nobody loves you like i love you

Sometimes I think about how much Anakin and Obi Wan loved and hated each other

Like not really hate but like. Obi Wan probably always resented Qui Gon for wanting to train Anakin when he was pretty much forced to take Obi Wan because nobody else wanted to mentor him??? And at the same time he loved Anakin because it’s not hard to get attached to someone you’re constantly teaching things to and who has gone through so much shit with you

And Anakin looked up to Obi Wan but never really forgot that he resented him and you can tell. Anakin truly loved Obi Wan and wanted so badly to be worthy  of his attention and approval and it was obviously distressing because he knew what Obi Wan thought of him at first and he really thought Obi Wan was still jealous and hurt??? GOD 

anonymous asked:

There are so many pretty girls/boys in the world, and you decided to love the ugliest one... Actually, it was a good choice. Now you will be loved forever, you won't be lonely anymore, no one will ever treat you like shit anymore, nobody will talk to you anymore, nothing will break us apart because I'm here to avoid it. I'll will be always there for you, even if you don't need me. Now don't you dare to run away from me, and assume your choice. Me. You're mine forever now.

nobody likes you,
little miss passing out
on back roads and 
waking up tasting like 
smoke.”
“little miss red lipstick 
from 2009,
red nail polish 
from last year,
and red-rimmed eyes
as of last night.”
“little miss on the
brink of dropping dead.”
“little miss drinking rum
on her memory foam 
death bed.”
her laugh would make
a jester blush,
and she raised the bottle
to the abstract painting 
of her lips.
“you’re wrong,
dearest.
everyone loves me.”
(she hiccuped,
and a giggle
escaped the confines
of her throat.)
“i mean,
i love me
more than red,
more than rum,
more than the strange men
who never loved me at all…”
(her eyes 
failed to carry the weight
of her head and collapsed 
closed.)
“and if I love me,
that is all
that really matters.
—  “little miss loving herself forevermore”
The Fic Writer’s Beatitudes

Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.

Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts.
Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done.
Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work.
Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted.
Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy.
Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive.
Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes.
Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight.
Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.

I remember at first, I was terrified to talk to you everyday. I remember I used to be scared to kiss you, to hug you, to even talk to you. And it was all because I was so frightened of messing it all up, of messing us up. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing, or do the wrong thing, so I did nothing and hoped for the best. As time went on, my confidence lifted up and I came to the realisation that you were in love with me, no matter what I said or did. So I began kissing you without notice, grabbing on and hugging you when I felt like it, talking so much that you had to tell me to shut up. And that’s when I fell for you I suppose, I showed you parts of me that nobody else has seen because I’ve always backed off, but you, you loved me for them. And I suppose I gave off too much because everything got too much for you and you left. Now I’m terrified to even leave my bed because I don’t want to lose somebody like you ever again.
—  I guess I kinda miss you
In the dream, we are strangers knee to knee on a train. It’s the most we ever touch. I still write about you. I still end up here. There is something to be said for a love that refuses to melt. A love stored in the freezer, in a ziplock bag. Stashed behind the ice cube tray. Always waiting to be pulled out. Willing to thaw, to forgive like spring, to pick up right where it left off. You, cradling a phone in the crook of your arm. Me, crying about produce. You call, and I answer. You say, “Do you know what an air traffic control room looks like? All those switches and buttons blinking? When I hear your voice, everything lights up all at once for me. Nobody else does that.” I don’t say anything eloquent. So we’re back on the train, with the knees, only this time you’re looking me in the face and I’m staring out the window. What do you think happens when love gets left out too long?
—  Trista Mateer
Platonic fluff meme!

SENTENCE STARTERS

“I know you’ve been feeling down lately, so I thought I’d keep you company for a while.”
“Do you wanna talk about it or should we just snuggle?”
“Listen… I’m here for you.”
“Hey, guess who loves you? It’s me!”
“I love you more than I love [favourite thing].”
“I could hug you all day.”
“Nobody fucks with my friends. Except me. But that’s different.”
“Hey, I bought you something.”
“Hey, I made you something.”
“You did this for me? Thankyou!”
“You’re my friend, I’m not going to leave you.”
“I’m not just here for good days. I’m here for the bad ones, too.”
“They don’t like you because they don’t know you like I do.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.”
“You’re my favourite person.”
“Have I ever told you how great you are?”
“Do you want to do something together? To take your mind off of it?”
“Look, even my parents love you. You’re amazing.”
“I’m freezing, hold me.”

Secret Admirer

Note: I’ve been sick so I haven’t been able to get too many requests done. but I really enjoyed writing this! I do hope you like it! feedback is welcome! thanks for the request, sweetie .c

Request: Bucky gets jealous and protective when he finds out that a man has been showering you, his wife, with gifts and presents and letters and confronts that man :-D

Originally posted by caps-bucky


If one thing about Bucky was for certain: he despises another male giving you attention. He spent years and years believing nobody could ever love him, and he’d be damned if he let another man swoop in and steal you away, the one who loves him dearly. Though, countless times you’ve assured Bucky that he’s the only man you have eyes on, and you’d never leave him, he was still protective of you. 


Bucky was startled out of his deep slumber early in the morning, to find the postman holding a bouquet of roses, asking for him to sign for them. His stomach twisted and his eyes squinted at the brightly colored flowers.  

“Are you sure this is the right address? I didn’t order flowers.” Bucky always hand picked your flowers, never bought, except on special occasions. You preferred handpicked, enjoying the special meaning behind them a lot more than a floral shop arrangement. But sometimes Bucky would surprise you. This was not one of those times.

The postman nodded and gave Bucky a friendly smile. “Yep! Y/N Y/L/N still lives here, right?” The postman asks, noticing Bucky’s eyes flitting back and forth across his face. “What’s it to you?” Bucky snaps, angrily taking the vase from the postman’s hand.

The postman’s eyes widen and he stands there, shocked. “Just making sure. The floral shop has no time for mistakes.” He said before turning on his heel and rushing away to finish his route.

Bucky sighed heavily as he looked for a note attached to the roses. He wanted to throw them away, maybe even stomp on them and hunt the asshole down and give him a piece of his mind. But instead, he waited patiently for you to finish showering before he acted on his emotions.

He sat them on the kitchen island in your shared apartment, wracking his brain as to who would send you, his wife, such an intimate gift. It couldn’t have been someone from your family; sadly so, you lost connections after being recruited. The guys on the team knew better to pull a prank like this; trying to woo his woman, they knew he’d stop at nothing to make sure every last flower was shoved so far up-

“Ooo, pretty!” Your voice rang through the kitchen as you skipped over to Bucky. Bucky’s heart sank at the sound of the excitement coming from your pretty mouth he loves to kiss so much. “Bucky, you shouldn’t have!” You smiled brightly, leaning over to him and placing a kiss to his cheek.

He frowned at your reaction, knowing how happy you got anytime he ever got you flowers. “I didn’t.” Bucky mumbled with a frown, his tired eyes falling to your hand on his arm. Your eyebrows creased with confusion. Your eyes scanned the bouquet, searching for a card as you twisted the vase around. Only then did you realize there wasn’t one.

“Well, who would’ve sent me these?” You asked softly, nobody coming to mind. Bucky shrugged and you tapped your fingers against the kitchen island. “I don’t like this.” Bucky grumbled before getting off the seat and pacing the kitchen.

You sighed and almost rolled your eyes at him, but even this confused you. “Well, why don’t I take them to the little old lady down the street later?” You offered with a small smile, wanting to get these away from Bucky before the vase was thrown into the wall. Or worse, into the head of the person that sent them.

Bucky nodded and looked over at you, his heart warming at the sight of your still wet hair and bright eyes. He never understood how someone could look so beautiful without even trying. So no, he was not about to let someone else see you this way.

You walked over to him and pulled him into you, your arms wrapping around his waist. Bucky held you close and he pressed his lips on the top of your head. His metal hand grasped at your shirt, the desperation to keep you in his arms evident in his actions. “I know you’re worrying. Don’t.” You whispered, looking up at Bucky, your chin resting on his torso.

His hand caressed your cheek and you smiled, causing one of his own to form on his lips.


It had been a week since the flower situation. Bucky didn’t dwell on it, but he was still alert when the postman would stop by. Bucky had been gone all morning, meeting up with Steve for the day. You were lounging around at home, working on a painting for your local art class, before you heard the doorbell ring.

You smiled and set down your paintbrush, wiping the paint on your hands onto your smock. You ran to the door and half expected to see Bucky, but knew he wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, and you were met with the postman.

“Hi Charlie!” You said with a smile, taking your letters from his outstretched hand. Charlie then pulled out a box, handing it to you. “What’s this?” You asked, inspecting the small box. “Not sure, sweetie. Sign here.” He said with a smile, offering you his pen and his clipboard. You quickly signed for the box and waved to Charlie before going back inside.

The box felt light and didn’t have any information on it except for your address. Placing the letters in the small mail slot near your door, you examined the box, lifting it to your ear as you gently shook it.

You couldn’t hear anything so you went to the kitchen to carefully open it with a knife. Light blue gift paper stuck out as you lifted the flaps open and you creased your eyebrows. This paper looks familiar.

You pulled it out and gasped, seeing a Tiffany & Co. business card on top of a light blue box with white satin ribbon tied around it, a bow sitting on the lid. You grasped the box and opened it, seeing a bracelet catching the sunlight, shining brightly in a ray of rainbow colors.

“Who are you?” You whispered. First the roses and now an expensive piece of jewelry? You had no clue who would be sending you things like this. You were sure Bucky was going to freak after seeing this. Gently placing the bracelet back inside of the box, you left it there so you could finish painting.

A few hours passed, and you had finished your project. The door suddenly opened, heavy boots being taken off made you smile.

Bucky stepped into view and you squealed, running up to him. You always felt so happy when he got home. “Bucky!” You giggled, running straight into his arms. Bucky chuckled and caught you, twirling you around before capturing your lips with his.

You smiled into the kiss as Bucky held you closer. He smelled like shampoo and aftershave from his shower this morning, with a hint of vanilla. Bucky set you down and held your cheeks in his hands, smiling down at you.

“You’ve got paint in your hair.” Bucky said with a laugh, his fingers trying to clean it off. You flapped his hands away and giggled. You suddenly remembered the little box you got earlier and you gasped. “Oh yeah! Another box came.” You said, walking away from Bucky. His demeanor changed immediately, jealousy and anger settling into his chest.

“What is it? Who is it from? Did they leave a note?” He bombarded you with questions as he ganged up on your heels into the kitchen. You grabbed the box and opened it, getting the bracelet out again.

You held it out for Bucky to see and he looked at it, his eyebrows creasing. “Okay, this it getting out of hand already. I’m gonna find this punk and give him a piece of my mind.” Bucky growled, taking the bracelet from you. “This is the last fucking straw!“ He yelled, his loud voice echoing through the hallway before he turned into the living room.

You sighed and looked up at him. “Bucky, it could be harmless.” You explained, trying to catch up to Bucky as he turned away from you, his shoulders visibly tensing. He scoffed and shook his head. “Harmless? Another man is sending you gifts, Y/N!” Bucky exclaimed, turning to you and you got into the room.

Another sigh fell from your lips and you walked over to Bucky, pulling him into your arms. He stood still, his hand gripping tightly onto the bracelet. “I will figure out who this is, and I can’t promise I’ll be nice about it.” Bucky grumbled, his arms moving to wrap around your shoulders.


It’s been two weeks now and you’ve received another bouquet of roses and another piece of expensive jewelry, without a note of who it could be from. Bucky made many attempts at tracking the person down, but you hoped they would stop before he could hurt someone.

Suddenly, you heard the postman at the door. You rushed to the door, beating Bucky to it so he wouldn’t take any of this out on someone innocent. Luckily he was still in the kitchen. You opened the door and smiled at the postman, asking him how his morning has been so far.

“Rather lovely! Here’s your mail!” Charlie said with a chipper voice, his hand holding a few letters out to you. You took them with a smile and said goodbye. Charlie returned your smile before heading back down the walkway, his bag slung over his shoulder.

You shifted through the letters as you walked back inside, kicking the door shut behind you. Most of the letters were simple bills, but a purple colored envelope with your name written in cursive on it caught your attention.

You were nervous to open it, you never really got any letters from anyone personally. You used to when you first became an Avenger, but now, it was rare. Maybe this was one of those times. You only hoped so, so Bucky wouldn’t freak out. But as you opened the envelope and pulled out the letter, your eyes raking down the message, your accusations were wrong.

Bucky walked in with an unreadable expression as he crossed over and behind you, looking down at the letter over your shoulder.

Dear Y/N, I hope you’ve enjoyed the gifts! I was scared to face you, but I’d like to meet up with you! If it’s okay with you, you can meet me at-” Bucky ripped the letter from your hands as he read the address and he laughed. “Is this idiot serious right now!?” He shouted as he stared down at you. You gave him a small shrug.

Whoever wrote the letter wanted you to meet them at noon at some coffee shop. “Bucky, please, don’t do anything you’ll regret.” You pleaded, looking up at a rather angry man. Bucky’s jaw clenched and he slipped on his baseball cap.

“I don’t know who this is, you are not coming with me. It could be a trap and they could hurt you, they could-” Bucky rushed and you quickly stepped onto your toes and shut him up with a kiss. “I’m going with you. I’ll be okay. I just need to make sure you don’t make a scene.” You said with a small smile.

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed heavily. He looked back at you and shook his head gently. “I swear, he’s dead.” Bucky grumbled, grabbing your hand and making his way to the destination.

You took your time looking around the city, the sun shining brightly and a few birds flying around every now and then. Other than all of this, it was a nice day out. As you walked towards the coffee shop, you saw a familiar face standing outside, the man looking down at his watch.

You gasped as you realized who it was. It was your art partner, Riley. Was he the one that was sending you all of those gifts? “No way.” You whispered, catching Bucky’s attention. “Is that him?” Bucky asked as he caught sight of the man and immediately bolted towards him. “Hey! Punk!” Bucky yelled out, his metal hand whirring as he tightened his fist.

Riley’s head snapped towards you and Bucky, his eyes widening just in time for Bucky to lunge at him. Bucky grabbed Riley by his shirt and lifted him off of the ground. “So you’re the guy that’s been sending my wife gifts and love letters!?” Bucky yelled at Riley, moving to shove him against the brick building.

You stood back as you watched, your heart racing fast. “Bucky!” You yelled after him, noticing a few people slowly walk by as they took in the scene. The last thing you wanted was for Bucky to end up on the news channel for lashing out on someone in the public eye, so you knew you had to do something.

Rushing over to Bucky, you grabbed his arm. He was breathing heavily as he dropped Riley to the ground. Riley was pretty shaken up and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. “Bucky, let me talk to him. He’s from my art class.“ You said softly, moving to help Riley up. Bucky scoffed and looked at you bewildered. “Are you serious, Y/N!?” Bucky yelled out.

Riley stood back up and looked between you and Bucky. “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. I didn’t mean any harm. She never mentioned a boyfriend.” Riley explained nervously. You let out a sigh. “I told you about Bucky, remember? He’s my husband.” You said, moving towards Bucky again. He pulled you into his side protectively.

Riley’s eyebrows creased. “I’ve never seen a ring.” He commented. You lifted up your left hand, the diamond shining in the sunlight. A soft ‘oh’ fell from his lips. Bucky pushed you behind him as he walked forward. Riley took a cautious step backward. “Listen, man, it’s only a misunderstanding.” He squeaked, holding his hands up.

Bucky snarled at him and turned back to you, quickly pulling you away without another word. You didn’t dare look back at Riley, no matter how bad you felt. He was really nice and welcomed you into the art class with a warm gesture. But you never thought he’d be your secret admirer.

You never wore your ring to art class after the first day, you almost had it snagged off by your smock. Bucky was silent most of the way home and you weren’t sure what to say. He left your side as soon as you stepped into the door, and went straight to the bedroom.

You followed after him, watching him closely. Bucky didn’t look angry anymore. His shoulders were slumped and his eyes held a sadness you’ve never seen before.

“Are you okay?” You asked quietly as you moved to stand in front of Bucky. His head was hanging low and he shook it, his hair framing his face under his cap. You lifted his chin up with your finger and looked into his eyes. “Talk to me, baby.” You whispered, noticing his blue eyes had grown a light shade of grey.

Bucky sighed and moved his hands to your waist, his thumbs digging into your skin. “It’s just-the thought of someone else feeling how I feel about you-it scares me.” Bucky mumbled, leaning into your hand on his cheek. You smiled gently and took off his cap, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Hey, come on, I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere.” You said, pressing more kisses to his face.

After a few more, Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled you onto him and fell onto his back on the mattress as you straddled him. You looked down at Bucky, letting your noses graze one another’s in an eskimo kiss. “You know I love you, James.” You said, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “Even when you’re jealous.” You added with a sly smirk.

Bucky pulled you closer, his metal hand keeping you in place. “I love you, too. Wait- no, I am not jealous.” He deadpanned, a hint of truth behind his words. You giggled and kissed his lips. You pulled away too soon for his liking and he groaned, rubbing his hands along your lower back. “You are.” You said, kissing his lips again.

“Am not.” Kiss. “Are too.” Kiss. “Am not.” Kiss. “Fuck, can you blame me?” Bucky asked as he rolled on top of you, moving his hands underneath your shirt. You smiled and let out a breathy giggle. “Just kiss me.” You whispered, pulling him down by his collar. “Gladly.” He mumbled against your lips.

Note: yikes, I hope this doesn’t suck! .c

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i love you, i hate you rp meme
  • “feeling used, but i’m still missing you”
  • “just wanna feel your kiss against my lips”
  • "i can’t see the end of this”
  • “it hurts me every time i see you”
  • "all this time is passing by, and i still can’t seem to tell you why”
  • “i hate you”
  • “i love you”
  • “i hate that i love you”
  • “i realise how much i need you”
  • "you want her, you need her”
  • “i don’t want to, but i can’t put nobody else above you.”
  • “and i will never be her.”
  • “i miss you when i can’t sleep.”
  • “i still got sands in my sweater from nights we don’t remember.”
  • “fucked around and got attached to you.”
  • “do you miss me like i miss you?”
  • “you wouldn’t like that shit.”
  • "friends can break your heart too.”
  • “i’m always tired, but never of you.”
  • “i got these feelings but you never mind that shit.”
  • “you’re still in love with me, but your friends don’t know.”
  • “i don’t mean no harm.”
  • “you ever wonder what we could’ve been?”
  • “if you wanted me, you would just say so.”
  • “you say you wouldn’t and you fucking did.”
  • “lie to me.”
  • “lie with me.”
  • “if i were you i would never let me go,”
  • “now all my drinks and my feelings are all fucking mixed.”
  • “i know that i control my thoughts”
  • “always missing people that i shouldn’t be missing.”
  • “i guess this is moving on.”
  • “i should stop reminiscing.”
  • “i learned from my dad it’s good to have feelings.”
  • “sometimes you gotta burn some bridges just to create some distance”
  • “everyone i do right does me wrong”
  • “all alone, i watch you watch her”
  • “you don’t care, you never did”
  • “she’s the only girl you ever see”
  • “how is it you never notice that you are slowly killing me?”
  • “you don’t give a damn about me”

*feel free to change the words to fit your muse!

The Signs as ÷ Lyrics

Aries - She is the flint that sparks the lighter, and the fuel that will hold the flame // Hearts Don’t Break Around Here

Taurus - Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you, but ain’t nobody love you like I do // Happier

Gemini - You know we are made up of love and hate, but both of them are balanced on a razor blade // What Do I Know

Cancer - Offered up my shoulder just for you to cry upon; gave you constant shelter and a bed to keep you warm. They gave me the heartache and in return I gave a song // Save Myself

Leo - Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know. She shares my dreams; I hope that someday I’ll share her home // Perfect

Virgo - Someone told me always say what’s on your mind, and I am only being honest with you, I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time // Bibia Be Ye Ye

Libra - I never worried about the king and crown ‘cause I found my heart upon the southern ground // Nancy Mulligan

Scorpio - I walked her home then she took me inside, finish some Doritos and another bottle of wine // Galway Girl

Sagittarius - I fell in love with the sparkle in the moonlight reflected in your beautiful eyes. I guess that is destiny doing it right // Barcelona

Capricorn - I guess if you were Lois Lane, I wasn’t superman: just a young boy trying to be loved // New Man

Aquarius - You’re a mystery; I have travelled the world, and there’s no other girl like you, no one // Dive

Pisces - I’ll be taking my time, spending my life falling deeper in love with you. So tell me that you love me too // How Would You Feel (Paean)

S A P P H I C  S O N G S

jessie’s girl // mary lambert | whatever you like // anya marina | can’t help falling in love // hayley reinhart | girls like girls // hayley kiyoko | midway // bad bad hats | night go slow // catey shaw | i do adore// mindy gledhill | jenny // studio killers | you picked me // a fine frenzy | nobody love // tori kelly | sing to me // mary lambert | she keeps me warm // kat robichaud | sum of our parts // mary lambert | i love you // beatrice eli | she // jen foster | skinny love // birdy | everyone is gay // a great big world | explosion // zolita | i didn’t just kiss her // jen foster | only a girl // gia | boyfriend // tegan and sara | ghost // halsey | girlfriend // icona pop | tee shirt // birdy

+{ listen }

Another good prompt @rowendarkholme! What came to my mind with this AU was teen!lock. Hope that works for you! ;)


“You’re such a baby,” Eurus groaned with a roll of her eyes as she shoved her brother. “I see the way you stare at Molly like an idiot every time she comes over to study.”

“I do not,” Sherlock whispered between gritted teeth, obviously terrified his sister’s friend would hear, seeing as she was only a few meters away, reading under a tree. “Besides, isn’t Jim Moriaty-”

“He’s not the one who makes her blush and forget how to speak coherently,” Eurus cut in with weary laugh. “Leave Jim to me, stop listening to Mycroft, get out of your own head, and go ask her out!”

Sherlock stared at his sister, and then over at Molly, and then back at his sister. “Alright, fine,” he spat out and jumped up, propelled by sibling peer pressure, which Eurus always did excell at.

Eurus smiled proudly to herself as she watched him approach an instantly smiley Molly Hooper. “Thank God, finally! Was beginning to think I’d have to lock them up together in a cement room or something…”

When a single word triggers a kpop song

Wow- 🎶Fantastic Baby Dance wooo ooo I wanna dance dance🎶
Fire - 🎶Fire Fire. When I wake up in my room🎶 or 🎶My love is on fire🎶
Sorry- 🎶Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry🎶
Call me - 🎶Call me baby Call me Baby🎶
Monster - 🎶You can call me monster. I’m creeping in your heart babe🎶
Dora- 🎶dora Dora Dora… I wanna let you go🎶
Mama- 🎶Careless Careless shoot anonymous anonymous heartless mindless no one who care about me🎶or 🎶Mama just let me be your love🎶
Rain 🎶rainism🎶
Ugly 🎶 I think I’m ugly and nobody wants to love me just like her I wanna be pretty🎶
Good Luck - 🎶Aoa🎶
Hears a howl or even the word wolf - 🎶Chogiwa🎶
Red light- 🎶fx🎶

I’m alone
i’m unwanted
i’m undesired
i’m worthless
i’m a burden
i’m a freak
i’m an anomaly
i’m the problem

“you’re not alone. you are loved. I’ll always be here for you”