this was all your fault kat


((A few of the sketches I did to make marvelousghost’s boring classes a bit more bearable. As said in a previous post, I can’t post this on my personal, so bear with me. Also, I got descriptions! Yay

  1. “Eugh, don’t - will you move?! You are crushing my legs!”
  2. 3243545% done, that’s what Pitch is
  3. Do not be mistaken, they are actually muttering snarky remarks at each other.
  4. “Don’t. Just, not. A single. Word.”
  5. This is the best I can come up with
  6. Sweet revenge.

I think I’m done here.))

Try and Stop Me

AH AU Klaroline fic. Chapter 1/3. Also on A03 (x)

Inspired by the Tumblr story: ‘I’ve seen this guy every day for two weeks and he always beats me to the lights. This morning I was in front of him and he literally jogged to get in front of me, turned and said “I’ve been winning for two weeks, can’t stop now. Have a good day, I’ll see you tomorrow’ - TOMORROW I’M WEARING RUNNING SHOES”

This may be Caroline’s competitive side speaking but there’s no way she’s going to lose on her morning fucking commute.

Elena and Bonnie just don’t understand. This isn’t just some random member of the general public making a nuisance of himself. This is war.

Every day on her way to work, Caroline sees the same faces that she always has for the past two years, since she started working for The New York Times. People who get on or off at the same subway stops she does, or buy coffee at the same vendor on Eighth Avenue just before she enters the lobby. There’s Louboutin Lady, who has an array of the to-die-for-shoes, the beautiful Ballet Dancer who gets off three stops before Caroline does and the Coffee Traitor, who works at Starbucks but always has a Dunkin Donuts cup.

Then there’s him.

Up until today he’s just been another New York commuter in the great city’s rich landscape. She’s never been able to come up with a name for him because there’s no stable characteristic. Sometimes he’s on the phone or has a folder under one arm. Once she saw him with a load of Fifth Avenue bags telling his friend that he loved his sister but he’d cut up all her credit cards if it got her to leave town. So at least he’s a family man. He’s damn good looking too; toned muscles, tight blonde curls and blue eyes. He’s just a little taller than her, with long legs which are always encased in dark wash designer jeans. She’s often got tickets to New York’s Fashion Week, she knows these things.

Carrie Bradshaw eat your heart out.

But anyway. It’s the long legs that Caroline blames. It’s why he’s been in front of her every morning for the past two years and its always why Caroline’s determined to win. He joins the sea of people headed to Eighth Avenue a little ahead of her, but Caroline due to her shorter stature and trying to push past tourists walking at a glacial pace in high heels is always three steps behind him. Meaning she gets stopped by the lights and he doesn’t.

But this morning something must have disrupted him because as she’s walking along having already counted off Louboutin Lady, Ballet Dancer and Coffee Traitor, the blonde speed walker is nowhere in sight. She’d looked left and right and hadn’t been able to see him. It was only when she’d felt someone whiz past her that she’d noticed the familiar blonde curls and leather jacket beside her left elbow.

The bastard had actually ran to get in front of her. Once he was a few paces in front he’d turned and stopped. She can still remember him clear as day winking at her and saying “I’ve been winning for two years, can’t stop now Sweetheart. Have a good day, see you same time tomorrow” before jogging off again.

So. War.

As she recounts this to the girls, who are lying around the living room in various states of exhaustion, she waits for their strategic advice. Elena, who is entirely horizontal on one of the sofas, her feet resting in her elder sister’s lap is the first to speak.

“Care, I think you might be overreacting”

Caroline glares at her in response. Honestly she doesn’t know what she was expecting. Elena was always the peacemaker ever since they were babies. She always feels bad but Kat’s nickname of ‘Saint Elena’ does make her giggle, even if she always does leap to Elena’s defence. And, in fairness, Elena has just finished her rotation for the day in the ER, so Caroline can’t expect her to be at full fighting fitness. Instead she turns to Kat, who miraculously has stopped texting for once. In the city that never sleeps, Elena’s big sister makes full use of every avenue. She sleeps with her phone, although from all the A list parties she gets invited to, and the parade of guys she’s brought home at 5am, none of them are actually sure Katherine ever does sleep.

“Is he good looking?”

Elena snorts at Katherine’s priorities and gets her toes pinched in reaction. Before the Petrova sisters can completely ruin the evening by descending into their trademark bickering, Bonnie intercedes thank God.

“I think what we’re all interested to know is, why are you reacting so strongly to what was obviously just some jackass being cocky on his way to work? If you see him tomorrow just ignore him”

Caroline looks around at the three girls who have known her for her entire life. Have gotten her through every grade at school, every break-up, her parents messy divorce, even that whole thing with Tyler last fall. She should have called Enzo, she thinks petulantly.

“Because Bonnie, the guy has never spoken to me in two years but he’s noticed me. He initiated a challenge. No strike that, the guy has been beating me at a challenge I didn’t even know I was part of. I didn’t win Travel Journalist of the Year for the last three years straight by being some push over”

Caroline sits down once more, feeling her point adequately made. Taking a hearty sip of her vodka and lemonade she mentally reviews her wardrobe, mapping out an outfit she can wear that will work with her trainers and a pair of actual work shoes she can change into in the ladies restrooms at work.


Enzo [8.40 am]: Slow and Steady Gorgeous J xx

Caroline knows Enzo’s being sarcastic but she can’t help but appreciate the text all the same. She’d called him last night to ask his opinion. Given that it was all harmless really and she wasn’t about to take up her best friend’s offer of getting her laid to relieve the evident tension she must be feeling (the asshole was lucky he was in Chicago with his band so she couldn’t physically punch him) he’d been more supportive than the girls.

Gorgeous [8.41am]: Already on the starting blocks coach xx

Gorgeous [8.42am]: Now stop distracting me. I can see Luscious in Leather now xx

Enzo [8.43am]: Luscious in Leather?! Are you sure you don’t want to shag this guy?! Xx


Gorgeous [8.44am]: XX

Tucking her phone back into her bag, Caroline picks up the pace, jogging along the two blocks it normally takes her after the subway to spot Blonde and British. Sure enough, she sees him swanning along at his regular pace. He’s just about to hit the street lights so Caroline puts a spurt of speed on and dashes past him. For a minute she thinks it’s a wasted effort beyond her own satisfaction (which is important but it isn’t enough. She needs this guy to know he’s been beaten) and that he hasn’t seen her.

That is until Caroline hears a roar of laughter down the street and the sound of rapid footfalls coming closer.

“Wait! Wait love!” Caroline turns – the runner’s cardinal sin – and spots her intended victim dashing after her. There are several commuters staring at them in mild interest over the outburst from the typical quiet shuffling of a morning. As much as she’s enjoying proving him wrong, she does hope she hasn’t started something she’ll have to continue doing for the foreseeable future. Hell please say she doesn’t have to jog to work every morning from now on. Elena must never know or there’ll be no living with her after this.

The guy practically blurs past her she stops so abruptly. Ducking his head with an embarrassed smile, he wheels round and trots back over until they’re standing face to face.


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anonymous asked:

The dino-bone-cast-necro thing is Tobirama all the way. He says it to Hasirama. Hashi is greatly disturbed with his baby brother. "Tobi no! I'm pretty sure reanimating 'Dino Museum Bones' would be illegal and morally unethical. Why must you be so damn weird? Obito, Kagami, Madara, someone help me out here." (Modern Witch AU with HashiObi (who are plant witches) & TobiKaga. (Kagami who Hashi had hoped would keep a leash on Tobi...He doesn't. He just makes it worse.) Whoops. That got away from me.

So I did a thing and it is all your fault. D:

2skip  asked:

Chapter 31 (the church scene) of BLLB ends with Ronan being very angry. Why? This scene really bothers me, like I'm missing something important. He could be angry just because, but I don't think so. It's like this time, he's actually really hurt. Did the dream upset him? He almost seems ashamed (?), but I can't for the life of me figure out why. Or maybe I'm reading too much into it and he's upset because he's Ronan Lynch. What do I know? He challenges us all to learn him again :) Thanks, Kat

Dear wolfwings7,

The short answer to this is he thought he didn’t have to feel that way anymore. 

The longer answer requires spoilers. 




Is that far enough? If you’re spoiled after this, it’s your own fault. 

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The Maiden And The Giant

TITLE: The Maiden And The Giant


AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine falling through a portal into Jötunheim and running into a stranger named Loki, who decides to provide shelter out of the need for company, that eventually turns into love.


NOTES/WARNINGS: I’m not sure how well I’ll be able to keep up with the next few updates; with my local con approaching which I will be tabling at with friends, I’ve been running around doing last minute stuff and I haven’t been able to sit down and write any more of this. I’ll try to make time, but I won’t make any promises. Apologies in advanced.


    Kat looked around the room curiously after Helblindi had set her down, noting that, while there was furniture and some miscellaneous belongings, it was rather empty. It was Loki’s old room, they’d told her; from before he had convinced their parents he was old and capable enough to live on his own. She walked over to a desk and picked up a half-finished sketch Loki had left behind of who she recognised as Laufey, seemingly arguing with another jötunn in what she figured was the throne room.

    “He’s always had a knack for being where he shouldn’t,” Byleistr spoke up as he looked over her shoulder at the sketch, “Useful for learning things others wished he didn’t.”

    Kat giggled slightly. “Something the nobles in Asgard learned the hard way pretty quickly.” She set the sketch down and heaved a sigh, jumping up to sit on the desk. “It hasn’t even been a day, and I miss him.”

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thetiptoeingtulip  asked:

for the star wars asks- 7, 14, and 21

7. who do you hope you never meet?

Kylo Ren or Sidious tbh. I’d either die a horrible death for bitching at them or die a horrible death while bitching at them and slapping them all over the place

14. what is your favorite alien species?

ZILLO BEAST (your fault @stonefreeak lol)

21. if you could switch any character’s gender, who would it be and why?

Sweet mercy…Han. I’d change Han’s gender. And still have her get with Leia. Because then we’d have the no-fucks-given-I’m-just-a-smuggler-babe Han Solo who is also so very gay for Leia and who Leia is also so very gay for. It’d be beautiful and epic and we’d have this lovely representation of a female smuggler who isn’t all sexy and stuff but does stupid shit like throwing important Imperial equipment at troopers and saying “I’ve got this” then fucking shutting the second set of blast doors lol. It’d be glorious


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endlessfoxuniverse  asked:

For the character rating thing, my boy Alfred F. Jones?

I gotchu friendo-

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang
hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff
best quality: Memelord Friendly
worst quality: Obnoxious
ship them with: England (this is your fault, Kat), Japan, Italy (weirdly enough)
brotp them with: Denmark, Prussia
needs to stay away from:
misc. thoughts: He’s a lot more intelligent then he lets on. He acts the way he does because he wants people to smile. If it means playing the fool, he’s absolutely up for it, just to see one person smile even slightly. After all, he is the Hero…

“Home remedies” - h.s. Part 2

Part 1



Though the time and place for you and Harry to meet up had been planned prior to the actual event, you still found yourself nearly getting hit by a car as you jogged across the street in hopes of making it to the cafe in time. Harry watched from the window, openly chuckling at you as you dodged a couple of taxis and apologized by waving your hand in the air as an aggressive mum nearly flattened you. 

Of course, he was nervous as well watching you as you dashed across the street, but it was endearingly sweet to see your clumsy yet apologetically adorable ways hadn’t escaped you over the years. 

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” you gushed, busting into the small cafe you frequented quite often and throwing off your coat. Giving Harry a hug felt so natural as you both walked towards the line, but at the same time you couldn’t help but try to find that scent of childhood you recalled so strongly. Instead, it was replaced with a manly smelling cologne you were sure cost more than you wanted to know about. 

“It’s no bother,” Harry chuckled, “You nearly killed yourself to have lunch with me though.”

You gave Harry a look as he nudged your shoulder with his side, a small smile poking through your attempt at a scowl as you made it to the counter. 

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kats-main-blog  asked:

hey hey kat is here :D

Kitty Kat!  ❤💙
…do I have to answer twice? XD

1. First impression: These fics are so cute?!?! I MuSt read them all and send appreciation asks~ *gets answer* AAAAAAH OMG WHY IS SHE SO N I C E?!

2. Truth is: YOU’RE SO ADORABLE AND NICE OMG I DON’T D E S E R V E YOU!!! My fav tumblr cream puff. I luv u. ❤💙

3. Have you ever made me worry: Whenever I go too long without hearing from you my Mom Friend senses tingle and I worry a bit >///< But it’s not your fault!

4. Have you ever made me laugh: ARMSTRONG CORAN. Also, whenever you go along with my random AUs. And your fics, I’ve laughed a lot with those too XD

5. Have you ever made me mad: Nooooo you could never  ❤💙❤💙

6. Best feature: You’re just so NICE?! And omg you write so many words I could never do that!!!

7. Have I ever had a crush on you: does the huge friendcrush count? Because that’s a thing. I wanted to be your friend so bad.

8. You’re my: Precious friend!!! 💙❤💙❤ *blush* Can I say that? (also there’s a friend of mine who calls you my girlfriend ‘cause I get all happy when I get a msg from you or talk about you?)

9. Some things I associate with you: happiness, ❤💙❤💙, klance, KitKat, kitties, colourful sweets, chemistry?, long fics, tooth-rotting fluff, Voltron… also, I remember you whenever I see sth written in German

10. Should you post this too? *squints* You… already did.

when someone sends you what the salty side of the fandom is up to….

(blocking out the URL so nobody can send hate)

The reasons that Kat/aang doesn’t have an entire month (and I read somewhere from a Kat/aanger themself that “it hasn’t gone will in the past”) is because the fandom grew up and realized what really mattered, and we matured and, well, all in all we learned what it meant for a relationship to be healthy. There simply aren’t enough shippers of Kat/aang anymore, and honestly, it’s not our fault that your ship doesn’t have an entire month dedicated to it. Maybe if you guys had any real reason to ship it then maybe it would exist. If you want a damn Kat/aang month so bad get off ya damn asses and make one and stop acting as if we don’t have any reason to have one (:

But, thanks for advertising the dates for Zutara Month! (DEC 30TH - JAN 29) Hope you participate! Only 4 days left! ;)

anonymous asked:

I want you to know that i hate you (LOVE you), because it's your fault that now I ship MadaTobi. I can deal with all your weird parings like Shisui/Tenzo (which is lovely!and I'd definitely LOVE to see more of it on reverse) Irukata(really sweet) and even KisAoba(that was hilarious), and be happy to read only a little bit of it. But I can't get enough of MadaTobi, and there's so little of it on the fandom! So the question is, how did you start shipping them, is there a story or a reason?

Tbh I pretty much started shipping them during their fight in the Fourth War. Their interactions were incredibly loaded with resentment and history, and Madara kept calling Tobirama ‘Tobirama-kun’ which caught my attention. Also, Tobirama was such a smug, tetchy bastard, and knowing how Madara acted as a child I just. Couldn’t resist? I have a thing for temperamental bastard pairings. 

So, I would just like to thank you all for following me.

I mean, sometimes I’d have to question your reasons, but thank you. I’ve been on tumblr for about a year now, and without all you fucking nerds it wouldn’t have been the same.

To my tumblr friends: @antstepsbooks @theboywhoreadsbooks @chloe-reads @random-stuff-thrown-into-a-pot @booksturnmugglesintowizards @kat-from-minasmorgul @boneseasonofglass @wishful-bibliophile @happybibliosaurus @monsieurbookshire @amberthebooklion, y’all are a bunch of fucking nerds but ily, never change

To all those people I follow quietly from a distance @books-and-cookies @theworldofabookworm @immzies-adventures-through-books @lauraloveschocolate @j-k-reading @rainydayscoffeeandbooks @polarbibliophile @adarlansassasssin @dukeofbookingham uhh hi there, thanks for existing

To anyone else I forgot - I’m sorry, blame the alcohol

and finally, to @breakfastat8willtherebewifi the fact that I’m even on this website is all your fault, wtf dude

Overall, thank you to the mysterious 5k people who have decided to follow me. And also thank you to all the people who have made my last year of procrastination on this website so enjoyable.


Neighbors (10/?)

Summary: Kat is an Avenger and an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and when S.H.I.E.L.D. finds the Winter Soldier in a domesticated life she is sent in to watch over him undercover as his new neighbor.

A/N: Part 10 of Neighbors. I want to thank everyone who has sent me messages telling me how much you enjoy the story so far. 

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

I watched the phone in front of me ring. It was the third time today it had rung, and like the last two times I would let it go to voice mail.

It was Fury. He wanted information that I wasn’t ready to tell him.

Yesterday had been the same. He called three different times and I hadn’t answered any of his calls.

My month was up, and my mission was to be over soon. I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t let them take me from the life I had become so accustomed to, not yet.

The front door opened and I reached over to silence the phone as James walked in.

“I think I have everything,” he said placing the grocery bags he was holding on the kitchen table. “I lost the list you gave me, but I memorized most of it.”

I leave the phone on the table and walk over to inspect the contents of the bags. “It looks like everything is there,” I tell him pulling out a few things. “Are you ready to get started?”

“I think,” he laughs. “Just don’t get mad if I do it wrong.”

“Then don’t do it wrong,” I tease. “Its okay,” I laugh. “I’ll be right next to you the whole time.”

We get to work on the lasagna we would be eating for dinner. After making it a few times already in the last few weeks James suggested that this time he wanted to help. After a long speech that the recipe was my very own creation, and was to be shared with no one, I finally agreed to let him help.

“No, that’s too much sauce,” I yell rushing to stop him from adding all the sauce. “You need to spread it out evenly.”

He gives me a playful glare for my scolding, and adds less sauce.

He wasn’t the worst helper I had ever had. Steve had asked to help once before, and that ended with red sauce on the ceiling, and a few choice words from me when it came out burnt from the oven.

“How long do we have to wait,” he asks as I place the dish in the oven.

“Not to long,” I tell him closing the oven. “I’ll set the timer.”

When the food is ready James makes me go wait in the living room while he sets the table. I tried to protest saying that it was my apartment and I should be the one setting the table, but he pushed me out and made me wait for him to do it.

I was mindlessly flipping through the TV channels when James appeared at the doorway leading to the kitchen.

“Finally I’m starving,” I exclaim turning off the TV and standing up to walk to the kitchen.

“Wait,” James says holding one hand in front of him stopping me from going any further. “Close your eyes.”

I stare at him confused.

“Come on just do it,” he says letting his hand fall.

I roll my eyes at him before closing them. I feel his presence closer to me as he stands behind me and uses his large warm hand to cover my already closed eyes.

I felt his warm lips lightly kiss my neck before he gently guided me forward.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine. He removed his hand and I slowly opened my eyes.

The room was lit with only the candles spread around the room and on the table. There was a single rose in the center of the table surrounded by the plates we would be eating on.

A candle lit dinner.

“James it’s…” I couldn’t find the words to describe what I felt. It was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me.

He kissed my check and led me to the table where he pulled out my chair for me.

The entire dinner James did everything. He served my plate, poured my wine, and cleared the table when we finished eating. I stopped him when he wanted to wash the dishes by himself, and told him I help make the mess so I would help clean it.

We sat on the couch after finishing with the dishes. We were still continuing our Disney movie marathon, and the hum of The Lion King was the only background noise as we talked.

“Thank you James,” I look up at him smiling. “No one has ever done something like that for me.”

“You’re welcome,” he said looking down at me.

The movie was in the back of my mind as I looked at him watching it. The man I was falling in love with.

He turns to look at me again and smiles at me.

“What,” I ask.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head. “I just never thought that I would fell this way about some one. Not after what I have been through.”

“And how do you fell about me,” I ask a strange feeling in my stomach.

“Like I could tell you anything,” he says with a small smile.   “My past isn’t something I am proud of, and honestly its something I wish to forget.”

I watch him warily, but don’t say anything.

“With you I feel that I need to tell you,” he said taking my hands in his. “To have the heavy weight of my past be lifted and have no secrets between us.”

I was screaming in my head.

“Kat I am about to tell you something, and I need you to keep and open mind about everything until I am done explaining it,” he said looking me in the eye.

I nodded slowly without breaking eye contact with him.

He told me, everything.

I knew most of it from the files I read, but it was different hearing it from him. It made it all more real. This wasn’t just a story, or words on a paper; it was someone’s life.

They way he told me, with regret and sadness, made the words on the papers seam insignificant. There was no way a file could do justice to what he had been through. There was no way anyone could understand the pain and suffering he was put through.

“Kat,” he still held onto my hands. “Please say something.”

What was I suppose to say. He had just told me his darkest secret, and I still held onto mine.

“I understand if you wouldn’t want to see me again,” he said softly. “I wouldn’t blame you.”

I lunged forward capturing his lips in mine and kissed him. He was stiff at first, surprised at what I had done, but soon kissed me back the same amount of passion I had.

“None of it was your fault,” I told him pulling away to breath. I pressed my forehead to his and closed my eyes. “What they did to you. What they made you do. None of it was your fault.”  

I open my eyes to see him looking at me.

“I love you,” he said, his eyes no longer held sadness. “Kat, I am in love with you.”

I couldn’t get the words out, so instead I kissed him again. Trying to show him I felt the same way about him as I put all of my feelings into that kiss.

Part 11

Okay guys, lets get real for a minute. This scene is heartbreaking, I think we can all agree on that. But I just kinda wanna explain to you why I think he’s crying alone in the shower.

So we know something happened to his shoulder, and that’s a big deal. Your shoulder is super important, and it’s kinda scary how easily they can get hurt in sports. In this scene we see he’s holding his shoulder. It’s possible the reason he’s crying is because it hurts, but I doubt it.

We know that he went to the hospital because of his shoulder. So why is he swimming again? I’ve seen many of theories, but since I’ve seen stuff like this before, I have a theory of my own. Prior to this scene, we see something happens to him in the warm up pool when “his timing was off”. It’s obvious the pain in his shoulder came back. The doctors should have known his shoulder would continue hurting if he continued swimming. This leads me to believe the doctors probably told him he shouldn’t continue swimming and he decided to ignore them.

There’s a few reasons why I think this is the case. Mainly because I’ve seen stuff like this before, it’s a horrible thing to do but it happens. Star runner at the canoe club I paddle at hurts her knee, doctor says she shouldn’t run for a year and yet I still see her run a 4k here and there. Another girl hurt her wrist and doctors said she needed to stop paddling, she refused. She’s getting surgery on her arm this winter. Amazing swimmer hurts his shoulder and doctors tell him to stop swimming. He thinks he can tough it out for one more season but as we can tell from the gif above, now he’s probably realizing his mistake.

Now he’s found a place to cry alone because god forbid one of his own teammates finds him crying. Now that he’s alone with his thoughts he realizes what he’s done. Now, because he insisted he continued swimming, he won himself a spot on a relay he can’t even swim in. He’s going down and pulling his whole team down with him. And it’s all his fault. I can confirm he worst feeling in the world is the feeling of letting down your teammates when they need you most. These aren’t just his teammates either though, these are his friends.

Help! Poor Kids Want My Hard-Earned Candy

Dear Prudence, 23 October 2014:

Dear Prudence, I live in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the country, but on one of the more “modest” streets—mostly doctors and lawyers and family business owners. (A few blocks away are billionaires, families with famous last names, media moguls, etc.) I have noticed that on Halloween, what seems like 75 percent of the trick-or-treaters are clearly not from this neighborhood. Kids arrive in overflowing cars from less fortunate areas. I feel this is inappropriate. Halloween isn’t a social service or a charity in which I have to buy candy for less fortunate children. Obviously this makes me feel like a terrible person, because what’s the big deal about making less fortunate kids happy on a holiday? But it just bugs me, because we already pay more than enough taxes toward actual social services. Should Halloween be a neighborhood activity, or is it legitimately a free-for-all in which people hunt down the best candy grounds for their kids? —Halloween for the 99 Percent

Dear Halloween for the 99 Percent,

Forgive me for straying toward another holiday altogether, but I’d like to paraphrase one of the most beloved literary characters of all time

Are there no workhouses? Are there no prisons?

I think you see where I’m going with this. Already you must divert what funds you should rightfully be able to use on that second yacht to supporting America’s notoriously robust, even overadequate, social safety net. Must you also give candy bars to poor, lazy urchins who don’t even know the value of a hard day’s work, and thereby teach them that they deserve the same king-size Kit-Kat bars that the nose-to-the-grindstone children in your own neighborhood have earned honestly?

It’s not your fault that your neighbors’ precious offspring had the foresight and diligence to be born into unimaginable wealth, while these moocher-babies couldn’t even get it together enough to land with a couple of piddly-ass lawyers.

This is America, not communism! Don’t feel bad for standing up to this encroaching oppression; give the poors a Snickers and they’ll soon get all kinds of uppity ideas about having access to the same education, health care and political enfranchisement that their wealthy superiors enjoy. And then where would we be? A nation full of people who believe they’re created equal in the eyes of the Great Pumpkin?

Halloween isn’t about trick AND treat, it’s about trick OR treat. Feel free to avail yourself of the “or” and instead of handing out candy, drop a bootstrap in their buckets.

anonymous asked:

Dammit. It's ALL YOUR FAULT I ship ObiKakaKura, even though it's not DIRECTLY your ship. But Obito and Kakashi snuggled against Kurama's fox form is an adorable mental picture that I will draw and give to you.


That is truly adorable, yes.  💕


So fielding a smut idea here…

How about I write a good ol’ piece of smut for tomorrow surrounding these two photos. @jackburtonsays @daisymoder72 @kat-the-untamed-shrew @jessiedangerous @loveitsallineed This would be all your fault.

Would anybody be game for that?

Here you go:

Something Deeper - Dean dominating smut in all it’s lovely goodness.

“Is he really like that?” - Yoongi Scenario - Part 11

Part 1 x Part 2 x Part 3 x Part 4 x Part 5 x Part 6 x Part 7 x Part 8 x Part 9 x Part 10

After a short while you got back with the blanket and the pillow, beautifully setting them on the couch.

“You know you can take my bed if you want to. You’re in more pain than I am.” You told him sitting on a chair.

“You know I won’t. Just go to sleep and watch out with that arm. Call me if you need any help or if it still hurts. We’ll go immediately to the hospital. Got it?” He told you sitting on the couch and shooing you towards your room.

You smiled and nodded and as soon as you reached your room, the little smile plastered on your face turned into bitter tears you could not hold back anymore.

You closed the door behind you and you started pacing around your room, your steps almost leaving holes into your floor. You didn’t know what to think, you didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know how to take care of this situation.

You knew you loved him, you were sure of that. Your heart was beating harshly against your chest, ready to pop out and jump into his hands, ready to be his forever, but it hurt and it hurt a lot. You were not sure about him, nothing about him seemed true anymore. He was there tonight, he saved you, once again, he took care of you and his whole attention was on you and your well-being, but… there was something bothering you, this strange feeling of both confusion and pain. Thinking again about these few days, you tried to analyze everything. That guy attacked you, Jimin saved you, then Yoongi came out of nowhere and took care of you, making you feel safe the whole night, then everything seemed fine, Natalie was out of your view and Yoongi’s eyes seemed to see only you, but then again, something had to happen. She called him, he forgot about everything and went to “save” her, he didn’t come back and the next time you saw him was the next day at the company. Meanwhile, Jimin was the one next to you, making you smile a little again. It was not enough, though. Your mind was only on Yoongi, asking millions of questions about him, craving his presence, craving him. As if the confusion he made you go through was not enough, he decides to be extra jealous of Jimin and fight for the stupidest reasons. You didn’t mean to get that mad, but you just couldn’t stand this whole situation anymore, it was driving you insane. But then again the unexpected happens. That stranger shows up again, this time trying to break into your house, but thanks God Yoongi was there and saved you from the nightmare that could happen. You were really thankful for what he had done, for how he had protected you and took care of you, for how he was simply there. And now that you thought about it again, what was he doing there in the first place? His excuse didn’t sound convincing enough. Ah, another question he makes you ask yourself. Everything about him was slowly turning into a big question.

How were you supposed to handle all of this? The only thing you could be sure of was that you loved him wholeheartedly, despite everything he had done, but a one-sided love can never be enough. From the way he acts when he’s only with you, from the words he says, he makes you think that he loves you, just as much as you love him, but then the other stories come out and everything turns blurry again. If only he could say what he truly feels, what goes through his mind, if only he could do that, all of this could be finally solved. If he told you he loved you and only you, no Natalie included, you wouldn’t waste any second and you would just jump on him, sighing in both relief and joy, but he just stays silent, letting you imagine everything on your own, excepting the truth, the truth that he keeps hiding, the truth he’s too afraid to say.

All of this pacing, all of these questions, all of this mystery, why is all of this so hard to fix? Why can’t everything just fall into place? Why? You asked yourself as you leaned down the door’s cold wood, painful tears conquering both of your cheeks, leaving them all puffy and wet.

You used your sleeves to wipe them away, but they just kept on coming, leaving no place for you to stop them. You had no control over them anymore and your sobs came soon after. They were getting louder and harder to slow down. Your vision was all blurry right now and your voice started to crack. You were a crying mess on the floor of your room. You looked around you desperately, instinctively searching for help, for salvation, but your room was filled with darkness and emptiness. You were alone. You hugged your little figure and buried your face into your knees, soaking your jeans with endless tears. Why was everything so hard? Who would’ve thought you could become such a mess because of a boy you loved? Sad how love can change our lives forever.

Back to the equally messed up boy, he remained silent on the couch and stared at the floor, images of you and Jimin running through his mind. That was the place he was supposed to watch movies with you on, the place you two were supposed to cuddle, tickle and laugh until your voices would break and your stomachs would hurt, but there he was, on this specific place, finally letting his tears run free, just as yours. The same guilt was back. Actually, it never left. It was right there, eating his soul and destroying every inch of his being. He cursed himself for being so weak and such a coward, but then he remembered the reason for acting like this. He thought he didn’t deserve you, he thought you would be better off without him, but yet he couldn’t let you go. He knew he was a poison, but he wanted the two of you to die together.

He got up and walked around the living room, looking at the pictures hung on the walls, pictures of you, of your past, of your smile through the years. Your smile, how he missed it, how he wished he was not the cause for its loss. He then went into the kitchen and sit at the table for a few minutes. He closed his eyes and his mind went back to all the meals you had cooked for him through these past few months and how your cheeks would get all red when he complimented your food, making your heart jump in happiness.

He missed your happiness, he missed the joy you would make him feel every time he saw you. The joy was still there though, his heart would bump even faster at the sight of you, but every beat of it would come with a killing piece of guilt.

It was tearing him apart, it was eating him alive, yet he still didn’t have the courage to do the right thing. Maybe he didn’t even know what was the right thing to do.

He wanted to feel you close again, so he softly walked up the stairs and gently sit down at your door, leaning his tired back on it, being in the same position as you.

In less than a second he could hear your sobs, his heart shattering again and again with each and every one of them. He touched your door and for a moment he could’ve sworn he felt your trembling. His tears intensified, his vision becoming as blurry as yours. He started throwing punches at his bruised chest, internally cursing himself for what he had done to the both of you.” I shouldn’t have entered her life in the first place. If only I didn’t come again that day, if only I just minded my own business and left her alone, none of this would’ve happened. This is all my fault. She’s like this because of me and my stupidity. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry for everything I’ve caused you, Kat, I’m sorry. I hate myself just as much as you hate me right now. I swear I’ll make it up to you. If I can’t make you happy, I’ll  make myself just as miserable. I really hope you will be able to find someone that can make you as happy as you deserve. Anyone would be better than me. I promise I’ll protect you forever, but for your own good, I won’t get close again. I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” He told himself as he slowly moved his hand across the wood, searching for you.

He lied on the hallway’s floor, his hand never leaving the door and he closed his eyes, his tears still falling merciless. His sobs were there too, but luckily for him, they were silent, just like the emptiness in his broken soul. His heart was calling for you, hurting him even more, demanding your touch. He crawled into a fetus position and buried his face into his hands, letting his fingers torture his hair. Little did he know he already was as miserable as you were.

Three little words could’ve changed all of this, but that’s what happens when you’re too scared to fight.

He fell asleep after your cries stopped and he woke up early in the morning with a killer aching all over his body, both from the fight and the tears.

He got up from there and came back to the living room. He looked around and hugged the blanket you gave him, imagining the touch you left on it, on his skin. He held it tight against his chest before he left your house, looking one last time behind.

“I’ll make sure you won’t get hurt because of me again. I hope you’ll find someone good for you, Kat, my guilty love.” He said and stepped out of your house, his heart aching just as much as it did before.

You woke up hours later, still on your floor. Both your head and arm were hurting from what happened, so you weakly got up, almost losing your balance, but you grabbed onto the door’s handle and you shook your head, bringing yourself back to reality.

You went into the bathroom and stared at your own reflection for a few moments, moving your hand across the dark circles under your eyes, scared by the color they changed into. The deep grey was surrounded by a vivid red.

You washed your face a little and then changed your bruise’s bandage with a clean one. It still hurt a lot, but luckily enough for you, he didn’t get to cut you too deep, so you were going to be fine soon.

You changed your clothes and went down into the living room, expecting to find a sleeping Yoongi, but he was nowhere to be found. You called out his name a few times, but you got no reply back. You sit on your couch and grabbed the blanket he was supposed to cover himself with and hugged it tightly, getting lost in his beautiful cologne. Despite the sweat, he was still smelling heavenly.

You thought he went back to his house or straight to the company, so you didn’t call him to ask where he went. You were right, well, almost right. He did go home to change, but before that he walked around smoking a whole bunch of cigarettes. No one thought he would go back to them after you came into his life, but now that he said his “goodbye”, he went back to his old and broken self. After he changed into some clean clothes he left for the company, not caring at all about his wounds or physical pain. He didn’t care about anything right now, except you. You were the only one on his mind right now and from now on.

He arrived at the company before everyone else, so he turned on the music and felt prey to the rhythm, moving his body merciless and against any pain. He wanted to forget, he wanted to pay, so he was going to punish himself the same way he always does: overworking himself until he reaches his limits and collapses just to get up and do it again.

You lazily moved your body around your house, but nothing seemed right. You couldn’t eat, you couldn’t cook for the boys, you couldn’t even relax without feeling the urge to cry again, so you did, you cried and cried until you fell asleep again on your couch, with your head on his pillow, your arms still holding onto that blanket. You let his smell lull you to sleep, creating your own scenarios with him being there, hugging you from behind and whispering reassuring words into your ears until you felt safe. That didn’t last long, because the nightmares were there too.

“No, let him go, LET HIM GO, PLEASE, I’M BEGGING YOU. DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO OR WITH ME, BUT PLEASE LET HIM GO. IT’S ME WHO YOU WANT, NOT HIM. NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOONGI, NO!” You yelled and suddenly got up from the couch, finally waking up from that sleeping hell. It was that stranger again, attacking you and Yoongi, holding a knife against his neck, testing its sharpness, leaving traces of blood behind. You were all soaked in sweat, so you went and took a shower. The hot water felt terrible on your cut, but you felt too powerless to do anything, so you just stood there, letting the boiled water run across your skin, burning every piece of it. Eventually you turned it off and got out of there, changing into new clothes.

You felt too tired to see the boys today, so you texted Jin and told him you were not feeling too well and you could not cook for them today. He got worried and volunteered to visit you and take care of you, but you turned down his offer. There was no way you would let him see you like this. You could’ve said that to Jimin instead of Jin, but you felt too guilty and ashamed to talk to him after what happened the other day. He was scolded and got into a fight with one of his best friends because of you. You didn’t want to cause any problem again.

You remained silent on your couch, drowned in your thoughts again. You felt tired and sleepy, but you were afraid that the nightmares would come back, so you made yourself a coffee with your last powers and turned on the TV. Nothing interesting, the same old shows, the same old stories. It was not helping your state, so you turned it off and you just lied there, staring at the ceiling and wishing everything would get better soon.

Jimin was concerned about you and he wanted to come and make sure you were okay, but Jin stopped him, telling him you needed your space and time, so he listened to his older friend, but he still couldn’t help worrying about you, especially because all of this chaos lasted more than a week.

He still held the secret, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell anyone, so he decided to keep it for himself until the right time came.

These days were a living hell for Yoongi and everyone who got to see him. He was dancing until he could no longer breathe, he didn’t talk to any of the boys, totally ignoring everything around him, he ate only dinner and only the things you used to cook for him, he smoked endless cigarettes until his lungs could no longer take it and he ended up coughing, he overworked himself at his fullest and he still managed to wake up every day just to torture himself some more. He made a promise, though, that he would still protect you and he kept it. He came every night in front of your house, just like he used to and stayed silent in the darkness till the morning came and he had to go back to practice.

He came back to the hiatus he went through months ago because of Natalie. He never thought he would get back to that after he met you, but we never know what life has prepared for us. The only difference was that now he was blaming himself, he was mad at himself and he was the cause for everything. Who would’ve thought he would go through this again? Maybe this was a barrier he had to pass, a price he had to pay for his love finally being strong and loud enough for you to hear.

These days were a living hell for you too. You couldn’t find any place to rest, you couldn’t bring yourself to eat more than two spoons or sleep more than 2 hours straight. The lack of him was destroying you. You missed him more than everything and you wished he would just come and knock on your door, look you in the eyes and kiss you like there’s no tomorrow, but no one came. You waited and waited, but nothing happened.

You had a lot of texts from both Jimin and Jin, but you only replied to them from time to time just to stop them from coming to see you. The last thing you wanted was for them to pity you or pick another fight between them. You hoped things got better without you being there and causing another problem, but things were the same, maybe even worse. Jimin and Yoongi didn’t exchange any words, Yoongi being completely oblivious to Jimin’s killer stare, blaming him for your current state and everything that happened.

Yoongi was practicing as always, but as his tiredness and lack of sleep and food started to show their effect on him, he collapsed and fell on the floor, causing the other members to surround him and try to pick him up, but he opened his eyes before they could call an ambulance and he stopped them, claiming that he was fine.

You started feeling bad for the way you acted towards the two boys, so you decided to call them this time, not just send simple and meaningless texts, so you chose Jimin as the first one.

“Ah, noonaa, you’re finally calling. How are you? Are you okay? Do you want me to come over? Is anything I can do to make you feel better?” Jimin’s voice was higher than usual, as it always got when he was worried and this time he was extremely worried about you. You didn’t come out of your house for days. You just stood there in complete silence.

“Jimin, relax, I’m fine, I’m just taking my time, don’t worry.” You fake laughed, but Jimin noticed the way your voice cracked with every word, he knew that voice and now he was sure you’d been crying and suffering for the last few days.

“Okay, noona, but please take care of you and come visit us soon. We miss you, especially me.” He laughed too, trying to convince you your lie worked, but he was no idiot, he could even see your pale face and weak hand holding onto the phone, still wiping away the tears left on your face.

“I will, I will. I have to go now, my food is burning.” You lied and as soon as you heard his “Okay, bye.” You hung up and sighed in relief. His teeth were clenched and he held tightly onto his phone, fighting the urge of breaking it. He was outside the practice room the moment you called; he didn’t want Yoongi to hear or know about your call. The moment he came back was the one Yoongi fell on the floor. He froze in his spot and watched the whole scene from where he was.

When the older boy got up and wanted to go back to practicing Jimin couldn’t take it anymore. Both of you were fighting and suffering on your own, destroying each other and he just had had enough. He’s not messing only his life up, but yours too.

“Yah, hyung, won’t you just stop, please?! It’s enough!” Jimin yelled, feeling so done with his friend’s attitude.

Yoongi ignored him and got closer to the laptop to change the song to one that would make him move even faster. Jimin slapped his arm and forced him to look him in the eyes.

“If you are going to hurt yourself, at least make sure you are the only one in this state. Don’t bring innocent ones along with you.” His voice was sharp and it was getting on Yoongi’s nerve.

“What are you talking about? Why do you even care?” Yoongi spit the words with his special attitude, trying to act all tough.

“Because noona is affected too, maybe even more! Have you even tried to call her and see how she feels? If you didn’t love her, you should have at least left her alone.” Jimin’s words were like knives and they were doing their job damn well.

“You better shut your mouth before I make it happen myself. Don’t you dare mention my love for her. I love her with every fiber inside of me, I love her so much that I can’t even breathe, so don’t you dare talk about love in front of me, got it?” He got closer, sending warnings through his dark eyes.

“If you love her that much, why haven’t you done anything for her?! Why haven’t you proven your love?! Why haven’t you fought for her and her heart?! Why did you let all of these horrible things happen to her?! Tell me hyung, why?!” Jimin’s screams made Yoongi freeze in his spot and just narrow his brows even more.

“Because I was fucking scared! If you were her, would you love someone like me!? Or if you were me, would you think you deserve someone like her!? I don’t want her to be with someone as bad as me. She deserves more and better than this! Forgive me for wanting her good.” Yoongi tried to explain everything and he also let his feelings slip this way.

“Well, scared or not, you should’ve at least control your mad ex-girlfriend. Did you know she was the one telling that guy to do all of those things to Kat?!” Jimin’s anger was taking over his actions and little did he know that you were on the phone with Jin and you heard his last statement.


And it’s heeere. This is sadder than usual, you can see how bad my days have been haha XD I’m sorry once again for being this late, but I got a big ass writer block because of some not so kind events and I couldn’t write a thing until today, I’m so so so sorry :(