with her. She knew him and thinking that a person who she talked to, she fought side by side, was dead… that nauseated her. But mostly, what really upset her, was that he was important to one of her friends and there was nothing she could do to make him feel better. He was real, one day and the day after that, he was just… gone. She knew the feeling, because that’s what hit her when her friend didn’t come back on the ship. The fear, the pain in her bones, the burning in the contours of her eyes, full of red blood for being so tired, she felt them all in those minutes in which she believed he was dead and he was never coming back.

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