senseless crap

I love you. See you later.

It was a simple recon mission and yet, the dangers still lurked in each corner. Hunk and Keith got paired up again, considering that they did and ace job in the last one with the Weblum.

The whole castle was at the hanger and Hunk was showered with hugs and encouragement while Shiro pulled Keith into a tight embrace. But this time was a little different because Lance joined in too. They have been paladins for a little more than a year now and after all that time, Lance had grown closer with his rival and that that bloomed into something lovelier; their bonds rooted on the beautiful mystery of love.

“Keith!” Lance threw his arms around Keith who was clad in his full paladin armor. “I’ll see you at dinner. I’m going to help Coran make it tonight so you better eat up!”

“Oh yeah?” Keith chuckled lowly. “Alright. Don’t overcook the beans like the last time.”

“My casserole was perfect, you ass!” Lance shoved him playfully but got straight to the point when he pressed a loving kiss on Keith’s lips. The whole hanger burst into wolf whistles except for Pidge who made gagging noises. Lance was sucked into those deep violet pools as Keith looked into his blue ones, a silent message passing between them;

‘I love you. See you later.’

And then, the yellow and red paladins were off along with the yellow lion of Voltron. Lance eagerly waved as they left from where he stood with the others in the hanger.

'I love you. See you later.’

But 4 vargas later, Hunk returned alone; broken and in tears. He fell to his knees in front of his best friend and the others while his hands clutched something tightly between them.

“I’m sorry.” Hunk wept. “I’m so sorry… I tried, but Keith…he… he…”

Lance was speechless and he felt his heart die a painful death when Hunk handed him Keith’s red helmet, the visor glass shattered. On the radio was a previous recording of Lance’s voice from another mission, repeating the same silent parting words they had earlier:

“I love you. See you later.”

Since I’m from the future, it’s already Feb 13 here. So, I made you guys this little pre-Valentine gift. I hope you like it. 

For my mom, @forsakenangel88 and my little sister @sir-schneeflocke and to my pain-loving friends: @shadowdarkleonidascrusade @deleriousfromcoffee @jackalopes-vld and to everyone else who like the senseless crap I write. 


Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Avengers (Platonic!)
Word Count: 3.5K
Warnings: None?

A/N: I think that @bonesbuckleup came up with the idea originally, could be wrong though.

“Oh, did you hear about all the times Steve has jumped out of plane without a parachute?” Natasha giggles, the beer bottle dangling from her thin fingers,

Bucky almost chokes on his drink, “What?!” he exclaims, and snaps his head around to stare at his best friend, who now was turning red.

Steve didn’t like to be the centre of attention, but tonight he was. Most of the Avengers were sat around the lounge room; and after lots of drinking the night had turned into a reminiscing session about all the stupid shit Steve has done with little to no thought.

“I think I almost had a heart attack the first time,” you laugh, “Was he this much of a rebel back in the day?” you turn your attention to Bucky,

“You have no idea,” Bucky sighs, “But now I’m here, I don’t want to see you do anymore senseless crap, pal,” he warns, pointing at Steve.

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Crookedly in Love - Chapter Twenty Four (A Shawn Mendes Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twenty Four

I went straight back to the hotel, as you could’ve guessed. I didn’t know what to do or say to anyone. I didn’t want to talk to Camila to hear her explain how she heard. And I definitely did not want to talk to Shawn just to hear him grovel for forgiveness.

I just didn’t have it in me. I went straight to bed, and I didn’t let anyone in. I couldn’t understand any of this. I just let myself cry and fall in and out of sleep that night.

Then, at seven in the morning, I heard a knock.

“Julia,” Shawn yelled through the door.

I was awake. I had been tossing and turning all night, but I really did not want to face him ever. I wanted to bury myself into a hole and stay there forever. But, life’s not about hiding.

“Julia, I know you’re in there,” he said.

I didn’t respond.

“Please, please let me in,” he pleaded.

I didn’t budge. He could not come in here. He did not get to come in here and beg for my forgiveness because I wouldn’t be able to know if he was lying to me or not. Everything, every word he’s ever said to me could’ve been crafted carefully by his PR team. Every kiss could have been strategically given. Every kind gesture…the song, the necklace. It was all fake.

“I know you hate me,” he said, sighing. “And I deserve it. I am a disgusting person.”

He was right about that.

“I hate me too,” he continued on. “But, I don’t know how to even be myself without you, Jules.”

I wanted to throw every single item in my room at him, chuck it right at his lying mouth. He clearly knew how to be himself, he was clearly fine since this was all make-believe.

“And I know you don’t believe me. But I love you so much, Jules. I love you, and I never wanted to hurt you.”

I snorted. He would be an idiot if he didn’t think he was going to hurt me.

“I just need you in my life, or else I’ll completely fall apart. I want you to know that I was one hundred percent myself in this relationship. I did not bullshit you, even if you think I did. When I said I needed you, when I said I was going to love you like I was going to lose you, I wasn’t lying. I never lied about any of that!”

I wished I had earmuffs right at this moment because all I could hear was senseless crap flying out of his mouth. And I all I could feel was my broken heart beneath my chest that felt impossible to put back together.

“I just want to explain –”

That was it. That was the last straw. I let him drone on and on about how he was telling the truth (which it was not), and I let him sit at my door for long enough. I did not want to hear any flimsy explanation.

I threw off my covers and sprung out of bed. I unchained the door and swung it open aggressively. He stood there, his eyes humiliated and pained.

“Get out, Shawn!” I growled. “Go away, get away from my door, and get the hell away from me.”

“Julia, please just let me explain.”

“No,” I shouted, not caring if anyone could hear me. “I refuse to listen to this shit any longer. I don’t give a fuck to hear the so-called truth. Because I won’t believe a word you say, so don’t even waste your breath.”

“Please, Jules—”

“No! Shut up, Shawn. Just shut up, don’t come near me. Don’t try and talk to me. Don’t even try and justify what you did.”

“It was real, though. It was.”

“It was built on a lie,” I snapped back. “Our whole relationship was built on something you forced to happen because it would help you. You didn’t care how it would affect me! You didn’t care that I was falling in actual love with you. That I actually couldn’t stand to lose you in real life. Not this fake, famous life you seemed to be stuck in!”

“No, that’s not it –”

“Did you even love me since we were twelve? Or was that just a line so I wouldn’t get mad at you for lying in that interview?”


“The truth. Please, Shawn. You’ve lied so many times—would it kill you to tell me the truth?”

He sighed, staring at the floor.

“Maybe I didn’t love you since we were twelve, but –”

I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. I wanted to sob uncontrollably, but I was too angry to even start.

“Do you really expect me to just forgive you for all this?” I asked, exasperated.

He didn’t say anything.

“You broke me, Shawn. I don’t think you understand how absolutely empty I feel. I fell for you, and I thought you fell for me too. And I don’t know how to even begin to wrap my mind around the fact that I thought you were a completely different person.”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“And you know the funny thing is,” I said, laughing humourlessly. “I probably would’ve dated you to help your image if you just asked.”

I shut the door in his face.

I didn’t get anymore sleep. I just fell onto the floor and became a puddle of tears. I knew he left after a few moments because I could hear his footsteps become distant.

I hated him for doing this to me. But I still loved him at the same time. What the hell was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I just turn off the switch? He hurt me, he killed my trust. And yet I still loved him. I had officially gone mad.

I went through the motions of the day. I went into the car for soundcheck, shutting out everyone around me.

I didn’t want to sing the song. I really, really didn’t. I was hoping I could avoid Shawn until I had to practice, but of course, rounding the corner to the water fountain, there he was.

He and I made eye contact. He opened his mouth to say something, but I turned away as quickly as possible. I did not want any part of him.

“Julia!” he shouted.

I don’t know what even occurred in my mind, but I started to break out into a run. I just wanted to be away from him. Too much damage came from being around him. 

“Can you please stop?” Shawn yelled from down the hallway. I couldn’t hear him, I couldn’t even hear myself.

I kept running, and I knew he would catch up to me. I knew he would finally grab my arm because I would be too tired of running and he would be too tired of giving me space. But, I didn’t want to make it easy for him. This whole damn time, I had been a fool. And I didn’t even know it. He never even said a word, all those times we were alone. All those times, he could have saved me from the pain and hurt and the investment.

“Julia, stop!”

He still wasn’t there matching me stride for stride. He was still a few steps behind. I hated him. I hated him for the way he played me. The way he said my name. The way he pretended to love me. I hated him for making me love him blindly.

“Julia.” He was out of breath, but he was there. He was beside me. And he caught my arm, his fingers gripping my wrist.

I gasped and turned around but didn’t dare look at him. I looked to the floor because if I stared into his eyes, I would see the boy I used to know, the boy I thought I knew, and not who he really was.

“I hate you, Shawn. I hate you so much,” I whispered. I felt tears well up in my eyes, and I could hear him sigh with sympathy.

He pulled me into him, and I began to cry.

“I love you, Julia. I love every part of you,” he said softly.

“I don’t believe you,” I mumbled. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have destroyed me like this. You wouldn’t have broken every still string of trust I ever had in you.”

“They made me–”

“No, shut up!” I yelled, pushing him away. “I’m sick and tired of hearing that excuse. ‘They made me act this way’ or ‘they made me do that to you’. Aren’t you your own fucking person, Shawn? Aren’t you capable of making decisions for yourself? Don’t you look at a situation and think, ‘Hmm…maybe that isdumb. Maybe I should stop’!”

“That’s not fair,” he said quietly.

“Yes it is. Because I invested every piece of my heart into you. And now that I know the truth, I have to rethink every look, every kiss, every little touch because you never had the right mind to tell me what you were doing. You manufactured something I thought was real. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to fix that.”

“Julia, that song was real. Me saying that I love you is real. I don’t care if you think I was pretending. Maybe at the beginning, I didn’t think it was a big deal. But, it was real, and you know in your mind that no one could ever act that well. I could never create those feelings from thin air. It was rooted in our real relationship-”

He began to take a step towards me, but I held out my hand. I didn’t want to be near him, to be sucked back into the emptiness.

“Stop. I gave you everything I had,” I choked out. “And I should’ve known better. I should’ve known you didn’t need it, need me. The boy who has everything. You never wanted me. You only wanted what you created.”

He shook his head. I could see tears forming in the corner of his eyes. Good. He should feel bad for breaking me.

“I love you, Jules. I never wanted to create a new you. And I never meant to destroy the old one.”

“It’s a little too late for apologies, don’t you think?” I replied weakly.

He was about to say something more, until his manager interrupted.

“Shawn, you’re needed for rehearsal,” Andrew said, from the studio door that was slightly ajar. He sighed. He had to go, and I knew I wasn’t enough of a reason to make him stay.

“Go,” I said, beckoning him in. “You don’t owe me anything.”

And now we’re back to where this whole tragedy started, four months later. The beginning of the end. 

I just wanted to rip up everything that ever reminded me of him and burn it. I wish I could wipe him from my memory, I wish he never even told me he loved me. I wish we never wrote songs together. I wish he never moved in beside me.

I wish I never even met Shawn in the first place.

Just found out...

O_O thank you, Wikipedia.

Just found out that this guy, yes, this guy, Thomas, from the 1995 Pocahontas film, here’s a nice picture here:

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was voiced by this man:

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Christian Bale… CHRISTIAN BALE. The guy who freaking plays Batman and a whole shebang loud of other roles like giving his voice to Howl, and just… huughh…

I love discovering stuff like this xD
Just today I realized that the woman who did Jasmine’s singing voice from Aladdin was also the same lady that did Mulan’s singing voice too. Ahh 8D the things you learn.


ok myself take note for chapter 8 (other ppl can ignore)

when jazz has her little talk with danny, danny’s like, “that ghost looks like a human and therefore he must be the doppelganger… because ghosts always distort themselves into monstrous forms” or something like that but then JAZZ POINTS OUT “danny u butt you’ve encountered ones that look like humans too (and then have panels where it’s just the human-like ghosts he once killed, like ghost girl at the beginning) and you know it isn’t the doppelganger. mom and dad killed it themselves… you can’t possibly ignore that fact with the way you idealize them”

and hten it’s implied that danny HAS seen humans as monsters, and implied that danny has ONLY seen monsters.. and then that would make sense to some imagery in ghost sickness where for a moment he sees sam and tucker’s faces as monsters. (especially since this happened after his parents’ deaths) 

if i was able to write it strictly from danny’s POV, that’s probably what it would be like. every ghost a monster regardless of actual form, and some bad trip imagery and a lot of craziness 

anonymous asked:

hey beauty, your writing is fucking amazing omfg i cant. I was wondering if you could do something along the lines of One of the boys (preferably Mikey or Ash but idc) being like really really dominant and it's like too much for you to handle and you get overwhelmed and have to use a safe word and start to freak out?

OMg KK bro

so lets do ashton and let’s imagine that you’ve been dating for ages and you’ve always been really open and both always getting into heaps of kinks, like, it would’ve started one night when you were like just hanging out together and you would’ve been sitting on his lap and with your hands through his hair making out with him. And he would have both his hands on your hips and normally you would’ve gotten really quickly into the heated stuff and be taking off each others clothes, but this day it was slow travelling. And because you’d just been casually making out for so long, Ashton would sort of have forgotten like where he really was and he would’ve completely just gotten lost in the kiss. So then when it did actually get a little bit faster paced, he would subconsciously like dig his fingers into your skin and be like pulling your pelvis into his and you’d think, okay, so he’s being a little bit more aggressive than usual, you can handle that, that’s okay.

But then he’d start mumbling all this crap, with his eyes still closed and still kissing you and now one hand would be snuck around and really squeezing your ass, like, ‘oh baby, you’re such a naughty girl,’ and then you’d like back away in shock because he would’ve never said anything like that before so you’d like full on blush and he’d kinda snap out of his trance and be like, ‘what the fuck did i just say?’ and then you’d both freeze for a second and then you’d bite your lip and laugh and ashton’s face would be bright red and you’d feel bad because he was embarrassed so you’d just quickly cover up like, 'you haven’t even begun to see me be a naughty girl,’ and he’d like inhale really deeply and he’d still be kind of unsure like does this mean you’re all for it or what, and you’d say something else so he would get the hint you’re keen and you’d like whisper in his ear, 'but maybe you should punish me so that I’m not bad again.’

And after that he was just fucking you senseless and holy crap, you had no idea that boy had such a mouth on him. And then after that night, you two had just changed from being the cute little sensual sex couple and all the time you would have to be trying out new scenarios. Like, you would do the teacher/student thing and boss/employee and masseuse/client and omf idk like you’d just both get so heavily into the roles and it would be amazing, and then after each time he would have to be really really lovely to remind you that he loved you. Like, he’d always cuddle you from behind and kiss your head and be super cute like, 'you’re so beautiful, baby, I’m so lucky to have you,’ and all that 

So, like, all this time you kind of knew in the back of your head that eventually ash would want to do like bondage or something along the lines of that, and it’s not that you didn’t want to do it, but you were worried you might accidentally freak out bc there was something about being restrained or in confined areas or anything like that that always made you panic. That’s just the person that you were. 

So then one night, you would’ve already pre-decided that you were gonna do the whole cop thing, and Ashton would walk in the room and be like, 'Stick em up,’ and you’d giggle kind of because he actually looked adorable wearing a fake police outfit and holding a fake gun and he’d yell back super angry like, 'don’t fucking laugh at me, sweet heart, do you know who I am?’ and you’d be like oh shit and he’d walk over and sit on the bed and omg he’d force you to strip in front of him and you being the teasing girl you are kind of made it into a strip show/lap dance thing and he literally would’ve gotten so entranced by it, he would’ve just shoved his hand down his pants and just been like pumping himself while he watching you prance around him and like bend over in front of him in your underwear. And like all of a sudden out of bloody nowhere, he’d switch back into action and start booming his voice like, ‘bend over my legs, now,’ and you’d be blinking your eyelashes and like, 'yes, sir,’ and omG HE’D SPANK the SHIT OUT OF YOU, and then he’d run his fingers over your pussy through your panties while you were still laying out on his lap AND YOU’D BE S O WET LIKEM OMOGMJJREU…..

And idk he’d be a dickhead officer and get all patronising and like, ‘damn, love, you’re so wet, aren’t you? you make me wanna have a taste,’ and he’d pull your panties off and bring his tongue to your clit, but then he’d be like, ‘hmm, I don’t think you deserve this, considering you’re breaking the law with all this indecent exposure,’ and wtffffffffffff you’d be so annoyed and you’d be begging like, 'please, please, please, touch me, ash,’ and he’d be spitting like, 'excuse me? You don’t address me with my first name, get on the fucking bed.’

omg So then he’d whip out his hand cuffs and like tack you to the bed head and you’d be a little concerned and considering saying something because you didn’t really like the idea of being attached and not able to move, but you’d think like, nah it’s okay you can handle it, you’ll be fine. And you’d go along with it, and then ashton would move to get on the other side of you or something but he’d brush his hand over your centre *purposely or accidental; we will never know* and you would DIE AND WHIMPER SO LOUD, and then he’d laugh deeply and be like, 'maybe we need something to shut you up,’ and he’d grab some masking tape and at this point you were so close to speaking up and being like, ‘ashton I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this,’ but then you’d quickly think it over and be like, no no it’s okay, ashton will look after me, it’s okay because he’s here with me. So there you are with your hands cuffed up above your head and masking tape covering your mouth 

And then Ashton sees that you’re so horny and you’re like trying to rub yourself on the bed to get any friction and he loves that you’re squirming so much so he puts his hand on your thigh momentarily and all calm like, 'I’m think I’m just gonna go get something to eat, I’ll be back in a sec,’ AND HE GOES OUT THE ROOM AND THEN SHIT GETS REAL. LIKE, YOU’RE LIKE, HOLY FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK. AND YOU START FREAKING OUT AND normally you’re okay with being completely vulnerable but only when ashton is there because you know he will take care of you and you just felt so like restricted and it was too scary without him there and you’d be freaking out and it was like double as difficult to breathe because you could only get air in and out your nostrils and by the time he came back you’d have tears running down your face and your chest would be rising and falling rapidly and you’d look like a mess 

and as soon as he saw you, he would know immediately that you were not okay and this was not part of the act and he’d rush over and tear off the tape and be saying shit really quickly like, 'fuck, fuck, baby, i’m so sorry, shit, I didn’t mean to make you upset, are you hurt? or are you just scared? fuck, I swear I didn’t intend for this,’ and he’d get you out the cuffs and you’d instantly just wrap your arms around him and turn into a blubbering mess and he’d hold you close and be like, 'i’m so fucking sorry, [y/n], I shouldn’t have tied you up, I’m sorry, and God, I’m so sorry for leaving you, baby, please, I’m so fucking stupid.’

And it would be a while until you calmed down and you’d just have to explain and be like, 'it’s not your fault, I just, I don’t know, I freak out when I’m like confined or restrained at all,’ and he’d be all hushed like, 'honey, why didn’t you say something earlier then?’ and you’d just shrug and be completely honest like, 'I was going fine until you left.' 

Poor ash would feel terrible and then you’d just cuddle for the rest of the night and he’d probably run a shower or a bath and you’d have some romantic lovey dovey sex instead for the night and he’d promise never to tie you up or leave you again and he’d make you promise that you would speak up whenever you’re even the slightest uncomfortable :) 

I wish you...

I wish you were mediocre,

dull witted,

tedious to consider.

I wish you didn’t write so well.

I wish you wrote easy hackneyed lines,

the kind that makes my mind drift mid-sentence,

makes me roll my eyes and exclaim,

“Oh brother, what senseless crap!”

I wish you were hideous to look at,

with mangy toad-spit hair

one eye,

and a mouth on the side of your face,

missing teeth.

I wish you were easy to forget,

easy to unlove,

easy to feel stupid for loving in the first place.

But above all,

above everything else,

I wish none of the above.