this is probably really shitty

How Dan and Phil probably broke up #46
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Dan:</b> *names the video 'two lads with sandy balls'*<p/></p><p/></p>
One glance
Silenced flutes
Last dance
Laced boots
Our smiles
Child’s pain
Child’s trials
Our gain
Ties severed
Leave ‘home’
But we’ll never
Walk alone.
—  me, inspired by Ursula Le Guin’s ‘The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas’ and BTS’ ‘Spring Day’ MV teaser
On the phrase “late-bloomer”

Calling someone who IDs as ace a late-bloomer really gets under my skin. Usually, it’s not said in malice, but it can still be hurtful and/or aggravating because: 

  • It makes it sound like you are more childish/immature/“innocent”/naive than other people your age. It makes it sound like you are somehow “behind” everyone else in terms of growing-up. No one wants to nor deserves to feel this way. 
  • Telling someone you are ace is not always easy! And when their response is to tell you you’re a late-bloomer, it feels as though they weren’t even listening, and it completely invalidates your identity. 

So please, if a friend or family member ever comes out to you as ace, do not suggest they are a late-bloomer. This will not do them any good, and will probably make them feel really shitty. 

This has been a PSA!

  • Me: wow i feel really shitty i should probably talk to someone about this
  • My brain: isolate yourself and cut everyone off no one wants to hear your shit
  • Me: you right, you right

anonymous asked:

In that one fic where Stan and Bill go to Vegas, it was said that when Bill wasn't around Dipper it showed "worse"? When he's not around Dipper is he more open about liking him, or...? Sorry- just kind of curious. Love all your writing, thanks for it!

Here are some things Stan noticed during that trip to Vegas, in no particular order.

1: Bill can be alright. Sometimes. When all his dickishness is pointed at someone else, he’s not the worst guy Stan’s teamed up with. And it earns one hell of a profit.
2: Bill never shuts up
3: Ever
4: Especially about Dipper
5: It’s not Stan’s freakin’ fault Dipper’s visiting his parents, or that Dipper didn’t want to bring Bill along, and frankly, Bill should be at least three fewer margaritas into the evening
6: Dipper’s an alright looking guy, but Bill after a few can’t stop complaining about how much more fun this would be if his ‘Adorable mortal’ were around
7: No, Stan’s not helping Bill decide what kind of souvenir would annoy Dipper the most, shopping’s interrupting a good flow of scamming
8: Stan would break Bill’s nose for the near-deadly bullshit he almost pulled on that one guy - but they’ve got a racket going and that’d interrupt it harder
9: Bill plays along with the Fake Heart Attack thing like a pro! They mighta gotten kicked out (again) if there weren’t a ‘doctor’ insisting Stan needed ‘immediate whiskey and a free hotel room’ and a few thousand in chips for ‘liability purposes’.
10: Bill gets a lotta lady attention, along with others. Charms all kindsa people - up until he pulls the carpet out from underneath them once he got their cash. Also, where did he get all those pictures of Dipper in his wallet. Or a wallet. And jeez, would he stop going on about how adorable his ‘husband’ is, it’s getting weird
11: It’s kinda alright to have another guy around who appreciates a good cigar.
12: When they don’t have the same goal, Stan can trust Bill about as far as he can throw him - but Dipper seems like a good way to keep him in line.

Fuck man I just want to protect all the kids who are lonely and sit by themselves in school or on the bus, the kids who have no one to talk to and who eat lunch alone. I want to protect the shy kids and the awkward kids who can never find their voice and who never quite fit in, always hanging out on the edges of their friend groups. I want to protect all the insecure kids, the kids who struggle with their weight or their skin, who hate their hair or the shape of their nose or the fact that their thighs touch, the kids who have never once felt beautiful, the kids who hate themselves because they look in the mirror and all they can see are the flaws society and all their peers have pointed out. I want to protect the kids who cry themselves to sleep at night, the kids who don’t have anyone to turn to, the kids who can’t imagine a future where they’re happy. I want to protect the kids who struggle in school, the kids who try so damn hard and still only manage to pass, the kids who stay up all night working on a project only to be told it’s “adequate”, the kids who equate their self worth to their grades and what college they can get into.

People seem to forget that being a kid so fucking hard and I just want kids to know it’s okay and it’s all going to work out. You’ll find someone who likes you for you. You’ll find a group of people just as weird as you to sit with. Your skin will clear and the scars will fade. You can learn to love your body. Failing an exam or two is never the end of the world, even if it feels like it at the time. School ends and you’ll move on and you’ll forget how miserable you were when you were 15. Because here’s the thing: being 15 is hard. Being a kid is the worst because kids can be cruel and adults forget what it was like to be young and all you’re trying to do is find yourself. But it doesn’t last forever. Don’t give up, I promise the best is still to come.

Keith Kogane
age: 22
country: korea

tfw ur working on a quick comic and decide to draw an outfit ref real quick, but it turns out really e x t r a.. 

♥ yoi au ♡

Hi I wrote this namkook thing on my way home and I didn't read over it so it's probably really shitty but thank you for 500+ followers okay I need to work on homework now bYE ILY ALL

Two Words


“Volleyball club… volleyball club…” I thought, ignoring the loud sea of upperclassmen swarming the hallways. My head faced down most of the time, watching my feet step on the filthy white flooring, on flyers, following another pair of feet. “You know, kook-ah, you’re not going to find the volleyball club if you keep looking down like that!” Snickered Taehyung, offering a rectangular smile to me.

“Yah, well, you’re looking too, hyung!” I spat back.

“Not specifically, no. You wouldn’t even be at this school if it weren’t for the volleyball club! You’d probably be at some fancy school like GOT7 or EXO or something!”

“Oi, that’s not true either! If Kim Namjoon-hyung had gone to those schools, I would have gone with him!”

“Ahhh… so you finally admit that you came here for Kim Namjoon~ how cute~” Taehyung snickered once more, earning him a light smack on the back of his head. “Ouch!” Tae laughed. I chucked with him, looking down at the ground once more. However, when I looked down, I found that we had parted from the sea of upperclassmen.

“Agh, no luck…” Taehyung looked over all the area, raising himself on his toes before turning to face me. “Kook-ah, you go on without me, alright? I gotta use the bathroom.” He said. I nodded in response, receiving a nod back from him, proceeded by him walking into the crowd behind us once again.

I sighed, waking the opposite way, in search of nothing in particular. At this point, I didn’t want to even get a sign-up form for the club. I just wanted to show up at the gym, and say “hey, I’m here to play, so let me,” but I don’t want to make a fool of myself. No, that is the exact opposite of what I want to do. Especially in the presence of Kim Namjoon.


“Is that him, over there?” Yoongi flicked his head in the direction of a group of people.

“For the last time yoongi, I don’t know exactly where you’re pointing if you just flick your head! Plus, nobody there even looks like Jungkook… were you even awake when we were watching him play?!”

“To be honest, I wasn’t.” Yoongi shrugged, taking a paper from the stack in his arms, attempting to present it to a passing first year. “Would you like to join the- volleyball club…” his voice lowered into a growl as the student passed by, who was completely oblivious to Yoongi’s offer. He slouched his shoulders against the cold metal lockers behind us.

“Joon, I know you saw Jungkook in the roster for the new first years, but maybe you were imagining it? We haven’t seen him, and we’ve gone everywhere, the hallways, outside, the bathrooms, what do you want to try next, the nurse’s office?” Yoongi questioned sarcastically.

I snapped my fingers. “Yeah! Let’s check there! Maybe he fell in the crowd and went to the nurse! I’ll check there! And I’ll take my bag too, so you can call me if you see him!” I said, already scooping my bag from its place on the floor beside me, tripping over it and nearly falling in the process. “Oi, if you’re not careful, you’ll be the one getting hurt! Also, is the nurse even here-?” Yoongi scolded. By that time I couldn’t hear him, the shouts of “hey, join our club!” Draining him out.

I weaved my way across my classmates and underclassmen, towering above nearly all of them. “Now that I think about it, how tall is Jungkook? I muttered, looking up at the ceiling as I turned a corner. "Is he taller than me, or shorter- shit!”

It was at that moment when the unavoidable happened. I knew it was bound to happen, yoongi did too. Hell, everyone who knows who I am knew that it was going to happen. Yoongi even went through the trouble of warning me. I should have been more careful, I should have watched my feet instead of letting my mind wander. But nevertheless, it happened. I fell, face-flat on the cold, icy floor, my Limbs extended like great, floppy noodles, application forms for the volleyball club scattering, then fluttering back to the ground, like great, white pieces of confetti saying, “congrats, Kim Namjoon, you’ve won the award for clumsiest man alive.”


“Crap, are you okay?” Said Jungkook, having a purple-haired man trip and fall right before him. He crouched slightly to help the young man up, before straightening right back up upon realizing who he was in front of.

“Ah, sorry…” said the man, picking up a few flyers around him. “… I’m kind of a klutz…!” He laughed, looking down at the papers before looking up at Jungkook’s rather flustered face.

“Sorry about tha-” The student began, his voice ceasing upon recognizing the boy before him.

“Jeon Jungkook” was all he was able to mutter.

Likewise, the younger male could only stutter two words:

“Kim Namjoon”

HBO Warmas → Day 18/25: Disney AU

Eugene Roe as Tiana

“Mama, I don’t have time for dancin’, that’s just gonna have to wait a while.”

so, skippy and I found that shippuden episode 431 was a disaster and that karin’s infinite tsukuyomi makes 100x more sense if 431 was an elaborate sob story that karin fabricated in order to manipulate those konoha interrogators


More of my shitty ass writing!

Title: Strangers

Summary: A stranger at a bar wasn’t your first choice of a partner, but this one doesn’t seem so bad.

Character: Finn Balor

Fandom: WWE

Warnings: Teeth melting fluff, unrealistic expectations, sex, lots of sex, latex free(FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WRAP IT BEFORE YA SLAP IT), lots of language in here and honestly probably some really shitty dialogue. Completely unedited as writing is hard.

Notes: PLEASE FORGIVE ME. THIS IS REALLY RUSHED AND THE ENDING FRUSTRATES ME. It also was supposed to go out on the Lord’s day because this is how we roll at this blog. QUICK TAG: @ambrosegirlforever if anyone else wants to be tagged just let me know!

Enjoy the Finn sin.

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REQUESTED - Taken care of

Request:  Can you take a request for me? Reader is sick and Steve or Bucky (or both, omg) take care of me/her? It can be short. I just need… You know - @becaamm  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader X Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1, 244

Warning: FLUFF!, Sexual tension, Bucky and Steve being two perfect boyfriends.

(A/N): So, I made this to my love @becaamm​ she was sick (doesn’t know what was, though) and I tried to make this, Is probably really shitty, but I tried and I did with all my heart. Get better, my pumpkin pie. 


Originally posted by little--batman

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


It was all you could feel, it was all you were.

But did you knew the source of it? Nop. Not a single fucking clue besides the various thoughts you were dying in agonizing pain and fever and tears and pain again.

“Doll?” You groaned, lifting your head up to stare at a worried Steve, that single movement making all of your neck and back hurt. “Are you okay?” When one tear slipped down your cheek, he knew that it wasn’t.

He ran away, getting back a couple of minutes later with Bruce and Bucky; your room was dark besides the annoying light the leaked through the open door.

“Ok, Y/N? I’ll have to turn on the lights to check on you, is that alright?” Groaning in response, you closed your eyes to avoid the bright light. You were half-asleep, even though you had been asleep for the last 5 hours before waking up from a 6 hours nap.

Maybe that was what made Steve go check on you, since you wouldn’t miss lunch and dinner when it was his day to cook.

You actually wouldn’t miss him cook, since you would make your entertain watching him sway around the kitchen with a cook apron tied on his waist with a simple sweatpants underneath that made his butt look even more beautiful. And you knew that after half an hour you would be stealing kisses and nibbling on his neck, almost making him burn the food.

“What does she have?” Bucky asked, worry leaking from his words as he rounded you and Bruce like a scared chicken. The thought made you chuckle painfully, yep, you were so sick that you were having weird thoughts.

“I don’t know, but seeing her symptoms… Is not a cold, she’s not with running and or stiff nose. She has a fever and is sweating cold, but that is obviously because of the fever to cool down the tempter of her body and-“

“Pain.” You whispered, hoping that he would shut up with the fast and weird words.


“Everywhere.” The moan that escaped your mouth made both super soldiers get closer to you, caressing the parts they could reach for.

“Can you give her anything?” Steve asked quietly as he ran his warm fingers through your face, ungluing the hair from your sweaty forehead.

“Unfortunately, I can’t. I don’t know what she have, yet. It can be a virus, maybe muscle reaction… We’ll have to wait to see if any more symptoms appears, but until then, she’ll have to drink a lot of water and eat healthy and light things, and-” You draft back to your tired sleep, ignoring Bruce’s speech of what you should do.

A warm feeling invaded you as someone peppered kisses all over your face to wake you up, recognizing the stubble and the scent of Bucky, you smiled and stretched as you tried to shoo away the tiredness.

You looked up at Steve carrying a tray of bows that – by the smell – were juicy fruits.

“C’mon, Darling, you need to eat something.” You groaned while Bucky helped you to sit and Steve placed the tray next to you. When you were outstretching your hand to grab a hold on the slice of watermelon, your blonde boyfriend stopped it gently, denying with his hand and getting himself the piece and handing it to your mouth while your other boyfriend cooed you under his arms and kissed your messed hair.

The warm cloud filled you again as you took a bite on the fruit, appreciating it taking the sourness and dry feeling off of your mouth.

“I probably look like shit.” You humbled, snuggling further into Bucky while accepting Steve’s care of feeding you.

“You look beautiful.” James said without hesitation, stroking your arms and sides as Steve completed:

“As always.” Smiling, you kept eating, receiving approval hums every time you finished one fruit. “Do you want us to do anything, love?” Being laid again with as much love as Bucky could give you, you tried to think of something.

“Can you finish reading to us the book you brought?” He smiled, nodding with his head as you snuggle into the bed with Bucky, waiting to Steve to get back with the book. When he did, he laid on your other side, clearing his throat before starting to read with a calm and steady voice.

Feeling loved and satisfied with your two men next to you, the exhaustion got the best of you, the memories of them kissing and taking care of you that evening filling your thoughts and sending you to an ease and peaceful zone.

You kept waking up from hour to hour, but the voices of them talking quietly about random things made you fall asleep again, their hands caressing your pained parts such as your back and arms.

When you woke up the next morning, you had your head resting on Steve’s chest while Bucky was hugging your back, comfort made you purr, smiling and stroking James’ hand, you took it off of you, quietly crawling out of bed, both of them still asleep when you entered the shower, washing yourself and your hair with the thought that maybe if you felt cleaner, you would get better.

You wrapped yourself on a towel, yawning and getting back to your room. Buck was nowhere to be seen and Steve was going through your drawer of clothes.

“Sit, Kitten.” Doing as told, you waited, still feeling a little bit dizzy from whatever you had. “Why didn’t you call one of us?” You shrugged your shoulders, hearing him sigh before grabbing another towel and drying gently your hair.

“As long as I know, in this relationship, the old ones are you and Bucky.” He chuckled, denying with his head before starting to brush and blow dry your hair, the loud buzz making you cringe slightly.

“Almost done.” When the sound of the door being open got your attention, you looked at Bucky, seeing him with breakfast in hands and was smiling lovingly at you.

“Morning, life.” You received a quick peak on your lips before he placed the food on the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“A little bit better, still tired and in pain, though.” He hummed, waiting Steve to finish whatever he was doing so you could all eat.

“You can eat, if you’re hungry.” Bucky and you denied with your heads, and since your boyfriend didn’t have anything to do instead of watch you almost sleep innumerous times, he decided to help you dress.

“Is that ok to you?” Rolling your eyes, you took off the towel, letting if rest on the bed as you smirked when you heard both of them gulp loudly.

“I thought you were going to dress me?” Steve chuckled as Bucky started to dress you trying to keep his eyes on your face.

Your body wasn’t unknown for them, but they were being thoughtful in not teasing, since you were sick.

After breakfast, you were snuggled between both of them watching your favorite show and didn’t had to raise one single finger for the days that you were with whatever you had.

You knew how much you were loved by both of them, and even though you were one of the ‘leaders’, the one that takes care of the team, you always let them take care of you.


You loved it, they loved it. 

Condemn to a forever tagging: @fangirlandnerd @tommys-girl1980  @myplaceofthingsilove

All Bucky: @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x 

when I was younger I used to be like “no!! I’d never drink, imagine what I could do under the influence!!” and now I’m just like. making plans! like as soon it’s legal I’m getting a bunch of friends together and we are going out to the woods or the beach or someone’s cabin or some shit and we’re gonna get blackout drunk and then cry about being adults like it’s just a natural thing I see in my future

Bad Timing - Tim Drake x Reader

Prompt: Could you please write a prompt where Tim and the reader are bestfriends and vigilantes, they get kidnapped, manage to escape only for the reader to get injured and almost die which makes Tim realize he likes the reader?? Lots of fluff at the end?

Tim ran harder than he had ever in his life. All that consumed his mind was finding you. You were in trouble and if he didn’t get there fast enough … he wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to forgive himself if something happened to you.

He was careless. He burst through the door where they were holding you hostage without a second thought. He should have been more careful, he should have thought this through. He was just so desperate to you out of here.

Tim took out anyone who stood in his way and he fought his way through the compound. He burst through the door at the end of a long hallway to find you chained to a chair anchored to the floor. A man leered over you with a tray full of bloodied instruments.

Tim saw red and lunged at the torturer. He kicked the back of his knees and grabbed him by the neck before smashing him against the wall.

“What are you going to do? Kill me?” He laughed maniacally. Tim glared and gripped the man’s neck tighter. It would be so easy to end him right here for what he did to you.

“You’re going to wish I killed you.” Tim threatened. This only caused the torturer to laugh harder. He looked over Tim’s shoulder and grinned.

“I don’t think your girl can wait that long.” He laughed. “I think you need to get your priorities straight, mate.” He smiled. Tim couldn’t stand the look on his face and landed a solid punch to his nose, the bones breaking underneath his fist. He collapsed onto the ground holding his bloody nose and started laughing. Tim couldn’t stand to look at him without wanting to murder him so he turned and ran to your side.

You were unconscious and horrifically battered. He made quick work of your binds and you fell slumped into his arms. Tim scooped you up into his arms, careful not to aggravated any of your wounds too much.

“Don’t worry [Y/N], I’m going to get you out of here.” He told you. You could only moan in response to your pain.

“I wouldn’t count on it, mate” Your torturer laughed. Tim wanted to kick him in the face on his way out but he had more important things now. He needed to get you help. With how pale you looked, Tim didn’t know how long you could go without medical help.

“Stay with me [Y/N].” Tim pleaded as he rushed you back to the Batcave.

“Tim.” You moaned weakly.

“I’m here [Y/N]. I’m going to get you help, alright? You’re going to get through this.” He said. He didn’t know who he was trying to convince more.

“Tim if I don’t make -” You started before you started coughing painfully.

“Don’t say that [Y/N].” Tim begged. He didn’t want to think of the possibility that you might …

“Please Tim I need you to know,” You choked out. “I love you Tim. I’m sorry we never had the chance …” You trailed off. Your eyes started to slip closed in your exhaustion.

“Hold on for just a little while longer, [Y/N]! We’re almost there. Don’t close your eyes [Y/N].” Tim demanded gripping your hand tightly, hoping that his hold would anchor you here just long enough for him to get you to safety. “Just keep talking to me, [Y/N].”

“I know this is probably … a really shitty time … but do you …?”

“I do love you, I’ve always loved you.” Tim supplied, thinking he knew where your question was heading. He didn’t realize it until that moment but he always thought of you as more than just a friend. He hated that it took you dying in his arms to finally realize it.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to go to that new sushi place but I’ll take that too.” You joked weakly.

“I’ll take you there on a date as soon as you get better. A real date.” Tim promised.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

yeah, im completely procrastinating linearting of the dc covers

also im trash im sorry