running stick

I love when dogs:

-get so excited that their WHOLE BODY wags

-are too tired to bark so they make a lil Boof

-stare at the door all day waiting for you to come back 

-fREAK OUT when you actually get back

-tilt their head back when you try to pet their head so that you end up petting their nose

-act really interested in whatever you are saying to them, even when you are just reading from a calculus book

-think that you threw the stick and run for it, only to look back at you in confusion when they can’t find it

-still continue to play fetch with you with overwhelming energy, even after you just betrayed them (you monster)

-sit all proper on the couch/floor when they get to watch a movie with you


-forget about returning the stick for a moment and chew that thing to shreds before remembering that they’re supposed to return the stick

-tug on their leash because they see you and want you to pet them SO baD

-take one look at you and just roll on their back like “yep I know she’s gonna give me rubs”

-sit on your toes when they are in a new place with dogs to say “MY HUMAN”

-get angry about that dog on the tv and make The Bark™ 

-give you a kiss


  • person: how can you keep that in your ROOM? it wants to kill and eat you!! it's vicious!!
  • my snake: (balls up because I wiggled her feeder at her)
  • my snake: (balls up because she saw a paper towel)
  • my snake: (balls up because she saw her reflection)
  • my snake: (periscopes too high and falls over dramatically, balls up and peeks around like "WHO DID DAT")
  • my snake: (hides in my bra for warmth)
  • my snake: (puts her own head under a running faucet and sits there for ten years) (it feels nice I guess?)
  • my snake: (rubs her chin all over my hand until I scratch the itch)
  • my snake: (gets stuck inside a paper towel tube, balls up when I free her from it, immediately goes back in)
  • me:
  • me:
  • me: totally agree

you should not be scared of your parents

you should bot be scared of your parents

being your parent does not give them the right to degrade you, embarrass you, neglect you, make you feel worthless, abuse you, or make you feel scared

there’s a difference between being disciplined for acting up and being terrified of wobbling slightly out of line even once

you should not be scared to be yourself

you should not want to live on the streets

you should not be called names

you should not be scared of your parents

And she’d be standing next to me [x]

(Woo! Leslie actually did some semi-finished artsy stuff!)

Hawkeye (2012) #11

New Beginnings

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Written for @sanjariti‘s Game of Prompts. Based on the song Good Times by All Time Low

Word Count:1,602

Warnings: Language, Angst, Underage Drinking 

A/N: Caro, I’m so so sorry it took me so long to write this. Congrats on your milestone! You’re awesome!

Sitting under the lights of the basketball court, you nursed a bottle of beer that you had been sharing with three other people. Sam sat on the orange ball, sweat dripping down his forehead. Steve’s cheeks were red from running, his blond hair sticking to his forehead. And while Bucky was wearing his basketball shorts, he had spent the entire evening with you.

“I gave Rogers a proper thrashing,” Sam announced proudly.

Steve rolled his eyes. “You wish.”

Normally you would have been laughing and cheering, but not tonight. It was your last night with your three best friends and you were feeling pretty nostalgic.

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Your Grandmother was a magician.
She could breathe under water,
She could fly,
And she could even change colors.

She taught you all of her tricks,
But the magic was never lost.

The last thing she taught you;
Death is the greatest vanishing act.

Death creates a vacuum
Where everything you love disappears.
Her absence was a top hat you hid emotions in,
Because they made the tricks too painful to perform.


You were raised by ghosts.
Your parents perished to depression, drugs, alcohol, and abuse.
Their demons left nothing behind, but sunken skeletons
Hollow like empty bottles.

You watched your mother drink herself into the ocean.
The more the world took,
The more room there was for liquid forgetting.
She became a sinking ship.

For the longest time,
You thought you belonged at the bottom of the sea.
The absence of love held you there like an anchor.
You swallowed numbness
Trying to drown all the anger, pain, and self loathing,
Watching yourself drift away like air bubbles.


You fell in love with fireworks.
The way the sparks flew into the air
And lit up the night sky
Made you feel like beautiful things
Could appear out of the darkness.

The explosions looked so colorful
And the smell of burning cardboard
Made you feel at home.

You didn’t realize how fleeting the lights were
Or how playing with them could get you burned
Or how explosions would leave people in pieces
Or how cardboard boxes aren’t places to live
And can catch fire so easily.

Or how after all the fireworks are gone,
The silence of the night sounds like mourning bells
Ringing in your ears as darks spots dance in your vision.

The quiet always sounds loudest once the party is over.


Hearts are like open doors.
People you love will come and go
Like the swinging of a pendulum
Or a carrot at the end of a stick,
Always running after something you can’t have.
People will walk into you house to make a sandwich,
But when there’s no more food,
It’s time to go back to their own home.

Always lock the door behind them.


Leaving is never hasty.
It is meticulous like the folding and unfolding of a paper crane.
You do it so many times that the creases become bones,
And when you try and straighten yourself out,
You always curl back into that bird that is so good at flying away.

People will try and put paperweights on you,
Because you’ve become a flight risk,
But you are also steel, and fire, and storm clouds that can not be pinned down.
No hurricane has ever had your name,
Because no one will ever want to remember you.



Run faster than your doubts.
Run faster than your heartbeat.
Run faster than you can breathe.
Run faster than your memories.
Run until you forget why you’re running,
And then remember you had a reason.

Do not let regret weigh you down.
Do not slow down so they can say sorry.
Do not look back unless you’re looking at the sunrise.

There will always be a new day,
And endings birth beginnings.


You either leave first,
Or you get left behind.

If you love something do not set it free,
Because it will walk away eventually.

Appreciate what you have,
But never love something more than yourself.
It’s okay to walk away.


Burn all the bridges on your way out of town,
Because the lesson in leaving is knowing you should never return.
—  Lessons in Leaving

How (not) to behave in a museum

Walk in the Park || Tom Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Walks with Tom and Tessa never fail to make you smile.

Warnings: Pure fluff!!!!

Word Count: 1156 words

A/N: Format is still fucked up (it’s literally killing me) but I’m really tired and I just love fluffy Tom I hope you all enjoy because this made my heart swell with love for him!!!!!

You let out a small yawn as you slipped the end of the seatbelt into the slot, adjusting the strap as Tom got into the drivers side before doing the same.

“Tired?” He asked as he started the engine then turning to get a proper look at you, “not really, I just need'a stretch my legs,” you chuckled as Tom slipped his hand on your thigh, “we’ll be home soon,” he smiled sweetly, to which you did as well, placing your hand on top of his and playing with his long fingers as he began the drive to his home.

“You know,” you said as you followed Tom up the steps to his front door, “my arms, do in fact, work,” you said sarcastically as Tom turned to you to roll his eyes playfully, “let me do boyfriend things for you,” he whined as you chuckled but placed a kiss to his lips as silent thank you.

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