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Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

Hit Me Like A Ray Of Sun

“Bitty. Holy fuck.”

Bitty’s eyes fly open.

Ransom is only an inch from his face.

“Wake up, Bits.”

Bitty groans and holds onto the blankets but Ransom gets a good grip on them and rips them all off at once.

“Justin Oluransi I swear if you don’t let me sleep I’m never making pie for you again. I mean it. I need my rest. I was up late studying.”

Ransom snorts.

“I was to studying.” He only talked to Jack for ten minutes. Fifteen tops. “And if you don’t let me sleep for the remaining 25 minutes that I am allowed I am taking every single piece of dessert that I make here and bringing it to the LAX house. You’re going to ruin it for everyone.”

“Jeeze,” Ransom says with a roll of his eyes. “So dramatic. Just like your boyfriend.”

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How the Winter Soldier shot Nick Fury

I’ve been wanting to make a post about this for a while, even though I might be the only person invested in this, but anyway, here we go.

I’ve seen mentioned several times, in posts about the movie and in fics that the Winter Soldier shot Nick Fury through the window of Steve’s apartment, and every time it makes me groan in frustration because no.

The Winter Soldier didn’t shoot Fury through a window, he shot him through a wall, and I don’t know about you, but it seems like a pretty big difference to me.

(bullet hole in the wall!!)

When I saw the scene the first time, I remember thinking holy shit??? that’s crazy, and for me that’s when the Winter Soldier really became a real, terrifyingly good assassin, that’s when his image as a serious threat solidified.

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where are my southern witches at?

where’s the witches that make potions from sweet tea

or the witches that throw curses with a sunshine smile and a “bless your heart”

the southern kitchen witches who work magic into canned peaches and homemade biscuits

the witches from the bayou

the southern cottage witches who enchant their homes to be warm and inviting

witches naming their spells things like “mind your manners” and “y'all (don’t) come back now”

I have no idea if there are any witches who do that stuff, but it’s what I imagine my fellow southern witches might be like lol

I just want to get out of here. I want to call you and tell you everything that’s wrong and i want you to tell me that its going to be okay. I need you to tell me its going to be okay.
No te rindas / Don’t give up

No te rindas, aún estás a tiempo 

De alcanzar y comenzar de nuevo, 

Aceptar tus sombras,

Enterrar tus miedos, 

Liberar el lastre, 

Retomar el vuelo. 

No te rindas que la vida es eso, 

Continuar el viaje, 

Perseguir tus sueños, 

Destrabar el tiempo, 

Correr los escombros, 

Y destapar el cielo. 

No te rindas, por favor no cedas, 

Aunque el frío queme, 

Aunque el miedo muerda, 

Aunque el sol se esconda, 

Y se calle el viento, 

Aún hay fuego en tu alma 

Aún hay vida en tus sueños. 

Porque la vida es tuya y tuyo también el deseo 

Porque lo has querido y porque te quiero 

Porque existe el vino y el amor, es cierto. 

Porque no hay heridas que no cure el tiempo. 

Abrir las puertas, 

Quitar los cerrojos, 

Abandonar las murallas que te protegieron, 

Vivir la vida y aceptar el reto, 

Recuperar la risa, 

Ensayar un canto, 

Bajar la guardia y extender las manos 

Desplegar las alas 

E intentar de nuevo, 

Celebrar la vida y retomar los cielos. 

No te rindas, por favor no cedas, 

Aunque el frío queme, 

Aunque el miedo muerda, 

Aunque el sol se ponga y se calle el viento, 

Aún hay fuego en tu alma, 

Aún hay vida en tus sueños 

Porque cada día es un comienzo nuevo, 

Porque esta es la hora y el mejor momento. 

Porque no estás solo, porque yo te quiero.



Mario Benedetti
No te rindas


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Don’t give up, you still have time

to reach up and start anew,

Accept your shadows,

Bury your fears,

Free your burdens,

Fly again.

Don’t give up, that’s what life is

Continue the journey,

Follow your dreams,

Unstuck time,

Move the rubble,

And uncover the sky.

Don’t give up, please don’t give way,

Even if the cold burns,

Even if fear bites,

Even if the sun sets,

And the wind goes silent,

There is still fire in your soul

There is still life in your dreams.

Because life is yours and yours is the desire

Because you have loved it and because I love you

Because wine exists and love is true.

Because there are no wounds that time doesn’t cure.

To open the doors,

Take away the locks,

Abandon the walls that have protected you,

To live life and accept the challenge

Get back laughter,

Practice a song,

Lower the guard and extend the hands

Open the wings

And try again,

Celebrate life and take back the skies. 

Don’t give up, please don’t give way,

Even if the cold burns,

Even if fear bites,

Even if the sun sets,

And the wind goes silent,

There is still fire in your soul

There is still life in your dreams.

Because every day is a new beginning,

Because this is the hour and the best moment.

Because you are not alone, because I love you.


Don’t Give Up
by Mario Benedetti

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“We realize that we’re alone when we’re among people. When you feel that no one… among all those people is on your side.Loneliness can surge up, and it’s terrifying than anything else ”

I always thought that you would chase me if I ever left. I thought that you’d care too much to let me go so easily. Your pride just happened to be greater than your love for me, I guess. But love shouldn’t be prideful. As a matter of fact, I long to be the victim of a love that doesn’t know those sorts of petty limits. I wait to crest the tops of an affection so sweet, that distance isn’t an issue but too far is still too much. I want the love I share with someone else to be strong enough to support the weight of tears that were never supposed to be shed. I want the love I receive from someone to be what makes it impossible to feel so lonely, so desperate, anymore, to be what makes this bitter world warm.
—  🖤

popular tumblr post: don’t date or be friends with people who [trait i have because of my personality disorder]

me: :-)

Look at this dork. Doesn’t even know what game it is.

(Unmute!)

Things will work out when they work out. If they don’t work out the way you intend, don’t fret. It is probably a reminder that something needs change or attention. It’s another experience under your belt. It’s another lesson learned. Even the best fall down sometimes…don’t be so hard on yourself. Please don’t be so hard on yourself.