people here are going to be so mad

This is what “balancing the Force” looks like:

I wrote a 25-page paper on Star Wars arguing that “bringing balance to the Force” didn’t mean “the Jedi will be 100% in control” (and of course not the opposite) but bringing the two aspects of the Force into alignment, using Anakin as a case study. Brief recap of my paper:

    • The Jedi literally don’t know that slavery still exists in the galaxy and are shocked when Shmi says “The Republic doesn’t exist out here… We must survive on our own.” So like… the fuck.
    • Anakin asks Qui-Gon “Have you come to free us?” and Qui-Gon says “No, I’m afraid not,” to which Anakin replies, “Why else would you be here?” Here we can see the innocence and goodness in Anakin juxtaposed against the moral ambiguity of the Jedi. They’re there for repairs on their ship - nothing more, nothing less. Witnessing slavery does nothing to change those priorities.
    • The Jedi take a child away from his mother, and when Anakin is (rightfully) scared for his mom, who has been left in slavery, the Jedi are still like well, you know, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, enforcing the laws against slavery seems kinda like a lot of work so we’re just not gonna get involved. That’s like… not quite what you would expect from the “Light” Side.
    • Anakin is literally a child whose mother has been left in slavery and, understandably, he’s kind of freaked out. Instead of acknowledging Anakin’s pain as legitimate and working with him, the Jedi take an oppositional stance, telling Anakin that “Fear is the path to the dark side” - a phrase that was much more apt in the Original Trilogy than it is here, where Anakin is only nine, and his fears are 100% rational.
    • Obi-Wan asks Anakin if he’s sleeping poorly because of his mom, Anakin basically admits yes, and Obi-Wan says “Dreams pass in time.” Uh, Obi-Wan, I’m sure you have good intentions and all, but the problem isn’t in the dream world. Anakin’s dreams are a reflection of the actual, legitimate, very real danger his mother is in, and Obi-Wan’s response only dismisses Anakin’s fear and drives him further away from the Jedi Council. And, again, the Jedi could have fixed this entire situation by either rescuing his mother or actually trying to stop slavery instead of just paying lip service to the idea.
    • Anakin and Padmé fall in love, and Padmé is like “yo is this, like, allowed to happen for you??” and Anakin says “Attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is central to a Jedi’s life, so you might say we’re encouraged to love.” So… Taking a woman’s child so he can fulfill their prophecy and leaving that woman alone and enslaved on a desert planet is compassionate behavior now? Right. Sounds fake, but okay. Also, Anakin is literally pointing out the hypocrisy in that statement - so you can love humanity and people, but you can’t love a person? That’s super weird.
      • Falling in love is like… not really something you can help? Especially not the first time. Just, you know, speaking as the classic lesbian who has fallen for a straight best friend… just saying “don’t do that” is not really going to help. At all.
    • At this point, the Jedi have created a situation where if Anakin falls in love (as he is wont to do as a literal teenager who was not brought up in the Jedi Order of his own volition), he has to keep that love secret or a) risk expulsion from the Jedi and b) prove them “right” that he can’t be trusted. Which, you know, nobody wants to do.
    • Padmé tells him that he “had a nightmare again last night,” and Anakin says, “Jedi don’t have nightmares.” Yo, what the fuck. This kid is a teenager, his mom is on a desert planet and enslaved, and now he feels like he’s not even allowed to have nightmares? Which are not conscious? I get that the Jedi are supposed to have total control over themselves, but first of all, that’s a completely unrealistic expectation to have of anyone, much less a teenager, and second of all, that’s a real fucked up thing to imply on a mental health level. “You’re guilty, even for the pain that your brain is inflicting on you from childhood trauma in situations (i.e., unconsciousness) that you can’t even control!” Yeah, no. There is no way that could possibly go well. 
      • If Anakin is made to feel guilty for being scared or having nightmares or missing his mom from whom he was taken when he was not even ten years old, and Jedi are pointing to those feelings as evidence that he is dangerous and untrustworthy, he is put in a situation where he cannot admit that he needs help and therefore cannot access help. Like, just get the kid a shrink! And maybe rescue his mom! There are ways to address this and help Anakin stop having feelings, if that’s something we really have to do, without shaming him, which is gross and also distinctly unhelpful.
    • Anakin goes back to Tatooine to find his mom, she’s been kidnapped and tortured by Tusken Raiders, she dies in his arms, and he slaughters the Tuskens and vows to become so powerful he will be able to stop people from dying. Which, like, is not ideal - not condoning murder - but he’s also seen his mother for the first time in years, like at least half a decade, and he is a) completely overrun with survivor’s guilt and b) rightfully grieving and c) also rightfully pissed the fuck off that he finally sees him mom again only to have her die in his arms. Like, I’d be pissed, too. And you know what helps with grief? Talking it out!! Therapy!! Friendship!! You know what Anakin doesn’t have? Literally any of those things. He can’t admit that he’s grieving his mom because it would threaten his place in the Jedi Order. The Order’s strictness continues to place him in a catch-22 where admitting he needs help is already condemning him.
    • Anakin beats Count Dooku in part because he is furious that Palpatine has been “captured” and taps into the Dark Side with that emotion. THEN, Padmé’s like “surprise, I’m pregnant,” and Anakin (again, understandably) flips the fuck out. He has nightmares about her dying in childbirth, and guess who he can’t go to for advice or help or even consolation? The Jedi!! Wow, this is going so well for everyone, what great policies we have here.
    • The Jedi Council want Anakin to spy on Palpatine, and Anakin (correctly) points out to Obi-Wan that this goes against the Jedi Code, against the Republic, and asks why Obi-Wan is asking this of him… to which Obi-Wan replies, “The Council is asking you.” So, you know, this doesn’t exactly endear Anakin to the Council, who have already been pretty shitty to him and are now seemingly hypocritical as well.
    • Palpatine says to Anakin, “Be careful of the Jedi, Anakin. They fear you. In time they will destroy you.” and yeah, he’s playing on Anakin’s confusion and suspicions and totally using him as a pawn here, but he’s also right. The Jedi have proven themselves to not have Anakin’s best interests at heart, even if they have good intentions. And they do fear Anakin, so, you know, that whole “non-attachment prevents fear” thing isn’t really working out for them either.
    • Palpatine tells Anakin that the Dark Side can allow you to control death, and Anakin (who, let’s remind ourselves, has watched his mother die in his arms) begs to know how so he can save Padmé should his nightmares come true and she die in childbirth. And, again, since he can’t go to the Jedi for any help with this, he feels he has no choice but to trust Palpatine.
    • Here we get to a real fun sequence of events. Palpatine tells Anakin he’s a Sith. Anakin threatens to kill Palpatine, but doesn’t, so he can maintain the possibility of learning how to save Padmé. He goes to tell the Jedi, who rush into action and don’t allow him to join them because they think his fear will cloud his judgment, ignoring the fact that a) they’re scared out of their asses too, and b) he literally just betrayed someone close to him??? for people who have really been nothing but shitty??? So I feel like Anakin’s doing surprisingly well rn and the Jedi are basically like, “Yeah, great, but also fuck you and stay here.”
    • Soooooooo, Anakin goes to save Palpatine (again, to then save his wife), and in order to save him he kills a Jedi. At this point, Anakin’s like “I’m completely fucked,” which is true (although he’s been fucked from the beginning because the Jedi suck), and he pledges himself to Palpatine because he doesn’t think he has any other option.
    • Okay, then he goes and murders a bunch of kids, so like. That’s not great. Not gonna condone that. This was A Mistake™. I think we can all agree on that. Moving on.
    • Obi-Wan and Yoda see footage of Anakin’s fun murder time and Obi-Wan goes to try to find and defeat Anakin. In order to find him, he tells Padmé what happened and then hides away on her ship.
    • Padmé talks to Anakin, flips out when she realizes Obi-Wan was telling the truth, and as she tries to talk Anakin down from his panic- and grief-fueled descent into insanity he says, “I won’t lose you the way I lost my mother! I’ve become more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of and I’ve done it for you. To protect you.”
      • Side note, at this point I get annoyed because, like, Anakin, she literally Did Not Ask. Buddy, pal, friend, she specifically told you not to do this. I know your heart is in the right place, but like, this really could have all been prevented if you’d just listened to your wife. Why are the women in Star Wars consistently the only people who know what the fuck is going on?
    • Obi-Wan reveals himself, Anakin thinks Padmé betrayed him, and Force-chokes her. So, like, again, the anger is understandable, the Force-choking is not. Not going to defend that.
    • As Obi-Wan and Anakin fight, Anakin says something extremely telling: “From my point of view, the Jedi are evil.” He isn’t lying. He isn’t even exaggerating. The Jedi have fucked him over at every turn. And the point that is being made here is that Anakin descends into madness because he, like the Jedi, lives at moral extremities. He goes mad and gives himself over to the Dark Side because the Jedi have thoroughly erased any possibility of a middle ground. 
      • The utter distrust that the Jedi Council have of “Gray Jedi” and the fact that “Gray Jedi” means both people who walk the middle ground of the Force and people who don’t answer to the authority of the Jedi Council also point to this. We can see this with Jolee Bindo and Qui-Gon, among others. If you walk the middle line, the Jedi will turn their backs on you. (Pro tip: if nobody is allowed to disagree with you, you’re probably not the good guys.)
    • Aaaaaaaaand finally the whole fight ends and Anakin becomes a weird lava-deformed creature of the night and when he finally wakes up and asks Palpatine if Padmé is okay, Palpatine says, “It seems in your anger, you killed her.” So, Anakin at this point a) is consumed with self-hatred, b) has nothing to live for because all of his loved ones either hate him (Obi-Wan) or are dead (Padmé, theoretically), and c) feels like he has no way out of the horrifying mess he’s put himself in. And here the prequels end.

What I’m trying to say here is that the Jedi aren’t perfect, and they don’t always use the Force for good. (See: “slavery is cool, we guess.”) Their emphasis on shutting out your emotions is ultimately what drives Anakin to the Dark Side because they allow no room for mistakes and therefore erase the possibility of Anakin ever getting help. Or, you know, compassion, which is supposed to be the Jedi version of love. So… The Sith suck. But the Jedi also suck. Not as much, for sure, but they are definitely guilty of some real fucked up things.

Now for the fun part!!!!! Rey, in Ep. VII, wins her battle against Kylo when she gets pissed. You can also see in that scene that when he’s overpowering her, you can see both the red and blue light reflected in her eyes, and when she closes her eyes and thinks “use the Force” and opens her eyes again, you only see the red.

What that piece said to me, and what this trailer and the poster say to me, is that “balancing the Force” means recognizing that emotions are not evil unto themselves, that you can love people and use that love to fuel goodness. Rey has the potential to balance the Force because she has already proven that she can harness emotion, be driven by emotion, and still use that for the Light Side.

Anyway, I fucking love Star Wars, meta is great, Rey can kick my ass any day, and if I’m right and these trailers are backing up my theory I am literally going to lose my mind.

Animal Crossing Starters:
  • “I figured you must be blackmailing that poor girl to have lunch with you.”
  • “I think it’s fair to say that I’m pretty sexy.”
  • “I don’t want to live in a world where I have to eat sugar free sugar cookies.”
  • “I remembered today was your birthday so I thought I’d say hi.”
  • “You have nothing to lose except your lonely loser status.”
  • “Shut it, you faker!”
  • “I sure am tired from all that relaxing I did today.”
  • “Then I can spend my entire allowance on comic books and video games and no one can stop me.”
  • “When you listen to pop music, you often hear them saying ‘shawty.’”
  • “[NAME] made fun of me because I say 'poot’ all the time.”
  • “I waited and waited because I really wanted to see you.”
  • “Tell papa/mama what’s up.”
  • “It hurts my face just looking at you.”
  • “Marry me.”
  • “I look forward to seeing what you’re gonna do with my butt.”
  • “A trash bin..? Is this a clue to your true identity?”
  • “I’m beautiful, but I’m also deadly.”
  • “I hope you go to jail.”
  • “What did you do to my body?”
  • “Stick to chocolate and comic books. You’re too young for love anyway.”
  • “I’m sorry.. please don’t be too mad at me.”
  • “I have a big favor to ask you.”
  • “Maybe I’ll just go home and lock myself in a closet.”
  • “I gotta admit, I really love that one show where all those people do the stuff and then something happens.”
  • “Here, touch my skin. It’s totally slimy right now.”
  • “I probably look in the mirror 24 times a day just to be sure I’m still so darned handsome/beautiful.”
  • “Guess what I’ve got in my pockets right now.”
  • “Better not catch you making goo-goo eyes at my wife/husband.”
  • “No one understands me. I’m hungry all the time and no one cares.”
  • “Are you suggesting my style is outdated?”
  • “Don’t play with stink bugs, especially when you’ve got a date coming up.”
  • “They don’t even care who wins. They just all flex their pecs.”
  • “Love means accepting that there will be times when you don’t get the last scallop.”
  • “Yeah exercise is totally hard and stuff. I think I’m gonna go take a nap and read a book or whatever.”
  • “Today was the day my best friend in the whole wide world was born.”
  • “Whoa you look so weird. And not weird in a hip way. More like 'weird’ as in 'makes me want to barf.’”
  • “End my suffering.”
  • “Not to sound corny but I really like you.”
  • “I wonder how I can say 'swaggy ’ in the most grown up way possible.”
  • “Just because two people are good friends doesn’t mean they’d make a good couple.”
  • “Sorry, I was staring at your face because I don’t know you. Not because there’s something wrong with your face.”
  • “Would it surprise you if I said I’m pretty proud of my legs?”
  • “The truth is never free.. but sometimes it’s on sale.”
  • “I hear the sound of rap coming from somewhere.”
  • “They tell you to sleep on a problem. But what if your problem is insomnia?”
  • “I’ll just observe your friends from the shadows.”
  • “I heard allergies are caused by the government.”
  • “Watch out, 'cause I’ll compliment you until you puke.”
  • “So D.I.Y. stands for 'do it yourself’? Well, if these guys think I’m going to do my own manual labor, they’ve got another acronym coming.”
  • “I can smell your confidence. Smells like soup.”
  • “I’m gay.”
  • “You’re my hero.”
  • “Please don’t call on me.”
  • “I think I dropped my house key somewhere. That was my favorite key… it opened my house.”
  • “Do you want to hear the brutal truth? That outfit is a hot mess.”
  • “Oh, I get it! You’re playing it cool. Trying your best not to cry.”
I have – quite literally – never laughed so hard in my life.

Come experience the descent into madness, and thank you all for SDM hitting 75k followers.

This one’s for you.


Also, everyone did a fantastic job staying positive last time, and not sayin’ mean stuff about any writers – let’s keep that going here! Pick on the words, not the people… even when those words do melt brains, this is all in fun <3


Neighbour AU

There are three certainties in life: death, taxes, and Laurent’s neighbours having a loud argument every weekend. Laurent does not pay an exorbitant amount of rent just so that he can be woken up at three in the morning every Saturday because Jokaste is angry at Damen again. It’s bad enough that he knows their names without having ever introduced himself.

And of course, the fights are always followed by even louder make-up sex, as if he needs a weekly reminder that he himself isn’t getting any.

Tonight, it seems, Damen has been locked out of his apartment.

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random sentence starters!

here’s a list of dialogue prompts that you can request from bc i love making these and they totally help with writer’s block!! so feel free to send in a number and a muse :-) **i’ll probably continue to add on to this as time goes on btw

  1. ❝i think about it every day and every night.❞
  2. ❝i.. i can’t stay..❞
  3. ❝what did you just call me?❞ 
  4. ❝i couldn’t care less. i’m with you right now, that’s all that matters.❞ 
  5. ❝please, don’t go. don’t leave me.❞ 
  6. ❝you still love her, huh?❞ 
  7. ❝frankly, my dear, i don’t give a damn❞ 
  8. ❝i’m not ready for them to find out about us.❞ 
  9. ❝it was always you.❞ 
  10. ❝you’re a coward.❞ 
  11. ❝it certainly took them long enough.❞ 
  12. ❝you’re the best part of me.❞ 
  13. ❝stay the night. please.❞ 
  14. ❝well, well. my night just got better.❞ 
  15. ❝my life would be so boring if you weren’t in it.❞ 
  16. ❝i didn’t think love existed until i met you.❞ 
  17. ❝when were you going to tell me?❞ 
  18. ❝[name], you look tired. come to bed.❞ 
  19. ❝i want to marry you.❞ 
  20. ❝you’ll be fine, i promise.❞ 
  21. ❝please get up.❞ 
  22. ❝you know i’m/we’re here for you, right?❞ 
  23. ❝don’t look at me like that.❞ 
  24. ❝your lips are so soft. i could kiss them all day.❞ 
  25. ❝i can’t fall in love with you. i don’t want all the pain that comes with that.❞ 
  26. ❝it’s nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today.❞ 
  27. ❝aww, you’re blushing like a rose!❞ 
  28. ❝you don’t need to leave so soon.❞ 
  29. ❝i can’t believe i got the first date, let slone the first year!❞ 
  30. ❝i don’t think i can do this without you.❞ 
  31. ❝i tried to move on but nobody is you.❞ 
  32. ❝you know, [name], i’m glad we’re here together.❞ 
  33. ❝hello, i’m [name], and i’m completely available.❞ 
  34. ❝i never wanted any of this to happen to you.❞ 
  35. ❝whatever it takes, isn’t that what you said?❞ 
  36. ❝i’d give up so much to have another chance.❞ 
  37. ❝you think i wanted all this?!❞ 
  38. ❝i made mistakes.. and i can’t keep pretending they didn’t happen.❞ 
  39. ❝you made mistakes.. and you can’t keep pretending they didn’t happen.❞ [for a angstier fic] 
  40. ❝this is what life’s about.❞ 
  41. ❝i’m just saying.. please believe in something.❞ 
  42. ❝you’re going to be fine.❞ 
  43. ❝it’s easier to be by myself.❞ 
  44. ❝i made i promise and now it seems that i won’t be able to keep it.❞ 
  45. ❝they don’t hate you.❞ 
  46. ❝i’m an open book.❞ 
  47. ❝i’m not going to stop leaving marks until I’m sure that every knows you’re mine.❞ 
  48. ❝look! the is so beautiful tonight!❞ 
  49. ❝if you shut up people might actually think you’re smart.❞ 
  50. ❝you have something in your hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?❞ 
  51. ❝look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but i’m still worried about you. no one deserves to be alone.❞ 
  52. ❝you could’ve died, you know?❞ 
  53. ❝can i offer you a drink?❞ 
  54. ❝coming here was your idea.❞ 
  55. ❝chin up. there’s always next time.❞ 
  56. ’Fine’? Are you mad?❞ 
  57. ❝there are rules. even for one such as you.❞ 
  58. ❝there is a thin line between a martyr and a fool.❞ 
  59. ❝oh, c’mon! i came all this way.❞ 
  60. ❝shame.  i kind of liked you.❞ 
  61. ❝i still believe there is a good person in you.❞ 
  62. ❝you’re kidding right? Right?❞ 
  63. ❝i knew this day would come.. sooner or later.❞ 
  64. ❝i’ll be fine, i promise.❞ 
  65. ❝i just want to hold you.❞ 
  66. ❝you know we belong together. i knew it the first time i saw you, and you know it, too. i know you do.❞ 
  67. ❝could i sit here? all the other tables are full.❞ 
  68. ❝i came here to explain and i’m not leaving until you listening.❞ 
  69. ❝stay alive for me, please.❞ 
  70. ❝i promise.❞ 
  71. ❝you’re the best part of me.❞ 
  72. ❝are you really taking their side against mine?❞ 
  73. ❝i had to see you again.❞ 
  74. ❝help me understand.❞ 
  75. ❝look, i don’t have much time, but i wanted to tell you that i love you.❞ 
  76. ❝no one needs to know.❞
  77. ❝you people are insufferable.❞ 
  78. ❝yes, s/he is.. s/he’s perfect.❞ 
  79. ❝i don’t believe i’ve introduced myself properly. how rude of me!❞ 
  80. ❝may i ask for a name to put to a lovely face?❞ 
  81. ❝just hold me.❞ 
  82. ❝i’m with you, okay? always.❞ 
  83. ❝s/he started it!❞ 
  84. ❝i didn’t realize i needed your permission.❞ 
  85. ❝everyone i’ve loved has either died or left me and i’ll be damned if you name is added to that list.❞ 
  86. ❝how could you let this happen?!❞ 
  87. ❝i’ll be fine love.❞ 
  88. ❝stop worrying so much! i’m grown i can take care of myself!❞ 
  89. ❝if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you’re trying to seduce me.❞ 
  90. ❝i wish i never even met her/him!❞ 
  91. ❝you thought you had a choice?❞ 
  92. ❝i don’t have a choice, [name].❞ 
  93. ❝you’ll do amazing, just like always.❞ 
  94. ❝you’re ridiculously comfortable..❞ 
  95. ❝a little cuddling won’t kill you, i promise.❞ 
  96. ❝i always sleep better when you’re here with me.❞ 
  97. ❝it isn’t up for debate.❞ 
  98. ❝you’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.❞ 
  99. ❝i can’t do this anymore.. not with you..❞ 
  100. ❝i’ve had a rough day and honestly all i want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.❞ 

As a black woman with a visible leg prosthetic I hate how I’m expected to put aside my personal discomfort to “educate” people. I have folks come up to me asking me things that I will never answer and get mad when I politely ask them to leave me alone. “Can you have sex?” “How did you lose your leg?” “Can I touch it?” These are few of them most irritating questions I get on the daily. I will never disclose how I lost my leg. It was traumatic, painful, a depressing! Why would you put me through that? And how dare you get rude, mad and persistent when I ask to be left alone? Disable people aren’t here for your pity and questions. We’re human just like you. Do not touch us without permission! Don’t even ask! I told my therapist one day that the worst thing that came with my disability was not relearning how to walk, losing my leg, walk up stairs but the inconsiderate people that won’t leave me alone. When I had my leg people ignored me and let me be. I miss that. So before you go to a disable person in regards of “educating” yourself simply ask yourself “Is it any of my buisness?” “Do they wanna talk about it?” “Are they comfortable?” “Is this an appropriate thing to say?” “Does this concern me?” And most importantly treat me like a human being. I didn’t lose my right to privacy and humanity when I lost my leg. Stop asking to take pictures with me, I am not a freak. Stop using your children as weapons to get me to speak, cause I won’t. Stop telling me about that one amputee in YouTube you saw happy that people are asking her about her leg, I am not her. I just want to be left alone. Is that too much to ask for?

BTS scenario: You doing something that isn’t accepted by korean culture

Anon requested:  Hiiii ! Can you do a reaction of BTS dating a foreigner and BTS is kind of ashamed by their behavior sometimes ? Like something natural in their country but weird in Korea ? Sorry I’m a hoe for illogical BTS Angst 😂


When Jin saw you leaving your chopsticks in your bowl of rice, he was nearly jelling at you.

„Yah, what are you thinking, leaving you chopsticks like that ? Huh ? Are you trying to insult me ?“

You would take would look at him in confusion, before taking them out and apologizing. He would explain that it’s rude to leave your chopsticks in the bowl and you should rather place them next to it, but keeps his attention to the food.

Originally posted by jiminssjamss


He invited you over to their dorm and once you entered, you continued walking inside with your shoes on. You got the hint when he stared at your shoes without saying anything.

„Should I take them off ?“, you asked slightly embarressed.

„Yeah…“, he said bluntly.

You took them off and he just sighed before going into the living room. Later that day you learned that you don’t go inside the hosue with your shoes on because you’ll bring the dirt from outside into the house and spread it there.

Originally posted by sizzlingcloudcoffee


He was slowly loosing his patience when you were talking loudly with someone on your phone while being on the train. Luckily, he didn’t get (too) mad as your call wasn’t long.

„Y/N, I think you don’t know this, but it really rude to talk loudly while being on public transport. People will get mad“, he confessed, turning your mouth into an O shape.

„So that’s why everyone is so quiet here“, you whispered while looking around.

„I’m really sorry, I didn’t know“, you apologized, turning a light shade of red. He just chuckled and you continued your ride in silence.

Originally posted by yoongis--babygirl


You guys just finished your chicken your had a fast food restaurant and were deciding on what to do next when you you saw the waiter from before running towards you. He told you that you left too much moeny behind and came to give it back to you. You explained that the food was tasty so you gave a tip, but Namjoon just stepped accepted the moeny and the waiter left.

„Here in Korea, it’s really rude to leave a tip. They even chase after you, just to give you your money back“, he cleared up, before you even had the chance to ask.

„Why ?“, you questioned in confusion.

„It’s a cultural thing“, he said while enterwining your hands. You didn’t say anything else, being somewhat embarassed.

Originally posted by cakefuls


You finished shopping and decided to take the bus. You entered, paid and sat down in the front. You were searching for Jimin and turned around, when you saw him pointing at a double seat. You got up and walked towards him, when he explained that the seats in the front are meant for pregnant women, elderly and disabled.

„Oh my god, I didn’t know“, you said shocked, feeling bad about your behaviour.

„It’s ok. Good thing there are only few passengers“, he laughed and gestured you to sit in the seats he planned to sit in with you.

Originally posted by bangtoori


Not having anything left for dinner, you guys decided to go out and buy some groceries. While being on your way, you saw your landlord on the other saide of the street. She saw you, so you winked at her, while Taehyung just bowed polietly. He pulled you down and made you bow too.

„Don’t do that. It’s disrespectful to raise your hand toward an elder“, he said in awe.

„No way, I didn’t know“, you confessed, worried that it left a bad impression on your landlord.

„It’s ok. She won’t be angry, Just make sure to apologize and not do it again“, he smiled his rectangular smile while patting your back, trying to cheer you up.

Originally posted by btsbulletproofgirl98


You were new to the korean culture, so Jungkook invited you to a traditional korean restaurant. Your order arrived and you were about to eat, hovering with you chopsticks over the dishes, unable to decide where to start. Jungkook catched your hand and put it down on the table.

„It shows that you don’t have manners“, he said bluntly, but laughed shortly after.

Embarrassed, you hid your face behind your hands, but Jungkook just thought it was cute and patted your head.

Originally posted by urgania

True blood son...and daughter - Damian Wayne x Sister!Reader

Summary : Your first meeting with your half-brother didn’t really went well, both of you being quite hot headed…Slowly but surely however, you guys warm up to each other. 

It’s meh, I’m so dissatisfied with my writing lately…hope you’ll still enjoy it :

(My masterlist blog here :


-Don’t forget I’m the true blood son ! 

-Oh yeah ? That’s funny because you know what ? I’m the true blood daughter ! So your argument is invalid. Do you think before you speak ?

Your father looked between you and Damian, not knowing what to do…This wasn’t going how he wanted it to go at all. 


Your first encounter with your half-brother Damian was…tense, to say the least. One day your dad came home with the boy, and boom, I guess you had a new brother. You were super excited. At least at first. You quickly realized that he wasn’t really…the nicest. 

Even before your father explained where he came from and all, you knew he was definitely your brother. He looked almost exactly like your dad when he was a kid. Almost exactly, because his eyes weren’t blue but green, and his skin was way darker than your father’s pale complexion. Other than that…it was like seeing a mini-Bruce. You hoped he wasn’t like your dad mentally too, because that was gonna be a nightmare…And he wasn’t. He was worst. Oh my god so much worst. 

The first words he uttered to you were full of disdain : 

-You look weak. 

Your father stiffened, ready to intervene. He knew that with you, this could go only two ways : you’d loose all control and fight Damian, or ignore him completely, much like your mother would. Your mother, Catwoman, champion in ignoring people that annoy her since the day she was born. You took the second option, and with a little smile that made Damian fumed, you turned away from him, going back to the work you were doing on the bat mobile before your dad emerged with your brother. Hum. Half-brother. 

But Damian wouldn’t have it. He already met the other batboys, and he made sure they knew that Batman’s TRUE son was home. He went too you, under your father’s gaze. Your dad was still ready to lunge forward between you two. 

-Did you hear me ? 


Damian was confused. Even Dick, who seemed like the most collected one, reacted to his provocations. And here you were, kinda ignoring him, a smug look on your face. He had to assure his superiority on you, and you had to react for it to work !! 

-You look very weak. 

-You already said that. Redundant. 

-You look like you…

-Hey, listen, I know what you did to Dick, Jay and Tim ok ? Won’t work with me, I don’t care about your little need to feel better than us. So here we go, I’m gonna tell you know : hey, you’re better than me. Cool right ? I bet you feel great now. 

-Well at least you know your place. 

Oh damn. You were doing such a good job. You were being so calm and collected, like your father taught you. You should have kept ignoring him, just like your mom did to people she didn’t like…You knew he was eventually going to say something that’d make you mad. And here. “Know your place” ? “KNOW YOUR PLACE” ? How dare he ?!  

You stood up to face him. He was almost as tall as you, even though he was definitely years younger, no more than 10, and you were already (your age). You were kinda short. Like your mom. In the corner of your eyes, you could see your father coming towards you, but you made him understand with your eyes that he shouldn’t intervene. You needed to do this. And so he stopped, and looked at you two. 

-Do you want me to teach you your place ? 

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anonymous asked:

You know what makes me mad? Is how racism towards asians are SO looked down on. People get batshit crazy when a racist remark is made about a black person but they all turn their backs when someone makes fun of asians. Yall are hypocrites. Honestly why is disrespecting asians okay? Asians are so underrated. Go watch a video on @godjp. People have the fucking audacity to rob asians because they think they're so vulnerable. Imagine if he was black.

you know what also makes me mad?

getting followed every time i enter an asian owned store. since we’re playing oppression Olympics here

im not saying that racism against asians isnt a thing. im well aware of its existence and i personally call out others who say anti-asian sentiments and i also dont tolerate asian fetishism

but for you to come into a black persons inbox, and act as if racism against my people is somehow not tolerated by the public, while innocent black people are being murdered everyday by the police, while we still have to remind people that our lives matter, while we have a whole president who thinks we’re a bunch of thugs. you are fucking ignorant

now while you somehow think us black folks have it easier racism wise. how about you go educate your people on anti-blackness cause yall got a WHOLE lot of that in your respective communities.

there are ways to speak about racism against asian people without dragging black people into it and downplaying our struggles.

like seriously. talk about the racism you face as an asian person all day, that’s completely fine and valid, ill listen to you and help spread your voice. it IS an issue and we do need to have a bigger conversation about how we treat asian people in the media and just in everyday life

but what you NOT gonna do it act like black people can just call “racism!!!” and everyone immediately rushes to fix the issue. that doesnt happen. thats not how it works

anonymous asked:

Wait did she actually say to put an end to the Karlie rumors? Affifkljdhsukn Kaylors are going to be so mad

hi. kelsea here.

so taylor actually looked us in the eyes– she told us there was something we were allowed to say about a song. she said that people would likely start rumors about who the song was about. she told us that we were to state who the song was accurately about. that person is joe. her current boyfriend. 

Gorgeous is about Joe Alwyn. and thats the tea.

You guys give me a headache

Okay, so most people know what’s going on, right? About this video right here? Now most of the Supergirl fandom are mad at Jeremy for yelling out “They’re only friends!!!” with Melissa also singing it. Now, I, and other people, could plainly see that it was a joke, however the fandom doesn’t think so. You guys decided to attack Jeremy by calling him a homophobe and trying to make him sound like this monster who doesn’t give a shit about the LGBT community and that, instead of apologizing, he victimized his “straight white privileged” ass. Now, I don’t know about the rest of you but his apology letter looks genuine to me. Let’s break it down, shall we?

Now, I’ve seen people get angry because of how he started of with “Hey kids.” Let me tell you that his intention of using kids was not to belittle anyone who was offended by his comment, it was merely his little thing (seriously I cannot believe you guys got mad at that). Anyways, I can’t see how he was victimizing himself because he apologized for his comment and how he defended himself from the comments that called him homophobic by telling us that he has always supported the LGBT community. If defending yourself from hateful comments count as victimizing then most people are victimizing themselves. Sounds stupid, no? He even tells us that it was a silly joke that was supposed to recap season 2 in a nutshell, it was never his purpose to hurt or invalidate our feelings. “That being said, I know now that I made some of you feel pretty shitty, and I’m really sorry for that. I think you can guess you’ve succeeded in making e me feel the same. The difference, however, is mine was unintentional” With this little excerpt, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone said “See?! He is victimizing himself!!1!!” No, you stale bread, he isn’t victimizing himself or defending what he did, he’s saying that you guys intentionally spewed so much hate in the comments that it made him feel shitty over his joke that was made in the spur of the moment. Hell, he even told you guys to stop analyzing every little thing in life because (in my opinion) you guys seem to want to fight everything or anyone that looks like they look at the LGBT (or any community) in the wrong way. Usually, I’m all for protecting everyone but not at the cost of lashing out at everything that may or may not be an actual harmful thing. It was a joke that had no undertones of homophobia. I cannot believe you guys were so quick to throw Jeremy under a bus and accusing him of homophobia when anyone with half a brain knows that he isn’t homophobic at all. 

If that wasn’t enough for you jerks, he posted another part of his apology. He’s human, we’re all human. We are bound to make mistake, no matter how big or small. He didn’t even need to apologize because a handful of us knew that it was a joke, the rest of you shouldn’t have made it into a bigger thing than it was. If it hurt you, you guys should’ve been civil and told him nicely of the mistake that he made, not completely going off the rails and accusing him of homophobia. 

Now with mi amor Melissa Benoist, she too was joking around with Jeremy. Has she shown any disgust at the ship? or really any indication that she basically wanted to tore down Supercorp? I can’t believe that her singing along with Jeremy instantly made you guys dislike her. I saw this meme (the “thanks for making this… picture meme thing) that had the picture of Mehcad say “You can choke” on it. I’m sorry but all i saw him do was dance along to the silly ass song. There was no need in bringing hate to him either.

Here’s a little screenshot of where Jeremy tells us “they’re only friends.” Everyone here is laughing (Well, red shirt guy is surprised with the yelling), no one looks uncomfortable or embarrassed. (okay but look at mi corazon, mi alma Katie has my heart forever) The people there knew that it was a joke. It wasn’t supposed to bring anyone down.

Anyways, I ship Supercorp because have you seen them??? I know that there is a slim to none chance of it actually being canon but I don’t mind, the fandom provides with enough awesome things to fill my canon-less heart. Even though the fandom right now is all about no hate, however that same fandom also spews hate toward the Karamel part of the fandom. Think I’m lying? The other day on Instagram, an entitled idiot posted a picture saying to only watch the episodes that didn’t have Mon-el on it and to not watch when he appears to be petty. That same fandom spews hate towards Chris Wood only because that character he plays gets in the way of their beloved ship. 

I will not stand for a fandom that spews hate towards a ship and then act hurt when someone slightly disses their ship. That’s not how it works at all. If you actively go out and look for an reason to lash out, I am sorry for that life you live. I am ashamed of you guys and i cannot believe I ever thought this fandom was ever going to be different from other fandoms.

P.S. I’m not afraid of useless threats or hate. Care to comment on my post? Cool, shoot me an ask ;)

Otababes PSA: bonus material leak

If you can hear distant sounds of wailing and screaming, that’s currently us at the Otababes HQ. The Madness has already been welcomed a little early at the HQ. 

Vice-President Minx here is trying to calm her fucking nerves and stop flailing around. Okay, so what do we know?

- DJ OTABEK LOOKS LIKE THE MOST GORGEOUS MAN IN EXISTENCE. That hair? That upturned collar? Headphones? Side view of his face?? WE ARE SHOOK FAM.

- This little panel is from Otabek’s point of view.

- Even though he is supposed to be focusing on his set (and you can even see some people rocking out to it) he is thinking about his friend Yuri and wonders if he is mad at him. Probably for not allowing him to go to the club?

- EYEBROWS AND EYES because he is looking at someone?? I don’t want to stir shit up here (yes I do), but our boy has one intense stare going on.

- Yuri’s little face with the Welcome to the Madness hairstyle and sunglassess!!!!!!!!!!!! Does he enter the club like that? Does Otabek spot him at this moment? Probably yes??? Also you can see Yuri standing on the right with his phone on the streets. Was he looking for the club Otabek was playing at?

We have a lot of questions and are arranging some sort of collective fainting party on Friday. Everyone is invited! Bring crash helmets and liquor.


“Captain” of the Otababes

Vice-President Minx

Pretty Boy - Soulmate!Au Bucky Barnes x Reader

Originally posted by pandasubaru

Summary: Soulmate!Au - Your soulmates first words appear as a tattoo on your body. Imagine (Y/N)’s reaction when her tattoo reads ‘Welcome to Starbucks, may I take your order?’.

[Prompt from this link!]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.2k was suppose to be shorter but oh well

A/N: Requests are open! Send me some requests ❤️
This fic is a small cute one to make up for the few days of inactivity - a fluffy requested fic for bucky is coming up along with a Loki one soon! (; yay!



‘Welcome to Starbucks, may I take your order?

Written perfectly on her arm, she traced her fingers over the ink before sliding her sleeve back down. She loved knowing the fact that she knew where to meet her soulmate or what their job is but every employee is made to greet their customers that way. That makes it almost impossible to know who she was destined to fall in love with unless they point out their tattoo.

'I fucking hate it! I hate it so much, I hate how it gives me an advantage but at the same times gives me such a disadvantage!’

She took a sip of her caramel frappe in front of her before setting it down and leaning back in her chair. She couldn’t help it, she always found her way to Starbucks. Whether it was after school or right before they close, her legs found their way there. There wasn’t a street in her town that didn’t have one, and so she’d visit them all.

She was desperate to find her soulmate because she had never experience love or any relationship before. Most of the girls in school grew up with an hourglass figure and a slim body. Her? Not so much. She was big in the wrong places and small in the wrong places. She hated herself, but she loved the fact that somewhere out there, there is someone made for her. Yeah, having a pointless high school relationship would have been cool and a way to boost her ego but deep down she knew that her soulmate would have to accept her. Nobody else did, but she knew they would have to.

Sure, they made look at her like she was a mutant rat but they were soulmates, two people destined to fall in love. No one can just avoid that.

She sat there staring at her cup, clearly in deep thought as a man ran into the store out of breath and panting.

“I’m so sorry, Steve! I know I’m 20 minutes late and that you had to stay over but my car broke down and I had to run here.” He quickly ran behind the counter before picking up a green apron and tying it around him.

“Save it, Buck. My family needs me, I have to go.” The mad friend, apparently named Steve, forcefully ripped the apron off his body before setting it onto the hook and proceeding to walk out the door.

“Yeah, I hope everything’s fine. Sorry again.” The ding from the bell above the door went off as Steve walked out. Once again, the store was quiet. She was the only one there, sitting in the corner waiting for her friend to arrive. As if on cue, her phone went off. The mans eyes wandered to the back corner when he heard the ringtone, staring at the woman sitting alone.

“Hey, Nat.”

“(Y/N)! Hey, the traffic out here sucks but I’ll be there in a few minutes, mind ordering my drink? By the time I get there, it’ll be done and I’ll pay.”

“Sure thing, love. See you soon, bye.”

Buckys eyes were still focused on the mysterious woman, eavesdropping on her conversation. He had to admit, his heart dropped a little when he heard her call the person on the phone ’love’. Yeah, he didn’t know her but he was somewhat attracted to her. He figured the person on the phone was probably her boyfriend or girlfriend so he left it at that.

She adjusted her body in her chair, cracking her back before standing up. The moment she shifted in her seat he turned around and pulled out his phone as a distraction, he didn’t want her noticing that he was staring at her. She walked up to the counter before leaning on it and realizing the man wasn’t paying attention.'Late and absent minded. Employee of the month.’ She thought to yourself.

“Hey, pretty boy! Here to take an order.” Her voice echoed as he silently cursed to himself and turning around with a smile.

“Welcome to Starbucks, may I take your order-” His words suddenly stopped in shock as his eyes widened. Utterly confused, she felt her forehead wrinkle as her eyebrows furrowed together. He heard that before - not because someone has said it to him before - but because he read it on his arm his entire life.

“What-” He knew what this meant, or what it could possibly mean. Was it possible that she was his soulmate? Before finishing his sentence he stared her down, staring at every perfect curve on her body from up close. He soon realized she was staring at him in a creeped out and confused way, so he quickly finished his sentence.

“Wh-What did you say?” His voice completely stuttered making her confusion grow even more.

“I said I’m here for an order.” Her arms found their way to each other before crossing.

“No, before that.”

“Why does that matter- oh my god.” Her hand found their way to her mouth as she realized what was happening. A smile lit on his face, that could only mean one thing.

“So you are!” His voice gained volume from the excitement and adrenaline pumping through his veins.

“No fucking way, no fucking way. Holy shit this can’t be happening.” They both rolled up their sleeves and flashed the inked words in the others direction.

'Hey, pretty boy!’ It was printed clear as day on his arm. His gaze connected with hers as huge smile appeared on his face. Surprisingly, he held out his hand for a shake. She giggled before slowly accepting.

“James Barnes, but please call me Bucky.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). I get called a lot of things but I prefer (Y/N).” His face was in awe as he stared down every feature displayed on her face.

“Wow, can I just say that I hit the jackpot? You’re absolutely beautiful.” Her cheeks began to turn from her natural skin tone to a bright pink color.

“I-I uh, thank you.”

Before he could respond, the door bell dinged and Nat walked through.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Sorry I’m late, I guess that means we’re even because remember that one time you were late to my surprise birthday party? Yeah, the one you planned for me.” Nat laughed before walking up to (Y/N) and giving her a hug.

“Wow I didn’t know my soulmate was such a bad friend.” (Y/N) playfully leaned across the counter and slapped his arm. “Hey! Ow!” His arms raised up in defense as he laughed at her.

Natasha was standing there with her arms crossed, a huge smirk across her face as she watched the two. “Soulmate, huh? Maybe we should meet up another day, huh (Y/N)? Seems like you already have plans.”

“Yeah, I guess I do.” (Y/N)’s eyes wandered back over to the smiling man before mirroring his reaction. “But do you want to come over tonight? I have no plans. I can’t just exactly bail on you right now.”

“Hey you, blue eyes. Have any plans tonight?” Natasha completely ignored (Y/N)’s question and looked up at the Starbucks employee.

“Uh wha-?” He cut his sentence off short before staring at her in uncertainty. “I mean, no? no I don’t?”

“Now you do! See you tomorrow (Y/N)!” Before she could say anything, Nat snatched the drink out of her hands and gave her a wink. She took a sip from the cup before walking out the front doors.

“Did she just ask me out for you?”

“I guess she did, pretty boy.”

Bucky Tags- @ginger-wayward-assbutt @gallifreyansass @bellastellaluna @walkingtravesty97 @crazy4thewinbros @iamwarrenspeace
@nadtandy @feelmyroarrrr @itbeganlongago

Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 9)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight  | Part Nine

- Knuckles Playlist

“Why would you keep this from me?”

“I didn’t know what to tell you,” you admitted. “It’s my problem, Ash, not yours.”

Your eyes mindlessly run over the popcorn texture of your ceiling as you lie stoically in bed, arms resting rigidly over your sore stomach that keeps clenching and tightening every time your thoughts take you a step closer to the edge of your emotional pit.

“When has that ever been how we handle things?” Ashton asked, offended. “Your problems are my problems, Y/n—what if you start failing classes?” he added. “What if you have to stay there for another semester to make up for them? You think that doesn’t affect me, too?”

“I’m not going to fail any classes.”

“You might at this rate.”

“You’re being a dick.”

“Baby, I’m being realistic!” Ashton exasperated, startling you. “This relationship is making you miserable.”

“It’s not our relationship,” you were quick to clarify. “It’s the distance, it just…it’s hard.”

Ashton didn’t speak for a while, the span of silence sizzling out the heat of the argument and allowing your jumbled thoughts to evaporate into a thinner layer of fog. You weren’t sure how you were expecting this conversation to go, but the path it ended up taking had to be one of the worst directions.

“It’s hard for me, too,” he eventually confessed, “but what it’s doing to you is fucking unhealthy.”

Another step closer to the pit. Your eyes close tightly for this one as your stomach flexes again, a weak set of brakes desperately squealing from struggling to stop the fast momentum.

“I’ll figure something out,” you croaked as an empty promise, only trying to reassure him and put an end to this conversation.

But Ashton could see right through you if he even heard you at all. “Y/n…”


The line went silent for a long moment again. Your body began to shiver with anxiety, trembling more vehemently when you heard the cracked grumble of his voice restarting.

“This isn’t working.”

The brakes can’t do anything this time when the rocky border of the pit starts to crumble like a sinkhole, expanding the mass of the dark drop until it’s breaking apart the ground beneath you and you’re falling through. You turn on your side as the pipes burst and the sobbing initiates for what feels like the hundredth round tonight. Every release hurts worse than the last, core exhausted from endless tension, throat dry from shouts being muffled into your pillow, eyes red and puffy from rubbing them raw. You wish you could stop thinking about the stupid phone call, stop your own head from torturing you with the same replay of Ashton’s words, but being engrossed by him is what got you into this mess in the first place, and if you couldn’t control yourself when you were dating him, how were you supposed to now that you weren’t?

Ashton can’t sit still, frying the wooden floor beneath his feet with the friction of his incessant pacing. His scalp has numbed from how many times he’s tugged his hair in frantic thought, the battle between taking it all back and convincing himself that he did the right thing portrayed by every disarrayed strand. It’s not too late. He could ring you again and apologize, beg you to forget everything he just said, tell you he didn’t mean it, but none of it would be true. You need this whether you’re able to see it for yourself yet or not, and he needs to be firm in his decision no matter how badly he’d like to change his mind.

“You’re breaking up with me?”

Ashton’s heart wanted to explode in his chest, knowing immediately that the pain behind that question would stick around to haunt him for a long while. He could imagine the look you had on your face, the distressed creases in your forehead and hurt in your watering eyes; if he had to see that in person there’s no way he’d be able to go through with any of this.

“It doesn’t have to be forever,” he said, fighting the internal voice begging him to shut up. “Just until you graduate.”

“Why does it have to be at all?”

“Because it’s what’s best for you.”

“You are.” Your voice was so weak it was barely audible at that point, and Ashton could tell that you had started crying.

“Clearly I’m not,” he objected softly. “Not right now.”

There was no way for Ashton to escape being the bad guy. If he continued to keep you in this relationship, allowing you to rely on him as your one source of happiness while the rest of your life was pushed to the back burner, he was selfish. And if he completely removed himself from the equation, giving you the space you obviously needed to focus on yourself without having him as a distraction, well, he was just flat out breaking your heart.  

“Can we still talk?” you suggested hopelessly, not expecting to hear the answer you wanted but having to try for it anyway.

Ashton’s hand moved to cover his eyes, applying pressure to prevent his own heartache from leaking. “I’m still here if you need me, or if something ever happens…” he couldn’t finish his sentence, blocking his imagination from going that route. “But no, baby, we probably shouldn’t talk.”

Ashton pauses in front of his bedroom door and uses the side of his fist to punch it.

“Are you gonna see other people?” 

“Of course not,” he said, appalled that you could even consider that as a factor in his decision. “This is all so we can be together.”

“Really, because dumping me seems a bit counterproductive.” 

“I’m not dumping you,” he firmly denied. “I’m doing this for you.”

“Oh, save it.” 

You were mad at him when you hung up. Crying, but still mad. You probably threw your phone across the room and dove face first into the closest pillow to release a scream you wish Ashton could feel the wrath of. 

Well he’s mad, too. Mad that you’re choosing to ignore the reality of the situation, mad that he had no choice but to push you in the right direction. You should’ve been the one asking him for a break. You should’ve been the one to come up with the solution. It would’ve hurt all the same, but at least Ashton would have understood.

This is all so backwards.

Neither of you were planning on breaking up tonight. The topic came and went so quickly, it’s no wonder Ashton said a wrong thing or two along the way. Maybe you were rightfully angry. Was it ridiculous for him to propose that the two of you just pick up where you left off after a few months apart? Was it presumptuous to think that you would even want to come back to him once you’ve had all that time to move on? Was he setting himself up for the most typical of lies when he told you he wouldn’t be seeing anyone else in the meantime?

No, that one Ashton feels sure of. He doesn’t even want to begin to think of the damage that would cause between the two of you, and he certainly doesn’t want to entertain the idea of you messing around with some other guy.

But now that the thought’s been formed he can’t seem to shake it, which only boils his blood more. Ashton rolls his eyes up to the ceiling as his fingers drag over the skin by his mouth. He just granted you the freedom to fuck someone else if you wanted to. You could be scrolling through your contacts out of spite this very second in search of a one nighter; you could already have someone on their way over. 

Ashton picks up his phone and frantically unlocks it, pressing all the necessary places on the screen to pull up his conversation of text messages with you. When he finally gets there his thumbs hover over the keyboard but don’t type anything, the insanity of getting mad at you for something you haven’t done being forced to the surface of his conscious as he’s reunited with the last thing you sent him no more than 24 hours ago. 

A different emotion begins to permeate the unreasonable anger, taking over Ashton’s body in an almost refreshing way. It’s not happiness he feels, not even relief, but the same sadness that weighed on his chest during the part of the phone call where he announced that your relationship is no longer working: it was by no means easy, but it was the right do.

I love you most, the text reads.

It was your response to Ashton’s “I love you more,” which was his response to your initial “I love you.” The little back-and-forth had in some way or another become an addition to your and Ashton’s routine of saying goodbye to each other, and last night was one of the few instances where you managed to begin the tradition by telling Ashton you loved him first. The one who started it was always the one who finished it, and as a natural competitor most times Ashton beat you to commencement. His relentless victories never failed to earn a stubborn grunt and a pouty, “It wanted to say it first,” but Ashton found that it worked to just repeat himself until you agreed to play by the rules. 

You were the winner last night, though. You were the one who got to use the unbeatable “most.” And Ashton knows how hard you fought for that, how badly you’ve been wanting to steal that honor from him to spoil him with it instead.

Ashton’s shoulders slump as the last bit of tension leaves his muscles, realizing there’s no point in being angry. No matter what hoops you and Ashton have to jump through to be together, there’s no doubt in his mind that you two will, in fact, be together. Since he’s met you he’s felt like he’s been exactly where he belongs – maybe not physically with the miles and miles keeping the two of you separated, but mentally, emotionally, spiritually – every other part of him knew that the moment you came into his life was the moment he finally found his place.      

And much like the step that needed to be taken tonight to ensure that you and Ashton could still have a future together, the tie between the two of you may not always be easy, but it is right.      

You’re doing a bit better when you return to your room with the glass of water you fetched from the kitchen. It’s been about two hours since the phone call ended and nearly thirty minutes since you last cried. Your head has stopped throbbing, your heart rate has slowed. An uncomfortable rock still sits under your lungs, but at least you don’t have the energy to be mad anymore. 

Or so you thought.

When you set the glass on top of your nightstand your phone lights up beside it, displaying the only name that could stir any sort of emotion through you after the events of tonight. You’re surprised to see that he’s already breaking the no-talk rule considering he was the one who established it, and you have every sassy intention of using it against him when you bitterly swipe the screen to open the message.

But you can’t find the heart to do that after actually reading what he has to say.

You are capable of conquering the world, let alone me. I love you with and without a label. 

Tucking your legs under your blanket, you reread the two sentences over and over until you unintentionally have them memorized, the repetition calming you aside from the gentle sting in the center of your chest. You’re nowhere near ready to accept Ashton’s settlement, but a piece of you is reassured by the loyalty in his words. He wouldn’t have done what he did if he didn’t truly believe it was in your best interest, and if this is your chance at temporary closure, you suppose you want to take it.

I’ll do better in school, you reply.

The pending response dots pop up in seconds.

I know you will, angel. 

You swallow. Are you still going to come to the ceremony?

More ellipsis.

Wouldn’t miss it for the world. 

That’s that, then. The next time you can expect to see Ashton is at your graduation ceremony. 

Six months from now.

“Is this a good watermelon?”

Your eyes pull away from the carton of strawberries in your hands to assist Kennedy with her fruit inspection.

“Did you knock on it?”

She shoots you a puzzled look, reluctantly tapping her knuckles against the green skin and mumbling a smart-ass, “Anybody home?” before glancing your way again for a final verdict.

“Sounds ripe to me.”

Kennedy lets out an unenthused cheer and heaves the chosen melon from its brothers and sisters, walking over to the full cart in front of you with the intent to drop the heavy item on top of all the other groceries you’ve spent the last half an hour accumulating.

“Don’t, you’ll squish,” you shoo her away, deciding against the strawberries and placing them back on the shelf from which they came. “Just hold it.”

She sighs dramatically but does as she’s told, cradling the fruit against her stomach like a baby bump as you fold your completed grocery list and begin pushing the cart toward the store check out.

“Is this food really all for you?” Kennedy eyes the massive collection skeptically.

“Me and Calum,” you answer, scanning the maze of registers for the shortest line. “He pays me back for half of it.”

“Why doesn’t he ever do the shopping?”

“Because we’d be living off of ramen noodles and beer.” You settle the cart behind an older couple who’ve just started to load their groceries onto the conveyor belt. 

“He’s such a child,” Kennedy mumbles, plucking a Kit Kat bar from the candy rack that divides your lane from the one next to it and tossing it into the cart. “’Pay ya back.”

You smirk and roll your eyes, but they lock on something nearby before hitting full rotation, wiping your face clean and drawing your head farther to the left. How did you not see it before?

Opposing the shelves of candy is another rack of last minute purchases, half of it stored with chewing gum while the rest displays a selection of magazines. There are the usual celebrity-eating tabloids with their ridiculous headlines about the latest Kardashian rumor and how Brad “really feels” about Jennifer, but on the bottom row stands a magazine that you’re only familiar with because of an old subscription Calum used to have to it, and on the cover of that magazine poses a shirtless figure you’ve spent a little over the last year of your life, unbeknownst to the public, becoming intimately acquainted with.

Really?” Kennedy teases when you stand on your tip toes to grab a copy of Ashton’s feature and add it to your cart. 

“Shut up,” you retort, trying your best not to stare at the image no matter how badly your eyes have missed him. It’s hard to believe it’s already been a whole month since this picture was taken–since you last spoke to him. He looks good. A bit too photoshopped to perfection for your liking, but enough like himself that your stomach pinches at the familiar curves of his chiseled body. From his arms that don’t even need to be flexed to look defined, to his chest that is somehow the ideal combination of both strong and soft, all the way down to the v-shaped indents in his lower abdomens that vanish underneath his athletic shorts… God, the amount of times you’ve traced, licked, and kissed those lines… 

“Please, Y/n, you’re drooling.”

Kennedy plops the watermelon onto the open space of the conveyor belt that you hadn’t noticed became available.

“Sorry,” you mutter, placing the magazine face down as you begin the check out process.

“Don’t sweat it. I didn’t know he looked like that,” Kennedy remarks playfully. “Your poor vibrator’s probably falling apart by now.”

The male cashier who has to be at least 60 years old narrows his bushy eyebrows in distaste but continues to go about scanning your items quietly. Your cheeks heat with mortification over the public location in which Kennedy chose to make such a private – and loud – comment. 

“I don’t have one of those,” you say quickly and barely above a whisper, hyper aware that your conversation now has an audience. 

That doesn’t seem to faze Kennedy, though.


You glare at her as you pull your credit card out of your wallet and shove it into the scanner, every second the machine takes to register your information more painful and awkward than the last. 

“You were in a long distance relationship for how long and you’re telling me you never bought a–”


Your cart is resupplied with your bagged purchases by a teenager at the end of the counter who is losing his absolute shit over the topic of discussion, deepening your humiliation. The cashier rips your receipt from the dispenser and you thank him as you snatch it from his hand, eager to be on your way outside and beat Kennedy to the car so you can leave her here. 

Unfortunately she keeps up with your pace, walking beside the cart while fishing through one of the bags for her candy bar until she finds it and rips it open. 

“You’re an embarrassment,” you tell her.

She laughs. “Seriously, babe, you don’t know what you’re missing,” she says in between bites of chocolate. “It’ll change your life.”

You unlock the trunk of your car and swing it open. “I didn’t say I was opposed… Just don’t think Orville Redenbacher in there appreciated the visual.”

Kennedy’s face lights up with excitement. “Well let’s go, then!”

“Go where?”

She pulls out her phone, Kit Kat bar in the other hand, uselessly standing to the side as you load the groceries into the car yourself, raises the phone to her lips, and proudly requests Siri’s assistance with, “Adult entertainment stores near me.” 

Well, Ashton was right: this is definitely not his scene.

But he’s determined to make the best of it anyway. He needs to. He can’t just go back home to an empty apartment where he’s got nothing better to do than think about you; he’s already spent far too many evenings occupying his time that way and it’s done nothing but make him miserable. He hasn’t felt like himself since splitting up with you – not that a party would help with that, but at least here he’ll be forced to socialize and talk about something other than you with someone other than his inner turmoil. 

Cheers suddenly and obnoxiously emit from the crowd surrounding the outdoor pool. Ashton glances at the area, promptly discovering the center of the commotion to be a round of chicken fight in the water between two girls sat on the shoulders of two men, the top of an undisturbed female participant nowhere to be seen.

“Vegas girls,” says one of the men from the circle of people that Ashton was sucked into shortly after arriving, raising his glass in approval of the girls’ behavior that has nothing to do with him. 

Other men from the group meet his toast with drinks of their own, resulting in Ashton standing out even more like a sore thumb with his crossed arms and vacant hands. Dennis, the host of the whole extravaganza and the one who encouraged Ashton to come, notices his trainee’s lack of beverage and pats him on the shoulder. 

“What’ll ya have?” Dennis asks, motioning toward the patio bar.

“Oh, I’m fine,” Ashton claims.

“Look, kid, one night of drinking won’t impair your game.”

“It’s not–”

“You’re at the top right now, you’ve earned it. I won’t be mad.”

“Really, I don’t–”


“Not whiskey,” Ashton states stiffly, swallowing the sick lump in his throat from the mere mention of the drink. He has too many memories of the smell tainting his father’s alcoholic breath. If Ashton can’t get Dennis to take no for an answer, he’ll just have to choose the lesser of evils. “Gin.”

“And tonic?”


Dennis finally accepts that order and strolls over to the bar to talk to the girl running it. Ashton is relieved to just get him off his back; he doesn’t even know if he likes gin, but he’ll nurse the damn drink all night if he has to.

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he digs it out gratefully. The point of coming to the party was to keep himself busy, yet he’s still open to any excuse that might pull him away from it. 

What a mess. He’s a mess. He doesn’t know what the hell he wants. 

That is, until he sees your name waiting for him on the screen. 

Ashton’s heart picks up in speed, his first thought convincing him that something’s wrong, that something bad must have happened. You’ve gone an entire month without contacting him, so why would you randomly text him now? His runs his thumb over the screen to pull up your full message and quickly scans it for the bad news. When he doesn’t find any telling key words, he starts at the beginning again and reads through it much slower.

Hi. Sorry, I know it’s late and that we’re not talking right now, but I wanted to show you something I picked up today.

Ashton let’s out a sigh of relief, permitting himself to breathe again. He uses both hands to type back.

It’s okay. What’d you get?

As he checks the time stamp to verify that you should still have your phone on you since your last message, the response bubbles make an appearance in the lower corner, but disappear before anything comes in. Ashton waits a few impatient seconds, debating on sending another question mark to give you the double text that you probably desire, but he doesn’t have to when a photo pops up from you instead.

He smiles, attempting to keep his lips together but ultimately failing and breaking into a small laugh. It’s a photo of the magazine he made the cover of, the comforter of your bed serving as the backdrop, and your little sock-sheltered toe accidentally peeking in at the bottom right.

Proud of you, Ash, the caption says. Though I’m not a fan of the missing freckles.

Ashton smirks, leaning his elbows on the tall table in front of him.

I told them you wouldn’t approve. Or at least he thought of it when he saw the photo they chose. One of the first things his eyes gravitated toward was how bare his shoulders looked without the freckles that litter them in person, and he knew that if you were to ever see the image, you would pick up on it too. You paid too much attention to them for their removal to go unnoticed, all those nights in bed tiredly touching and trying to count them to no success.  

Thinking about writing a formal complaint.

“You’re at a party, Irwin, act like it!” Dennis jokes out of nowhere, handing Ashton the cocktail he asked for and demanding a friendly cheers.

Ashton connects the rim of his glass to his trainer’s and takes an obligated sip, concealing an instinctual grimace upon determining that he does not like gin. Like a dog in a squirrel park, Dennis becomes distracted by someone else he knows before his cup is even drawn from his lips, and miraculously leaves Ashton alone without hassling him any further to enjoy himself, giving Ashton the chance to turn to his phone again.

He had a reply prepared in his head for the last thing you said, but when he comes back to the conversation there’s a brand new grey box.

What are you doing tonight?

And that’s when it crushes him that he can’t keep responding. It’s too easy to get sucked back into your gravity, too easy to unrestrain himself and talk to you whenever he wants. He’d like nothing more than to find a quiet spot to sit and play catch up, but it would defeat the entire purpose of the break and reset you both to square one. He can’t do that to you. He can’t do that to himself.  

So he hesitantly locks his phone, leaving your message unanswered, and shoves it back into his pocket to be forgotten. His gin and tonic feels ten pounds heavier in his hand, and after a moment of illogical contemplation, he raises the drink to his lips and downs every last drop. 

“Christ, you’re heavy.”

Ashton stumbles over the curb of the sidewalk and bumps his elbow against the open car door. “Ow?” He glances at the hand wrapped around his other bicep as if to ask why it hadn’t prevented his clumsy trip.

Sorry, if you wanted the Hulk you should’ve called him instead.”

“I didn’t call you,” Ashton argues, squatting to fit his large figure into the tiny vehicle’s passenger seat. His second foot is barely tucked inside before the door shuts beside him. He rests his head against the cushion of the chair, willing the pounding in his temples to subside. He’s never felt like this before. 

“Well you’re lucky Dennis did.” Ashton’s startled by her voice coming from the left of him now, having sworn she was just to his right. “Or you’d be sleeping in a ditch tonight.”

“I’d prefer the ditch,” he says, lolling his head to look at her. She ignores him, keeping her focus on the road ahead, and even in his current state of inebriation Ashton can tell he struck a nerve harsher than he meant to. “It’s a joke, Mia.”


“Thanks for gettin’ me.”

She softens a bit at his gratitude, peeking at him briefly. His eyes are tired and weighed with depressants. “Just don’t puke in my car.”

“Not going to.”

Ashton takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his knotted hair. It’s getting longer, in need of a cut or he’ll have to start tying it back again. 

“I thought you didn’t drink,” Mia speculates.

“I don’t.”

“Then what’s the special occasion?”

He casts his gaze forward to watch the road pass underneath the car, but instantly regrets it because of the motion. No matter how straight of a line Mia’s driving, it won’t help Ashton’s head from spinning. 

“We broke up,” is all the explanation he has to offer.

Mia snaps her attention to the passenger seat, her expression unmistakably shocked yet void of sympathy. “Really?”


“If it’s because I kissed you…”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Ashton coldly shuts her theory down. “Had nothing to do with you.”

Taken aback, Mia rolls her jaw, irritated by the certainty in his words. He didn’t even try to lay it on her nicely. “Well since I’m such a nonissue, how ‘bout giving me my job back?”

Ashton went through with firing her the morning after her intrusive mistake. She fought him on it, said it was merely a lapse in judgment and that nothing of the sort would ever happen again, but Ashton felt that it was wrong and too uncomfortable to keep her on the team. Not to mention he wasn’t in a very forgiving mood considering he made the decision the day after he parted ways with you. Overall the exchange with Mia could’ve gone better than it did, and the personal emotions behind it may have put Ashton and Mia on pretty bad terms, but it was final and he had no intention of changing his mind.

“Think not,” he mumbles. His ability to compose sentences is weakening along with the strength of his eyelids, sleep slowly egging him into it’s persuading comfort.

Mia lets him get a few minutes of rest in peace, appreciating the silence of the car ride so her mind can go to work. She’s pissed. Beyond pissed. She gets out of bed for a last minute phone call to make sure that her ex-boss gets home safely from a night of careless binge drinking, and he still has the audacity to be rude to her, the nerve to deny her a second chance, the insolence to laugh at the idea of her possibly causing a problem between him and his stupid girlfriend. That last one stings more than anything. 

She wakes him when they pull into his apartment complex, and he stirs in a state of drunk confusion. It’s evident he won’t be able to make it up the stairs on his own, so Mia has to aid him out of the car and toward his flat one step at a time. Getting past the front door is another difficult task, having to go on a hunt for his keys in his jacket and jeans and watch him scramble to fit the metal slate in the hole. When the door finally opens Mia guides Ashton to his room where the challenging journey finally comes to an end, and she leaves Ashton to fend for himself while she trudges into the kitchen for the glass of water she knows he’ll be desperate for in the morning.  

When she returns she’s only half surprised to see that Ashton is already knocked out in between the sheets, naked from the waist up as far as she can tell. She sets the glass on his bedside table and glares down at the snoozing boy, her temper changing under the influence of his sleeping innocence. He looks so much younger like this, so incapable of hurting her the way he did when he revoked her job or spoke down to her in the car. 

The bed sinks lower as Mia sits on it, bothered by the fringe hanging over Ashton’s eyes and wanting to brush it away for him. As she runs her fingers delicately through the sandy strands, she notices a faint glow reflecting off of Ashton’s chest, coming from the gap between the blanket and his torso. Mia gently peels the fabric away from him to expose the source of the light, finding none other than his phone resting haphazardly in his relaxed hand. She slips it from his fingers and takes a look at the screen, mischief surging through her veins. Ashton must’ve forgotten to reactivate his passcode, or fell asleep before he could, and left his text conversation with you open for Mia to go through like a child cheating on a test.

“Ca” was as far as Ashton typed in his alcohol inspired response, his body giving out before he could finish or press send. The anger Mia sported earlier starts to come flooding back twice as hard, Ashton’s remark about “flattering herself” enraging her all over again. What are you doing for him other than stressing him out and leading him to drink? Why does he love you so much when Mia is actually here, taking care of him while you’re miles away doing God knows what? What is it that he sees in you, and why can’t he get over it?

Mia decides that she’s going to do Ashton one more favor.

Your disregarded question about what he’s doing tonight sets up the perfect linkage for Mia’s plan. She scoots further onto the bed. She lowers the wide neck of her shirt to expose the tops of her shoulders and collarbones, and lies directly next to Ashton. She opens the camera on his phone. She holds the device out at a strategic angle, making sure to include Ashton’s unconscious, shirtless body in the frame while conveniently leaving out the rim of her own shirt, making them both look naked.

When she’s happy with the misleading photo she returns to your private conversation, plucking the safety pin out of the live grenade and tossing it into your relationship, using a single word to caption what Ashton’s been doing tonight:


You haven’t always been the type of person who needs background noise to fall asleep, but since you stopped sharing a bed with Ashton, and especially since you stopped having someone to say goodnight to, you’ve accepted that sound certainly makes the mission easier. You’ve tried using the twirl of the ceiling fan as your lullaby but declared that it’s not loud enough; you’ve tried music with and without lyrics, but couldn’t control your thoughts from syncing with the pace of the beat. A list of potential remedies, ranging from white noise to whale songs, were tested and failed through trial and error until one night you came across the holy answer to your prayers without even looking for it. 

And its name was Conan O’Brien. 

You had given up on your search of berceuse when you turned on your TV for some form of entertainment to keep you occupied while you couldn’t sleep. You hadn’t expected to doze off – you were actually enjoying O’Brien’s monologue and chuckling along to his jokes, but at some point in the night everything went black and you woke up hours later more rested than you’d been in months. It was a miracle, really, and you’ve been relying on it ever since. 

Tonight is no different. Teeth brushed, pajamas on, you’re settled into bed with the TV hanging on your wall flipped to the same old channel you pick every evening. Your cellphone isn’t far from you, left within arms reach in case Ashton decides to actually text you back, but your hopes of that have pretty much vanished since he probably already would have done so if he was going to at all. You admit that you were pushing the limits tonight by trying to carry the discussion on after its initial purpose, and you understand now that Ashton has more self-discipline than you do. Being ignored by him of all people strikes a particularly sensitive string in your heart, but you try not to dwell on it too much, assuring yourself that he’s not doing it because he wants to. 

Drowsiness is starting to hit you right on cue, true to your inability to make it past the show’s first celebrity guest. You close your eyes in one extended, tired blink, but flutter them wide open when your phone alerts you with a short vibration.

Your insides warm at the one name you love to see, thrilled that he’s texting you again on his own. Your body wakes up with anticipation and your mood lifts exponentially as you type in your passcode, eager to get to your inbox to read the late night thoughts that Ashton so kindly wanted to share with you. 

The 180 whiplash in the pit of your soul when you feast your eyes on what you actually received is the closest to dead you’ve ever felt.


All color drains from your face. Your lungs shrivel into raisins. Your heart stops working. Your blood solidifies to ice. Your vision blurs out of focus. Your brain short circuits. You feel nothing.

And then you feel everything. Your fingers start to shake. Your muscles twitch. Your jaw quivers. Your head is swelling with pressure and escaping in the form of hot tears. You need to punch something. You need to throw something. You need to yell.


Part of you wants to reply to the message while another part doesn’t want to give him or her the satisfaction. A third part of you wants to demand that Ashton never talks to you again while a fourth wants to hear him beg for forgiveness.   

No option feels like the right choice, so you abandon your phone for the magazine you purchased earlier, the one with Ashton’s lying face plastered across the cover. You take one last, good, infuriated look at his two-dimensional hazel eyes and savagely shred a line between them, ripping the cover in half and chucking the rest of the papers with all your might onto the floor. You’ve started crying harder and you hate yourself for it, sick of just how many tears you’ve shed lately over a boy who obviously no longer cares about you.


You torture yourself with the evidence of Ashton’s hook up once more before impulsively diving into his contact information and definitively blocking his number. 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine


If your first reaction after Dans vid was to go back to his old videos and over analyze every single thing you see, just know that I hate you. Dan did not make that video so people could look back and go “OMG HE WAS DEPRESSED HERE 1!!!1!1!1!!” He made that video to share his experiences while battling a mental illness. He made it to show awareness and to show that people aren’t alone and there’s always hope. He made it so people see that this mental illness is extremely shitty but you can get through it with determination and help. We should be focusing on the fact that he feels better and he is literally at a point where he feels HAPPY, we should not be picking out every past detail of the bad times he had while battling depression.

I’ve decided to go on a rant, so for everyone’s sake I’ll make it short and honest.

1. The Voting Gauntlet on Fire Emblem Heroes IS a popularity contest. That’s the whole point of it, I have no idea what else you expected it to be. If you don’t like it, then don’t participate I guess? Delete FEH? Live your life?

2. No one cares how many Fire Emblem games you’ve played, or how many of the older games you beat. To be honest all anyone cares about are their favorite characters from the games. Even then, fans enjoy things for different reasons and no one is above anyone else.

Now this last one I know is going to make people mad, but it’s the truth.

3. Fire Emblem Awakening saved Fire Emblem. I don’t care if you like it or hate it, the simple fact is that if it weren’t for Awakening then FE wouldn’t be here today. We wouldn’t have a growing fanbase or 3 new games coming out this year. You don’t have to love it, but it does deserve respect.

So all I’m trying to get across is that no one should be shamed for which FE game they like. Or for which character they choose in the Voting Gauntlet. Or because they know less about FE than you. If this post makes you upset, I’m sorry that I’m not sorry, you’re turning this fanbase toxic.

Reddie field trip headcanon

  • Richie would act as if he gave zero fucks about field trips although he’s secretly super excited about it

  • Eddie on the other hand, literally doesn’t want to go because germs and shit

  • Richie had to talk him out to go because “it would be so boring without you, Eds.”

  • The losers would go everywhere together, abandoning their assigned groups

  • “Oh sorry, we can’t accept liquids in here.” “well that wasn’t what your mom said last night” -Richie Tozier

  • “You need to be taller for this ride, I’m sorry.” “That is so fucking disgusting” -Eddie Kaspbrak

  • Richie would try to hold Eddie’s hand while walking, but Eddie would always slap his hands away and say “people are around, Rich!”

  • Then Richie would lowkey get mad and was just like “well I whO the fuck cares?”

  • Eddie would eventually give up, sighs, and holds Richie’s hand

  • Richie would start smiling so much

  • They would all get cotton candy and Eddie would take Richie’s away because he’s sure they boy is already too high on sugar
4 044!

I feel so proud of myself for actively doing this for over a year now and it makes me surprisingly happy to hit these milestones. But enjoy this! (I know it’s not that much, but school has been so hard)

1. Maybe we should take on the offer and just leave without a fight.

2. “Where is it?”
“Where’s what?”
“The shoe I don’t have on my foot.”

3. Chain link fence is such a great cover, mate! Good job!

4. She was good at four things, long range shooting, rocket science, classical literature and lying. None of those would be any help right now.

5. Hey, at least they don’t have… oh no, I’m sorry I lied, they have dynamite too.

6. We just need to keep it simple and try not to get double crossed

7. I’m like 97% sure my old house is being used as a brothel right now

8. That motherfucker better not be dodging the goddamn briefing again.

9. Some of your old contacts were more than happy to give me information I needed. You should thank them.

10. “I’ve lost so many hours, so many days, just pretending I loved you.”

11. I wasn’t prepared you to be the villain in my life

12. It has been awhile since I have seen you actually leave the office, so I brought you food.

13. When I said I didn’t want you to do it, I genuinely meant that I didn’t want you to do it.

14. She would be lot easier talk to if she didn’t have a bullet in her head.

15. I was gonna get mad, but this is my old gum I left here like four years ago.

16. You need a lesson in trash talking, honey.

17. He has the right to the crown, right to reign. He does not need your permission to do anything.

18. “Loyalty, right? That’s what you want from your soldiers? I can make that happen.”
“You only know loyalty out of fear. I don’t want that.”

19. What a nice thing to be yelled at right off the bat

20. I think she technically said she won’t date anybody who doesn’t have a Wikipedia page, so..

21. You spent years in shackles. Have you forgotten how to fight?

22. Well I think you technically broke someone’s back..

23. I don’t want to sound like an asshole… Well in this instance I don’t really give a fuck, so I’ll insult you

24. It always managed to surprise me that two lunatics with death wishes found each other and decided that they needed to take over the word.

25. There was always going to be death in drunken brawls. At least when the poets joined in and swung their weapons around.

26. You always look like you just escaped homeless center

27. Whenever you say that, it starts to mean little less and less.

28. Why are you even bothering to apologize for it? I’m not mad and these people here aren’t demanding an apology.

29. I don’t want to waste your time with my crying.

30. You can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted to say that joke.

31. She knew they weren’t coming for her, so what did she have left to lose? She started screaming, banging her hands on the metal door, shouting treats and profanities at her captors.

32. Stop throwing the basketball to people who aren’t in the game!

33. I need you to stop being so distracted by dogs, man.

34. We cannot risk that she won’t come back and try to free them again.

35. I have super glue and duct tape ready if you fuck this up somehow.

36. “But you’re a hero!”
“I guess it depends on who’s eyes you look it through.”

37. Some people can only learn by pain. Are you one of those people?

38. I’m going to invade your privacy now, please don’t hit me.

39. Please stop with the slow-motion fighting!

40. Your fake Scottish accent involves awful lot of spitting.

41. The motherfuckers blew up our card house? It’s time for death.

42. “Because carrying one taser gun wasn’t enough?”
“I’m a boy scout, I’m always prepared!”

43. You are accusing me for being one of them? Even though I have been fighting against them for whole life?

44. We are enGAYed!

45. Did you open a champagne bottle with stiletto?

46. It might be illegal, but at least it’s not morally wrong

47. Why do you sneak around like a t-rex?

48. Is this something we should talk about or just blatantly ignore?

49. “Are you not going to let me even apologize?!”
“Apologize about what? I thought you didn’t do anything.”

50. She left the club on sixth street at 2am, phone dead and heels slowly proving victorious once again.

51. Are you not aware how many lives you’ve single handedly affected? It’s rather amazing.

52. All my friends are war journalist or demons, let’s just think about that for a moment

53. What happened to you? You’ve settled down now? And… what? Found the love of your life?

54. She crossed her legs with flirtatious smile that didn’t match her words towards me, “They always did tell me you deserved to die.”

55. Your improvise shooting targets just become smaller and smaller every time, don’t they?

56. We need to get piss up drunk right now and try to forget the whole day before somebody gets traumatized for life

57. “I’ll be brutally honest –“
“As always.”
“Yes, as always. But your father is the most traumatizing motivational speaker I’ve ever heard.”

58. Not only does the mall Santa look like a Donald Trump, but he just dropped about three bags of cocaine.

59. There’s no doubt that you absolutely have enough ammo stashed away somewhere to take them down

60. He didn’t think the girl had done it, but the half-grin on her mouth the whole interrogation only fueled the others to pile the evidence solely on her.

61. Could you return her alive the next time?!

62. This is a hate hug, stop enjoying it!

63. I’m suddenly the reliable one?

64. This is oddly violent restaurant

65. You got your bodybuilder ass handed to you by a pregnant woman, you should be ashamed

66. I feel paranoid. Please stop telling me you love me.

67. You proposed her in a hospital waiting area, and honestly, I think that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done to her

68. The king wept at the loss of his stallion, but not the death of his eldest son

69. “She’s one of the most caring people I know!”
“Well I guess she’s just hiding it very fucking well”

70. It’s controlled arrogance

71. I need some education… I’ll google it

72. I took a half day out for this, you better not die, yeah?

73. Make sure they’re okay if I’m not gonna be…

74. “You son of a bitch!”
“Well I’m a daughter of yours, so you’re practically correct in your insult.”

75. Why are you acting like he never tried to kill me?!

76. Well I think heart attack kinda ruins the joke

77. She knew she shouldn’t have voiced her misfortunes out loud, it was just asking for the world to pile more bullshit on her shoulders.

78. He’s just a definition of heart attack!

79. I think you’ve tricked me into having fun

80. As far as I know, I’m the only lawyer in the city to run over a client with a cement trunk

81. They always told me stories of how she sailed to the edge of the world and how she fought the seven devils alone to save the world

82. Tie your shoes, it’s parkour time!

83. Communicate with me! Don’t yell!

84. He even smells like a rich brat! Like a repulsive rich brat…

85. Do you really think I’m the type of girl to joke about double homicide?  

86. I think our father is trying to cook lobsters in the microwave…

87. I don’t know about you, but that sounded like a confession to me

88. She knew no matter how bad she could fuck up, there was one person in who could get her out of anything

89. He never told me where he was going. And maybe that was for good, knowing me, I’d probably follow him like a desperate puppy I am.

90. When you asked me on a date, I thought we’d go to get food or drinks or something normal! Never did I thought you’d involve me into a hostage situation!

91. Her grandfather made his living playing a piano in bars around the big city and her father played a guitar in a cruise band, there where she got her musical talent.

92. She sat on the stone steps of the brownstone house, the cold rain slowly drenching her, but she still looked happy

93. They hadn’t realized how much alcohol they’d ended up drinking the night before, but the head splitting headache and the new matching tattoos on the bottom of their feet told a story of different kind

94. You want me to give your life expectancy? Because I could. But I also think you’re immortal.

95. Oh wow, they learned to shoot at your legs finally?

96. Please don’t shoot at me, please don’t shoot at me… Oh my god! PLEASE STOP SHOOTING AT ME!

97. This turned out to be hell of a lot more painful than I thought

98. I’m willing to lose this fight if it’s necessary…

99. Let’s hope they are the type who ask questions first and then shoot…

100. You have to hope they still remember me and that I didn’t anything to anger them before I died

101. They lived only a block away from the pool hall, so their father assumed they were there and left for his next shift downtown.

102. I think you forgot that I’m quite much useless in a long fight

103. My legs are sore from running and I want to kill your boyfriend

104. He was sure if he was to walk there and tap on her shoulder, she would jump out of her chair screaming.

105. It turned out to be easier to pull the trigger of a taser than trigger of a gun

106. She sucked in her cheeks and crossed her eyes, making a silly face for the baby laying on its back

107. He rubbed his tongue on the roof of his mouth, wanting to say something, but never doing so

108. They sat on the edge of their bed, contemplating should they leave a note for their sleeping brother

109. They sold his car last Tuesday, still fully believing he was dead

110. Just out of interest, have you heard of invasion of privacy before?

111. Somebody bless my soul!

112. “So are we on the same wavelength?”

Some chapter title ideas also;

1. Heroes Always Die Alone

2. 19 Easy Ways To Lose Your Friends And Bury Your Enemies

3. The Loyal Knight And Righteous Mad Woman

4. Too Naïve For The Job

5. One Hated, One Loved And One Pitied

6. The One Who Pulled The Trigger Was In Love

7. I Kissed You And Lost Your Heart

8. Me, You And Our Best Friend Death

9. Extravagant Lies Always End In Death

10. The Royal Alien Changes Nothing

11. Some Level Of Insanity In Us

12. Bewitched Love Story

13. Four Lured In Death

14. Gullible Sweethearts and Coffee Cups

15. Barbed Wire And Beer Bottle Hassle

16. Misfortune of Misplacing Things

17. Deep Conversations In A Strip Clubs

18. 3 Original Ways To Wish His Death

19. Bottle Jäger Later And It Didn’t Sound So Absurd Anymore

20. Love Proofed To Be A Slow Death

21. Differences Between A Fool And A Tool

22. Thinking Of London And Him

23. Skin-Crawling Love

Also, shoutout to @humdrummoloch, I really been enjoying the blog. Also to @dawnuchiha and @savannahthepeach, who I have started to recognize when going through the like, thanks guys :))

Loathing (B.Barnes)


Bucky Barnes 

Warnings: swearing

You had always been a likable person, you didn’t have to try either. People just immediately grew found of you as soon as you met them, you were kind and genuine but most importantly you were calming. Something about you calmed people down whether it be through a hug or a simple talk, anxiety washed away from people all because of you. 

While your skill set was focused on combat, espionage and marksmanship, you were quite the opposite of violent. In normal day to day life you were the mediator between the avengers and their small disagreements. Whenever Tony was being an ass to Steve and Steve was being too hardheaded to back down, you ended up stepping in to calm the two down until they could talk out their issues. 

Tony had taken you under his wing as a daughter figure when you were first recruited while Steve and Sam approached you as more of older brothers. Natasha, Clint and Bruce all cherished you and though you weren’t that much younger than them, they viewed you as their little sister. Wanda seemed to be the only member who viewed you as a friend, but more of a best friend who she would care for forever. To say the Avengers were protective of you was a huge understatement. 

They all liked you, you made friends easily and you were good as hell at your job and maybe that’s why you couldn’t quite understand why a certain shaggy haired man seemed to hate you with every ounce of strength in his body.

Bucky had always been reserved ever since Steve recruited him into the Avengers but, he at least talked occasionally with the other members. He had never once spoken a word to you or even looked in your general direction as far as you knew. It seemed as though every time he saw you he walked in the opposite way, avoiding you like his life depended on it. 

You didn’t know what made Bucky hate you so much - you had always been nice to him. At first you tried talking to him, earning no answers every time. Then, you tried inviting him out with the gang or asking if he wanted to train with you which always ended in him turning on his heel and walking away from you. 

But, lately he’s been doing so much more than ignoring you - he’s been being rude to you as well. Whenever you’d speak his eyes would close tightly as if your voice was hurting his head before he stormed out of the room. Or, you’d walk into the gym and he’d let out a big sigh before grabbing his stuff and going out the opposite exit. 

You weren’t sure what you had done to make him hate you so much, nobody had ever hated you before except your enemies. When you had talked to Sam about it he had offered to go beat Bucky’s ass, but even through all the sadness Bucky put you through you couldn’t let him get hurt just because you managed to piss him off.

“Have you seen Bucky? I was supposed to train with him but he’s not in the gym.” Steve says, walking into the common room with a towel strewn over his sweaty shoulders. You peer up over your book, giving him a look as if to say ‘do you truly think i’d know?’

Shifting your book, you turn the page down and shut the cover. “Steve, I thought you would have noticed this by now. If I’m in a room, Bucky is guaranteed to not be in it.” You end your words with a small smile, pushing a hair form your face that had fallen from your messy bun.

Steve sighs, looking at your small form on the couch. “Don’t take it personally, bud. He’s just…more reserved with you. I don’t know why, maybe he finds you intimidating.” He jokes, watching as your dimple pokes out through your cheek.

“I highly doubt that. I think he just hates me for a reason I don’t know. Maybe someday I’ll figure it out, but until that day you can assume Bucky will be on the other side of the tower from wherever I am.” You smile, stretching your back before returning to your book.

Steve shuffles by you, placing a hand on your shoulder as he walks by. his touch is soft, almost comforting for a man who’s bicep was larger than your head. “Oh and Steve, check the kitchen. I just baked some cookies and he usually eats some after I leave.” 

A small smile perks on Steves lips when he walks out of the room, leaving silence to loom over you as you read. The pages rub against your fingertips, the paper crinkling with ever turn. You tuck your feet under the blanket in front of you, toes wiggling in the fluffy fabric.

“I don’t hate you.” A voice scrapes through the clear air, forcing your head to pop up. You’re unable to connect the voice to a face but the familiarity of it makes you curious. You look behind you seeing Bucky’s large form take up most of the doorway.

Closing your book on your finger, you raise an eyebrow slightly at him. “Well, you had me fooled.” You manage to say while shifting to face him. He licks his lips before shuffling in the doorway, kicking his feet along the hardwoods.

Theres a short silence between you two. You fear he will run off and not finish the conversation but instead leave you hanging. 

“You make me nervous.” He mumbles, blinking at you with an anxious expression. “I know it’s usually the opposite with people around you, Steve tells me all the time how he thinks it’ll help me to talk to you after one of my nightmares. I don’t know why you make me nervous exactly, but every time I’m near you I get all jittery and my heart starts beating fast.”

You nod slowly, trying to figure out what he was trying to say. “And it’s not like in the scared kind of way because I’m not afraid of you, it’s more of the way where my stomach does flips whenever I see you tucked in the corner of the room with your book in your face and your lip between your teeth. Steve says that’s love, I’ve never been in love so I wouldn’t know.”

Tilting your head to the side, your jaw opens slightly. “And, I know I’ve been an ass to you and I’m sorry. I just don’t know how to talk to you and it’s been 70 years since I last had a crush so I’m not sure how to do this anymore. God, I’m rambling and I’m just throwing all of this at you, I’ll go.”

As he turns to leave, you pout your bottom lip. “Bucky, come back.” Your soft voice flows through him in the best way, soothing his nerves immediately. He turns and looks at you, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I like you too. Now, please just keep talking to me.”

Nodding, Bucky walks over to the couch with a small smile on his face. He sits at the edge of the maroon couch, observing your face. “I’ve never seen you up close before, it’s nice.” He laughs lightly, chewing the skin of his bottom lip.

You smile, scooting over closer until your knees touch his thigh. “Do you remember when you first came to the tower and I tried to talk to you in the kitchen? I was making hot chocolate for us and I guess I just wouldn’t stop talking or something because the next second I looked up and you were gone.” You chuckle, his fingers brushing some strands of hair from your cheek.

“I remember. You were wearing that striped dress that I like, I think it’s one of your favorites or at least thats what Steve said when i mentioned it. You weren’t talking too much, you were just so beautiful, the first truly stunning thing I had seen since I got out of HYDRA. You still are the only beautiful thing I’ve seen. I left because I got nervous that you’d think i was crazy or something, or that you’d be afraid of me.” He admits, a small blush creeping along his cheeks.

You shake your head, smiling. “I’m not afraid of you Bucky, I never have been and I never will be.” His lips turn up at your words. “And that dress is my favorite but you kinda made this really disgusted look last time I wore it so it’s currently residing in the back of my closet.”

“That face wasn’t for you,” Bucky laughs, his eyes shining as he looks at you. “Steve lied to me that you were going out on a date so I got kinda jealous. When Wanda told me you were going out with your mom for dinner I got so mad at Steve I thought I was going to lose my mind.”

“Steve can be quite the pain in the ass, huh? Just loves to meddle with other peoples issues.” You giggle, showing off your teeth as you smile. Bucky smiles at you, wider than you thought was possible.

Nodding, he turns more to look at you. “He’s a troublemaker I’ll give him that. But, if he hadn’t meddled earlier I wouldn’t be in here right now so I guess i owe him for giving me the confidence to talk to you.”

“I’m glad you came to talk to me, I don’t like when people seem like they hate me. It’s good to know you don’t.” You reassure him, pressing your hand on his wrist before squeezing and retracting your hold.

Bucky shifts, placing a knee on the couch so he is fully facing you.”I could never hate you, even if I wanted to. I really like you, Y/N, a lot more than i thought was possible for someone as messed up as me. I’m not stable, I’m a piece of shit sometimes and I’m a horrible person to sleep with because I steal the covers but if you’re wiling to look past all my flaws then I’d really love to take you on a date.” His eyes sparkle with hope when he looks up at you, reaching for your hands with his own.

You nod, feeling the cold metal against your skin. “I’d love it if you took me on a date Bucky.” His smile widens as you speak, his human hand snaking up to press against your cheek and pull you gently towards him.

Your eyes flutter close as your lips brush together, your hands twirling in his long hair as your lips open to make way for your tongues. He holds your cheek with one hand, his metal one moving down to hold your waist flush against him.

“I said talk to her not make out with her!” Steve yells from the doorway, forcing you and Bucky to pull away. You giggle when you see Steve’s dumbfounded face with Nat behind him, a huge grin on her face.