oh my god is this how bored i am

The Inner Dialogue of Someone who has Borderline Personality Disorder and is in a Relationship

First of all, I’d like to make it clear that my relationship is honestly quite amazing. We have a very honest, open, secure, accepting, understanding, and supportive relationship. But when you have BPD, your illness tells you things and makes you think things that are extremely hard to deal with, even in the best relationship.

What do you even see in me?
I’m filth. I’m trash. I am the emperor of garbage.
When are you going to realize I’m a horrible person?
Am I good enough for you?
Am I being too clingy, too needy, too emotional, too much? 
Am I being too distant, too detached, too little?
Will I be enough this time?
Are you going to abandon me? 
When are going to abandon me?
Are you lying to me?
Do you actually love me or are you just saying that?
Do I have too much baggage?
I’m such a burden to you.
You deserve so much better..
You’re going to leave me, everybody leaves
… Am I just a back up option? Something to use until something better comes along? 
… Why are you with me, I’m nothing..
Does my risky behaviour stress you out? Do I stress you out? Am I difficult?
… I can’t “handle” myself, how is anybody else supposed to?
I hate myself, how can anybody actually love me?
If I don’t love myself and they say you can’t love somebody else if you don’t love yourself does that mean I’m lying to myself? Oh god I’m such a piece of shit… 
Am I good enough?
Tell me I’m good enough… tell me it’s okay… tell me you love me
Should I tell you how I feel? No, no, no, you wouldn’t understand
I’m always so depressed and boring… are you bored with me?
You’ll get bored.
Until I do something impulsive or destructive.
Then I’ll stress you out and add drama to your life.
Omg I’m a horrible person, you deserve better
Nothing will ever help me, you don’t deserve this
Oh shit, I’m so annoying
How do you put up with me? 
Fuck I love you, so so so so much, but I’m terrified you’re going to hurt me or I’m going to be bad for you …

It doesn’t matter how many times he reassures me or tells me being mentally ill doesn’t make me a burden, my illness convinces me I am.. I practice skills and go to therapy and do my best every single day. Some people get into a relationship with someone with BPD or another mental illness and have this idea they can ‘fix’ them or it will magically ‘go away’, it won’t. It doesn’t mean their feelings for you are any less or that they want to be this way… the support is amazing, being loved is amazing, but it doesn’t cure illnesses.

Your patience and support and encouragement and reassurance is always appreciated, but don’t get into the mindset that you have to be our therapists. Be our partners. That’s all we want from you, a partner.

And if you’re the one with bpd, don’t think that these thoughts mean your love is any less valid. You are deserving and capable of giving and receiving love, despite what your illness tells you 💖💖💖

He doesn’t remember inviting me to his house and begging me to be his coach. He doesn’t remember dancing with me and grinding on my four thousand dollar suit in a room full of stuffy uptight strangers and sweeping me off my feet and spraying himself in champagne while standing on Chris’ powerful inner thighs for the camera. We had such a good night I thought we really connected and all this time he has been thinking the first time we spoke was when I showed up to his house unannounced with all of my stuff and my dog. I was throwing myself at him. I wanted him to see I could be fun and sexy too. I thought the reason he never tried to contact me after that was because he realized what a boring prude I am. Oh my god he probably thought I was a creep. Oh my GOD he probably thought I was some kind of fake flirty airhead. And a gross pervert for making him dance Eros. How did he not throw me out? And I was so pissed when he kept turning me down after everything at the banquet. He acted like he had never spoken to me before because he thought he HADN’T. And I was too embarrassed to ask what made him change his mind about me. This is unbelievable. I’m an idiot. I’m a huge idiot. But I’m an idiot wearing his ring somehow. Fuck.

Third set of ten Sterek fic recs!

You Only Live Once…or Twice | WonderWolf ( @teenshmolf ) | 32,949 | Explicit | 2015-05-09 to 2015-06-13

“Anything,” Derek’s eyes are determined, boring into Stiles’.

Stiles huffs a laugh, “Careful there, big guy. Don’t want to be promising anything to every necromancer you meet. Some might ask for your soul or someth—”

“I’ll give you my soul to bring her back,” Derek says, his voice steady and strong with resolve, “if that’s what you want.”

Stiles’ mouth gapes open for a moment before his brain kicks into gear and he stutters out, “N-no, I don’t ask for that. I only ask for money.”

(Or the one in which Stiles is a necromancer who needs help stopping a rogue alpha and Derek is the solution, but at what cost?)

Eyes Like Stars | @inthearmsofathief | 10,889 | Gen | 2017-06-11

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said indignantly. “And don’t think you can try anything on me. It won’t work.” Stiles had been attacked by his own kind before. Stiles wasn’t necessarily strong, but unbridled. And nothing ever seemed to really hurt him.

When the Okami stepped out, it wasn’t what Stiles had been expecting. The wolf was an actual wolf. His sleek black fur was hit by rays of the setting sun, his eyes glistened like rubies and his teeth were sharp. Sharp enough Stiles wondered if they could actually damage him.

“Kira said the village lost all its protectors,” Stiles mused. “Yet here you are.” The wolf growled again. Stiles scoffed. “I don’t blame you for abandoning them. Wouldn’t want to protect them either.”

And When I Wake You’re There I’m Saved | suchfun ( @fishcommander ) | 14,414 | Teen | 2017-05-17

“Derek,” Stiles says, firm. His hand is warm on Derek’s shoulder. “I’ll be okay.”

“You didn’t leave me,” Derek argues. “How can you expect me to leave you?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “Oh my god, it’ll be fine. Even if I am captured, I’m just a boring human. They wanted you for your Lycan blood.”

Derek crosses his arms. Mainly so he doesn’t wrap his hands around Stiles’ throat in an attempt to throttle some sense into him. “That’s fine. But this isn’t a time when being a boring human is an asset. This is a time when being a boring human results in a shot to the head.”

Derek,” Stiles says again. He steps closer, so Derek is surrounded in his scent, his chemosignals—namely unwavering, resolute determination, distinctively sharp and entirely unbreakable—clouding Derek’s mind. “You’ll come back for me.” He sounds so sure, and he can tell the exact moment Derek gives in. Because Derek somehow always gives in to Stiles.

“I’ll come back for you,” he confirms. “And you better not be dead.”

Stiles grins, eyes sparkling with far too much humour for someone who potentially just sacrificed himself for a surly Lycan and bunch of strangers. “You do say the sweetest things.”

Somewhere to Start | @lissadiane | 33,552 | Teen | 2017-06-13

Stiles has always known that he isn’t quite human - the plant life that tends to sprout around him whenever he gets upset or excited gives it away. He’s never really fit in among the regular people in Beacon Hills and is determined to wait it out, go to college, and find somewhere to belong. He’s forced to abandon those plans, however, after he desperately agrees to enter into an arranged marriage to save his father’s life.

An arranged marriage with an angry, sometimes furry dude with trust issues. It’s all very Beauty and the Beast, without the singing candlesticks.

Something New Is Going to Happen | dragon_temeraire ( @dragon-temeraire ) | 4,766 | Teen | 2017-06-14

Stiles accidentally discovers that their school mascot is super cute.

Striking Matches | @eeyore9990, castielblues ( @dyjanobrien ) | 14,923 | Teen | 2017-06-09

Stiles has only ever wanted to protect his family and his pack. That’s not easy to do when you’re human and sarcasm is your only defense. Now Deaton is telling Stiles he’s a spark, and if that’s a weapon in his arsenal, he’s sure as hell going to learn to use it.

All Stiles needs now, to complete his transformation into a true badass, is a training montage and a decent soundtrack…

I’ll make you a believerElisAttack ( @iamonlydancing ) | 26,543 | Explicit | 2017-05-15 to 2017-05-26

Five times a memory charm is cast, and the one time Derek Hale doesn’t bother.

Or the one where Derek’s too old to be chasing an unidentified, unregistered wizard around the city.

An Unpredictable Amount of Turtles | skoosiepants ( @pantstomatch ) | 5,942 | Teen | 2017-05-16

Stiles says, “I have a five year plan. A five year plan to popularity that will tank the minute I meet this guy.”

“I feel like you’re exaggerating,” Scott says, but Scott has a katana-wielding badass waiting for him at the other end of the rainbow, and Stiles has terrariums.


A soulmate au with turtles and angst.

Stringbean | tintagel | 2,548 | Gen | 2017-06-04

Never compare your best bro’s body to a stringbean. Working out may result.

The summer when he’s back from college, Stiles takes up running, and Derek’s house becomes his halfway point.

Put a spell on me, please? | ssleif ( @do-what-the-knight-tells-you ) | 3,154 | Explicit | 2017-06-01

Derek has a dilemma, and figures Stiles, sneaky clever Slytherin that he is, might be able to help. Or: Teenage wizards having an illicit first-time rendezvous while their dorm mates are elsewhere.

moving/beautiful falsettos quotes

- lovers live and die, fortissimo
- it hurts when love fades
-if intelligence was the only criteria, would i need a psychiatrist?
-bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
-do i love him? no.
-she saves lives and i save chicken fat, how am i supposed to fucking deal with that?
-i never wanted to love you
-i hate the world
-love is blind, love can tell a million stories
-does she sleep in the nuuuuuuuuuuuuuude??
-my father says that loooove is the most beeeeeaautiful thing in the world
-kid, be my son
-it’s about time to grow up, don’t you think?
-homosexuals. (long pause)
-naaancy reaaagaaan (yabba dabba)
-spiky lesbians
-pretty boys are in demand
-set to screw
-oh my god, when am i gonna get over this?
-nervous wrecks (hhuhhhhhhh)
-one day i’d like to be as mature as my son, who is twelve years old
-stop! this is so much crap
-how you can stop with the prayers at a bar mitzvah??
-i’ll bring women from the wrong side of the tracks ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
-be alright for the rest of your life
-the lesbians from next door!!
-chiiiild (chiiiiild) chiiiild (chiiiild)
-i like when julie johnson does splits in her kilt ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
-without you, my life would be boring as shit.
-never nevEr nevER nEvER NEVER??
-you’re looking sweeter than a donut
-is he still queer? (am i still queer)
-i wanna tOucH iT
-iiiii waaaanaaa ruuuun my haandddsss throuuugh eeettttt
-even maniacs can charm, which he will
-please god, don’t let me make the same mistake
-at least, there’s trina
-yuppie fARts
-for the first time in months, nobody died! (yyyyaaaaaaaaeeeeyyyy!!)
-light bulbs up the ass
-sex and games in new york city have got to played with flair!
-play it raw, don’t play it pretty
-you have paintings of dicks don’t talk to me about taste
i’m getting tired, feel free to reblog and add more!

anonymous asked:

Hi, can you do a hc about the rfa (and v and saeran, if you write about them) on a mc that they have met before when she was drunk and was flirting with them really smoothly? And then the storylines happens and she doesn't remember them but they do?

(*´ω`*) np! I wonder if I’d flirt when drunk….So far when I’m tipsy I just get really stubborn. I think the RFA would have a handful dealin with me, haha!


-When he finally met you in person, he suddenly realized why your voice seemed so familiar.

-You were that chick from about a month back!

-But…You didn’t seem embarrassed? You just smiled and joked just like you did on the chat (albeit with a bit more blushing). Did you even remember?

-He sure did. He remembered just hanging out with his fellow co-actors, just relaxing at a local bar he enjoyed and having a few beers. He was used to women coming up to him and trying to flirt, but uh…Not drunk women who didn’t realize who he was.

-”You- You know? You look a LOT, like a LOT, like this actor guy dude from the local theater. God, you should just see that dude. His name is? Is uh. Zenny? Something I can’t fucking, remember…But god I’d lick his abs, he’s so handsome. You look like that guy man! That cool guy. That beautiful dude.

-Oh my god. He felt so fucking embarrassed for you. You just kept going and going, not realizing the whole time, until your friends finally dragged you back home.

-He thought of that scene a few times, but oh my god, your friends never told you? (GOOD FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS)

-He decided NOT to bring it up then, not when the two of you were finally meeting in person for the second first time. 

-(A few weeks later, he finally brought it up. Your face was so red as you called your friends for confirmation. When they finally admitted what had happened, you just stood in embarrassed Shock. Until Zen finally admitted you were the one girl who managed to flirt with him at a bar and he actually got interested in you.)


-Jumin had given her so ‘free’ time. Which was, of course, allowing her to go on a wine tasting event with him. It was a bit better than working (and he’d probably have her set up a few meetings anyway), so she agreed.

-She didn’t drink often, but she could see how some lightweights could become overwhelmed with the all the samples.

-At least, that’s the excuse she came up for you. God, as soon as she heard your voice on the phone, she instantly remembered how drunk you had gotten at that simple wine tasting event. But you didn’t remember her? It stung a little, but you were…Very. Very drunk.

-She remembered you trying to casually walk towards her. She thought you were wanting to talk to her about Jumin, praying that it wasn’t about how you could get a date with him. But when you slid your arm around hers and slurred, she nearly had her heart stop.

-”You-You are literally the only pretty person here. These dudes are so uuugly. Oh my god, how come rich guys can’t even look decent half the time. Do you like girls? I like girls. I’m a girl. You’re a girl. Lets. Lets hang out. Blow this popsicle stands. We’ll have fun.”

-When security dragged you away (Jumin’s doing, with light murmurs of complaints from him), Jaehee had to try her best not to blush and laugh.

-You were cute, but oh my god she had never been flirted with like that.

-As the two of you started dating, she never, ever mentioned it. Not until about a year later after a night you had gotten tipsy again, and thankfully you two just laughed together about it.


-As soon as he heard you voice, he knew it was familiar. A nice one, something that didn’t urk him that much.

-Seeing you in person made him immediately want to ban all wine from the RFA party. How you were so shameless he never understood.

-A few months back, he had attended an event that allowed for extra guests to be brought. He didn’t really remember which one. He had went to so many they just blurred together at times.

-He did, however, remember clearly of a drunken woman suddenly grasping his arm. He immediately was annoyed, thinking it was some other woman who had tried flirting with him earlier, but when it was someone new, he gave you a moment to talk.

- “These rich dudes are so. Boring. Are you boring too? You look cool. You look…Cool. Not borin’. Not borin’ at alllllll. Do you wanna be not boring together? Like. The dude who brought me doesn’t even know where I am. Fuck em. Fuck em all. I’d even fuck you if you’d lemme.”

-Oh my god.

-Security had came and gotten you later, and he just sighed and fixed his sleeve. He thought you were ridiculous. 

-So at the RFA party, when you said you were introducing yourself the first time, he called you out on it. It wasn’t the first time you two had met.

-He ended up going in full detail, exactly what you said, how your hair was messed up, how everything about you was just. Embarrassing.

-Your first RFA party was filled with many embarrassing moments after that, especially from a teasing Seven.


-He was just hanging out with Zen when the drunk you came sauntering up, looking strangely confident and slightly confused.

-He almost pulled his phone out, getting ready to film what was possibly Zen’s most embarrassing moment.

-Instead, his hands froze when you passed by Zen and went directly to him.

-“You’re. You’re weird lookin. Not in a bad way though. Like. You look weird but cool. Cute. Yeaaah. I like redheads. Are you into girls? Or guys? Because i wanna. I wanna take ya out.”

-Omg. He was dying. He never really had this happen before, and Zen’s shocked expression was totally worth it.

-Before he could give you a reply, your friends finally found you and pulled you away while spouting apologies.

-So when he found out exactly who you were when he did his background check, he laughed so hard

-He wouldn’t bring it up with the others around (Maybe Zen), but he’d tease the FUCK outta you about it.

-“I guess you got what you wanted, huh?”


-Poor baby. He’d NEVER bring it up to you, except on his deathbed.

-He had finally agreed to go to the bar Zen wanted to take him to. He was a bit nervous because of how often he was being carded. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking!!

-Of course, to make matters worse, there were girls flirting with Zen constantly. He was just here as a third wheel!

-He watched as another girl kinda. Stumbled over to Zen. Great. He couldn’t even have drunk girls- Oh god she was going to him, not Zen!

-“Heyaaa, cutie? You’re preeeetty young, huh? Barely able to get in here huh? Hahaha.. but you’re so so cute. Hey, cutie, gimme your phone number! I’ll be your girlfriend!”

-Oh my god. Oh. My god. He was mortified. Even Zen was watching! Oh my god.

-Before he could gather the courage to respond, he saw a few girls come and drag you away, full of scolding and giggles.

-That night, Zen just laughed and patted your back.

-Of course Zen wasn’t laughing now as Yoosung kissed you, vowing to keep that memory to himself.

-(Until Zen told you literally a day later)


-V didn’t really go to bars or anything of the sort. But when he visited exhibitions, especially ones he was also featured in, they tended to offer wine to drink.

-Unfortunately, not everyone could hold their alcohol.

-He watched a woman stumble a bit, quietly murmuring to several different pictures.

-Eventually she made over to where he was standing.

- “God. I love this one. This. This is a good one. Better than the others. Wait. No, that’s mean. Those are good too. But this one, this one is like. Good good.”

-Oh god. He was trying his best not to laugh. He decided to stand beside his own just in case he could answer questions, or interest people in more of his works. He was not expecting this.

- “But man. This guy has to be sooo fun to be with. I’d love to date this guy! Have coffee! Talk about. Flowers and shit. God, I’d probably sleep with him too.”

- Wow?? He didn’t even know how to respond. So… He didn’t. He watched you sleepily study his picture and… Walk away.

-Flash to him finally meeting you after the RFA party, and you didn’t seem to remember him OR his pictures at all.

-He worried a bit if his pictures just didn’t last well in people, but when you looked as if you never saw them, he concluded maybe you just didn’t remember that day whatsoever.

-Later on, when you two had been together, he always kept you away from the wine at his exhibits. When you questioned him about this, he finally told you about the first time he met you.

-Needless to say, you never drank at exhibitions ever again


-The first time he met you, before the whole RFA mess, was at a bar.

-Needless to say, he pegged you as a target before you really said anything.

-He had watched you from a corner, just basically watching everyone. He was just trying to see what the fuss was about with bars.

-The drunks were annoying. And stupid. Annoyingly stupid.

-But… He wasn’t expecting a decent looking one come to him and try hitting on him.

-He watched, slightly amused, as you stumbled over your words.

-“You’re a little black parade looking punk, aren’t you? Lookin. All tough. And like a punk. Very punky. Can I sit with you, punk? You’re. Cute punk. Yeah! I like punk stuff too, imma even gonna get this badass tattoo one day, man! Whoop!”

-He didn’t even manage to give a response before you sat down and promptly conked the fuck out.

-He didn’t really know what to do, and since he didn’t feel like getting mixed up in anything, he left the bar before any of your friends could question him.

-So when the two of you finally met in person, and you introduced himself, he just laughed for a while.

-“Do you not remember me?”

-After a brief explanation, he ended up laughing for a looong time with how red you had gotten. He actually joined Seven in teasing you.

Fleeting impression - Jim Moriarty x reader

Originally posted by thekillersboy-blog

AN: This isn’t my best but I haven’t written Jim in so long, I hope this is okay for you! Better things are on their way!

Summary: You crash into Jim in the street and whilst he may have made a fleeting impression on you, you left quite an imprint on him. 

Word count: 1,068

Warnings: None really

You were late! You were late again! Your boss was going to kill you! Or worse…fire you!

You rushed out of the underground and stumbled forward, running as fast as your feet could let you at that time in the morning. 

You heard your phone go off and dipped your hand into your bag to get it just in case it was your boss. However, this was a mistake as you soon found yourself colliding with a stranger. 

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I love how I sometimes act like les Amis were actually my friends. Like, from time to time I think something like “Woah, Combeferre would love this!” or “Oh my God, don’t let Joly know this…” and on one hand I love it because it’s fun, I have entire scenarios in my mind that I can play over and over again when I’m bored..But on the other hand it makes me wonder how desperate and craving for attention I am if I spend my days with imaginary friends despite being 20 years old.

Hannibal Rewatch: 1x01

Season 1, Episode 1 - “Aperitif”

Heeyy all my buddies!

So I thought it would be a swell idea to rewatch Hannibal, because what is emotional stability good for, really? Very little, I’d say.

In my ~dreams~ I imagined writing posts covering the first two seasons that people could read if they were watching Hannibal for the first time, and that would eventually join up with my season 3 recaps to make one continuous chain. But then I realized two things:

1) that maybe I could actually provide something kinda interesting and a little more rare in tv commentary, in that I could relook at a series as a whole, knowing what it is they built over time, and talk about how the boards were laid, as it were

2) that I have no control when it comes to foreshadowing or pain

This latter realization was mostly about myself, and although it wasn’t a surprise it was valuable.

These in turn mean two things for YOU:

1) as a whole these posts will contain spoilers through the Hannibal series finale (it’s over & it’s perfect shhhh wade into the stream). Sometimes the spoilers will be specific, other times it will be more general knowledge of circumstances, which I think counts as a spoiler for Hannibal because so much of the joy/horror of this show is in being very much with the characters in what you are (not) aware of at any given moment. And I don’t want to take that from newbies, so we’re keeping these things on Alert.

2) probably this whole adventure is going to be primarily screen shots followed by me being like

…which was a joke but also, I am beginning to suspect, oddly accurate? Like I just want to make sure everyone is yelling enough and for the right reasons. I am a mere humble thinker of feelings, at your service.

Take, for instance, this, which we see in the very first word-free minutes of the television series Hannibal:

Just the face of a man about to walk forward into the rest of his life. And do you know what he does first? He closes his eyes. Do you know what happens when you close your eyes? That’s when the monsters can move.


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Some Misc. Prompts From My Old Blog

(Most of these were thanks to @m4rloe5 coming into my inbox and feeding my addiction of writing prompts instead of actually writing bdfhdvhgdfh)


  • “You’re telling me we’ve been friends for SEVENTEEN YEARS and you just forgot to mention you’re the towns masked hero???” // “It… never came up.” // “Gee, I WONDER WHY!”
  • “Okay, Kallia’s been missing for two weeks now; something’s up.” // “Sweetheart… There’s something we need to tell you about Kallia…”
  • “You can fly?” // “Yes.” // “Like, up in the sky, flying?” // “…Yes.” // “So, if, let’s just say, a special girl wanted to, you know, fly with you-” // “No.”
  • “You crashed in my window at three in the morning when I was crying in my underwear with a tub of ice-cream and don’t you dare try to fly off and save the world or some crap; I need someone to RANT TO!” Au
  • “I did NOT mean to light your pants on fire, oh my goodness, I am so sorry, wait- why are you laughing? THIS ISN’T FUNNY!” Au
  • “If you ask me to beat your boy/girlfriend up ONE MORE TIME, I will strangle you!” // “But you’re a superhero! You beat up the bad guys for a living! And I think you need practice!” // “…”
  • “Hey, Jake! I was wondering if- Oh shoot, sorry, you’re not Jake. Why are you wearing a mask? Is there some ball going on?” Au


  • “So, I’m starting to wish I wouldn’t have argued with the witch because now she turned me into a rock instead of a frog and oh Lord, this is so much worse!” AU
  • “Whenever we kiss your stupid dragon gets jealous and needy and last time he burned my favourite dress so NO MORE KISSING!” AU
  • “I’m cursed to be ugly forever, but you called me handsome??? And I just???? What???” AU


  • “I’m supposed to be a werewolf but my transformation occurs at the last sunrise of the month and I’m just so scared, what is happening?” AU
  • “I can’t believe I bit my best friend. They keep telling me they forgive me, but I see it in their eyes. They don’t.” AU
  • “I’ve been hunting for werewolves for years now and I finally have proof. I just need to take the thing in, but it looks like it’s gonna get me before I get it.” AU
  • “My friends swore they’d meet me in the woods at nine, but now it’s ten and there’s freaking footsteps and I think i’m gonna die, shoot.” AU


  • “I was a vegan before I got bit and this is JUST LOVELY. Do vegan vampires exist???? How does it WORK? SOMEBODY HELP ME!” AU
  • “What are you doing?” // “Dipping you in garlic sauce.” // “Aren’t vampires like- isn’t that gonna kill you? Not that I’d mind” // “Oh shoot, it’d kill me? Crap, I’m new at this… I just love garlic sauce.”
  • “I AM NOT A KILLER!” // “Look, kiddo, either you kill or you’ll starve to death.”
  • “Where’d this super strength bull come from? Because I was weak before I was bitten and I think I only got weaker.” AU


  • “Is that a dragon?” // “Uhm… no, it’s my dog.” // “That’s a freaking dragon.” // “Dang it, how the heck can you see that? Nobody’s supposed to be able to see!”
  • “I have zero control over my magic and I just completely destroyed your living room. Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” AU
  • “What’s his name again?” // “Kary Likewood. He’s the only guy in the world that can teach me how to control my magic…” // “I’m sorry… He’s dead.”
  • “You have magic! You can cure her! Please! I’m begging you!” // “…I am so sorry. I cannot.” 
  • “You set me on fire with your stupid uncontrolled magic twelve years ago and left me forever ugly with all these horrible scars; how dare you show your face to me now?” AU
  • “My best friend has magic, but I don’t and I kind of feel really annoying for being a boring old human and I feel like I always get in the way with my wheelchair.” AU
  • “Every time somebody touches me, my skin leaves a permanent print from the touch so when I say don’t touch me, I mean don’t freaking touch me.”

agentraven007  asked:

OTP Drabble Challenge #45 Bucky x Reader

45. “I’m your lock screen?!” - “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Yo! Steve, can you bring me my phone?” You hollered to your friend as you kneaded the bread dough in front of you.

“What could you possibly need your phone for while baking bread?” Steve responded from the other room, he sounded busy too.

“I wanna listen to music and I don’t have my playlists synced with FRIDAY yet.” You paused, waiting to see if he’d respond. He didn’t. “Please!

“Jesus…” Steve mumbled under his breath. “Hey, Buck, can you-”

“Yeah, where is it?” Bucky got up from the couch and set his book down.

“Here.” Steve held it up. Bucky gave him a puzzling look, curious as to why the hell Steve had your phone. “I was actually trying to find some new songs to listen to so she lent me her phone.”

Bucky shook his head and took the device, twirling it in his fingers as he strutted to the kitchen. He chuckled at the sight of you, flour spotted your clothing and parts of your face. You’d even managed to get some in your hair. He held your phone up when you noticed him enter the room.

“Can you put my top playlist on?” You plopped the dough in a pot and covered it with a lid. 

“Yeah, what’s your…” His voice trailed off and you peered up at him as you slid the cast iron into the oven. “I’m your lockscreen?” 

“Fuck!” You burned your hand and quickly yanked it back, closing the oven door with your foot. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Where did you get this picture?” He smiled down at your phone before cocking at eyebrow at you. “This is from the time we visited the beach last month, right?”

“Yeah.” You cleared your throat and turned the sink on with your elbow. “You just looked so happy running around with Steve…playing in the water, laughing, flirting with the babes; I thought I’d take a few candid pictures.”

“What made you choose this one as your background?” His smile had been replaced with a devious smirk.

“I just like the picture.” You dropped your gaze and fought the grin tugging on your lips.

“It is a pretty decent picture of me. Shows off how muscular I am.” You could feel his gaze boring into you and your strength betrayed you. You dropped your head and laughed, drying your hands off and bringing them up to hide your face. “And my massive bulge.”

“Oh my god!” You turned around and giggled into your hands.

“I think it’s only fair that since I’m your lockscreen, you become mine.” Bucky circled in front of you and lowered your hands. He had his phone raised and with a tap of his thumb he had captured your beautifully embarrassed expression. “You’re so adorable.”

He chuckled before handing you your phone. He pushed a strand of hair out of your face and dropped down, placing a kiss on your cheek. You forced an eye roll as he walked away. You groaned and shook your head.

“I’m such an idiot.”

polar opposites

Originally posted by magiccastles

[jaebum x reader]

genre: fluff

word count: 1713

What made us so beautiful is that we were never likely to happen.”

Of all the people living in the world today, no one would’ve guessed that you two would become a couple – well, considering you’re polar opposites.

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24 HOURS | Jungkook

Genre: Fluff | Angst

Characters: Reader, Jungkook, Hoseok, Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung

Plot: It was your birthday, the one day you waited for a long time after your relationship with Jungkook became official. You had everything planned, but it seemed like it was not going to go your way.

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Word count: 3,850

A/N: This was meant to be a drabble for ‘The Last Dance’ and a gift for my dear @taeminsgirl159​, but it turned out really long so I guess it’s more of a bonus chapter. huhuhuhu~ And also I decided to give it a name, one of its own, I felt it deserved it. ^^ I am dead tired rn so I’ll most probably go to sleep right after posting it. Hope you like it!~ 

1:35 AM

You kept staring at the clock on your phone as if waiting for a sign from him. It was exhausting, but you could not fall asleep either. You would put your phone down and bury your face in the pillow, then pick it up again only to see that not even 5 minutes passed.

Everything felt like a dream after the dance show in which you and Jungkook made everyone’s mouth drop, people were showering you with compliments, more offers came your way, and definitely more recognition. Messages and calls coming from every direction, rumors, headlines, news, pictures, they were almost overwhelming for you, a person not used to the spotlight. There were times when your relationship was on the brink of being discovered, and that put you both under great pressure. But a month or two after the heat died out and things went back to normal.

It had already been half a year since you started dating, a time filled with good and bad things, just like in any other relationship. The only thing making it harder for you was time, or better said lack of it…Meeting was hard, and most of the time it was in the studio, practicing for some event. At times he would crash at your place, making your problems shrink to almost nothing as the everything around you faded to black. In those precious moments it was just you and him. Missing him was something you were used to, but now a special day was just around the corner -your birthday- and you wanted to spend every second of it with the person you loved most. You could not stand it anymore, you had to talk to him, to hear his voice at least, so you called him. The phone kept ringing and ringing with no answer, but just as you were about to give up, he picked up.

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The Joker x Reader- “Grandpa”

The Joker just had a heart attack at 55; he was ordered to rest and not do anything for a while. Of course he’s not the one to accommodate the doctor’s recommendations but you are there to make sure he complies. And the adorable grandson visiting all the time makes things better no matter what.

Related to LOST saga: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154759609421/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost

The Joker is in bed, flipping through the TV channels, bored as hell and beyond.

“Baby, look who’s here to see you again!” you announce and open the door, letting your 5 year old grandchild in the bedroom.

“Grandpaaa!!!” Alexis charges at the bed, jumping on it to sit by J.

“Hello, Pumpkin,” he kisses the kid on the top of the head, then feels the need to add: “…and don’t call me grandpa, I told you before, yes?” he tickles the little one. “I’m not that old, I just turned 55.”

“That’s pretty old,” you mutter and J grabs the drawing handed over by his grandson, huffing:

“I heard that, Princess!”

“You can call him grandpa, honey, don’t mind him,” you ignore your husband’s nonsense.”Don’t confuse Alexis, ok?”

“Whatever! You guys always plot against me,” The Joker complains (what else is new?), bringing the paper closer to his face. “HA!HA!HA!HA!” he cracks up, seeing the  five sticks and a circle with a bunch of green lines around it representing him. “The kid nailed it, he has talent!” he kisses the child’s forehead, smitten with the masterpiece. “You absolutely captured how handsome I am,” he winks, amused on a whole different level.

“You like it grandpa?” Alexis smiles, excited to see J is so happy.

“Oh, I absolutely love it!” and he begins to laugh with all his heart noticing the stick figure laying down at his feet, wearing a black cape, representing Batsy. “Oh my God, this is great!” The Joker proudly states, not bored anymore. “This is going on the fridge, Kitten! Actually no, I’m gonna frame it! Great job, give me a kiss.”

Your grandson reaches over to peck J’s cheek and the inevitable question arises again ( he asks this at least twice a week):

“Why are you so pale, grandpa?”

You snicker, going through your clothes in the walk-in closet, but eavesdropping on them like you always do. The Joker always tells the same story and Alexis listens with his mouth opened every single time:

“When grandma fell from heaven right in front of me, she was so beautiful that I died for a few minutes, but then she kissed me and brought me back to life. Ain’t that right, Doll?”

“Suuureeeee,” you peek out of your spot, amazed how J’s baloney sounds so interesting to your grandchild, even if he heard it a million times.

“I was dead for a while, that’s why I look so pale.”

“Waaaahhhh,” the kid gasps, fascinated, kissing The Joker’s cheek again.

“Isn’t grandma beautiful? How was I supposed not to die when I saw her?” he devilishly smirks.

“Yesssss,” Alexis meows when his grandpa squeezes his face together.

“She doesn’t look a day over 50, am I right?”

“Yessss,” the child agrees again, squeaking under J’s embrace.

“That’s because I am 50!” you shout, irritated.

You certainly didn’t marry him for his flattery skills.

“What did I tell you, hm?” The Joker purrs. “Your grandma’s a fox! Hey,” he whispers, ”you got a girlfriend since last time I saw you?” (which was… 2 days ago), your husband teases the little one, elbowing him and he giggles like crazy.

“N-no, nooooo!” he struggles to respond, trying to catch his breath, even if he doesn’t really understands the meaning.

“You’re not missing anything,” The Joker continues to whisper, accomplice with his grandson. “She starts out as your girl, then she wants to get married, then she wants to have kids and she keeps on telling you what to do. Princess! Nobody tells me what to do!!!” he yells, addressing the issue and you would answer if you would give a damn.  He just hears your heavy sigh from the closet so he lowers his voice again:

“What did I tell you? Probably she’s rolling her eyes right now.” He’s right, you are because you can still distinguish their “man to man” conversation. “Don’t get a sassy girl like grandma, alright? She’s very feisty! Pinky promise?” J gets deeply secretive and Alexis agrees to it, sealing the pact with his tiny finger. It feels really important so he kisses J’s cheek once more, thrilled they have another secret together.

“Grandpa, are you going to die?” the sudden question unexpectedly comes and it makes you sad. It was a child’s innocent curiosity but it really pulls at your heartstrings.

“Nooo, I’m not going to die: grandma would kill me and never speak to me again.”

“Exactly!” you take a step out of your sanctuary, then turn around and go back in so they won’t see your teary eyes.

“What did I tell you, hm? She’s so feisty, don’t get a feisty woman. Actually, I take it back: get one, they’re awesome.”

Alexis repeatedly nods a yes, not having a clue about what The Joker is rambling about, but signs he’s going to keep his lips sealed. Him and J are great ones for secrets nobody knows about.

You finally get fed up sorting out all your dresses so you come out, joining the guys’ club on the bed. The kid screams and jumps up and down until your catch him in your arms and cover him in kisses. He absolutely loves it since you two spoil him rotten.

“You look like your dad when he was your age,” you get sentimental, remembering when Kase was a baby.” Alexis hugs you and laughs in your ear, wanting to play some more.

“You know what that means, Y/N: Kase resembles me so well and when this kiddo grows up, he will probably look like me too. I have such amazing, strong genes!” The Joker concludes, flaring his arms around.

“Yeah, baby, it’s all you, you didn’t get any help,” you scoff, lifting your grandchild up in the air and he snickers, urging you to lift him higher.” I wish I could but you’re heavyyyyy!!!” you grunt, still making an effort and he screams up a storm, delighted and laughing.

“I really think we should have a granddaughter,” J brings up the subject again. “ I need a tiny Princess to play with; she’ll have to have my charm and your attitude.”
“Shut up, J!” you snarl at him and he kicks you with his leg.

“I’m going to put in an order with our kid and his girlfriend, we waited enough.”

“It’s not a McDonald’s drive-thru where you just go and order a granddaughter,” you shake your head, wishing this one was actually true.

“Yes it is. I am The Joker and if I want something I get it.”

He’s overconfident on this one.

“Can I go play in my room?” Alexis jumps from the bed on the floor, hyper and energetic after he warn you out. He has his own room at the Penthouse since he sleeps over so often.

“Yes, you can go,” you agree, falling on your back on the soft pillows, drained. “Goodness, he has so much stamina,” you inhale, watching him storm out of the bedroom.

“Just like me, I told you I have good genes,” J really makes it a point of reminding you.

You crawl in bed by him and tuck a rebel strand of green hair behind his ear, smiling, letting him have it:

“You do, you really do.”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice your red eyes. Were you crying in the closet?” J frowns, tracing your lips with his thumb.

You avert your gaze, gulping, and he forces you to look at him:

“I just had a stupid heart attack, I’m not dying or anything, got it?”

“U-hum,” you sniffle, cuddling to him.

“I mean, come on, you would probably drag me out of the coffin so you can send me to get you a diamond necklace you want or something. Am I right?” he caresses your back and you chuckle:

“Yes, I would.”

“See? I can’t disgracefully embarrass myself like that at my own funeral, it would be a disaster. So I have to postpone the moment.”

“Wow, you and your scenarios,” you actually laugh even if you are not in the mood to.

“Hey, Y/N, wanna fool around later on?” The Joker kisses you, covering both of you with the blanket.

“No, the doctor said you can’t strain yourself.”

“Huh??!!! Since when having sex means I’m straining myself?” he mutters, annoyed.

“You’ll have to ask the doctor, baby,” you nonchalantly reply, entertained on how stubborn he is all the time.

“What?! I’m not gonna ask the doctor if I can sleep with my wife. No way!“

“I wouldn’t risk it,” you try to reason with him.

I’m a natural, ok?! Pfftttt, straining myself,” J mocks, insulted, squeezing you in his arms.

“Oh,” you suddenly remember, “time to take your med,” and you get out of bed, searching for it on the coffee table.

“I’m not taking that stupid pill, I don’t need it!” he whines, unhappy.

“You’re worse than Alexis, you know that?” you scold him, taking one tablet out of the foil.

“You can’t make me take it!” he pouts.

Well, I guess there is only one thing left to do.

“If you take your medication we can full around later tonight,” you wink at him, biting on your lip.

“This is sabotage, Kitten!” he squints his blue eyes, sulking. “But you have good negotiation skills. Deal!” he reaches his hand for the tablet and you give it to him. “And I want you to wear that red outfit I like,” he grins, anticipating all the fun.

“Which one? I have about 50 red ones.”

“The red, lacy one.”

“Which one? That narrows it down to about 15.”

“Jesus, Doll, the strapless one.”

“Two piece or one piece?”

“The two piece, woman!!!!” he raises his voice, impatient.

“Oh, that one,” you pretend you finally got it even if you knew all along. You just love to tease him. “Wanna have another heart attack, old man? That’s a very indecent outfit,” you smile and he takes his pill, lifting his shoulders.

“Not the worse way to die,” he grinds his teeth, rightfully concluding it’s worth the risk.

“Alright, you asked for it,” you pucker your lips, realizing it’s so quiet. “I think I will go check on our grandson, I don’t like this calm before the storm,” you let J know, certain the kid is definitely up to something.

“I’ll be waiting, Princess,” The Joker purrs as you head towards the door.

“Fine, get ready; you’re in for a treat,” you tease him before closing the door behind you.

“I don’t have to get ready, you know I’m a natural!” he shouts and hears you giggle as you walk away.

Definitely worth having a sassy woman in your life, The Clown Prince Of Crime decides, wanting to take a nap before the grand finale tonight.



SAT Vocab 49: Candor

(KÂN dər)
open honesty

“You look bad,” Loki comments, as you enter his room with your usual folder.

“What a stunning candor,” you grumble. “Why the honesty, god of mischief?”

“Hoping my frankness will force you to pay me back with the same openness,” you roll your eyes. “Come on, I can help.”

“Oh really?” you ask sarcastically. “And why would you?”

“It will be very boring here if you just stop coming here. I worry about your human… existence.”

“I just have nightmares,” you answer quickly. “Nothing too bad.”

“I can help with that if you want,” Loki smiles softly. “I am the god of mischief, I have quite a control over dreams and nightmares.”

“And how do I control my dreams?”

“You pray to me,” he exclaims, then giggles. “I am kidding, you just have to wear this talisman,” he shows you a small dark-blue stone. “And that is all.”

“And I will lose my freedom, won’t I?”

“Now why would you?” Loki laughs and nods. “You simply will like me better.”

“I already like you enough, I do not want any more of headache,” you deny the ‘gift’, feeling that this gift may end up causing more trouble than it will give you relief.

“As you wish,” he keeps looking at you, then sighs. “If you don’t start sleeping better, I will stop cooperating.”

“As if you ever cooperated.”

“I am right now. Now imagine what it will be like to talk to me when I am not in the mood for dealing with any of your human kind,” you almost gasp in mock terror, then actually think of how Loki would act if he actually wanted to get out of this cage. And you actually get scared because no matter how innocent and weak he looks now, you can see pretty clearly that he is a rather dangerous man.


I was bored so I drew my favorite character in II,Nickel!
Though,I thought,
How about I try to make him fabulous?
So yeah,At first I laughed it off after I drew the first one,but when I drew the second one
“Oh god I’m actually starting to like this”
“What have I done?”
“It doesn’t even make sense”

Anyways,I sure hope I didn’t ruin Nickel for you,But oh well

kissmeimalicia  asked:

Would you mind writing something small for Peter picking up his girlfriend at the airport after she's been gone on a long trip? Or even just headcanons for traveling with Peter? (I'm about to get on a plane and go back to school... 😟)

You glanced at Tony beside you on the plane, unsurprised to see that he was asleep.

The pair of you had been on a mission in France for the past three months, and it had been exhausting. Three months with no contact with any of your friends, or your boyfriend.

You sighed, thinking of how much you’d missed your boyfriend, Peter. You’d missed his birthday and your one-year-anniversary of dating each other.

“You daydreaming about Spiderling?”

You jumped in surprise as Tony straightened in his seat, a knowing smirk on his face.

“You’ve got that look on your face,” he continued, teasing you now. You rolled your eyes.

“I miss him!” you said defensively, before biting your lip. “Have you heard from Pepper?”

The pair were still on bad terms after Tony reluctantly broke off their relationship, and the topic had come up enough times during the mission to tell you that he missed her.

Tony sighed. “Nothing. She’s probably moved on by now.”

You squeezed his hand in an attempt to comfort him, just as the plane began to descend.

“Who’s picking us up?” you asked Tony as he picked up your luggage and handed it to you. You followed him out towards the waiting area in the airport.

“Probably some charming S.H.I.E.L.D escort,” he told you with a wink, making you burst out laughing. A three month long mission with anyone else would be boring, but Tony made it fun.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!”

You looked up in confusion as you heard someone calling your name. Your jaw dropped as you saw your boyfriend standing by the rows of chairs.

“Peter?” you laughed, dropping your bags and setting off at a run towards him.

The pair of you collided in a hug. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, laughing hysterically as he spun you around.

“Oh my god I missed you so much!” you told him, pulling away and pressing kisses all over his face. You could feel him grinning.

“I missed you too, beautiful,” Peter whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours. “How was France?”

“Exhausting,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “How’s Queens?”

“Boring without you,” he replied with a wink. “How’s Mr Stark?”

“Missing Pepper,” you said sadly.

Peter grinned suddenly, making you frown in confusion.

“What?” you asked. “Am I missing something here?”

He pulled away from you, holding your shoulders gently to turn you to face Tony. Your confusion only increased, until you noticed the blonde woman he was talking to.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “She’s back?”

Peter nodded, wrapping an arm round your waist and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“She called me this morning, said she’d be happy to bring me to the airport with her,” he explained. “She seems really nice.”

“Pepper’s brilliant,” you replied with a smile, watching as Tony and Pepper embraced. “I’m glad she’s back.”

“I’m glad you’re back,” Peter told you, nuzzling your forehead with his nose. You giggled, taking his hand in yours and pressing a kiss to the back.

“C'mon Romeo, let’s go home,” you grinned.

Still Beating (Part 8)

For previous parts click here. I have a feeling you’ll like this chapter…thanks for reading. x

I convince Harry to come back to Ms. Wilson’s class on Monday morning. Even though he’s dropped the course, I want him to come for some reason. I feel guilty he’s not in the class anymore. He says it’s not a big deal, since he doesn’t need the credit to graduate. I know he dropped it after I told him I don’t want to be friends. I find it ironic now that I’m asking him to come.

Evan knows not to pick me up at my old dorm since I’m no longer living there, but it’s just occurred to me that he doesn’t know exactly where I am. All I told him is that I’m staying with “someone I met in class.” Which is true. It just so happens that this classmate is the one who practically assaulted him in a restaurant. I text him a reminder quickly. He responds back immediately, wishing me a good day. I say the same back, adding a happy face and an I love you. My phone remains silent.

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Oh, I really want to draw a lot of them!XD

You cann’t imagine how much I love this cartoon!
It is so amazing!

Oh my God I’m incredibly in love with this song!
She is the most amazing!
I am ready to listen to it all day and I do not get bored!

Ah … I’m incredibly like Francour and Lucille~ !
They are incredibly cool together in the execution of this tune!~
Heh this cartoon really gives me an exciting emotions!
I am feeling all the emotion and joy and sadness at some point!!!

Oh, how I love cartoons whose homeland is France!>U<~


DC drama
  • Bruce: So you're REALLY okay with Clark being back with Lois?
  • Diana: Damn STRAIGHT I am. It wasn't until he half-died that I realized how...INCREDIBLY boring a couple we were.
  • Bruce: Oh thank god you said it, you two were super boring.
  • Diana: Fight crime, make out, fight crime, make out, would it KILL us to go on a normal date and develop as people?
  • Bruce: I have the opposite problem, me and my girl Selina got it TOO complicated. "Oh I'd love to date you steadily, but I'm taking the rap for 300 plus killings my step-sister did!"
  • Diana: Yeah that's a shame, she's so nice.
  • Harley Quinn: Oh you think YOU have love proble-
  • Bruce: Diana!
  • Diana: Sorry, sorry...I just want happiness for her.
  • Harley: Aw, your aces Wondey!
  • Bruce: And hopefully the universe won't kill off Steve again.
  • Diana: Seriously, its not like I NEED a man, but does Steve NEED to die?
  • Bruce: Reverse-fridging IS still fridging.
  • Harley: Mr.J once shoved me in a fridge...I should call him.
  • Diana: AND-its time to get you back to Bell Reve.

i guess the first thing that should be said is: is literally anyone actually really surprised by the tack she seems to be taking here?

the next thing i want to say is I’m REALLY looking forward to the pop culture thinkpiece from someone crankier than myself that breaks down in viciously sardonic terms the parallels between this first visual impact piece of self-victimization and white privilege she puts out there versus the constant self-victimization and white privilege that’s currently tearing apart the country from within the very heart of the White House -

you know, all that victimization and privilege and white money that she makes bank on and doesn’t speak out against while paying the same sort of generic ‘i love u all’ lipservice to safety and diversity Ivanka does.

i mean, where the fuck does this scarlet letter ‘oh my god i am so overexposed and everybody hates me, look at my couture trashed sweatie top’ shit get off. this is the most calculated tweener edge move i’ve seen since the last time i saw designer safety pin earrings on sale at Hot Topic.

which was last week but i was bored and i was in the mall, but i digress.

the point is, i am exhausted with how unsurprised i am about any of this. my jadedness is so extreme right now that you could carve an egg of intricate design off my left buttcheek and display it in the National Museum of China, like a knockoff of something from the Qin dynasty with possibly unsettling sexual undertones.

this is going to be a fucking long autumn, my sweeties.

buckle the fuck up.

Ragnarok is comin’.