this is actually really shitty my bad

  • Me: i'm in a really bad place right now, i really need to talk to someone
  • Someone: hey, how are you?
Some hilarious writing prompts

Alright so a few days ago I decided to look for some hilarious text posts on tumblr and I laughed so much I just had to write some prompts! (is possible to be customized)
(Send me requests with 1/1+ prompt/s. I write about a lot of fandoms and also a lot of different things : one shots/scenarios/imagines/headcanons/chats/conversations/aesthetics/alomst anything) REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

*1. Do I look like I give a fuck?
*2. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you again for taking advantage of my compassionate and forgiving nature! HOw dare you.
*3. Me? Overreacting? Probably.
4. I used to be passive aggressive, but now I’m aggressively passive. Don’t mess with me kiddo. I’ll be right here. I’ll fucking forgive you.
5. A: Whar are you doing?
B: Avoiding.
A: Avoiding what?
B: Everything.
*6. This was impulsive. Probably shouldn’t have done it. WHO CARES?
*7. You’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because I think about kissing you all the time.
8. A: It’s okay, I’m not mad.
    A (5 mins later): Actually? You can go to Hell.
9. I hate people who get personally offended when I’m in a bad mood, likeI’m not mad at you Susan (name), I’m mad at the world!
10. A to A: Bitch, if you actually applied yourself in like…anything, you’d be dangerous ,damn my lazy ass.
11. I don’t know what I’m feeling, but there’s a lot of it.
12. Not to dictate your life, but drop your shitty friends.
13. That sounds like responsibility and I want no part in it.
14. Why am I better than everyone? Jesus, life’s hard.
15. A: How do you make someone holy?
B: You beat the hell out of them.
16. A: I’m amazed of how insignificant we actually are.
B: Not me, I’m important.
17. If anyone can do it, then someone who isn’t me can do it.
18. In the old days of one week ago things were different. Now look at us - slightly older than we were back then, other clothes and such.
19. I’m not going to claim that I know everything, I’m simply going to act like it.
*20. You have to “see it to believe it”, so as long as I’m not looking I don’t have to believe in anything.
21. I’m visualising a powerful mystical energy at the moment.
22. If I don’t learn anything from my mistakes then I don’t have to consider them mistakes in the first place.
23. Why the hell is there always this one weak bitch in the group that isn’t down with murder? No offence though.
24. A: If you ever feel stupid, or weak, or powerless, just remember that I, am not.
B: THanks.
A: You’re welcome.
25. I wanna do dirty stuff with you like farming.
26. A: What are you reading?
B: 10 tips for beutiful hair the Government doesn’t want you to know.
A: wHAT the fuck?
27. A: I’m tired of these constant near-death experiences.
B: (opinional) don’t be a whiny bitch, bitch.
28. Man, how many eye contact until date?
29. God has a favourite comedy tv series and it’s called “my life”.
30. Sometimes all you can say is “yikes” and then just on the fuck on.
31. Why is everyone having their mid-life crisis at like 19?
32. It’s a beutiful day to give me money, honey.
33. Women aren’t complicated, you’re just dumb.
34. Well this social situation isn’t going the way I acted it out in the shower.
35. No offence, but my favourite hobby is staying hydrated and beautiful.
36. I’m actually pretty cool if you give me like 5 tries to get it right.
37. Today I’m feeling cloudy with a chance of sarcastic.
38. Be prapared to add a cute emoji next to my name in your contacts list because you’re gonna love me.

*39.A: Babe, I’m not grabbing your boob, I’m grabbing your heart.
B: That’s my right boob though.
A: Babe.

40.Every machine is a smoke machine if you operate it wrong enough.
41.What makes me feel like a failure the most is when I can’t remember the answet to a Harry Potter trivia question.
42.I hate it when I’m really nice…And then people are just not that nice? Like what the fuck.
43.Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.
*44.Is your name candle? Because I wanna blow you.
*45. So, was that just awkward eye contact, or were we checking eachother out?-

46.You know, having feelings is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch.

47.My turn ons? Well I don’t know, maybe some fucking common sense.

48.I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I’m actually angrier.

49.I ship me and that boat.

50.Listen. I did mean to make you upset and I do think your opinions are shit. But you’re still my friend so it’s okay.

51.Because my two moods are like glitter and death.

*52.My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door, because no one wants to see you fucking pee!

53.If I go to Hell I’m gonna constantly torture everyone by continuously asking if it’s hot in here or is it just me.

54.Oh my God are you seeing this shit?

55.Graduated top of my class from Hogwarts school of bitchcraft and misery.

56.A (shows up at your door 10 years after we had an argument): aND ANOTHER THING

57.I’ll betray all of you in the Hunger Games.

58.Well, well, well, if it isn’t my old friend, the dawing realization that I fucked up real bad.

59.I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just life in general.


60.I’m not racist, I hate everyone equally.


61.Tell me I’m cute or something, so I can roll my eyes at you, but then blush when I think about it later.


62.You know when your hair is greasy and it makes you feel so bad about yourself? And your entire life. Everything is awful because my hair is greasy.


63.True love is having a crush even when he got a haircut you know.


64.Emotions? You know, I just push my tear back into my eye and tell it “Not now, you little bastard!”.


65.Are we gonna hold hands, or what?


66.My soul leaving my body, but with one of those slide whistle sound effects.


67.A: I love you.

B: What if I got a bowl cut?


68.I should really stop planning my future around being rich or famous…but I can’t.


69.I’m aggressively thibking about having sex with you and trying to keep a straight face at the same time. Do you know hOW hard that is?


70.My opinion is no.


71.Did you fall from heaven, because so did Satan.


72.What to hear a fairytale? Once upon a time you weren’t such a little bitch.


73.Which is messier - my life or my hair?


74.How can you face the problem when the problem is your face?


75.Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to know wHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.


76.Read a girl who dates books.


77.My hands are cold let me put them in your pants.


78.I’m sorry, you must be at least level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory.


79.My therapist once told me that I have this obsession with seeking revenge…we’ll see about that.


80.You have lips, I have lips…interesting.


81.Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on?


/170715 ; a Temporary side note: please for the moment don’t send me requests with the numbers that have a (*). I’ve received so many requests with those, I’m starting to run out of ideas :D Thank you ! / - persuasivus

Bts reaction to mirror and window NSFW

Request: Hi! Can you do a bts smut reaction about them fucking their girls against the mirror and window? With dirty talk if possible haha thank you

A/N: Mirror or window? This is my gift for our 4k <3


You liked it when he was being rough, although he rarely shows it. Jin slammed into you again, making you cry out in pain and pleasure. He tugged at your hair making you look in the mirror. “Look at yourself.  And you ask if I want dessert? You are my dessert Y/n. Don’t you dare look away from the mirror.” Your body couldn’t take the shame to look at yourself in the mirror. It was too much. Jin got angrier looking at you disobeying him. He stopped his movements, took you bridial style and just slammed you at the window. “If you can’t look at yourself, I’ll make everyone else look at you.”


It wasn’t intentional. You really liked the dress. It was short yes, but not too short. And suddenly, Yoongi is closing the curtain of the dressing room, ripping your panties and fucking you like there is no tomorrow. But it was a dressing room, damn it. Anyone could come in, any minute. Yoongi’s hot breath heated your ear. “Make a noise and I’ll get you out there and show everyone to who do you belong. “ Usually he loved the noises you made, it turned him on, but now he found out something he hasn’t quite seen before. Your expressions. In the mirror and he suddenly got an idea. “I really like the faces you make baby. Shall Daddy buy a mirror, so he can look at you?”


You only came to bring him food. Namjoon told you he didn’t feel like eating in the cafeteria today, so you decided to surprise him with lunch. Your semester finished anyway, so you had plenty of time. When you came in his secretary just shook her head, which meant he was in a very bad mood. Still you went in his office with all the confidence you could find. “Namjoon? I brought you lunch.” He was sitting in his throne like chair and one glance at him made you find everything out. “Kitten. Just what I needed. Come here.” Thirty minutes later your thong was ripped in pieces on the floor, your face and boobs were rubbing on the cold glass of his office and your begs were music to his ears. “Look at the people down there. If they look up, they can probably see your face, my little beautiful slut. You like when Daddy fucks you against the glass, don’t you?”


Give the chance to Hoseok to just bang you wherever he can and he’ll do it. But even more than just banging you, he liked to get you worked up, to the extent where you just can’t take it anymore. It was your class together, where he just randomly slid his hand under your skirt and started circling your bundle of nerves very slowly and very teasingly. You knew you had to stay quite but just couldn’t. First you and then him excused yourself and then you heard footsteps behind you. Not even five minutes later his fingers were back at your pussy, rubbing and pumping, while his other hand gagged you in order for you to not make any noises. “Pretty girl. I love seeing you layed out for me like this. See the mirror? Look at the mirror. Look! At! The! Mirror Y/N! Good little pet. You want me to fuck you? Your eyes speak so much. I think I found myself a new kink.”


Eyes on the mirror. Don’t move. This was his command. Despite the fact that you just wanted to turn around, grab his head and make him go faster, you couldn’t do that. You were at his mercy. You were his favourite toy and you were doing what he wanted you to do. You catched a glimpse of him as he stood up, your juices glistening on his lips, the smirk evident on his face. “You like what you see baby? I love your pussy so god damn much. I can eat you out for hours. Can you see your Daddy in the mirror? I think I solved your problem when you couldn’t see me. Now you see me and even more I can see your beautiful wrecked face. How many times you cummed until now?” “Two daddy.” “I think we can successfully go for a third round before I fuck you good while you watch yourself being fucked.”


*my boy is too wild for windows and mirrors*

Taehyung liked to play mind games with everyone. Like for example wrecking you while making you talk to the neighbors who were right in front of you on the other balcony. Tae’s was licking and biting, scratching and marking, while you were struggling to keep the conversation with the poor, innocent people in front of you. When Tae felt that you were concentrating a little too much on him and the pleasure he was giving you, he would slap your thigh making you remember what were the rules in order for you to receive your reward. An hour later you were spread on the balcony, Taehyungs deep grunts mixing with your quiet moans. “You did good princess. But you are such a dirty girl. Talking to the neighbors while Daddy was putting so much effort into making you cum? I like how you kept your cold, but now let them hear you. Let them now exactly who they have for neighbors. Louder, Louder baby. I can’t hear you. They can’t hear you. That’s it. Good girl.”


Jungkook liked danger and being the bad influence he was. You were partners for a school project and there was sexual tension. You both thought it was long gone, but how could it be? The good girl and the bad boy, the old cliché story, but it was there. The will to submit to him even though your parents were right down the stairs. After dinner when you were almost done with the project Jungkook knew that it was now or never. The boy got rid of his shirt, pushed you on the ground and not long after you were a moaning mess under him. By the time your parents fell asleep, he had you pushed against the window fucking you mercilessly. “Who is my good little girl? Is it Y/n? Are you going to listen to me now? You, always the good one and I, always the bad one. But look at you now. At my mercy. You like my cock? You like how it pounds in you? You dirty girl. What if your parents come and see you like this? I’ll tell you what. I’ll continue pounding into you to show them what their little baby is actually. A cock hungry slut. But mine slut. Are you? Yes you are.”



Today was really really a shitty day. Got a super bad grade at one of my exams even though I revised for hours and hours. But hey, LIFE GOES ON. It happens to everyone. After all, we are all human.

So there you go, I got really inspired to write about failure because guess what? IT’S NOT THE END OF THE WORLD.


Yes. Change it. Failure is, by definition, a lack of success. Well have you ever realized that failure can actually be a good thing

Ask yourself questions: What can I do to improve? What thing can I do differently next time? How can I avoid to make the same mistakes again?

Learn from your failures and this will lead you to success!


Failure is okay. But take this failure as a practice and work on it. Got a bad grade in vocabulary? Rewrite exercises, revise with different methods. Failure shouldn’t bring you down, it should help you to improve by showing your mistakes so as to not do them again! But if working on the thing you failed makes you too upset, just move on to another subject and try again the next day. 


Upset, angry? Let your feelings out. It’s fine. Talk to friends/family, share it on social medias, write in your journal, listen to music, whatever will make you feel better. Once you’ve had your grieving time, just don’t go back on it. It’s the past right? And the past is behind. Now time to move on and focus on the future.


How do you think singer or actress or anyone famous succeeded? Just like you, they had times when auditions went wrong, times when they didn’t get the role or didn’t get elected. It happens to everyone, even to the best of us!

And for the end, some famous quotes to remind you that you’re not a failure and I believe in you and so should you:

“Success is the ability to move from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm.” - Winston Churchill

“I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game-winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.” - Michael Jordan

“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.” - Samuel Beckett

its 3AM and im thinking about art and im thinking about how the best advice i ever got, ESPECIALLY during times when i had driven myself into deep rut, was simply “make bad art”. like as an artist im going to make good art, and im going to make not so good art, and they are both equally useful to my growth. as long as im still making, i’m in the clear.

i am never going to be happy with everything i do. i’m always going to be my own harshest critic. no amount of praise or success or sage advice or positivty is going to make me think something i draw that i fundamentally think is bad is actually good. i am going to make art that feels really bad to me. but.. when that happens, instead of trying to avoid that bad art feeling by not finishing the piece, or by getting stuck on it, or even avoiding making art, now i can just… allow it to exist, allow it to be shitty and be at peace with that. i can look at it and say, ‘okay! what can i do next ?’ instead of ‘fuck, i suck, im never gonna be as good as [x], i’m never getting anywhere, why even bother’.

louistomlinsons  asked:

You should share with the class what you wrote out in our conversation based off this picture 😊 68(.)media(.)tumblr(.)com/59059ad583ed9e79797d165821d8f528/tumblr_nn6de9lsiP1sb8cuko1_1280(.)jpg

i told you i’d only do it if you called me daddy but you didn’t but since i’m an amazing person whose generosity is unparalleled i’m gonna do it anyway

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Colleen Wing doesn't deserve any of this

I was trying to dissect Iron Fist episode by episode, but it is too painful. Here be spoilers:

Jessica Henwick is visibly struggling in some scenes where her character should punch DR in the throat for crossing her boundaries. Because it’s not in character for her to let him get away with stuff like this.

First meeting: Mangles Mandarin and polices her identity. He’s actually THAT GUY in that scene.

Second meeting: tries to get a job with her again even though she said no the first time and her dojo specialises in Japanese martial arts. Hey, she’s too poor to give him a job but she was nice enough to give him shoes.

Which is not an invitation for him to hide out at her place again when people are after him. 

Or mansplain martial arts to her in her dojo. They practice two different schools of martial arts

And it’s not an invitation for him to step into her class, interrupt the student leading the class and then hitting a teenager (from an abusive background) with a wooden practice sword for laughing at him. (This is already a major red flag.)

That’s at least two throat punches. But oddly enough, Colleen Wing, who does not take shit from other people in the show, does not punch him in the throat.

She also does not tell him off strongly for:

- Interrupting her training session with Claire Temple–that’s really unforgivable in general–interrupting a scene of Claire Temple being trained by Colleen Wing? Seriously? There goes any chance of passing the Mako Mori Test. (It looked like the actress was rather relieved when the script had Claire Temple stay for lunch so that she would not be alone with him.)

- Persuading her to back him up in a dangerous mission after Claire left by buying her building and becoming her landlord–that’s beyond overbearing, that’s some 50 Shades levels of controlling and rich man’s privilege. (She does not punch him for this–she just says “fix my sink”.)

- Rummaging through her stuff and taking her sword. He just forced her to go along with him to spy on dangerous people and he’s looking through her stuff? (She just says “you’re disrespecting my sword with your wuxia bs” and then they flirt awkwardly over swordplay. Ew.)

The writers try to hide how shitty all this was by having DR be Colleen’s enabler–because she actually wants to do dangerous stuff and he saw that in her. They are both secretly adrenaline junkies that like beating people up or something??? That’s some ridiculously far-fetched characterisation there just to give them some common ground (they don’t really have any common ground–the writers are forcing it beyond the bounds of belief).

All this bad writing in aid of trying to hook her up with DR. If anyone tried that first line with a biracial woman, it’s an instant bad first impression even if the guy was Asian. Everything else after that is worth of a restraining order–even if the guy was Asian (and should know better).

The worst part is, DR treats his other favourite-woman-to-stalk Joy better than Colleen, the one he’s allegedly attracted to. Because white women are fragile and much be protected–another trope that needs to die. Even though Joy is not very nice to him and will very likely turn on him in future.  This sort of thing would be less obvious if there were more women in this show or this entire series with lines–but it’s sort of glaring when Claire Temple was beaten up in Daredevil Season 1, Elektra was killed in Daredevil Season 2 and Colleen Wing gets her face smashed in and her fingers dislocated in cage fights with men twice her size (twice so far from episodes 1 to 5). 

That’s only episodes 1 to 5. I cannot stomach any more bad writing in the name of hooking DR up with Colleen Wing.

In summary: Even if they had cast a Chinese actor as DR, I would still root for Colleen Wing to punch him in the throat because the writing is that bad.

submitted by  sanssouciavecmoi


thanks for this! the only thing I’d like to add is they also treat Karen the white woman better in Daredevil seasons 1 and 2. So while the Netflix defenders shows do have WoC they make sure to treat the WoC worse than the white women.  The only exception is Luke Cage where the WoC were respected and valued.

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Baby boy turned 22 and Bread came to help him celebrate.

anonymous asked:

I uh... I may be an ignorant or something but... Why is it bad to be white? (Please don't be mad at me, also, I can't difference a lot of colors so, again, don't be mad at me ;-; I just want to understand)

The issue isn’t that it’s bad to be white (though there’s a lot of sociological factors that, when you start digging into, allow you to realize that Whiteness as a social construct is very damaging and has been and is still being used to do great harm in the world). 

The issue more specifically here is that Wentworth Miller (who acts Leonard Snart) isn’t white. He’s biracial and mixed race. His heritage isn’t necessarily that simple once you start looking into it (from wikipedia: “his father is of African-American, Jamaican, German, and English ancestry; his mother is of Russian, French, Dutch, Syrian, and Lebanese ancestry”), and he’s been outspoken before about being a man of color

Aka… not a white man.

I know the character has been “implied” to be white by the narrative because his sister and father are white, but most fans have tried to respect the actor’s actual heritage by writing him as mixed race in fan works and writing Leonard’s mother as a black woman. And the implication that he’s white is erasure from the show writers and also a shitty thing for them to do.

Building on that, it’s just… pretty racist to ignore his actual heritage and race to say he’s a white man, knowing he’s not. For a fan who genuinely doesn’t know that he’s not white, it’s not a huge deal if they screw up about it once. Then it’s just a matter of someone saying “oh actually he’s mixed race” and that fan going “oh okay, my bad” and fixing their mistake moving forward, maybe apologizing if necessary and looking some stuff up. But for the producer and a head writer of the show to erase his heritage is just a really shitty move. 


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sylvie: o-oh? you’re ok!! we’re not really from around here.. well i am i guess? now? i just moved a couple blocks from here actually. i’m really sorry.. i’m not the best at meeting new people.. kinda socially awkward i hear..

elf: you’re so cute oh my god, we’ll get along just fine i promise!! welcome to our shitty town, it’s not all that bad i guess. i’m elf by the way.

sylvie: that’s a really sweet name.. i’m sylvie. sylvie sparks.

elf: girl you got me dying, do you think we could join you guys? the food here is lit.

sylvie: i- we

elf: oh, yeah! this gloomy ass rat boy is miles. he’s not too scary, if he bites just flick him that usually does the trick.

sylvie: o-oh.. yeah, it’s no problem!


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Player: Brady Skjei (New York Rangers)

feat. Jimmy Vesey (New York Rangers)

Warning/s: catcall mention

Originally posted by jasonbenn

“Hey babe.”, you greeted quietly. 

It took you your best not to sound as miserable as you felt. You knew, that if Brady got wind of how shitty you were feeling, he would worry. And a worried Brady was something you didn’t want to be the cause of. You hated it when he worried about you too much.

“Hi. Are you getting ready?”, Brady asked, a big smile on his face.

He had just finished practice. Next on his schedule was your regular lunch date, which he had been looking forward to. Brady noticed the glances and shit eating grins of his teammates, but he had become a master at ignoring them.
It had been a lot worse when you first started dating. 

It was literally chirping everywhere you went. After a couple of months it had died down, but the chirping never really disappeared although you had been dating for some time now.

Kreids winked at Brady as he left the locker room, but Brady just shook his head accompanied a roll of his eyes. 

“Actually I’m calling because of that.”, you carefully started.

“What do you mean? Something wrong?”

"I was just… wondering if we could maybe reschedule lunch together?”, you asked.

Brady didn’t reply for a second, making you wonder if your words had sounded different than you wanted them to be perceived. Maybe it all came out wrong.

“I know you have a hectic schedule and that you’ve been looking forward to this. I’m sorry! Just forget it. I’m just- I had a really shitty day. I don’t want to ruin your day with my bad mood.”, you quickly added.

“No, it’s okay. Want to tell me what happened?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it. Thank’s for understanding, though.”

“Of course.”

You let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding. Relieved, about the fact that you wouldn’t ruin his night. Maybe he could hang out with Ves or something and you could make it up to him somehow?

“Are you okay though? You don’t sound so good.”, Brady wondered.

“What do you mean?”, you lied. Even you could hear that your voice was quiet and heavy. Brady had to notice!

“You sound a little off.”, he explained.

“It’s just- ugh I’m not really feeling well. Bad day, that happens. It’s nothing really.”, you insisted, trying to shrug it off. Maybe if you could convince Brady that it was nothing, you would actually believe it too.

Brady hummed something that sounded like he understood what you meant and wouldn’t pursue the topic further. Secretly though, he was making a mental note to text Ves that he would go to your place instead of home. You heard the frown out of his words, as Brady got in his car and shut the door.

“Thanks for being okay with rescheduling. I’ll call you later?”

“Yeah. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Whoever it is, go away!”, you complained. 

The consistent knocking on your door stopped, but only for a moment. Relief got replaced by frustration. Why couldn’t you just be left alone to mope in your room?

“I said go away.”, you added, slightly annoyed. 

You had expected your roommate to check up on you, but instead, Brady peeked into your room. He scanned over you - or rather your curled up body under your blanket - before he closed the door behind him. Slipping out of his shoes, he settled on the bed in front of you. He rested his head on the same pillow as you, quietly observing you before he started to speak.

“Baby?”, he asked.

“What?”, you growled. 

Brady was always making you feel better. You couldn’t be annoyed with him or mad at him, especially not because he was making his puppy dog eyes at you. He knew damn well that you couldn’t resist those.

“Why are you feeling bad?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”, you muttered, burying your head in the pillow. 

But instead of leaving it alone, Brady wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. He started playing with a streak of your hair, planning how to proceed. He knew you too damn well. Sometime’s he had to force your feelings out of you because you would just bottle them up until they became too much. You just refused to talk about it so you wouldn’t have to deal with them.

“Tell me. It will make you feel better. So talk and afterward we stay in and order pizza.”, he insisted.

“And cuddle?”, you asked hopefully.

Brady raised one of his eyebrows at you, rolling his eyes.

“No, of course not. You have to sit at least a feet away from me.”, he joked sarcastically.

“You’re cute when you try to sound sarcastic.”, you grinned.

“Why thank you. You’re pretty cute yourself. Now stop avoiding the topic and tell me so I can help you feel better. You’re just trying to distract me with compliments.”, he smirked.

“It’s nothing really. I just had a stressful day and then something else happened that made me feel really gross and stupid.”

Brady frowned, pushing the strand of hair behind your ear. Instead, he rested his hand on your waist.

“What stupid thing?”

“Do I have to tell you?”

“Yes, you have to. Because it’s making you feel gross aka it’s a problem.”

A deep sigh escaped your lungs, but you gave in to your boyfriend’s request and thought about where to start.

“I told you about the Rangers guy in one of my classes, right?”

“Yeah, some random guy that always wears Ranger’s merch and talks about hockey non-stop. You mentioned that he’s acting like he knows more about hockey than everyone.”

“Yeah, well. He’s a jerk. He saw me wearing your Rangers sweatshirt a couple of weeks ago and ever since then, he’s always hitting on me. Maybe he thinks we’re soulmates because we’re both Rangers fans or something. He’s literally always waiting in the parking lot after class to get me to talk to him. So today my roommate and I parked somewhere else and he waited in the usual spot. And he just… he catcalled me.”, you pressed out your face a grimace. 

Brady furrowed his brows, but he didn’t say anything.

“I know that for some guys that’s nothing big, but it really fucking is. And I just feel gross because of it. It makes me feel so uncomfortable. So I planned on staying in this blanket the whole day until you showed up.”, you quickly explained.

“No, I get it. It’s totally not fine. I really want to kick his ass right now. Sorry, he did that.”

“You’d win. He’s pathetic.”, you muttered.

Brady smiled at you, but you could see that his brain was working on something.

“I don’t like that look on your face. It looks like you are planning something.”, you smiled.

“Don’t worry. Forget about that asshole. Let’s just cuddle.”

“Not so fast, Skjei. You promised me pizza.”

“Are you ready for Rangers Guy?”, your roommate asked when you left the building. 

You had just finished class and stayed back to hand in a paper, but sure enough, the guy was in his usual spot right next to your car. He was waiting for you, as always. Damn, why couldn’t he just leave you alone? A part of you wished he would just accept the fact you had a boyfriend (like you had told him countless of times). The other part just wanted to smack him in the face for making you feel bad.

“As ready as I can be.”, you muttered.

Your roommate was giving you a grimace, her eyes full of pity. She knew what it felt like to be catcalled and that guy was just flat out annoying to every girl in class.

At least you weren’t alone as you made your way to the parking lot. Rangers Guy had his eyes focused on you, trying not to seem obvious while staring at you. You, on the other hand, were looking around, to your car, your roommate, the ground, everything so you wouldn’t have to make eye contact.

“Hey Y/n.”, another voice called out. 

Your eyes snapped up at the familiar sound. They met the ones of Rangers Guy. But when you allowed them to scan over the parking lot, a grin spread on your face.

He didn’t!

Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Rangers Guy smiling two, only for his smile to fade when you started running and ran right past him.
Brady had a shit eating grin on his face, as he gave you a little wave. He was standing a little behind your car, Ves next to him with an amused look on his face.

“Oh my goodness.”, you grinned, stopping in Brady’s arms that had been eagerly waiting to engulf you in a warm hug. 

He had been waiting for you, and you were very aware that he had been waiting for you in earshot of Rangers Guy.

“Brady! Ves! What are you doing here?”, you asked in surprise. 

You hugged both of them before Brady pulled you into a kiss and wrapped his arms around you. He had his hands placed on your lower back, very close to you butt. 

“What? I can’t pick up my beautiful and super smart girlfriend?”

“We’re here to escort you. We’ve been ordered to lunch and the order included you.”, Ves explained.

“By who?”

“By the Captain. Kaylee and Falan miss you, apparently. So you’re coming with us.”

“Mac ordered you to lunch? What the hell did you guys do?”

“Nothing!”, Brady insisted, causing you to focus your attention back to him. 

He gave you another kiss before he looked over your shoulder, sending Rangers Guy a look that was easily understandable.
Leave her alone.

“Nikky, can you drive my car home?”, you asked your roommate.

“Sure. Have fun with the boys.”, she grinned, catching the keys that you tossed over to her.

“Nice shirt. By the way, what did we say about stealing hoodies?”, Brady commented, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. 

“That I can take them as often as I want because I look good in them and they are comfy?”, you joked, a little bit of guilt in your voice.

“Okay, Imma let that pass. Now let’s go, I’m hungry and Ves has been whining about food nonstop.”


because what they and their dickbag father did was really fucking shitty and i need to see them regret it and see my girl feyre get the apology she deserves for having to raise her family from the age of 14

addition: i NEVER said elain and nesta were to blame, or that they were ‘bad’ or not strong. what they did was all apart of their character, and it makes them complex! and interesting! and that’s allowed! and awesome! and like an actual human being! BUT, i would like to see them express whether or not they’re sorry, or regret, not helping feyre. just like i would expect a normal human being to apologise for some shitty thing they did. because people do that. that is all
Every Day - Calum Hood

Okay, so I don’t know how this idea dawned onto me but it did and I wrote this. Seeing as I haven’t written in a while, I hope you guys like it enough to maybe request another part. Enjoy! :) 

SUMMARY: Somehow along the lines of their relationship, Calum and Y/N fuck up and Y/N is tired of a failing relationship lingering on. She ends things but Calum is dumbfounded and tries to fix it with constant pleading. She doesn’t budge and so Calum’s logical idea is to send her a bouquet of flowers every day for every day that he loves her. 

You sat at your desk staring at your Macbook. Staring at the work that had to be done by the deadline that it was due at. But you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to do it. All you could do is stare at the screen with your fingertips hovering over the keyboard as if you’re gonna type soon. But you know you’re not. You finally fall back into your chair and look to the ceiling, dragging your hands down your face. You cross your arms and continue to stare at your screen even more, allowing yourself to procrastinate and let your unhealthy thoughts consume your mind. 

“Y/N it’s been two months. Say something to him.“ 

“Is this even a relationship anymore?" 

"Calum who? More like Y/N and Calum who?" 

"Does he even love me anymore?”

“Why am I letting this dread on for so long?" 

You couldn’t stand this ongoing conversation (or more like argument) with yourself and your thoughts. You got up and decided to make something to eat. You walked into the kitchen and saw Calum sitting at the table, eating something himself. You were kind of surprised because you didn’t even know he was here. Well, you guys did live together but over time you saw him less. So seeing him home was sometimes shocking. 

How could he be your boyfriend if you were surprised to see him at home? Oh that’s right. You’ve grown to hate each other. You guys never actually said it to each other but the way you two act towards each other kind of says it all. How could two people who used to be so stuck in love, so glued hip to hip, so focused on building a future together, one day wake up and argue everyday? You asked yourself these questions on a daily basis yet never decided to confront the situation. 

The first argument was something about trust, and then the next something about effort, and then reassurance, and then pointing fingers at who cheated and who didn’t, and then coming home late, whose turn it was to put in gas, buy groceries, and whatever topic was able to be argued about. And you’ve probably argued about every little thing in the world by this point because you two could only last two minutes of talking. And when you did talk, you regretted it. 

"Are you going out today?” You asked as you made yourself a sandwich. You sighed, turning away from the counter. “Hello? Calum?" 

And once again, silence. How is he so good at ignoring you? Who knew how many questions there were to ask yourself about your relationship? 

"Do you even hear me?" 

Finally, he said something. "Yeah I hear you. I just choose not to say anything back." 

You roll your eyes and continue making your sandwich. At least you tried. But do you try enough? In his world, are you even trying? Does he even care? Even more questions with unknown answers. You take your sandwich back into your little office to continue to not do any work. You just go there because it’s the only room in the house where Calum has no reason to be in. You close out your work and open up YouTube instead. A couple of videos in, you hear the front door slam loudly. And there was your answer. He is going out. And he definitely wanted to let you know with the unnecessary slam. 

You could never figure out what day, what argument, what anything was that made you guys this way. You could probably have that eye implant thing in that one episode of Black Mirror that could make you replay and watch every single event in your life to go back and try to figure out what could’ve been the cause. But then again, that episode didn’t really end well. 

Hours went by and YouTube wasn’t doing justice anymore. You tried to keep busy but no matter what you just found yourself sitting in a different spot in the house every hour or so just to do the same thing. Stare at nothing and drown in your thoughts. You weren’t even really sure how you felt about this whole situation. Sad? Angry? Confused? Lost? Whatever you felt, you could definitely agree that happiness was not one of them. 

Your phone rang beside you from an incoming FaceTime from your best friend. He knew you and Calum aren’t on good terms so the many times you vented to him about it, all he did was listen. He didn’t want to give you any advice or ideas to possibly make you feel like you want to end things because he didn’t want to feel like he was the reason you couldn’t be happy. He knows what Calum means to you. Or at this point, meant to you. 

"Y/N, every time I FaceTime you I always see a frown when every time I’m hoping for a smile.” He says lightly. 

“Yeah well you know the reason for that.” You said back. 

“Come on dude, how long has it been? 2 months of your 4 year relationship with Calum and still the same thing?" 

"Still the same thing,” you confirmed, “nothing’s changed. Nothing’s gotten better and I don’t even know if it’s gotten worst. Because I feel like this is already the worst.” He gave you a sad smile and you returned one back. “But I’m tired of me and my problems, how are you? How’s the new loft?" 

"It’s great! It’s spacious. But weird since I basically just live in one giant room." 

You laughed at his perspective of his new home in a new city, but you were happy for him. He always wanted to live somewhere else and to be independent and he was doing just that. You two talked for a couple more hours, as if you were friends who have lost touch for years when really you last talked to him about 3 days ago. For the first time today, you actually got your mind off of Calum. It was nice to laugh and smile at a conversation with your best friend but you knew this call had to end soon. 

"Y/N, it’s getting pretty late over here I think I’m gonna go to sleep now. Call me for anything. You know what you mean to me, I’ll always answer." 

You knew what he was referring to by saying that. And as he was saying goodbye, you turned around and saw Calum walking through the door seeing you on FaceTime at the counter sitting on the bar stool. 

"I’m grateful for you, you know. Thanks for calling me today. It’s always nice talking to you even though I basically talk to you almost every day,” you laughed, “I’ll talk to you later bye." You smiled at him before hitting the red button and turning to Calum since you haven’t heard him move since. And you were right, he really hasn’t moved. He was just standing there, looking at you. And you were scared. 


"You know what you mean to me… I’m grateful for you?" 

Do best friends really say stuff like this to each other? 

I don’t know what I did or where I went the last 10 hours. I literally drove to some random look out and sat in my car. And basically talked to myself since I don’t really talk to her anymore. I know I have other people to talk to, but the connection me and her had could never be replaced by any other person. I don’t know why I felt the need to leave the house or to get away. But it’s been a habit lately. To wake up, eat, go out, come home, sleep, repeat. I share this house with someone yet I’m rarely ever here or with her. I should feel guilty. And I do because how did this even start and why did we let it linger on for so long? But we’ve become toxic. I feel like one day we just mutually and silently decided to just argue everyday for the past 2 months. 

But now I’m here looking at her getting off FaceTime with her best friend, feeling like I should be saying those words to her but I barely say anything to her now. But for the first time in a long time, I heard her voice sound kind of happy and I heard her giggle. And now I’m jealous and I regret the past two months of treating her like shit. Like she was nothing. I’m finally looking at her and I finally see my whole world. 

Y/N’s POV 

"Calum.” You said softly, staring at him from where you were sitting. 

“Y/N.” He said back, mocking you by staying where he was. 

“I think I’ve been thinking.” Your face cringed a bit by how much that didn’t make sense but he understood you. 

“Yeah me too.” And at the same time the both of you just let it out. 

“I want to break up with you." "I miss you Y/N." 

The two of you stared at each other with wide eyes and gaped mouths, completely speechless at how opposite the both of you felt. 

"I can explain. Everything.” Calum said to you urgently, but it wasn’t going to be enough. At this point, I don’t think anything was enough. 

“I don’t think I want you to Calum.” You shrugged slightly and shook your head. 

“Can I at least try?” You looked at him and didn’t say anything, making him feel it was okay to continue. “The past 2 months have been shitty. And I think we both know that. In fact, this conversation right now is probably the most we’ve ever said to each other in the past 2 months. But I spent 10 hours in my car today just thinking. About why and how bad we got." 

He paused every now and then to watch your face, to see how you would react at each sentence. And to be honest, he couldn’t really read your expression. 

"I guess I actually can’t really explain to you anything because I don’t know why this happened and I’m sorry." 

"Me too,” you said back. 

"But I know one thing never changed… And that is that I love you." 

And he saw how you reacted from that. You scoffed at that a bit, sat up straighter and rolled your shoulders back. He didn’t really know exactly what you meant by that but he got nervous. 

"Calum, this is beyond I’m sorry and I love you.” Calum dropped his head, looking down towards the floor knowing this isn’t going to be good. “But I’m not going to lie to you and tell you that I’m not sorry and that I don’t love you anymore because I am sorry and I do love you.” You pursed your lips together before continuing, looking at him while he looked at the floor. “But me feeling so hurt is overpowering that right now. And I don’t know even know if I want to try and fix this." 

And that’s what made him shoot his head back up to you. "What? No. No we can’t just give up right away and not try. It can’t be that easy." 

"And you’re right, it’s not. It was hard. It was hard to live with you and not talk to you. It was hard to resist not holding you because I was scared you’d push me away. It was hard to adjust to a life without you but you were still in it. It was hard to be with you Calum yet I wasn’t even with you. It was hard to be your girlfriend." 

You weren’t yelling, he wasn’t shouting, you spoke soft but fast, eager to finally get your feelings out. 

"And I felt the same way Y/N. We haven’t been communicating these past months but that doesn’t mean I stopped having feelings. I don’t know why I treated you the way I did and I don’t know why I continued doing it but I just- it just happened.” You shook your head and finally looked away from him to cry. “I love you Y/N”, he told you, giving it one more shot. 

“You can’t tell me that anymore.” He heard the anger in that and he knew your sadness was being replaced with exasperation.

“What do you want me to do?” He said so softly, you could barely register what he said. 

“I don’t think I want you to do anything.” The two of you stood in silence, not wanting to continue this any further. Well at least you didn’t want to. Calum was running out of options. 

“You can stay mad at me all you want but I’m gonna tell you every day that I love you." 

"No. I just think it’s best if we just don’t talk to each other anymore.” Then, another moment of silence passed. You clearly weren’t going to give this up. Your mind was set, your decision was made, and your stance was clear. 

“Then… I’ll give you flowers everyday.” You gave him a puzzled look as he looked at you in panic in return. Trying to think of a way to fix this. To prove to you that his feelings are still there. 

“Then I’ll think you’re kind of crazy." 

"Then I’ll still send you flowers. And the day after that. I’m gonna keep trying to fix this Y/N I promise." 

For a split second, you thought of just dropping everything. Dropping this conversation, the hurt feelings, the harsh words and actions from the past 2 months, and just take him back. But you felt pretty set on this. 

"Calum…” You gulped and watched him as he looked at you with big, hopeful eyes. 

“Yeah?” He said hesitantly. 

“Please leave.” And with that, he looked at you hurtful but he didn’t feel shocked that you said that. He knew you were a pretty persistent person but he was a hopeful person. He looked at you for one last second and headed upstairs to pack his things. You retreated into your mini office and sat at your desk, head in your hands. Later on, you heard the sound of suitcases being dragged down the stairs. He didn’t dare call out your name or look for you to tell you he was leaving. You just waited to hear the front door open and close before leaving your office and seeing a spare house key left on the counter. 

The next day you woke up to a cold, lonely, and much too big bed. How you used to go about your day always involved Calum so this new lifestyle was going to get some getting used to. Even being away from Calum somehow still involved something to do with Calum. 

You stayed up late last night burying yourself in your duvet and feelings to even try and sleep. So you woke up around noon but stayed in bed before hearing your doorbell go off. 

“Seriously? It hasn’t even been a whole day yet.” You thought to yourself, thinking it was Calum trying to change your mind. 

Yet to your surprise you opened your door to nobody there. You took a step outside to see if they walked away somewhere, seeing as you did kind of take a while to get out of bed. 

But something wrinkled beneath your foot. A bouquet of roses. 

You stared at it for quite a while with furrowed eyebrows before picking them up hesitantly. You closed the door and looked for a card. And by the handwriting you already knew who it was from. And remembered what he told you last night. “He was actually serious,” you thought. You opened the little card and it said: 

Day 1 

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bird website stuff since it’s been quiet around here… Marcelle, a lady from the vampire AU (for now).

Acts like one cool cucumber but she’s really a huge fucking dork for shitty jokes and anything paranormal. Bassist and backbone of a terrible band called Raising The Steaks.

kinda related to that last ask but also kinda not – just something i was thinking of the other day and wanted to share regarding tumblr fandoms…

waaaaaay back, when i was a tumblr baby in like 2010 or 2011 or something – new to the site, never interacting, mostly lurking – a popular blogger i followed reblogged a funny ask meme and i was like… “this is it… this is the moment… where i interact with someone…!”

so, as a tumblr baby who had never sent an ask before, i was nervous of messing up somehow… tumblr didn’t make this easy for me either, because when i went to this person’s blog i assumed the envelope button at the top of the page was for sending an ask – i had no idea that “fan mail” was a thing…

(so you can see where this story is going…)

after nervously sending my message to this blogger i respected, i got a response a few minutes later: “i would’ve answered this if it was an ask – i can’t answer a fan mail, ya dingus”

i felt SO embarrassed. i felt like i wronged this stranger on the internet. i honestly felt terrible for a long time over such a small thing. i understand that ‘ya dingus’ was probably not meant to be a serious or harsh insult, but it didn’t matter – the fact that someone i didn’t know would go out of their way to tell me that i fucked up like that made me feel really bad!! they could’ve just said “hey, could you resend that as an ask? i can’t answer fan mail” or something.

after that embarrassing experience i went back to lurking. i didn’t actually start using my account here until 2013 – it took me THAT LONG to feel confident enough to use this silly site – how sad is that?

anyway, that’s why i try really hard to respond to people on here sincerely and respectfully. i don’t want anyone feeling shitty like i did back then. if you want a positive fandom experience for yourself, you need to cultivate a positive fandom experience for others… if you think it’s even POSSIBLE that you could ACCIDENTALLY upset someone, rethink your words. i know it’s not always so simple but just… please… try not to be a dick…

May or may not of shed tears while typing this :/

The worse part about all this hate and negativity towards the show, is how bad it actually affects those who love shadowhunters. Not to bring in a sob story, but I have a pretty shitty life, and im surrounded by equally shitty people and this show is the only thing that really keeps me looking forward to something.

Shadowhunters has helped with my depression immensely, and allows me to have one night a week to forget about everything going on around me, and all this sudden hatred is honestly painful to see.

I care about this show, and I understand that it has its flaws, and im willing to acknowledge them, talk about them, and spread awareness, but this fandom has gotten out of control.

It used to be a nice place, and now its a fucking warzone.

I just wish people would understand that Shadowhunters is a low budget TV show, on a shitty network, and it does not owe anyone anything.

I also wish people would realize how important this show is for some people. Like please, just think for a second before deciding to feed the fire.

Im numb to the fact that it’ll probably get canceled due to the backlash.

But I don’t want to see that happen.

The actors put so much effort into their characters, and truly care about every single one of us.

Its one of the first shows Ive seen that has completely down to earth people both on, and off screen.

Yes they messed up, yes they will probably mess up again. Every show makes mistakes, but please just consider not watching it if you just want to pick it apart.

anonymous asked:

I know that we, as Sasuke fans, can collectively agree that his redemption journey+guilt tripping+getting beaten into submission+not getting justice+the way they treated him after his final fight with Naruto is horrible. However, he did commit a few very serious crimes and terrible actions, and he really should answer for them. What I'm asking is: in a miraculous scenario where people actually decide that, yeah, they really should give Sasuke the justice he deserves and even think about(1/2)

changing the goddamn shitty Shinobi system still established, how would you handle Sasuke’s criminal record? Not as bad as how it was in canon, but he really did do some shitty things, so how should we… er, for a lack of a better term, “punish” him?(2/2)

Hmmm. I think to answer this question I need to break down what’s actually on Sasuke’s criminal record. This is a list that doesn’t include my personal feelings:

- Left the Hidden Leaf Village to train under Orochimaru: In the Naruto universe, this is an offense punishable by death. According to the rules of the Narutoverse itself, Sasuke automatically gets a death sentence for this. However, as a favour to Naruto, Tsunade chose to have this not be listed as a crime nor to pursue Sasuke as a criminal. Then Danzou redacated Tsunade’s decision, and then Kakashi redacted Danzou’s. Assuming the same things go down with regards to the line of Kages in this scenario, to avoid complications, we’ll work under the assumption that Sasuke is pardoned for this crime.

Sasuke committed no crimes that we know of while working under Orochimaru, so none will be counted. I would argue that Sasuke is not responsible for the death of Deidara or even Itachi, but regardless of how one views it both were criminals and their deaths caused no direct harm to the Leaf.

- Fought Naruto: The first two times this happens (Sasuke Retrieval arc and Tenchi Bridge Reconnaissance Mission arc), it’s in response to pursuit. This would maybe count as a crime of resistance to apprehension, but I don’t recall that ever being specified as a crime in the series so we’re going to pass over it.

- Joining the Akatsuki and attacking Killer Bee: If I recall correctly, the Leaf had already decided to pursue the Akatsuki before Sasuke even joined it, but the window of time between Sasuke joining and the Kage Summit that affected the law is so brief I’m not going to speculate on it too much. I say that Sasuke attacked Killer Bee because he actually did not succeed in killing him or in capturing him: as a ninja not affiliated with any Village, this is not an act of war. As we know, this led to the mobilization of the Five Great Shinobi Countries against the Akatsuki and to Sasuke’s subsequent death sentence, which was actually in effect this time. I’m not sure, however, what the punishment in the Naruto world is for attempted kidnapping. When Itachi and Kisame failed to kidnap Naruto, they weren’t even subsequently pursued for it, but that may be because they were already in the Bingo Book. Personally, I think Sasuke’s aid of the Five Great Shinobi Countries during the Fourth Shinobi World War may entitle him to a lighter sentence.

- Attacking Karin: Karin is not affiliated with any Village and was an affiliate of Sasuke’s. I don’t think the Leaf Village has a system that deals with crimes committed between criminals, so we’ll say he’s off the hook for this one.

- Killing Danzou: Since he’s no longer affiliated with the Leaf, this doesn’t count as treason. However, he did murder a leader of the Leaf Village. I’m not sure what “punishment” was attributed to Orochimaru when he killed the Third Hokage, which in my opinion is a precedent, but just based off of how the Leaf works in general I’d venture Sasuke earns a death sentence for this. This is without taking into account Danzou’s own illegal operations and lengthy criminal record.

- Threatening the Leaf Village: Threatening to harm a Village isn’t the same as actually harming it, but, again, considering the way the Leaf tends to handle stuff in general, I’m gonna say they’d throw a death sentence at him for even uttering his intent to destroy the Leaf. He fought Naruto again here but since it was in response to pursuit I’m going to go with the same thing I said above.

- Threatening to kill the Five Kage: Yeah, I think I’ll put this one under “probable death sentence” too.

- Challenging Naruto to a fight and attempting to murder him: This one wasn’t in response to being pursued. I don’t know what the punishment is in the Naruto world for challenging a shinobi to a fight when you are unaffiliated with any Village is. After all, rogue ninjas are supposed to be kill-on-sight just, like, in general.

Basically, by Naruto world standards, just judging his actions, Sasuke should be dead a couple times over. But if we’re discussing justice for Sasuke, we have to account for the crimes that were committed by the Leaf Village as a state against him.

- The biggest and the most obvious, The Uchiha Clan Massacre: Genocide is a very serious crime, and as the survivor of a state-ordered genocide, the Leaf really ought to be kissing Sasuke’s ass just in apology for the injustice that was committed against him.

- Negligence: In a fair system, the Leaf would have to acknowledge their failure to provide any sort of support or accommodation for an orphaned and traumatized child who is registered and that they are perfectly aware of. Especially because the reasons for his trauma are their fault.

- Negligence again: Namely, during the Chuunin Exams. The Leaf Village became aware that Orochimaru was a participant in the Chuunin Exams even while the second stage was still occurring. At that point, it was too late for them to do anything about Sasuke’s cursed seal, but even at Anko’s request to pull Sasuke from the exams during the preliminaries, the Hokage still insisted on allowing Sasuke to continue. They already knew that Sasuke was Orochimaru’s target as well; he should have been heavily guarded during the entirety of the exams.

- Inadequate retrieval measures: Though the Village was aware that Sasuke had left the Village, they sent genin who were Sasuke’s age after him instead of well-trained Jonin during the Sasuke Retrieval Arc. He wasn’t yet a missing-nin, at this point all they needed to do was apprehend him and bring him back to the Village, but their attempt was half-assed and they let him get away.

If this system is fair, then the Leaf Village’s own hand in creating Sasuke’s motives for his crimes must be acknowledged. I don’t think the Naruto universe even has a fucking court, lmfao. Sasuke had no lawyer or even an opportunity to represent or defend himself. 

Personally? I think all things considered, Sasuke is a victim far more than he is a criminal. As you can see from my list above, many of his crimes were mere threats or unsuccessful attempts: the only crimes he actually successfully committed were leaving the Village, which as you can see above the Leaf is at least partially if not entirely at fault for, and killing Danzou, which considering the crimes Danzou committed against him and his motivation I think a fair court would pardon him for. 

If I were the Leaf Village, I’d be on my knees begging for his forgiveness, not daring to so much as consider punishing him.