they have a lot more in common than they thought

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I thought this city would be a perfect place where everyone got along and anyone could be anything. Turns out, life’s a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means, hey, glass half full, we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. So no matter what kind of person you are, I implore you: Try. Try to make the world a better place.
                           Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you.

If Harry Potter had been sorted in Slytherin House.

In the first year, Harry Potter decides to shake Draco Malfoy’s hand when he first offered to be friends. Even though he doesn’t like to admit it, it is Voldemort that spoke for him at that moment. Immediately after, he’s sorted with the blond in Slytherin. They team up quickly and Harry convinces Malfoy that Snape is not the nice guy. Harry discovers how Draco Malfoy was raised by a racist family and fights a lot with Malfoy and his nasty comments because he knows what it is like to be rejected for something you have no control on. Harry (and Draco, though he doesn’t want to admit it) becomes friends with Ron and Hermione when they find Ron, by himself, looking for Hermione at Halloween. Draco and Harry were sneaking out, trying to find the troll for the lols of it and Ron was doing according to the canon storyline. The four of them don’t completely get along first, mostly because Draco cannot stand the mudblood, but after heated arguments and a deal on the quidditch field (”If I catch the snitch, and I will, before you make a single goal, Malfoy, you stop calling Hermione a mudblood.”) he finally accepts to keep his mouth shut and roll his eyes a minimum when they hang out with the Gryffindors. The four of them goes in the trap for the philosopher stone. Draco helps Hermione carrying Ron to the infirmary.

In the second year, by having a true friend, Draco jerk attitude gradually fainted. Harry and him, both understand each other without words ever needed. They also hang a lot with Ron and Hermione. Draco is always quiet when they are with them. He’s too busy rolling his eyes. Harry tells Draco about Dobby and Draco forces Dobby to stop trying to kill his friend and tell them about the Chamber of Secrets. They practice Quidditch together all the time. Draco complains about his dad a lot. They use polyjuice to spy on the teachers to learn more about the chamber of secrets, instead, all they learn is about McGonnagall’s wife. Draco and Ron are both with Harry in the Chamber of Secrets but are separated when Lockhart uses Ron’s wand. They let Harry go find Ginny and stay quiet for a bit. After a couple of minutes, they start talking and recognise that they have a lot more in common than they thought. They start arguing about their collection of chocolate toads cards.

In the third year, Draco was with Harry, in the train, when the dementors strike. He says a sassy comment when Harry wakes up after fainting, yet he did hear a woman screaming. It was his mum. Screaming at his dad. They always fight. He’s jealous that Harry spends time with Lupin. He feels lonely. He hates the other Slytherins. Especially, Pansy Parkinson. She’s always following him around. He finds himself spending more time with Ron and Hermione in order to avoid her. They talk about how shitty is Divination class. Pansy Parkinson is the one that gets hit by Buckbeak. She wants to impress Draco. She’s the first one to notice that Draco is hypnotised by Harry Potter. She hates it. Draco is the one that falls off his broom. He cannot participate in the saving of Buckbeak nor Sirius because he’s in the infirmary for a long time (don’t worry Harry visits him often).

By the fourth year, we get to see both of characters to evolve together, tease each other, flirt with each other under sassy comments. Draco helps Harry getting ready for the Triwizard Tournament. Harry finds Draco tied up in the lake; he’s the person he cares the most about. Harry tells Hermione about how if he was a girl he would invite Draco to the Yule Ball. Draco invites Pansy (because he knows she’ll accept) to make Harry jealous. Harry goes with Parvati to convince himself he doesn’t have feelings for Draco. He promptly realises he’s been lying to himself when he sees Draco holding Pansy tightly. Draco starts going out with her. Lots of drama. The third task happens. It kills Draco to see Harry so devastated after Cedric’s death. If finds him in Maugrey’s office with Dumbledore and Co. Harry is angry at Draco because he saw his dad that night. Their dads. Draco is petrified, struck for the first time of the horrors his father took a part to. Maybe even is mother. Reconciliation. Draco’s character development of the end of the seventh book happens.

By the fifth year, Harry sassy comments to Draco’s father made Draco realise that his home is not at the Malfoy’s manor. Narcissa, loyal confident of her son, offers that he moves definitely with Andromeda after a torrid fight she has with her son about their link with Voldemort. She knows he will be happier there. She also knows Voldemort plans and she wants to distance her precious son from this toxic household. Andromeda’s house is also very close to the Dursleys. Draco teams up with Harry for the Dumbledore Army. They also team up with Fred and George to prank Umbridge, a lot. Harry and Draco kiss for the first time at a meeting everyone forgot except them. Harry tells Hermione. Draco tells Ron. Draco goes to the Christmas party at 12 Grimmauld place. Harry tells clumsily Sirius about his bisexuality. Sirius is moved by Harry’s confidence and tells him about how James and Lily would be proud of their son. How he is proud of the man he became. Harry and Draco cuddle secretly and it helps Harry with his nightmares. Draco freezes at the fight of the ministry. What if his father or his mother are there? He cannot risk hurting them. He holds Harry when Sirius dies. He holds Harry after Voldemort’s fight. His parents learn about it. Narcissa knew. Lucius is infuriated, goes to Andromeda’s to talk his son out of the noxious relation he shares with Harry Potter. Draco stands up for the first time against his father.

In the sixth year, they accept their affection for each other and team up with Ron and Hermione to destroy Voldemort. The whole Halfblood Prince thing isn’t happening nor is Draco plotting against Dumbledore, Snape is charged to kill Dumbledore and he’s the one that lets the Death Eaters into the castle. Draco is constantly haunted by the face of disgust of his father when he looked at him the last time they met. He accepts to help Harry but makes him understand he won’t be able to fight Death Eaters if they meet any. 

It all goes according to canon until they are at the Malfoy’s manor and Bellatrix tortures Draco for having betrayed his family and his blood. The scars he gets replaces the one left by Sectum Sempra in canon. Narcissa is at Andromeda’s when it happens. When she learns about it, she breathes in painfully and promises to herself to help Harry when the time comes. Lucius tells her when she comes back in order to win back her trust. She’s so angry at Bellatrix but she hides it impeccably, she volunteers to do extra work for Voldemort to conceal her rage. It makes her gain even more his trust for when the Moment comes. Everything goes as canon, except that it is Pansy Parkinson that goes hysteric in the Room of Requirements and set fire to it. Draco was the one that went in the Chamber of Secrets because he always hears his boyfriend talk in Parseltongue in his sleep. Draco has a breakdown when he sees Harry in the arms of Hagrid and Narcissa, helpless, by his side. When Harry moves, he automatically runs to him and throws his wand at him. He then runs into the castle to find another wand but ends up helping Sybil Trelawney with an injured student. He understands that even if he despised her classes, she’s a good person and is worth respect.

The epilogue is that after the war they both become professors at Hogwarts; Harry is the D.A.D.A. teacher and Draco is the potions teacher. They adopt Teddy Lupin and it makes them want to adopt more children: James, Scorpius, Neville and Lily. All is well.

A much more experienced friend and I had a conversation yesterday about magic and the nature of sensing it.

This is someone who magically speaking, I consider to be a human battery. Still, she said even she sometimes has doubts about her own work. Yet I, the barely-above-witchling level practitioner, had power in my little oils and powders that she could sense, objects that I’ve always worried felt dead when I touched them.

Basically, it’s way easier to sense other people’s energies than it is to sense your own. It’s like tasting air; you’re constantly surrounded by your own energy all the time, so that’s just what feeling “normal” is like for you. It’s a lot easier to recognize a foreign energy in something.

What I took from it is, if you can sense what other people are doing but don’t feel like you can do things yourself, it’s likely NOT because you’re weak. In fact, you might have more power than you thought you did, but just are so used to your own energy that it just doesn’t feel like anything. It’s a discernment problem that is very common, not a marker of your ability!

I just felt like that was important enough to share.

what 2 do | (m)

 pairing: kim seokjin x reader,  roommate! jin, college! jin
•  genre/warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst (more like over dramatics), 
•  words: 13,759
→ summary: what happens when the college roommate you thought was definitely going to be girl turns out to be the most gorgeous guy you’ve ever encountered in all your years of life? It’s a stupid misunderstanding on your part, but maybe, just maybe, it won’t be so bad after all…
•  note. this was a request from @immawhalien95 which took me an age to write haha, but it’s finally done and my plan to take over tumblr with Jin fics is taking shape…
•  p.s. listen to I feel you by wonder girls

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Sansa, Smart

So. Sansa. I hear some people think she’s not very clever. This is a view shared by several characters in the books.

But there’s no reason the readership should share those views. Sansa is a very clever individual who makes increasingly good use of several skills she started the series with, and develops greatly as an observer and an actor over the course of the story.

Putting everything under a cut, for reasons of four books of brainpower.

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Beauty and the Beast - M u s k e t e e r s ! A U

Belle is a Lady serving in the Queen’s court ever since her father painted the acclaimed portrait of the newly wedded King and Queen. Smart beyond her time and adventurous, Belle feels trapped in the restrictions of life at court.

Adam de  Villeneuve is the snobby, arrogant son of a noble, who fell from grace and ultimately lost all lands and titles as well as his head after his involvement in an assassination plot against the King got exposed. The King however couldn’t bare to see Adam, whom he grew up with, ending up begging in the dirty, dangerous streets of Paris. So he gave his childhood friend commission to serve with his Musketeers. To say Adam’s ego hasn’t quite caught up with his new living situation might be a slight understatement. His hot temper isn’t helping either.

When the kind young woman and the brash Musketeer first meet, it’s not exactly love at first sight. Quite the opposite, really. But when Belle stumbles upon a sinister plot by the Cardinal that puts the life of her Queen and all of France in grave danger they reluctantly work together. And along the way find that maybe they have a lot more in common than they thought…

It’s been a while. A year, if we want to be accurate. It has been a hard year for many of us, who are working at the Raycord project. Some of us went through some life-changing events, some have taken up a new job, some just went through a series of obstacles and some have lost their close relatives… It seems like a whole life has passed by. What about our project? Strangely enough it has survived.

So, in a few words: THE PROJECT IS ALIVE.

But while it is alive, it has undergone miserable changes for the past year, not to mention that we’re unsure even about its basic concept. In fact, we don’t know if we’re going to hold onto the MLP universe or just straight make up something of our own, inspired by the original series. It’s not like we had a lot in common to begin with, besides our characters… And the main fight still goes on with the coding, more than with anything else. What we want more than anything else is to make a QUALITY platformer, smooth and comfortable in controls, which turns out to be a hard thing to do. Especially if you barely have any time to spare on it.

To be really honest with you, a few times we thought about closing our project for good. We’re still thinking about that. To be honest, we were going to just close it today and straight up publish all that we’ve done on the game up until now. But, while we are making at least some progress, we decided to go on. After all - it is simple to give up, but to fight on is where the real challenge is.

So, to sum up - is the project closed? Not yet. Will you see some progress on it soon? Don’t know. How long we’re going to keep developing? No idea. Is there a possibility that we’ll close up the project before finishing? Yes.

But for now the fight goes on. And in our time, spare from work, stresses, disasters and other things that make our lives exciting, we’re going to keep working on the project. No promises though. Anyway, thanks for everyone who still follows us and patiently waits! I hope that we’ll be able to publish some good news and next time it will be sooner than a year!

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Looks like Touka and Akira have a lot more in common than we assumed. Both of them have suppressed feelings that can’t properly be expressed. So, they end up giving the cold shoulder to whomever it is that they have certain feelings for – in their case, it would be Kaneki and Amon. 

I’m expecting something interesting to come out of their conversation. 

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Another thought: All of the trailers that have a black bird (crow, raven, something) in them are connected.

I think that this is Raven, not Qrow. Here’s why.

We see this at the very end of Ruby’s trailer, in a dark purple flash. This looks a lot like this:

which was summoned by Raven. I have my bets on it being Raven in all of these trailers, getting involved in things that concern her.

But then why was she in Blake’s trailer?

Well, Raven’s daughter’s hair glows when she activates her semblance.

However, Yang has more in common with Taiyang than with Raven. But who shares a lot in common with Raven?

Who wears a Grimm mask,

has a red katana,

and whose hair glows when they activate their semblance?

Their semblance, being that, when activated, their hair glows and they release all the energy that they have absorbed during the fight?

Raven’s son is Adam Taurus, or at least there’s some relation.

Who’s the father?

Now that we’ve all been decimated by Steven Nuke Mach 2, there’s a lot to contemplate about the war, rebellion and homeworld society.

The first question that comes to mind is what happened between Rose Quartz and Pink Diamond? Now, this obviously isn’t a new question. But given the new background we have on Pink Diamond, it does make the question all the more pressing. 

It seems that both Pink Diamond and Rose Quartz had a weakness for humans. Or more likely from their point of view, a fondness for the creatures building a primitive civilization on a planet that was to be colonized. They may well have both been alarmed at the idea of driving this species to extinction by what was most likely their typical method of building said colony. 

If they both agreed on this, what happened? 

Pink Diamond came up with what she thought was a perfect solution:

A Human zoo. 

Far removed from the dangers that would have faced them on earth, a small cross section of native Humans were given given a paradise where their every need was met. They would survive and thrive.

This would naturally, leave Pink Diamond’s conscious clear to use Earth’s resources to her desires. She had after all, in her infinite mercy, “saved Humanity”. No matter if the vast majority of the human population remaining of Earth would die, surely this was enough. She did after all have a colony to build and gems to produce. 

And this was the main difference between Rose Quartz and Pink Diamond’s views on humanity. They did have a number of similarities in how they thought of us: Humans were play things. Entertaining, worthy of being saved, but in the end nothing more than pets or toys. 

Of course Pink Diamond wasn’t about to give up her newly emerging colony. She also, thanks to her zoo, wan not about to make the human species extinct. What more could and gem possibly want from her?

But for Rose Quartz, a zoo wasn’t enough. Saving a few wasn’t enough. She wanted them to leave the planet, and let humans be. It may have been that the idea of keeping humans in captivity was reprehensible to her. From the reaction of the CGs, it wouldn’t have just been her.  The idea of killing the vast majority of Humans, who had just this one planet, who were so different from them and all the more beautiful for it, was incomprehensible. 

So incomprehensible that she was willing to start a war for it.

Which begs the question: what was the breaking point?

And just how did we end up with this? Between Pink Diamond and Bismuth, just what was Rose willing to do to those with power or influence who stood in the way of doing things the way she wanted? 

I’m not sure how to answer this in another way so I’m just going to do it like this.

@creativetomboylovesbooks​ : I’m not entirely sure you understand what biphobia IS so let me explain the difference between being threatened (as you say)/unsure of oneself and being biphobic:

When you’re unsure/threatened you might say/do things like:

  • Constantly compare yourself with your significant other’s ex, maybe talk to them about it and ask them things like: “Why are you with me, you can have anyone you want?”

  • Look at your partner talking to someone who’s objectively good looking and think that they would look much better with them than with you, and you don’t really understand what in the world this wonderful and gorgeous human(or warlock) being is doing with you.

  • You might meet their ex and get rightfully pissed off if he/she keeps touching/flirting with your man/girl

  • Talk to them about being afraid to measure up to the experiences they’ve had before you and about being able to be good enough for them.

Now, that’s all things that might tear at a relationship, but it’s not being biphobic at all. However, if you’re doing just one of the following things, you’re biphobic and need to stop right the hell now:

  • Whenever your partner talks about old friends/people they met before you two were together, you ask: “Did you sleep with him/her too?” - Alec does this ALOT when Magnus talks about his past and the worst part of that is that Magnus stays with him and doesn’t even tell him off for being a gigantic asshole.

  • Tell your family/friends that before you, your partner slept with anything and anyone (aka slut-shaming, which a lot of bisexual people - including myself - is met with more often than we’d like to admit. As if “I like both men and women” automatically means: “I sleep with anything that moves and will let me have sex with them”???) - Alec tells his siblings basically these exact words.

  • Tell your partner that they “have to pick a side”, “are just confused”, “are half straight and half gay”, “they’re only properly bisexual/part of the LGBT+-community if they date someone of the same sex, otherwise they’re straight” - I can’t actually say for sure that Alec does this, but it’s a pretty common thing for biphobia so I thought I’d add it in here.

I could go on and on about this, and about the fact that just because you’re a part of the community (like Alec) doesn’t mean that you can’t still be narrow-minded and biphobic. But in short: Alec is very biphobic in the books, but not in the show (Yay!) and the reason I wrote the original post was because I really don’t want to read fics with a biphobic!Alec and for me to be able to avoid said fics, writers need to tag properly which fandom they’re writing for. If you’re writing for the show, tag it as such, and if you’re writing for the books then tag them and NOT the show so the right people find your fic.

I hope this helped you understand it better!

In the Rough

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 (you are here), part 5, part 6, based on @skygemspeaks‘s prompt



Previously: Yuuri has survived his first day of being bodyguard to Crown Prince Victor, though not without drawing the suspicion of Prince Yuri and Otabek, the captain of the guard. Victor has proven to be quite the handful as a charge, and Yuuri is beginning to see what Otabek meant when he described the job as a “glorified babysitter.”

It takes Yuuri several months to get used to the new life he’s living, which is, in retrospect, a good thing. It isn’t permanent; can’t be, no matter how much he enjoys it. And he does enjoy it immensely, even if he’s really just doing the same thing that he would have been doing back home.

He spars with Victor during fencing practice, just like he sparred with his own bodyguard Minami. He helps tutor Victor in the ways of the other countries of the area, like he helped Mari. He goes on afternoon rides with Victor, the way he used to do at home, alone.

It’s different in some ways, he admits. They teach each other their native languages, so that they can communicate with more than just the common languages. Yuuri has grown used to (perhaps too used to) the feeling of having someone latch onto him like an overheating barnacle at night. He learns that the palace dog, Makkachin, has a particular fondness for things that he shouldn’t have, a lot like Yuuri’s Vicchan.

He learns that Victor is relatively useless in emergencies, like when Yuuri’s thoughts get to be too much for him. He tries, after that first disaster, to keep his episodes away from Victor, since it seems to cause him distress to see Yuuri like that.

He learns that though he shows it in roundabout ways, Prince Yuri has more respect for his brother than he does for anyone, even their father. He learns that for all that Victor acts like a bumbling idiot, he’s actually smart– so smart, in fact, that it terrifies Yuuri sometimes. He can also be serious and sometimes cruel when something needs to be accomplished and isn’t (though luckily that side of him doesn’t come out often). He’s highly tactile, and shows decorum only when it’s strictly necessary.

Yuuri also learns, on one particularly average day, that he’s possibly a little bit entirely in love with Victor. And that poses a problem for him, since he has always had trouble concealing his emotions. Luckily, it seems that in this case, Victor’s denseness isn’t faked; he truly has no idea.

All in all, Yuuri is happy here. For a while, he even forgets that he’s a prince; it’s still there, hovering just at the edge of his mind at all times, but he’s often too busy to dwell on it.

Fast forward three months, and Yuuri is rolling out of bed early for once. As he recalls, there isn’t much going on today. There’s a meeting with a foreign dignitary later this morning (he wasn’t told the name; he never is, and it never matters much. He just stands there, making sure that nothing suspicious is happening and hoping that it isn’t someone that would recognize him) and a few logistical things that need to be dealt with for the ball celebrating Price Yuri’s birthday. Unless he missed something in his briefing last night, it’s going to be a relatively easy day.

He gets dressed before waking up Victor. “Your Highness. Victor, come on. It’s time for breakfast and you know how your brother is going to be if he has to wait for you.”

Victor’s eyes are closed, but he smiles and pulls Yuuri down. “He’s always like that.”

Yuuri flails a bit, trying to keep his belt buckle, knife, and sword sheath from scratching Victor. It doesn’t leave him a lot of time to stop his fall, so he lands right where Victor wants him. “Victor! You could hurt yourself doing that!”

“I can’t hear you, I’m sleeping.” Victor gives an exaggerated snore and Yuuri laughs.

“No you’re not,” he says, still chuckling.

Victor laughs with him, opening his eyes. “What gave me away?”

“You don’t snore.”

“I knew it!” Victor’s voice is suddenly very loud. When Yuuri winces, he looks apologetic. “Yura always said I snored, but I knew better.”

That doesn’t surprise Yuuri in the slightest. After all, Prince Yuri has always seemed to enjoy giving his older brother grief. Yuuri gets out of bed for a second time, tugging Victor along with him. “Come on, get dressed properly. You have a meeting after breakfast.”

“You’re such a mother hen,” Victor laughs.

“It’s my job,” Yuuri says, straightening his own collar before turning toward the wardrobe to get out clothes for Victor.

Breakfast goes about as well as can be expected. That is to say, it goes as well as it ever does, with Prince Yuri making a fuss, Victor being himself, Mila and Georgi being obnoxious, and the Tzar looking to Yuuri to try to keep some sense of sanity. Yuuri, as usual, can do nothing but look back at him helplessly.

“Yuuri, let’s go have a bath,” Victor says after fencing lessons.

Before answering, Yuuri takes a quick glance out of the east window; the sun has risen past where he can see, so it must be close to noon. “You have a guest that should be arriving any time now, so I’d advise against it.”

“Exactly! I’m quite sweaty and I hardly smell very good either. Is this how you’d have me greet a royal visitor?” Victor clutches his chest dramatically, falling into Yuuri’s arms.

Yuuri, as is his instinct at this point, catches him. He really is lovely, he can’t help but think before blinking and shaking his head to recenter himself in reality. “Oh alright. But I won’t be joining you.”

Victor’s eyes widen and his bottom lip quivers in a pout that Yuuri should not find so adorable. “You’re going to leave me with Otabek?”

“Well, someone has to be around to greet the visitor, if you aren’t,” Yuuri says, grinning at the way the logic seems to hit Victor like a hammer.

He sends an errand boy to get Otabek, who arrives minutes later. He’d been right, that first day; Yuuri doesn’t call on him for help often, but there are times when he truly can’t be in two places at once. He and Victor are gone soon after, heading for the baths (though Otabek will surely stand outside the door) while Yuuri stays behind and waits for the arrival of the person who has been granted a royal audience with Prince Victor.

Mila runs up to him not thirty minutes later, panting that there’s a carriage at the gate. Yuuri makes his way to the throne room, apologies for Victor’s absence already memorized and ready to be spoken (hopefully without completely fumbling it, but that will be an issue all its own).

Those apologies die on his tongue the moment that the visiting royal is announced.

“Presenting His Royal Highness, Crown Prince of the Southeast, Phichit Chulalont!”

I Meant It

Regulus Black x Reader

Request: An imagine w/ Regulus falling in love with lily’s younger sister, who is in Gryffindor and looks like Lily(red hair, green eyes)they are secretly dating and Sirius and Lily found out about it and while sirius is all cool with it Lily is freaking out.

A/N: As you can tell I had writers block b/c this is so bad

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Y/N Evans grabs the desk at the very back of the potions room on the first day of class, desperate to be out of the teacher’s line of sight. Even though she and her older sister, Lily, share their fiery red hair and emerald green eyes, they definitely don’t share the same outgoing personality.

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Never Doubt Yourself

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Summary: Bucky has fallen for the reader with the faintest idea that she might like him back. Reader has feelings for Bucky, but has more self doubt (amongst other things) than anything else and is too shy to speak up. One day when Bucky and reader are sent on a mission that causes them to have to spend the night together in a hotel room, Bucky finally asks why she has been acting so weird lately and why shes been wearing clothes that cover the majority of her body. 

Warnings: mentions of self harm and anxiety; some angst (i think); kinda long; there’s a part towards the end with a word in Romanian. I couldn’t put the accent marks on the T and A at the end of the word so…. yah

a/n: i tried to make this one shorter but it was a fail to avail ahaha anyway, I don’t do word count because I hand write it first and then type and edit it straight onto tumblr. so…. yeah. enjoy!


Normal POV 

“Hey, have you seen (y/n),” Bucky asked Natasha as he entered the common room of the avengers tower. He had searched every room on every floor looking for you. Wanda hadn’t been too thrilled when he walked in on her changing. 

“Not today,” Nat replied. “Why?” 

Bucky wasn’t sure how to explain what was going on without giving away too much. But he quickly remembered that it was almost impossible to keep anything from Natasha. And aside from himself, you were the closest with Nat so if anybody had a good idea of what was going on with you, it would be her. 

“She’s just been very quiet lately; not like her at all. When I saw her yesterday, she looked exhausted.” 

“Maybe she’s been training harder.” Nat suggested. “She was telling me how she felt like she was slowly slipping out of shape.” 

“No… It looked like something was eating away at her. Like it was more of a mentally exhausted look than anything else. I know she has struggled with things in the past but-”

“Like what?” 

“Well, studying for school. I would always walk in on her staring at her books, frustrated. And guys not treating her right…”

“Yeah, I remember those,” she said. “Have you checked the garden? She loves the garden.” 

“Yup. Went there right after I checked her bedroom.” 

Bucky was your best friend. He was genuinely worried about you. The way you were acting was not like your normal self at all. He cared about you in more ways than one, and was very positive you felt the same. He thought that maybe you had been disappearing to avoid him, but when he learned that no one else had seen you, he realized the problem might be bigger than he thought. 

Steve walked into the common room. “Hey, Buck. Glad I found you. You have a mission tomorrow with (y/n). Where is she?” 

“You haven’t seen her,” Bucky was quick to ask. 

“Not this morning, no. She’s gone?” 

“Yeah. She’s been disappearing a lot this past week.” 

“Well she better turn up soon or-” as if on queue, you trudged into the room. Your hair was in a messy bun, your leggings ripped at the knees, and you had blood seeping from a wound on your head. The blood had gotten all over the sleeves of your jacket. You did your best to conceal your face. 

“(y/n)! We were just talking about you,” Steve said. 

“That’s unsettling,” you mumbled to yourself. 

“Are you alright? What happened,” Bucky asked as he rushed to you. He gently took your head in his hands to examine the wound. But you shoved him off. 

“I’m fine,” you said. “I went for a run on the trails behind the complex. I tripped on a tree root and didn’t tumble very gracefully. Hence the blood and torn leggings.”

“That looks pretty nasty. Are you sure-”

“I’m fine, Bucky!” All three of them looked at you. It’s very rare that you would snap. Especially at Bucky. 

The room fell silent for a few moment until Steve spoke. “I have a mission for you and Bucky.” 

You looked at Steve and nodded, waiting for him to continue. 

“You’ll be heading out to Budapest. Word has it that there is still a Hydra operative; says they’re smuggling weapons out there. I figure with Bucky’s strength and fighting abilities, and your intellect on weapons and remarkable hacking skills, you two can get the info we need to take them down.” 

“Alright. When do we leave?” You asked. 

“Two hours. You’ll infiltrate the facility tomorrow, but the flight will be a long one. So you’re going out today and staying in a remote hotel for the night.” 

“Okay.” You said. “Let me shower and pack.” You walked off, not giving a second glance towards Bucky. 

You love going on missions with Bucky. They always turned out successful. You weren’t mad at him either. You didn’t feel like talking to anyone. You’ve struggled a lot with your self worth. Though it has gotten so much better, there are times when it seems almost impossible to push those thoughts back. These past two weeks have been harder than most. You had relapsed a couple of times during those two weeks. It’s been four days since the last time it happened and you’ve tried your hardest to not do it again. As a result, you’ve had crippling panic attacks that leave you in tears and ultimately end when you’ve fallen asleep from the exhaustion. Anxiety is a normal things for you, as well as the attacks. But everything is heightened when you fight as much as you have been. To help yourself find a more suitable outlet, every time you felt panicked or felt the anxiety creep up on you, you went to the training room. Exercising was a good way to relieve the tension. But as the days went on, the issue got worse. That’s why you went for a run this morning; hoping a change of scenery would help. 

You weren’t deliberately ignoring Bucky. You were ignoring everyone if you were being honest. Bucky was your best friend and knew you better than most. But he hasn’t seen this side of you yet, and there was a part of you that was afraid to show him, worried you might ruin any future possibilities. Disappearing was the only way you could keep him from seeing what a wreck you were. 

“Please let this mission go by fast,” you mumbled to yourself as you stepped into the shower. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

You and Bucky arrived ar your hotel. It was tiny, one bed, and a very small bathroom. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls, and the floors look like they hadn’t been cleaned in days. The single, queen sized bed unsettled you. This wouldn’t be the first time that you slept in the same bed as Bucky. But with the state you were in, you were afraid it might reveal more than you could handle. 

“I’ll take the floor,” you said. 

“What? Why,” he asked. You just shrugged, unsure how to answer. “No, (y/n). The floor is filthy.” 

“It’s fine.” 

“Just sleep in the bed with me. It’s not like we haven’t done it before.” Bucky would never admit it to anyone, but he enjoyed the time he spent with you. Just laying in bed waiting. Your body heat keeping him warm, and his keeping you warm. You would unconsciously snuggle up to him while you were sleeping and that is something he cherished. 

“I know,” you said. 

“(y/n), what’s up with you?” 

“Nothing.” 

Bucky took note of the sweater you were wearing. You’ve been wearing them a lot more lately. Almost every day. He knows that’s unlike you. 

“And what’s up with you wearing long sleeves lately? Especially on missions.”  

You sat in the chair in the corner of the room. “What’s wrong with being a little conservative?” 

“Because I know you. You might be a little shy, but you are not conservative.” 

You glanced at him, but said nothing. Bucky was tired of asking questions. He wanted answers. He pulled you from the chair, your phone falling to the floor. He took hold of the bottom of your sweater and pulled it over your head, clearly not giving a shit about your protests. He held the sweater in his hand as he stared at you, astounded. There were marks all over your sides, stomach, and arms. 

“(y/n)…” 

“Dammit, Barnes!” You shouted. Your fight or flight kicked in and decided it was time to fly. You snatched your sweater back and fled to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. You pulled your sweater back on and began to sob quietly.

Bucky knew to give you some space. But after ten minutes, he was begging you to open the door. 

“(y/n), please come out. We need to talk about this.” 

You heard him mumble something in Romanian. You quickly recognized it as the word ‘sweetheart’. You loved it when he called you that, and you loved it when he spoke Romanian, despite what he went through to learn it. 

You decided to face your fears and opened the door slowly. You looked up at Bucky with a tear stained face. He looked down at you with a soft expression. He pulled you into him and you sank into his hold. 

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” You wanted to cry, but the constant battles have exhausted you. 

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” His metal hand was on the back of your head, securing you to his chest, while his flesh hand massaged soothing circles on your back. “What happened?” 

“It’s not something I like talking about.” You took in a shaky breath and you could feel yourself trembling under his hold. “I guess the easiest way to put it is that I doubt myself a lot and I get such bad anxiety and it causes panic attacks and-” 

“Like the one you’re having now,” he said in a soft tone. 

“You can feel that too,” you asked. 

“Oh yeah.” he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You locked your arms around his neck as he carried you to the bed. He sat on the bed with his back against the head board, allowing you to hold on to him like a koala. “Just relax, domnita. We don’t have to talk about it right now. Just know that I’m here and you can tell me anything.” 

“I love you, Bucky.” It dawned on you that you had said it out loud, but if you took it back, you would be lying. 

But little did you know that he had the biggest grin on his face. “I love you too, (y/n),” he said and kissed your head. 

Bucky’s phone started to vibrate in his pocket. You rolled off of him to allow him to answer it. You could tell by his tone that he was talking to Steve. You tuned out the conversation and just stared and the ceiling. 

Bucky kissed your lips to bring you out of your daze. Not how you imagines your first kiss with him would be like, but you’re not complaining. You looked into his blue orbs as he said, “Steve has a lead for us. He’s sending more info now. The guy is about five miles out from us. Are you okay to go now?” 

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Let’s go kick some Hydra butt.” 


anonymous asked:

Sam and Dean meeting J2 and find out they're also a couple

I LOVED writting this! It made me emotional… Hope you like it!

Read it on AO3


Jared, Sam, Jensen and Dean are sitting in a bar. They don’t know how they ended up there, or in which universe they’re at. Maybe Chuck sent Sam and Dean to another dimension, maybe there is magic in Jared and Jensen’ reality and their wish of meeting their characters was finally possible. None of them cared, though. They know themselves and they know each other, somehow, that’s all that mattered.

Jared sat closer to Jensen, holding his hand beneath the table, in front of Sam, that did the same thing to Dean. Jared felt nervous, he knew so much of Sam’s life, but there was so much he wanted to ask, too. So much he wanted to share with the man he considered a close friend. Jensen was so happy he couldn’t stop smiling, but he didn’t notice his smile was the same as Dean’s. Sam was calm, but very curious about the strange feeling of familiarity he had for the other two. Dean noticed how  Jared looked different from Sam, but still so similar, and how Jensen reminded him of himself.

“So.” Dean started, like everyone in the room knew he would. “I imagine you two know a lot about us, but me and Sammy can’t say much about you two except you’re the actors that play us, in your world. Oh, and that you married fake Ruby.”

Jared gave him a sad smile and looked at Jensen.

“We’re married to each other.” Jensen said, simply. He placed their intertwined hands on the table and smiled to Dean. “We’ve been together ever since we started our show, your show.”

“So, you’re together because of us?” Dean pointed at himself and Sam, who watched the conversation just like Jared was also doing.

“Pretty much, yeah.” Jensen chuckled. “We’re very thankful to you both.” Dean felt good inside, suddenly knew that it doesn’t matter the reality, other versions of him and his brother would always be together. He looked at Sam and smiled fondly and when Sam smiled back, he knew he had realized the same.

“What do you want to know about us?” Jared asked, not wanting to waste any second of the time they were given by whoever - whatever - it was. He looked at Sam and saw the other version of him looking back. Sad, wise, deep eyes the same color as his. “There’s so many things about you I already know, but there’s so many questions I wanna ask, too.”

Sam happened to have a lot of questions, too, like he always had. He was face to face with someone that looked exactly like him, but as Sam asked the questions and Jared, or Jensen, answered, he realized they had more than just the appearance in common. Sam was touched by Jared’s work and his own struggles, saw so much of himself there, in his need to help other people while he tried to find himself and in how Jensen was there for him, just like Dean was always there for him. Sam immediately grew respect for the men in front of him and thought that, maybe, he could love himself more knowing that the other version of himself was doing so much good in another reality.

When Sam placed his and Dean’s intertwined hand on top of the table, like Jensen had done it before, Jared wasn’t shocked. He smiled to the four hands on the table, then at Jensen, who returned the same smile.

“So, how did you two got together?” Jensen asked. Dean looked at Sam for a moment, but whatever it was they spoke in silence, it was good.

“Sammy here realized it first than I did, or accepted, let’s put it like that. He fought a hard battle against all of the walls keeping me from wanting him back.” Jared watched as Dean gripped Sam’s hand tighter.

“So, before Stanford?” Jared asked and Sam just nodded. Stanford was always a painful memory anytime he put himself on Sam’s character, and now he finally understood why.

“I couldn’t live with what I was feeling, and I could never force Dean to feel the same.” Jensen nodded, he knew well how it was to sacrifice his own feelings so he wouldn’t hurt Jared. It happened so many times in the beginning, he still remembered the fights and make ups he and Jared had before admitting they were it.

“After dad died, we only had each other. Miles and miles of just me and Sammy, knowing we didn’t need anyone else, not wanting to be with anyone else. Eventually, I couldn’t hold back anymore.” Dean smiled to Sam, remembering the night they had made love for the first time. Sam had cried and Dean felt his heart break and glue itself together a billion times. “It happened the night Sam saved me from the djinn that put me in that apple-pie life dream. Just weeks before Sam…”

Jared and Jensen just nodded. They knew, they had felt it. It was still a healing wound for the four of them.

Sam watched when Jared mouthed something to Jensen.

“What happened in season two?” Sam asked and Jared blushed.

“The year you two found each other, it was also the year me and Jensen realized the same thing.” Jared felt his heart race with the coincidence. Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence at all. “It was the year we realized what we have was special, once in a lifetime.”

As Jared lived the best time of his life next to the man he had realized he loved more than he ever did before, Sam was fighting alongside his brother, bonding through the pain of losing their father, loving Dean so much Jared could feel it taking over himself. As Jared and Jensen loved each other in their own universe, Sam and Dean were walking the path of realizing the same thing. They were one with each other, no matter which version.

“So, we too are together because of you?” Sam smiled, showing his teeth for the first time. The action made Jared, Jensen and Dean smile too. It was a special smile for all of them.

“Maybe your love for each other was what caused me and Sam to finally accept everything we wanted to give each other?” Dean asked and Jensen scratched his head. Jared looked at Sam and they mirrored each other’s smiles.

It didn’t matter in which world, which version of reality it happened first, or why. Soulmates couldn’t stay apart.

After a while, all of them felt it, even if none of them could say how. It was time to say goodbye.

Jared hugged Sam for two whole minutes, like he had always wanted to do. Words weren’t needed, both of them knew. Then, he hugged Dean, who gripped him tight like he didn’t want to let go of any version of his brother. Jensen hugged Sam and they smiled to each other, sharing a moment where they both knew what they meant to each and to the other two. Jensen waited, afraid Dean would still be uncomfortable hugging anyone but Sam or their closest friends, but Dean grabbed him and gave him a warm hug.

“I would tell you to take care of Jared, but knowing myself, I know you would die for him.” Dean told him and Jensen chuckled.

“Yeah, I would.” Jensen smiled. He held Jared’s hand and Dean did the same with Sam. Saying goodbye for the last time, they all returned to their normal lives.

None of them looked for an explanation of what happened, not even Sam, but none of them would ever forget about it.

8

Infinite List of Movies: [9/?] Zootopia (2016)
↳ “I thought this city would be a perfect place where everyone got along and anyone could be anything. Turns out, life’s a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means, hey, glass half full, we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. So no matter what kind of person you are, I implore you: Try. Try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you.”

anonymous asked:

Given the success of female YouTubers who use their body as a way to get views (not saying there is anything wrong or right about it), have you ever considered transitioning your content to be more like that? I'm sure many would agree that you're a very attractive girl already.

In gaming that sort of thing is especially common, which makes sense. Booth babes and sexy cosplay have been a part of the industry for decades. I have thought about it, and maybe when I was younger that would have been more appealing to me, but even if the money is tempting it’s really not for me. You get a different kind of audience and a different kind of legacy when your business is your body and I’d like to be remembered for more than my flesh prison. Not knocking girls who do it though, it takes guts and it’s a lot of work in its own way. I just prefer to focus my creative endeavors on making things.