the silently loud

Sitting in a cafe working. There’s a pair of moms here with three kids between them, quizzing them on what they learned in school, etc. They’re working on the alphabet by saying words that start with the letters.

When it gets to the oldest boy (maybe about 7) and the letter F he says, in a clear, loud, ringing voice, “Fuck!”

Good Shot

Clint x Reader

The sirens blared into your ears, the building rumbled underneath you. A panic flash back of the hot desert, the bullets spraying passed you, grabbed a hold of you. Collapsing on the ground, you bury your head into your bloodied knees. People were screaming and running around you, it all felt imploding until everything went silent. Your heartbeat was loud and rapid, tears fell down your face. It was inescapable. War was everywhere you went, tucked into every street corner.

“Ma’am,” a soft voice broke through the silence. A steady hand touched your shoulder, causing your hands to grip tighter against your head. Your body trembled violently, lips quivered as a little blood spilled from your mouth.

“Are you hurt? Let’s get you the hell out of here,” the man’s voice was calm and collective as he attempted to reach for your hand.

“Leave me alone,” you cried out.

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sassamyblake  asked:

First of all Mel congrats congrats you deserve a billion followers!!! <3 Could I please have option one: “I’m your lock screen?!” - “You weren’t supposed to see that.” for Bellarke?


your bellarke fic:

The first time he notices it, they’re on the couch, watching TV.

Clarke’s in the kitchen getting them fresh beers, when a familiar ‘ding’ sounds from her phone. Bellamy knows it’s Clarke’s phone, because his phone is pretty much always switched to silent mode.

(Loud alert sounds make him anxious, okay? Sue him.)

“Clarke! Text!” he calls over his shoulder, one hand automatically reaching out to grab her phone from where it’s lying face down on the other end of the couch.

To his utter surprise, Clarke bursts into the living room like a blonde hurricane, bounding from the kitchen to the couch within a single leap to snatch up the phone.

“Got it, thanks,” she says, evidently breathless from her haste.

His brow arches upward as he takes in her harried appearance. “You… okay?”

“Yep, fine,” she says, the phone held up to her nose. “It’s just Harper. Work stuff. The usual.”

He nods slowly, eyeing her up and down. “… Did you get the beers?”

Her head snaps up, and she shoves the phone into her pocket. “Oh, yeah. Uh. Be right back.”

The second time he notices it, they’re at the bar with the gang.

“All right, Blake,” Clarke says with a roll of her eyes. “You got lucky. I’ll give you that.”

“Unbelievable,” Bellamy scoffs good-naturedly, preening a little as he racks up for another round of pool. “You’re probably the only person on the planet who would call call winning twice in a row ‘luck’.”

She shrugs unconcernedly, swiping up her half-empty beer bottle with her free hand. “Well, maybe it’s a little bit of skill, too. Just, like, twenty percent. And maybe, I don’t know, fifteen percent concentrated power of will.”

“Zero percent pleasure,” Bellamy says, gesturing for her to break. “For you, that is. When you lose for a third time.”

“You’re terrible at this whole referencing songs thing, by the way,” she informs him as she moves around him to get to the other end of the table.

“And you’re terrible at pool,” he retorts easily without any heat. At the sound of a familiar ‘ding’, he automatically glances sideways to where their phones are sitting on the high table beside them.

And then he steps back in surprise when Clarke practically throws herself in front of him to get to her phone.

“I got it,” she says quickly, all but shielding the entire table from him with her body.

“Okay,” he says, one brow raised. “Something urgent?”

She hunches over her phone for a few brief moments, thumbs flicking over the screen.

“Nope, nothing,” she says, her voice oddly strained. “Just… work. As always.”

He watches as she finishes off with a clearly forced laugh, setting the phone back down on the table — face down this time, the screen hidden from view.

She loses the game, even more efficiently than the last two.

Over the next week, he suddenly can’t stop noticing how vigilantly Clarke keeps her phone to herself.

She always keeps it on her side of the couch when they watch TV, instead of leaving it on the coffee table like he does.

She makes consistent, deliberate efforts to place it face down whenever she has to let go of it.

And, she never, ever lets Bellamy so much as peek at the screen. Not even to check the damn time.

It’s fucking weird. Clarke’s always been a pretty private person, but she’s never been touchy about her stuff. At some point, he starts to wonder if she’s having some kind of secret affair with Harper. Or someone else from work.

And then one day, fate comes a-knocking.

“This has got to be too much basil,” he says, shaking his head at the small mountain of chopped herbs sitting on the kitchen counter before raising his voice. “Clarke? Are you sure it’s this much basil?”

A muffled response chimes in from down the hall, but it’s too distant to make sense of.

“Is that a no?” he calls, cautiously prodding at the raw slabs of meat in front of him.

Another response sounds from Clarke’s room, somehow even more muffled than the one before.

Bellamy sighs, glancing at Clarke’s phone sitting on the kitchen table. She’d been reading a recipe off the screen for the last twenty minutes, but now that she’d disappeared into her room to look for something or other, he’s suspended in a temporary limbo.

He glances towards the hall. No movement.

Blowing out a breath, Bellamy reaches for the phone. It’s JUST to check the recipe, he tells himself as his hand closes around the device. It’s completely irrational to be nervous about checking a goddamn RECIPE.

And that’s when Clarke chooses to reappear in the kitchen. Because, of course. 

“Okay, forget it, I couldn’t find the—” She freezes in the threshold, her eyes rounding with panic. “What are you—”

He holds up her phone, his jaw hanging slack. “I’m your lock screen?!”

“What,” Clarke snaps automatically, her face contorting with some strange hybrid of fear and embarrassment. “Wha— no.”

He stares at her, her phone still held up in his hand. “'No’, as in, this isn’t my face on your lock screen right now?”

Clarke blinks, and then lunges toward him, snatching the phone out of his grasp.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” she grumbles.

He thinks it might be intended as irritable. Instead, it comes off as flustered.

“Clarke,” he says, forcing himself to refrain from smiling.

“It’s just a lock screen, okay?” she snipes, stuffing the phone into the pocket of her shorts before stalking past him towards the basil mountain on the counter. “Don’t make a thing of it.”

“Clarke,” he repeats, planting his hands on his hips as he turns to face her.

“Everybody has weird lock screens sometimes, Bellamy,” she continues, grabbing a pinch of basil and forcefully sprinkling it all over the raw steaks. (More like throwing it at the steaks, he notes.) “Doesn’t necessarily mean—”


What,” she snaps, whirling around sharply.

He waits, his phone held in his outstretched hand.

“Wow,” she finally manages after a long beat. “Uh. I mean. Wow.” She tilts her head, as if considering one of her many paintings. “That's… actually not a terrible photo of me.”

“Yes,” he says dryly, despite the disconcertingly warm flush spreading across his cheeks. “I’m aware.”

A brief silence stretches between them.

“So,” Clarke says, her chin jutting upwards in that way it always does when she’s trying too hard to appear nonchalant.

Bellamy nods, fully conscious of the way his ears are burning. “So.”

She crosses her arms over her middle, one smug brow quirked. “Why am I your lock screen?”

He almost doesn’t recover in time to return her smirk with one of his own.

“Well,” he says, tucking his phone in his back pocket before taking a step towards her, “I gotta say — it’s because you’re so damn good at pool.”

He doesn’t mind the punch she manages to land on his shoulder right before he kisses her.

It’s a little because the punch is weak as hell. (He’s seen her punch for real. Her left hook is mean as fuck.)

It’s mostly because of the way she’s already grinning breathlessly, eyes bright and cheeks pink.

Give Me A Spark, I’ll Give You Explosions

Summary: Phil is shy, silently pining. Dan is loud and flirty, and doesn’t care about labels. House parties and nail polish occur.

Genre: teenage!phan AU, fluff

Warnings: mentions of alcohol & a few swear words

Word Count: 7.7k

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BTS Reactions: Their GF being obsessed with mermaids.(Rapper Line)

Namjoon: Namjoon would find it funny and cute but he would find it embarrassing at times. If you guys go anywhere, you would wear a shirt from The Little Mermaid or sing anything from your favorite mermaid show and he would be embarrassed.

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Yoongi: Yoongi would straight up think you’re a weirdo. He would judge you silently and out loud. He would probably be embarrassed to even be near you. He would also probably tease you about it since he never shows his emotions that much. If you guys go out in public and you’re wearing mermaid merch, he would keep his distance as much as he can.

Originally posted by mn-yg

Hoseok: Hoseok would find it super adorable. Even though he wouldn’t be into mermaids like you, he would do anything just to keep you happy. He would buy you mermaid merch and movies. He would fangirl with you every time you watch The Little Mermaid or any mermaid move/show.

Originally posted by jjibooty

Kain lengthy read time.

I’m doing this to get this out of my head. Out of the way and to more or less clear some air since apparently I’m the biggest bully.
So here we go kiddies. If ya wanna block these types of post, do so by blocking the tag #shutting down GBL bs

Lesson 1:

☠ Do not believe Arcy sob stories. Do not believe the GBL is full of vile humans. Do not believe Tantrum is a power hungry individual (Claims Arcy made mulitple times) & Most of all do not believe we FAILED/Split/ Lost touch.


☑ GBL might not be around for people to challenge, but we have a closed server where those who were part of it, still talk, joke, share memes, talk bout life.
We do have a public server where those who want to keep touch with us and be part of the nonsense we talk about can join in.
☑ We did not fail in the way people assumed. . Or think. Or its spoken of. life took the time away from those who were part of it. Life got hectic for many. Life was just life. So it was decided to shut down but we are still family.  Hell, thanks to the GBL I made friends with the other GA bloggers and honestly, it helped me so much with getting into the community and being more active. It helped me feel welcomed as a new GA.
☑ We are still friends & I consider them my family that I will defend to the end of time.
☑ We were/ Are nothing like TapuGA. Nothing against them, they seem like cool people.
TapuGA was a giveaway blog full of mods from the GA community.
GBL STOOD FOR GIVEAWAY BLOGGER LEAGUE. Let that sink in. Got it? See the difference? One was a giveaway blog. We were a league. 8 Gyms. 4 Elites. 1 champion. A LEAGUE. Followers challenged us. Got gym badges & A box of shinies we made when they beat the champion. We did not do giveaways. Separately, on our GA blog, we did, but never on the GBL. We were not that. So lets stop the comparison? WE ARE NOT.

Lesson 2:

do not send hate ON ANON. Do not bully. DO not be part of the problem. DO not belittle someone on anon. Do it OFF ANON like an adult. Dont be that asshole. Kain (hey thats ME) Will not stay silent anymore about Arcy toxic behavior. KAIN (HELLO AGAIN!) Will no longer stay on the side line while she continues to abuse others, Talk ill of family/GBL, Bully literal children in the GA community, USE HER MENTAL HEALTH AS AN EXCUSE FOR BEING A CUNT. Kain (IM STILL HERE, HELLO) is such a bully. Kain is just a huge liar. Fuck that guy. KAIN GET OVER IT. (MMMMM Nah my dudes)


If you want to be high, mighty, adult, cool, what have you- Send hate off anon. Do it in MESSENGER. Do it off anon, so maybe the person you have problems with can talk to you privately. Mayb sort out your problems. There are two sides of EVERY story and what Arcy says is not true/ Factural/ THE FULLY STORY. OOOHBOI HERE I GO AGAIN LAYING DOWN HER FAULTS.

Now lemme rant & maybe clear shit up.

“Kain you’re such a hypocrit, WHY DON’T YOU DO THAT WITH ARCY/ HER HIVE" 
Dearest followers. I have. Dearest followers who are probably literal babs/ new to this whole ordeal I have tried contacting them, never with hate. or ill intention . Instead, with a mere ‘FIX’ to their hate. To make them see their faults. The problem with their one side 'story’  With truth. Guess what I got? Ignored while they continue to slander my family. While they continu.
In actual truth: Tantrum had nothing to do with my attempts. Or knew of my attempts. Instead many of the GBL told to give up cause what’s the point in trying to 'correct’ children. But did I? Not at first. Cause I believe children should learn from right and wrong. They should not be rewarded for bad behaviors, bullying, lying. But it never worked. Instead, their followers/ friends did just that. PRAISED ARCY. PRAISED HER FRIEND FOR HOW SHE 'ACTED’ towards people who meant no harm. 

Arcy mentality is that of a kid. Arcy ego is that of a child that was given too much praise and never told wrong. Never taught that horrible words leave scars. 

yes I am aware. Before I realized I could not stand her misjudged hate- Ive spoken to her a few times about it. BELIEVE ME, Many of the GBL talked to her about her problems. WOW. WE’RE SUCH BAD PEOPLE FOR TRYING TO HELP SOMEONE WE ONCE CALLED A FRIEND.
I have my own mental problems. We all do. Do we use that as an excuse to be terrible people? No. To bully? No. Start drama? NOPE. Be toxic/ Use toxic behaviours? NO.
Her? Clear signs show: YES. i get it. problems can make you dumb things, illness can make you do dumber things. But does she own up to it? Apologize? Realize what she’s doing???
NOPE. All the times I’ve seen it pointed out. Asked for an apology. Told what she’s doing wrong- She ignores it/ Snaps at the person/ Told she’s right and everyone else is wrong. USES HER PROBLEM AS A CRUTCH. AS AN EXCUSE.

Now. you’re still gonna call me a bully though I’ve said multiple times I never bullied or sent hate. Even if I did, I was an adult about it (did ya know I’m an adult and actually think like one??? MMM???? SURPRISE!)

I tried so many times to be open minded, less salty, anger towards Arcy and her group. Cause still, once upon a time we were friends. Once upon a time we joked, got along, had little chats about relate-able things. Course, ya know what changed that. She told her side of the story- which by the way isn’t the truth. As someone who was there for the discourse that occurred in GBL. that caused Arcy to be kicked - She isn’t saying the full truth. She’s twisting her side of the story. She’s making it seem like we’re at fault. We aren’t. Here’s another tidbit. The GBL discourse happened MONTHS- ALMOST A YEAR AGO. LITERALLY. It happened. It was solved weeks later. It was silent for a good while because GBL was recovering & we discussed things that went wrong and found solutions.
Arcy? She wasn’t. She continues to bring it up. Continues to say we were the wrong ones. Continues to talk ill of GBL. Want the drama to end with the GBL that isn’t even 'active’ She needs to be stopped. She needs to stop bringing GBL up. She needs to own up to the problems she caused WITHIN the GBL and get over it. Until then? I’m going to continue doing this.

I will cotinue to say: I am no longer silent. I will no longer be silenced. I will no longer let her continue to walk over the GBL name like we are dirt. We aren’t. Get to know us, get to know me before you make quick judgement. Learn the fully story before you side with Arcy. Learn the truth. Do not label this a call out post cause it isn’t. If it was - This would probably have more messed up things on it. Hell, if this was to be a call out post as you kids call it- I would tag Arcy in it. So she could see all the dirt and defend herself.
This is a post about as much of the truth as I can tell.  What I tried/Did and the result.
This is a huge lesson. Let it sink it. Now.

If you have to disagree with this? Send me messages. OFF ANON. Send me hate OFF ANON. Tell me you disaagree, tell me why you think arcy is right. OFF anon. So we can discuss it. I will not argue with you, but I will talk nicely with you. I will listen to you. I will point you in th right direction.

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highlight of the day: listening to grown men scream like terrified children while trying to solve puzzles (x) (loud warning!!)

Imagine Wanda going into your brain while you’re sleeping and telling Bucky everything HYDRA has done to you

A/N: I know it isn’t that long (or good) I’m really really sorry. Please forgive me <3

Wanda couldn’t help it. She had wanted to know so depserately why your smile seemed so bright, but you had nightmares when Bucky was gone. She wanted to know why you could go from silent to loud, happy and sad. She wanted to know why you chose Bucky. And so did the rest of the Avengers-including Bucky.

The Avengers were watching Spirited Away, it was one of your favorites from when you were a little kid, Snuggling into Bucky’s chest, he draped the blanket from your guy’s tangled legs, to over your chest.

Smiling at the warmth, you look up at him. Studying him. His eyes were a hypnotic blue, contrasting against his dark, raven colored hair.  Looking down at you, his eyes glittered. 

You bit your lip in admiration for him. “How’d I ever get so lucky to be with you.” I ask. He chuckled and shook his head, his hair that wasn’t tucked behind his ear swaying. His right hand starts petting your hair while at the same time pushing your hair closer to his chest, making you listen to your heartbeat, 

Bucky kisses the crown of your head confessing, “I ask myself the same question all the time. I love you.” Bucky knew you loved it when he told you that. After for so long feeling unloved, it was almost unbelievable to feel it. Especially with such an amazing person like Bucky.

“I love you too.” you hummed, getting lured to sleep by the sound of his heartbeat.


“She’s asleep.” Bucky whispered.

Suddenly, Natasha paused the movie while everyone jumped up to crowd around you and him. Bucky’s protective instincts kicking it, pulls you closer into with with a steady glare shot at the Avengers. 

Wanda kneels down next to the couch, in front of your snoozing face. She moves her hand to brush back your hair, but Bucky’s glare makes her stop. “You do understand Wanda, that if you fucking hurt her in any way-” “Yeah, you’ll kill us all. Buck…we all need to know. She needs help.”

Bucky nods his head in agreement, lowering his eyes to you, his body immediately softening.

Wanda’s eyes grow sturdy and narrow, trying to focus on her best friend’s mind. Her shaky, pale hands turn a bright red as she goes into your head.


All these memories. They were screaming at her. Black, dark, mossy green, the constant flashes of blood stabbed her mind. Her ears go deaf and burn at the same time as the eerie silence of high pitch screams, basically tear through her bloodstream basically it feel as if blood was coming out of her ears. Her feet start to curl at the nerves biting into her flesh. Her hands trembling in a corwardly fear of her breath being knocked out of her.

It was over processing. It was all coming at  once but she couldn’t focus or tolerate a single imagine. It was too much.

“AHHHHHHHHHH.” Wanda screamed, throwing herself away from the couch  and into Clint’s arm, cradling her like a baby.

Then the room went silent. Pure silent. No one dared to speak, just flickered between the asleep Y/N and the shaking, sobbing Wanda. It was about ten minutes of pure silence before Wanda could form a word.

“T-T-T-That’s f-f-fucked u-up. T-They d-din’t dare d-do that to me o-or Pietro. T-The other o-one would’ve killed them.”

“Do what?” Bucky growled.

“They abused her entirely. She loved the moon-they threw her into a closet-like cell with no windows. Just blinding lights, like the sun. They beat her up everyday, to weaken her. She spit blood. No problem, maybe another kick would make her stop. Everyday. They eletrocuted her family away, her life, her memories. They choked her until she passed out. They abused her in o-other ways too. Its unspeakable. They tortured her everyday, and she lost her soul. I-I never seen something that f-fucked up. A-And I’ve been in all of your guy’s minds.”

The others began talking but Bucky couldn’t hear through the tears that were streaming down his cheeks, and the blood rushing to his ears. He coulndn’t breathe, he couldn’t think. He just looked at his little angel getting hurt and felt his heart shatter at the idea of you crying.Of losing you. 

His voice suddenly cut through everyone’s. “I’m gonna fucking kill all of them. I’m going to rip out their hearts and let them die slowly. They’re never going to know sanity again, I promise you. I’m gonna make them rot in hell.”

Wanda looking at his clenched jaw and hearing the threats that came out of his mind gulped, “B-Bucky, don’t do anything stu-”

“I’m not. I’m gonna do the best damn thing I ever thought of. No one touches Y/N, except me. No one.”

silent streets are paradoxically loud
when it’s just you among houses filled with sleeping people
you just think to yourself about what they may be dreaming, what may be keeping them up at night, how you may never know or interact with them
but that’s the greatness of it
it’s just you alone with your thoughts even though you are surrounded by human beings
your voice becomes loud and the street captures your uttermost attention