others will be better i promise

“I’ll be here for you, I love you.”

It’s not exactly the last thing we said to each other, but the last bit of romance that was left. We were long distance for about 11 months, he always promised me I was the only one. In the last few weeks he began to push me away and I knew what it meant, there’s someone better. Someone prettier, someone nicer, someone he can physically touch. Something I couldn’t give him. I asked him to forget me, in which he replied that he couldn’t forget me as long as he lived. He forgot me weeks ago when he was making her feel the way I did.
I wish him the best, but I hope he feels like shit for doing the one thing he promised never to do.

anonymous asked:

im so scared ill never find a boyfriend, someone who loves me. I'm overweight and ugly and constantly sad and idk what to do. not boys in my year will even talk to me unless its because they are forced to for work

your worth is not dependent on how many guys find you attractive. who cares if they don’t find you attractive?? it doesn’t mean that you’re ugly or unloveable or invaluable. please dont let your perception of yourself depend on how others view you, because i promise, you’re worth much more than they’ll ever realise.

*✧·゚:* IT’S SLEEPOVER TIME! *:·゚✧* send me an ask about anything - lets get to know each other better!

writers:
  • break up your paragraphs. big paragraphs are scary, your readers will get scared
  • fuuuuck epithets. “the other man got up” “the taller woman sat down” “the blonde walked away” nahhh. call them by their names or rework the sentence. you can do so much better than this (exception: if the reader doesn’t know the character(s) you’re referring to yet, it’s a-okay to refer to them by an identifying trait)
  • blunette is not a thing
  • new speaker, new paragraph. please.
  • “said” is such a great word. use it. make sweet love to it. but don’t kill it
  • use “said” more than you use synonyms for it. that way the use of synonyms gets more exciting. getting a sudden description of how a character is saying something (screaming, mumbling, sighing) is more interesting that way.
  • if your summary says “I suck at summaries” or “story better than summary” you’re turning off the reader, my dude. your summary is supposed to be your hook. you gotta own it, just like you’re gonna own the story they’re about to read
  • follow long sentences w short ones and short ones w long ones. same goes for paragraphs
  • your writing is always better than you think it is. you just think it’s bad because the story’s always gonna be predicable to the one who’s writing it
  • i love u guys keep on trucking

yg: bigbang? better wait a year to give them a brief comeback before sending them into the military!

yg: 2ne1? better promise a comeback and then disband them just as our other powerhouse group goes into the military!

yg: winner? better make them bust their asses and wait a year to comeback, then put them on the back burner before we kick one of their central members out of the group!

yg: blackpink? better only give them 3.5 songs to build a strong fanbase for them as they lead our company after we lose other groups!

yg: ikon? better make sure to pimp the hell out of bobby & b.i. and just ignore the fact that no one’s going to buy the group’s music if they only know/like 2/7 members of the group!

yg: ah yes, we shall continue to be a force to be reckoned with in the kpop industry! genius!

why do people who use the “lol u triggered” subset of Jokes™ only use Those Certain Ones and nothing else like I just heard a guy use the same “punchline” 4 separate times regarding 4 separate things like not only is this humor bananas offensive but it’s also repetitive and boring as sin on the most basic level.

2

If they “don’t think people are really bi/ace,” or if they think they can’t trust you because you’re bi/ace, you deserve better. Invalidating your identity or using your identity against you is not okay, and having a partner who does that might feel like it comes with the territory of being bi/ace, but I promise you it doesn’t.

Chanyeol told the other members he will go to the bathroom and then go with them out to celebrate the awards they got today. 

But instead he came on Vapp and did the good night broadcast to thank us for the winnings they got, to assure us everything is fine and to promise us EXO will be even better next year and work even harder for EXO Ls.

How can you not be proud to stan such a kind and amazing person. I am literally crying right now

When will Kpop fans understand the concept that their fave will not be at the top forever? Every group has their peak of popularity and no group lasts forever so why can’t people just get out of their tiny little bubble and just enjoy the music instead of constantly pinning groups and fandoms against each other? I can promise you that there are so many better things to do in life, and you’ll probably be 10x happier if you just stop with the immaturity.

10 things I learned in 2016

1. Travel, a lot. Buy a ticket, grab a friend, and discover places you’ve never been to.
2. Say goodbye. The friendship you had with someone since Year 1 will change and sometimes you slowly distance yourself from each other.
3. Be kind. We live in a cruel, awful world but that isn’t an excuse to be rude and cold hearted.
4. Write. Take a piece of paper and pour your heart out. Write down everything that comes to your mind, I promise you’ll feel so much better afterwords.
5. Dream. It doesn’t matter whether your goals and wishes seem impossible to reach, just try to follow them.
6. Let go. The past is the past and shouldn’t determine the life you live now.
7. Fail. There is nothing more uplifting than failing and getting up again to succeed. We learn from mistakes and while it’s hard to accept, we grow through them,too.
8. Accept yourself. Barely anyone fits into today’s beauty standards and that’s okay. As long as you feel comfortable and healthy, the opinion of other people with judgement clouded minds shouldn’t matter to you.
9. Get help. It’s okay to ask for help and get the support you need.
10. Be independent. I don’t say that you should break up with your partner or get ride of all your friends but please don’t lose yourself in the process of being in a relationship or friendship for that matters.

vox.com
Why Obamacare enrollees voted for Trump
Whitley County, Kentucky's uninsured rate declined 60 percent under Obamacare. So why did 82 percent of voters there support Donald Trump?
By Sarah Kliff

I spent last week in southeastern Kentucky talking to Obamacare enrollees, all of whom supported Trump in the election, trying to understand how the health care law factored into their decisions.

Many expressed frustration that Obamacare plans cost way too much, that premiums and deductibles had spiraled out of control. And part of their anger was wrapped up in the idea that other people were getting even better, even cheaper benefits — and those other people did not deserve the help.

There was a persistent belief that Trump would fix these problems and make Obamacare work better. I kept hearing informed voters, who had watched the election closely, say they did hear the promise of repeal but simply felt Trump couldn’t repeal a law that had done so much good for them. In fact, some of the people I talked to hope that one of the more divisive pieces of the law — Medicaid expansion — might become even more robust, offering more of the working poor a chance at the same coverage the very poor receive.

“I really think Medicaid is good, but I’m really having a problem with the people that don’t want to work,” she said. “Us middle-class people are really, really upset about having to work constantly, and then these people are not responsible.”

Oller had told me earlier that she had enrolled on Medicaid for a few months, right before she started this job. She was taking some time off to care for her husband, who has cancer and was in chemotherapy treatment. I asked how she felt about enrolling in a program she sometimes criticizes.

“Oh, no,” she said quickly. “I worked my whole life, so I know I paid into it. I just felt like it was a time that I needed it. That’s what the system is set up for.”


TLDR: white people only like obamacare when it benefits them, but resents that it also helps POC and poor people, so they vote for Trump even if it means they also risk losing their own healthcare. 

i know they say nostalgia is a filthy liar whose hands are laced with memories that take your breath away and make your eyes water but oh my god it still feels good to visit that place once in a while

it still feels good to visit when I loved you and you loved me and every time we saw other we were wrapped up in each other’s arms and we couldn’t keep our mouths off of each other. it still feels good to remember what it felt like to be held by you. your sweet words promising forever.

how can nostalgia be a liar and make things seem better than they were when they were really the best?

A Thousand Tomorrows

Originally posted by claracivry

In answer to this anonymous request: can you pls write something for Credence based on “can i hold your hand?” & “i love you today, and i’ll love you tomorrow and everyday after that.”? feel free to make it extra fluffy if you wish!! thank you

A/N: Arghhh, I’ve gotten so behind on answering requests and I’ve been very busy with other things as well. But I promise, I’m slowly working through each of them!

Again, do let me know if there’s anything you’d like to see me write!

title: A Thousand Tomorrows

warnings: fluff, slight mentions of abuse, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluffffff

 

     Sometimes, Credence thinks he’s living in a daydream.

     That certainly seems to be the case, especially when he wakes up each morning to the tantalizing smell of pastries, freshly baked and bought from Mr. Kowalski’s store. Tina makes it a habit to drop them off each day, but rarely has time to enjoy them before rushing off to work.

     Or maybe it’s Newt’s fantastic, marvelous case of equally fascinating creatures that makes him think so. He’s found that he particularly likes to look at the bowtruckles. They’re tiny and adorable, and he’s beginning to form an attachment to one of them.

     Perhaps it’s the way Ms. Goldstein, the golden haired one who smiles sadly whenever she sees him, always comes by to make him a dinner so large he can never finish it. He wonders why she always winces when his thoughts meander towards Mary Lou and the sting of the belt across his palm.

     Or maybe, Credence decides, it’s the fact that you’re there with him.

     You, with your sincere smiles. You, with your sleepy good mornings. You, with the way you’ll cry for him when he wakes, trembling from nightmares, reciting all the poisonous lies Mary Lou branded into him, palms proffered, braced for a beating.

     He wonders what makes you so magical.

     It’s in the way you talk, Credence realizes, staring in what he believes is an inconspicuous manner. (It’s not.) Perhaps the magic is laced in the curve of your lips, in the twinkle of your eyes when you chatter on, just the right amount of excited. He feels a sort of strange, alien fluttering in his stomach, and he falters, unsure of whether he likes it or not.

     It’s in the way you laugh, Credence amends, watching as you pause to snicker at a joke Newt’s just made, attempting to suppress your laughter. You’re mostly failing, and he finds that his own mouth is copying yours, grinning. He hastily corrects himself. The magic, he says firmly, is in the way you beam, infectious and giddy. There’s that funny feeling again, Credence notes. He thinks he likes it.

     It’s definitely in the way you love, Credence revises. His gaze follows you as you cradle one of Newt’s Occamies, laughing that familiar, bell-like laugh, before you set it down in its nest. There’s an undeniable magical quality to the way you whisper ‘I love you’, to the hushed, secretive nature of your voice, as though the words are far too big to be contained should anyone else hear it.

     The night is cold, but Credence is not, because you’re there with him. He watches, fascinated, as you laugh into the chilly air, breath puffing out in little gasps, and wonders what it would be like to kiss the breath from your lips. But those are dangerous waters, and his eyes flicker down to your hands instead, exposed to the winter air.

     “Can I hold your hand?”

     There’s a beat of surprised silence from you, and you turn toward him, eyes wide and shining. He begins to stutter, to backtrack, because oh why did I have to ruin it, he scolds himself. But you’ll have none of that, and he finds your fingers lacing with his, already starting to warm up.

     You smile at him, the widest he’s ever seen. And there’s that feeling again, where it’s like the world has dropped beneath him, leaving only you and him, alone in the sky, hands entwined.

     “Don’t leave me,” he breathes out, rushed and quiet and everything terrified. He shouldn’t be scared, he really shouldn’t; Newt and Tina and everyone else didn’t spend all this time making sure he knew he was loved for nothing.

     But he is, and when you don’t answer, he stares down, shame burning his cheeks, and suddenly, he doesn’t feel like he’s floating anymore. The world has dropped from under his feet, but it’s no longer a pleasant sensation, and he tugs his hand from yours.

     You grasp his arm.

     You can feel his muscles, thin and starved, tighten beneath your touch. Credence stills, refusing to make eye contact, so you slide in front of him instead, forcing him to look at you.    

     “Credence,” you begin, “Listen to me.” You reach up to cup his cheeks, and you sense more than hear the slight hitch in his breath. “I will never leave you. I love you, Credence. I love you today, and I’ll love you tomorrow and everyday after that. And in the infinity after death, I’ll continue to love you.”

     Your thumb snags on a stray tear, but you’re not quite sure who it belongs to. Credence is happy, and he’s never thought it possible to feel so much. It’s overwhelming, and yet, he likes it. He definitely likes it.

    Everything about you, Credence decides firmly, is magic.

There is a big, big difference between

“We broke up because we were going through some personal events in our lives that led to a lot of confusing feelings so we chose to end the relationship, and we ended up getting back together after a lot of talking when everything was settled down, and now we are back to our loving relationship” 

and

“We broke up because the other part cheated/was abusive/was super bad for me, so I terminated the relationship because that’s what was better for me, but they promise that they changed and love me won’t do that again, so we are getting back”

Last year– I was in love with someone that I have already lost. Somewhere between the change, somewhere between our smiling– I think we knew. Some day too soon, we lost each other because of who we were. Sometimes I still feel wrong, sometimes I still feel out of it. The birds sound a little louder, my heart a little lighter. A year later and I’m still sitting here, it’s just without you. A year later and I’m much better, it’s just growth. A year later and I’m still writing, it’s just more of me, myself and I. I’ve been thinking a lot about beginnings. how a kiss has to end for lips to spell love. how something has to break for a smile. it’s easy to make promises when you’re falling faster than you can get up. but lately, most days a part of you touches me without you knowing. most days the rain falls without the tears. most days I don’t see my scars in the mirror. and we may hurt each other. we may cut ourselves on the windows. but we may love each other like we’ve never been loved before– it’s been months of winter in my chest..so now I’m dancing alone just to stay warm. I still linger, I still linger. Winter, winter– forever in my bones, forever in my bones. Baby, it’s cold outside– I’ve seen the rain come and go, I’ve seen the seasons fly by. I’ve seen the lovers stay for a second, I’ve seen the lovers of yesterday stay afloat. I’ve seen myself bend the knee, I’ve seen depression make me bleed. I’ve seen myself change– but it’s never for the right reasons. My happy little pill, my happy little pill– he sings, he sings. My happy little life, my happy little knife. My happy little life, my happy little scars. My happy little lake, my happy little river. And still, he sings. And still, she sings. And still, they sink.
—  The Ate & The Bunso

but imagine yuuri and victor arguing whether they should teach their baby to speak japanese or russian because they just wanted the baby’s first language not to be english.

“i don’t want my son to learn english first. i want him to learn english later,” yuuri said. “i want him to learn japanese first.”

“i agree that he better learn something other than english first, but,” victor replied. “he should learn russian first.”

“no, he should learn japanese first. russian is hard,” yuuri argued.

“but japanese is way more difficult than russian,” victor argued back.

the argument continued too long until it stopped with yuuri saying, “vitya,” with his puppy eyes. victor was weak with yuuri’s puppy eyes so he just jumped onto yuuri and said, “okay, we won’t teach russian first to our baby.”

but then victor taught their baby french because his promise was “not to teach the baby russian first” and was not “to teach the baby japanese first”

Bed is better with two

(A/N): Oh my god I freaking love sleepy, cuddly fanfics

Request:  Hey :) Maybe you can write something where the reader has problems with sleeping in the night which leads her to be awake half of it. And Steve has his daily arguments with Tony and gets pressure from Nat to find a girlfriend so he can’t sleep either? And they meet in the hallway which leads them to sit down in the readers room and talk about it and they find out they can sleep way better when theyre together? So they sleep in hugging each other and someone finds them like that the next morning?

Warnings: None


Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

   “C’mon Steve,” Nat nearly pleads as Steve begins to suit up for the mission they were on. “Just one date with her, I promise it’ll be good,” Steve smiles as he turns to look at Nat all the while strapping his helmet onto his head. 

   “Nat, I appreciate your concern, I really do but I don’t think I’m in any position to start dating,” 

   “How come? To old or not your type,” Steve merely smiles as he repositions his shield on his back, gearing up for the ramp to drop, leaving him to fall through the air. 

   “I’m an independent man who don’t need anybody,” Is all that Steve offers before the ramp opens and he casually walks to the end of it. He gives Nat a little two fingered salute before jumping off, leaving him free falling through the air. 


   “C’mon (Y/N),” Wanda whines as she scoots a bit closer to her friend. “You’ll love him, he’s really sweet and nice and-” 

   “Wanda,” (Y/N) replies softly, taking Wanda’s hand and patting it gently. “It’s very sweet of you to try to set me up but I don’t think I’m ready,” Wanda gives them a small head tilt, her brows furrowing in confusion as she does so. 

   “Why? Bad relationship? Not your type?” (Y/N) merely smiles gently as the gives Wanda’s hand one last pat before letting it go. 

   “Too busy,” 

    To put their fake facades to the side (Y/N) and Steve actually wanted- needed someone in their lives like a significant other. They both craved that stability that a lover would bring, the constant love of someone, a constant companion through their adventures, someone to spend rainy days with. The only problem was they both had a certain kind of person in mind; each other. 

   Neither of them realized it (or anyone else for that matter) but both (Y/N) and Steve needed each other like they needed air to breathe. They needed that stability, but they needed it with each other. That’s why they always refused their friends requests to get them shacked up with someone random person, always giving them the ‘oh, they’re so nice!’ or the ‘You’ll love them!’ explanations. It wouldn’t ever work , neither party ever planned on going out with someone useless, not when they had eyes for each other at least. 

   Of course the two didn’t even know how to go about their crushes, after all what would you expect from a 95 year old virgin and an awkward, shy creature such as (Y/N)? So they dealt with it the only way they knew how to, by ignoring it. This had worked for quite some time, both of them walking on eggshells around each other but they both knew it was going to fall apart soon, just like every genius plan they had but neither of them expected it to happen the way it had. 


   Recently (Y/N) had been having sleeping problems, much to their own dismay. They couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard they tried. They spent all hours of the night laying in bed, hoping that eventually exhaustion would take over and they’d pass out but it never did. So they were left to stare up at their ceiling in an angry, tired haze as sleep evaded their body like the plague. 

   It was getting to the point of being problematic for them, If they were getting no sleep then they weren’t doing anything well. Their work was getting sloppy, they were constantly irritable and the had lost their appetite. 

   It concerned Steve to see (Y/N) starting to act so different, after all it had come out of the blue and they were never, ever like this. They’d gone from a sweet and bubbly to grouchy and gloomy all over the course of a few days. So yeah, it was more than a little concerning to see them acting so drastically different. But Steve decided to let it be, after all if they had been having a problem they would have come to him if they wanted to talk, so why meddle? 

   Steve decided to keep this ‘no meddling’ act up for a good chunk of the week, completely dismissing (Y/N)’s bad moods and suddenly strange behavior. But that act all turned to shit when Steve had decided to take a late night run, attempting to clear his head of all the nightmares he’d just had. 

   Recently Steve had been having sleeping problems as well, mostly due to his constant nightmares but something as of late just didn’t feel right. He once felt satisfied in his own bed by himself but somehow this had changed recently. He craved to be close to someone while he slept, he needed that extra warmth and assurance and let’s just say none of the other avengers were to up for it. So most nights he was left to his own devices, leaving him to spend his nights all alone and longing for something more.

    And that’s exactly the reason Steve had been going out for a run that morning. He kept telling himself that instead of wasting his time doing nothing but lying in bed awake he should be up, doing something productive so he resorted to running. The constant running (from 4 until 7) usually wiped him out enough to allow him a few hours of restless shut eye although over the last few days not even that was working. Steve’s body physically needed something more than a flight response, he needed that stability and reassurance, he needed some goddamn sleep. 

   So instead of staying inside and wasting away in his bed he decided to go for that unnecessary run, hoping this time it would help more than the last. Steve had just gotten his shoes laced up when he heard the quiet creak of someone’s door. Steve looked down to his watch in confusion, the time read 4:15, a complete and utterly nonsensical time for anyone to be up at. And yet, there was the soft pitter patter of feet on the floor and suddenly (Y/N) was standing in the living area, groggily rubbing at their eyes. 

   Steve gulps as he takes in (Y/N)’s appearance, nothing but an oversized shirt and maybe some underwear underneath that (maybe). They had a sleepy, look about them and their hair was a complete mess but Steve would be lying if he didn’t think It was the cutest thing ever. 

   “Hey,” Steve breaths out as he rises from his seat on the couch. (Y/N) had obviously not been expecting someone to be awake at this hour either because as soon as Steve spoke they nearly screeched as they all but dropped to floor in surprise. 

    “Oh, h-hey Steve,” (Y/N) smiles as they awkwardly rub at their arms. “Didn’t expect you to be up,” Steve smiles back, albeit with the same awkwardness. 

   "Me neither, so uh-“ Steve rubs at the back of his neck, searching the room anywhere but (Y/N), refusing to meet their adorably sleepy gaze. "Why are you up so late, I mean early?” (Y/N) sighs as they shift their weight from foot to foot, biting their lip as they do so.

    “I’ve been having troubles sleeping recently,” (Y/N) admits in an almost guilty tone. “So instead I’ve been coming out to here to not sleep some more,” (Y/N) chuckles awkwardly and they nearly cringe at how awful it sounds. Steve eyes (Y/N) curiously for a moment before looking back down at his sneakers, contemplating his answer.

    “So you too? With the sleeping problems and all?” Steve looks back up to (Y/N) and their gazes connect and Steve swears he’s never seen the poor kid any more tired. It was obvious now that he looked closer, just how tired they were. Their eyes had lost that natural shine and they seemed to always be in this glazed over state of pure exhaustion.

    (Y/N) nods a bit as they stifle a yawn, biting their lip a bit harder. Steve nods as well, in complete understanding. 

    “So you’ve been having sleeping problems too?” (Y/N) asks softly and Steve wants to melt at the tone, so tired and so full of…of something. Steve nods a bit before gesturing to his workout outfit. 

    “I’ve take up early morning runs to help cope I guess,” a small silence falls over the two, neither one quite knowing what to say. It was strange they’d both been having sleeping problems and the exact same time. Maybe it was a sign or something? Steve dismissed the thought as soon as it surfaced, his mind telling him it was just a silly thought. But that thought continued to plague Steve and he knew it wasn’t going to stop until he addressed it. 

    “S-so uh-” Steve trails off, losing his confidence momentarily. Steve shyly looks up at (Y/N) under his lashes and the sight that greets him only fuels his small bit of confidence. (Y/N) looked so exhausted, so so so exhausted and they both needed this. Needed some sleep. Needed each other. “Since neither of us can sleep and this little pattern we got going isn’t helping what if-” Steve’s tongue darts out to swipe along his lips, wetting the dry skin. “What if we tried something, together?” (Y/N) looks interest enough and when they shrug their shoulders Steve continues on. “What if- what if we slept together? Not sexually or anything but just like holding each other or somethin’…” Steve trails off as his confidence deplets completely, leaving him feeling insecure in what he just asked. 

   Steve fidgets around in his seat as he awaits (Y/N)’s answer. The room is silent for a few moments and Steve knows he’s fucked up, he just fucked everything up with (Y/N) and now he has no chance with them, even platonically or- 

    “I’d love that,” (Y/N) whispers tiredly. Steve quickly snaps his gaze up and he finds (Y/N) staring at him warmly, damn near melting Him to the core. 

    “R-Really?” (Y/N)’s smile grows as they extend their hand out, waiting expectantly for Steve to grab it. Steve nearly jumps from his seat, grabbing (Y/N)’s hand in his own. They give his his hand a gentle squeeze, flashing him one more warm smile before guiding him along the hallway, most likely to their bedroom.   

    As expected (Y/N) yanks him into their room, demanding he take off his shoes before he entered the room. 

   Now after some few awkward positions and a few readjustments the two were curled up together, as practically close as humanly possible. (Y/N) sighs softly as the snuggle down into the blankets, all the while reaching down to intertwine their fingers with Steve’s. Steve hums pleasantly and for once in god knows how long he actually feel as though he may be able to sleep. His eyes begin to drift shut and his lips part as he slips into a perfectly restful sleep. And (Y/N) wasn’t close behind, after all they hadn’t ever felt such warmth and comfort in their life and to say it was soothing was an understatement. Having Steve by there side was one of the best decisions they had ever made and they didn’t even regret it when Steve began to snore directly in their ear. 

 ~Extended ending~  

   The next morning Steve awoke feeling pleasantly warm and safe, something he hadn’t felt in ages. Steve hums sleepily as his hazy, sleep filled mind began to slowly connect some dots. He and (Y/N) had slept together, In the same bed and it helped. For the first time in who knows how long Steve had actually had a nice sleep. Steve smiles as he presses a little closer, relishing in the way (Y/N)’s warm body practically fit in his arms perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle. 

   "You guys are cute,“ a voice from the doorway pulls Steve from his thoughts and he nearly jumps out of bed as Sam, Bucky, and Nat all stand in the doorway, watching them With warm smiles. The voice causes (Y/N) to stir, shifting in Steve’s arms and whimpering softly in displeasure. Steve holds (Y/N) a little tighter, soothing their noises before turning to glare at the three perpetrators. 

   "Get out of here, all of you. This is the first real good sleep (Y/N) has had in weeks so if you wake them up I will not hesitate to hurt you, understand?” The group nods, all looking to each other with smug smiles before responding in unison,

    “Crystal clear Captain,”