now i will go and hide

can i just take a moment to express my love and appreciate for the important that is jyn erso? like, of course not every review will be spectacular and of course not everyone is gonna to like every single character. but i feel like the people who really drag jyn are missing something very core to her character.

i feel like the reviews and tumblr posts annoyed with jyn expected to go to rogue one and watch a movie about a white savior, not white behavior. they say her political apathy was pathetic — even harmful to the representation of ( white ) women. but what they don’t realize ( or do and that’s why they don’t like her ) is that jyn represents them every time they think or say “not my problem” to someone who isn’t cis and white. like, the number of times i’ve had the real world equivalent of “it’s not a problem if you don’t look up” flung in my face is immeasurable. 

some of her detractors wanted her to be perfect from the beginning. to be this badass woman who has a vague enough personality for them to insert themselves and a moral compass that always makes her right from the start. they wanted jyn to make them feel good, not reflect upon uncomfortable.

especially since jyn is expendable. cassian makes it real damn clear in the book that his mission is unhindered if she dies. if jyn died at any point after delivering her father’s message, the mission would not have been compromised. more difficult? heck yes. but impossible? not at all. so jyn isn’t “the only one who can save us” type of hero. she’s a hero by choice. i think after jedha she realized that she can’t exist outside of existence. that not looking up only works until the ground is literally destroyed beneath your feet. that her apathy can only shield her for so long. and i think that shield is something a lot of audience members, especially white audience members, share with her. and they don’t like thinking about it.

rogue one wasn’t the feel good star wars movie a lot of people were expecting. and its leading lady wasn’t the feel good self insert they wanted. jyn is the story of how inaction is still action. and that heroism is not a birthright, it’s earned.

i don’t know, maybe it’s a mix of reading this post and the inauguration that i needed to express my feely feels for jyn. because goddamn it, i wish the world had more brave baes like her around so maybe i wouldn’t be so scared. 

True Friends

Summary: Reader has been bulied since elementary school by Liz Allen, Peter had a crush on Liz, Peter and Reader argue.

Warnings: a little angst i guess? a bit of fluff, CURSES, reader self-loathing and being a lil depressed (Also know if you  ever feel like that yourself, my twitter is @winterszIdier so please talk to me about it, i’m all ears, and i’m sure you are amazing the way you are).

A/N: First things first, idk how’s Liz personality bc I didn’t read the HQ’s that she appears, and in the Homecoming trailer we can barely know anything about the character so this is just a imagine, just so you guys know i didn’t mean to offend the ones that like Liz.

Originally posted by heartbreakhur

“Oh, so that’s how it goes now? You just go and make out with the girl that bullied your best friend since elementary school and you just hide that like it’s nothing important!”

    I was shouting, it wouldn’t surprise me if the guys at the corner of the block could hear us, I was pissed. First of all, my so-called best friend made out with the girl who’d been making my life hell since I can remember, and second, maybe worst of all, I was the last one to know. Maybe that was why some people looked at me with pity at school since last week. Everybody already knew, and I was just not ready to held this bomb.

“Y/N! You’re overreacting! That’s exactly why I didn’t want you to know about it!”

“Oh, well, that make things better, doesn’t it? So what, you were going to date her, and marry her, and have kids but you’d be like “oh no, they’re not mine and Liz’s”

“What the hell you’re talking about?” He raised his voice and tears filled my eyes.

“You know, I’d rather if you’d had just told me, it would be so much less painful than it is right now, last week, I was getting pity eyes from everyone at school, even from Flash! And I had no idea why, if you had just told me, I could have prepared myself and we wouldn’t need to have this right now”

“Y/N, I know what happened to you in the past, believe me, she changed-”

“No, she didn’t Peter, and I am the only one who can know that” I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore “I passed years and years of my life being abused by her, being told I was ugly, I wasn’t smart, I wasn’t enough, I couldn’t do anything right.. I guess she was right, about all this things after all, huh?” I let a ironic chuckle out “I’ll never be as pretty as Liz is, even if get good grades she’ll always remind me of my failures, I wasn’t enough for you, I can’t keep this friendship right now, God, why am I even here?” I laugh dryly “She would take away everything I love, and now she took the trust I used to have on you and you yourself”

    Peter didn’t say anything, he just looked at me with the same pity eyes I had seen in different faces past week, maybe there was a little hurt too, but I didn’t see that. I had no idea of what would be out of us right now, or how would I go to school, life was a mess.

“I better just leave” I get up from his bed and take my backpack from the floor “Don’t worry about the history project, I’ll finish it and send it to May, I’m sure you can submit it by yourself”

    I left before he could say anything else. My head was hurting and my eyes propably red as they can be. Things would be so much more different right now. I couldn’t even imagine all the things the team would ask me when I get to the compound like this.

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

“Look, if you don’t wanna talk about this, I’m not asking”

“Good, I don’t wanna talk about it” I knew I was being a little too harsh on Steve, he was just worried, but I couldn’t help it.

“What are you doing?” He asks as I put some clothes on a small gripsack.

“I need some days off… Of everything and everyone”

“Where are you going to?”

“Wade offered me a place at his house, I’m staying with him for a couple of days, just to cool my mind”

“You’re going to Canada…” He trails off. I stop packing my things and look at him, he had this look that assembles to a kicked puppy, it hurts. I walk to him and hug him.

“I’m going to be back before you miss me” I say softly in his ear.

“What if I already do, will you stay?”

“You know you don’t have to be so protective of me, I can take care of myself and you know it! Besides, I’m gonna be with Deadpool, the guy is insane! He might not let even a bug come near me” He just chuckles at it, I knew I had him on the ropes right there “It’s just something I have to do, okay?”

“I’ll help you pack your stuff” He nods.


    I had been with Wade in a couple of situations. First, he saved me from Weapon X, that’s the place I got my powers, I was what the mitology chracterize as a nymph, and I used to be called by the name of Maleficent, pretty original, anyway the name stuck. When Francis kidnapped Vanessa, I helped him, and now here I am, seeing him again because of a stupid broken heart. I felt hopeless.

“Hey Y/N!” Someone shouts when I left the arrival lounge, it was Weasel. Of course Wade wouldn’t come and pick me up.

“Hi Weasel!” I hug him and he takes my baggage “Thanks”

“No problem, so, may I ask what happened that was so bad back in the U.S?”

“Teenage problems” I shrug “I just needed someone to make me forget about it and make me laugh, for real, no one back in there would do that, they would just bombard me with questions and judgment, the one who could do that is actually the one I’m running away from”

“Ah, I see, sorry, life sucks”

“You can say that again”

    The way to Wade’s house is filled with a kind of therapy session by Weasel and the taxi driver, I soon enough found out his name was Dopinder, and Wade trusted him, so everything was fine. They didn’t touch in my subject, but either way, I know they were trying to make me spill the beans, and I only wanted to do that with a bowl full of ice cream and with Wade soon telling me “Fuck him” or something like that.

“Hey beastie!” Wade shouted when he saw me. I smiled.

“Hey scrotal sac!” He gives me a tight hug.

“Aaa, look at how pretty you have grown!”

“Ah, well, thank you” I flushed, didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Let’s get inside, you’ll tell me everything that happened and I’ll make you forget about it, what about we kick some asses after that?”

“Steve would be so dissapointed…” I trailed off a little “But he’s not here! Deal!”

    I laugh and he takes me inside, thanking Dopinder for bringing me and asking Weasel to get us something to eat. 

    I don’t think I ever talked so much like I did with Wade that night. Of course I couldn’t help it but cry a little, but Wade was there to give me a napkin and make some snark joke about anything so I would laugh. We ate chinese food while talking. When we finished, we stood in an awkward silence before he speaks.

“You know, spider is your best friend, shouldn’t you… I don’t know, sort things out?”

“I don’t know about that Wade, he was my best friend but I certainly wasn’t his, it’s like that saying ‘true friends stab you in the front’, he should have told me instead of hiding”

“I know I can’t change your mind about that, so c’mon, let’s kick some asses, and when we come back, we’ll have ice cream and listen to…” He trails off waiting for me to finish it.

“Wham!” I shout and he laughs.

“That’s my kid, now c’mon”

    It’s been two weeks already, and in this time, my phone was shut off, I didn’t want to see Peter reaching out for me, it would only break my heart. I knew that when I turned it on, it would have messages, voicemails and missed call from him, maybe some from the team, but I’m sure Steve would keep them calm about it.

“What are you doing beastie?” Wade asks after he lefts his room, you guys don’t wanna know what I’ve heard.

“Wondering if I should turn my phone on or not, there’ll be messages from him… Oh, and next time, could you try to keep it down?”

“Hey! You’re at my house, I get to be as comfortable as I want”

“You’re gross”

“Thanks” He sits by my side at the sofa “C’mon, turn this thing on, let’s listen to this together and figure out what should you do”

“Okay” I answer barely above a whisper.

    Just when my lockscreen pop up, someone knocked at the door. Wade wasn’t used to get visits unless he invited them himself, otherwise, he was already gunloaded and ready for a fight.

“Who is it?” I ask.

“I don’t know”

    He take a small gun from under the table and slowly walk to the door. I am stay behind, only getting up and moving my fingers, a green smoke was waving through them. Before he reaches the door, someone knocks again. Wade stays alert and point the gun to the door before opening it and taking whoever was outside by his neck and pressing him again the wall, pointing the gun to his head.

“Who are you? What are doing here? Who sent you? How you find this place? If you don’t answer my questions in five seconds I’ll blow your head”

“Wade! Stop!” He calms a little but still hods the guy against the wall “It’s Peter” I state and he looks at me, and at him, at me back again and at him.

“Oh, that’s awkward, look man, we already know our relationship will be troubled since I already tried to kill you”

“What?” Peter looked confused.

“I’ll leave you two alone, I don’t wanna be in the middle of this melodramatic teenager love scene, you guys know how the cliché goes”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Nevermind! I’ll be in my bedroom” He leaves the room “There’s condom in the shelf!” He shouts. Oh God, how I wish I could kill him.

“Well, that was awkward” He lightly laughs. I only hug my arms and sit back on the sofa. He comes closer.

“Why are you here?” I was trying too hard to be strong right now.

“I missed you…” He was shy, like when we first met, that was weird.

“You have some pictures of us on your phone, why didn’t you see them?”

“Oh, believe me, I did, it was the first thing I would see when wake up and the last one before I sleep, but it wasn’t the same as being with you, for real”

    Fuck Peter, why do you have to be a hopeless romantic.

“I sent you messages, you know?”

“I-I… I was going to check them out right now… I was kind of busy…”

“You cut your hair” He states staring at me.

“What? Oh! Yeah… Wade thought it might helped”

“I liked it” I saw his hand move a little, like he was about to touch me, but then he contained himself from doing so, thinking it would be too forward yet.

“Why are you here, Peter? And I won’t ask how did you find me because I know it was Steve”

“Y/N, I messed up” He starts.

“Really bad!” Wade shouts from his room.

“I know, I should never had done what I did, and worse of all hide it from you, you had no idea how terrible I’ve been with myself these days, Ned gave me a lecture that’ll be in my head for the rest of my life, even Mr Stark scolded me even though he didn’t know what was happening” I let out a soft chuckle “Y/N, I know you may never forgive me for betraying you like I did, it was a dick move-”

“You bet on that!” Wade shouts again.

“I-… I didn’t realize at first what I had put on the line before I already lost it, I was so blinded by the fact that the pretty girl of the school had kissed me, that I might become a little more popular, that I didn’t see you, right in front of me, breaking into pieces”

    He gets on his knees in front of me, his hands were shaking, he looked a little afraid of reaching my hand, scared I would snap out at him. I take his hands on mine instead, caressing its back with my thumbs.

“You know what, it’s okay, don’t worry about it, you don’t need to put yourself this down”

“No! That’s the problem!” He panicks “You’re just, so precious… You’re always trying to put everyone up, but I’ll never forget how down I put you when I did what I did, all the things you said that night, I couldn’t bare hearing you saying them, you self-loathing made my heart break, and I don’t want to know that you feel that way ever again, even if that means I gotta leave you… I just had to see you once again”

   We stay in silence, I didn’t know how to respond to this. Peter was really sorry, but I also was really hurt. I missed him, but I wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea comeback yet.

“What about Liz?” I ask timidly.

“She’s no more something for you to worry about, you know, Ned got so pissed off, he made her trip in an art class and she got all covered up in red paint”

“He didn’t!” I laughed and Peter smiled at me.

“You really came just to say those things to me?” He nods, I give him a side-smile “You know, I meant it what I said, all those things in my mind, they come from lots and lots of years of suffering, it’ll be hard for me to recover the bullying, but I guess I’ll need someone to help me be strong enough to keep going, I also meant it when I said you were one of the things I loved that Liz would stole from me. I love you, Peter Parker”

    His eyes were glossy, but he had a huge smile on his face. He took my hands and planted long kisses on each back. He rested my hands on his chin, looking at me lovingly, his breath was unsteady.

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N”

    I smiled at him, I take one of my hand off of his and caress his hair.

“I know that, people say that ‘if you love someone, let them go, if they love you back, they’ll comeback’, and you did, you came back for me”

    He gets up and kiss me. Even though I might have imagined our first kiss in a less melancolic situation, it couldn’t have been more perfect either. His lips were plum flavored and sucked gently but needy against my lips. I had one hand on his hair and the other one on his chest, I could feel his quick heartbeat against it, it made me smile against his lips. He kissed me, and kissed me, and kissed me. I’m sure by the time we’ve been there, both our lips would be red and swollen. 

Originally posted by coupleaims

That make-out session could’ve lasted more, if it wasn’t for a ‘click’ that scared us.

“Kids, I’ll never understand, at one time they’re fighting, the other they eating each other out”


“Hey when you guys come back can you ask Captain America to sign my shirt? He was my childhood superhero ya’know?”

“God, I really wish I could kill you”

Originally posted by ilikegaystuff

“Hey remember that gun dad bought before we moved here? I’m gonna need to know where he hides it. And don’t worry, I’ll clean everything.”



That’s…. a really weird way to put it Keichi’s mom.

“Make sure you’re not gutted like a fish! That would be super inconvenient!”

If I were in Keichi’s situation I would climb to the roof with the bat and just wait.

Having omni-vision of everything around me would be my first priority.

Well…. glass doors are unfortunately not very good in this situation.

Walking down the hall, knowing it’s my last year. 
Seeing a bunch of faces and all of them seem to be blurry,
That’s because my eyes focus on something else,
That something is the view outside the window,
It’s winter, the snow, covering trees and cold wind,
My mind slips on that slick path I was going,
It slipped and fell to the ground, to the nightmares, 
I tried so hard to hide beneath the layers of flaws,
And now my eyes are shut, they don’t seem to focus,
And if it is said, that they’re the window to soul,
I am not sure I have it anymore in me.

To be completely honest it upset me more to see my best friend eye the bandage on my wrist like it was some sort of monster more than it bothers me that once again I fucked up…. 

The thing is I don’t really know why I did it, I have no reason to and I hadn’t for awhile. I also have no idea why, of all places, I chose my wrist because it’s literally never my wrist because I hate people seeing…. So I really have no idea what I was thinking. 

The worst part is now I have to hide it. I have to try and either wear long sleeves 24/7 which would be great if i actually owned any… or bandaids which makes it a bit more obvious bc all I have left are mickey mouse ones. I guess there’s always the option of “I fell” or something stupid but how the hell is anyone going to believe that perfectly formed rows happened by mistake. I can also make up some stupid story about how I dropped my razor and attempted to catch it, however that’s stupid as hell bc even I can’t fuck up that badly and theres 2 different spots, with different numbers….

The worst part of all is I keep thinking in my head the last thing he said to me…

“No one wants to be friends with the fucked up girl who has no will to live.” 

When Arin gets angry: Ahahah oh I hate that he’s mad but this is fucking hilarious.
When Dan gets angry: We are witnessing something very rare and I can’t tell if I am entertained or very worried
When Felix gets angry: Ahahaha. Haha. Hah.
When Jack gets angry: What, bb no, it’s okay! …*watches mario maker 500 times*
When Mark gets angry: I am so fucking scared right now- I’m gonna go hide. …*clicks on I Am Bread*

  • yurio: you're absolutely disgusting. i looked up to you so much. but now you're not part of the skating world anymore because you retired. i hate you with my entire being.
  • viktor: lmao k
  • yurio: but yuuri. yuuri is a fucking pig an-
  • viktor: repeat that one more time little angsty teenage cat and i will kick your ass seven fucking million times get out and go hide away in your goddamn fursuit

DIEGO LUNA 🌙 APPRECIATION WEEK / DAY 4 Diego + Interviews : Diego mentioning his kids

Yeah, my son and my daughter didn’t keep the secret but it’s ok, they’re kids and I wasn’t going to hide it from them. It’s the first time that I see that amount of interest in them about my work, so to me it feels great. I’m proud I can share this with them and they’re excited. Work has been this horrible thing in our lives that has separated us. But now, my son would be like “go to work, please!” or “go do that film, that’s amazing, and make sure you bring some toys back!

redraw of a very scenic scene (couldn’t find that line in english so i had to improvise hehe)

i’ve never watched this movie

“I don’t like either candidate” like your dumb ass can’t visualize four years of listening to Donald “hell is empty and all the devils are in my toupee” Trump fuck everything up from one end of the universe to the other?

Like, listen, you may like playing Fallout as a video game but I have to tell you that your fuckass would not survive a nuclear fallout and neither would anybody else’s so, like, maybe shut up and go vote for Hillary.

“But there’s no way he’ll really win”

let me tell you two things.

One, everybody said that about him in the primaries too and look who got the nomination.

Two, you may live in a predominately blue area. You may live in a place where people hide their racism and xenophobia and hatred for the LGBT community a little better. But I live in Virginia, and let me tell you a thing about the Southeastern United States right now. Right now, those of us in the Southeastern United States who are visibly part of one of Trump’s targeted groups, whether it’s because we’re women or we’re wearing rainbow gear or have a liberal sticker on our car or, God forbid, have dark skin or wear identifiably non-Christian religious garments, are being physically and aggressively targeted whenever we go outside.

Do you know, on two separate occasions, back when I had a Bernie sticker on my car, white men in jacked-up pickup trucks with Trump and confederate flag stickers, ACTUALLY RAN ME OFF THE ROAD while leaning out their window and yelling sexist slurs at me?

Like, I had to drive my car INTO THE GRASS on the side of the road and slam on brakes to keep being rammed by their truck. (Two different trucks, so presumably four different men.) This happened to me once while I was alone, once while Kellie was in the car with me, and once to Kellie when she was in the car by herself.

A full 20-30% of the cars I see on the road here have unapologetically racist Trump-supportive sexist-anti-Hillary paraphernalia on them. That’s not counting the ones that just have subtle Republican stickers or anti-Democrat stickers or stickers for the local conservative Congress candidates who are presumably voting for the Republican ticket that includes Donald Trump.

Grown-ass adults sit in coffee shops and talk loudly about how Donald Trump is going to save them from Muslim immigrants and Sharia Law, and parrot whatever latest bullshit they read on a parody website or Fox News and mistook for real news, and talk about how maybe those damn homosexuals will finally get what they deserve. 

It’s happened more than once to ME, and I’m a homebody who doesn’t leave my house and socialize very often. I feel like I’m living in an SNL parody skit about the South right now, but this is not a joke. This is real life.

Please believe me when I tell you we are not safe. These people will not be staying home from the polls. These people will be fucking voting.

You need to vote too.

You Could Have

As promised – not Kansas City OTRA, but very much inspired by it. I’ve had this as a WIP since April or so, so it’s nice to have it out. That said: I’M NERVOUS AS ALL GET OUT cause they kind of… are… there’s a crude topic in this. They’re just having a go at each other, though. ACK *flips tables* Enjoy, everybody, I’m gonna hide now. x

It’s the last song when security finds you and escorts you from your seat and through the crowd. You’re a little disappointed that you don’t get to see the show finish, but knots of excitement are twisting in your belly as you are herded past barricades where no one else is allowed to go. Music and fireworks, almost obnoxiously loud, are muffled backstage, and you hear voices, familiar by this point and one more so than the rest, saying earnest goodnights and wishes of love and safe returns home to the crowd that so worships them. Preparation to tear down and packup equipment has already started around you, and you pause in the wings, shaking your head when security tries to usher you to move.

He’ll be there. He’ll find you.

Sure enough, he’s all legs and hair when he appears at last, leaping over a thick wire before it can catch his boot and twist his ankle. He’s got a towel in his hand, but it’s useless on his long, wet, curly hair. He’s all but drenched from head to toe, with most of his grey t-shirt stained with sweat and clinging to his body, and while the heat is mainly to blame for that, the water he’d been spitting and throwing hadn’t helped (although, it had probably cooled him off).

He’s tanner than you remember him being last, but that’s what months of outdoor shows and sightseeing on off days will do to him. The muscles on his slick arms look just a little bigger and more defined, too, and even the most casual twist or bend of his heavily tattooed left arm makes ink practically jump every time.

His eyes, though, are most striking, and they’re only for you as he continues his beeline in your direction.

“You’re soaked, love,” he teases you through a cheeky grin and popping dimples with a voice like honey and sandpaper.

You won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his double-entendre.

“Some twat kept spitting water at me the whole night,” you inform him, opening your arms for him.

Harry grins wider – a cocky, satisfied grin. “Yeah?” His hand slides possessively around your waist for the first time in ages and you fold your hands behing his neck. “Tell me his name an’ I’ll get him.”

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sterek week (2016 edition) ▷ day 7: lyrics and quotes 

This is a formal goodbye
to all our could have beens

if you stayed a little longer
(but you didn’t)

If you loved me a little harder
(but you didn’t)

If I held you a little tighter
(but I didn’t)

If you asked me to leave with you
(but you didn’t)

Now we are both missing a piece,
our hearts never quite broken
yet never quite fixed.

                              I never knew how much I loved you until you left. // c.h.

PSA: Do not actually eat ghosts. They taste like pain.

Context: Our party has just defeated a bunch of ghosts, and the dead ghosts are starting to dissolve.




DM: Eating ghosts is not one of a fairy’s abilities.

Fairy OOC: *nat 20* IT IS NOW

DM: …Okay, you eat one of the ghosts who’s disappearing more slowly than the others. It tastes like a mixture of human flesh and flavorless ice cream. Also, all fairies can now eat ghosts.


Barbarian OOC: Wait, would your character know what human flesh tastes like?

Fairy OOC: I mean they are Chaotic Evil.

What I need for Sanvers:
- fake dating
- being mistaken for a couple
- Alex trying to hide her jealousy but not really managing it
- Alex going on a Operation Jealousy pretending to date someone else
- Maggie being jealous of Supergirl
- Kara teasing Alex about the Maggie thing and she denying it
- “I’m single now” “Oh good. … Sorry not good”
- A “how do you dare endangering your life” kind of fight
- Anger first kiss
- “I thought you were dead” kiss
- Secret dating
- Sex at the DEO
- Official first date with a lot of cute anxiety
- “You are beautiful” with heart eyes
- Temporary break up
- A random declaration-of-love-at-the-airport scene
- Meeting mama Danvers

What I don’t need for Sanvers:
- Stray bullets

the thing about dave being thicc in the snaps

okay so you know the picture going around from the first snapchat where dave’s waist width is compared to karkat’s? i feel like thats a vvv important little detail. it means he’s been getting healthier. 

like it or not, dave canonly had to hide food in his closet if he wanted to eat in his own home. there were only weapons and dolls and cameras in the kitchen and that little bottle of aj was the only food seen in his apartment. think about how thin and malnourished he must’ve been. 

but look at him now. he’s put on some good healthy weight. that boy is finally eating like an ordinary person should. good for him. 

This is kind of a rant so there’s no need for anyone to read it but I feel like this is an open and accepting place so i hope you guys don’t mind. I feel like I have been white washing myself from the moment I became self aware, my entire life I went by Gj because it sounded less ethnic than my actual name. It helped me blend in and was easier for everyone around me. Then the internet age came and almost immediately I embraced the name Benji and went with it, for no reason other than it sounded white and easy to pronounce. I’ve gone by Benji now for almost five years on the internet. It’s tiresome, it’s not true to myself and I feel like for a long time now I’ve just been shunning and hiding my ethnicity to make others comfortable. I’m tired of it, so I’m going to start going by my real name everywhere, and drop the act of trying to sound white and blend in, my real name is Gerardo Jose Figueroa, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.