small as the world will make me seem

There was a time when our conversations mattered to me. I could long to talk to you for a whole day you and if you actually had texted me something it made the whole day seem worthwhile. It was just how you affected me. They meant something to me, your message. Even if you just asked how my day was. They made me happy. They made me forget everything they made me sad. You had that gift - to make me happy with the small things.

Was. That little world. Putting this happiness of mine in the past. Because something happened. You stopped texting me. You stopped acknowledging me. You stopped and I felt too weird to send you messages, after the first ten, I already sent that day. Ten messages. No answers. No questions.

One message a day became one message a week and later a message a month and then I stopped too. Except now and then I could send a text out of the blue just because but you never wrote back.

Until one day you did. Like you never stopped. Like nothing had happened. Like not a half a year had gone by. It was still easy talking, but I didn’t really care. You had taken something from me with that deafening silence of yours. You had locked me out, to suddenly open the door once more and inviting me in, in from the cold. But you see, I had found peace within. I didn’t need your warmth or your kindness. I didn’t need you anymore.
Our conversations in the night didn’t matter anymore. They don’t matter anymore. I moved on. I moved on with my life.

I’m sorry. But you fucked this up. Not me. I cared for our conversations and I cared for you. But no more. You kind of killed that feeling. Killed it with the silence. I can’t do this. That would be counterproductive.
Goodbye and have a good life. One advice though, if you don’t care to cultivate your friendship with people, don’t bother. It’s a two-way thing, you know. But, I suppose you didn’t even consider me a friend, did you now?

—  @celtic-poetry , Burned one too many times by cold shoulders
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At first glance, silly me thought the moving lights in the Pitioss Ruins were giant floating DNA strands or something, but they’re just glowing creatures. They aren’t bats though, they’re pretty small. They look more like dragonflies. Like insects. Daemon insects. Then it hit me: They may be related to the Starscourge.

The dungeon has black ooze falling from the ceiling and smeared in some places, making me think the scourge had completely infested the area, like how the scourge created the soot in the air in the World of Ruin, or the ooze on Ardyn’s demon-face. The area pointing to the scourge also made me think the glowing creatures may be pointing to the scourge as well since there are absolutely no daemon’s or enemies in the dungeon.

The insects seem to hang around light. Ardyn has a missing line that hints the meteor Titan is holding up is where the scourge came from. Maybe they were attracted to the light of the Astral Shard and picked up the scourge and spread it to humans.

Though, I do have to point out something. In English, the lore says the parasites “Mutated”. These are texts I wish I knew the original Japanese to because ‘mutated’ sounds like neither the bugs nor the parasites came with the meteor. It’s possible the bugs got near the Astral Shard and it changed the parasites in the bugs or changed the bugs thus changing the parasites. The bugs changing would explain why they look like daemons.

Whatever happened, these may be the insects that spread the scourge in ancient Eos, causing people to vanish and become daemons.

Problem with this idea: I don’t know how they could have infected people. Mosquito’s spread malaria. Also, the glowing creatures don’t attack Noctis or bother him, in fact, they scatter around him when he’s really close, but it’s possible they were only interested in his light.

Alternate explanations:
- They may be normal harmless daemons. They’re really strange creatures, though.
- They may be a type of fantasy bat and I should stop thinking about it. But why do they group up like that? DAEMON BATS.
- They help to show where you’re supposed to go. I remember seeing only five groups in a frustratingly long dungeon so I doubt this is the case.

I do believe there is some kind of connection.

Evgenia Medvedeva: Extremely Tano & Incredibly Pantomime; an attempt at translating the Averbukh masterpiece

2017 started with a bang with the US Nationals, Canadian Nationals and European Championships all happening at the same time. While we wait for the 4CC to unfold, I thought of writing down a small recap of what has happened in the skating world so far - which is, quite a lot to be honest. And I do realize I’m late with this recap while everyone else and their mothers have discussed the previously mentioned competitions to death; that is why I will try to make this short and to the point. 

First of all Tara Lipinski might give Tatiana Tarasova a run for her money because let me tell you; as a Romanian watching the NBC broadcast of US Nationals it was like watching a “is there life on Mars” documentary. She can’t seem to shut up, can she, miss Lipinski. While Johnny Weir has learned from previous mistakes and is keeping his okay-sometimes borderline offensive-observations to a minimum, Tara “when I was her age I was Olympic Champion” Lipinski likes to hear her own voice especially when she serves free, fresh gossip. I think Dave Lease should invite her on TSL sometime because nothing in this world would compare to this duo. 

As for Tatiana Tarasova, I expect her to cause significant damage inside the arena in which Maxim Kovtun will compete next time. I mean, if she was slamming the table during Euros, she might knock down the entire row of commentators next time because what’s stopping her really?

Nathan Chen was born to make history (yeah I know this joke has been used already, boo) as he landed 7 quads in a single competition, making Tara Lipinski squeal louder than Tarasova’s TRI-TRI-TRI when Evgenia Medvedeva was making a Statement™ at Russian Nationals when she jumped a 3-3-3* invalid combination. 

Speaking of Evgenia Medvedeva, her terror tribute long program broke another record at Euros and she won her second consecutive title by like, a mile ahead. Imagine a sprint competition where the rest of the runners arrive to the finish line like an hour later after the leader, and they find said leader resting on a chaise long wearing sunglasses and drinking cocktails. That’s pretty much what the ladies’ field is looking like nowadays what with the judges gifting PCS like Evgenia is winning the lottery. 

I’ve tried to understand what that long program is about, I really tried. While it has 9/11 voice-overs, the Eteri factory insists it’s not “just” about 9/11, it’s about… all the terror happening in the world. Well if that’s the case I’m going to blame Ilia Averbukh - this, this modern day Grigori Rasputin - for whatever black magic he performed last year. Because what the fuck, look at the political scene around the world right now! There’s a fucking revolution going on in my own country for God’s sake. So I watched Evgenia’s long program and I tried to translate the pantomime into human language. I really tried. I invite you to read the human language translation in captions below the cut. 

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Tarzan  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Whoa! Okay. It’s all fun and games till someone loses an eye.”
  • “Come, stop your crying. It will be alright.”  
  • “Put me down! Put me down! —- No, pick me up, pick me up, pick me up!”
  • “For one so small, you seem so strong.”
  • “Why can’t they understand the way we feel?”
  • “Put your faith in what you most believe in.”
  • “Thaaaaat’s IT! I’ve had it with you and your emotional constipation!”
  • “I know everything. Now, where have you been?”
  • “Whatever you do, I’ll do it, too. Show me everything and tell me how.”
  • “I said he could stay. That doesn’t make him my son.”
  • “Come with me now to see my world, where there’s beauty beyond your dreams.” 
  • “They just don’t trust what they can’t explain.”
  • “You may be willing to risk our safety, but I’m not.”
  • “We’re too late! I can’t believe it! If only you had asked for directions.”
  • “Close your eyes. Now forget what you see. What do you feel?”
  • “Are you sure this water’s sanitary? It looks questionable to me!”
  • “No matter where I go, you will always be my mother.”
  • “Oh, I just know there’s something bigger out there!”
  • “Ooh! The horror! It’s gruesome! Hide me!”
  • “What kind of primitive beasts are responsible for this mess?”
  • “Pull yourself together. You’re embarrassing me.”

FebYgoChallenge day 2: Runner-up character

Ryou!!

This is a day late cuz I had a friend over, but no way could I miss out on talking about my tired son!! 

He is a small, well mannered, pleasant boy who just  happens to be super into terrifying, occult things. Just that makes him way more interesting to me than most of the side characters that got way more screentime than he did. He also plays DnD, and seems to be quite the accomplished Dungeon master. Not that we see any of this in canon, because the story doesnt seem to think anyone cares. A huge missed opportunity in my book.

I mean the Memory world was a glorified Monster world game, so why wasn’t Ryou involved at all? It’s mentioned (in passing, and only in the manga) that the Ring Spirit had Ryou build the whole world, but thats it. How cool would it have been if Ryou had forced his way into the game to help save everyone like he did before in the original manga?

You deserved a better role, Ryou :( 

Everyday, it strikes me as miraculous that people find each other. They could start their journeys on opposite ends of the earth, having no idea where they’re headed, and yet still make it to each other’s arms. And yes, sometimes people slip each other by–they get lost or give up too soon. But sometimes they find each other, and it’s magnificent. Because we are so small, and the world is so big, and it seems impossible that two people could ever stumble into each other’s grasp and know that they were meant to hold on. But they do, and I swear, it’s a miracle if I ever saw one.
—  d.e.m.

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yoonseok <33- 'we were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way'

“So what you’re saying is, we, as guys who are just best friends, should go on a fake date to get your sorry ass to look like someone wanted it?”

“That’s what I’m saying.”


It sounds like the biggest fucking cliche in the world. Whichever way Yoongi looks at it, he can’t shake the feeling.

Even Hoseok seems to realize this, despite the fact that it’s only 8 AM and most days Hoseok’s brain only kicks into functioning three hours later, because he actually looks up from his single minded intensity of devouring as much cereal in as little time as possible and raises an extremely judgmental eyebrow.

“Min Yoongi,” he says, small smile playing on the edges of his lips. “Are you asking me out?”

Yoongi groans. Of course Hoseok wasn’t going to make this easy on him.

“Look, if my mom sets me up on one more blind date with some girl that talks for two hours on the GMO consumption on the planet for the sake of not looking like a loser of a son at her stupid parties, I think I’m going to run away to Busan and jump into the sea.”

Hoseok considers it for a second.

“So what you’re saying is, we, as guys who are just best friends, should go on a fake date to get your sorry ass to look like someone wanted it?”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“Sounds like a fucking cliche.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“I’ll do it.”

Yoongi lets out a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding in.

“I’ll pick you up at 6. Try not to embarrass me with those shitty hot pink pants you wear every time you see my mom.”

Hoseok snorts. “If you promise not to fall in love with me, Min Yoongi.”

Hoseok grins over his cereal and winks at Yoongi. Yoongi knows Hoseok is only half kidding.


It physically hurts to see Hoseok look this damn good. Yoongi knows this because it’s all part of the cliche; Hoseok laughing politely surrounded by a group of women who can’t take their eyes off him, sipping champagne from a tall glass, bangs done up so that his forehead shows completely, shirt sleeves folded up to his elbows neatly to escape the pressing heat of the Daegu summer.

Hoseok is attractive enough to make Yoongi reconsider his life decisions.

“There he is. Yoongi, you never told me Hoseok was your boyfriend. After all these years, I never knew him to be this charming.”

“Mom, please,” Yoongi whines, face reddening even more than it already was with the savage heat.

“I try my best, Mrs. Min,” Hoseok says, winking at her and lacing his fingers with Yoongi’s. Yoongi tries not to let the surprise show too much on his face. His heart is beating at a mile a minute as it was, but he wasn’t about to let his mother think he couldn’t even hold his boyfriend’s hand.

It’s surprising how easily she buys into it at all.

Everything is such a fucking cliche, Yoongi doesn’t know where to even look.

“Yoongi is a little rough around the edges - ”

“Hey!”

“- but you’re already used to it, Hoseok-ah. I can’t believe I didn’t notice it before. You both have been friends for years. I just never thought about how good you both would be for each other. Take care of him for me.” 

Hoseok’s smile doesn’t waver at all. He only slips his arm around Yoongi’s waist and Yoongi has to bite back a gasp and wonder about how eerily good of an actor Hoseok was turning out to be.

“Are we that good together?” Hoseok asks politely, draining the rest of his champagne.

“I’ve never seen Yoongi let anyone touch him like that in a five mile radius. And I’m his mother, that’s saying something.”

“I guess it took us a while to figure out how much we liked each other,” Hoseok says and Yoongi’s mother practically beams. Yoongi shuffles uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck.

“I think I’m out of champagne, Mrs. Min. I’ll just go fill up. Wait for me, okay?” Hoseok says, more to Yoongi than anyone else and the next moment, he leans in and touches his lips with Yoongi’s cheek before turning on his heel and disappearing into a crowd of excited women.

“He’s just precious,” Yoongi’s mother sighs happily.

“Yeah,” Yoongi mumbles, looking to the floor so that she wouldn’t notice the blush that had broken the banks of his cheek to spread to his neck.

“Just precious.”


Yoongi knows Hoseok has come even before he speaks, if only by the way Hoseok’s shoes sound on his floor.

“Oh, Hoseok. Yoongi’s upstairs. You both should really go outside on dates more, Yoongi’s always stuck in his room,” he hears his mother say.

“I’ll convince him someday,” Hoseok says courteously. Yoongi can hear the smile in Hoseok’s voice and he leans back on the headboard of his bed and sighs.

It’s been four months and Yoongi still can’t bring himself to tell his mother that he and Hoseok conveniently ‘broke up’ after that party because she kept inviting them to all her other ones after that. Hoseok was a big hit with basically anyone he came in contact with and if anything, his mother would be more upset with Yoongi than anyone else for ‘letting a guy like Hoseok go’.

That’s what he tells himself anyway, because he really can’t bring himself to break up with Hoseok either.

“Hey, Yoongi,” Hoseok says, grinning and flopping on Yoongi’s bed next to him. When they were alone, they didn’t talk about it at all. They didn’t talk about the way people couldn’t stop gushing over how ‘perfect  they were for each other’, didn’t mention the casual hand holding and sweet kisses they shared that had everyone around them swooning.

And obviously, of all the cliches Yoongi has been avoiding, he had to also fall for Hoseok along the way.

“Hey.”

“You look like hell.”

“Thanks.”

“Is there a reason you called me to come ‘right now or I will set fire to everything you love’ or did you just want to lie down and stare at the ceiling till I asked you what was wrong?”

Yoongi flinches and then sits up and looks at Hoseok straight in the eye.

“Get up,” he says more forcefully than he had wanted to and Hoseok blinks and gets up slowly till they’re both sitting cross legged facing each other.

“I swear, Jung Hoseok, if you move away now, you’ll never see me again because I might just die of embarrassment and I’ll write your name on the suicide note.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

But Yoongi has left what little voice of reason he had left fly out of the window because if he didn’t find out what the fuck the butterflies he had every time Hoseok so much as look at him sappily had to do with what he suspected, he was in deep shit.

“Here goes nothing,” he breathes, leaning in and smashing his lips against Hoseok’s.

Hoseok yelps, his whole body stiffening before he slowly loosens again and lets Yoongi’s mouth move against his in a dance of his hands in Yoongi’s hair and eyes that flutter shut and fingers that are clutching at Yoongi’s shirt to pull him closer and Yoongi knows the answer to his question before he even pulls away.

“We’re a horrible, fucked up cliche, Jung Hoseok and I hate it.” 

Hoseok giggles, resting his forehead against Yoongi’s.

“Because we pretended to date but now we pretend to not like each other for real?”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“Sounds like a cliche to me.”

“That’s what I thought.” Hoseok giggles again and Yoongi’s heartbeat picks up its pace at the very sound of it.

“I don’t think I mind playing pretend if you don’t.” Yoongi grins, pecking Hoseok’s lips.

“I don’t think I really mind either.”

Let’s talk about Shay Cormac..
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So it seems whenever I make a post about Shay Cormac, or anything in regards to Shay, people start to shit on him.

Here and now—let’s have a chat, shall we? Let’s be adults for a second and have a small chat…

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That man…that man right there is the MAIN reason I am writing for you guys and running this blog today. Without him, there would be no Blind Geisha Teahouse/AC Imagines blog by me.

I tried so hard to get into the AC world when it first debuted, but I found it incredibly hard to enjoy and sit still through in the beginning. It wasn’t until my RP partner asked me to RP as Edward Kenway that I decided to give it a try, and one of my dear friends—as he knew I was struggling to get into the AC fandom for my RP partner—gifted me AC: Rogue as the nearby GameStop was out of AC: Unity.

I played it—fell in love with Shay Cormac and the horrible struggle he had to go through when it came to following what, he perceived to be, the right path.

People constantly mangle his character, because he:

1) Is a Templar

2) Killed Arno’s father

Do you people not understand that this is a WAR that’s going on constantly in these books/ graphic novels/ games? People are going to die…decisions are going to be made that even the Assassins and or Templars don’t want to make. They are both doing what they think is right.

Shay Cormac, accidentally, murdered thousands of people, and it really screwed him up having to live with that burden. He went to the Templars, because his own mentor wouldn’t listen to him when it came to what the precursor sites were. It was the only way to save millions. Also, he goes through the WORST torment and torture compared to any other AC character as he has to kill his former comrades (childhood friend included) in order to bring peace to the people of the world and not let another horrible earthquake happen all because of the ignorance of the Colonial Assassins.

So for you to say he didn’t suffer enough and that, all because he killed Arno’s father he doesn’t deserve happiness…

How DARE you…

Shay Cormac didn’t like the decisions he had to make—he made that obvious upon each step he made—but he was thinking of the many and not the one. It could have been easy for him to throw down his blade and walk away from it all and let more death happen, but he instead started to question his own moral code as he took a blade to those around him that he once worked closely with just to save innocent people who didn’t deserve the horrible fate he brought upon Lisbon.

It is so easy to play these games and say ‘Templars are the enemy and the Assassins are the good guys’, because Ubisoft only lets you play through one spectrum of this war—you don’t ever get to see the war through the Templar’s eyes, and when you do, people assume they are making the Assassins look like heartless dicks. Well, once again, it depends on what side of the war you’re looking at it from.

Maybe it’s because I played World of Warcraft most of my life. I played as Horde religiously when I first got the game, and people automatically assume because the Horde looks ‘meaner’ and not as pretty as Alliance they are instantly the bad guys. No, they are fighting towards the same cause as the Alliance—they just have different views. I always just played a SIDE…I wasn’t on the good or bad guy side, and that’s what people are missing when it comes to the love, life, and death in Assassin’s Creed games.

Templars and Assassins…they are just sides fighting for what they think is right and doing it in the way they deem is right.

So don’t sit there and tell me that all because of an action on Shay’s part to try and put the standing back in the Templar’s favor that he doesn’t deserve a love life or some sort of happiness, because that’s downright heartless to say.

How would you feel if someone said ‘you made this horrible choice, so you don’t deserve happiness’?

Think about that next time before you desecrate his character more.

You are free to not like him for whatever reason—but the reasons I see lately are just shameful.

Excuse To Hold Your Hand | Kim Minseok

Genre Fluff

Word Count1.2k

Summary - In which Minseok decides to be a pain and challenges you to an arm wrestle.

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Y/N’s POV

I walked towards our usual practice room with my group following closely behind, ready for another few hours of dance practice for the day. As we got closer towards the door, the sound of the music booming through made me suspiciously raise my eyebrow. I looked back at the girls who shrugged and simply relied me to check and claim the dance studio for the afternoon. Great! As if I didn’t feel like I was awkward enough. Deciding to play the confident card I swung the door open and instantly groaned at the sight of the one person in the world I openly despised. Kim Minseok and his unfortunate group of eight other friends. Working at SM entertainment had helped me make some of the best friends I’ve ever had since my groups debut, but the universe obviously wanted to balance out all of my happiness by involuntarily placing him in my social circle as well.

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AU MEME: A new school year has just started, with students making the transition from high school to university/college. Senior Calum Hood notices you right away and offers his services when you get lost on your first day. Him being a senior and you being in your first year, you would think the meetings would be kept to a minimum, but no. Calum seems to be everywhere you go to the point where it is utterly strange, but only because he wants to get to know you more. It is a small world after.

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Ever since I was 14 All Time Low has meant the world to me- it’s seems cheesy to say but their music, lyrics and the band themselves helped me through the tough days and kept me brave. Dear Maria was the first song of theirs I ever heard and it always reminds me of that time in my life, and makes me so happy whenever I hear it- the lyric in particular Take a breath and let the rest come easy has always stuck in my brain- fighting off panic attacks, teaching me to let go and most of all just letting things /happen/. 2:20 is the time stamp of this lyric and now I finally have it on my skin. This means so much to me, as do the band and those lyrics ☺️ so glad I have this little reminder keeping me going

Mega Prompt Challenge

Note: Honestly this made me want to tear my hair out… but here it is! Let me know what you think! Thankyou to the anon who requested this (slight sarcasm implied :P), and my beta readers, @kaleyana and @dark-angel-deluna

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Routine was not something you had when you were a part of the Avengers. Random missions would pop up left right and centre, pulling you away from whatever you were doing and making it hard to plan things ahead, not knowing whether you’d have to be half way around the world or not. However small traditions did seem to arise within the group, such as you, Bucky and Steve always going out to your favourite diner the day before a big mission, getting some last minute time together in case things went spectacularly wrong out on the field.

That was where you were right now, squashed into a cushy booth beside Steve, as Bucky sat spread out on the seat opposite. “Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.” You grinned, pinching a few of Bucky’s fries from the red basket he had in front of him. “Hey, hands off, you should have ordered your own if you wanted some.” Bucky pouted, pulling the basket close to his chest. “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole. And give me some of your fries!” You moaned, kicking him in the shin and reaching for the basket, earning you one of Bucky’s signature death glares in return. Poking your tongue out at him, you heard Steve sigh beside you, scrubbing his hands down his face. “How did I get stuck with you two children as my best friends?” He muttered, shaking his head as you elbowed him in the side. “She’s the child.” Bucky mumbled, shoving a handful of fries into his mouth as you glared at him. “Unbelievable.” Steve huffed, shaking his head as the two of you continued to bicker. “Look, a distraction!” You exclaimed, throwing your arm across Steve’s chest and pointing towards the counter. “Not gonna work Y/N.” Bucky smiled cockily, crossing his arms across his chest. “Aww you got me there Buck, nothing gets past you.” You sighed overdramatically, pouting before darting a hand out and swiping the basket of fries. “Absolutely nothing.” You grinned, shoving some fries into your mouth. “She devil.” He mumbled, slumping down into his seat. “Bucky, what did I tell you about calling Y/N a devil?” Steve scolded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “That it’s offensive to the devil?” Bucky smirked, earning him another kick to the shin.  “I’ll always love you, you know. Even if you are a grade A jackass.” You smiled, sticking your tongue out at him as he rolled his eyes. “Guys, I didn’t come for a fight. Can you two just act your age.” Steve huffed, once again trying to hide his amusement at your bickering. It was just a usual day out with your boys.

Back at the compound, tensions were growing high. Your teammates were all cramming in some last minute training, or checking their weapons and suits. You, however, were holed up in your room in your comfiest pyjamas, surrounded by fluffy blankets and pillows. Most of your friends wanted to be as prepared as possible for what was to come, but you were under the belief that if this was your last night on earth then you wanted to be as comfy as possible. Talking about being as comfy as possible, a metallic knock against the door had your smile widening. “Come on in Assface.” You called out, hearing a groan from the other side of the door as it swung open. “You know you should really be nicer to your bestfriend.” Bucky smirked as he walked in, closing the door behind him. “Yeah, but who says you’re my bestfriend?” You countered, wiggling your eyebrows at Bucky’s faux shocked expression. “And to think… I loved you.” Bucky sighed, hand clutched over his heart as he took a seat next to you in your pile of bedding. Scoffing, you just shoved him in the side before clicking play on the DVD you had set up. “Don’t touch me… You have wounded me with your mean mean words.” He whimpered, causing you to roll your eyes at his overdramatic behaviour. Despite his words, he put up no fuss when you curled up against his side and leant your head on his shoulder. “You worried about tomorrow?” Bucky whispered as the film played in the background. Sighing, you fisted your hands in his t-shirt, “A little bit…” You murmured, turning to face him, “I’d much rather be fighting bad guys made of marshmallow than those HYDRA goons.” You pouted, feeling the chuckle rather than hearing it. “I can arrange that.” Bucky whispered, hand rubbing comforting circles on your back. “Thanks Buck, but I think I’ll be okay.” You smiled, knowing that no matter what you’d have your friends beside you.

“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you were doing wasn’t fair.” You insisted, alaughing as Bucky nudged you in the side. “For the last time, I won fair and square! Just because you suck at Mario kart!” Bucky laughed, walking down the tarmac with you towards the quinjet. Letting out a high pitched scoff, you swatted him on the arm as he burst out laughing. “Use your words.” He chuckled, as you stalked off ahead, tapping Steve on the arm as you entered the quinjet. “Hey doll.” Steve greeted, looking up from his tablet just as Bucky boarded and you landed a punch to his arm. “Ow! You know she’s getting meaner every day!” Bucky winced, rubbing at the spot you’d just punched. “I don’t know where she gets it from.” Steve said with an eyeroll and a shake of his head. “Where were you two anyway?” Steve asked, side eyeing the two of you as you continued to shove each other back and forth. “Genius over here thought he knew a short cut and ended up getting us lost.” You huffed, sticking your tongue out in Bucky’s direction. “Okay… we take off in 10, check your weapons.” Steve murmured, eyes trained on the pad in front of him with a slight furrow in his brow. “Yes sir, Captain sir.” You barked, throwing a mock salute as Steve rolled his eyes and the rest of your team began boarding the jet.

Ducking behind a building, you bent over yourself as you caught your breath. “Guys, this isn’t working, we need another plan and fast.” Natasha’s voice crackled over the comms, her laboured breathing showing just how run off your feet you all were. “How about if we-“ “NO!” You all shouted as Clint started to suggest one of his hair brained schemes. “The last time we listened to you we all ended up covered in sewage, I’d really rather not stink like shit again.” You huffed, pulling your arm back with a knife at the ready as you heard footsteps approaching. “Woah woah woah!” Bucky exclaimed, blocking your knife swing as he rounded the corner. “Jeez Barnes, I coulda stabbed you.” You sighed, sheathing your knife back in your suit. “Please.” Bucky scoffed, leaning back against the wall and checking his ammo. You two always did make good partners, so it was probably best that you stuck together.

Everything was finally starting to go right for you guys. You and Bucky had taken out your fair share of agents from your spot. Natasha, Steve and Clint had managed to breach the building and were currently clearing it out. And Sam and Tony were taking out the perimeter, making way for the SHIELD agents to come in and take control over the HYDRA resources. “Right, building clear, how’s the perimeter looking?” Steve’s voice crackled in your ear, just as you’d jumped down from the shoulders of the last goon that had tried to ambush you up top. “Perimeters clear, should I tell the cavalry to roll in?” Sam’s voice joked, gliding around the building. “Quit showing off Wilson!” Bucky laughed, head tilted up towards the sky as Sam did a fly by. Just as Bucky was distracted shouting obscenities into the sky at a cackling Sam, you heard the light footsteps heading towards you both from Bucky’s side. Ducking out from behind Bucky, you quickly situated yourself between him and the new threat. Intending to take them out with a swift quick, you heard the bang of a gun before you could even take a step towards them. Doubling over in pain, you heard another shot and the sound of the goon’s body hitting the floor. “Y/N, Doll?” Bucky’s voice said frantically, sounding far away as you clutched your hip. “Ow…” You murmured, feeling your legs give out beneath you as Bucky scooped you up. “What the hell were you thinking!” Bucky exclaimed, arms wrapped around your body. “I was trying to protect you.” You mumbled, hissing as you put pressure on the wound. “You’re an idiot do you know that? Take my hand.” Bucky sighed, one hand running through his hair anxiously, as the other gripped your smaller hand in his, “You could have been killed! Do you know how much we all love you… how much I love you?” He babbled, hands tightening around as he spoke. “Stop talking about love for a minute and help me with this bullet wound.” You groaned, pinching his arm to get him to let go. “Oh… right… yeah.” Bucky murmured, quickly ripping off the one arm to his suit and tying it around the wound. “Dork.” You whispered, as he hoisted you into his arms and headed back towards the jet. “Guys, we’re gonna need medical on hand as soon as we get back!” Bucky murmured into the comms, causing panic to spread throughout the group as they got no more details from him. “You have pretty hands.” You mumbled, fingers tapping his hand that was wrapped around you. Closing your eyes, you let the sway of Bucky’s walk lull you into a restless sleep.

“Here’s our resident daredevil!” Tony greeted as you entered the traditional ‘we kicked some serious butt’ party, wearing a loose fitting dress that hit just above your knees. After being rushed to the medical facility upon your arrival back at the compound, you’d had the bullet removed and the wound stitched up. You were as good as new, yet Bucky had been loitering by your side ever since, you’d only managed to get rid of him by getting Steve to drag him away to get ready for the party. “I’m hardly a daredevil Tony. Are you drunk?” You laughed, rolling your eyes at the billionaire. Y/N!” Bucky’s voice suddenly called, making you shake your head at his puppy like nature at the moment. “Hey Buck.” You greeted, wrapping your arm around his waist as he draped his arm over your shoulder. “How you feelin’? In any pain?” He murmured, concern lacing his voice. “You’re so cute. I’m fine Buck. Promise.” You smiled, narrowing your eyes at Tony as he fake gagged. Just as the two of slid into bar stools, your faviroute song began playing. “I know this song.” You smiled, beginning to sway slightly. “I wanna dance.” You pouted, seeing that none of your friends were on the dancefloor. “You can dance with me… if you want!” Bucky murmured, hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he looked at the floor. Smiling, you linked your fingers with his and dragged him into the crowd. Swaying together, you wrapped your arms around his neck and breathed in the smell of his cologne. “Hey Y/N?” He murmured, hands gripping at your waist, fingers brushing lightly over your stitches. “Yeah Buck?” You smiled, looking up to see his grey eyes filled with affection. “I uh… thankyou, for protecting me.” He smiled sheepishly, letting out a breath as you giggled. “Anytime Sarge.” You hummed, resting your head against his chest. “Sing to me.” He whispered against your hair, making you giggle before you began to sing softly along with the music.

Hours later, after the party had long since finished and everyone was asleep, a knock at your door forced you out of the blanket cocoon you had immersed yourself in. Trudging over to the door, you cracked it open to a fidgety looking Bucky. “Hey Buck, what’s up?” You yawned, sleep still heavy in your voice. “I was having a nightmare.” He murmured, hands fiddling with the sleeves of his long shirt. “Come on in.” You smiled sadly, taking his hand and sitting down next to him on the bed. “Do you wanna talk about?” You whispered, rubbing a hand soothingly up and down his back. “Not particularly.” He muttered, laying his forehead against your shoulder as you wrapped him up in your arms. “Why do you even care?” He whispered against your skin, the feeling of his lips brushing against your shoulder giving you goosebumps. “Because you’re my best friend, and the bravest, strongest person I know. Also you’re kinda hot which helps.” You smiled as he chuckled. Looking up from under his eyelashes, his fingers reached up to brush against your cheek. “Buck?” You murmured, noses brushing together as he leaned in. Closing the final bit of distance, your lips met in a sweet kiss. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” He murmured against your lips, his hand sliding to the back of your head to pull you in for another kiss. “SO… you think I’m hot?” He joked, causing you to shove him in the side before brushing your lips against his with a smile. “Mhhmm.” You giggled, knowing that it was a start to a whole new stage of your relationship.

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anonymous asked:

I've stumbled on your blog (and a few others) pretty randomly, and I really relate to your way of thinking. But I can't shake this feeling of it being wrong. I mean, I'd probably be attacked (by my own family, even) if I told someone I'm only open to other European partners, because I want to preserve my heritage. It's not like I hate other races, but thinking like this makes me hate myself. How were you able to get over that kind of self hate? Is there any possibility that we're the wrong ones?

Preserving your heritage is important. The general world view seems to be mixing is great but only if white, Preserve your heritage and culture if brown. I think every group of people should strive to save their race, heritage and traditions. Europeans need to wake up before it’s to late.
I am fortunate my family although small shares my views. I do not speak of such things at work or publicly unless in a joking almost trolling way because I would be fired. They fire people for non PC Facebook posts so I must be careful. Providing for my family comes first. I hope one day I can express my beliefs with out worry of oppression.

concept

i’m on the fire escape of my manhattan apartment, looking down at the city. it’s nighttime but the city is (as always) glowing and i think of all the lives i’ll never know anything about. my girlfriend comes out onto the fire escape and hands me a joint that we pass back and forth. for a while, neither of us talk, taking comfort in the silence and each other and how small the city makes us feel. she puts her hand on mine. and she’s so beautiful, the way everything about her seems to glow in the city lights, her soft smile as she gets lost in the world around her. in that moment, it becomes so clear to me that i love her that i’m angry i’ll never be able to tell everyone in new york. 

i wake up the next morning in our bed with her legs tangled in mine. she’s still asleep, smelling kind of like smoke and new york and something purely her. carefully, as to not wake her, i sneak into the kitchen and start making breakfast. she comes up behind me, puts her arms around my waist and kisses me on the cheek, says good morning in a sleep-dampened voice. our kisses are lazy and sweet. we have nowhere to go or to be. it’s just her and me and all of new york city, and everything is okay.

The thought of her makes me go wild, the moment she said she liked me I was beyond happy. I never knew a girl like me could find such a miracle in such a cruel world. Her sweet gentle words made me melt into her, falling for her more every day after.

The next step she boldly took was asking me to be her girlfriend. This made me absolutely happy, her doubtful mind though I would say no which would never ever happen because I was already falling so hard for her. A simple Hi made me drop everything for her, that one word would make me the happiness girl in the world.

Her problems and doubts never occur to me, she’s beautiful the way she is. The little insecurities she has always seem so small to me. The shyness when we finally Skyped each either was too adorable to me. Her little accent sticking out, irresistible to me. Her constant stuttering made it even cuter.

The way she cares for me makes me feel undeserved of you.The late night conservations and her constant worrying of me not getting enough sleep. The sweet good nights are the only thing I wake up for.

The gifts you give me always seem so much to me, the effort you put in them makes them so much better.

Sometimes it’s hard for me because we’re
so far away but I know in the end it’ll be worth it. I don’t think I can ask for a better girlfriend.

Happy Anniversary babe, I love you. 😘

anonymous asked:

but bruh! you are here for a good time and you are being so attacked right now. and you do make a difference in ppl lives. not a big conscious one mind you but you're like that house at the end of the street with a garden full of flowers. It is a small thing, a delicate subtle difference that only seems to apply in hindsight, once you take a step back and look at the grand scheme of things. you are a small respite of the drama and stress of life, and that my dear friend is a grand thing kthnxbye

sweet anon, you made me smile and laugh and say “awwww!” out loud as i was reading your message and i just really appreciate you taking the time to send it!!! i’m gonna save this one to read if i’m ever feeling particularly insignificant in this vast universe of ours. you are so sweet and i hope you are having a wonderful day because you really, really deserve it. thank you so much :’) <3

Ice crystals & Wildfires

So yeah this is my first one, hope you enjoy it and if you do, please tell me! I would love feedback. And I do take requests on short stories with character names, just ask and I’ll do my best!

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The frost lay like a blanket over the world outside the window, the big oak, white from the ice crystals stood taller than everything else around, making everything seem small.

The sun was on its way down over the frozen landscape and the tree sparkled like a million diamonds when the sun hit it at an angle. 

He sighed, pulled his fingers through his dark hair, and pulled down the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands. It was cold, and the window had poor isolation and there was a draft coming from under it.

He looked around and found a blanket on a shelf, he rolled it up and tried to stop the cold from getting in by pressing it underneath the window.

Sadly, with no success..The cold still lingered in the room and he shuddered.

The love of his life was laying in the bed across the room; they had moved it away from the window because it was so cold.

But she was still cold, and no blanket or hot beverage could change that.

She moaned in her sleep, rolling over to her side trying to make herself as small as possible to get away from the cold.

The beeping from the machines beside the bed was so annoying at first, neither of them could sleep. But now it’s just a background noise,that has to be there for everything to be okay.

He looked at you with care and pain in his dark eyes. He walked over to the shelf where he got the blanket, to get another one for you, the woman who fills his heart with so much love.

He almost tripped over the power cords that slithered over the floor like snakes, and he looked at her with an anxious flutter in his eyes, afraid to wake you now that your finally asleep. But you were still sleeping, with your knees to your chest. He let out a relieved sigh, and carefully put the blanket over you. He sat down on the bed with one hand on your thigh, thinking of how you two first got here.

You woke at his touch, the man who makes you feel like you’re strong enough to keep fighting. And his gentle eyes makes you feel like you’re recovering, just a bit, even though they said that it will never happen. You looked at him and said with shaky voice

“Hey, love”

He gave you a strained smile, pulling away an imaginary lock of hair from your forehead.

He looked at you, the love of his life and whispered

“Why are you up baby, you should sleep and get stronger” He smiled with tears filling his eyes.

“I didn’t.. mean to wake you up” he said “I just… I just wanted to be near you for a while”

You laughed, and it instantly transformed into a wheezing cough and you gasped for air. He gave you the glass of water standing on the table beside the bed, and held you bald head to help you sit up while you took small sips. The water was cold when he first got it for you, but now its warm and couldn’t be all that nice to drink. But at least you drank, that’s what mattered.

When you were done you leaned back in the bed, breathing out with a sigh. You looked at him with bloodshot eyes and asked him with a weak, trembling voice

“Could.. you sleep with me for a while? You’re so warm and I miss you so much..”

He kissed you on the forehead and said

“You know I’m not allowed to, they said that I could make things worse”

You closed your eyes to stop the tears from falling, there wasn’t much more they could do, you knew that. They had tried everything, they had even tried some combinations that weren’t even legal, and it wasn’t getting any better, it was getting worse.

You looked at him

“You know that it can’t get much worse than it already is, it wouldn’t make any difference, not a visible one anyway. You know that what we don’t want to happen is going to happen, soon. So please… can I sleep with you.. Just one last time?”

He was silent for a moment, he cried, his stomach hurt so bad when he thought of what was going to happen, it felt like someone took a grip of his inside and turned everything inside out. He didn’t want to make it worse, but like you said, it’s going to get worse either way.

He took a deep breath and looked at you, you were crying as well. For every tear that rolled down your face, it was like a knife twisting in his chest, so he quickly wiped away your tears and whispered

“It’s okay, I’m here, sch.. I’ll sleep with you, okay? Please don’t cry”

You looked at him and nodded, You loved him so much. You couldn’t for the life of her figure out why he was still with you, when everything got worse by the day.

“Scoot over a bit so that I can fit” he said, gently helping you move to the side.

When you both were in the bed he held you tight, whispering how much he loved you over and over until you fell asleep to the sound of your breathing, and the beeping of the machine.

Until the beeping stopped.

You slept together that night, not knowing it was the last.

The man, desperately needing the love of his life, decided to leave with you, and never be without you ever again.

When two people love each other, they have a spark, a small flame in their heart, burning for the other person. But what you and the man had was a roaring wildfire burning into your very soul, impossible to put out.

This wildfire still burns to this day, as bright and clears as then. But it’s not burning in this world…

If we could sniff or swallow something that would, for five or six hours each day, abolish our solitude as individuals, atone us with our fellows in a glowing exaltation of affection and make life in all its aspects seem not only worth living, but divinely beautiful and significant, and if this heavenly, world-transfiguring drug were of such a kind that we could wake up next morning with a clear head and an undamaged constitution — then, it seems to me, all our problems (and not merely the one small problem of discovering a novel pleasure) would be wholly solved and earth would become paradise.
—  Aldous Huxley