there was no way else to do it

decisions (pt. 2)

summary; shawn and y/n see each other after weeks and months of missed phone calls and unanswered texts, but when they finally find a time to talk, hearts only continue to get broken.

PART ONE

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It had felt like a stab in the back, but you couldn’t seem to pull the knife out. Shawn had chosen his girlfriend over you, and you couldn’t deny the obvious: you felt betrayed. You so badly wanted all of this to be a nightmare and to run into the arms of your bestfriend, but you knew that was no longer an option. 

The past three days have had you consumed with trying to get a hold of Shawn, begging for him to hear you out. Your heart told you to leave him be and to hate Shawn, but you couldn’t even will a finger to do so. The six going on seven year friendship between you and Shawn was too valuable to give up without a fight, but it was hard fighting a battle single-handedly. You might’ve been mad at the moment, but as much as you hated to admit it, you couldn’t ever get yourself to fully hate Shawn.

Luckily for you, Ian, Geoff, and Matt had been over at your house trying to comfort you since the night that everything blew over. You were initially surprised how they sided with you knowing how close they were to Shawn, but you were grateful for their support nonetheless. They’d check up on you, bring you food, and gave you the company that your heart so badly needed. The three were like the older brothers you never had.

“Seriously, thank you guys so much for doing all of this,” You gestured to all of the snacks, drinks, and games they brought over to you face.

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Green Eyed Monster.

Request from anon:Would you be interested in writing a Bucky x Avenger!reader where someone in the group convinces everyone to go to a club and the reader surprises everyone with her outfit and suggestively dancing with someone and Bucky gets jealous, yanks the guy off her and takes his place? And maybe it ends in smut (implied or graphic, I’m good with either lol).

Note: Apologies for the delay in this post. Also because my mind has been all over the place lately can you please let me know if I forgot to add you to my perm tag list? Thank you! <3

Jealous!Bucky x Reader

Words: 1,660

Warnings: Very mild language, flirting and implied smut….think that is everything. Let me know if I need to put anything else.

Disclaimer: GIF used is one that I made <3

This was a stupid idea. A REALLY stupid idea. It had taken you long enough to socialise properly with those you now considered your family and now you were being dragged out of the tower…..to a club no less! A club that had quite the reputation if you remembered correctly and it wasn’t one you wanted to indulge yourself in either.

“Nat….I’m really not up for this.”

“You’re not getting out of it [l/n] so don’t even try. I know there’s a party girl in there somewhere and I am determined to bring her out into the open!”

“WE are determined to bring her out.” Wanda’s voice soon sounded out from the other side of your bathroom door as she waited along with Natasha for you to get yourself ready. “….and I know that there is a little part of you that is excited about this….”

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MBTI: Fight Club Quotes

INFP:  “If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic”

INFJ:  “The lower you fall, the higher you’ll fly.”

INTJ:  “We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are”

INTP:  “Losing all hope was freedom.”

ENTP: “I don’t want to die without any scars”

ENTJ: “May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.”

ENFP:  “Marla’s philosophy of life, she told me, is that she can die at any moment. The tragedy of her life is that she doesn’t.”

ENFJ:  “ You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.”

ISFJ:  “ You are not your job, you’re not how much money you have in the bank.”

ISTJ:  “ You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.”

ISTP:  “Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer.”

ISFP:  “ You had a near-life experience”

ESFP: “it’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything”

ESFJ: “I am Jack’s inflamed sense of rejection.”

ESTP:  “Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.”

ESTJ: “The things you used to own, now they own you.”

Play pretend - Bucky Barnes

Summary: In order to accomplish your mission Bucky and you have to pretend to be married. 

AN: I have decided to rewrite the old “fake married” and this is what came out of that. I’m thinking there will be more parts, but i’m still not sure how many yet. This took a while to write so keep that in mind. That’s all. Hope you guys like it. x

Originally posted by gliceria


“We have suspicions that a couple in this town,” Steve pointed to the huge screen behind him, “has ties to the crime organisation KIRA. We are worried they might be planning an attack.”

The meeting room was filled with all the Avengers and Steve who was assigning new missions.

Steve grabbed two files, “Here is everything we know about them.”

“Y/N and Bucky,” you straightened up at the sound of your name, “ you will be going on an undercover mission. All further information is also in the files. You leave in 2 days.”

Steve threw the files over the table in your directions before moving on to the next mission.

You quickly flipped through the files to get an idea of what the mission entailed. Essentially what you would have to do was pretend to be married and gain the couple’s trust and figure out what they are planning.

You glanced over at Bucky trying to access how he felt about this but all you got was a brief unknown emotion quickly replaced by a reticent look. You didn’t know what you hoped to see, but not being able to read him threw you off. Hopefully, he wasn’t cursing Steve out in his mind for assigning the two of you on the same mission.

“Dismissed.” Steve ended the meeting and you let the thought slide as you left the room.

The day had passed by in the blink of an eye and the halls were lit up with bright fluorescent lights that made your tired eyes squint in pain. You hurried into your own room, quickly slipping out of your workwear grabbing an oversized shirt laying nearby. You grabbed the file, slid under the duvet covers, and were ready to study it until you knew everything by heart.

You would be going undercover as Lisa Wright, a 24-year-old, known for being charitable and always volunteering at events. Bucky would be going undercover as Jared Wright. The recently married Lisa and Jared were currently trying for a baby and had decided that moving to the suburbs would be the best environment for a family.  

Pretending to love someone would forever be one of the hardest parts of going undercover. People were quick to notice, subconsciously, if something’s off. You had to sell the act or else everything would fail.

You read the next page of the file containing all the information they had gathered on the couple so far. Amy and Daniel Williams had moved to the town two years earlier from an unknown location. Further information about their lives could not be found suspiciously. They were involved in all of the town’s events and had quickly snaked their way into the town community. It was now up to Bucky and you to gather more information that could possibly incriminate them.


The next day was spent preparing to leave. Furniture and other knick-knacks were taken care of for you and would arrive with you to the house. All you had to do was to fill some suitcases with enough clothes that would look realistic. You packed the usual housewife clothes like summer dresses, knowing you would have to blend in. Sifting through the clothes you had been sent took longer than expected and by the time you were done it was already evening.

“Who’s ready to eat some pizza?” Wanda and Nat didn’t wait for you to open the door but let themselves right in. Wanda carried two large boxes of pizza and threw them down in front you before gracefully sitting down on the armchair. Natasha came in seconds later carrying a bottle of wine and three glasses.

“I guess I am.” you laughed helping Natasha put down the glasses on the small table before sitting down on the couch. You reached out to open the bottle pouring the liquid into the glasses.

Working top secret missions and risking your lives on a daily basis took a toll on you. Friends weren’t something you got easily, the worry that they would be targeted stopped most of you from forming any. The girls had been a pleasant surprise and nights like these could almost make you feel like a normal woman.

“So what does your mission entail?” Wanda asked curiously.

You took a sip of your glass before answering, “I have to pretend to be married to Bucky so we can gather information.”

Natasha raised her eyebrow smirking over the rim of her glass. “Bucky, huh?”

“Stop, don’t make it something it isn’t.”

“The two of you do look awfully close…” Wanda added remembering all the times she walked in on the two of you sitting close laughing together.

“We’re just friends. Good friends.”

“Very good friends, indeed.” Nat didn’t miss the flush that crept over your neck as you grabbed a piece of pizza trying to change the subject.

“What about you guys?” The girls let the topic lie, letting you off the hook for now.

You spent a few hours just catching up with the girls and relaxing before it was time for bed. Tomorrow you would be in a completely different town pretending to be someone else possibly endangering your life. When you would be back was unknown but hopefully, it would be soon.


The house looked like it came directly out of a movie with its white picket fence and gorgeous garden. The surrounding houses looked exactly the same and fit the picturesque town. 

“Where do you want this?” One of the men helping you move pointed to the couch.

“Oh, just in here.” You lead the way showing him to the living room. You were almost finished getting the larger furniture into the house so you started unboxing the boxes to the kitchen.

Bucky was currently upstairs assembling your new bed. The bed the two of you would be sharing. Sleeping in together. Oh boy. The girls might have been correct about the two of you being close. But this would bring you into entirely new territory. 


The house started to look put together after a few intense hours of unboxing. There was still some boxes left but those would have to wait till tomorrow. The downstairs was almost done and just needed a few personal touches. 

“Doll, are you ready to eat? I made us dinner,” Bucky asked sticking his head around the corner so he could look at you. 

You followed him through the kitchen to the small dining room. “You made lasagna?” you exclaimed delightfully.

“You told me once it was your favourite,” He shrugged casually.

“I can’t believe you remembered” You gave him a soft smile, “Shall we?” 

You both sat down and Bucky began cutting into the lasagna. You gave him your plate silently and soon the two of you were eating peacefully. 

“I saw a few curious neighbours looking through their windows when I was outside,” Bucky said. 

“Well, they probably haven’t seen new faces in a while,” you wiped your mouth carefully with a napkin. 

“It is a small town, “ Bucky agreed, “I’m sure tomorrow someone will come knocking.”

You hummed, “This is probably the last night we can be ourselves without having to worry about being bugged.”

“Well, let’s enjoy it then.” He raised his glass in cheers. 

“To a night with no worries.” You repeated clinking your glasses together. 

The rest of the night was uneventful. Bucky somehow got the TV to work so you spent a few hours watching a movie before you decided it was time for bed. 

“I’m gonna go to bed,” you told Bucky getting up from the couch. 

“I’ll be up soon,” he responded.

You changed into some of the nightwear you brought with you and after finishing your nightly routine you slid into the newly made bed. By the time Bucky joined you were already half asleep.

“Goodnight, doll,” he whispered putting the duvet that had slid off over you again. He paused for a moment before you felt his hand brush some hair back. He laid back down with a sigh. Tomorrow all your troubles would begin and hopefully, you would both come out of it unscathed.

“Don’t Go” (Trust Issues part 2)

A/N: it’s here! hope you guys enjoy it and i’m sorry for keeping you waiting!
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word count: 2,908
feedback is always greatly appreciated!

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“H”, she started, carefully nudging his feet, making him look up at her and reply with a low “hmm?”

“You don’t seem oka-“

“For God’s sake, Y/N!”, he spat at her, immediately getting up from his lying position. “I told you I’m fine! Didn’t I?!”

“Yes, bu-“, she didn’t know what to do. The change of the mood around the room and his now loud voice were way too sudden for her liking.

“But what?! Huh?!”, Harry was fuming.

“I just want to help! And you know it! Just let me in! Please! Will you ever do that?” She was desperate by now and if she weren’t as invested on Harry’s every movement, she would’ve noticed the tears pricking at her eyes.

“Just get off my case, would you?! God, you’re so annoying…”, he finished, and even though he murmured the last part more to himself than to her, Y/N still heard it.

“No! Harry!”, she was exasperated, standing up from the couch as well and trying to ignore his last few words. “You’re not fine! You’re not okay either! Just cut the crap, already, yeah? I just want you to talk to me, is that too much to ask for?!”

Harry could literally hear the despair in her voice but he couldn’t stop now.

She was hurt. Hell, she was breaking. The one person she looks out for the most is shutting her out in a much harsher way than usual. He had never yelled at her. Never said those rude things to her either. She felt so small in front of him that she didn’t know what to do. She felt as though all of her effort and attempts were going down the drain, as if they meant nothing.

“Yes, it is! Just leave me the fuck alone for once, yeah?! Isn’t it clear yet that I don’t want you here?!”, Harry said and before she could say or do anything else, he walked out the door with a loud slam of the door, leaving her alone on the couch, crying her eyes out.

Deep down she knew he didn’t mean the words he said — God, she prayed he didn’t— but boy, did they sting in her heart. Y/N’s mind was divided. Did he mean all of that? Does he really want her out of his life and gone? She really didn’t know but she wasn’t ready to give up on him just yet. She could tell that behind all of that strong facade he had built up in front of him, he was asking for help. Hell, he needed help.

On the other hand, she loves Harry so dearly. Y/N often finds herself thinking and considering his feelings more than her own. She wanted to see him happy and if she needed to walk away from his life in order for that to be happen, that’s what she was going to do.

She was torn between the two options she had. Did he really mean all of it and does he really want Y/N out of the picture? Or did he say all of it simply because he couldn’t handle the pressure and didn’t know how to react?

Y/N didn’t want to make any mistakes either. She didn’t want to leave if he really didn’t want her gone and she didn’t want to stay if he did not cherish her company anymore. So she decided to wait—wait until he got back from whatever place he went to. They were going to talk.

-

After what felt like days since he was gone, although it was merely 2 hours, Harry was back home — his house, though.

Y/N had gone to his apartment to gather some of her belonging scattered around his place. She never moved in with him — he never asked her to and neither did she — but she still had some stuff left at his house — some t-shirts and sweatpants, for when she’d spend the night, as well as a toothbrush and other belongings like that.

All in the while he was gone, he never gave her a call nor sent her any texts. Harry didn’t answer her calls either and that was all the confirmation she needed. At this point, Y/N was just plain insecure. The heat of the fight they just had, the harsh words thrown at her and the fact he only ignored her attempts of reaching out to him only added up to that pile. She figured he really wanted her gone, so she decided to drop by his flat to get some of her things and wait until he got home — that is, if he got home; she really didn’t know.

Her heart jumped as she heard the door close softly behind his heavy footsteps. Her heart was racing so fast and her head was on the brink of spinning like crazy. Y/N’s heart shrunk with the anticipation of the moment yet to come. She was certain this would be one of her last minutes spent with him and although she didn’t want to be thinking about it now, she couldn’t help it. Her happiest memories were made with him by her side. She wouldn’t bare the pain to see him go.

Had he acknowledged her presence yet? Would Harry even want to talk to her at all?

Her trace of thoughts was interrupted as soon as Harry entered his kitchen. His face held a very stern expression and she knew what was to come. At the sight of him, Y/N’s heart felt even heavier than before and, in attempts to ease up the situation, even if just slightly, she pulled a chair out and motioned for him to sit.

At that, he indifferently glanced at the chair and turned his gaze back to her, pretty much ignoring her invitation for him to sit down with her.

“We need to talk.”

Y/N took the deepest, yet shakiest breath she could as to prepare herself for the moment that was to come — although no deep breath would ever manage to make her feel ready for this. In response, she only gave him a shy nod — she couldn’t find the strength in her to actually speak.

Harry lead them out the kitchen and headed to the living room, where both of them sat on different couches, opposite to each other so they could still look at the other.

“So,-“

“I was thinki-“

They immediately shut their voices when they heard the other speak and, Harry sensing Y/N was slightly embarrassed, let her go first.

“Um… Well, I was-… How can I say it..?”, she was lost in her own words. How was she supposed to tell him that she’d leave if that’s what he wanted even though that was the last thing she ever wanted to do? How was she supposed to just walk out the door and never turn back? “I thought about um, what you said and I- well, I figured that I’ll leave if that’s what you want. I also wanted to apologize for making you feel pressured. It’s obvious that you don’t want to-… be open with me and I have to respect that.”

She gulped hard when she finished, surprised with the fact she hasn’t cried yet. However, it was still noticeable — at least to Harry — that she was way more than just nervous. She kept her gaze down to her fidgeting hands most of the time she spoke and he could also hear her voice shake. She also stammered as she spoke — something he noticed she did when she was anxious and scared. Y/N, though, thought she was doing a great job at hiding how affected she had been with this whole situation.

Feeling the silence around them eat up at her, she immediately looked up to Harry, who was silently starring at her. Y/N felt so small in front of him, specially when his gaze was starring right through her and with that frown upon his forehead. If she had the strength to run away right here and right now, she’s sure she would have run off already.

Once again, the silence — the lack of response, to be exact — was all she needed to confirm her thoughts. She had to leave. Harry wanted her to leave.

But how? No- I mean, how? Should she give him a hug? Thank him for her best and favorite memories and 9 months she’s ever lived? Or straight up just walk out? How does one even say goodbye to a loved one like that? She didn’t know what he wanted. There was no way she could — she wasn’t exactly a mindreader.

“Um… I should probably go then…”, as soon as she got nothing but silence in return, she stood up and reached for her bag. Y/N was on full silent-sobbing right now and she didn’t even try to cover it up. She didn’t find the strength in her to do so.

Truth be told, she’s never felt weaker than she does now. Y/N feels as though her heart is being stomped on repeatedly, over and over again. She feels her brain begging, screaming at her for her to stop crying, for the pain is too much. She feels her eyes sting with all of the tears she’s let out and her stomach twisting. She can’t stop though, and she knows she won’t any time soon. So she just lets it go — all of it.

What she doesn’t know, however, is that Harry was silent not because he wanted her gone. Harry was silent because he didn’t find the words in him. His brain was at a thousand miles per second, where every possibility and outcome ran through his mind — including every worst case scenario. What was he supposed to do?

He wanted to apologize. For everything. Looking back now, bow did he even find in himself to call her annoying? Or ask her to leave him alone? Y/N had mentioned to Harry once or twice that being called annoying is probably one of the worst things someone could call another. Perhaps it is because of the fact that ‘annoying’ can cover a lot of things — from the way one speaks to the way they act and their personality or character. Y/N had never liked the term itself either. It just sounds aggressive to her.

He knew all of it, then why did he do it? Harry admits he didn’t think through his words, or else, they wouldn’t be on the spot they are now. But still, why did he say such harsh things to his Y/N? Nothing would ever justify those words.

When he told her he wanted to talk, he meant that he wanted to apologize, to try and make her understand why he has real bad trust issues. He wanted her to know that it was nothing personal and that he wanted to try talking about his feelings and emotions — his pain, specially — with her — that is, if she still wanted him around, of course. But now, he sees that all she has in her mind right now is how personal it is that he doesn’t want to talk to her and how much he doesn’t want her presence. Hell, if it were him on her spot he’d think the same too. He’s literally been silent since she began speaking.

However, as soon as he heard the front door click open, he immediately shot up from his sitting position on the couch. He absolutely hated how his perception of time was much slower than reality sometimes. Who knows? He could’ve been too late and lost her for good.

He got to the front door just seconds before she stepped out. Fearing she’d magically disappear, he stuck his hands out and held her upper arm tightly — not enough to hurt her —, stopping her from leaving his house — from leaving him. As soon as she turned back around, behind the puffy eyes and red spots on her beautiful face, he still saw how surprised she was at his actions. Hadn’t he just indirectly said he didn’t want her anymore?

“Wait! Don’t go…”, Harry said.

But what got to her was that he didn’t just say it. He meant it. Y/N swore on her life her knees almost collapsed at the tone of his voice and the expression on his face. Could she be wrong, after all?

“What? Why not?”, she blurted out.

Harry’s heart broke at how she sounded: so hopeless and broken. And unfortunately, he was the one who did that. He was so caught up onto his own pain that he ended up causing it to someone else; not just someone else, but his Y/N. He was so focused on shielding himself from any harm that he ended up harming her delicate, loving heart instead. And that’s why he promised himself and to everything that’s most precious in this world that he wouldn’t do it again. Only he knows how much it hurts to see her like that.

And to make matters even worse for him? Y/N wasn’t even mad. There was no hint of anger or irritation upon her delicate features. She was just… sad. And heartbroken.

Harry realized that she must’ve had so much respect for him that she took him into consideration way more than she took herself. Not only that, but she was also willing to prioritize his happiness over hers. After all, she was leaving because she thought that was what would make him happy and whole again; even if that wasn’t what was right for her.

“I’m sorry. God, I’m such an idiot, I’m so sorry, Y/N”, he let go of her arm and took her hands into his, instead. “I never meant any of those words. Never did and never will. And specially, I don’t want you to leave. Please, don’t leave me. Stay, please, love. Stay…”. At this exact moment, all he could think about was trying to make her stay. He wanted her to see his part of the story too.

With a silent nod, she re-entered the house. As soon as the door was locked, Harry immediately wrapped his arms around her frame and hugged her as tightly as ever.

“I love you. I love you. So much, love. Please, let me explain. Hear me out.”

She teared up at his words even harder. They had never exchanged those words before and now that he said them, she didn’t know what to do. What if he brought her back inside so they could talk like proper adults and later he actually asks her to leave? Her mind was racing and she couldn’t stop herself from thinking all of this was over — that they were over. Also, should she repeat those words at this moment? She knows she loves him too. A lot. But is this the right time? Tired of debating with and against herself, she decides to save them for another hour. They needed to talk.

Leading both of them to the couch—the same one, now—, he sat as closely to her as he could. He wanted her to know how serious he was about those three little words and how much he meant every single word he was about to speak.

So he began. And he told her everything. From what made him so closed off to people, to what had recently made him upset and act the way he did. He had shared with her every piece of his that he hadn’t shared with anyone else in a very long time. And Y/N had been even more understanding and loving in response than he thought she would. Not that Harry thought she wouldn’t give it importance or would just brush it off, no. But she never ceased to surprise and amaze him.

She is too kind for this world he often finds it hard to understand. But that is just the way she is. And he loves every bit of her.

Their talk was rather emotional and she still managed to make him cry even a bit harder. With words of assurance, she told him she’d be there for him through everything and all, through the bad and the worst and through the good and the best. Harry also made a promise to himself and to her to never let it get that bad again. He was going to try to open up more to her.

And just from what he had shared with her tonight was enough to make him feel as though a whole building was lifted off from his shoulders. He felt as light as a feather and relief wouldn’t even begin to describe the feeling in his heart. Harry was forever thankful for Y/N and he was going to make sure she feels as appreciated and loved as she deserves on every day ahead of them.

-

Their talk had ended just a couple minutes ago and they were now just intently looking at each other with a small smile tugging at each of their lips. Pulling her closer to him, the both of them closed their eyes and breathed each other in, mostly enjoying their presence and company.

“Harry?”, she lowly said, interrupting the silence.

“Yeah, love?”

“I love you too.”

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it’s important to remember that…

Aquarius is a fixed sign. They are stubborn and opinionated, their way is always the right way in their book. They are steady and self reliant, they are willing to work patiently towards their goals. They are persistent, they want what they want and are going to get it. Fixed signs are determined, reliable, and persistent.

Libra is a cardinal sign. They are ambitious and enthusiastic, they have a gentle way of leading and guiding. They are very clever and love to start new projects and relationships, they love new things. They have leadership qualities, even though they aren’t the typical ones. They have a more gentle approach. Cardinal signs are energetic and they take initiative. 

Virgo is a mutable sign. They go with the flow, they do whatever everyone else wants. They are resourceful and love to learn. They see every element of a situation, they see each side. They have a want to be liked or seen in a good light, it is unsettling to them when they aren’t. They like to please people, they are selfless and helpful. Mutable signs are versatile, resourceful, and flexible. 

Dreams

Originally posted by ttoxxicperson

Everybody dreams, if you don't you're probably not completely sane.

Here is a list of things in dreams and their meanings. The grammar probably sucks but I tried  :,)

If you’ve got a question dont be afraid to ask.

Abandonment: you are frightened that someone you care for is going to leave you. Are you being selfish or are you doing enough to keep their affection?

Alphabet: you’re worried about your own or someone elses education

Absent friends: you have a guilty conscience about old friends. Maybe you should do something before its too late. Maybe a psychic warning

Abundance: rich is coming your way

Accidents: It could be a warning. Be careful

Accounts: you’re worried about money. Maybe you should think about your economy a lil bit ay?

Accusations: life is prolly gettin difficult for ya

Ace of hearts: olala somebody is in love with you

Ace of spades: money is coming your way.

Ace of clubs: your luck will get better

Ace of spades: you need to work more so you can be successful

Acid: Be careful. you’ve proly pissed someone off.

Acorns: If you work for it you’ll get good luck

Acting: you are not being you, you’re not satisfied with yourself/your life. Change it!

Adventures: Obviously you need adventures asap

Aeroplanes: you're maybe flying too high financially or socially

Affections: You need more love or you need to give more love.

Alligator: this is a person who dislikes you. Be careful

Almonds: a symbol of fertility and patience.

God/Gods: you are not as near a god/gods as you need to be. learn about the eternal

America: you may find more success abroad, maybe have you thought of emigrating?

Amulet: do you dream of a luck amulet? then seek out one and wear it.

Ancestry: you are failing your ancestral traditions. Discipline yourself better.

Angels: there are spiritual froemds who wants to guide you to a successful and happy life.

Bees: if they fly around you this is a sign of success but if they sting you it’s something bad.

Bells: good news on its way to you

Black cats: Luck symbol

Black dogs: if they’re friendly it is a lucky sign but if they are not it is a bad sign

Blizzard: well done, you’ve gotten yourself into trouble, ask for help.

Blood: your or someone elses health is in danger.

Boats: your dreams of travel will come true soon

Books: either you’re studying too hard or not enough

Burglary: this is a warning to take more care of your belongings

Cabbages: you’re too sedentary

Cabin(locked in a): you are being too careless and you’re likely to get into difficulties if you dont make more efforts

Candles: A candle being snuffed may betoken the death of a person who has helped you.

Cards(playing/games/poker etc): you need to be more practical

Cheese: you need more proteins

Clouds: you are creating difficulties for yourself

Coffins and funerals: one part of your life is over, a new life is opening up

Comets and falling stars: sudden change of luck.

Corn: fertility

Death: like the tarot card.(new beginnings)

Diamonds: something beautiful will always be yours

Edge(like a cliff or something): chill m8, you’re running into danger

Eggs: a pleasant surprise. But if you drop the eggs you’ll lose money.

Elephants: a sign of good fortune or growth in wisdom

Envy: someone is envious of your looks or abilities

Falling: if you don’t put in more effort your ambitions will fall

Fire: Could be a prophetic warning or guidance that something in your life is getting out of control

Flies: your health is in danger

Floods: Good fortune awaits you in later life

Fog: somethin is slowing you down in life

Forests: peace of mind will be yours(unless you’re lost or some shit like that)

Fountains: you have lots to learn boi

Foxes: someone is trying to trick ya

Ghosts: friendly reminder that death is inevitable ;)

Grass: a symbol of peace and forgiveness

Harvests: expect good fortune

Keys: secrets will be explained

Lions: look at Leo in a horoscope

Maze/labyrinth: you’re losing direction in life. seek spiritual guidance

Oak trees: Mystic wisdom.

Rats: be careful

Rocks: Don't let obstacles defeat you

Roses: symbol of physical and spiritual love

Spiders(web): have patience, my friend, patience is key

Have fun trying to understand your dreams with my shitty explanation post.

-M.J

anonymous asked:

Dating Draco would include?

Originally posted by strongerbloger

  • you would be the Dynamic Duo™
  • The Sarcasm
  • he’d spoil you so much
  • he’d give you so many gifts
  • you’d have to work up to pda
  • he’s afraid of getting hurt and you had to do a lot of work to have him open up
  • once he trusts you he’ll come to you for comfort
  • you’re his happy place
  • he’s your happy place
  • he’d embarrass you all the time with cute super extravagant romantic acts
  • passing notes in class
  • slow kisses
  • he was an amazing listener
  • no one else was able to comfort you when you were feeling down
  • he’s the jealous type so his arms would always be around your waist 
  • you two were inseparable 
  • roses
  • you’d get roses from him everyday
  • but only one a day until you make a bouquet 
  • he’d present you with one a different way each day
  • sometimes you’d find it in you bag with a note attached
  • or he’d give it to you by the black lake
  • it’d be the cutest thing ever
  • you both had promise rings
  • yours is gorgeous and very extravagant (I mean it’s Draco what else do you expect)
  • he called you princess 
  • you were his princess and he treated you like it 
  • he respected you unlike a lot of the other Slytherin boys 
  • he respected your choices and never questioned them or asked you to do something you were uncomfortable with
  • Narcissa loved you
  • Draco always went to her for advice
  • you and her were pretty good friends
  • she wants you two to get married one day
  • he’s super protective
  • you took lessons in confidence from the man himself
  • candle lit dinners
  • he’s a perfectionist so he tried to make all your dates perfect
  • you love him so much and he loves you
  • matching tattoos seems like a ting he would do
  • I can’t think of any more for now so yeah
Submission: Switch Up

So amusing thought. We all know that Ino is to Sakura what Sasuke is to Naruto. So what if we took their stories (NOT their personalities) and just…swapped things around…? Imagine this:

Sakura is an orphan, outcasted by the village for reason’s unknown (maybe in this world, she’s the jinchuuriki, maybe it’s for a different reason). So her goal is to become the best Med-Nin in the world, and FORCE the village to acknowledge her (maybe she also wants to become Hokage, maybe not, it’s a bit of a toss-up at this point). She’s got the smarts, the control and the willpower to do it, but has never has a friend in her life or any family to speak of. 

Enter Ino, a traumatized clan orphan who watched her clan get slaughtered (Maybe the Yamanaka clan in this AU are what the Uchiha were to the village a la cannon. Powerful for their mind-control powers, but feared all the same. Maybe instead of the Sharingan being the catalyst for nine-tails attack, it was a Yamanaka who somehow managed to enter the mind of Kurama). I have no idea who does it, but maybe it’s someone close to Ino. Broken and alone, she pushes herself to the limit in an attempt to be stronger, to kill and avenge her clan. Her goal? Kill the person who took everything from her. Nothing else matters. (That’s not true. In her heart, she knows all she wants is to have a family again).

So of course they get put on the same team, why wouldn’t they…and sparks fly.

How could they not, with personalities so similar but so different at the same time. They’ve both been left behind by a village that was suppose to protect them. Left in the dust by a broken system, left to pick up the pieces of their broken lives. Both just want a family, friends to laugh with, a shoulder to cry on. But they go at it in different ways. Sakura gives life. She’s a medic, of course she does. She’s gonna save as many lives as she can, and prove to the world that she is more than her past, more than whatever it is that makes people look at her in disgust and fear (even if she has no idea why). Ino is the avenger, she brings death. It’s all she’s ever known, how can she not? She’s gonna kill who ever took away her world, and if someone stands in her way? She’ll get rid of them, one way or another. 

They hate each other. They hate that they can see themselves in the other’s eyes. A sad, lonely child looking for a place, a person to call home. They are enemies, they are rivals…and somewhere along the way, they become friends.

Of course, cannon events still happen. Ino leaves the village, Sakura tries and fails to get her back. Ino becomes a missing nin, while Sakura claws her way up and becomes a hero. Ino still triggers the Fourth Ninja War, and Sakura still chases her relentlessly. The final epic battle is not between two overpowered boys with the power to level villages, but two overpowered women with enough power to destroy a world and a half, and the brains to do it with style. 

………………

I’d imagine things would go…differently. Of course, there’s still a matter of if everyone else keeps their roles or if that’s mixed up too, but hey details. (Also, I think the idea of Naruto and Sasuke being best friends since childhood, but also rivals in love would be…amusing, to say the least. It’d be even funnier if the object of their affection were Ino (because Ino and Sasuke switch roles) or Sakura (because you know…Team 7), who both either 1) do not have time for this shit, or 2) are too gay for this shit.

Lili’s tweet…

Personally when I saw it, it didn’t even cross my mind for one second that it could be seen as inappropriate. Then I saw someone else comment about how it could be seen and thought “oh shit, they’re right!”

Obviously Lili was the same as me, the context she meant it in was nothing at all to do with race. She didn’t even think of it that way at all, so of course meant no harm with it. However, now she has realised how it could be offensive, I love that she hasn’t just deleted it, but owned up to her mistake and apologised immediately for the misinterpretation.

That’s why I love her, she owns her shit and doesn’t hide away from her mistakes. I know people are still going to slate her for it and use it as another reason to call her ‘problematic’. That makes me sad, as she’s anything but. She made a silly, unintentional mistake and owned up and apologised immediately. Give her a break.

anonymous asked:

Can I ask for some art advice? I'm a super beginner and proportions are the bane of me, in both realistic and cartoon attempts. How do / did you practice proportions? Did you have to work at it a long time until you were happy with it?

this dude does a good demonstration, and covers more than just faces:

he explains it in a way that makes you realize everything is relative to everything else. something he doesn’t really cover however, is using a grid to help you better grasp how things are proportioned to help you better understand how to change them to fit what you’re doing.

things is, i still struggle with proportions, and it’s largely due to old habits that i had. i would always elongate and make things heavily lop-sided, which is still something i struggle with when free-handing. i keep a straight edge or some sort of ruler in all of my sketchbooks now, just in case i feel something isn’t quite right.

Anonymous said:

First off, I love love love your stuff. Always makes me giggle. So thanks! :) I really like to draw stuff, and some days I do crazy stuff way out of my league and other days I can’t draw a square - the latter is really frustrating and makes it hard to keep drawing - if today happens to be a bad art day I’m afraid gonna hate what I draw. Do you experience this and how do you get through it?

thanks!

I DO EXPERIENCE THAT

something a lot of people don’t know is that i’m currently a chronic pain sufferer. it largely impacts my mood and ability to draw. i firmly believe that a happy artist is a good artist, and when pain gets too much, i go into Rage Mode and everything i make looks, to me, like garbage.

what i do to overcome it is just……enjoy the pocket. that time where you feel good, and you’re really into what you’re doing, find that pocket and live in it for a minute. you can’t always be on top of it at all times. some people take years-long breaks just to find the pocket again.

but you say you do “crazy stuff way out of your league”–realize that the crazy stuff you’re doing, that is your league. that’s what you do. what you made didn’t just happen on pure chance. that’s your art.

it’s ok to realize that not every piece is a masterpiece. i can’t begin to tell you the thousands of pieces that have been deleted, thrown out, and never shown the light of day.

Anonymous said:

Hey, Scout! Do you usually know what size canvas you want to draw/paint on or do you keep adjusting the size as you go along? Do you have any favorite sets of dimensions, or standards you like to work with? (I just keep adjusting mine as I go because I don’t know what I’m doing I guess?)

heya! i do normally know the size of canvas i’m going to work with. thing is, once you start creating pieces for print, your idea of concrete dimensions becomes a little more strict. you never know when something might take off, so you have to be ready to have it in a size suitable for printing.

comics are the only things i don’t really care what dimensions i have, but i work really tiny with them. especially post-episode comics! i always have a 500x900 72dpi canvas open in case i wanna whip up a quick strip

jennis41digsdragons  asked:

Do you think we will see Keith back in a lion? (Honestly, the whole 6 paladins, 5 lions question gives me anxiety because I want them all to have lions but Keith not being in a lion hurts my soul)

My thinking is that they’ll use the “we have more potential pilots than we do Lions” as a nice way to vary up their plots, since they have more flexibility for who’s where and what’s going on.

For example in s4e6, part of that plot hinged on Keith being able to sorta lead the charge and talk things over from the outside- which, wouldn’t happen if he was connected to a Lion and thus, stuck on Naxzela with everybody else. I don’t think Keith is gonna be Lionless for very long, because, if anything, s4 has shown us they’re reluctant to resign anybody to the sidelines of mecha fights for very long: Shiro’s hiatus as Black Paladin was shorter than I think anybody predicted.

Have faith they’re gonna work this out! It’s not like they wrote themselves into a corner by not having Haggar drag Shiro into the woods and take him out back in episode five. I mean, Keith himself said so- they’ll figure out how to make this formation work. Especially since this season showed us with both Keith and Pidge that the paladins are also taking more solo objectives. So I think what this is gonna come down to is we’re gonna actually be even more fluid- we might see other in-jokes like Keith in the Green Lion- or even never-before formations for the sheer hell of it, like maybe Lance and Hunk switching Lions.

Ultimately I think the formation they started with is where their hearts belong but as a team that works together there’s no reason their success should be limited only to optimal conditions. As Lance said so himself- it’s not a participation game, it’s war. They need to make sure who’s best suited to the situation is where they need to be- and that may not always be with their own Lion.

Sorta both, but not quite? Swap!Papyrus is much better at creating puzzles than Sans since he actually studied it; he’s also way more interested in puzzles — it’s something he’s actually passionate about. And Sans could use the time to clean or cook or train or do anything else instead, and that would be more productive.

So, really, it’s killing two birds with one stone.

He’ll notice in the retrospective, but, like I’ve said above, he gets to do something that makes him happy, so he wouldn’t really mind.

Actually, I’m pretty sure that even the original info for Underswap never said that they dropped those quirks — it only said that Swap!Sans enjoyed riddles and Papyrus pulled pranks. So I see zero reasons to take their original quirks away!

I’d Like That

Originally posted by edsgazebos

Anonymous Requested: I’m so happy requests are open! I’ve had this idea for WEEKS! Ok so it’s a Richiexreader, where the reader has a reputation for being a super aggressive fighter and they start dating cause Richie tried to pick a fight and was super witty so it impressed her. This doesn’t really make sense as I’m typing it out, but I really hope you can write it!

Pairing: Richie x Reader

Warnings: none.

A/N: I know this isn’t exactly what you wanted, I hope it’s okay.


Yet once again, Richie Tozier was making a fool of himself in class for the sole purpose of gaining attention. In all of your years of being in the same class as the class clown, he never failed to do the very same thing; make a fool of himself or someone else so that the class would laugh and he could feel pride that he’d gained a bit of attention on himself.

Now that wasn’t to say the boy wasn’t smart or couldn’t ever do anything else. You’ve been in Richie’s class (somehow) since grade three and over the years you’ve gotten to know him just a little bit. Over the years, over the times you’d been paired together for projects or had been assigned seats next to each other, you learned the boy was extremely smart. He had the brains for something much more but he just chose other because he thought that way he wouldn’t fade into the background.

Little did the boy know that that wasn’t needed, you’d never forget him; whether you liked to admit it or not.

The teacher sent Richie back to his desk with a ashamed sigh, as the class erupted in joyful laughter. You couldn’t help but notice the faint smile on his lips, the laughter of his classmates probably echoing in his mind proud-fully. Once took his seat next to you, you turned to him with an unimpressed glance, “you do know that’s not needed right?”

He furrowed his brows, the smile slowly slipping off his face. “What are you talking about?” 

“You don’t need to make a fool of yourself to gain attention.” You sighed, and Richie’s face fell as your words sunk in. “I’ve known you for a long time now, Richie and you don’t need to- to do that. I would never forget you, even if you just sat in your desk and worked.”

You didn’t say anything else or let the boy say anything, instead opted for turning back to your desk and continued working. For the rest of the class, Richie was oddly silent but you payed it no mind, just continuing to do your work. It wasn’t until the end of class and you were packing up your things did you finally notice that you’d changed something within the boy.

Just as you finished packing up your things, Richie made his way over to your desk. “Y/N?”

You straightened out with a curious glance, smiling over at the boy. You faltered slightly when you saw the pondering and concerned expression on his face, and with the fact that he’d been eerily silent, you wondered if you’d upset him. “Hey, sorry about earlier… if I upset you-”

“No you didn’t.” Richie quickly clarified, before glancing up at you. “Just made me think. No one’s ever really said that to me, or cared so much…”

“Oh.” You mumbled, folding your arms across your chest with a faint blush.

“I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime?” He asked, shocking you. Suddenly the Richie you knew shined through and he smirked; “teach me your ways.”

You laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind your eyes; “i’d like that.”

anonymous asked:

Since Hanzo can still carry on the Shimada line(whether for good or bad), do you think McCree would feel like Hanzo is wasting an opportunity by staying with him? How would Hanzo react if McCree tried to leave him so he can find someone else?

In regards to your first question, I don’t think this would be an issue for them. I assume surrogacy has come a long way by 2070 and can probably be cheaper, more common, and fairly practical compared to how it is nowadays. So if Hanzo and McCree are serious about being together, they can always find a surrogate to carry a child that is genetically Hanzo’s, thus continuing the Shimada line.

The real issue is whether or not Hanzo (or even Genji) would want to continue the Shimada legacy. They’re both still young enough to have children, but the problem lies with how they feel about carrying on the family name/genetics. I can see Hanzo having a child with McCree, but I can also see him being spiteful toward the elders/everything the clan stands for and ultimately refusing to carry on the Shimada legacy by providing the DNA for said child (i.e. it’d be McCree’s genetically), thus ending the Shimada line once Hanzo and Genji pass away. 

Ultimately, I hope Hanzo and Genji potentially being the last of the Shimadas is something Chu and the writers address. It’s something I’ve thought about a few times before and I think it’s worth exploring, even if it doesn’t involve any ships. It can simply focus on the brothers and how they feel about having kids, but considering Genji probably isn’t able to have them, I assume the decision rests solely with Hanzo. He’s still got some gas left in his engine, if you catch my drift. 

Unlucky | Bill Denbrough

rating: k (suitable for all ages)
warning: none.
pairing: bill denbrough x fem!reader (kind of??)
a/n: i just randomly got this idea and decided to write a paragraph for it. who knows, i might turn it into an actual thing?


You laugh, remembering something he’d said, and all Bill could do was smile. What else could he do? And in that moment, he swore he fell in love with your passion. Fell in love with the way your eyes would light up and how you fought a smile; a cute twitch to the side of your lips, that no matter the fight to hide it, was obvious. He noticed whenever you said his name you’d play with your hands, as if nervous. As if he would think wrong of you. As if you thought he wouldn’t like you. But he did. He definitely did. He liked you a lot, and how you didn’t see that, Bill didn’t know. You obviously really liked him, and that crushed Bill to no end.
Richie was the luckeist guy in the world.

okay that doki doki literature fan friday had some incredible slow burn going on that no one playing knew about (TOO LONG FOR THE HORROR TO HAPPEN BUT IT DO SEEM GOOD I’M EXCITED TO SEE MORE) but honestly?
i would 100% listen to dodger and jesse voice act over all and any visual novel games
especially because i kept forgetting dodger’s terrible russian accent voice and it was an absolute joy every time it came up and having her deadpan in it when jesse does his perv shtick
“you know… it is good to dream” -russian!dodger2017

Halloween Countdown: 8

Warning: mentions of blood, violence and sexual situations.

987654321Finale



You wake up to the sound of a piano.

The room is dark, but large and luxurious. You were sleeping on a queen-sized bed, and when you sit up your head pounds painfully, the room spinning around you. It takes you a while to get yourself out of bed as you stagger towards the door.


The piano is louder in the hallway.

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jily-lover  asked:

The way you pulled off Pansy and Ron was just simply amazing. I hope you do more Ron in the future because that was phenomenal.

(( OOC: Gah thank you so much! And thanks to everyone else for the lovely messages about Ron and Pansy… it was really fun to do two new characters, especially from an era I haven’t really explored.

Meet the Harry Potter rp-er…. who never roleplays from the actual Golden Trio era. Yup. ))