something to get me through the day

Tears Always Wins (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,515

Warnings: ANGST!!! and maybe one or two cuss words

A/N: This one shot was inspired by the beautiful and extremely talented Alicia Keys’s song ‘Tears Always Win’. Music literally inspires everything I write, it’s amazing what it can do. As always I hope ya’ll enjoy this one and let me know what you think (:

Originally posted by dailyteamcap


You can get through the day easily but it’s when you get home is where the true challenge lies. You’ve prided yourself on being able to keep it together for as long as you have but it’s when something as trivial as the pillows that sit atop of your bed that cause you to spiral down into a emotional breakdown.

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anonymous asked:

I first got into kpop about 5 years ago (sf&s Era I believe) and at first I think I was a little intimidated by suju (so may members lol) but some how I just managed to slowly get to know them and something just clicked and I fell in love. I wasn't around when they were having their hardest times, but knowing that they've pulled through some really rough times makes me so proud and love them even more. *prays for the day super show comes here and I can see them*

They’re truly inspirational, aren’t they? :) They are living proof that dreams do come true and that no matter how many people put you down, you have to believe in YOURSELF first to make your dreams a reality. 

An honest question...

Do you prefer to read one shots/drabbles or multichapter fics?

I feel my multichapter stories gets fewer notes with each new part and it made me question…

Is it because the stories gets to long with all the parts?

Don’t I update them frequently enough?

Or is it my writing that’s gotten boring?

Sorry, it’s just something that’s been going through my mind all day…

anonymous asked:

GREY, SCARLET, MAUVE, BLUSH, INDIGO, FUCHSIA, HONEYDEW, LAVENDER, UMBER, SAFFRON, FALLOW, PLUM, VIRIDIAN, BURGUNDY (my name is Starryiplier I just can't ask from that account because it's not my main)

•GREY = I wish you would notice me.
•SCARLET = You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something.
•MAUVE = You are really talented
•BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better.
•INDIGO = I’ve been following you for a long time
•FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold
•HONEYDEW = I want to call you by a nickname
•LAVENDER = You inspire me
•UMBER = I want to know more about you
•SAFFRON = I love your ideas
•FALLOW = I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you
•PLUM = I’d like to chat with you
•TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic
•VIRIDIAN = I wanna hang out on your blog
•BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you


Send me a message if you want, I’d love to talk with you! And thank you sweetie :D

public school lunch aesthetic

-random applause that eventually encompasses the entire cafeteria
-skipping classes to go to your friend’s lunch periods
-”come with me i dont wanna go alone”
-not knowing who you’re singing happy birthday for
-“hey if i pay you will you go through the line and get me something”
-knowing your id number so you can actually eat
-only wearing your id during lunch period
-that ONE security guard
-”what’s even for lunch today”
-HOLY FUCK IT’S CHICKEN NUGGET DAY
-those girls who chill in the bathroom doing their makeup
-fights = dinner AND a show
-”hey what lunch do you have this year” “b” “damn i’m in c”

i live on countdown. thirty-three days until i am done with this. twenty-something until christmas, until new years. only three days of work before a day of rest. just eight more classes until i graduate. just one more year until i’m out of here. just. just. just this moment itself kind of feels like i’m both wasting it and wasting in it. like it’s killing me to be here and live through it but i know when i look back it will seem like it passed in an instant. already i’m worrying that i’m missing the best of things. already i’m worrying that it doesn’t get better on the other side of this. that i reach the end of the countdown just for another one to begin. like i don’t know how to survive without a clock telling me there’s ten days before he goes away again or there’s six years before i have to buy a house or there’s only so much time left before my youth runs out. how do you plan for the future and also live in the moment. how do you keep your childhood joy and also obsess about what happens two years from now. 

i just want off the ledge. i want to be someone who doesn’t care what happens next. i want to be someplace that whatever happens, happens. that i’m not worried about the end.

my future child: tell me a story 

me: i walked through the door with you, the air was cold, but something ‘bout it felt like home somehow and I left my scarf there at your sister’s house and you’ve still got it in your drawer even now. Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze. We’re singing in the car, getting lost Upstate. Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these days and I know it’s long gone, and that magic’s not here no more, and I might be okay, but I’m not fine at all. cause there we are again on that little town street you almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over at me, wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well. photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red. you used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin sized bed, and your mother’s telling stories about you on a tee ball team, you taught me 'bout your past, thinking your future was me and I know it’s long gone and there was nothing else I could do and I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to…cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light down the stairs, i was there, i remember it all too well, yeah. well, maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much, but maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well. hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest, i’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here cause I remember it all, all, all… too well. time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it, i’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it, after plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own, now you mail back my things and I walk home alone…but you keep my old scarf from that very first week cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me, you can’t get rid of it 'cause you remember it all too well, yeah. 'cause there we are again, when I loved you so back before you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known it was rare, I was there, i remember it all too well, wind in my hair, you were there, you remember it all, down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all, it was rare, I was there, i remember it all too well

“how is she? i mean, is she happy now?” he asks her.
“no, she’s not happy. is that what you want to hear?” she replies annoyed.
“of course not-” he tries to say but she cuts him off.
“after you, she was heartbroken. she called me that day, drunk, and you know what she told me? she said that she can’t take it anymore, the heartbreak, the pain. i thought she would do something irrational, but she told me not to worry. the next day, it seemed as though nothing had happened. she grew thicker skin. see after everything you put her through, she grew stronger. but what i didn’t comprehend at the time was the fact that she not only closed herself off to getting hurt, but she also closed herself off to getting happy, to being happy. that smile that you fell in love with, it’s gone now. i didn’t notice it at first because i was so proud of her for being so strong, but this isn’t strength anymore. she has closed herself off to any form of happiness after you. i hope you’re happy that you practically killed my best friend,” she finishes.
The “I Can Do This!” Motivation bottle.

I made this little bottle for my wife at work, but I’ve decided to post it because I know finals are coming up and I think this could be helpful for those of you who are juggling your finals with the rest of your life! 

All of these things came from my kitchen spice cabinets, so nothing too crazy or difficult to find here!

I made this as something that embodied what is needed to get through the tough days. It isn’t a good luck charm, just something to bring out the best thing already in you.

Each layer is for a different piece of what makes up a good, productive day in my opinion, so here we go!


  • Sea salt - for protection
  • Cinnamon - for success & wisdom
  • Sage - for peace
  • Caraway seeds - for mental power
  • Basil - for confidence
  • Rosemary - for mental clarity
  • Red Pepper flakes - for energy


I find that saying my intent out loud really helps me to know that it is there, the more I say something out loud, the more I feel like it is true and real, so I focus on saying my intent for each layer out loud, over and over until I really do feel it there. I also find that saying these things out loud, and being sure of them, helps you to realize that there really IS power in your words. You have power to speak these words and really bring life to them because you are stating, whole-heartedly that this rosemary is going to bring mental clarity to your day. Don’t be afraid to spend as much time as you need to on each layer to feel like your intent is there. This helps me, personally. 

Once you’re filled up, put the cork back in, tightly. I would recommend packing these layers in tightly also, so if you care them around in your pocket, they don’t all mix together if you don’t want them to.

After, I sealed my bottle with wax (mine was vanilla scented because it is my wife’s favorite scent and it’s something that really makes her happy) - (also I will make a little post about how I seal up little bottles with wax later on!) and sat with it for quite a while, really focusing the intent into the whole bottle, and what you want for it as a whole. Like before, I sat repeating out loud until I really felt it and believed it with the knowing that my words have power!


I hope this was helpful! 

PSA

As a writer in the fanfiction community, there is something that has been bothering me for a while now and I think it’s time I finally address it. Often, I hold back my opinions and thoughts on the internet because I want to be that blog that people can come to when they’re having a hard day just to smile. But lately, I’ve been so tired. 
Writing has been something that I’ve been doing since I was little. It’s been something that I can do to wind down, something that takes my mind off of the pressures of life and to just create a world where everything can be good and pure. Often I even like to base my own stories around my experiences, just to get my midnight thoughts out. I love sharing them with you guys. The feedback is something that gets me through the day and something that makes me feel like I can get through anything. 
But. Lately, there has been something on my mind as some of you may have seen the past few days when I uploaded my most recent fic. It’s not something that would typically bother me at all, but this time, it’s been overwhelming with the amount of feedback I’ve gotten, and while it’s all been good feedback, it’s not been necessarily positive. Instead of streams of messages saying how much people liked my fic, I’ve gotten an overwhelming amount of people demanding me for a sequel. Sometimes people have completely skipped over the whole ‘wow i liked this thing you did a great write’ and went straight to ‘if you dont make a sequel i will seriously delete my account’. While I appreciate the intent of the message, it doesn’t make me feel very good. It makes me feel even worse when I’ve had to put a message in the author’s note of the fic not to pressure me for a sequel, as well as make many posts about the same topic, and people completely disregard it. And not because they haven’t seen my messages either. 
My fics for the phandom are gifts for everyone. I don’t get paid to write, no matter how much I wish I did. I have a life outside of the phandom. I attend full time at a university where I put all of my time and effort into writing research papers that are up to 20 pages long, while working full time as a waitress at a restaurant just to pay off my ridiculously expensive tuition. Things are stressful. Life is stressful. And writing is usually a way that I can escape all of that. 
This is why I’m so upset about it, I guess. Because when I write, I try to escape all of the pressures of life. And while I understand completely that posting on the internet will come along with bad things, I also don’t really think that justifies pressuring authors for more content when they are just trying to write things that they enjoy. 
My dearest friend @insanityplaysfics has written a post like this, which you can find here. Ever since she posted that, she’s been getting hate telling her she’s a bad writer and nobody would care if she deleted. This is unacceptable and makes me ashamed to be a part of this community that can be so full of hate towards people who are trying to escape life by doing something they love.
Appreciate writers. Appreciate artists. Appreciate everybody who gives the community content without ever asking for anything in return. Without them, there would be no fandoms. 
I guess in the end what I’m trying to say is just to please spread positivity to everybody who gives you the fanfic that you read. Pressuring fic writers or artists to write something that they don’t necessarily want to write is not the way to go and is actually extremely toxic. It makes wonderful people delete their blogs and makes their safe place not so safe anymore. We have lives and jobs and school and writing/making art is so very hard.
I’m half asleep because it’s two in the morning but I hope this didn’t come out in the wrong way. I love you all. I’m just very tired.

  • *at the office*
  • Virgo: Who drank all the coffee and didn't make more?
  • Aquarius: What are you the coffee police or something?
  • Virgo: Just an earth sign trying to find efficiency in this chaotic world-
  • Sagittarius: Damn Aqua, why did you set him off so early!?!?!
  • Aquarius: *shrugs*
  • Virgo: -and all I ask is to have some brewed caffeine to get me through the day, so please just make some more if you finish the pot
  • Aquarius: Yes sir, understood sir! *salutes*
  • Virgo: I know you're being pretentious but I'm going to take it *walks off*
  • Aquarius: *looks at Sagittarius* 3 - 2 - and - 1 -
  • Virgo: who the fuCK USED THE LAST PIECE OF PAPER IN THE PRINTER AND DIDN'T REFILL IT!?!?!
  • Aquarius: how would we entertain ourselves without that guy, gotta love him

one day i’m going to find someone who loves my insides and loves my outsides. who kisses me on the forehead before we go to bed. we’ll be a unit and we’ll be happy. we’ll get through whatever we need to get through because at the end of the day, i will love them and they will love me. it will be unconditional love and that’s something to really look forward to

Ten Years (Part 11)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,876

Warnings: language, fluff, confrontation

A/N: Tags are closed. I originally had something completely different written, but it no longer felt like it fit with the narrative here, so I rewrote it. I accidentally increased the amount of parts needed for this story, too. I don’t really know how I feel about it, but I feel like it was necessary. Please don’t hate me, haha. BTW - Thank you so much for the sweet messages, they are simultaneously slaying me and getting me through the day.

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 -

Originally posted by theimpossibleg1rl

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Garden Girl’s gone now.

I spent the day helping her pack, only for her to lose her keys moments before she had to leave. They were locked inside her car and it took forever to get through to AAA. I felt a strange surge of guilt - the kind you get when something happens that isn’t your fault, but you still feel a little responsible because on some level you wanted it to happen. I knew I hadn’t touched them, but some small part of me doubted… a wickeder, crueler version of myself might have hidden them just to snatch a few more hours of her time. This was a cloying, yellowish thought that intensified as time dragged on. I had the absurd fear that if I reached into my pocket, I would find them, under the Altoids and the band-aides and the binoculars.

That wasn’t the case. She found them eventually, under a pile of dresses in the back seat. We both breathed a sigh of relief, but my heart fell. She was more than ready to go.

She hugged me. “You’d better come visit me,” she said.

“Can I tell you something before you go? I meant to tell you all summer but it never never seemed like the right moment.”

“No,” she said, immediately.

“It’s not what you’re thinking,” I said. “I promise. It’d be easier to show you. Here.”

“Your wallet?” she looked at me quizzically.

“Yeah, um. Look inside.”

“Your ID? What am I supposed… oh. OH. Oh my god, what the fuck, why didn’t you tell me?”

“It never felt like the right time,” I said. “And I’ve told you now, so. Better late than never.”

We laughed. She swore at me in exasperation. She hugged me again, promised to keep calling me by the name she knows me by, and said her final goodbye. I watched her tail lights disappear in the thickening rain, and grinned.

and its not that I miss YOU in particular. Its just that I miss having someone always there. and you were always here, you were here to reply to my texts, and you were there to call whenever something exciting happened.
You were just here. and now your not, and I don’t just miss you as a person, I just miss having someone that I could talk to all the time.
I miss having someone that wanted to listen and that was here when I just needed to hear some nice words to get me through the day.  
and although you weren’t all that great, at least you were here. at least you picked up when I called. 
Now I just feel so alone. I don’t have anyone to talk to and I don’t have anyone to tell good news to. I always almost call you out of habit but I have to constantly remind myself that your not my person anymore. 
That you don’t care about the $20 I found today, and that you don’t care if I’m having a bad night.
and I don’t know if I want you back, I just know I want someone to listen to me and be there for me because going through life alone is too damn hard sometimes.
and I’m having one of those nights where I really need you, but you’re not here… no one is. 

I just don’t want to live alone.

—  late night thoughts
Viktor's theme for season 2 *please please please*

-At the anouncement of the skaters theme for the season-

Viktor on live TV wearing a gorgeous looking suit: *walks up to podium– blushing and holds his board against him so no one can see it*
Viktor: *blushes on his ears*

Cameras flash

Yuri in line a few skaters behind him.. tapping his foot: waits impatiently to hear viktor’s theme.. (he couldn’t get viktor to tell him beforehand.)

Viktor grabs the microphone: “This season my theme is something very important… pure and perfect. It’s something that inspires me every moment of every day… I hope through my skating I can portray the feelings I have in my heart.. I hope my feelings reach you” *smiles glamorously*

Viktor: *sets board down facing the crowd and walks away blushing slightly on his cheeks, makes slight eye contact with Yuri and walks off the stage*


The board just says “Yuri”.

Tarot Readings

Hey Guys. So I’m currently going through some financial issues, and as a result I’m going to start giving 3 card tarot readings for $5 to help get me through some bills and help build up my savings a bit. I’ll be doing 10 at a time, though if I do get that many it will take up to 7 days due to my work and school schedule. The readings will be done in write up form, through email or private message via tumblr, and payment through my paypal.me account, which I will put the link to in my bio at the top of my blog.  

If you’re interested in getting a reading, please private message me so we can discuss, I’m open to reading for specific questions or just general readings as well, and of course if theres something in the reading that I don’t explain or that you don’t fully understand I will try to go more in depth. Please note that these are a lot more personal and specific than my free one card draws, so any request sent through anon will be ignored.  

Donations and tips would also be greatly appreciated. Please PLEASE help me out and spread the word by reblogged this post, tagging it would be even better  

Thank you all So much!!

Originally posted by jessiesketches

Every time I pay a medical bill I get put on some kind of list that leads to me getting called multiple times a day by people trying to sell me health insurance. Sometimes it’s up around 12 or 15 times a day. Sometimes the calls are so frequent, as soon as I hang up another one starts.

I can’t ignore all of them, because it’s always possible something could be an actual important call I need to answer with a number I don’t recognize, but if I hear the same sales pitch start I’m just like “If you’re trying to sell me health insurance, I’m not interested, I’m insured through my job, thanks.”

So this one (very normal sounding) guy starts reading from the script, I recognize it and politely turn him down, he makes this sound like “WAUGH!” and hangs up.

Like… Sorry I didn’t want your health coverage, Wario?

Got a hardcore case of the morbs this morning, and I spent a fair few minutes staring out the window, watching trees being shaken in the storm that’s currently soaking Los Angeles, feeling very low. Then I watched a tiny, drenched hummingbird wrestle through the wind to get to our feeder. He kept getting knocked back, but he got there and got some breakfast anyway. I kind of assumed hummingbirds would take the day off and huddle up in this weather, but I guess not.

I know, it’s a cheesy metaphor, but it happened, and I probably needed something exactly that obvious to get me to go sit down and get to goddamn work. Because if hummingbird isn’t taking a day off when the world is going to shit, neither am I, I guess.