sorry i just had to go on a rant there

I find it laughable that she claims to care about Aaron. She goes to his drunk husband, listens to his clearly emotional tirade, and then proceeds to take off her coat and hang around. In no way did she actively turn him down, or do one better and actually walk away, when as the sober party she had the responsibility to do so. Let’s not even get into the numerous times she threw herself at him despite Robert turning her down. How is that caring about Aaron exactly? She has never shown any respect for their relationship. I feel no sympathy for her or the situation she is in. I would have much preferred her getting on a flight to Ibiza and never coming back. At least then I could have never had to listen to her preach to Aaron about what he should do in HIS relationship. 

Hearing People & Sign Language

I just saw a post on my dash about how hearing people shouldn’t learn sign language, that it’s “”“”“"ableist”“”“”“ or "culturally appropriative” and i’m sososoooo angry

As someone who was born deaf, I’d just like to say that without “"hearing people”“ knowing sign language, I would’ve had absolutely no way to communicate with my family other than through written language. I would’ve been completely unable to make friends in school because I wouldn’t have had a way to communicate with a single one of my peers. I would not have LEARNED anything in school if it weren’t for the interpreter who COULD HEAR.
I could go on, but I was fortunate enough to have access to specialists and surgeons who were able to operate on me and correct my hearing at a young age, so I can hear now.
But honestly, I want people to think about how isolating it can be when you’re in a room with people who all speak a language you know how to read and write, but you can’t communicate with any of them because you can’t understand spoken word, and they can’t sign.
If you think that learning sign language as someone who hears is somehow damaging, re-evaluate where you’re coming from. I would have loved nothing more than for all of the hearing people in my life who didn’t know sign language to know sign language so that I could have communicated with them, and not been limited to a select few people with whom I could sign.

Learn sign language, we’ll always be grateful.


all of u out here with ‘yeah bts did well but let’s not forget that without tvxq, big bang, etc etc they wouldn’t be here’

guess what?????? no one’s forgetting them. we all know that the reason any of the groups now are known outside of korea is because shinhwa, h.o.t, sj, tvxq, big bang, wonder girls and psy invented the hallyu wave, as it’s called. bts (and other groups) grew up with these idols as their inspiration, so yes, we can’t forget them. no one’s forgetting that super junior went big in china, or that tvxq went big in japan and that’s how the newer groups have it easier in these markets. 


let’s be real. what bts has achieved is something no group has done before. please stop trying to take credit for what they have done just because you think your group or fandom is superior. fact: everyone thinks their fandom is the best. bts’ marketing strategy to have an active twt account and youtube channel since before debut is one thing that worked out extremely well for them. couple that with other things such as writing socially-aware lyrics, producing and composing their own songs, having kick-ass choreographies and showing off their dorky sides on social media, you can’t say that they didn’t deserve to go to the bbmas just because your faves couldn’t. 

bts broke boundaries that weren’t broken before, just like YOUR FAVES broke boundaries that weren’t broken before. older idols didn’t even have the full use of social media to promote themselves, and YET they broke into the asian market. bts had it, and they broke into the global market. just because they had the advantage of a better technological era doesn’t mean that they didn’t deserve the win. it just means that they used their assets very well, and deserved it even more. 

moreover, as the rolling stones said, bts write lyrics about loneliness (whalien 52), having a difficult time in life (lost), female empowerment (21st century girl), being confident in yourself (cypher pt 4) and so many other songs. this makes them relatable to not just a teenage fanbase (although yes, that is the majority), but an older fanbase as well. the catchiness of their songs makes them popular amongst the pre-teens. so you see, they have their reasons and validity for being where they are now. they deserve their fans, wins, and attention. 

therefore, before you go around saying that fans of bts need to respect what older idols have done, know that we do. we appreciate everything that has been done in the past that has made bts the successful band that they are today. but also know that we are proud of our boys, and that we will celebrate and rejoice. so for some reason, if that makes you bitter, by all means use the advanced technology we have today and mute us. 

because no, we’re not discrediting your faves. but we’re asking you to credit our faves when they deserve it. 

su critics need to chill tf out. its a kids show. it was made for the kids. filler episode packed with moral lesson stuff? kids arent usually obsessed with the plot like you all are and the lessons are good lessons most kids shows dont even hit on. height difference issues? kids dont notice that shit and god forbid a creator have a touch of individual creativity. bright colors? yep thats for kids too. kids. like. bright. colors. yeah the majority of the people who watch su are older teens and above but kids are the target audience. this show was created for children. now can we all respect that please.

Supergirl Writer Problems

When you have James Olsen, who helps Kara, loves her for who she is:

Originally posted by glenn-rhee

But decide he isn’t good enough for Kara

Then you have Lena Luthor, who fills Kara’s office with flowers, tells her that she’s her hero, has a relationship built and trust and respect:

Originally posted by rumplestiltskin

But somehow she isn’t good enough for Kara so you decide this guy is:

Originally posted by jake-riley

"Relationships in books are unrealistic"

Why is it “unrealistic” to want someone as patient as Sam?

Why is it “unrealistic” to want someone who cares and loves you unconditionally and does everything in their power to make you feel safe like Rhys?

Why is it so “unrealistic” to want someone who loves you for what you are, even if you’re completely shattered and broken like Rowan?

Why is it unrealistic to want to help each other grow like rowaelin?

Why is it unrealistic to show each other true emotions and not hold back like feysand?

I don’t understand why thats “unrealistic” Are my “standards to high”? Why is it wrong for me to want these things? People tell me constantly my standards are to high and I don’t understand why. I want someone who truly loves me for me, not to date people to look cute and be “goals” on twitter. And don’t tell me to give someone a chance when they straight up ask to date. I want them to know me, the REAL me. Not none of that “slide into their dms” shit.

Why is it so unrealistic?
I’m just going to have to wait.
Sorry I just needed to rant


I don’t post much on Tumblr. I prefer to just lurk about, look at fanart, read fics, and stay tf away from all the toxicity and drama surrounding fandom.

But for right now - fuck all that noise. I’m entering the war zone.

I’ve been peeping on the SW fandom for about the last year and a half now, and something has come to my attention - some people… predominantly, it seems, anti-reylo shippers - are so incredibly vile, ruthlessly harsh, and just generally terrible to other people who are just trying to enjoy their reading of the film in peace.

And I mean, it’s not even like y’all (antis) have the correct reading of the film? You guys have CATEGORICALLY MISINTERPRETED everything you use as bait for why the Reylo ship is “wrong” “immoral” or “disgusting.” I’ve seen so many antis claiming that Kylo Ren won’t be getting a redemption arc and is a ruthless murderer with no regrets, yet the subtext of TFA, the SCRIPT ITSELF, dialogue in the novel, and specific comments from fucking JJ Abrams and Adam Driver himself refute that. You can’t argue that it’s incest, because at this point everyone associated with the series has essentially come out and said she isn’t a Skywalker or a Solo. To claim that Rey was “raped” by him and imply that it’s an abusive relationship is to -

1). Strip Rey of all her agency and overlook the fact that she has been established as a strong character who can defend herself (because, idk if you recall, but every time she encounters Kylo Ren…she defeats him). They have consistently been established as equals both in battle and in their abilities in the force, and to suggest she can’t hold her own against him is just blatantly ignoring the text. (And, going off the anti argument, when she enters his mind, that means she also “rapes” him, but I guess we can all overlook that because Daisy Ridley is a pretty, defenseless little woman and Adam Driver is a big, scary, superior man, right?).

2). To only have the capacity to understand text and character development as it’s presented to you in its most basic form. Y’all know this is a trilogy, right? See, what typically happens is that - over the course of a series of films - the characters change and drastically develop beyond what was presented to the audience in the first movie. This is what we call character development.

Do you guys seriously believe that every single Reylo shipper thinks they’re going to jump each other’s bones based on the mutual disdain for each other that was presented in TFA? FUCK NO! The Reylo speculation is centered around the potential we see for future development between the two, romantic or otherwise. It’s based on canon evidence in the novel and script. It’s based on comments from JJ Abrams, Lucasfilm and co. who suggest - nay, outright STATE - that the destinies of these two characters are specifically tied up in their relationship to one another. And now we have a poster, a trailer, and a whole host of spoilers to indicate that Reylo shippers are headed in the right direction in terms of character development and plot speculation. Don’t believe me? There are pages and pages worth of meta and Reylo-centered analysis circa 2015 - 2016 that has, as of recent news and revelations, pretty much hit the nail on the head. While y’all are still just hoping she’s a Skywalker.

The last thing I’m going to bring up is the the utter VENOM that is spat at people minding their own business, enjoying the SW series, and creating their art, totally unprompted, from antis. To call someone a pedophile based on a ship with a ten year age gap (the same age gap between Han and Leia, I might add, but you guys seem totes cool with that) is outrageous, offensive, and trivializes pedophilia. To call someone a racist because of their ship is, again, utterly outrageous, baseless, and wholly dismissive of POC shippers (like myself). Unless you see someone consistently posting pictures of swastikas and spewing hateful, anti-minority rhetoric, you - just another random, bitter asshole on Tumblr - have no right to call someone a Nazi, again trivializing the experiences of those who have had to deal with *actual* racism, stereotyping and social injustice. And if you think we’re sexist? I invite you to revisit Point 1.

Sorry for the long-ass rant. But people should just ship and let ship. There’s no need for the bullying, policing, name-calling, or even taking any of this shit so SERIOUSLY to the point where you would go out of your way to hurt others. Because at the end of the day, we’re all just watching a series of children’s films about space wizards with light-up swords. CHILL.

About Tokyo Ghoul :Re chapter 125

Like even though I don’t ship TouKen, I still think this chapter was beautiful???

I get why anyone would be upset for this ship to be canon since it means yours won’t but???

It was so realistic? Like, Kaneki being self conscious of his body, Touka being a dweeb and getting stuck in her button up shirt (who tf tries to pull that shit over their head like who), Kaneki not being able to unclasp her bra (I still fucking struggle with the clasps and i fucking wear it like how tf would Kaneki be a pro)

Like??? This honestly reminds me of a natural first time sex scene. Awkward, humourous, gentle….

Touka being in pain from being penetrated? It happens! She’s a virgin (right???) and didn’t have any preparation and Kaneki has never done this either so of course it isn’t going to be a walk in the part but


i just love how natural and realistic this sex scene was??? I usually shy away from heavy smutty things because I don’t like how…rough and unrealistic it usually is?

Idk sorry for this just had to rant about how raw and emotional this chapter was

Congrats TouKen shippers. Happy for you!!! ❤🎂

anonymous asked:

I was salty about the changes in art styles in su until I read the tags in that post you reblogged. Thank you for educating me that they are VISUAL INTERPRETATIONS of the characters, rather than INACCURATE DRAWINGS of the characters. As an artist, I would feel awful if a lot of people criticized my art because they want it to look a different way than I had portrayed it. Sorry for being ignorant before. Yall work hard, and do an amazing job with the art on the show tbh

thanks! i mean i don’t work on the show, but i am pretty tired that nobody considers that boarders all have their own style and draw the characters in that style pretty darn consistently. i know who does “chibi steven”, who gives lapis what hair, and who makes peridot taller than others. none of that is a big deal to me - that’s how they interpret the characters, and there is no “on-model” version. it’s just your favorite vs least favorite boarder. 

it’s an annoying discussion, because it always turns into double standards: giving earlier seasons a free pass, comparing completely different boarders, or comparing it to shows that aren’t storyboard-driven. none of that is fair to me. i’ve even seen people - friends - get hate because they *gasp* had the audacity to show that “hey, this is kind of a thing with storyboard-driven shows, it’s not some scandalous, new ~crossing the line of animation quality :’( </3 ~ that su is doing”. 

people are allowed to not like ~inconsistency, even if intentional. i don’t care. but if animation “quality” matters that much to them, even when everything is intentional, even when each storyboarder is consistent in their own style, then, yknow… ok. keep raging on for another year, i hope it’s fun. 

i don’t say “get a life” often, but… geez. if they’re so focused on the fandom they either A) let a rage-bandwagon define how they feel B) focus all that time on something they legitimately hate, then… idk. i just feel bad for them. i’m not gonna answer asks about this topic anymore, though, whether positive or negative, cause here’s the thing: once you decide it is, every show is bad. literally anything can be accused of being shit, because this standard that you’ve decided is the “standard of quality” is defined by you. anyone can draw a line in the sand - i’ve done that with shows too. i just want people to be honest with themselves, on whether going out of their way to “prove” something su has always done - intentionally - suddenly makes it bad now is worth it or not. or whether they’re getting any enjoyment out of this at all. 

coffeve-crips  asked:

A fluffy 56!!!

“I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

It was an exhausting and awful day at work. You were new at this job and you had a feeling your co worker just hated you. You didn’t understand why she didn’t like you.

Was it because she thought you were annoying, weird,inexperienced? You had no idea and it frustrated you. You know not everyone is going to like you but you’ve never done anything to her.

So here you were sitting on Harry’s lap in the living room. His arms were around your waist as you ranted about your day.

“And when we were in the break room I asked another co worker if they had any yogurt with those yummy granolas here and she said they did in the back of the fridge. So I went to go get it but guess who beat me to it.” You sighed remembering the memory.

“Brenda! She probably heard me talking about it and just wanted to sabotage my healthy breakfast.” You almost teared up remembering how good the yogurt looked. You were probably being overdramatic but you just knew that lady didn’t like you.

You looked over at Harry to see if he agreed with what you you were saying. “Do you understand where I’m coming from or am I looking to much into her actions?”

You waited for his reply for a few seconds but he didn’t say anything. “Harry?! Have you even been listening to anything I’ve been saying?”

You thought he was listening because he was looking at you but he probably blocked your rant out.

“You know what nevermind-.” You start to get up from his lap but he tightened his grip to keep you still.

“I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” Harry let’s out a corny line while smirking.

You shake your head at his cheesiness. “Harry…” you smile.

“See! I knew that would make you smile again!”

You start giggling and wrapped your arm around his neck. Harry always knew how to make you feel better. “Thank you for that. But you know what would make me even happier?”

Harry pulled away from you and put his finger on his chin to make it look like he was thinking. “A yogurt with those yummy Granola?”

“You know me so well-”

You yelped when Harry took you in his arm and lifted you off the couch.

“Harry what are you doing?!”

“Going to get my lovely girlfriend what she wanted.” He smiles down at you and you lift your head to kiss him.

“I hope you feel better.” Harry says sincerely. He hated when you were upset and always tried to do everything in his power to make you the happiest. Since everyday you make him the happiest man alive.

“I already have.”
Send me a prompt from here:

Small reminder!

Ziva is still alive and probably walking around Paris, with Tony and Tali. While shopping for a nice dress.. And Tali has the exact same dress, because she wants to look as pretty as mommy does.. And Tony picks Tali up and tells her she looks like a princess, and that yes, her mother is the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen! And it would be Paris without Tiva making love.. And then 3 months later, Ziver tells Tony she’s pregnant! And Tony is so happy and Tali is super excited, because she’s going to be a big sister and help mommy bathe the baby! Yes, that’s what’s happening to the DiNozzo family!!! And no one can tell me otherwise!

@ everyone with intrusive thoughts

okay I’m not trying to invalidate anyone and their struggles but people really need to talk about intrusive thoughts that aren’t just stuff like “throw your cup across the room” or “eat this leaf” (even tho those must be stressful as well im sorry)

I’m talking about those gross, disgusting, violent thoughts that leave you awake at night afraid you’re going to slip up because it’s just a matter of time
Those thoughts that make you afraid to be alone in a room with anyone/anything you could possibly hurt
Those thoughts that leave you crying in the shower/puking over a toilet because they’re so disgusting and you must be a horrible person for even THINKING them
Those thoughts that make you want to kill yourself because it’s better than having to deal with them

People don’t talk about them enough and that’s why it’s so hard for people who suffer from them to realize that it’s not their fault it’s just the disorder
And to everyone who struggles with this: you’re so brave, I love you, and you’re going to get through this

Done. - Bucky Barnes

request:  prompt one 25 38 41 buckyyy @aweways

summary: One training session with Bucky turns nasty and soon your ready to hand in your resignation. But does Bucky really want to see you go so soon? 

word count: 2.4k

warnings: angst / fluff / asshole!Bucky / fluffy!bucky /

“I just don’t see the point, Bucky!” Letting out a frustrated growl as the Soldier rolled his eyes again, I tucked my head behind my knees, trying to regain my vision and a healthy heart beat again.

For some reason today, Bucky was not letting me go down without a fight. Maybe it was the fact that I was his first ‘Trainee’ and he felt the need to get it right, or the fact that Steve supervised the training process and if I didn’t get better, he’d be disappointed. No one likes it when the Captain is disappointed, it felt as if you punched a kitten when I caused disappointment to gather in his baby blue eyes.

“Get it, now. I’m not kidding Charlie, now get up and keep going.” Embarrassment at my ass being kicked in our gym filled with all of us Avengers, training for the next deathly task we had to take.

The way he’d been kicking my ass, I was 90% sure my ass had vanished.

I had no ass to be kicked anymore, it had fallen off when he did his last move of literally kicking me in the ass so I’d stumble to the ground. I felt red flames on my cheeks, and the stare’s that were starting made me freeze.

I’d rather be smothered to death with a couch pillow than exerting any more energy in this session. I muttered to Bucky with my face hidden, my head was on my knees in pure shame.

“I can’t…”

“I’m sorry, what was that? I don’t think I heard you correctly!”

“I said, I can’t anymore…” A crack at the end gave my eyes the feeling to leak with salty drops of ‘weakness’. I didn’t want to become more pathetic than I already was, and crying was as pathetic as this moment could get for me.

“We don’t use ‘I can’t’ here. If you want to be an Avenger, then act like one, dammit!”

“I’m trying!” I cried out, finally looking up at the chocolate hair and glaring blue eyes that stared down at me with such intensity. Maybe I wasn’t good enough, maybe it was for the best if I left…

What the hell is wrong with you? Dammit. Okay.. well, maybe it’s best if you throw in the damn towel now. Before you get yourself and the rest of us killed out on missions!”

Bucky’s words stung, but what stung more was that no one raised an objection. They just were in some silent agreement with Bucky.


“If that’s what you think is best, then by all means…” I turned around to see the twin doors open by FRIDAY listening to our conversation. What a cold hearted bitch, that AI was…

The gym was deadly silent now, Sam stopped punching the bag that Steve was effortlessly holding. Tony wasn’t spotting Clint anymore at the weights and so Barton laid there, with his head poking up to watch Bucky and I exchange our heated argument. Breathing in heavily like everyone else was. The gym air felt thick now, to me. It was thick with pity.

I was stumbling to my feet now, holding onto my knees as I got up on my feet. I felt like the wind just got knocked out of my chest, just from these small movements. It was painful enough to have the attention of everyone in the room, but to be this feeble and vulnerable…this felt like a whole new level of humiliation that I’ve unlocked in a very cruel video game.

I prayed for someone to at least look at me and see I needed some help! No one met my eyes that spun while I stood still, even with the room spinning, no movement was heard throughout the gym, nothing but Bucky’s invisible shoving at me to get the hell out of this gym.

I was on my own, just like before. I have always been on my own. Even after I had joined this group of misfits, I was the one looking in from the outside.

I somehow made it to the gym door, and grasped onto it, catching my dying breaths. I felt like I was going to be sick, and I wasn’t going to shame myself further by vomiting on my exit out of this gymnasium hell.

I gathered a steady balance and immediately set myself off to the bathroom down the hall. It was private so I could sob with no interruptions. Getting there was easy. Throwing up was easier. Coming to terms with the fact that I’d just unveiled my weakness in front of the people I called, ‘family’? A family that frowned on weakness, by the way. That was something by mind couldn’t conquer, or convey. How was I ever going to get off of this cold tile and make it to my room? What was going to happen next to me? Would I be kicked off? Or just sent into filing mission reports with the nerds in the basement who all had this weird look of fascination every time they saw me bring them the files that needed to be written up. It creeped me out, and I really didn’t want to leave Stark tower, too.

“FUCK!” I yelled to the audience of the vacant bathroom. I hated this damn world right now, nothing could get worse. I was absolutely sure nothing would be worse than right now.

Today, though, the lord was mad at something I’d done in the past, I believe. Because after splashing my face with cold water, washing out my mouth and smoothing down my unpleasant post-gym hair-frizz, I walked out of the bathroom, ready to bolt to the elevators and get to my room as fast as possible.

However, I was blocked by a 200 lb mass of muscle that had been lingering outside the door, anxiously waiting for the lock to turn and for me to emerge.

I yelped and felt my tired knees buckle but before I smashed my body onto the tiling, I was caught by two strong hands. Two strong, strangely different in texture and temperature, hands.

“Woah, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” Opening my eyes I was met with eyes that we’re the summer sky’s afternoon colored blue. The midnight’s bewitching sky was the color of straight hair that framed the face that those eyes belonged to.


“S-s-sorry,” I muttered, feeling a weird mix of anger, fear, and embarrassment inside my chest. I stood up as fast as I could and shook myself out of those, surprisingly comfortable, arms. “I came here to just say that what happened in the gym today was complete-”

“Save it. What you said in there was all true. So don’t apologize for shoving my face in a pie of reality…” I tried to push my way past the mass of man but Bucky put an arm up against the doorframe, blocking me once again.

Bucky’s face was drowning in confusion and frustration. He knew why I was so pissed and wanted to run, but he didn’t understand the words I let fall from my lips so freely.

“No! That not what I came to say-”

“What! More insults! Fine, then… bring it on. I’m dead inside already, you’re just trying to kill a corpse now, Barnes.”

Bucky felt devastated, did I really think that low of him? He sure made it easy to make it so I did, but he always believed I held onto a bit of light for him.

Apparently not.

“You think I came to insult you-”

“Why else would you speak to me!”

“Let me fucking finish a goddamn sentence and you’ll find out! Fuck! Why does everything turn into a fight with you!”

“Because you make it one, Bucky! I can never satisfy you in the gym. You never even glance at me anytime we pass each other. I don’t even remember a thank you after I saved you from that sniper you missed!”

“I didn’t miss him! I knew he was there, I was gonna knock his ass out!” I bellowed a fake laugh at Bucky’s attempt to gain himself some sort of manliness just because I let him live…men.

“Were you going to knock him on his ass before or after he released the trigger you wouldn’t even hear, letting a bullet hit you right in the pulmonary artery. I like to call that shot instant death… so when would it be, James!”

“Don’t talk to me like that and use my name as if we’re friends.”

Bucky sneered down at me. I had nothing left to lose. So, why not take a few verbal swings at the man who dashed my dreams of helping the world just one more time?

“What are you gonna do? Kill me? Hit me? Take me to Fury? Go ahead, do all three, I have nothing left, Bucky! In 24 hours I’m going to be homeless and you’ll be here, sleeping in night terrors that we all fuckin’ hear at night. So go ahead and hurt me. Hurt me like you did not even an hour ago in front of my used-to-be family…” I had tears running down my cheeks that were just two ripe tomatoes. I was breathless from my rant, making my chest rising up and down.

“I just wanted to fucking tell you that I’m sorry! I was a dick in there and I’ve been one since I met you. I wanted to clean our slate because you are an amazing fighter. One of the damn best, counting Romanoff and Barton. Look,”

Bucky absentmindedly tucked a tuft of hair that had fallen from my loosened braid, behind my ear. Leave his hand lingering near my cheek, wiping my tears away. This was no Bucky that I’d ever known, this was a new one, one that I thought I was going to meet two years ago, but I was met with passive aggressive Bucky. This… this was James Buchanan Barnes. Not Bucky, Barnes, Winter Soldier… just James B. Barnes.

“Then why tell me to leave? Why kick my ass in front of everyone, telling them I should leave?”

“Because! I- I was trying to save face… but like always, I went too far.”

“Wait, what?”

There was a pregnant pause before I heard a mutter come from Buck, “Punk read my diary…”

I couldn’t help the giggle that released from my tense chest, letting the steam that lingered in there, die down. I had no tears threatening to fall, and I had no shake in my voice. I felt… safe? No… I think I felt comfort, with Bucky right now. That was a first.

Bucky’s shoulders fell with no more tension tightening them. His face brightened, illuminating his usually flat, creamy, pale skin.

”I’m so sorry I hurt you. Verbally and physically… that the last thing I’d ever want to do to you… all I want is to protect you, give you a happy life. I don’t know where my head has been these last two years but seeing you walk out those doors… made me finally accept that I can’t be without you. You’re a chatterbox, an amazing midnight sandwich chef, a terrible dancer, a loving, kind person…”

Our bodies we’re moving closer to each word Bucky spoke, his metal hand now slithered it’s way to the small of my back, bringing me finally nose to nose with the man who kicked my ass an hour ago. Now confessing his feelings for me…

Bucky Barnes was not one to be subtle, I guess.

“What are you asking me, James?” I was dipping my foot into the pool again, testing my waters with him. This time, though, when I said his real name, a broad smile appeared, and the hold on me just got tighter, and stronger with a sense of desire awaiting in his grasp.

“I’m asking you, to forgive my horrible, facade, and accept me telling you that I’m crazy about you doll…” I let out a breathless laugh, almost astounded to hear such words come from his lips.

“What can I do to make it up to you? I’ll do anything, Even if it’s going to China and back for a chocolate bar… what can I give you? Do for you?” A smile on my face brought a laugh, I brought my hand to cup his worried face, stroking it to calm the pounding in his heart. “Just… kiss me where it hurts,” 

Bucky’s tentative eyes almost frantically started looking me up and down, trying to find a spot of pain. “Where does it hurt, doll?” 

“Right here…” I whispered. With a dip of my head and nudge of my nose on his cheek, I kissed him. Feeling no longer like I was being held in his embrace, I was now, just floating in thin air. His arm didn’t weigh me down it lifted me up. His lips didn’t hurt my heart, they made it pump in a thrilling manner. His eyes didn’t frantically search the room around us whenever they made a connection with mine, now they just stayed staring at me. Never leaving my big and bright, loving eyes that looked into his with desire.

I no longer felt lost, like I had no family. Like I was on my own. With Bucky, now, I had a home. And that home traveled with me when I left those blue eyes. My home only felt more secure when I was finally laying in these arms, talking about my day, the things that happened. The good and the bad.

I guess I had been looking for a home for so long I’d forgotten what home felt like…

My home was never a place, but a feeling. One that only your soulmate could ever give you. I’ve realized, now, that your soulmate can be that one person you’d thought hated with a passion.

I guess soulmates have a good way of hiding behind smoke and mirrors until the time is right, though.

a/n: Let me know your thoughts! I hope this one is a bit different then the normal asshole bucky suddenly becomes sweet!Bucky. I always love hearing from you guys! Never be afraid to hit me up!! 

Here’s what’s up next: Last part to @giftofdreams and I’s collaboration three part: A Hidden Hero: 1 & 2 

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just she’ll fucking scream her lungs out about a pan not being stick-proof anymore or one of the pets - the pets she decided to buy and love - doing something that annoys her or about something she cooked not coming out great and she’ll yell and swear bring the house down and then 5 minutes later she’ll be fucking chilling like nothing happened, she’ll be all full of happiness and love or what the fuck ever and god fucking forbid you bring up what just happened, or you try to call her out on it, or you try to say something while it’s happening, god forbid you be in the same fucking room - nah you just gotta literally pretend like it never fucking happened and like everything’s fine and you’re just not there because it’s “not her fault” and she “feels bad” about it, you gotta fucking act like every time she blows up you don’t curl into yourself and want to shut the door and hide because there’s that tiny slim chance it might be your fault and then you’ll have her screaming at you and it will all be your fault for making her upset and you get told you have to stop being so selfish and ungrateful and you have to work harder because she’s hurt by you and every time she starts screaming you have to act like it’s not hurting you or scaring you

and every single time as you’re growing up when you get upset or angry lmao you better fucking button that shit down because first signs of a sulk and they’ll be telling you to get the fuck over it and stop being so ungrateful and grow the fuck up because you being upset is fucking hurting the family like every time she does this shit we’re not all fucking tiptoeing around broken glass to save her feelings

Ok im very close to being done with samurai jack. I don’t ship jashi but it’s not just that like, where’s the plot? Show me the plot man because i can’t see it. Ya’ll only got 10 episodes and you spend an entire ep on this awkward ass, predictable romance smh

Small rant...

Ok I love Hannibal so much I really do. I love the way it looks, I love the writing, the costume, the actors, the fight sequences. I have one issue ok. It’s an issue that I have with a lot of crime/forensic scenes WHY DOESNT BEVERLEY TIE HER HAIR UP WHEN SHES WORKING?????) SHE IS JUST GOING TO FIND HER OWN HAIR ON STUFF!!!! and breathe………

Originally posted by idontfindyouthatinteresting

anonymous asked:

Emma is tired and frustrated from work so when she gets home she rants to a pregnant Regina about how life is hard and stressful and doesn't notice that Regina is crying because Regina thinks that she's a burden

Thanks for the prompt :) 

Emma groans as she kicks her boots off not even caring as they fall sloppily onto the tile. She kicks them off to the side before shrugging her jacket off and tossing it onto the hook. 

“What an awful shitty day,” she grumbles as she storms into the lounge where Regina is, “First I get a call at 5 this morning - freaking 5 o’clock! And all just to fetch a cat out of a tree. It’s been non-stop today and then I have my Mom calling to moan that I missed lunch with them when I didn’t even have a chance to take a lunch break because I had so much paperwork to deal with…which my father hadn’t even touched even though he’d been at the station all morning! Then I had to rush around to get Henry only to have to ferry him across town because you can’t take him anymore. By the time I finally get home it’s six o’clock. I’ve been out thirteen hours today doing everything! Urgh…it’s just so stressf…are you crying?” 

Regina sniffs and shakes her head. 

“Regina? Hey, what’s going on?” Emma asks reaching out to rub her heavily pregnant wife’s arm. 

“I’m sorry…I don’t want to be a burden to you…I’ll do more…I’ll…” 

“Hey…hey…I didn’t mean you,” Emma reassures her, “It’s just been a bad day okay? And I was just ranting. Today was just a combination of my parents and Henry and this town all being pains in the ass and it was just getting on top of me. You, Regina, are not a burden. You’re what I want to come home to.” 

Regina smiles wiping her tears away and curling into her wife. She sighs before speaking up, “I’ll talk to people. If Henry wants to go to his friend’s places that’s what his bike is for and your father should be helping you out more. As for Snow I can go and embarrass her with stories of our relationship?” 

Emma chuckles as she turns to kiss Regina lovingly, “Thank you. This is what I’ve been wanting all day…I love you.” 

anonymous asked:

ok let's talk about stigma! what were your intial thoughts about it? favourite lyric? how often have you listened to it? thoughts about tae's comment that he always wanted to make a song like it..............

let’s fucking talk! ok my first thoughts lmao well stigma (the lyrics not the song) was more or less my introduction to BTS and it got me here so……..yeah my first thoughts were this is a……. coming out song,an actual fucking Gay Anthem 

it really fucking resonated with me especially as a Gay™ that was brought up on very traditional values and in a religious heavy environment and actually hearing the song just completely cemented that because taehyung is an emotive singer, you can easily understand what he’s feeling at the time he’s singing something (see also: the hug me cover listen and cry my kid is a very emotional Emo Gay™) and going from those very high to very low notes (god fucking bless the astonishing vocal range on that boy) lent those already amazing emotional lyrics and the narration an even stronger emotional punch, which is not surprising since he had a hand in both the lyrics and composition, my boy is a fucking musical genius:’)

i could go on and on about the analysis of every lyric (i literally can i’ve listened and gone through it a thousand times i’m not even exaggerating ajkhdaksjf) but I’ll just say that I really admire him because he really bared ALL in that song like I can’t stress that enough he made every last fear, doubt and tentative feeling of hope and self-acceptance he had free for the taking and that for me is so fucking…….fearless. (which is also just one of the many reasons why I hate the ‘their sexualities are their personal business and we shouldn’t discuss or assume we shouldn’t even mention it!!’ philosophy some people have got going on here but i digress) 

I’m also so impressed that through the lyrics he managed to convey the confusion of feeling so much hopelessness and the tumultuous emotions in feeling like ‘i’m really fucking sorry that this hurt you and that you you can’t accept it/me, that really fucking hurts’ but at the same time the really fucking freeing feeling of ‘fuck it it this is who i am and I cannot and do not want to change or hide it, not anymore’ (which……uhhhh……..I wonder what the fuck that can be about). I’ve only really came across one other song that managed to do that successfully in a way that it felt like a very personal recounting of the singer/songwriter’s experience but at the same time also felt like they understood me and my own experience on a deep personal level

To answer your question about the lyric I love literally every lyric because every last one lends something to the overall meaning but if i had to pick one i’d go with 숨겨도 감춰도 지워지지 않어 (Even if (I try to) hide it, or conceal it, it can’t be erased) which I think is pretty self-evident why it’s my favourite after that long ass rant rip i’m sorry I just love him and his unapologetically gay ass a whole fucking lot

so yeah……..stigma is a Gay Anthem