this isn't too bad i think

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
  • * * *
  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fandom: OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*
From what I've listened so far:
  • Wolf 359: Aliens? They like classical music, and we're going to exploit them because ~capitalism~.
  • The Penumbra Podcast: Aliens? Their stuff is pretty cool, but they're extinct and we live here now.
  • Kakos Industries: Aliens? Great gardeners. We're taking credit for their existence. If they try to conquer Earth, we're taking credit for that too.
  • Welcome to Night Vale: Aliens? Whaaaaaaat? Who said anything about aliens??? They TOTALLY don't run the government and use humanity as a testing ground for reality-altering technology. LOOK AT THIS CUTE CAT AND ALSO MY HOT SCIENTIST HUSBAND STOP THINKING ABOUT ALIENS WE'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO THINK ABOUT THE ALIENS!!!!!
  • Alice Isn't Dead: Aliens? *deep sigh* This country is obsessed with the idea of "otherness". We label those who are different from us, those we deem unworthy of sharing this land, as "other". As "illegal aliens". Why? Is it such a crime to be different? Is otherness inherently bad?
  • The Bridge: Aliens? ALIENS???? ARE ALIENS REAL TOO?? WE HAVE ENOUGH TO WORRY ABOUT IN OUR OWN GODFORSAKEN OCEAN WE CAN'T WORRY ABOUT ALIENS TOO!!! Also hey I have a cool story about aliens.
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“But they just fucked with the wrong guy.” [requested by: @kteague]

A wrestle in the rubble

1

His crush was getting out of hand.

Beside him, Steve was trying to keep his laughter under control but there was only so much the punk could do while literally shaking from repressed laughter.

There was so much he wanted to say, to do, but there was one thing in his path, one bridge he couldn’t cross.

Their secret identities.

In a team of superheroes, they all knew each other pretty well, could joke without hitting too many sore spots, chat over the coms like an old band of friends. But they didn’t know who everyone actually was. Which name was written on the letter box in front of their house, what name they were called by their friends when they were living a nice, normal life among their peers.

They could all make assumptions but there was only so much you could guess from small hints and slips. There was no way Bucky was going to mess with it by knocking on some poor guy’s door and asking him if he was spending his free time fighting super villains.

One way to blow his own cover, for fuck’s sake.

But damn, if there was one person capable of making him do it, it definitely was Iron Man.

Sitting in front of them and beside the Black Widow, the armored hero was talking with her in such an easy way it was a small wonder. The Widow was many things, but talkative wasn’t one of them, yet she had a weird kind of relationship with Iron Man. One could almost call it friendship if the Black Widow hadn’t been involved. Everyone knew the woman didn’t do friendship. Yet, the way she kept reaching out to touch the metal covered thigh, a small, almost not there, smile pulling the corner of her lips. She was looking at the helmet like she knew who was behind it, and maybe she did.

With a groan, Bucky crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, or what was left of it. It wasn’t that he was jealous but he couldn’t help but wish he and Iron Man were that much at ease, the one that was on the other end of Iron Man’s laugh, the one that made him laugh in the first place. The one that made his voice change that slightest bit that meant the man behind the mask was smiling. The one that touched that metal covered thigh and leant in to whisper something closer to the man’s ear.

He wanted it so hard, wanted to know so bad, it was a physical pain. Like a blow to the chest.

Steve elbowed him..

“What about that cutie you talked about the other day?”

Yeah, right. Knife. Wound. Twist it. Nice blow, Stevie.

With a grunt, Bucky stood and moved to another piece of rubble farther away to sit. He didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to remember that he actually had crushes on two fucking people and he could have none of them.

Not that the guy at the coffee shop was any superhero, mind you, but he was a damn civilian to begin with.  And Bucky was actually doing a dangerous job. He had seen enough families crying their eyes out when someone had to tell them they wouldn’t see their wife, husband, sister, brother, daughter or son anymore. And he wasn’t sure if anyone on the team could actually inform a family about that kind of significant event. But even aside from all that, he didn’t want to burden anyone with himself as a boyfriend, or even as a friend. He wasn’t all rainbow and sunshine, more like Brooding & Co.

This guy was the kind you didn’t want to see cry. Ever.

Well, maybe some creepy crappy guy out there did want to but he, actually, did not. There was so much brilliance in his eyes he didn’t want to imagine a world with them dimmed by grief or brightened by tears. His beauty when they sparkled with mischief each time he was about to tell one of his damn jokes, pun or innuendo, was worth waking up at six o’clock in the morning.

The loud clank of Iron Man’s boots startled him out of his thoughts. He raised his head, eyes falling on the smooth expanse of metal that was the man’s helmet. Gold and red. Such beautiful colors. He hadn’t thought it at first, convinced it was arrogant but getting to know Iron Man changed his mind.

“Cleaning arrived?” he asked, clearing his throat when he heard his own cracked voice.

“Nah,” came the computerized voice, “I just saw how you left Cap. Trouble in paradise?”

Behind his thick goggles, Bucky blinked and answered without thinking

“If anything, I wouldn’t call living with Cap a paradise. A coffee and a cinnamon roll, that would be the paradise. Having to kick his ass each time he does something reckless? More like a chore.”

That tore a startled laugh out of Iron Man which made Bucky’s lips twitch slightly. He shifted to leave enough space for the big man to sit beside him and patted the spot without looking at him.

“Sit down.”

“Asked so nicely, how could I refuse?”

The snort came out naturally and he let him settle, the sound of iron against concrete grating against his sensitive hearing.

“So, why did you run away from the Widow? Realized she’s gonna eat ya?”

This time, the elbow that dug into his ribs was made of iron and particularly pointy. He yelped and swatted the arm away with a glare. Knowing it wasn’t going to be noticed behind his goggles only made him more annoyed.

“Asshole,” he grumbled.

Beside him, the armor whirred and whistled as Iron Man extended his right leg, leaning slightly backward to rest his elbows on the concrete. He almost looked at ease. Almost.

Bucky’s smirk hadn’t gone unnoticed and he was sure Iron Man was actually glaring at him. It seems like they were taking turns now, to Bucky’s satisfaction.

“Ah, I see,” Bucky drawled, eyeing the injured leg. “I wouldn’t want the Widow as a caregiver either.”

“At least you understand.”

The relieved sigh made him smile even wider.

“No, I don’t.”

Beside him, the helmet made a sound when it turned toward him, he felt like he was being glared at.

“What makes you think I’m better than her?” Said Bucky, a mischievous smile on his lips as he turned slightly to the left, towards the rest of the team, where Steve was now talking with Hawkeye and Widow. The Winter Soldier took a big intake of breath and yelled: “Hey, Wido-”.

The air was knocked right out of him when a red and gold armor tackled him to the ground with a shout of betrayal.

2


It had taken quite a lot of determination to wake up the day after the fight.

When the cleaning team had come, they had helped as much as they could. Before, at the beginning, they would have started clearing away the rubble right away after the fight. But after one particularly bad event where someone had swiped the wrong piece of rubble, they preferred to wait. It was apparently a good thing.

People liked responsible heroes accepting that they weren’t perfect and needed to be guided when they were not fighting. Good publicity. And a time of rest after the fight. It wasn’t even expected of them to actually help with the cleaning but, once again, good publicity.

That and their conscious, too. They just couldn’t leave the battlefield to the others without helping themselves. Except when one or more of them were actually badly injured.

They had finished around two in the morning. Which meant barely three to four hours of sleep before he had to wake up again, sore everywhere and feeling like someone was trying to drill a hole in his skull.

The good thing was that now he had a good, warm coffee in his hands. He was sitting in his usual spot at the coffee shop and waiting for his curly haired wonder to make an appearance.

The weather outside was pretty cold, making him hope that Iron Man had stayed at home and wasn’t wandering around with an injured leg. All he wanted to do was to barge into the guy’s house and take care of him like he used to with Steve back in the day. But he didn’t knew the fella’s name, nor did he knew where he lived, so there was that.

At least he had the possibility of seeing his small miracle this morning.

But said small wonder was late.

If he had to believe his phone, he was approximately twelve minutes late. And that was a lot. Bucky was at his second coffee, his knee jerking chaotically under the table, nerves tensing at the prospect of not seeing Cutie this time. The tenseness was nothing in the light of the fear that came crawling up to him.

He was a mother-hen, he knew that, he couldn’t help but take care of those he cared about and both the Iron Man and curly haired wonder were among them. What if he was actually hurt somewhere? Sick, maybe? Unless… unless he had found another coffee shop? And Bucky would never know?

He lowered his eyes, glaring into his cup.

Twenty-two minutes after his usual arrival, though, curly haired wonder came through the door.

Bucky let out a relieved sigh and settled comfortably in his booth, trying to stare without being too obvious. Damn, the guy was a sight for sore eyes and a tired soul.

Today, he was wearing one of those relaxed outfits that screamed “expensive” yet looked simple. A nice fitting pair of jeans that hugged his thighs just the right way, showed off muscles and revealed a trim, delicious waist. The shirt fitted tight enough to let his imagination run wild and the jacket highlighted the wide, strong shoulders. Sunglasses hid the warm eyes, the bright, warm brown.

Bucky still couldn’t quite find the right shade. Some days, sunny days, they were a whiskey shade that brightened his face so much. And when he smiled, it was a wonder in itself, the soldier couldn’t help but stare. Other days, they were a warm, deep shade of brown that spread heat through Bucky’s chest, making him feel all soft and weak in the knees.

Walking slowly in his sneakers, Cutie ran a hand through his soft, curly, dark hair and Bucky had to sip his coffee to keep himself from moaning dumbly in want. Damn what would he give to do it himself. Carding his fingers through the thick curls on top of that handsome face, maybe go a little farther down and brush against the neatly trimmed goatee. And then run his thumb along those damnable lips.

As if aware of being stared at, Cutie turned his head toward him.

For a full second, Bucky was sure they made eye-contact. It was hard to say, what with the sunglasses, but Cutie was definitely looking his way.

With a small smile, feeling braver than he had felt the days before, he reached up and carded his hand through his own hair, feeling the long strands running between his fingers. Staring at him with his mouth agape before catching himself, Cutie snorted loud enough for Bucky to hear him. Bucky shot one of his charming smiles and winked at him, hoping to get a reaction but the barista called Cutie’s attention and that was it.

Grumbling lightly into his coffee, Bucky let it go for now. It wasn’t his best move, maybe, but at least he made him laugh, or close to it. It was still something.

Shame those glasses were there though, he would have loved to see how his eyes had crinkled and the golden sparkles in them.

“Hey,” the voice was warm and he could almost hear the smile in it. And it was right there when he raised his head, looking at Cutie coming his way in careful steps, he was limping a little bit, maybe the reason for his lateness ? “the seat’s tak-”

The yelp was almost as charming as the way he had time to catch a glimpse of the wide opened eyes when the guy slipped on the floor and fell.

All Bucky could do was to grab the cup of coffee before it went down too and spilled it’s hot content on its hot owner.

It took him a full second before what happened hit him entirely and he looked down. Sprawled on the floor, his glasses askew, looking like he couldn’t believe what had happen to him, was Cutie.

“You okay, down there?” He asked, still holding the coffee and not knowing how exactly this was his life.

The groan he got in answer was oddly expressive. Setting the coffee cup on the table, he helped the guy stand and guided him to the seat next to him.

Rubbing his sore leg, wonder-boy side-eyed him.

“So… you saved the coffee first?”

Holy shit, the irony was biting and Bucky shouldn’t love it that much. And that slight grin curving the man’s lips was doing funny things to his belly. That was actually concerning.

Fighting to keep his composure, Bucky drawled: “Their coffee’s worth the trouble…”

The sunglasses folded on the jacket’s front pocket, Bucky had an open view to those wonderful eyes. And they went comically wide as the guy put a hand on his chest, acting dramatically offended.

“I should be annoyed,” he said slowly. He then dropped the act and finished with a shrug: “but you’re actually right.”

Bringing his coffee cup toward him, Cutie gulped down half of it and winced at the heat but looked a little bit better for wear.

He was apparently one of those guys that felt better the instant coffee touched their tongue. Not that Bucky could talk, considering he was one of them too. Even if, sometimes, hot cocoa had his preferences.

“So… you’re clumsy like that all the time or it was just for me and you were hoping I’d catch you?”

Beside him, the man squawked and elbowed him, the hard bone hitting between his ribs with awful accuracy.

Yelping, Bucky swatted the arm away with a glare, rubbing his sore side with his other hand.

He was still glaring when he realized Cutie was staring at him, wide eyed before a low smirk started to creep his way to his lips. The mischievous look was less appealing now that it was directed at him.

“You know,” he said while leaning toward him with the look of the cat that got the cream, “I always wondered how your eyes looked when you were glaring at us behind your goggles.”

And just like that, Bucky knew he was well and truly fucked. But he was very much happy to be.

***

Later that day, while walking down the street toward Steve and Bucky’s place, they came across the newspapers.

They were all full of pictures of Iron Man and the Winter Soldier wrestling in the rubble. Some were shouting about irresponsible heroes, others were already speaking of a rift in the team, of dissension. Those with a good angle and a view on the Winter Soldier’s lower face had another hypothesis.

Obviously laughing his ass off, the feared Winter Soldier was trying to free himself with the efficiency of a three year old. The title and the text below were sweet as sugar.

In the following hour, it found itself stapled to Bucky’s bedroom’s wall next to his headboard.


You can find this story on AO3!

anonymous asked:

au where bill asks richie to fake date him to make stan jealous, but stan isn't a jealous person and is happy for him. but eddie is extremely jealous, so he asks stan to fake date him to make richie jealous, and bill is like "fuck... Fuck.. this didn't work," thinking that stan moved on with eddie, and richie is miserable because he thinks eddie moved on with stan, too. and it's just a horrible cycle of miscommunication and bad course of action

YA CAN I FUCKIN UHHH WRITE THIS

Sometimes I just have this overwhelming feeling of hatred for the human race. This is how I know it is time to hermit.
—  INTP
angsty starters ( + sad qoutes / song lyrics. )
  • "I love you enough to let you go,"
  • "I heard you moved on,"
  • "I didn't come here to hurt you,"
  • "Where did you go?"
  • "I'm sorry we fell in love."
  • "We'll do everything on our own."
  • "I'm so sorry,"
  • "You'll never understand."
  • "Please don't go,"
  • "I still love you,"
  • "I don't love you anymore."
  • "I never loved you,"
  • "I can't do this."
  • "We can't be together!"
  • "Will I ever see you again?"
  • "May we meet again,"
  • "I promise I'll do better,"
  • "I just want to see you, one more time."
  • "I'd give anything to see you one more time."
  • "One last time?"
  • "I don't deserve you,"
  • "You don't deserve me,"
  • "People like us don't get happy endings,"
  • "You still love me?"
  • "I never meant to hurt you,"
  • "I understand..."
  • "If you want to go, it's okay."
  • "I gave up everything for you!"
  • "I really need you to trust me,"
  • "Can you listen to me for once!"
  • "I cheated on you,"
  • "You cheated on me?"
  • "Don't expect me to come crawling back,"
  • "Shame on me, you fooled me twice."
  • "You said I wasn't just like anyone."
  • "Did I even ever cross your mind?"
  • "Can we pretend that we're in love?"
  • "I can't lose you,"
  • "Please go,"
  • "Don't you dare die on me!"
  • "I'm not losing you again!"
  • "I'm incomplete without you,"
  • "I will love you for the rest of my life,"
  • "So this is goodbye?"
  • "Kiss me goodbye."
  • "I loved them and they died."
  • "I was a bet?"
  • "You were nothing but a bet."
  • "Can you hold me?"
  • "I loved and I lost you."
  • "It's okay,"
  • "The worst day of loving someone is when you lose them."
  • "It hurts like hell,"
  • "I'm not coming back."
  • "You're never coming back?"
  • "What do you mean you're dying!"
  • "Come back to me,"
  • "What happened?!"
  • "They're dead!"
  • "Where's my love,"
  • "Don't do this,"
  • "I'll see you again."
  • "There's nothing we can do to bring them back."
  • "I don't want to be alone anymore,"
  • "You promised you'd never leave me."
  • "First love, you remember what that's like?"
  • "If I don't have you I have nothing at all,"
  • "I'm not going to fight you,"
  • "You're my friend."
  • "It's too late to apologize."
  • "You left me!"
  • "You left us!"
  • "You chose them over me,"
  • "I need you,"
  • "I was hoping that you'd stay."
  • "I never lied to you,"
  • "You said you might die so what the hell?"
  • "It's a bad joke,"
  • "We can never be the same again,"
  • "You don't need you,"
  • "You're not alone."
  • "You broke my heart."
  • "It made me think of you."
  • "You're my world."
  • "Do I wanna know?"
  • "So sad to see you go,"
  • "This is it, isn't it."
  • "Now I just sit in silence."
  • "Are you okay?"
  • "Are you hurt?"
  • "I'll go with you."
  • "How bad is it?"
  • "My feelings for you are real, they always have been."
  • "Someday you'll understand."
  • "Because I love you,"
  • "There was just something about them,"
  • "I'm sorry for breaking your heart."
  • "It wasn't an act."
  • "Time doesn't heal everything."
  • "This is your fault!"
  • "Tell me what to do!"
  • "I didn't mean for this to happen."
  • "Everythings a mess."
  • "You ruined my life,"
  • "Do you still love me?"
  • "You gotta get up, we have to go."
  • "It's okay,"
  • "It was nothing,"
  • "I'll do something."
  • "You're safe here,"
  • "Don't forget me."
  • "I ruined this,"
  • "You ruined this."
  • "Quiet is violent."
  • "You promised me!"
  • "Stop lying with those words."
  • "If this is some kind of sick joke, you better tell me!"
  • "You're all I have!"
  • "I'm not ready to say goodbye."
  • "I don't want to go,"
  • "I loved you,"
  • "You don't have to do this,"
  • "I'm afraid it's never going to be okay again."
  • "I'm terrified,"
  • "You're a monster."
  • "You're all I have!"
  • "I'm a monster."
  • "Only fools fall for you,"
  • "Everything comes to an end,"
  • "I thought I loved you."
  • "Now I just sit in silence."
  • "It's unbearable."
  • "You're my first love."
  • "I never wanted to hurt you,"
  • "I was here,"
  • "Help me,"
  • "They won..."
  • "You don't love them."
  • "You're breaking my heart,"
  • "I hate you!"
  • "It's a waste of time,"
  • "You're all I want."
  • "I've always loved you!"
  • "I can pretend anymore."
  • "i didn't have a choice!"
  • "What if it's agony now and it's hell later on?"
  • "Love I will let you go,"
  • "I left behind something great."
  • "I want you back,"
  • "I don't regret any of it, not if it kept you safe."
  • "Get over yourself,"
  • "You'll be the death of me."
  • "Everything just fell apart."
  • "What the hell am I doing here?"
  • "I want you so much but I hate your guts."
  • "I found love where it wasn't supposed to be."
  • "You still like them, don't you?"
  • "What are you doing?!"
  • "I did this to protect you!"
  • "Don't cry,"
  • "I'm not crying,"
  • "I'm dying,"
  • "A-Are you alright?"
  • "I'll come back for you."
  • "I've never felt so alone."
  • "You don't love me! You don't even know me!"
  • "I don't even know who you are anymore."
  • "I don't even know who I am anymore,"
  • "Please let me do this for you."
  • "You're one of the lucky ones."
  • "It's never going to be okay."
Taeyong as a Newlywed

Group: NCT

Member: Lee cutie Taeyong

AN: i love taeyong

***if you guys want me to make this a new series on my blog just tell me! aka like the ______ as a boyfriend or ______ as a bestfriend!

Originally posted by nctinfo

  • to start off
  • he texted you and asked to stop by the practice room
  • of course you said yes
  • you love to go to the practice room because love to see tae of course and the boys
  • so first you go buy snick snacks for everyone
  • picking up their favorites
  • when you arrive to dorm it was odd
  • all the lights in the building were off
  • you even wondered if anyone if was there
  • you pressed the door bell on the door and someone had to be there because the switch went off that unlocked the door
  • this was odd
  • so you slid through the door wishing someone was there to help you there with all the bags
  • ((((there had to be a lot of food to feed a lot of kids))))
  • so you walk up the stairs to the room where the boys usually practice
  • and it was weird there was no noise
  • like no giggles or music you could hear down the block
  • was it your birthday? no
  • was it your anniversary? no, you could never forget that
  • what was it?
  • you grab the door handle and hear the door click as you open it
  • you now start to hear faint a “shhhh” from someone coming from the corner
  • you start to reach for the light switch but someone beat you to it,
  • that someone being doyoung
  • “errrr, hello doyoung?”
  • you turn your head and see everyone standing with one rose in their hand
  • and you eyes followed each person until they finally landed on taeyong.
  • he’s sitting in a chair with a full bouquet of roses
  • he gets up and crosses the room to you handing you the flowers
  • he then leads you to the chair he was previously sitting in
  • “y/n. i didn’t ask you over to bring food or just hang out with the boys and i. i brought you here because i have something to ask you. i love you so much and i will never stop loving you. i want to grow old with you and i want you to be the mother of my children. i want little y/n’s running around the house i will buy us. i want you in my life forever. so will you do my the honor and marry me?”
  • when he finishes you are sniffling and wiping your eyes but you manage to let out a soft “yes”
  • he picks you up from your chair and swings you around
  • this is the start of your life with taeyong
  • you and taeyong get married in a lovely traditional church
  • there are flowers hanging from the ceiling and fairy lights hanging down the walls
  • taeyong’s sister was a really big help helping you plan this since taeyong himself was no help
  • “i do” taeyong says looking deeply into your eyes
  • you almost got choked up on saying “i do” because this is the man you truly love and you have so much love for him at this very second
  • “you may now kiss the bride”
  • taeyong softly held your face and got so close your lips were grazing his and he whispered “i love you” and pressed his lips deeply into yours showing how much he really loves you
  • the butterflies flew all throughout  your body
  • after you broke the kiss you gave him another peck and whispered back “i love you too…so much”
  • for your honeymoon taeyong took you to honolulu, hawaii
  • it was so beautiful
  • when you first arrived you both were so tired from the last couple of days you both just laid down and took a nap
  • “we will be well rested y/n” was taeyong’s only argument before he pulled you down on to the bed with him
  • when you woke up you could hear the waves crashing on the sand because the balcony door was open which was odd
  • so you got out of the bed and made your way outside and you saw taeyong sitting down staring at the ocean
  • you sat down on his lap and noticed he was playing with his ring
  • “is it bothering you?”
  • “no no of course not,” taeyong said moving his arms around your waist while you laid your head on his shoulder “it just doesn’t feel real yet. i mean i married to the love of my life. and i just love you so much y/n.”
  • the whole time was just i love you’s and kisses
  • you both shared so many memories that you could never forget
  • every person he would meet or heck even just see on the street and would just scream “WE JUST GOT MARRIED!!” with the dorkest grin on his face
  • every morning you wake up to some new breakfast you “just had to try”
  • and everyday you would go to the beach and end up being thrown in the water by taeyong
  • and every night you and taeyong would lay face to face in bed spilling everything you love about each other
  • taeyong was perfect
  • and taeyong thought you was perfect
  • you both are perfect for each other

there are some respects (especially as regards worldbuilding) in which LOTR is a lot more nuanced and detailed than many later users of the genre conventions it helped popularize and so there’s some stuff that Tolkienesque fantasy gets criticised for that Tolkien himself doesn’t actually tend to do

there’s obviously plenty to criticise in LOTR itself, but it’s not always what seems obvious based on later examples of the genre, and it’s fascinating to see how those tropes have mutated

Meanwhile, in Romerica
  • America: ...so I'll just pick you up, then we can-
  • Romano: Wait, how come I never drive?
  • America: ...Uh...
  • Romano: It's because you think I'm a bad driver isn't it?
  • America: What? Pffft! No! Of course not!
  • Romano: Good, 'cause I'm driving tonight.
  • America: *Sweats* cool bro.
  • [Later]
  • Romano, driving 75mph in a 45mph: GET THE HELL OUTTA MY WAY! FUCK YOU TOO! WHO'RE HONKING AT? HERE, I CAN HONK TOO!
  • America, crying softly: This is it. This is the end.
The girl from the park

“She had long, shiny black hair, a pale skin and a dark look. She seemed to wander aimlessly, yet I always saw her going the same way. The first time I saw her I was sitting on a bench in the park, drawing the landscape as usual. Then a gust of wind blew my sketches and trying to catch them up, I saw this girl.

Since that day, I used to come back to this park, on the same bench, to see her again. She intrigued me, I wanted to approach her, get to know her or just talk to her, just once.

One day, I decided to accost her. I waited impatiently for her arrival, but when night fell, I realized she would not come today. I went back the next day, then the day after and so on for several weeks but it was still the same. She was gone. Although she occupied all my thoughts, her image seemed to fade from my mind. For fear of never seeing her again, I asked passers-by to get even one detail about her, but no one knew her nor saw her.

While wandering in the park hoping to find her, I came across an old plaque with an inscription erased in part by time: I could only read the words “in memory of … deceased here …”.
That’s when I understood.”

What kind of girl they would date
  • This is my opinion, about what I feel they would find attractive traits in girls. You don't have to agree with this, this is just my personal opinion.
  • Harry potter: I think Harry would date someone who would be very understanding. She would give him space if he needed and will be a listening ear when he needs it. She will be someone that will always be there for him. I also think that she would be kind, maybe a Hufflepuff, yet very brave. She wouldn't be afraid to stand up for herself and the ones she loves. She would stand up for Harry, too, although he didn't need it.
  • Ron Weasley: I think Ron would date someone who was in Hufflepuff. I just think he needs someone who thinks he is just as important as Harry Potter. I think he needs someone who will support him and tell him how important he is to her personally. She would be kind, and smart but would rather spend her time outside in the sun than studying. She would be someone who enjoys the little things. I also think she would be on the sensitive side, wanting love and being afraid of rejection.
  • Draco Malfoy: I think Draco needs someone who is a really good listener and can deal with a lot of his problems and talk. I don't think she would be jealous. I do think she would be a Slytherin. They would fight a lot, just because she could be a bitch when she had enough. I think she would also not give in in just a few hours. I'm pretty sure they could have fights for days because they are both just very stubborn. I think she won't like Muggleborns, just like Draco. That would be one thing they had in common. i don't think she would hate on 'blood traitors' and not on the other Houses unless she had a good reason. She would also like Quidditch and only cheer for him.
  • Fred Weasley: Fred would date an extrovert, someone who loves to laugh and isn't shy. He would like someone who is bad at hiding how they feel, making them an open book. I think she would love to prank and barely ever gets jealous. She would, however be less understanding for his problems and would just laugh at him getting detention( unless with Umbridge, of course). I think that she would be very sarcastic and bubbly. She would have a lot of friends, guy friends, too. That was something Fred wouldn't like too much. I think she and her guy friends would often innocently flirt, making Fred angry and causing small fights. He knows she would never cheat, because one of her good traits is loyal, something I think Fred needs.
  • George Weasley: George, unlike his twin would date someone on the shy side. Not very shy, but more to herself, with less friends. She would be very kind and sweet. She would take her studies very seriously and in the beginning, she wouldn't like his pranks. She would grow into them and even covering for the twins. She would never be a part of them, however. She would like to just lay outside in the grass with George, and he would like that too. It would just be the two of them, kissing, hugging, laughing. She would be very funny, just not many people know that.
  • Neville Longbottom: Definitively a sweet girl. However, she won't be very shy, she would be more outspoken and not afraid to tell people what she thinks. She would listen to all of Neville's problems and when necessary, she would tell him to snap out of it and go o with his life.
  • Oliver Wood: I think Oliver would date someone who LOVES Quidditch. I guess everyone knew. She doesn't need to play it, but just loves it and never miss a match. If she plays, she would be just as competitive as Oliver and if in an other house, the two would definitively be very competitive, making bets and trying to get the most amount of people on their side. After for example, she loses, Oliver would rub it in her face before complementing her. I think he would be very sweet and caring, unless she said she will beat him in the next game, then he will go defensive. They would be very cute and as I like to put a stamp on everything, GOALS.
what the strings think during rehearsal
  • first violins: oh god oh god this is too many sixteenth notes and way too high and I sound like an owl screeching please rescue us
  • second violins: this isn't too bad. that's kind of a funky rhythm oh no the entire section is lost again. ok, I guess we'll all just play quietly and let the first violins do the things. it's not like the conductor even acknowledges our existence anyway.
  • violas: ha ha guess who didn't get the melody AGAIN. oooh exciting quarter notes. come on, give us a challenge and OH GOD THERE ARE SIXTEENTH NOTES NOW I AM NOT OKAY and back to quarter notes, come on this is baby stuff and HOW DO I READ TREBLE CLEF I AM NOT A VIOLIN STOP TORTURING ME
  • cellos: this is alright, I guess. kind of boring when we're just keeping the beat but ok. ooooh the shifty thing. more vibrato. always more vibrato. yes. *inhales deeply* yes.
  • bass: I'm hungry lol
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That thing you read? Sure, it’s amazing, but just because you wrote something doesn’t mean it’s not amazing. You’re amazing too!

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Someone who does this shit all the time.

BTS EYES
  • SeokJin: His eyes are quite beautiful, I don't think people talk about this too much. SeokJin's eyes look completely dark, like you can't see anything on them. But if you look good, you can see there's always a little spot with a tiny spark.
  • Yoongi: Yoongi's eyes are special. He is capable of giving you a vibe that maybe it isn't the truth. Yoongi could hate you but send you a 'loving look' and you will fall in love (if you already weren't).
  • Hoseok: Beautiful eyes too. Hoseok's eyes always spark more in the top part. From the bottom his eyes are dark, but then they spark. A truly sun.
  • Namjoon: His eyes have an addictive sweetness. His eyes are capable of giving you a hard but at the same time sweet look. "Too bad but it's too sweet".
  • Jimin: I think Jimin's eyes are a little similar to Namjoon's ones. But in this case, Jimin is mixed by sweetness and sexiness.
  • Taehyung: He literally has puppies eyes. His eyes are brilliant and round. Sometimes he crosses a little his eyes, which gives him an innocent puppy look.
  • Jungkook: His eyes are the ones who shines more. It looks like he has little stars. And for some reason, his eyes give a vibe of admiration and proudness.
  • (This is just the vibe their eyes gave me. Just wanted to write it)