this is horrible gah


Damsel in Distress
↳ “Obi-wan Kenobi”

“Broken” (Chapter Eight)

So this chapter is difficult, but it ends in the best way I swear. Really showcases how good of a man and how good of an Alpha Tony really is in a way that Bucky just cant deny. It certainly isnt easy for me to write my Bucky-baby in pain, so be ready for your heart to break maybe a tiny bit. 


Also, this is random, but I know alot of you are only on Tumblr if you are tagged, so if you missed my post about wanting to mail out christmas cards to you guys, check it HERE

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“Cap!” Sam pounded on their bedroom door before pushing it open. “Are you— oh sorry guys.” He stopped when he saw Bucky and Steve in bed and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Well well napping in the middle of the day? What’s this about?”

“It isn’t anything.” Bucky grunted and lifted off of Steve, smoothing his right hand over Steve’s blond hair before moving to sit in his own bed. “Just wanted some peace and quiet. What are you doin,? We already ran this morning.”

“Alarm came in.” Sam said in answer, and Steve was jumping out of bed, grabbing his suit and heading to the bathroom to change.  “He still doesn’t like to change in front of people huh?”

“Nope.” Bucky pushed his hair out of his eyes.”I bet he’s gotta do all sorts of wiggling to get into that tight thing. Nobody wants to see that.”

“Come on now!” Sam burst out laughing. “That’s an image I’m never gonna get out of my head!”

“Stop thinking about me getting dressed and let’s go.” Steve reappeared just that fast, opening the gun safe that held his shield and an assortment of other weapons. “We going or what?”

“Got that suit wiggle down quick doesn’t he?” Sam winked at Bucky and ducked when Steve pretended to throw his shield at him. “Calm down, golden boy, I was joking. Lets go.”

“Bucky.” Steve slid his shield onto his forearm and motioned for Bucky with his other hand. “I’ll let you know as soon as I can what’s going—“

“Steve.” Bucky interrupted. “You guys go do your superhero thing. I’m probably just going to sleep. You don’t need to check in on me, alright?”

“I’m nervous about leaving you alone.” He admitted and softened his voice. “It’s been months since we’ve been apart for more than a few hours.”

“I’m a big boy, Stevie.” Bucky smiled and bumped their noses together lightly. “Go save the world.”

“Okay.” Steve nodded. “Okay, but if you need anything—“

“He’ll use the bat phone!” Sam interrupted loudly. “Now let’s go already!”

Steve ducked his head and kissed Bucky’s lips before heading out the door.

Sam looked Bucky up and down. “Can I kiss you too?”

“You wanna keep your lips, punk?” Bucky shot back, and Sam laughed all the way down the hallway.

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Since I wasn’t very pleased with my former human version of Virgil I thought I’d try and improve it a little/make a new one and WOO I ACTUALLY LIKE THIS :D
and I hope that you do too! fyi I didn’t check if any of the ideas that I used had been used before and therefore all possible similarities to other fans’ designs are unintentional

So I was browsing through a collection of old pictures and I came across this adorable thing and the most horrible headcanon popped into my head. I can’t manage to forget it so now I’m going to share it with you all. You’re welcome.

On the right we see Edward, with his twin brother, William.

It was a very long and difficult birth, causing enough internal damage that Elizabeth was never again able to carry a pregnancy to term. William was smaller than his brother, but was growing and healthy. Their mother slowly recovered from her ordeal. She knew she might not be able to have more children, but she was so grateful to have her boys. All seemed well.

Until February.

There was an outbreak of croup and both babies grew desperately ill. Edward recovered. William died.

Fast-forward seventeen years. Edward goes through the items Carlisle gathered for him and finds this picture beneath the velvet lining of his mother’s jewelry box. On the back is written in pencil: William and Edward, September 1901.

Edward doesn’t know who William is. Is he a cousin? A friend’s baby? And why was the photograph hidden in his mother’s jewelry box?

To this day, he still wonders.

Changkyun - “You look like you want to kill me right now”

Originally posted by garisanee

weird request. can i get 19 from reg. prompt list with changkyun from monsta x?  Scenario is your married and pregnant and you guys run into your ex somewhere.     i love your work so far — Anon Alli


Sitting in the obstetrician’s office, you were growing more and more irritated that Changkyun hadn’t shown up yet.  Meeting you there was not the same as being late.

The poor girl who sat down beside you could probably feel the anger and anxiety rolling off you, but it didn’t quiet your mind any.

“Are you alright?” she asked you, a small hitch in her voice as soon as she started speaking.

“Hm, yeah, I’m fine.  My husband is late and if he misses the ultrasound, I will literally kill him.” I said, meaning every word.

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Textbooks & Watermelon

Chapter 1

A/N: I am so sorry this came out late! Gah, i’m horrible for this I know. I’ve been working on covers and outlines for other fics that are on the list. Just a reminder: Frumoasa is discontinued! I hope you enjoy this chapter, there will be more to come soon!

Genre: Heartbreaking Fluff, Angst
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Prompt: Jungkook confesses to you over Textbooks and Watermelon and doesn’t get the answer he had hoped for.
Word count: 1.7k

You were laying in Jungkook’s bed, one hand flipping the pages of your science textbook, the other holding a slice of juicy, sweet, and certainly delicious Watermelon. Jungkook was sitting on the wooden tiles of his bedroom, switching from writing in his notebook to answering questions in the textbook with one hand and eating a slice of watermelon also.

The rhythmic tap of his pencil went unnoticed by the both of you, yet it still managed to make concentrating all the more difficult for Jungkook. His eyes had a mind of their own, wandering off to whatever shiny object managed to grab their focus for a second or two.

But he wasn’t so strong as to resist the pull of your simple presence in his room.

His wondrous gaze always made its way back to you and–had he not conceded utter, total, and complete defeat to the feelings pouring out of his golden, bleeding heart–Jungkook might’ve stubbornly denied that you were, in fact, the reason he’d given up on a joint assignments and a decent attention span.

Now gazing up at you through his eyelashes, Jungkook felt his cheeks flare up. God, you were so beautiful to him, you were one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen in his life. You made him so nervous whenever you were around him–in fact, whenever he even thought of you, his heart went millions of miles each minute. What made it worse is the fact that you didn’t even know it.

Jungkook knew he shouldn’t feel this way about you, his best friend, but he couldn’t help it. He’s felt this way for years but never found the courage to tell you. Whenever he tried, he would just chicken out and act like he was just joking when in reality, it was far from that.

You, oblivious to Jungkook’s staring, spoke up from your spot on his bed, eyebrows creased in confusion, “Hey, Kook, you got the answer for number six?”.

Jungkook jumped a bit from being startled by your words and quickly looked down at his own textbook. “U-Uh, B!” Jungkook rushed out and snapped his head up to look at you. You raised an eyebrow at his strange behavior, but just shrugged it off shortly after and circled the B option on your paper.

Jungkook sighed in frustration at his actions, he hated this so much. Why couldn’t he just tell you how he felt and be done with it?! Damn, why are feelings so weird?

“Thanks, Kook!” You said and winked playfully at him, causing his heart to race for miles on end.

He had to get over this crush and fast before he got hurt. He knew you weren’t one for relationships, so why would you say yes to him? But he wanted to tell you so bad, that it hu-

“Y/N,” Jungkook blurted out before he could stop it. You raised your eyebrows, still looking down at your textbook, urging him to go on.

‘Here goes nothing’, Jungkook practically screamed in his head.  His hands grew sweaty and clammy and his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest like the Kool Aid man and say ‘OH HELL NO!’.

“I love you,” Jungkook sighed at the feeling of the weights being lifted off of his shoulders. You snapped your head up to look at him, your eyes wide and mouth agape; the slice of the now forgotten watermelon slipped out of your fingers and splattered against your notebook.

Jungkook instantly started regretting ever telling you, but it was now or never right? Jungkook squeezed the pencil in between his fingers so tight, it would’ve crumbled to pieces had it not been for the foam pencil pad that blocked off any damage to that area of the pencil; but hell, even that had a risk of breaking, especially with the next three words that had slipped out of your lips–the three words he had hoped he would never get a chance to hear coming from you, the three words that he knew would forever ruin him, the three words that he would’ve never been prepared for in the past.

“Jungkook,” You sighed and shook your head, causing his hopeful face to fall, “I’m so sorry.”

Jungkook instantly felt his world crumble to pieces at your words. A part of him knew it was coming but he secretly hoped that it wouldn’t. “What do you mean?” Jungkook’s voice cracked a little but he tried to keep it together, even if he did feel like his heart got ran over by an 18 wheeler.

“Listen, Jungkook, I really don’t see us as being anything more than best friends. I mean, I’ve known you since womb days, I consider you as an older brother and it would just be weird for us to date. I’m sorry,” You said in a calm, collected tone that held no regret whatsoever. What you said wasn’t all a lie, but then again it was. You liked him too, if not more, but you were too afraid of the consequences that would occur if you said yes to him. You didn’t care about your fate, you cared about him, and you would do everything in your power to prevent anything bad happening to him.

As Jungkook continued to ramble on you got up and hurriedly shoved your books in your bag on the brink of tears. You couldn’t help but feel horrible for doing this to Jungkook, for your heart was aching as well. You wanted to embrace him, kiss him, and spend forever with Jungkook; even if it meant eternal sorrow, as long as it was with him, you couldn’t care less.

“Y/N…” Jungkook called your name in a broken whisper as he watched you walk out of his bedroom door with no words needed. Once you were gone, Jungkook finally let go, letting the tears fall out of his eyes and slide down his cheeks as a loud sob racked his body.

He fucked up everything once and for all. And he had a feeling you weren’t coming back to him.

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It had already been a few hours, but Serene had never spent so long in her dragon form before, using the excuse of pain and irritation of her reasons to not go around as the small drake… and it wasn’t entirely inaccurate, she felt as though she had knocked into an angry hornet’s nest, and knew that when they got back to the island, she’d hide in her room and use up every skin oinment that she could get her hands on.

They had found Varotin and Mira finally. Battered, beaten… but alive. Neither one speaking of what had happened, and her teacher only pocketed a verdant sphere before joining her husband in unconsciousness, leaving the two dragons to get the group transported to Azeroth, and Aura couldn’t form a portal in such an unsafe place.

Almost there… Serene could sense the overly zealous light users just ahead, and blinked when Aura turned suddenly.

Mira can’t take that in her condition… the doll’s already cracking. We go back to her camp.

She blinked, but nodded at the wisdom. And the camp Mira had set up… while devastated, was still secure.

Leona sat cross-legged on the floor as she cut out the cat ears for Udon, “I think this will work…” she said quietly, “It’d be cute, right?”

He chirped at her, “Yes I’ll wear a stupid dress for my costume. Neri made me one that isn’t SO bad…” she puffed her cheeks out at the reminder of the rather loud argument that her friend had made for it, “Besides, being a witch do…” her voice trailed off as her earrings started to heat up, a sign that the magic was being reconnected, “Mama?!?” she yelped as her hand went to touch one.

No answer, but she was up and outside, looking up at Argus for a sign, any sign, that there was something new other than the near month of no word from her parents.

It was nearly sunset when she started staring at the planet… it was the next day before that sign came with Serene’s pained voice.

“Leona, can you make sure the apartment’s open, we’re grabbing Raine and then we’re bringing your parents home. They’re safe… but they need rest.”

@generalcero @auralyven


Day five - So gone over on fat a little today and calories but still under my TDEE so not too fussed ☺ I feel I did well today considering I went out to eat for lunch with my sister and mum!

I have totally was an awkward bugger and made up my own salad dish, I was like please no onions or dairy or gluten so basically can I have just lettuce ect… without the extras and can I add in two boiled eggs! the owner is lovely there and made me some gluten free croutons without me asking! Which I had to leave as well it’s bread 😂 felt so horrible gah! but was so lovely of her proud of myself for not scoffing them!

Got back and I was peckish in the evening hence going over on fat! I’m under on protein gah but it is how it is! still under on carbs though so I’m happy ☺👌
Overall I feel I did well today my stomachs not good though as I think my endometriosis is playing up and bowels so off to sleeps as I’m a bloated ball! D:


Eddsworld | TomTord

Summary: In which Tom and Tord are two transparent adolescents having trouble with their young love.

Warning: This contains themes of drugs, depression, violence, and strong language. Reader’s discretion is advised.

Notes: tomtord teen au because I’m absolute trash. This is kinda bad lmao.


Tom feels painfully numb.

Wide-eyed at 2:35 a.m. before dawn, his back digging into the all-too-firm mattress Tord had bought for their hide away. The rough fabric scratching against his skin, and his shirt, drenched in sweat, clung onto him.

How irritating.

He turns to the empty space where Tord should be, and he felt his stomach sink and his heart beat so rapidly in his chest that he could hear the blood pump in his ears.

Why isn’t he back yet.

His mind thinks of a hundred possible answers for his own question, but none them could convince the worriness and anger growing inside of him.

He shoots up all too quickly, his mind going fuzzy as he does so. He walks into the bathroom and stares at his reflection.

His hair was a mess, and it didn’t spike upwards anymore like it did back then. Instead, it flows limply to the back of his neck.

His cheekbones, somehow, were more prominent under fluorescent light. He appears older, and thinner. And Tom doesn’t like it one bit.

The bags under his eyes are darker than ever, and he lets out a defeated sigh. He turns on the faucet and splashes his face with cold water, the cold temperature taking him by surprise. It sent chills down his neck and onto his chest, but it doesn’t go any further.

He stares at his reflection again, but this time all he sees is Tord. His image is smudged however, streaks of red, brown, black, and grey. The red over powers the other colors, and Tom panics.

He stumbles out of the bathroom, nearly hitting his head on the door frame. He reachesd for his jeans lying on the floor, and zips it up as fast he could, he then dug for his hoodie underneath a pile of clothes, but before he could finish the bedroom door swings open to reveal the same young man he’s been worrying about.

Tord is safe.

Tom felt a powerful sense of relief, followed by anger. He stomped towards Tord and shoved the taller boy rather forcefully, nearly sending him to the ground.

“Where the fuck have you been?!” Tom seethes, taking the Nordic by his collar. Upon closer inspection, he could see traces of white dust lingering under Tord’s nose, and his anger fuels up even more.

“Fucking hell, Tord.” He shoves him again, and Tord lets out a groan. “You can’t keep doing this!”

“What can I do?” Tord says, volume increasing after every word. “It’s part of my job. This is what we do.”

“Fucking bullshit, commie.” Tom sneers, his hands turning into fists. “You said you’d fucking stop this.” He said through gritted teeth. “Do you remember what happened last time?” Tord felt his heart sink at Tom’s words, as thoughts of that particular incident raced into his mind.

It happened about a year ago. Tord, at age 16, had an overdose and spent a month in the hospital. He lost at least ten pounds, his eyes unsually wide, his hands always jittery. Thank God his grandparents who raised him were back in Norway, so they didn’t have to see their precious little Tord crumble from within himself. His friends, Edd, Matt, Paul and Patryk would visit him occasionally, even staying with him. But Tom, however, only visited once, and it was to tell Tord how stupid he is and how he probably deserved all of this. Tord cried for days, but none of them knew about this.

Tord shakes the thoughts out of his mind, and offers Tom a smirk and a shrug in return.

“Why the fuck do you care,  Jehova’s?”

And that’s all it took to push Tom over the edge. He swung his fist back and hit Tord directly into the face, making him fall back. Tom climbs on top of him and takes him by the collar again, and swings his fist again, but before he could throw another punch, Tord stops him.

“Make sure you kiss your kuckles before you punch him in the face.”

Tom does this, riding along Tord’s sick idea of a joke, and hits him in the face again, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy him. So he hit him again. And again, and again, and again, and again, until Tord spit out a bit of blood and Tom was in tears.

“You know what the problem with you is?” Tom chokes, still on top of Tord, his hands clenching on his collar. “You don’t give a shit about what other people feel!” He spat. “All you care about is yourself! You just go around doing whatever crap you feel like doing and don’t even think about the people that care about you and what you put them through. You selfish prick!” He lets go of him, and bawls infront of Tord, not caring of it makes him look weak.

Tord, his face throbbing with pain, can taste the blood on his lips. He brushes this aside, and slowly cups Tom’s face in his hands, wiping away the tears from his eyes.

Tord was never good with apologies, so he never really said sorry like he meant it, and he’s not sure if he could say it now, but he tried anyways.

“I-I’m sorry, Thomas.” He whispers shakily, not sure of Tom heard. But he thinks he did, because Tom looked up at him, trying to calm himself down.

“I just don’t want you getting hurt again.” He sniffs. “What happened to you last year was one of the hardest things I ever had to deal with.” He says, choking on his words. “Seeing you the exact moment you broke down, how you had a seizure right here in my arms, how you called for me when you were practically dying, It was a fucking nightmare. And I can’t help but think that it was my fault, because I let you go through all of this.” Tord stayed quiet. Not knowing what to say.

None of this was Tom’s fault. Tord was the one who chose to do drugs. He was bored and he had money. That’s what it was. He was the one who even dragged Tom into this, and he’s surprised he hasn’t left him yet. He was lucky to have Tom. He was lucky that he had someone who put up with the shit he does.



“You did good.” Was all Tord managed to say, and Tom cried even more. He was practically wailing, and Tord pulled him into an embrace.

“You’re good.” He whispered into Tom’s ear repeatedly until he calmed down a little. Tom looked up Tord, his cheeks tinted with pink.

“I’m sorry for punching you in the face.” He says bashfully, and he could hear Tord chuckle under his breath.

“It’s okay,” he said, planting a small kiss on Tom’s head. “I can take it.” He hugged Tom tighter, and traced small circles on his back.

Tom smiles, and kisses Tord on the lips. It started slow and sweet and turned hot and passionate as it went on. He felt Tord tugging his shirt upwards, so he pulled away and took it off himself. Blood was now smudged on both of their lips, but they don’t mind.

“I love you, Tom.” Tord says, looking directly into Tom’s eyes.

“I love you too, Tord.” He anwsers, and kisses him again.

“Wanna move this to the bed?” Tord says in between kisses, and Tom smirks against his lips.

“It would be my pleasure.”


Gah! This was horrible I’m sorry!! I’m new at writing fics and at writing in general. Also sorry for any typos, because I had to type this on my phone, and also sorry for any grammatical errors, English isn’t my first language so yeah haha.


Not Alone | Flint & Silver [Black Sails]


[Spoiler Warnings: Episodes 301 - 305]

This is dedicated to all of the Silverflint shippers and my friends on this site! Enjoy :) 

anonymous asked:

Yeah you did not fucking overreact. That was exactly the right damn reaction. I’m angry for you. I cannot believe. What the hell. Holy heck. I swear. How could someone be so horrible? Gah okay you know what never mind that. Fuck them. Never mind them. I love you. I notice when you’re on my dash and I’m like hey it’s that person I like them! You’re lovely and I support you and I would miss you if you were gone. That’s all.

im tired of so many people feeling as if they’re entitled to treat another fucking human being like the scum between their toes. it’s not cute, it’s not edgy, it’s not morally correct and its not fucking brave to shit on someone from behind a goddamned computer screen and tell them how much of an ugly person they are and tell them to DIE. like, i’m exhausted. it’s so dumb. thank u tho, pal. that’s sweet :((