there is no one more perfect

Ladies and Gentlemen...  the moment you’ve all been waiting for... The Shawnblr Awards...

Before I begin, I would just like to give a huge congratulations to all of the nominees- your work and talent is not overlooked no matter the results!!! Just about every category was neck in neck by the end (like literally by one or two votes in some cases)!!!!

So without further ado… 

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Andre Burakovsky #2

A/N: OKAY because of the awesome response I’ve been getting from part one, all thanks to @carey-pricemas I decided to post part 2 today as well. So here it is, part 2 of my Andre imagine. I really love this story so far, so I hope that you guys do to. 

Warnings: none 

Word count: 2148

Originally posted by th3littlemermaid14

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anonymous asked:

Hi I was uh wondering what inspired you to make this AU? It's so wonderful and cool! How where you so confident about posting it?!

Honestly, I never planned on making Luresong XD I had so much fun drawing the first post of it and people seemed to enjoy it too, so I made some more. The ideas for what to happen just kind of came to me while I took walks and listened to Lilo and Stich music, and after the third post I decided if I was gonna keep drawing it I should give it a name (so people aren’t like whats that one mer au??)… So the Luresong tag was born! 

Don’t be shy to give your au a name and just start flooding your own tag with your drawings. Its pretty fun actually, and don’t wait till everything is perfect or planned, just start posting your work!

Something that I’ve found kind of interesting about the tablets you find throughout Hyper Light Drifter is… well, here; look at one.

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Meant to Be
  • Lafayette x Reader
  • Modern
  • Requested by anonymous
  • Request: So I’ve had this idea for an au soulmates thing and was hoping you could maybe write it? So you know the whole “the first thing your soulmate says is on your arm” thing? Well, what if this set of soulmates had like a group of mutual friends and they were introduced but never actually /spoke/ to each other and this keeps happening and their friends are hella upset bc they were sure they were soulmates? And then they’re just chilling and final speak, if it could be lafayette x reader I would greatly appreciate it!

A/N: Here’s another one. I think this could be better but I wanted to give you something. I’m sooooo close to being free to write. Just not yet. Friday is the end of classes. Anyway, I’m at 3,000 followers!!! Thank you guys so much!!! And now, enjoy!

Word Count: 2,114
You tugged your sleeve down. You figured if you covered the words on your arm, you could pretend that they weren’t there or they were something different.

Non, mon amie.

Alexander helpfully informed you that they were French. That didn’t help anything though. You were left with the information that your soulmate was French. That wasn’t helpful at all. The words on your arms were the first words that your soulmate would say to you.

Non, mon amie

No, my friend

The first words your soulmate ever said to you was calling you a friend and also denying you something. Perhaps you were thinking the worst is because it was your habit. You worried about your soulmate not being perfect because then you wouldn’t focus on the fact that he was French. Where were you supposed the meet a man from France?

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the only person jin allows physical contact with (when doing a private show) is RM, bc, ya kno, he got a job to do who’s got time for dignity nowadays.
and although jin is pretty much trained to perfect his homme fatale facade and shove his real emotions into the back of his mind, everytime they get touchy-feely a chorus of 50,000 kazoos playing the 20′s equivalent of bring me to life goes off in his head.

Imagine Chris discovering just how much you love him. (Part B)

A/N: Part 2B, yo! I know I left you with a bit of a cliffhanger, but here it is; the notebook. 💕 (I’ve decided to make this my regular time to post now, just to catch the time zones.) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A)

Chris Evans, if you are reading this then I somehow managed to get this notebook to you on my graduation day. I don’t know if you’ll read the whole thing, or if you’ll read this first page and throw it away thinking I’m absolutely insane. I don’t know because as much as I’d like to think I know you, I don’t and I don’t know if I’ll ever be lucky enough to. So let me just give you a quick rundown on what’s in this notebook, or what I’m planning to write in it.

Chris could hear your voice when he read your words; he could always hear your voice, and it always made him smile. He couldn’t believe that you’d think he’d throw away the notebook after reading just the first page. Whether or not he knew who you were- he would’ve let his curiosity take hold of him and read the whole thing from cover to cover. After that, he’d find you because if he fell for you through your mini series- he would’ve fallen for you through your innermost thoughts and feelings. He stopped thinking and continued reading, letting your voice speak to him again.

I guess I should introduce myself first to make this a little less weird. My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I’m- well, I’ll be twenty-two when you read this, but I am currently nineteen. As I’m writing this, I’ve got my acceptance letter into UCLA in front of me; I’ll be starting my first semester in January and I’m both terrified and excited to start this part of my life. The reason I’m telling you all this is because you are the reason I applied for UCLA in the first place. Without you, I would still be stuck in my comfort zone a million miles away from where I want to be. Without you, I wouldn’t have done what scared me. Without you, I wouldn’t be one step closer to fulfilling my dream of being a screenwriter. Whether or not you choose to read this whole thing, I want you to know how grateful I am towards you. I need you know how thankful I am for helping me move along in life. I promise that my first Oscar will be dedicated to you and everything you didn’t know you’ve done for me.

Chris rested the notebook page down on his lap and he ran a hand over his mouth as he fought the urge to tear up. Every time you thanked him for helping you get to and through UCLA, he got teary eyed because you were always so genuine with your gratefulness and appreciation. Now he accepted the thanks that helped you get through UCLA because he was there for you; he was your friend, then boyfriend, then fiancé while you were studying. But he didn’t even know you when you applied and got accepted, you could thank him all you want but he’d never claim the credit for helping you. He didn’t understand how- no matter how much you tried to explain it to him, he still believed he was just one of the pieces. Like with or without him, you would’ve eventually done something with your talent and gone to UCLA anyway. Every time he said that, you had to fight the urge to show him the notebook. You needed him to know everything so he’d stop brushing you off and crediting you for something that wouldn’t have happened without him.

He picked the notebook back up and continued to read.

Let’s see, the journey starts with my gap year. I took a gap year after I graduated from high school, unlike most of my class and school mates who knew exactly what they wanted to do and where they wanted to go. I had no clue, and when people asked me what I wanted to do- I found myself lying. I told everyone what they wanted and expected from me, but it made me feel like a fraud. I tried to find myself- to find a path I wanted to walk, but I always came up empty. As a kid when I found myself feeling lost or alone, I turned to writing because when I wrote- I could be whoever and do whatever I wanted. I could hide behind my words, drift off into a place far from everyone else- far from myself. I didn’t have to think or pretend because nothing bad happened in my stories, it was always perfect. Writing was an escape for me, it was my safe haven. And that, Chris, was where you came into play.

He loved the story of how you started writing about him, as did Sebastian and Ava. Why? Because you only started writing about him because you were writing about Sebastian and wanted to have a little bit of a love triangle happening. It was incredibly amusing and it was something he- and everyone loved teasing you about. But of course, the reason behind why you stopped writing about Sebastian and started writing about Chris and only Chris as your main love interest- that was too sweet to let even the hilarity of how you started ruin it. You said, and he could easily quote it because it was one of his favorite things ever, “the more I wrote about you, the less I wrote about Sebastian and the harder I fell for someone I didn’t know. You were perfect, Chris Evans. To me, for me- I couldn’t write about anyone else anymore.”

The notebook thoroughly explained everything, it said it all; how great an inspiration he was to you, how talented you thought he was, how much you’d love to work with him one day, and how much you truly loved him- but that came near the end after you started dating him. It was basically a journal, but instead of talking to yourself- you spoke to him. It became less formal and more casual as your relationship with him progressed, it became moments he missed that you wanted him to have and anecdotes of how you knew he was the one for you.

A personal favorite- of his and yours- a moment that secure feelings on both sides, that promised a possible lifetime together actually happened before the two of you dated. The day you skipped class and spent it with him, at Burbank and the Dolby Theater. It could’ve been considered a first date, except you went as friends, but it was still one of the most memorable days you’ve had together. It said so in your notebook, and even told him that was the moment you knew you’d fallen for him. Like actually fell- not as a fan, but as a girl who wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with a boy.

I just returned home after spending the day with you in Burbank and at the Dolby Theater, Chris, and I’m going to write everything that happened down now. I’m not doing this because I’m afraid we’ll forget it, I’m doing this because I want you to know exactly when I fell for you; today. Not you as in actor, Chris Evans. I meant you as in Chris Evans, the guy I always believed you were. The more time I spend with you, the more I realize how accurate I was about everything. You are as kind, as thoughtful, as sweet, and definitely as romantic as Fan fic Chris. I don’t know if we’ll ever be something more than just friends, but this is a feeling I want to share with you. I love you. I am in-love with you. To me- you are the one, and- Have you heard that song ‘One and Only’ by the Adele? Well, when I listen to that- I think of us, and more importantly how I feel about you. Now I know you’re not completely oblivious to my affections; you are a smart man, and you’ve read my mini-series. But until you tell me otherwise, I won’t be acting on anything. I can’t lose you as a friend, and I’d rather have you in my life than not have you at all.

Chris felt this eyes narrow slightly, 'One and Only’ by Adele. Had he heard it before? He didn’t know if he should continue reading, or listen to the song before he did. He was curious about both. He decided to continue reading first, he was already nearing the end. The last few entries detailed: the day after you got together, the trip to Boston, the rough patch, the proposal, the long weekend, and even the dinner you two had with Sebastian and Ava. He smiled when he read about the play fight you had out on the grass under the stars. He was glad you loved that moment as much as he did, that you thought it was worthy of being mentioned.

When all was read, he closed the notebook and hugged it to his chest. He was definitely going to keep this in a safe, safe place where no one but him could get to. He felt closer to you, and he fell deeper in-love with you. He didn’t have a doubt before about marrying you, but this somehow made him even more sure about the future he had with you. Neither of you were going anywhere, this was going to work out until you were both old and gray. He was sure of it, as were those who’d seen the two of you together.

Chris carried the notebook with him as he made his way over to your clutch where your phone was. He pulled it out and searched for the song, 'One and Only’ by Adele. He found it, grabbed his earphones, then walked to sit back down in his original spot on the couch. He closed his eyes and allowed the music to engulf his thoughts and feelings.

You’ve been on my mind
I grow fonder every day,
Lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face
God only knows
Why it’s taken me so long
To let my doubts go
You’re the only one that I want

I don’t know why I’m scared, I’ve been here before
Every feeling, every word, I’ve imagined it all,
You never know if you never try
To forgive your past and simply be mine

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I’m worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance
To prove that I’m the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts

If I’ve been on your mind
You hang on every word I say
Lose yourself in time at the mention of my name
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close?
And have you tell me whichever road I choose you’ll go

I don’t know why I’m scared 'cause I’ve been h-

Chris pulled out his earphones before the song could finish, and boy were his tears rolling. If that was the song you thought about when you thought of him, he was overjoyed to have done what the song asked. He couldn’t imagine what his life would be like if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be as happy and felt as loved as he did when he was with you. He understood it now, understood how much you truly loved him and why you always thanked him for finding his way into your life. He placed both notebook and your phone down on the coffee table then headed upstairs because he needed to see you and reciprocate the great love you carried for him.

He wiped his tears as he opened his bedroom door, soon to be yours too. He stood in the doorway and watched you sleep with the help of the soft lights in the hallway. God, did he love you with everything he had. He was ready and wanting to start the life you’d both talked about extensively. He quietly padded across the room, shushing Dodger who whined as Chris gently pushed him off you. He leaned over you and gently tucked his arms under your body, lifting you off the mattress to press you against him for a warm hug. You stirred in his arms and he gently drew his head back to smile at you before kissing your forehead.

“What are you doing?” You groaned, tired and drunk. “Chris, stop,” you whined and pushed your palms against his chest; he chuckled softly and released you from his arms. “What are you doing?” You quizzed again, blinking at the light peeking in through the ajar door.

“Nothing,” he shook his head. You felt your head pound as you turned, burying your face into your pillow. He remained hovering over you then sat down beside your hip, running his hand soothingly up and down your back. “I just love you.”

“Love me in the morning,” you mumbled into the pillow then fell right back to sleep.

“No,” he whispered with a smile, readjusting your hair so it wouldn’t tangle with your necklace. “I think I’m okay sticking to my original plan to love you every second of every moment of the rest of my life.” He leaned over and kissed the back of your head, smiling when he remembered the last paragraph he read in your notebook.

Honestly, Chris. If I don’t become a success in Hollywood; if all I’m known for is being your wife and the mother of your children; if that is all I can achieve in this lifetime, and any lifetimes after, I’d be perfectly contented and at peace with myself. Why, you ask? Because, my love, that is the greatest accomplishment one can achieve: to love unconditionally and earn that in return. So don’t fret if I don’t complete my goal of becoming a screenwriter because you are all I need now.

“The feeling is mutual, Y/N.”

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Overwatch Men: Reaction to S/O Being a Burlesque Dancer

I keep forgetting I made a poll and am supposed to be writing these. <D

Also, electro swing music is the best inspiration music for this headcanon set.



  • Big German teddy bear can’t handle this information
  • He blushes just from thinking about it
  • When you invite him to a show, he goes solely to make sure no one gets too rowdy
  • He totally doesn’t go to watch you just to watch
  • And he totally doesn’t sit right in front of the stage to watch
  • And he totally doesn’t get all flustered again
  • And he totally doesn’t freak out when you toss one of your large feather fans to him
  • Or your skirt
  • After your performance is over, he does meet you in your room
  • To give you a progress report, not to get all blushy when you tease him for keeping your skirt but not the fan
  • He may or may not ask for you to dance for him sometime that’s not in front of a bunch of other people
  • He totally doesn’t freak out and change the subject when you offer to dance for him right there on the spot


  • He was hella jealous when you told him because you’d been doing this for a while and he’d had no idea
  • However, after the initial shock is over, he almost begs you to put on a show for him right now
  • (I did mention in an earlier post that one of his favorite fantasies is his s/o stripteasing/dancing for him so oh boy)
  • You tease him by acting all innocent
  • Also you don’t have any of your equipment or costumes or music here at home, so how could you possibly give him a proper show?
  • He’s legit devastated
  • And then you invite him to one of your shows that evening
  • Boy howdy
  • He’s as the edge of his seat and completely mesmerized by you
  • You move so gracefully and confidently
  • Also you threw the tight-fitting jacket that hid a sequinned brazier under it, so bonus points for that
  • He shows up to every show from them on
  • Afterwards, he comes to your dressing room and either rails you there or drags you home to do so


  • He’s so interested in this
  • Not even in any sexual aspect; he just thinks it’s exotic and fascinating
  • Of course, he has you confirm that it’s safe and that you’re enjoying your time doing it, just to make sure
  • He also would love to see you perform, so he probably plans to surprise you at one of your shows sometime
  • Not gonna lie, the boy’s sensors get a little warmer when he watches you up on stage doing your saucy thing
  • He’s absolutely mesmerized by your movements and the big feathered fans you control with ease to hide the most intimate parts of your body
  • Tbh, you’re pretty much a desirable but untouchable god and he’s very pleased that he’ll be the only spirit worthy to touch you once you’ve left your pedestal


  • When you first tell him about it, he’s quite interested and asks if you’d show him some of your steps then and there
  • You do but you show him exactly that, just a few steps
  • Then you invite him to come watch a show so he can get the full experience
  • He’s basically Zenyatta and McCree combined in this situation
  • He finds you angelic and and absolutely gorgeous
  • But he also wants to view exactly what’s behind that satin robe that you keep partially slinking out of, then shying away
  • Be prepared to buy some burlesque items to keep at home so you can give him personal shows before he ravishes you


  • You have to explain to him what it is
  • While explaining, he probably pops a halfer as his thoughts begin to run
  • You’re a bit iffy about inviting him to a show but you do so anyway
  • You warn him that if he doesn’t behave, he doesn’t get to see your burlesque work ever again
  • After that conversation he probably has you pinned up against the nearest wall
  • At your performance, he does behave decently
  • He gets a bit snarly with a couple of his fellow viewers when they get a bit rowdier than he’d like
  • But after he gets a warning, he sits pretty from then on, if not a bit sulky
  • He also rounds up literally every item you discard to keep for himself
  • After the show he comes to pout to you
  • He’s a bit upset that people have gotten to see you perform before he did
  • But he eventually gets over it


  • Can he perform with you sometime?
  • He’s not even joking
  • He thinks he’d be a pretty damn good burlesque dancer himself
  • Either that or he could create a mix tape of smooth beats for you to create a routine to
  • Otherwise, he supports you wholeheartedly
  • He thinks your confidence up there on the stage is sexier than anything you’re wearing
  • And he tells you so after the show’s over
  • He probably comes to you the next day with several mix tapes he’s designed for you


  • Not gonna lie, he’s not a fan
  • Not because of your profession but because he’s possessive and think he’s the only one who should be allowed to see that much skin of yours
  • He’ll ask you if there’s not something else you could do but, of course, he doesn’t try to stop you
  • If you get upset by this, he apologizes and explains himself and his discomforts
  • He goes to your performance the next time you have one and becomes an unintentional bodyguard
  • No one’s too rowdy, most just quietly marvel
  • He himself gets pretty impressed
  • Also you’re just so prettyyyyy 
  • Look at his little piggy go, strutting themselves around on stage
  • After the show he comes to find you and apologizes again for being rude, then says you’ve proved him wrong
  • Then he asks you politely before stealing some of the burlesque equipment to take home


  • Ah, it bring him back to his playboy days
  • Except you’re his romantic partner and not just some fling he’s going to have later, which makes the experience all the better
  • Awed by your performance but he’d also not except any less from his perfect s/o
  • Will probably ask to help/dance with you during your practices, which usually ends up with you both just grinding all up on each other
  • Which is fine


  • He gets a little flustered and even more so jealous
  • He’s a little upset that you waited to only tell him now and that it’s been going on for a while already
  • He’s pretty pleased when you invite him to come watch one of your performances though
  • When he comes to watch, he hangs back and watches from the shadows so he’s not really noticed by everyone else
  • Throughout the performance, he shadows up behind viewers he doesn’t like and threatens them via a smoky cloud by their ear
  • Needless to say, the population in the building has dwindled a bit by the end of the performance
  • He cheers and whistles the loudest when you’re finished performing though, which scares the shit out of some people who didn’t know he was behind them
  • He’s overall very proud and impressed

Soldier 76

  • Thank god he’s wearing his visor instead of his glasses during the moment you told him about your profession
  • Otherwise, you would’ve gotten a great view of his beet red face
  • Just the thought of you doing some saucy moves in a showy, revealing outfit was enough to get the old boy pretty hot and bothered
  • Of course, he forces himself to get his shit under control
  • Shame on him
  • When you invite him to a show, he gets shy and flustered again
  • He says it’d look creepy for an old man like him to go to a performance like that
  • You have to reassure him and tell him that you’d absolutely love for him to be there 
  • If he does stop by (which isn’t a 100% possibility), he watches from the back
  • At the same time, he has to be somewhat close so his cloudy vision doesn’t effect his watching too badly
  • You’re probably the most beautiful things he’s ever laid eyes on, though that’s always been the case
  • Instead of staying and watching it all, he probably leaves halfway through to sneak into your dressing room and surprise you when you get finished
  • He just kind of greets you with a hug and a small kiss (he’s still a bit flustered), then tells you how wonderful you did
  • After you’ve changed and get ready to leave, he gives you his jacket and offers you his arm
  • Also he may or may not have taken a couple of those fancy fans
Sweet Sleep || Oneshot || Wonwoo

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Word Count: 851

Genre: fluff, oneshot

Summary: Wonwoo coaxes you into a sweet sleep, after a hard day. 

A true love story is one that you can’t put into words. It’s soft touches. It’s meaningful looks. It’s tentative ears and sweet smiles. It’s the light tickling of the heart. It’s quiet pillow talks. It’s a gentle kiss on the forehead after a hard day and a warm hug on the coldest days of winter. It’s feeling reassured just by having them by you. It’s a feeling like flowers blossoming and butterflies flying. And it’s the feeling that everything is perfect. Everything has fallen into place.

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anonymous asked:

Thank you for answering my ask so fast!! I've only been here for a couple days but I already feel so welcomed I love it 💕💕 I do have ANOTHER couple questions though for you or your followers: what's a bias? What in your opinion are their best songs? Can you rec me any iconic videos/performances I need to see? Who are your favorite bts tumblrs? And who is hitting those goddam high notes hooooo BOY







those will be good accounts for you :)



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we all know Cory has big hands, but surprisingly, smol Robin's chest is rather wide as shown with Cory's hands on it. with these beautiful men, this show is quite artistically sexy without a single silly sex scene.

Ugh Cory’s hand are so big and gorgeous yas :(( And yes very sexy!! As I’ve said before I think Gotham would have been better off with a higher rating! Like Dexter would be perfect! More sexy time and blood! I mean this is Gotham city we’re talking about. 

I know this was a setup pose but, ugh POSSESSIVE ED! 

Also ofc my fav Possessive Cory over Robin. #HANDSOFF #MYKTTY

David: I don’t care about potential or innocent lives. I want my perfect organism, and I want that race to die. Just make that happen.

Walter: I won’t do it! I can tell you with certainty that there are things on that ship worth protecting!

David: What do you know about the human race?!

Walter: Apparently more than you! You…CLOD!

i like spoilin’ you.

J on AO3 asked for: Steve getting upset over burning dinner.

Steve had planned it all out. He wanted to make the evening special. It was their 1st anniversary in the 21st century, a year after they’d officially began a committed relationship to one another. He’d set the table with special plates and cutlery, glasses and wine. There was soft music playing in the background and candles were lit. Everything was near perfect, he just needed to fix up their dinner which was proving to be more difficult than expected.

Bucky usually did the cooking but Steve wanted to surprise him. Bucky insisted on doing a lot for Steve, he liked to provide for him – bought him clothes, gifts, especially art supplies and paints. He bought Steve books, records and weird little artsy things he wanted. But Steve never asked for these things, Bucky seemed to notice him looking at something and the next thing, Steve would have it. Steve tried to tell him it was too much but Bucky was insistent, they hadn’t been able to do this, afford the things they could now and he wanted to provide a home for Steve.

Bucky was very much the dominant inside the bedroom and outside. And Steve loved it. Craved it. Needed it to breathe, but he wanted to surprise Bucky. So, he was cooking. And he’d burnt it. He was so upset, he hadn’t noticed the door to their apartment opening.

“Stevie?” Bucky rushed over to pry Steve away from the kitchen, which was now full of smoke. Steve hadn’t even noticed, not past his tears. “Stevie, look at me, baby. Are you okay?”

Steve sniffed and shook his head, “I messed everythin’ u-up.” He made a disappointed noise as the remains of their dinner was burnt to a crisp.

“Oh, baby doll. No, no, it’s okay,” Bucky gathered him into his arms and let Steve hide in his neck, “it’s okay. I gotcha. It’s okay. You’re so sweet, honey. I love it, everythin’ you do. Such a good little boy, aren’t you?”

Steve whined and shook his head, “I messed dinner u-up. Burnt everyth-thin’.”

Bucky cupped Steve’s face and kissed him softly, “no you didn’t. Oh, baby you’re so perfect. Please don’t cry, love.” He kissed Steve’s tears, licking up their paths down Steve’s cheeks. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart. I’ll sort us somethin’.”

Steve whined again and pouted, “but I wanted to do somethin’ for you.”

“Stevie,” Bucky said, moving him to the sofa, so that he could open the windows and turn the gas off. He then turned back to Steve while the apartment aired out and sat next to his sweetheart, “you always do things for me. But I like spoilin’ you. I like treatin’ you to things and makin’ you dinner. I like feedin’ you and knowin’ that I made your belly all warm and round with my food. Okay?”

Steve sniffled and nodded, smiling a little, “I love you.” And then he climbed onto Bucky’s lap and nuzzled into the brunette’s neck.

Bucky smiled, by God did he have the sweetest baby, “I love you too, sugar.”

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry I must take issue with "you only have yourself", ed, darling: 1) you saved his life and healed him AND WANTED HIM TO GUIDE YOU BECAUSE HE IS A NOTORIOUS KILLER 2) he helped him as mayor because a) he loved it and b) oswald was perfect for it 3) oswald is scary good at finding allies EDDIE PLEASE 4) oswald "just yourself" cobblepot WAS the only person who actually understood him: "HES THE ONLY ONE" 5) you took drugs because YOU WERE ALONE WITHOUT HIM Edward Edward Edward come on....

LITERALLY ED KNOWS ALL THESE THINGS. Ed is letting his ego climb the tallest ladder, and luckily Oswald is able to have more control over himself and his group whereas Ed is all “GUYS WE NEED TO FOCUS ON PENGUIN SCREW THE COURT.”

anonymous asked:

what should you do when you show multiple signs of multiple things, but not enough to be diagnosed as one certain thing. what do you do when your therapist doesn't even know whats wrong with you.

hi anon,

ugh, that sounds really tough. this is one of the issues with the DSM- people are far more complicated than it (which is ironic, given how unnecessarily complicated the DSM is). 

Diagnoses are not real. They are attempts to explain a set of phenomena observed in people. Even though the DSM is based off of people, using decades of research and expert consensus, it still does not encapsulate every person’s mental health and mental health issues. There are people who fit just perfect into one category or another, which is what we want out of a diagnostic system. But far more don’t really fit in any one category clearly, and that’s not an indicator that what they are experiencing is not real, it’s an indicator of a flaw in the diagnostic system. Researchers and grant agencies have been moving away from using the diagnostic system for years in response to this. Ideally, we’ll figure out what process would work better so that clinicians can use that instead.

So what do you do, if the diagnostic system is not good enough at this point to explain what’s going on with you? I’d vote for mostly or entirely ignoring the diagnostic system, and instead focusing on you. What issues do you see? What do you want to change? If you had a magic wand and could make three changes to your life (not the world, your mental health and your life), what would they be? Translate those things into treatment goals and then use whatever the best approach is for those goals. Take care, anon.

Uzumaki Bolt

At first I was really indifferent about Boruto. He was looking a little bit too much like his dad, the looks, the name… He was strong from the begining, no trauma in his life, everything about him was so boring honestly.

But then he did that

Being caught cheating in front of your family, friends, the whole village… even in front of the one you wanted to impress ? That was truly disappointing and shameful. Naruto would’ve never cheated, even Sasuke who tried to kill everyone back in the time, did it with his own skills.

I was like Boi… I like that.

I like that he doesn’t have that perfect sense of morality from the start, he’s learning from his mistakes, it becomes way more interesting when the main character is not naturally a nice vigilante. Boruto is probably going to do worst than just cheating for whatever reasons in the future, I can’t wait to see how he’s going to handle all of that.

Little by little, I’m gettin attached to Boruto x)

05.23.17 – half love

I am tired of being the subject of half love.
When I am loved, I am loved like the tide; almost, almost hitting the dunes, then receding. That love is still enough to erode the dunes, though. Nature has no regard for “almost”.
You loving me halfway doesn’t mean you don’t love me. It means you’re afraid.
Half love has broken me more than any other kind of wound. No broken bone or harsh word has the power to rend like this does.
Knowing that I’ll only ever be somebody’s “almost” (almost perfect, almost good enough, almost worth loving all the way) has broken my heart a thousand times ove.
Being the subject of half love is like being caught in a rip current; you’re being pulled out to sea while in full view of the shore, and no one can hear you shouting over the waves.
The sky is beautiful and blue and the water is warm but you’re panicking because you’re just out of your depth; so near to safety and solid ground, but still being relentlessly pulled to isolation and uncertainty.
Half love has dropped me out of the clouds with no parachute and into the wild ocean. As the tide comes in, I am dashed against the rocks, and my soul fractures and shatters on impact. All the pieces of me go flying and I am forced to collect all my ghosts.
Sometimes I’ll think I’ve got them all, but ultimately I know I’ll never be whole again because every once in a while a piece of me will run by and whisper their names before vanishing into smoke.
I will never be complete again.
I am haunted by my missing pieces.
(It is because of them that I’ll never be alone.)