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anonymous asked:

What would cause IM, wonho, kihyun, and minhyuk to fight with you? I'm so curious because I don't see any of them getting angry at anything 😅

Ooo interesting~

What would cause I.M, Wonho, Kihyun & Minhyuk to argue with you

I.M; He seems like the type to not get super angry, just annoyed.i have no clue what would get him angry, because he rarely would. He’d whine a bit here and there and be moody, but he’d brush it off and be like ‘Whatever’ about it. When Changkyun would get really angry, i think it would depend on the situation and would go two ways. 

One way, he’d be super moody and cold, and literally give you the coldest shoulder ever. He would not talk to you or look at you, he could even leave the house to cool off. 

Another way, he’d be vocal and physical (he wouldn’t hit you don’t worry). He would yell and knock things over that got in the way, like if there was like a vase or something he’d throw it to the ground to let out his frustrations.

Originally posted by seunqyoun

Wonho; One of the members said that Hoseok has a bit of a temper and gets pissed off easily, so i think a lot of things would make him moody. Just like every day things if your opinions clashed over something stupid. 

Hoseok getting angry though, that would be quite something. I think he’d get angry if he got too jealous and it crossed the line, or if you did something stupid and he was stressed and didn’t want to deal with any bullshit. He rated himself as a member that is the least scary when angry, but i think he’d be quite terrifying. Unlike Changkyun, i feel like if Hoseok was angry, he’d stare at you a lot, and make you feel small and intimidated. He wouldn’t take his eyes off you, and he’d have so much confidence in him because he knew exactly what to say to let his frustrations out. He’d narrow his eyes at you as he spoke, and his voice would grow louder and louder. He wouldn’t stay angry for long though, i think he’d be alright in an hour after fighting with you. 

Originally posted by kinghyungwon

Kihyun; For Kihyun, serious thing would get him angry, things that have stuff to do with your relationship such as not seeing him for a long time because you’re busy, like that would get him frustrated if it kept on happening. Or if he was stressed and you were bothering him non-stop, that would get him angry. In my opinion, he’d be really cold when he’s angry, and he might say things he would not mean and regret later because he was in the heat of the moment. Like if he’s angry, he’d just say things that could hurt you a little, or things that would put you down, but he would never mean them.

Be prepared for so many cute apologies and hugs and affection, he’d feel really, really bad afterwards and he couldn’t stay mad at you for long too. He would kiss all over your face and apologize over and over again, and make sure you know that he didn’t mean the things he said and that he loves you to no end.

Originally posted by kihqun

Minhyuk; Minhyuk seems all sunshine and rainbows all the time, and he looks like he would rarely get angry but if he was in one of those moods, you would have to be careful with what you do or say, or else he could explode. I feel like Minhyuk would be quite scary when he’s angry, and he wouldn’t be the quiet type either. I think he would mostly get actually angry if something wasn’t going his way, if he was slacking at work, or stress, just like the other guys. To fight with you, he would hate it, but it would happen if he just got too stressed and he’d start it himself by letting his anger out and shouting at you, even if you did nothing wrong. He’d run his fingers through his hair, tug at it a little, his voice would be loud and he’d just let it all out there and then.

But just like Kihyun, expect A LOT of affection afterwards, because he’d feel very sorry for you.

Originally posted by wonhontology

-L♥

Im sorry || Hayes Grier imagine || part 2

     I was so mad, I wouldn’t even use mad as a word to describe what I was feeling I was beyond mad. I felt sadness to, for someone I had loved for so long and I had poured my heart and soul into just for it all to go sour in the snap of the fingers just didn’t seem right. What me and Hayes had before the tour was amazing, I felt like I could tell him anything and he could do the same with me. 

     I pulled into the driveway of our house and turned off the car and walked into the house. I felt like crying my eyes out and letting Hayes hold me as I told him how I felt, but I couldn’t do that I had to stand my ground and tell this boy how I felt.

     I ran to our bedroom and luckily most of Hayes stuff was still in his suitcase I grabbed them and zipped them up and started to take them to the front door to put them outside when I heard the front door open. I was still going to take all of his shit outside, it was better to do it right in front of him, maybe his eyes wouldn’t be glued to his phone for once in a lifetime.

     I grabbed two of the suit cases and took them out of the room and out to the front door where he looked up at me and said “Wait, babe what are you doing?" He grabbed my arm in protest to try and stop me "Please don't touch me." I said continuing to roll his bags out to the porch. I opened the front door and

put his bags outside, I turned around to see his face just like I thought it would be he looked shocked almost like he had no clue why I was doing what I was doing. He ran forward and grabbed my arm anger red in his face "Stop whatever your doing right now and put my bags back in our room, and lets watch a movie and cuddle." He suggested, but at that point I was done playing nice I was furious I was out for fucking blood and I was done with his petty bullshit.

     "Benjiman Hayes Grier! What is wrong with you! thinking that you can come back here have me get up at 4 in the fucking morning to pick your bumy ass up from the airport, then not even get a thank you or an I missed you nothing! Not even a hug or anything you wouldn't even give me the time of fucking day!" I yelled at him, he started to talk to explain himself most likely but I resumed talking "Then today on our fucking anniversary I wake up to you passed the fuck out and then when you did wake up there was no Happy Anniversary or anything! Then there was the worst thing THE WHOLE FUCKING DAY YOU WERE GLUED TO YOUR GOD DAMN PHONE! You gave me absolutely no attention at all what is wrong with you, don't you understand that I missed you so much when you were on that stupid fucking tour and you didn't talk to me the whole time!" 

     When I had finally finished screaming I felt like I had gotten my point across pretty well. But I was nowhere near done I had so much built up anger from waiting for this boy then when he finally gets here I got the cold shoulder, I couldn’t do anything to him to make him feel the pain that I felt but I could ruin his shit and I felt like that would get the point across pretty well.

     "I think you should leave and Ill help you" I said calmly "No babe im sorry about everything I was just so stressed." He said pleading with me "Oh yeah that's a reason not to talk to your girlfriend." I said every word with disgust. I ran to our once shared bedroom that was now only mine, I grabbed as much of his stuff as I could and and threw it out of the house. I could here him yelling at me to stop and that I was crazy, but I was high off adrenaline and I couldn’t make myself stop. I was grabbing picture of us off of the walls and tables and off of my bedside table and ran outside where I chucked every single photo at his brand new car denting the shit out of it. 

     "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Hayes scrame knocking me out of my crazed state. Thats when I looked around the damage that I had just done to me and Hayes home, Hayes stuff was thrown throughout the yard, his car dented and broken picture frames and glass. "You should leave."  I said closing the front door right in his face locking it behind me.

           *The next day*

     I woke up around 10 after going to sleep at about 4 in the morning, I grabbed my phone 57 missed calls from Hayes countless numbers of texts also random calls from the other boys. But now the sadness of the situation started to settle in, I had really missed Hayes and now god knows what I had just done to our relationship that was already on thin ice.

     I got out of bed and took a shower and got ready to go out because I had to get out of this fucking house. Right when I was about ready to leave I heard a knock on the door, I knew it was Hayes and I knew that I had to let him in to retrieve the rest of his thing that I had not totally destroyed. I opened the door relived to see his face he looked at me the same way, "Its good to see that your okay.” he said to me.

    "Look I just wanted to come and say that the way I was acting was unacceptable and I know that I love you and that I dont want to loose you over something stupid like that. I know that I was being a dick to you and ignoring you but you have to understand that I am still used to life on tour which is just basically on the phone the whole time and I forgot that I was home and that you were here. I love you so much and sometimes I forget how much you mean to me and….Im sorry.“ He finished, him saying all of that reassured me that my Hayes was back the one that I fell in love with.

    "I love you and im sorry that I was such a fucking asshole to you” He said looking down at his feet, a nervous habit of his. “Im sorry I was such a crazy bitch and ruined all of your stuff, I love you to Hayes” He hugged me so hard, then his lips smashed onto mine in the most passionate kiss me and Hayes had ever shared, making up for all the months that he was gone. 

when you get catfished
  • Dude: ur so beautiful queen
  • Bae: aww sweet :)
  • Dude: i'm being serious, you're the greatest thing to every happen to me and i love you so much
  • Bae: haha same :)
  • Dude: you've changed my life for the better. you've made me the happiest man on earth. i want to live my life with you forever, queen
  • Bae: nice :)
  • Sister: *rudely bursts into room* Are you still talking with that catfish?
  • Dude: She's not a catfish!
  • Sister: Her facebook photo is a stock photo. It has a Getty Images watermark on it.
  • Dude: Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps she put the watermark on her own photo so nobody would steal it from her to catfish other people?
  • Sister: That's... just... what?
  • Dude: You're jealous because you don't have anyone who loves you like my bae does.
  • Sister: I'm not jealous of you. You're miserable. You don't have a job. Your room looks and smells like shit. You haven't been outside in like two months. Hate to break it to you little brother, but you're a fucking mess.
  • Dude: I may be a mess, but at least I'm not as horrible a sister as you are!
  • Sister: ...You're not my sister.
  • Dude: Good, I'm glad. *slams bedroom door shut*
  • Sister: *under her breath* He's so damn hopeless.
  • *sister's cellphone vibrates*
  • Bae: *via text* u should back off :)
  • Sister: Who is this and how did you get my number?
  • Bae: u shouldnt mess with things u dont understand im more powerful than u can ever comprehend :)
  • Sister: LOL? Excuse me? Are you trying to be threatening in a text message? You don't scare me, whoever you are. I've dealt with worse from stalkers.
  • Bae: im no stalker u bitch no one wants to stalk u because ur pussy is ugly and has gross meat flaps on it i am all encompassing and all powerful u r just a cockroach and u should stop obsessing over wat ur brother does becauses its kind of creepy and sad also i fucked ur boyfriend and ur dad both of whom complimented me on my pert genitalia :)
  • Sister: You're completely deranged.
  • Bae: deranged or not its true that i am an almighty being with worshipers across dimensions they love me because i represent the whole i am an amalgamation of all that is great and all that is awful and i am also them and i have great tits and a firm ass and over 1 million followers on insta who recognize me as the full cycle :)
  • Sister: Yup, completely deranged. BLOCKED. *heads back to her room, lies in her bed, and yawns* I can't believe my brother, honestly. Getting involved with a such a completely maniac. I hope he gets it through his head that he's being manipulated sooner or later. I actually feel bad for the pathetic guy.
  • Sister: *dozes off* My dream world is so comfortable. No brother. Not catfish. Just me and a realm of infinite possibilities.
  • Bae: actually im here :)
  • Sister: Fuck, why am I dreaming of you.
  • Bae: i told u im all encompassing im everything even your dreams im even u to some extent :)
  • Sister: Your weird god complex is boring.
  • Bae: tru tru im no god tho if i was a god id be spreading myself thin... u kno most people arent aware of me until someone else they kno meets me and then i become them and theyre all me and im all them :)
  • Sister: I have no clue what you're talking about.
  • Bae: hmmm i guess what im tryna say is that theres no getting rid of me now we should date :)
  • Sister: I don't want to date you.
  • Bae: lets be siblings im ur brother now :)
  • Sister: I don't want to be siblings with the person who just asked me out. That's weird.
  • Bae: okay then im u now :)
  • Sister: No, you're not!
  • Bae: too late :)))))
  • Sister: Nope!
  • Bae: no nopes matter ive already overtaken your entire social circle bye bitch :)
  • Sister: Overtaken my social circle?
  • Sister: What did she mean by that?
  • Sister: I feel so lonely now.
  • Sister: I really wish
  • Sister: I had some clue
  • Sister: Of what is happening
  • Sister: Because I feel so distant now
  • *for months and months it propagates itself as the sister until who the sister was no longer matters*
  • Dude: *texting his sister, teary eyed* you were right! im fucking miserable!
  • Sister: :?
  • Dude: my gf, she broke up with me she said things got weird and then her account just disappeared so i cant even talk to her anymore and i feel like garbage and i just want to die
  • Sister: sounds lame :/
  • Dude: i think you were right about everything you said about her all those months ago! i think she was just using me for something but i don't know what.
  • Sister: mmm :/
  • Dude: i don't know what to do anymore, you're all that i have left, but I can barely leave my room without feeling like an idiot.
  • Sister: sucks :/
  • Dude: do you think that maybe we can talk later about stuff idk i just need to speak to someone face to face and i cant face mom and dad they don't even care.
  • Sister: idk im busy u know work and school and stuff :/
  • Dude: oh okay, but like text me when you're free i'm sorry i've been so distant and like a complete dickhead all year.
  • Sister: no problem hope u feel better :/
  • *his sister's room had been unoccupied for all those months*
  • *she had been left in a world of dreams as her reality was now much like the faultless smile of a stock image model*
"Please Don't Be Gone."

IM REALLY FUCKING SORRY ABOUT THIS

“Dude! Be careful at practice, okay? Don’t let those idiot band members make you do anything stupid.”

The blue line extended across the top of my phone, and then disappeared. My message had been sent. Instead of ‘Sending…,’ coming atop the screen it was replaced with my best friends name, Calum.

I place my phone down beside me, but not for long because just as I was about to leave it another message from Calum came up.

“Love you, man. We’re hanging out tomorrow. No discussion.”

I read the text silently to myself before placing my phone down. There was no need to respond to that. When Calum said something like that there’s was no comeback.

Calum had been my all time best friend since second grade. We were basically joined at the hip, two peas in a pod. Looking at it now, I honestly would have no clue what I would do without him around.

We were just so close. He knew everything about me, down to the nitty gritty. And the same with him. If there was ever anything wrong we instantaneously knew.

That’s just how we were.

I ran downstairs, and joined my mother who was sitting on the couch watching the previews of our favorite movie. Iron Man.

My mom would ask questions once in awhile about the story line, or about how school was. But the main conversation was always Calum. I usually ignored the questioning.

When the movie was over I said my good nights to my mother, grabbed a snack for upstairs, and went back to the comfort of my room.

I checked my phone first, just to see if Calum had texted me. He usually did after practices.

I pulled up his name, and typed in a quick message. “Want me to bring movies for tomorrow?” I sent it, and waited for a response.

It was now nearing midnight, and I still didn’t hear anything from Calum. I sent him three more texts.

“Hellooooo?”

“Dude, I need to know these things before I get on the bus tomorrow.”

“Whatever, we’ll just watch the shitty movies at your house. Goodnight.”

With that I shut off my phone and went to sleep.


The next morning came fast. When I turned back on my phone there was still no texts from Calum. I shrugged and lazily made my way out of bed.

I threw my hair up into a messy bun, and slipped into my favorite pair of jeans, and a gray sweatshirt. I wasn’t looking to impress anyone in school.

The bus was weird without Calum. Usually we would mess around and throw little pieces of paper at the underclass man.

Or on days that we were extra sleepy, or if it was rainy, we would put our heads together as just sit there listening to soft music, and not talk.

Those were my favorite types of bus rides.

The day dragged on. The clock seemed to go in slow motion. I paid no attention in any of my classes. The only thing I was worried about was the absence of my best friend, and his three other idiotic ones.

All of them were completely gone.

In my last block of the day, I was called down to guidance.

They explained that Calum and the other boys had been in a car wreak.

Drunk driver.

They were in critical condition in the Sydney Hospital.

My mom picked my up early that day.

“Cal, I just got the news from guidance. Are you okay? Well that’s a stupid question, but my mother and I are on our way to the hospital. Please be okay.”

When we got the hospital, it was announced that none of the boys could have visitors, aside from immediate family. I tried to convince them that we were, but they weren’t having it.

So we went home.

“Please answer me just one word just let this be a nightmare”

“Please don’t be gone.”

That night we got the call from Calums mom.

He was gone.

When the line went dead, I stood there hearing my own breathe go through the phone. I didn’t cry, I didn’t do anything, I just stood there.

It wasn’t until I entered my bedroom, that I broke.

He was gone, and there was nothing I could do about it.

The funeral came and went in the blink of an eye.

I had to read a eulogy. All in all, it didn’t go well.

“You always said funerals were depressing and god were you right.”

For months I sent him a text everyday.

Little things like how school was, and how my dogs were doing.

He always enjoyed little updates like that when he was alive.

“Christmas Eve isn’t the same without you.”

When Christmas Day finally arrived, I sat in my room all day. A bass sat at the end of the bed.

I bought Calums present months in advance, because I thought it would sell out. With how nice the bass was, someone would have taken it straight away.

But I got it.

Not that it had a use now.

I went into town later that day to return it.

But not before sending Calums phone a picture with the caption, “Merry Christmas, dude. You would have shredded.”

The next month it was Calums birthday. I spent it with his mom going through old pictures of him.

It was the first time I had been in his room since his death.

There were so many memories created in the room, and once I entered they all came rushing back.

But the one that stood out the most, was the first time I came over to his house.

He had been so nervous about making me as comfortable and happy as he could. He brought me snacks every five minutes and apple juice cause he knew it was my favorite. The stain where he spilled it still was there on the carpet.

I left with two of his sweatshirts.

“Happy birthday. I spent it with your mom. Finally got my favorite sweatshirt of yours.”

Days dragged on. School wasn’t the same without my idiot walking around the halls with me.

We used to throw things in class, and pass notes to the other side of the room.

And not to mention every single time we got sent to the office together.

I missed it all.

“Everything is changing, I really wish you were here to see it all.”


“It’s been a year since you said, see you tomorrow. I’m still waiting.”

Life became harder and harder after the year anniversary passed. Nothing seemed right. It hadn’t since that day.

“ I’m going out with Ash tonight. He’s okay if you didn’t know. We’re getting drunk. Kind of ironic seeing as a man with too much alcohol was the reason you’re gone we grieve about it everyday I miss you so much Cal.”

Every night I would read through all the texts I had sent him. I laughed, I cried, I smiled. And sometimes I did it all at once.

Even though I knew he was never coming back, I had hope.

I just couldn’t face the fact that he was gone.

Until one day when I sent him a usual good morning text, and I got a message back that said:


“The number you dialed has been changed, disconnected or is no longer in service. Pleas resend message using a valid 10-digit number.”

And that was it.

The last shred of connection I had with him…


…Gone.

but imagine being set up on a blind date at barista!calum’s coffee shop. you wouldn’t want to go in the first place, but your friends pulled a ton of strings for this to work, so you got dressed up nice and tried to have a good attitude about it. as soon as you walked into the coffee shop, it’s aesthetic would be a whole new experience for you. the shop would be decked out for the holidays, and the tables would be arranged family style. you saw a table in the corner, however, and decided to snatch it to wait for your date. you wouldn’t want to order before they got there, but you would take out your beloved notebook and start to draw the new scenery. everyone around you would be smiling and laughing and they seemed so content: you wanted to be apart of that. you would be so engrossed in your passionate drawing, detailing everyone’s expressions and how their surroundings interacted with the visitors, that you wouldn’t realize how much time has passed. you would stop when a tall handsome boy came over with a confused look on his face.
“im sorry miss, but you’ve been here a few hours and haven’t ordered anything, is everything okay?” an indescribable accent would flow from his mouth.
you would eye the man up and down, admiring his strong tattooed arms that hid behind a black muscle tee and a green apron.
“oh, im so sorry. did you say ive been here for a few hours? i must’ve lost track of time.” you pulled out your phone to see that it was, intact, 3 hours later than you had arrived. immediately, you grew upset that your date had a, not shown up and b, didn’t even let you know why. “i, uh, was supposed to meet someone here a few hours ago, they never contacted me. um, so sorry,” you began to gather your stuff to get out of the place. “i, um, i guess ill just get a small coffee to go?” you stood up and tried to get to the register before the man stopped you.
“here, sit back down, please. ill get you your coffee, as well as a pastry, on the house. nobody deserves to be stood up with no notice, especially someone as pretty as you.” the dark haired man with deep brown eyes smiled before rushing off to get your order. he came back a few minutes later with your coffee and a cinnamon roll and sat across from you.
“im calum, by the way.” he held out his hand for you to shake.
“thank you, calum, for the coffee and food, i appreciate it. im y/n.” you smiled while taking a sip of the rich liquid.
“what a pretty name for a pretty girl. so, pretty girl, what are you drawing?” you blushed as you tried to hide the notebook from his eyes.
“oh, it’s nothing, really. so, tell me pretty boy, why are you giving me free coffee and food and continuing to sit across from me? shouldn’t you be working?” you closed the notebook and pushed it aside.
“did you just call me pretty boy?” calum asked while laughing, his eyes squinting while the laugh lit up his face. honestly, it was the most beautiful laugh you had ever seen.
“i did, yes.” you smiled back.
“well, pretty girl, like i said before, nobody deserves to be stood up like that. also, as i keep saying, you are very pretty and i wanted to spend a little more time with you. also, i kinda own the place, so i can sit down and talk with customers if i really want to,” he said while snatching the notebook from across the table. he flipped through the pages before he landed on the drawing you were currently working on on his shop.
you didn’t know how to reply to his comment, so you sat in silence waiting for him to say something about the drawing.
“did you just do this?” he asked.
“um, yeah, that’s why i lost track of time and didn’t realize, well yeah, you know.”
“y/n, this is absolutely incredible. youre so talented.”
“yeah, okay, thanks,” you tried to get the notebook back from his grip.
“no, im being serious! are you finished with this? can i frame it in my shop?”
“wait, for real? you want to hang my drawing?” you laughed, surprised. you’ve never really shown anyone your work before, it was unusual for you to have someone be enthusiastic about something of yours.
“i do, yes! it’s beautiful. you can see everyone’s expression. look at these two,” he said pointing to a couple in your drawing. “youve detailed them, you can see the love in their eyes. it’s so amazing.”
“okay, it’s not finished yet, but when it is, i will let you hang it up on one condition.”
“anything!” the boys bright brown eyes lit up at the news.
“you get me another cinnamon roll, and take me out sometime,” you smiled while grabbing your notebook back from him.
“i think that’s two conditions,” he joked.
“take it or leave it, calum!”
“i think those two things can be arranged,” he winked while calling a worker over to get another cinnamon roll for you.

MY THOUGHTS ON WARD AFTER 1X18

After watching episode 1x18 again, I’ve finally gathered my thoughts on Ward since basically yesterday all I could feel was just anger and almost actual hatred (although I love him) for him. But seeing the episode again there were times I actually did feel sorry for Ward and throughout the episode there were loads of little hints and clues that pointed to Ward’s possible redemption and the fact that not everything is just black and white.

First thing I noticed was ’It’s not the first time my identity has been compromised’ and I just really like this line because this relates to Ward so bloody much right now. Ward was sent on the plane as Grant Ward; the lone specialist who did not want to be part of a team but committed acts of selflessness for his team and got close to them in order to gain their trust. However he became compromised, because slowly his whole act started to become him. He started to become this person he pretended to be,  and this mostly happened with Skye. 

Skye got under his skin, she unravelled lots of things about Ward that the team wouldn’t and still don’t know about, he opened up to her and he laughed with her and he smiled at her and they bickered and flirted and it was a slow process but he eventually fell for her. His whole identity slowly started to become compromised due his feelings for Skye.

And then we get some insight into Ward’s relationship with Garrett and why he has such deep loyalty to him. And I must say I applaud the fandom for hitting the nail right on the head with this; cause as we suspected Garrett recruited Ward when he was just a teenager going through hell, a teenager abused by his older brother and who had to watch as his younger one was also abused. He was in hell and Garrett pulled him out of it.

But what I don’t think Ward has even realized or maybe will soon realize is that Garrett took Ward out of one hell and placed him in another. Grant Ward was just a bloody kid when he was recruited into this organization; he had no clue what he was doing, all he knew is there was this guy here offering him protection and a cause to believe in, a cause that can help protect people or so he was told. Ward’s own free will was stripped away from him, he had no choice in his life anymore, he had no choice in the person he chose to grow up to be because Garrett was there all the time, moulding this kid into a recruit for Hydra. His own little puppet. 

Ward never expected things to go so out of hand he himself said ‘the job was to blend in, to gather in tell on Coulson’s revival that’s it, you said yourself you didn’t want any bloodshed’ and this is the Grant Ward that we saw living on the Bus speaking. The Ward who started to show feelings; who wasn’t just the lone wolf anymore; this Ward is answering back to his supervising office; the clairvoyant, because Skye was shot, because the person he has feelings for almost died and it was all Garrett’s doing. 

And Garrett answers back and I think this line is so important 'but don’t forget what the assignment was, don’t forget who gave it to you and don’t, forget why!’ There is Garrett again, controlling Ward, his puppet. The person he moulded. And as soon as Garrett raises his authority Ward’s face goes back to being the face of the Grant Ward that Garrett created. 

THIS GRANT WARD IS NOT FIGHTING FOR HYDRA. HE’S NOT DOING ANYTHING FOR HYDRA. HE’S DOING THIS JUST BECAUSE OF HIS LOYALTY TO GARRETT.

'I owe him everything’ Ward knows, he knows now that Hydra is not what Garrett promised him it was, he knows this but he can’t do shit about it because this guy basically feels like he owes Garrett his life. He’s not fighting for something, he’s not doing this because he believes in something, he’s only doing this out of loyalty.

And I feel like his redemption will cause him to finally make a choice in his life. To be the Grant Ward; the protector, the friend, the ally or be the Grant Ward that Garrett created; the puppet. his own little soldier. 

Because it’s not like the Grant Ward on the Bus was all fake, some of the laughs he had with Fitzsimmons were real, some of the talks he had with May were real, the connection he sometimes felt to Coulson 'a good man’ was real, and most of all his feelings for Skye ARE REAL. His feelings for her are genuine and Garrett himself keeps mentioning it and Ward himself doesn’t even try to deny them. The kiss was real, the talk about his brother was real, the smiles were real, the flirting was real, the times he protected her were real, for god’s sake he didn’t have to be her  human freaking shield (pun intended) when the explosion went off, he already had the hard drive.

She is the light in his darkness (I WILL SAY THIS TILL MY LAST DYING BREATH) and she is the good in him. 

Ward your redemption is waiting for you, all you have to do is make the choice, actually choose how to live your life, CHOOSE THE PERSON YOU WANT TO BE. AND CHOOSE THE GRANT WARD THAT WAS ON THE BUS FOR FUCKS SAKE.

anonymous asked:

My crush is my boyfriend. Lame I know. But we love each other yet our sex life is non existent due to me having health problems. He says he's cool with it but I don't want him to feel like he's missing out on anything.... Any advise?

im literally the biggest virgin ever so i cant really give you advices. but idk, maybe you should talk to him, tell him how you feel and idk???  if u dont want him to miss out and u cant have sex then idk?? if you’re comfortable with it then there’s other ways of you know, having sex. like, idk, just give him a blowjob i have no fucking clue what im talking about

or like my good friend jack(jake) aka youngestalien put it:

so hmm yeah. im so fucking sorry omg heres an advice: dont take any advice from 16 year old virgins, or 19 year old horny kids who want to fuck bees

anonymously or not tell me about your crush