not in those shoes

“Is it so terrible for me to want to feel like I have a purpose, like I mean something to someone?”

The search for purpose was a journey Kara knew well. Like the pages of a well worn novel or the soles of those one of a kind shoes that Kara wore everywhere because nothing felt as right.

To lack a defined purpose was the unspoken norm, swept under carpets and locked away in narrow hall closets.

Searching for purpose felt a lot like loneliness, anger, uncertainty and anguish. It felt as if something just wasn’t right and shame on her for not knowing. In a room full of smiling faces - full of laughter and friendships and ‘I love yous’ - it was foreboding and exiling.

Alex was never supposed to understand that search.

“But you do, Alex, you mean everything to me.”

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taekook in run bts! - ep.16

Character for Finnish lore themed d&d campaign.

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People will say Junkrat is the new Jared Leto-like bad guy with a crazed super edgy fandom like the Once-Ler once had.

But in truth Junkrat is probably as villainous as this guy

Originally posted by thisisaterriblewaytostartastory

Originally posted by the-disney-elite

It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 1/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match! 

Word Count: 1,723

A/N: This is already planned out and written (in my head). I loved writing this.

Originally posted by imaginingbucky


Nat raised a brow, a mysterious curve to her smile. Steve was immediately suspicious. He felt his shoulders stiffen and his back straighten. He knew he looked like he had a stick up his ass, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Natasha looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, and wanted to get caught.

“You left your phone on the coffee table,” she said. Her tone was relaxed, which made Steve more nervous.

His eyes narrowed. “What did you do, Romanoff?” he questioned, broad arms crossing over an equally-broad chest.

She merely shrugged before she turned her right-hand palm-up and relaxing it. Steve’s phone was revealed. “See for yourself.”

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