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New Girl - Eight

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3 days ago
Tommy Phantom👻: please come home. 8:46 PM
Tommy Phantom👻: we need to talk. 8:47 PM
Tommy Phantom👻: so, you’re not even going to read my messages? 8:51 PM
Tommy Phantom👻: i’m trying. 10:00 PM

2 days ago
Tommy Phantom👻: i really miss you 4:32 AM
Tommy Phantom👻: when are you coming home? 8:27 AM
Tommy Phantom👻: i stopped by the school, where were you? 12:34 AM
Tommy Phantom👻: i miss yiuo so mucxh… i miss fightuing with you 11:43 PM
Haz🤓: Tom’s drunk. I took his phone away, sorry about that. Miss you. :( 11:45 PM

#TeamJacob, Haz🤓: Lunch today? 9 seconds ago

I smiled at my phone, actually happy to see a message. I typed out a quick ‘when and where?’ and hit send, going back to grading my kids’ short stories. “Hey,” I said, hearing a set of footsteps coming into the room. I looked up at Zendaya, smiling until I saw the distraught look on her face. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing. You have any single guy friends?” My eyebrows furrowed.

“What? What happened to that guy you were seeing? That ‘mystery boy’?” She shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair, she seemed aggravated.

“He’s an asshole and we called it off.” I nodded in understanding, I knew about assholes all too well nowadays.

“Well, Harrison’s single!”

“NO.” She shouted, I flinched from the sound and she immediately apologized. “It’s just, he’s your roommate. It’ll be weird.” She said through gritted teeth. I nodded slowly, not wanting to upset her more. We heard a light knock on the door and turned to see Lizeth, Zendaya’s roommate, come in. “Hey, Lizzy. What’s up?”

“The British boy ask me out,” her Russian accent was very clear, “I go out tonight. What he like?”

“What British boy?” I asked, thinking about Tom.

“The blonde, with blue eyes.”

“Harrison!” I said, slightly relieved. “You’re going out with Harrison?” She nodded. “Well, he’s very nice. So, be nice to him. Okay?” Zendaya rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, Lizzy, he’s a class A gentleman, show him a real good time.” I picked up the sarcastic tone she held and asked Liz if she could give Z and I a minute, she shrugged and left.

“What’s wrong with you?” She shook her head.

“Nothing, let’s talk about you.” She sat on her bed, looking at me as I turned in the desk chair, facing her. “When are you going to talk to Tom? You have to go back home, babe,” I sighed, running my hands over my face. “You have to tell Tom you can’t be with him if he’s still hung up on Lucy.” I nodded. I knew she was right. Tom loved Lucy, and I needed him to tell me directly, to admit it to himself. I heard my phone go off and saw a text from Harrison and Jacob.

#TeamJacob, Haz🤓: Umami burgers, two hours?

Me: sure! see u then, nerds!

“I’m meeting Haz and Jacob for lunch, wanna come with?” Z plastered a strained smile and shook her head. “Are you and Harrison fighting?” She shook her head again. “Alright… I’m gonna talk to Haz and Jacob about what I saw the other day. I feel like they don’t know about Tom and Lucy’s situation as well as they think they do.” Zendaya nodded, getting up and walking over to hug me.

“Love you, kid,” she kissed the top of my head, getting up to go to her closet.

“I’m going to the gym.” My eyebrows furrowed.

“You hate the gym.”

“Yeah, well I want to punch something.”

“Hey!” I ran up to the table and Jacob was the first one to hug me, crushing me in his arms. “Jacob, too. tight!”

“Please come back home,” he begged, “Harrison’s driving me crazy.”

“Me?” Harrison asks incredulously. “You’re driving me insane!” He pried Jacob off me and replaced him with himself. “Please, please come home. You’re the only one who knows how to settle arguments.” He held me at arms length,

“You’re going to be responsible for bailing me out of prison. Can you bail someone out for attempted murder?” I shrugged, laughing. We all sat down and ordered our drinks when the waiter came up to us. “So,” Harrison started.

“When do you think you’ll come home?” Jacob finished.

“I’m coming back tonight, actually.” I nodded at the surprised faces. “I’m gonna talk to Tom, try to work through whatever this friendship is – try to salvage this friendship.”

Friendship? That’s all you want?” I nodded. “What changed? Did you meet someone else within five days?” I shook my head, sighing.

“I, uh, I went back to the apartment three days ago. Both of you were at work, I assumed Tom was home, since it was during the day.” I cleared my throat, pausing when the waiter came back with our drinks and asked if we were ready to order. We all ordered our regular orders and once the waiter left, Jacob nodded toward me. “Well, turns out Tom wasn’t home, so my next guess was the bar. I went down there, and he hadn’t been there except to ask when his shift was – Tony said he was with someone. I assumed it was just another friend. So,” I took a sip of my lemonade, my throat becoming a little dry, “I went back to the apartment to wait for him. I was there for maybe an hour and a half – maybe an hour and forty. Then I heard the front door open, and Tom’s voice. I assumed he was on the phone, so I walked out of my room and headed toward the living room. Except, when I rounded the corner Tom had a guest, and he hadn’t seen me.” I could hear my voice starting to shake, I shook my head and took a deep breath. “He was there with Lucy, and – and it looked a little more than friendly.”

“What do you mean? Tom told us he told Lucy to back off,” I shrugged at Jacob’s comment.

“Maybe he lied – they were hand in hand, walking toward his room, a couple of kisses on the cheek exchanged before I left. I watched from the crack of my room door.” I took another sip of my lemonade.

“That asshole,” Harrison shook his head at Jacob’s comment.

“Come on, Jacob,” Harrison said, “you’re being too nice. He’s a fucking wanker.” I laughed a little. “Are you sure you’re ready to see him? You don’t want us to rough him up a little so he looks wrecked when you guys talk?” I laughed louder this time, shaking my head.

“No, no,” I shrugged, “if you want to rough him up afterward, that’s on you. But, I’d like you there for moral support.” They both nodded, mumbling a chorus of ‘of course’. Our burgers arrived and we started eating. It was silent for a couple minutes, until I remembered Harrison’s date with Lizeth. “Haz! Are you going out with Lizeth tonight?” Jacob choked on his burger and immediately reached for his water.

“What?” Harrison asked. “She’s cute.”

“You’re going out with the crazy Russian?”

“Jacob!” Harrison and I both reprimanded him in unison. “Lizeth’s not crazy! She’s… well, she’s just – oh, hell, she is crazy. Why are you going out with her?” Harrison shrugged.

“Didn’t work out with the other girl I was seeing.”

“What was wrong with her?”

“She didn’t want people to know we were seeing each other.” I shook my head.

“That’s shitty,” Harrison chuckled softly. “No, I’m serious. You’re a catch!”

“Well, thanks.” We finished our food and all went to our cars, all about to head back to the apartment. I picked up my phone before starting the car to type a text to Zendaya.

Me: done with the gym? could use some moral support at the loft.

Not-So-Zen-Daya: didn’t go to the gym, i stepped in and almost threw up from the smell. ended up going to get my nails done. i’m there for ya babe.

I laughed lightly, shaking my head. I put my phone down and almost started the car until I thought of something. I picked up my phone and opened Tom’s messages.

Me: i’m coming home. you’re right, we need to talk.

I put my phone down, started the car and started my way back to the loft.

I opened the door to the loft and my palms grew sweaty when I saw Tom sitting on the couch. He got up when he heard the door open and rushed over to me, hugging me. I wanted to push him off and tell him we weren’t there yet, but he smelled good and I missed him, so I let him. I kept my arms to my side. “(Y/N),” he breathed, pulling away from me.  “I missed you.” I nodded, not saying it back because it would make me not want to say what I was going to say. Zendaya walked in behind me. We both looked at her.

“Holland,” she laughed, shaking her head, “you have a lot of nerve.” Tom looked at her confused, letting a shock expression fall on his face when she threw his arms off of me. I was about to say something, but she continued before I could stop her. “You son of a bitch,” she started taking off her earrings.

“Z,” she ignored me, handing me her hoops.

“I’ve been waiting to do this since she moved in, I knew you were trouble.”

“Zendaya,” I tried again, putting a hand on her shoulder. With her fists raised, she turned to look at me. “Haven’t talked to him yet. I just got here.” Her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, nodding before laughing lightly.

“I’m just gonna,” she brushed Tom’s shoulder, him looking at her like she was crazy. “See ya!” She rushed toward Harrison’s room, where Jacob and he were. I cleared my throat, putting Z’s earrings down on the table by the door.

“Let’s talk.” I gestured toward the couch, walking toward it and feeling Tom right behind me. We both sat down and looked at each other. I nodded to myself and then took a deep breath, “Tom-.”

“(Y/N), I just want to say – Lucy? She’s out of the picture.” I laughed, no humor behind it.

“Tom, I saw you and her at the apartment a few days ago.” His eyebrows pulled in, a second passing before realization hit him. He tried to say something, but I spoke up before he could justify himself, “I get it. Lucy was here before me, I probably can’t compete with her. But, I don’t want to.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know… because, we’re just friends. Whatever we thought we had – what we thought we could have – it can’t happen.” I shrugged.

“I’m not with Lucy – I kissed her, yes, but I – I don’t feel anything for her. I don’t feel the way I feel with you with anyone.” He shook his head, reaching for my hand but I retracted it.

“You might believe that, but I need more than words.” I got up from the couch. “I just think we need to be friends… right now, I need you to be my friend.” Tom looked down defeated. He nodded his head.

“If that’s what you need right now, that’s what I’ll be.” I was about to thank him, but he stood up and continued talking. “But, I’m gonna prove it to you. I’ll redeem myself.” I smiled sadly, nodding my head.

“Is it safe?” We looked up, seeing Z, Harrison and Jacob all walking out of Haz’s room. I laughed, nodding.

“It’s safe. Come on out.”

“Good,” Harrison said, fixing his shirt, and bumping his shoulder against Zendaya’s as he made his way toward the door. “I’ve got a date to get to.” I saw Zendaya roll her eyes, and it took everything in me to bite my tongue. I’ll ask her when we’re alone.

“Have fun, Harrison!” We all said goodbye to him as he waved us off. “Alright,” I clapped my hands, “Z, back to yours! I have to get my stuff from there.” She nodded.

“We’ll carpool, I’ll drop you off afterward.” I nodded and walked toward her.

“We’ll be back.” We walked toward the door, the door not completely shut when we heard Tom tell Jacob, “No dude, she was scary. I genuinely thought she was going to hurl me at a wall.” Zendaya winked at me as I shut the door all the way, laughing.

“So,” I said, folding my clothes and putting them in the bag I brought them in.

“So,” Zendaya repeated, bringing me my shower things.

“Why did you and Harrison stop seeing each other?” I asked casually, but I had caught Zendaya off guard anyway, seeing her trip on air from the corner of my eye.

“What?” I rolled my eyes.

“Z, I’m not stupid. You’re obviously annoyed Harrison’s going out with Liz. And if you were just having sex with him, like I already suspected, you wouldn’t be bothered – which means, you like him. What happened?” She sighed, sitting on her bed next to me.

“I didn’t want anyone to know – Harrison’s embarrassing.” I laughed, “I’m serious!”

“He isn’t – he’s just always liked you.” I shrugged, stating the obvious. “He told us you didn’t want to be seen with him.”

“I thought you’d be mad, honestly. He’s too good for me.” I shook my head, putting down the shirt I was folding and putting a hand on her shoulder.

“You’re not giving yourself enough credit. I think you and Haz would be cute. You balance each other out.” Before Zendaya could reply, we heard the front door open. We looked at each other confused.

“Lizeth?” She called out, we heard footsteps and Lizzy appeared at the door.

“You’re back early… how was your date?”

“British boy in hospital.”

What? Liz, what do you mean ‘British boy in hospital’?” She shrugged and walked out.

“Dammit, Liz. What did you do to him?!” We rushed out the door after grabbing the keys.

“See, Liz? Yeah, Harrison’s too nice for Liz.”

We arrived at the hospital sixteen minutes later, and asked for Harrison Osterfield. “Z! (Y/N)!” We heard Jacob, and turned to see him and Tom in the waiting room. We rushed toward them.

“What happened?” They shrugged, a doctor coming out.

“For,” he paused, “Harrison Osterfield?” We rushed toward him. “He’s fine, you can see him.”

“What happened?” Zendaya asked, the doctor gave us a look of sympathy.

“You should let him tell you.” We all rushed toward room 146, seeing Harrison laying down trying to work the TV.

“Haz!” He looked up, his cheeks tinted pink. “What happened?” He mumbled something, but none of us heard him. “What?”

“I broke my penis.” The room went quiet, Jacob’s laughter breaking the silence. We all hushed him, trying to suppress our own laughter.

“What do you mean?” Harrison rolled his eyes.

“Lizeth and I went into the bathroom of the restaurant and tried to bang one out – she put in a little too much bang.” He sighed, pausing, shaking his head. “She broke my penis.” After hearing the story, we all broke out laughing, my hand resting on Tom’s shoulder for support. “Alright, alright, laugh it up, assholes.” Tom looked at me and smiled, I smiled back.

Things felt… normal.

a little less angsty ending and a little more humor. THIS IS ONE OF MY FAV NEW GIRL SCENES

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|| Girls Chase Boys ||

{summary: a love story based on mixed signals and a dash of miscommunication.}

i reached 700+ followers! this is such an amazing milestone for me and honestly, i’m so fucking happy! as a thank you gift, here’s a full story based on my ‘imagine peter parker falling in love with you…“ prompt ;)

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53

peter parker only tags: @wavy-ley , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none but extreme fluff

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine!**


{all the broken hearts in the world still beat/ lets not make it harder than it has to be/ ooooooh, it’s all the same thing/ girls chase boys chase girls}

“Doesn’t it ever annoy you?” You hear your best friend, Melody, ask while you were doing your homework in the library. Only half listening to her since you were so engrossed in typing out your essay for English Lit, you were in the midst of editing a few paragraphs when you respond with a half-hearted, “Does what annoy me?”

“The fact that that Parker kid keeps staring at you.” Recognizing the surname as belonging to this cute boy named Peter who happened to be a good friend of yours while sharing nearly all of your classes, you frown at Melody’s words and look over to your right where she was sitting, “What? Peter never stares at me. What makes you think that he’s staring at me all the time?”

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~ SPN 12x15 coda ~

This is my voicemail. Make your voice…a mail.

Dean pursed his lips and pulled his phone away from his ear. Three missed calls…where was Cas? 

Usually, if he was not back home by this time – Dean tapped his screen. 10:47 pm – then he was at a hotel for the night. By now, Cas would have texted Dean to check in. To let him know that everything was all right. Maybe he was too tired to carry on an actual conversation. Maybe that’s why he sounded off on the phone earlier,

After a moment of staring at his phone, Dean opened it up and found the messages between himself and Cas. No reason he couldn’t text Cas first, right?

10:48 pm // Any more news about Dagon?

He stared at his screen until it went black. Sighing, Dean set his cell down on his nightstand and pulled off his flannel shirt, tossing it on the foot of his bed. He toed off his heavy boots and kicked them away before he tugged off his jeans. As he sat down, he glanced over at his phone.

Still no notification. Maybe Cas’ phone was dead?

Dean slipped under the covers and sat still for a second before reaching under and yanking off his socks. He threw them across the room and rested his arm behind his head. He stared at the ceiling for a long while, watching the shadows from the lamp creep over the popcorn ceiling.

His phone buzzed. Twice. 

Dean jolted up and rubbed his eyes with one hand and grabbed his cell with the other. His shoulders sagged as he rested his phone on his knee. It was only Crowley. If he actually wanted to talk to Dean, he would call him – several times in succession until Dean picked up, judging by past experiences. 

Dean unlocked his phone with a swipe of his thumb and his eyes fell to Cas’ contact picture. It was one that Dean took who know how many moths ago during a lull in a research session. In the picture, Cas was glaring over the top of Sam’s computer at Dean in response to his endless attempts to get his attention. 

“Hey, Cas,” he said, clearing his throat. He glanced up at his closed bedroom door before continuing. “I…I know it’s been a while since I’ve prayed. But that’s because you’ve been here. And, well…you’re gone now.”

He frowned, tapping his phone on his knee. Yes, Dean talked to him today – just hours ago, even – but something was wrong. Sam did not seem to notice, but Dean did. “I don’t know what to do,” he said, though not necessarily to Cas. 

“I need you here, man. You help me, you know? More than I’ll ever be able to say.” His eyes darted up to the ceiling and back down to the phone. “I’m over-reacting, huh?…You’re probably just tired.” Dean gave his phone a half-hearted smile, his eyes drooping in exhaustion. He really should try to sleep soon.

12:12 am, his phone read when he tapped the screen. He hesitated for only a second after unlocking it before he decided to call Cas again. Dean’s fingers tightened around his phone as he raised it to his ear. “Come on, buddy. Pick up.” 

His plea was answered by the trilly dial-tone, which rang three times before there was a soft click on the other end. Dean’s breath hitched in anticipation as Cas said, This is my voicemail. Make you – 

He hung up the phone and tossed it away. It bounced off the pillow next to him and onto the bed. Dean rubbed his hands over his face, sighing. “Where are you, Cas?”

Kitchen Talk (one-shot)

Mabel is feelin’ mischievous, Stan makes pancakes, and Dipper had a rough night. Just a quick lil’ fluff fic.

Mabel ran around the kitchen, gleefully gathering ingredients for her Grunkle. Flour was found in one cabinet, and sugar in the next. She piled the various bags and containers on the counter next to Stan’s mixing bowl.

“I found the eggs!” she said in a sing song voice, gently tossing them at him. Stan moved quick to catch them, managing to recover two in one hand.

“Whoa there, careful sweetie! This ain’t the supermarket aisle.”

Mabel rocked back and forth on her feet, grinning sweetly with an almost concerning glint of mischief in her eye. “Just checking your reflexes. Don’t worry, you’re doing great for a person of your age!”

“A person of my… hey!” Stan barked in mock indignation, shaking his spatula at her. “Are you calling me old, you lil’ gremlin? Huh? You callin’ your Grunkle Stan old?”

Mabel let out a joyous giggle as he caught her in his arms and gave the top of her head a noogie. Her legs dangled above the ground, kicking at air and coming dangerously close to Stan’s ankles.

“Hey kid, hey, hey, careful where you’re kickin’! I may be an ancient bag of bones, but I still need those joints. And how ‘bout you do me a favor and wake up Ford for breakfast, huh?”

Mabel shot her hand to her head in a mock salute. “Aye, aye, captain!”

He set Mabel down and watched her skip out of the kitchen, down the hall to the room where Ford slept. He couldn’t help but let a smile stretch over his lips, watching his great niece. She was a real sweet kid- crazy, but sweet. Humming in content, he returned to the stove top and began mixing batter for some of his world famous Stancakes. He threw a pinch of nutmeg and cinnamon into the mix, one of his little secrets. As he was beginning to pour the first bit of batter into the frying pan, he heard soft little footsteps slowly enter the doorway behind him.

“Mornin’ Dipper,” he said without turning his head. He knew far too well there was only one twin in this shack who woke up with such a low drive of energy to match the sheer crawl of those footfalls he heard.

The kid only yawned in response, and promptly collapsed half asleep into a chair. Stan watched with amusement as he dropped his head against the table, producing a solid clunk. Dipper’s hair was a matted rat nest, and he simply looked exhausted. Poor kid.

“No sleep last night, huh?” he asked, glancing between the boy and the pancake slowly browning on the griddle. “You up late readin’ again? I know you like your books kid, but you need ta stop makin’ that a habit. I mean, one insomniac in the house is bad enough,” he said with a slight chuckle. 

He glanced towards Dipper. For a moment there was no response. The kid just kept laying there. Motionless. Sweet Moses, was he okay? Worry creased his brow.

“Dipper? Hey. You alive there, kid?”

“I wasn’t reading,” he mumbled in response, not lifting his head from his arms.

“Then what-”

Dipper shifted uncomfortably, lifting his head up enough for Stan to see the dark rings around his eyes.

“Nightmare,” he said matter-of-factly.

Oh. Oh. Of course.

“M'sorry, kid. D'ya wanna talk about it?” He flipped the pancake over, salivating a little when it sizzled.

“Mm, not really.”

“Does Mabel know?”

“Didn’t wanna upset her.”

Stan leaned back against the counter, watching his great nephew for a second. The kid absentmindedly picked at his shirt, his eyes unfocused. His motor movements were sluggish. Running on next to nothing. Stan recognized the look on his face- it was on he’d seen reflected in the mirror numerous times over the past thirty years after waking up from terrors, visions of his brother alone in some god forsaken wilderness. Visions of Ford starving, strafed by wounds, at death’s door. Even though he may not know exactly what haunted Dipper, he could make a pretty good guess. He could tell this kid needed some time to rest today, some time spent away from town and any reminders of what had happened.

He took the first fully cooked Stancake off the stove, and poured some new batter into the pan.

“Hey, how 'bout we stay in today instead of going to the lake?” he offered, hoping Dipper would give him some positive response. “Watch some movies? You and Ford could play that nerd game of yours, whatever you want.”

“I’d like that,” the kid muttered, a corner of his lip curling into a half smile.

Stan continued to cook for the next few minutes in comfortable silence, letting the boy rest. The plate of Stancakes multiplied quickly, and soon a stack of twelve sat as the centerpiece of the kitchen table, surrounded by plates and utensils and a questionable carton of orange juice that was probably a few days past the sell-by date. The scent of pancakes carried the other two twins through the doorway, Mabel riding gleefully on Ford’s back.

The four took their places at the table, beginning another morning together as a family. An odd family unit they were, but Stan supposed that only made more sense, living in such an odd place as Gravity Falls.

Heads up to my fellow autistic ppl to block tumblr user: atheistic-aesthetica

This person has been saying some pretty nasty and ableist stuff in the #actuallyautistic tag. 

Do not bother engaging/trying to argue with them they are a minor (14) and are most likely a troll. Don’t engage and definitely dont harass them or send hate - just block them. They really aren’t worth the effort.

  • They persistently use the r-word; ‘r*tard’ and their response to people asking and telling them to stop is to only use it more. 
  • They have called self-diagnosed autistic people fakes and insist that self-diagnosed people are doing it to seem “cute/quirky” and to look special. 
  • On top of this they believe that any autistic person that has more than one special interest is not actually autistic and is faking it.
  • They believe that autistic people that say they enjoy stimming or who portray their stimming as something good are not really autistic and are faking it. 
  • Basically they just seem to think that autistic people cannot and should not ever be proud of or enjoy being autistic or have any positive feelings about being autistic. 
  • They find it funny that other autistic people are getting upset and angered by their post - calling the upset/angry responses them “getting triggered” and finding that hilarious. 
  • Calls people who get upset about the r-word “sensitive pussies”

Yes they seem to have a truck load of internalised ableism to work through and I hope they are able to work through it someday but that does not excuse their bullying tactics.

EDIT: They are also enbyphobic/exorsexist and transphobic in general. 

atheistic-aesthetica is very hateful and a bully. They are also a troll and a minor. 
Do not engage. Do not harass/send hate (this is never acceptable). Just block their url and move on.  

SasuSaku Month 2017
Day 4- Lean on Me
Taking Care of You
Summary: Sasuke, Naruto and Boruto have just returned from their fight against Momoshiki. Sakura was waiting for them, and she was ready to take care of her boys.
Her heart was beating faster with every minute gone by with no sign of them. Lungs demanding for air, adrenaline running through her veins and her hands were sweating in pure anxiety, as the pink haired woman was clearly afraid of the unknown. She was terrified, for her boys were still out there— wherever the hell out there was— and yet, she had to keep it all inside because she was not alone on the top of the Hokage tower. There were people around her. Her subordinates, her friends and her daughter, and they were all depending on her strength.

They were all scared. Probably more so than her. They were praying and holding each other’s hands in order to unite forces, as their hope slowly escaped their hearts.

It reminded her of how it felt to watch it all from behind as her comrades risked their lives fighting Madara. When she was left to heal those who needed, while she could only hear the despair from all those scared souls, and when everyone was looking at her as if expecting she would offer them protection and comfort.

Yes, it felt just like the war, again. With all those eyes and that heavy atmosphere, Sakura could feel the weight of the world falling over her shoulders. And just like that time— and during so many others—, when the ones surrounding her started to lose faith, the Uchiha matriarch took it upon herself to make sure no one gave up. Even if she didn’t have answers, and even if she was as lost as all those around her, she had to be strong. No matter what, she was not letting anyone give up on them.

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Aquarium Evolution

At the top we have my 12L tank, the first I ever had and the one responsible for thos whole shrimp and fish obsession. First photograph is July 2016 and the second is November 2016, just before this tank was dismantled (it’s now in storage).

The second photo is of my 23L Fluval Edge in November 2016 and June 2017, I’ve just spent all afternoon cleaning this one out and trimming plants etc. This tank contains 5 Amano shrimp who have been with me for over a year now, 1 nerite snail and 6 Endler guppies who I’m contemplating re-homing as I only learnt recently that this tank is a bit small for them. There’s someone local who is looking for fish donations for a tank that they’re setting up in a primary school, I know they’re looking for hardy brightly coloured fish so they might find their home there!

Third photo is of my newest tank, a 32L custom tank that fits in an Ikea Kallax shelf unit. Photos April 2017 and June 2017 It houses my 8 Otocinclus as well as numerous Neocaridina and 4 glass shrimp. I’m gradualy changing it to an amazon-esque sort-of biotope for them. There’s so many places to hide I hardly see them.

TalesFromYourServer: Table of 10 in tears.

I served a family of 10 tonite, two sets of grandparents, 2.5 sets of thier adult children and one 9 year old. One of the sons wives had just died, like just on Monday, and they were coming to eat after the funeral bc it was where the couple had their wedding reception four years ago. No one told me this.

I head to my 10 top in good spirits, “Hey yall Im D. Big group, we celebrating anything?” Man from the youngest couple responds – “No.” And my cache response is, “Thats okay! Just celebrating life then!” You can only imagine how many tears that brought. 5 minutes in and Ive managed to make half a table cry – but Im completely clueless as to why??! So I back off on the jolly sever routine and just take a bar order and let them settle in. Observing body language, I can start to see that everyone is paired up except one man, whos sitting with his arm around an empty chair - and then it dawns on me that someone - his partner- has died!

Well when the food comes out, the food runner doesnt realize he should skip the empty seat in the seat count. Really, its not his fault, the widower guy ordered a martini and a glass of wine for his wife – who would never ever drink it – and even had her purse slung over the chair. It was odd. The foodrunner must have asked if anyone was sitting in the chair, because everyone was in tears over their steaming steaks and lamb chops by the time I was able to rush over and sort the delivery out.

By the end both grandmothers had gotten drunk enough to call me over and apologize for being a group of mourning lunatics. Their daughter had only been sick for 6 months that they knew, and then passed away from ALS Monday. They both asked me about my wife and family and made me promise to never fight with them or hate them.

They all fought over the bill, but the main grandfather had given me his card before anyone even arrived – 110 on 560 but It could have been 5$ honestly. That was the saddest table of my life.

By: thedailydaren

Mixed up relationship (daveed x reader)

{a/n: so this started as a fic that would be angsty but turned into kink filled smut…also its daveed so like…yeah…um enjoy you filthy sinners}

Warnings: SMUT! Daddy kink, choking, Daveed being the sex God he is, sexxxxxx!

Tapping your pen against your desk, you sighed, no lyrics came, sometimes you wished you had daveeds talent of words, you closed your notebook, grabbing your phone, clicking it open, you had quite a few texts from various friends
‘Um..daveeds new podcast interview is up… maybe don’t listen to this one…they sort of talked a whole lot about you and daveeds very….quote mixed up relationship end quote’ sighing you rolled your eyes, it wasn’t uncommon for a tweet or a passing conversation to be thrust into your face of how very odd people found the fact daveed was dating as one person said ‘a stale piece of white bread’ nice, but people were always like that when the person they love starts dating someone who isn’t them, and it was maybe one person two at worst, for you things seemed fine, and daveed never hid his affection for you, never let people’s words sway how he felt, he had the attitude of a stoned brick, calm, collected and can not be swayed easily. You looked at your texts more from friends about the podcast, and a few about his morning radio interview about the upcoming EP clipping was about to drop. Before too long you found yourself sitting at your laptop, headphones on and hitting play on the podcast, they hosts sounded nice and made you laugh, when daveed came in the questions seemed to turn, many had learned of the split between him and his ex, it wasn’t messy, it was just a natural thing, people shift and move apart, with clipping and acting jobs, daveed was pretty much a Skype boyfriend, you didn’t mind, and neither did his ex, but they had decided, time had run its course. But five years is a long time, and in a seemingly too short period of time, you had become a staple in daveeds twitter and instagram, a few snap story take overs had many wondering where you popped up from, sighing you listened to them talk.
‘So mister daveed diggs, I hear someone new has captured that heart of yours’ you smiled hearing daveeds laugh knowing the flushed smile on his face well,
‘Yeah, she’s…she’s amazing, she makes life very interesting, many clipping songs have come from things her brain has spit out’ you laughed shrugging he wasn’t wrong many times you had no word vomit filter on your brain.
‘Yes, well people have been shouting at us, about the very mixed up relationship, seeing as you stared as Jefferson in Hamilton, the barrier breaking musical, people seem to see this as you sort of slamming a giant sort of white stamp on things’ you sat up turning the volume up slightly
‘I don’t know about that, i wouldn’t say our relationship is mixed up per say’ one of the hosts laughed
‘People said, that this was you conforming to the standard set back in the day, and many listeners say you should find a strong woman of color to keep breaking the world’s barriers, in music and stage and life’ you hit pause sighing. It wasn’t uncommon for people to say stuff like that, many woman at restaurants or bars, seeming to think you could never be daveeds actual girlfriend, and even when he says you are, they never fail to give their number with a comment of ‘when you see the light call me’ you never let it get to you, ever, but some days you felt bad…bad that you weren’t the one people wanted daveed with, sighing you shut your laptop standing. It was quiet in the apartment just you and soccer, who currently was asleep on the couch feet up ears down
‘Well don’t you look comfy’ the only response was a snort from the dog, sighing you looked around the apartment, deciding to just go lay down for a while you tugged your Oakland hoodie off, pulling a loose tank top out, rolling your eyes as it also read in large print ‘oakland’ you tugged off your leggings feeling free again bending over to grab the clothes from the floor, yelping as arms circled your waist lips pressing against your shoulder as you stood still caged by very strong arms
‘Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,’ you laughed shrugging against his chest looking up towards him smiling as he leaned down pressing his lips to yours, he pulled back as you sighed leaning back against his chest feeling safe as he held you tightly
‘Mm can we like never leave this spot’ he laughed his chest vibrating against your back
‘I wish but the bed like five feet in front of us looks hella more comfy than standing’ you nodded as he uncaged you pulling his hoodie off, soon he was in sweats and leaning against the headboard arms open for you, smiling you climbed onto the bed, straddling him, his hands coming to rest just below your butt, looking up at you
‘So how was your day? Many exciting legal tour things?’ He laughed leaning his head against your stomach
‘Oh yeah so exciting as I signed so many documents my hand was going to fall off’ you laughed your hands moving through his curly mane of hair, scratching your nails against his scalp, he groaned happily as you did so
‘God I love it when you do that’ you smiled
‘Taught from my mom, any day can be made better by head scratches’ he smiled his hands moving up and down the back of your thighs soothingly as you hummed and played with his hair
‘So…I listened to some of that podcast you did’ he sighed pulling his head up to look at you eyes tired, you ran your thumbs under his eyes sighing
‘Yeah? I tried to get your friends to make sure you didn’t’ you sighed
‘I know, I got curious, i’m not like upset, I was, but I mean i’m used to those kinds of comments,’ he looked up at you eyes looking into yours, one hand coming up to hold your cheek
‘You shouldn’t have to be, people should just not worry who I fall in love with, who I write songs about,’ slowly he rose finally ending with you being flipped under him his hand moving down your neck and down your shoulder stopping to intertwine your fingers
‘Who I make scream till their voice is gone,’ his lips brushed against yours, causing your eyes to flutter shut, your breathing picking up slightly
‘Who I fuck till they can’t think or see straight let alone walk straight the next day,’ you whimpered slightly as his teeth grazed your pulse point his lips pressing against it feeling your pulse raise
‘Whose sounds make me want never leave this bed’ you opened your eyes as daveeds hands moved to your waist slipping under his tank top, slowly moving up until the shirt pooled right above your breasts, daveed ran a finger down over your bra, smirking
‘The one who if they went through my photo roll, would see the beauty of how very photo talented my girlfriend is, and how much she can make me go insane on tour’ you smirked as he leaned close before his lips took yours causing your back to arch into his chest, eyes closing as his hands moved to unhook your bra tossing it somewhere, you would find it later, his hand moved cupping your breast, his finger lightly circling your nipple, causing a small gasp to come out of your throat, he took his chance his tongue pushing in and dancing with yours, pulling back you whimpered looking up at him as he kissed his way down your body, kissing your breasts, before slowly kissing the beauty marks your clothes hid, his tongue ran down past your belly button stopping at the waistband of your panties, you watched him, breathing heavy as he hooked his thumbs into the band slowly pulling them down, his lips following down your right leg, tossing the panties for you to find later, he kissed up your left leg, his hand hooking under your thigh bringing it up to hang over his shoulder as he kissed your skin, biting softly, causing soft whimpers as he got closer to your core, his eyes held yours as he lowered his mouth down his tongue flicking against your clit as you inhaled sharply back arching hands flying to his curly hair tugging as he sucked it into his mouth his tongue circling it as you moaned, whimpering his fingers moved down before you felt him slowly push two into your entrance, pumping them slowly as he worked his tongue over you. You cried out as he brought the fire in your stomach closer to exploding, your fingers tugged his hair as he worked,
‘Da-fuck…daveed…i’m close please…please can…can I cum…please’ daveeds eyes found yours his eyebrow arching up his way to say no when his mouth was busy
‘Please oh god….daddy…daddy please I need to cum…please…please’ your legs shook as you held yourself back, he pulled back moving up his thumb moving to replace his tongue, eyes watching you like a lion hunting prey, lips moving down hot against your ear
‘Cum for daddy, let daddy hear how he makes you feel, cum all over daddy’s fingers’ you didn’t need any other words before you screamed out back arching as he finger fucked you through your orgasm, his lips kissing your neck, sucking a love bite into your skin, slowly he pulled his fingers out causing you to twitch, he pulled back looking at his fingers before sticking them in his mouth eyes shutting as he did
‘God, you taste like everything I have ever wanted’ you watched him as he slid off the bed tugging his sweats off, grabbing something from the top dresser, the foil wrapper falling as he turned crawling back up on the bed
‘Baby girl, daddy wants you to ride him, show him your pretty face when you fuck his cock’ you moaned nodding as you sat up slowly, he laid down as you moved to straddle him his hands coming to your waist before fully yanking your tank top off tossing it as you aligned yourself with his member, whimpering as you slid down on it, his hands tightened on your hips as he groaned,
‘Fuck, you feel so good around daddy’s cock’ you moaned as he helped you move your hips your, hands going to his chest to help steady you, his eyes never leaving your face as he moaned thrusting up to meet your hips, his head falling back
‘Fuck, daddy…’ he ran his hands up and down your waist as you moved your hips quickly,
‘Fuck, daddy, please, choke me’ he didn’t need to be told twice as his thrusts slammed into you his hand clamping around your throats as you moaned loudly
‘Fuck daddy’ he slammed up into you faster
‘Cum…right now, cum for me again, fuck let me see your face when daddy makes you cum’ you looked at him a mouth opening as you cried out cumming around his cock, your walls clenching around him, his thrusts became sloppy as he fucked you through your climax before finally groaning as he came, slowly thrusting to a stop, his hand moving from your neck to pull you down against his chest, his hand running down your back breathing heavy
‘Fuck I love you, no matter what people say,’ you smiled nodding weakly
‘I love you too, so much’ let’s just say you walked a little funny the next day and the love bite on your neck was not one daveed let you cover in his instagram posts.

Joker x Reader

Fandom: DC

Character: The Joker

Request: Could you write a full imagine about the reader and the Joker meeting for the first time please???

Requested by: @keya168

Word Count: 813

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    The booming music coming from the club rattled your ears. Your bodyguards opened the limo door and you immediately stepped out. You stared at the club which belonged to the Joker himself. The man you were here to do business with. You had never met him before, but considering what everyone said about him he seemed…interesting.

    You walked up to the entrance where there were two buff security guys staring you down. “ Y/N L/N. I’m here to talk to your boss.” You stated and they both whispered to each other before letting you in. Your bodyguards followed you inside as one of Joker’s security guards escorted you to a semi private booth. You sat down on the white leather couch and took in the stench of alcohol mixed with sweaty bodies. You weren’t very fond of clubs or the activities that partook in them. But you were here on official business, so you had no right to complain.

    You waited for another ten minutes impatiently before a tall man with sleek green hair sat in front of you. He stared at you intrigued. He didn’t expect Falcone to send a woman to do his negotiations.

    “ You must be the Joker. Is there something on my face or am I just that interesting to stare at?” You spoke up first and questioned him. You were a bit annoyed at his lack of professionalism. You wanted to get this deal done and over with so you could leave. You didn’t want to waste time with his staring. Although you had been doing your share of staring as well. You couldn’t help it. This man intrigued you. He was undeniably good looking, but the look in his eyes was pure insanity. And this should have scared you, but instead it only made you more attracted to him.

    “ Ah, where are my manners? I just wasn’t expecting Falcone to send such a beautiful lady to do his business.” He complimented you as he placed his hands on top of his cane. “ Well I am the only one who can get the job done. All the men working for Falcone are useless. Also considering the fact that you keep killing the men he sends and I’m not as easy to kill.” You stated confidently. He smiled at your response,” Finally he sent me someone worthy enough to negotiate with.” He then extended his hand towards you. You stared at it,” I don’t do handshakes.” You simply replied and he smirked retracting his hand. “ Funny, neither do I.” He responded and you shook your head slightly at his contradictory actions. This man was something else.

     “ Anyway, back to what I came here for. Falcone wants to distribute his product on this side of Gotham. He can’t do that without your approval. So he’s willing to make a deal.” You explained to him. Joker’s smile fell and he suddenly became serious. A simple action that brought chills down your spine. “ And why would I agree to that?” He asked through gritted teeth. You motioned towards one of your bodyguards who handed you a suitcase filled with millions of dollars. You grabbed it and opened it showing the contents to Joker who just stared at it with cold eyes.

    “ You’ll agree because it would greatly benefit you and Falcone to close this deal. This money is only a slight fraction compared to all the money you two will make. Because let’s face it. He needs new customers and barely anyone trusts you. With Falcone’s credibility and your territory profits would boom for the both of you. So what do you say?” You asked him hoping to close the deal. He stared at you interested and then leaned back in his seat breathing in deeply,” And who would run the business on this side?” He asked you. You smirked,” As a matter of fact I would.” He grinned widely at your response before slamming his hands on the case. “ Then that settles it! Welcome to the business…” he trailed off excitedly waiting for your response. “ Y/N. Y/N L/N.” You replied. “ Y/N.” the mere sound of your name rolling of of his lips made you feel something. He held out his hand a second time for a handshake and this time you took it.

    Joker was captivated by you. He had never met someone so fearless of him. You weren’t intimidated by him in any way and he liked that. Something about you just attracted him to you.

    “ I’ll see you around.” Joker said while waving goodbye. You rolled your eyes,” Mhmm, we’ll see about that.” You replied sending a little wave his way. Part of you wanted to see him again, but a bigger part of you knew to stay away.

Little did you know that wouldn’t be the last time you would see him …


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Tagging: @gabbygurrl

What they want: reader is Sam and Dean sister who’s a powerful witch, she uses magic to protect them and they find out they’re mad, she runs away and castiel finds her.

Paring: Castiel x Reader


They weren’t suppose to find out like this.
They weren’t suppose to come into her room and see her doing a spell to protect them for their upcoming hunt.
They weren’t suppose to know that their baby sister was a witch and a powerful one at that.
They weren’t suppose to get mad.
They weren’t suppose to disown her for not telling them.
They weren’t suppose to make her cry, but they did.
(Y/n) couldn’t take it any longer, listening to her brothers scream angry rants toward her. The younger Winchester couldn’t take it so she did what Winchesters did best.
She ran.
Ran away from her brothers.
Away from Castiel eyes who held mixed emotions of sadden, concern and confusion.
And better yet she ran away from her problems.
She couldn’t take it all at once, not when her brothers looked at her with such betrayal. She felt as if she just betrayed the most important people of her life.
They raised her, they cared for her, helped her whenever she couldn’t do anything.
They gave her a semi normal life, they allowed her to go to schools whenever they were on a hunt and let her stay for a week total. Sam helped her with her homework whenever he had time, Dean would take her out to the park to try and be like other kids her age and Castiel he would help her sleep whenever she had a nightmare.
So there she sat on top of a hill she found surrounded by daisy’s a few miles away from the motel she and her brothers were staying in.
Not to long after she disappeared were the boys worrying. Dean and Sam had passed by her hill a few hours ago but hadn’t seen her thanks to the night sky, on their way back that’s when Sam had saw his little sister.
“Dean, stop the car.”
Dean pulled over and looked at Sam, sam pointed his finger out of his older brothers window and Dean followed his finger. Now seeing his younger sister, who was on top of the hill with castiel seated beside her, got out of the car Sam following his lead.
Before Dean could move any further Dean was stopped by the large hand of his brother on his shoulder, shaking his head Sam said “Just let them talk, if anyone could bring her back it’s Cas.”
Dean gave castiel and (y/n) one last look before nodding in response.

°Meanwhile with Castiel and you°

Castiel stared down at the broken Winchester beside him, his heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces that only (y/n) could fix.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Cas soft voice broke (y/n) out of her thoughts, her glaze stayed down on her hands which were playing with a few daisy’s. She sighed before taking a quick peek at Cas. “If I had would it be any different from earlier.”
Cas was now in his own little thoughts. It probably wouldn’t have been but he would make them understand.
“I’ve only used my magic to help and protect you all on hunts, I do not wish to see you guys hurt.”
Castiel eyes softened at her response, (y/n) who was now looking at the angel sighed again.“You all matter to be.”
Castiel stood up and held out his hand for (y/n) she placed her smaller one in his much larger hand. “Maybe you should explain that to them.”
Castiel eyes made its way over to Dean and Sam’s figures who were standing by the impala front doors.
(Y/n) nodded and made her way down the hill before she could get a word out both brothers pulled their sister into a hug.
“Never do that again understood?” Sam mumbled into her right shoulder. “Yeah we care for you and even though you are a witch your still a Winchester.” Dean mumbled into her left shoulder.
Castiel who still stood on top of the hill watched the three siblings hug, he whispered softly to himself holding the daisy (y/n) played with earlier.
“You matter to me too.”

DAY 3368(i)

Malta                          June 17,  2017                   Sat 10:37 PM

Sudhir Ef with whom I exchange several thoughts and conversations had a telling remark on the Blog post of Navrang Ji :

“ What a pity .. We still have a mass which believes that ordinary life is a bench mark for virtues, ethics and value “ …

It came about as I said, from the remark of Mr Navrang ji on FB, who questioned whether I was ever one that played marbles like ordinary people, rode bicycles, ran an empty rejected tyre with a stick, played ‘gulli danda’ .. instead of just being interested in making money ..

The assumption or rather the consternation was that people like me are only interested in making money and not ever been associated with the ordinary traits of the common man .. 

My response in Hindi, which must have been translated, ran into many words. Words that gave him the lives of us .. that yes we did play marbles, and spun tops, cycled to school at times mostly walking it .. lived in homes that had no fans at times, no air conditioning .. my first came after the release of Zanjeer .. at Allahabad in summer we placed a block of ice on the floor, poured water and cooled the room .. and many other such quite ordinary acts ..

The accusation seemed to be addressed to the fact that people like me and us are far removed from the reality of the common man, and live in a world of our own filled with all the possible luxuries of life .. and therefore insinuating that those that do not or have not lived that ordinary life, are not virtuous, ethical or have any values .. money is all that interests us .. 

I am a person of the rags of humble and lower middle class bearing .. what has come to me is the blessings of the Almighty, the prayers and blessings of my Mother and Father .. and the love affection and consideration of my well wishers .. all that is perceived to be in abundance with me in its opulence is a myth .. but even if it was not .. SO WHAT .. !! So just because my financial condition could be better than a few others, my ethics and morals are wrong, or despicable .. ??!!!

High net worth individuals shall always be looked upon in this manner .. wealth is something that is despised, because perhaps it is not as universal in its bearing and worth with the rest of the populace .. the percentages are abominable .. but is that a fault .. is that one that needs to be reprimanded and questioned at all times .. the guy with the car is the superior negative .. the road does not belong to him .. if due to the fault of a passer by, the car hits him, the driver of the car is lynched first .. always .. 

Because the rich are at fault always ..

Commercial substantial gaps in society, with regard to wealth, shall always bring discomfort and disillusionment and anger  .. if I do not have it then I have reason to be angry .. a normal human trait .. and one that became the inspirational theology behind many socialist communist movements and still do .. some worked some did not .. so ?? 

How does he have what I do not .. ? Must have gained it in illegal manner ! these high net worth individuals have most definitely been involved in some illegal act .. wealth creation has always been equated with illegality .. a pity really, for those that do put in work and worth shall ever be question marked ..

Solution .. 

Yes there are many .. enumerating them here would tantamount to arrogance .. a quietude and simplistic demeanor is what is prudent and advised ..

The tale of the exampled business man is one that has been narrated to me by my Father  ..

A successful businessman earns lakhs and lakhs in a day, yet prefers to stay in a small hole of a room, barely able to contain his height, and without any fan, air conditioning, nothing   .. he is happy but .. when asked how, he said :

When I come back to my little abode for the night, I lie down to rest, and place the lakhs that I have earned for the day on my chest and go to sleep .. that is my air conditioner and my sleeping tablet .. I need nothing more .. !!!

Those famous words of Sarojini Naidu, that great Freedom fighter of the nation .. a compatriot of Mahatma Gandhi and Nehru .. ring well ..

She addressed the Mahatma once, seeing and knowing that he always travelled the way of the common man in the 3rd class of a train ..

“Gandhi ji” she said .. “it is very expensive to keep you poor ..”

My love 

Amitabh Bachchan

ps :  I have an interesting episode to narrate on the rich poor syndrome and in particular with them that seek representation from the masses .. I shall narrate it later some time ..

Distortions - White Noise p. 4

→ Reader x Cyborg!Baekhyun

→ Futuristic AU; in which you refuse to let your fiance leave you in oblivion.

Pt. 1 (M), Pt. 2, Pt 3

→ Warnings: Indications of attempted rape.

Word count: 1,6K

“What’s your problem? I’m paying you, you’re supposed to do your job.”

“What?” He breathed out, his hand nervously tugging on the collar of his coat.

“You said he was able to be fixed - why aren’t you fixing him? Nothing is happening.”

His warm eyes fall as he understands there is nothing to hide anymore, and that it actually is not much of his problem what he was about to spit in your face; “A few days ago, I received a message - so did all the others in my field. We are to halt anymore physical therapies for the cyborg soldiers.”

Your heart misses a beat. “What?”

He pauses, staring weirdly into your eyes as if he’s hesitant to answer that. In the end he sighs. “They were officially deemed unimportant; all services for cyborg soldiers are now being closed down.” He sighs again, looking at you with sad, dark eyes.

“I’m sorry, you’re on your own now.”

“Baekhyun? Would you like to taste something I made?” You called out into your apartment, listening intently if there was any small sounds, indicating that Baekhyun was standing up from the sofa and shuffling into the kitchen. “It’s a new recipe I discovered.” You lied, smiling as he shuffled adorably around the corner of your small yet cozy kitchen.

Things were going neither good or bad. For a whole month now, you had been exposing Baekhyun to your old perfumes, slipping old photos of you to him, trying to retell stories you had experienced together and letting old lingerie pieces lay around the apartment in hopes of Baekhyun’s mind to reminisce about the many times you had worn those for him and only him. You tried cooking all his favorite dishes, cooking the dishes you had introduced him to, talk about his past before you, tell him little facts about himself.

Tell him little facts about yourself.

Another smile. “It’s buns. Cinnamon with vanilla glaze.”

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Tony Stark and his mental state

Lately, the MCU fandom, especially the anti-Tony part of it, has been… an adventure, to say the least. I can’t even count on one hand how many posts I’ve seen dismissing Tony’s state of mind, or framing Bucky as the sole victim, or even comparing Tony’s and Bucky’s trauma so they can dismiss Tony.

Comparing trauma should never be done in any case, because trauma is valid. It doesn’t matter if the person you just met went through the worst things imaginable, your “comparatively” small trauma, whatever it may be, is still valid, and should never be erased in favour of anyone else.

And, well, since so many of you are insistent on doing just that, or calling Tony “whiny”, let’s look at what exactly people are erasing.

The most obvious first: Tony Stark was kidnapped, tortured and threatened by terrorists. He spent a lot of time with an imminent threat hanging above his head, plus, the shrapnel in his chest meant that he could die if he took too much time. He had an actual ticking time bomb in his chest, and still tried to figure out how to deny his captors what they wanted and escape.

Tony Stark almost drowned when his building got blown into the water. A near-death experience is traumatic, and a lot so at that.

Also, he almost suffocated in space, which is eerily similar to drowning. So not only does this mean that Tony has had two near-death-scenarios in a rather small time frame, it also means that the two are tied together, and will likely remain linked in his mind for a long time.

(And his Arc Reactor almost poisons him, so I guess that counts as another point in the near-death-experience-column.)

Tony Stark loses a lot of his loved ones. His parents die when he’s rather young, his father figure Obadiah betrays him and makes it clear that he thinks Tony nothing but a nuisance, and Pepper is heavily endangered, all because Tony is a superhero. The man barely has any close friends because he’s bad at interpersonal relationships to begin with; he can’t bear to lose the few he has left.

Tying into it is the fact that he saw a tape of the Winter Soldier murdering his parents. Yes, Bucky is not the Winter Soldier. Yes, Bucky is a victim and is not to blame for the deaths of all these people. But imagine being Tony Stark. Imagine losing your parents, being so guilty over it that you can never really let it go, imagine blaming yourself because that is what you do, you always blame yourself – and then imagine seeing them die. Seeing someone murder them. Seeing someone choke your mother to death despite her pleas for life. That, with the added stress of the Accords and trying to get his friends to stop going rogue, made Tony attack Bucky. He did not want him dead before he saw this video.

Furthermore, Tony has never been able to cope with his trauma efficiently, because nobody in this universe actually listens to him. His symptoms, his PTSD and guilt and self-damaging behaviour get written off by everyone around him to the point where Bruce Banner was asleep while Tony confided in him. Nobody gives a shit about his trauma! So Tony copes with substance abuse, and struggles with alcoholism on top of everything else, and that can’t be good for his psyche.

Tony is the sort of person who blames himself for everything. He wasn’t even there when Scarlet Witch accidentally blew up that building and killed these people at the start of Civil War. He was in no way affiliated with anything. But yet, he feels guilty, he feels responsible, and it honestly seems to me like he’s the only one who does.

Long story short: Tony Stark has survived so much, and his mental health has suffered from it. He has trauma. He’s not being whiny, this isn’t manpain, it’s actual, legitimate PTSD. This is nothing anyone should dismiss so lightly.

Yes, Bucky is a victim. Yes, Bucky has been severely traumatised as well. But Bucky is more than just a victim, just as Tony is more than just a victim. They’re both morally complex people, and the way some of you tear down one just to woobify the other is frankly insulting to the characters and their writers.

Be Team Cap. Be Team whoever the fuck you want – but please, please respect Tony and the things he’s had to endure. Please try to understand where he’s coming from.

And whatever you do, don’t shit on the actor.


[ Yifan | Thieving Hearts ]

\ Having a Mate


Kris moved beside you, and for some reason you could not fathom and you kind of hated yourself for, you sidestepped behind him. He knew these people; you didn’t. That was your justification to yourself, anyway. Not the feeling that he would protect you no matter what happened to come at you. No, it wasn’t that at all. You didn’t even know the giant like that.

Peeking up at him, you found worry marring his features even as he held an arm out in front of you. “You found her?”

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Differences between the Anime and the Manga - Episode 25

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The episode was written by Yasuko Kobayashi (Ep1, Ep2, Ep4, Ep9, Ep14, Ep16, Ep20, Ep24, Ep26, Ep27, Ep30),  the directors were Masashi Koizuka (Ep2, Ep13, Ep17), Shintaro Itoga (Ep12, Ep20), Tetsurō Araki (Ep1), Daisuke Tokudo (Ep17).

The episode overwrote ch33, ch34 from page 1-10 and page 27-34.

WARNING: There’ll be an ocean of salt for this episode. It diverged from the manga so much that I can’t say anything nice about it. I feel that would automatically be an insult for the original work, and thus an insult for Isayama. This post will of course be very long.

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5- v) You live across from me in our apartments and we smile when we see each other but we don’t really know each other and oh you’re the stripper at my friend’s stag do/hen night fuck this is really uncomfortable

For almost a year, Nico had lived in an apartment near the highway and airport. About three months in, the apartment across from him was thankfully vacated. A very troublesome couple had lived there and woken Nico on several nights. He had hope that it would remain empty, but about two weeks later, someone else moved in.

Nico remembered leaving for work when he bumped into someone carrying a box at the top of the stairs. “Oh, shit, sorry,” he said holding his hands out to steady the mover. His eyes came up to his face and he found himself dumbstruck by bright blue eyes and a galaxy of freckles. “Uh, hi. Moving in?”

“Yep,” he breathed, using a hand to brush away some hair from his face before steadying the box again. “You’re a neighbor I assume?”

Nico gestured to his door. “Right across.”

“Oh,” he said with a smile. “I guess I’ll be seeing you a lot then.”

Nico smiled and nodded. “I’d offer to help you move in, but I’m actually on my way to work right now. If you need anything, uh… well, I’m right there. I’m Nico.”

“Will,” he answered as he hefted the box. “I’d shake your hand, but….” Nico laughed and nodded. “See you around, Nico.” He smiled again, dimples and all, and disappeared into his apartment.

Ever since, Nico would smile at him as he left for work and if he ever ran into him on a night when he went out. He didn’t have the guts to go over and actually talk to him, so they kept it that way. For many months, Nico wasn’t sure what his neighbor did for a living. He never saw him with a uniform or a badge or nametag. If anything he’d catch him in black sweats at night, getting into his small car and driving away. Nico assumed he went running.

Still, even with only smiles as their only interaction, Nico couldn’t help but look forward to seeing him anytime he left. He had one of those rare smiles, the sincere ones. The kind of smile that seemed to be made of not only his lips, but his entire beautiful face. The dimples, the crinkles at the corner of his eyes, the way even the sun glinted of his blond hair a little brighter, the position of his eyebrows, and his teeth which had one of the front teeth slightly chipped. It was the smile that made Nico’s day.

It was the smile that kept him daydreaming about the day he’d finally try to talk to him while his friends made bachelor party plans.

“Nico!” Leo snapped. Nico blinked. “Pay attention dude.”

“Sorry, what is it?”

“So I was thinking,” he said, obviously annoyed with having to repeat himself, “We play a little prank on Percy. You know how strippers are a must?” Nico nodded, bored. All of his friends were straight and hence, Nico never indulged in their nights out. He didn’t care for naked girls. “What if we get guy strippers?”

Nico sat up a little straighter, causing Jason to laugh. “Dude, don’t get too excited,” he joked.

Nico flipped him off. “Why would you do that?”

“Because it’s a joke. Male strippers and then the real thing. Besides, that way you can enjoy yourself a bit too.” Nico rolled his eyes. “What do you think?”

“I mean, you’re the planner.”

“He’s in,” Jason spoke for him. “If he wasn’t, he would’ve shut it down right away.”

“Awesome,” Leo said with a mischievous smile.

A week later, he was getting into his car to drive over to Leo’s house for Percy’s bachelor party. It had started simple enough, a few beers, all of Percy’s guy friends, chips and sports on T.V. Then Leo shut everything off and seated Percy in a single chair in the center of the living room. Nico decided to go to the back of the room, drinking his beer as he watched with amusement.

“Dude, I told you no strippers. Annabeth is going to be so pissed off if she finds out.”

“One, she won’t find out, two, if she does she’ll be mad at me, and three, she won’t be mad. Trust me.” Everyone kept the center clear for Percy as Leo opened the door. A small group of guys walked in and immediately, the partygoers burst into laughter and hoots.

Nico smiled to himself and shook his head as he turned away. He could hear Percy’s protestations as a sensual song reverberate through the room, and clothes began to be discarded. The others egged Percy on, and Nico assumed someone was dancing on him.

“Hey, what are you doing back here?” Jason asked when he noticed Nico. “I know this is for Percy, but since you’re the only gay guy here, I’m pretty sure we can get you a lap dance too.” Nico rolled his eyes and smiled.

“No, it’s alright.”

“Fine, but you should at least come see Percy’s face. It’s priceless.” Without waiting for his response, Jason pushed him toward the others until he could see Percy who was covering his face as a dancer straddled him. Nico laughed and whistled.

“Hey! There he is!” Leo announced. “Hey guys, that one over there is actually into guys, give him a treat too!”

The dancer on top of Percy turned and when he did, the blood drained from Nico’s face. He gasped so loud, he started choking on his spit. He was looking at the freckled face with blue eyes and blond hair that he’d greeted almost daily, only now, all he was wearing were very tight briefs and a bit of liner to accent his eyes.

Will recognized him too, of course, and he immediately got off of Percy and stumbled back. His coworkers started for him, but his eyes never left Nico.

“Nico?” Jason asked beside him. “What’s wrong?” Nico reached out blindly for the beer in Jason’s hand and he tipped it back, chugging greedily. “Dude,” he whined.

“I’ll be back,” he muttered. He rushed to the bathroom as the others got over the awkwardness and Leo let in the real strippers.

Will really didn’t seem the… sexual type. He was so innocent looking with his gentle smile and soothing soft voice and modest clothes. God…. All those months and Nico had never even had the suspicion of him being… a stripper.

He steadied his breaths and braced himself for returning to the party. He’d overheard Leo inviting the male strippers to stay and enjoy the party, but Nico wasn’t sure if they would or if they were allowed. He left the bathroom and started for the drinks again, suddenly wanting nothing more than to get so drunk he would forget what just happened.

As he did, someone in black sweats stood next to him. Nico knew who it was before he even spoke. “Hey, neighbor,” he greeted nervously.

Nico glanced at him and blushed. “Hey. You’re fully dressed.”

“Yep,” Will answered, blushing further, his freckles becoming more prominent. “God, this is awkward.”

“Yep,” Nico agreed, popping the ‘p.’ He took a breath and cleared his throat. “So…. Small world…. You’re a stripper?” He had to choke out the last word.

Will began to tug at the hair at the nape of his neck anxiously. His eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah,” he said softly. Nico realized the blush in his cheeks wasn’t du to embarrassment; it was due to shame.

Immediately, he searched for something to say to make it better. “It’s not bad,” he assured. “It just…. I didn’t expect to see my neighbor giving one of my best friends a lap dance.” He laughed awkwardly as Will managed a smile. He bit his lip an added, “I’ve kind of been wanting to find a way to talk to you…. I didn’t think it’ be like this but, hey. Talk about an ice breaker.”

Will burst into laughter and somehow it was even better than his smile. He rubbed his arm and shrugged. “Medical school is pretty expensive. This is the only job that works with my schedule, gives me few hours, and offers a huge pay. And I know the manager, so it won’t go on record.”

“Well, you’ve got the body. May as well flaunt it,” Nico told him with a smile. “Really, it’s fine.”

Will turned and leaned against the table. “So you said you’ve been wanting to talk to me, huh?” He smiled that smile that Nico had accustomed to seeing, and butterflies burst in Nico’s stomach.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

In For Life/Dean Winchester Fluff/Angst

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We are not all that Different Pt 3

Young Sirius Black x Slytherin reader

A/N:  This took toooooo long to write and I’m sooooooo SORRY!!!!!

Summary: You’ll just have to find out!!!


After Sirius and James had apologized the marauders felt slightly protective over y/n, especially Sirius.  They had even taken it to the extreme of making her stay in the Gryffindor common room over the holiday break.  To be fair the Slytherin common room was quite cold, considering the lake was frozen over, and she was the only one in Slytherin who stayed so it was a bit lonely at times, but y/n didn’t mind it.  She had the warm fire, blankets, cocoa, and the company of the mermaids.  Y/n was content, however the marauders were not.  The minute she got a sniffle they came rushing in, from who knows where, packed up her things, flicked off the mermaids, and practically carried her upstairs.  From then on they had grown even closer throughout the holidays and spent their free time, which just couldn’t be wasted; according to Sirius; getting to know each other.

  Currently, y/n is laying on the couch in the Gryffindor common room.  The boys would prefer she stay with them in their dormitory, but she felt that was taking it a bit far.  It was getting colder and y/n tried moving closer to the fire, she could only imagine how cold the Slytherin common room was right now.  A gust a wind blew against the window, startling her.  It may be cold, but we don’t have weather like this in the Slytherin common room, she thought.  The wind was so powerful it seemed like the window was going to burst right open, and it did just that.  Alarmed, she rushed towards the window with her wand, quickly closing it and muttering a locking spell.  She sighed and collapsed on the couch finally relaxing, until she heard her “rescuer” stomping down the stairs.

    “What the hell was that!” he shouted.

    “Window blew open,” she muttered into her pillow, swaddling herself in blankets.  “Don’t worry, I got it.”

    “Love, you’re freezing,” he sighed, “why don’t you just come up and sleep with us.  I’ll keep you warm.”

    “No,” she shivered, “I don’t want to intru-”

    “Nonsense,” he stated picking her in her cocoon of blankets up off of the couch.  She was too exhausted to care and let him carry her up the stairs and into their dormitory.  He laid her on his bed and she melted into the mattress.  She could smell his cologne mixed in with the sheets and instantly relaxed.  She heard the sound of shuffling around the room and peeled her eyes open to see Sirius making a makeshift bed on the floor.

    “What are you doing?” she asked.

    “Well I didn’t want to-”

    “Nonsense.”   She sat up and grabbed his bicep, pulling him up and off of the floor.  Y/n scooted over as he sat on the edge of the bed.  He lifted the quilt and nestled into the mattress, unconsciously draping an arm around her stomach.  She leaned back onto the bed and snuggled into his chest as their legs tangled together.  A sudden warmth came over her.  She had been so angry for the last five years at her family.  Neglecting her, trying to change her, mistreating her, comparing her, fearing her.  She should be angry because for the last five years she’s felt uncared for and abandoned because she was different, but for this one Christmas she had to thank them.  They’d given her the best present she’d ever received, someone who was here for her like they weren’t.  Someone who showed that they cared for her like they didn’t.  Someone who apologized like they won’t.

    “Y/n?” she hummed in response.  “Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow?”

    “We’re not allowed, Sirius,” she whispered.  “And don’t try to make me sneak through the woods or something idiotic like that.”

    “We won’t be sneaking through the woods, love,” he chuckled.  “I have a way.  So what do you say?”

    “Fine, but only because that rhythmed,” she blushed.



    The next morning they had awoken to catcalls and James lying on top of them stating that Sirius isn’t the only one that gets Y/n’s attention!  Besides that, the morning was normal.  Y/n was now sitting with the guys at breakfast and they chatted about the day’s plans.  Sirius turned to James whispering that he was going to need the map this evening, not explaining why.  James handed it to him underneath the table and quickly changed the topic of conversation to cover up the suspicious looks they were getting from y/n.

    “So y/n why were you in Pads bed this morning,” James smirked.

    “James-” Sirius warned.

    “It’s just a question.”

“Y/n was cold, there was a storm, and she felt safer in the boys dorms.”

“Yeah, but she could have come upstairs to any of our beds, but she chose yours,” Remus stated with a smirk.  “Why is that?”

They all turned to y/n who was smirking at Sirius.  “Well Sirius heard a little noise coming from the common room, ran downstairs, picked me up, carried me to the dorms, and put me in his bed.”

“It was not a little noise!” he justified, “and if you a had problem being in my bed you could have moved!”

“I was tired and cold,” she defended.  “By the time we were upstairs I was pretty much asleep again.”

“Alright, alright,” Sirius mumbled.

“We’re still on for Hogsmeade, right?” she asked hopefully.  Before Sirius could even answer the boys were jumping with questions.  Sirius just grabbed her and dragged her out of the dining hall while the boys continued catcalls.  He dragged her all the way to the statue of the old woman and opened her hunch nodding her to go inside.  She stepped into the dark tunnel and soon after he climbed down.

“I thought I told you not to make me do something stupid.”

“No you said ‘don’t try to make me sneak through the woods or something idiotic like that’,” he countered. “We are not sneaking through the woods nore is this idiotic.”  They strolled down the tunnel, Sirius lighting the way with his wand, and eventually came to a number of roots covering and opening.  Sirius knocked on them twice and they unwinded showing sunlight.  When Sirius lifted her out of the hole they were right outside the Shrieking Shack.  As y/n stared at it Sirius became nervous.  “Have you ever been in there?”

“You mean the Shrieking Shack?” Y/n asked, Sirius nodded. “Of course not I heard that it’s haunted.  Not even Lucious will go near that thing.”

    Sirius sighed, relieved that she wasn’t interested in the shack like most girls he’s seen.  Most girls were thrill takers and wanted the adventure of him and the shack, but y/n was different.  She wasn’t interested in the shack and didn’t need him.  She was fine on her own, but he wanted her. “Well Malfoy can stick it up his arse because there are no ghosts,” Sirius proclaimed, bitterly.

    “No ghosts!” Y/n gaped. “Tell that to Nearly Headless Nick.”

    “I mean in the shack!”

    “I don’t believe you.”  Sirius opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything y/n interrupted him.  “And before you make any type of theory about this I’m leaving so you don’t have a chance to test it out.”  She walked towards Hogsmeade and Sirius followed close behind.  When they’d arrived Sirius laced his hand with hers.  He didn’t want any odd, older men to make passes at her or ruin the little adventure she was having.  Some of the guys around here were creeps and he didn’t want anyone to make her uncomfortable so he held a stern look on his face to warn any drunk lowlife off.

    When they had made it to The Three Broomsticks Sirius had picked a table in the far corner of the bar to keep watch for any teachers walking into the bar.  After they had sat down and ordered Sirius had taken her hand and traced her knuckles with his thumb.  He sighed, finally being alone and at peace.  Y/n and Sirius sat in a relaxing, comfortable silence only enjoying each others company.  As Sirius held Y/n’s hand thought’s swarmed through her head.  Is this just a holiday thing?  Will he be done with her by spring?  Is she expendable?  Her anxiety took over as she stared at their intertwined hands.  Sirius took notice in the change of mood and shifted to look at her.

    “Is everything alright?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed.

    “Well… yeah.  Everything’s fine,” she lied.

    “Don’t do that with me, love,” he told her.  “You can tell me anything.”

    “Sirius, you could have any girl you want,” she stated.  “And I’m a slytherin.  I have family issues, and surely I’m not the prettiest one at Hogwarts.

    “I’m just me,” She continued “So are you interested in me or is this just a holiday   fling.”  He took her face in his hands and crashed their lips together, the taste of butterbeer surging through their lips.  He kissed her passionately while cradling her head in his large hands.  Then, he pulled away; much to her dismay; and leaned his forehead onto hers.

    “You are not a fling,” he told her.  “You’re special, and unique, and beautiful.  You are the only one I want.  Other girls can’t compare.”

Fic Recs: Fluff

Some of my faves:


1. Hold My Breath (zarah5) - It’s possible — possible — that his three-week ban from the football pitch makes Louis just a tad antsy. Surely it’s not so bad that it warrants punishment in the form of his friends signing him up for a yoga class? Either way, Louis is determined to hate every second of it.

He didn’t count on a yoga instructor who wears flower-patterned headscarves and smiles like summer won’t end.

2. Shine (togetherwecouldbealright) - Louis is an actor who needs to get away from the real world. He does the only thing that he can and runs away, finding himself in a small town where he happens upon Harry. What Louis doesn’t expect is to somehow fall in love and end up having to face what he was running from all along.

3. As You Are (zarah5) - Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It’s also against his contract.

4. Sing When You’re Winning (hazmesentir) - Harry’s a chronically underpaid magazine intern and Louis is the Premier League’s first gay footballer and pretty much the last thing they need is each other.

5. We’re Afire Love (soleilouis) - Harry and Louis are best friends. Harry has the whole “crush” thing under control, honestly. Until, of course, he moves in with Louis and his baby.

6. It’s Hard To Look Right At You, Baby (kenziexo) - Coffee Shop AU where Louis is going through a dry spell, Zayn wants to be a good friend and help Louis find someone, and Harry ends up finding him instead.

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