finger guns and brazen winks, loud noise and city lights, bouncing on the balls of your feet, shouting hello in the streets, bowling and planking and karaoke, teenage games like truth or dare, triple-texting and sugar highs, the trust that someone’s got your back, celebrating the small things,
witty banter for every occasion,
refusing to give up, laughing so much you walk into a wall. (requested by @pilferingapples)
Not a single tear, Sheels? Your wedding night was here (hey. my post, my headcanon!!), became “Mum” to Timothy, you brought baby Angela home here, watched her first steps, yadda yadda yadda and NOT A SINGLE TEAR???????
Patch, you are either way braver than Mr. Birdy or way, way dumber. Criticizing a woman in her second trimester is a very dangerous game.
from @nctudose on instagram - “Article: the full story of Taeyong’s scamming past
✔️He sold items online and sent bricks afterwards?
This was not the truth❗️
This is a screencaps of people who wanted to start a bad rumor against Taeyong.
“The important part is that he didn’t go on reflection. People sent him money and he sent them bricks. He was an iljin that was famous at school and he was known to harass people on a daily basis.”
✔️The most famous story was how he sent bricks instead of the figurines. In the first scandal, after shipping the goods out, the purchaser expressed his/her discontentment and asked Taeyong or a refund (which he repaid) so it wasn’t a scam. He never sent out any bricks.
Aside from these stories, there were also people saying how he sent empty boxes and that he took the money and disappeared. But again, there was only friction between the purchaser and Taeyong. Taeyong said that he would meet the purchaser at another time at Sindorim to give him/her the missing parts. It wasn’t a scam.The only true story was that Taeyong sent defective Gundam toys but people only paid him a small amount. The other two stories (the brick one and him running away with the money) were made up by people cherry picking facts from his Gundam scandal.
After his scamming scandal spread out, SM made him apologize and wrote an article about it. He then went on reflection.
✔️Taeyong sent a note to the victim filled with swear words
This was not sent to the victim❗️
The notes containing profanity is a separate case from the ones seen above. These are notes that one of the café member sent to Taeyong. Basically, they were both kinda insulting each other and had an online quarrel. But people who said that Taeyong sent these notes to the one that received bricks which was false.
✔️He has been blacklisted because of his scams so he made several IDs
This was not the truth❗️
Even if Taeyong had 4 different IDs (hssarang98, julyfirst1, i55052 & 1021kms), it wasn’t true that it was because of his scam and he wasn’t blacklisted. The reason he made 4 different IDs was because 2 of the IDs were related to him sending profanity notes and that one of his account’s business was halted. ”
I found this on instagram. I hope this clears something up
Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, cute-ass Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.
It starts out a bit dark, but I promise, it’s all sweetness after. I thought everyone could use a little sweet, caring, cute and a little snarky Bucky after today. I hope you’re all doing okay, and I hope this maybe helps getting your minds off pressing matters, even if it’s just for a few minutes. Love you guys, stay strong.
Summary: when a woman is found at an abandoned Hydra base, more dead than alive, Bucky takes it upon himself to help her in any and every way he can. He doesn’t have much of a choice, being the first to approach her without the intention of hurting her in a long time, she doesn’t trust anyone around but him.
“Steve, seriously. I don’t need a babysitter”
“I’m not babysitting you, Buck”
“Then why are you still on my damn ass when you could be on the other side of this fuckin’ warehouse, and thus, making this go a hell of a lot faster?”
Steve can be such a damn mom sometimes., thinking I can’t do a fucking sweep on my own.
“You know, sometimes you make me think that you just like lookin’ at my ass, Rogers”
“I’d like to be lookin’ at your ass when I kick it” Steve muttered under his breath, as if I couldn’t hear it.
Y'know what? I miss the batjokes fandom before the new Lego shippers came along. I miss it so fucking much. There was less (maybe even non-existent) drama and we all respected each other and the versions of batjokes we ship/don’t ship. I go through the tags for the first time in 3 weeks and it’s nothin’ new shippers thinking they’re “morally superior” just because they ship lego!batjokes. Newsflash: if it wasn’t for the 77-year COMIC BOOK history between J and Bats, y'all wouldn’t be shipping the two bricks in the first place.. It literally costs $0.00 to stay in your own lane and accept the fact the we, the comic/pre-lego! batjokes shippers, were here first.
Ian Murray was always on time. He had the same routine every single morning since he was ten:
4:45 AM: Hit snooze.
4:47 AM: Hit snooze again.
4:50 AM: Turn the alarm off, due to yells of frustration from his mother in the other room.
5:00 AM: Shower, quickly.
5:15 AM: Change, brush teeth, and hope to God that he didn’t put his shirt on inside out.
5:20 AM: Head down the stairs, helmet in hand. Grabs a banana from the basket of fruit on the table.
5:25 AM: Run into his Uncle Jamie in the study, of whom informs his nephew that his shirt is, indeed, inside out. Again.
5:26 AM: Turning his shirt the right way, he thanks his uncle and heads for his bike.
Everything after this is subject to change.
Between 5:30 AM and 5:45 AM: Ian Murray turns the corner from his home to the shop where the newspapers are printed. Geordie, the printer, hands him the bag of twine-tied papers.
“Don’t do nothin’ stupid, mind,” He tells the young lad, every single day. “These papers here be expensive.”
“Of course, Mr. Geordie, sir,” Came young Ian’s reply.
Between 6:00 AM and 6:45 AM: You can find him riding his bright orange bike around the neighborhoods and subdivisions of Boone, N.C., delivering papers to those on the street. He passes a few dog-walkers here-and-there, a couple of kids getting into their cars for school. Some old men watering their plants or wives kissing their husbands as they headed for work. On the rare occasion he’d find a smiling face, he would smile back. Sometimes he’d even be offered a to-go cup of coffee or a muffin or a bottle of water. He always loved those people–the ones who didn’t see him as invisible.
7:00 AM: He heads for the subdivision called Simon’s Landing–the nicer of most of the subdivisions he has the pleasure of riding through–and delivers his papers to all of the houses.
7:30 AM: Ian, sure all his papers had been delivered, heads back for home, a 45-minute ride from his current location.
It’s here that our story changes, on the dawn of the twentieth of December 1982.
Arthur is a porcelain figurine who’s life is dedicated to sitting on a shelf, whether he likes it or not. Alfred is an action figure who gives him a hard time about being fragile. But, the opportunity for Arthur to prove himself useful might arrive sooner than expected. Usuk. Toy Story au, sort of. It doesn’t really follow the plot after the beginning. //
Being a figurine wasn’t so bad, but Arthur did hate being fragile. A shame he came with a body of milky white porcelain, with a hand painted face consisting of soft green eyes, rosy cheeks and red lips. His painter had messed up on the eyebrows, however, and had made them dreadfully thick. There was a glued wig of feathery yellow hair on his head, and he was dressed in a dainty blue suit. Arthur had a white bow at his neck, and ruffles on his coattails and sleeves. His figurine came with a lacy parasol as well, which he held over his matching figure, an equally delicate lady in a cream colored dress.
They were part of the ‘timeless’ Arthur and Alice collection. Each set came with one Arthur, and one Alice. They were dressed and designed for various situations. How unfortunate, Arthur thought, that he should be part of the Gentleman set, instead of the Pirate or Wizard variation. At least then he could be in a striking red coat with an eyepatch and hat, or flowing black robes that went to his ankles.
Generally, the Arthur and Alice collection were adored mostly by older women. These women found them charming, and would put them in a glass case or on a shelf to be admired. Which is why both Arthur and Alice were surprised when their box was taken off the shelf by a young man.
Arthur heard the man who’d selected them ask about the pirate set. The storekeeper shook his head. Arthur knew the store had been out of both the pirates and the wizards for nearly a week now. The man sighed and shook his head, looking at the box for a moment.
Please, he begged to whatever spirit might watch over toys and figurines. Don’t let him notice the eyebrows. People usually put his box back once they noticed his little design flaw. But, perhaps there was someone listening, because the man set Arthur’s box down on the checkout counter. He got his wallet, purchasing Arthur and his pair.
Once they were placed inside the plastic bag, Arthur looked over at Alice, who smiled at him. She seemed ecstatic. He smiled back at her, and took his pose once more, excited to stand on a shelf and be admired.
That was not what happened. Arthur and Alice glanced at each other as the man picked them up again, and took them out of the car. They looked up at the charming, two story brick house. The trim and shutters were white, and there was a stone path leading up to the door, which was also white. The man crossed the threshold, carrying the two figurines with him. There were decorations around the home. Things like streamers and balloons, and a banner which read “Happy Birthday, Peter!”
It had been a few hours since Scott left you alone after having his ‘fun’ with you. He let you stay in the living room while he cleaned the bed sheets. You changed from a shirt and shorts to Scott’s shirt and a pair of his boxers. You were shaking and your face was still red and wet with tears. You felt violated and very very uncomfortable. You wanted to erase the last few hours from your memory but you knew they were not going away. Once you get out of here, you’re going to schedule yourself some therapy to get over this traumatic event.
If you get out of here alive.
You heard the soft rumble of the dryer stop and your heart start beating out of your chest as footsteps padded through the room. Scott appeared in the corner of your eye. He was still shirtless but wearing flannel pajama pants and socks. His hair was slicked back since he had taken a shower earlier and his glasses were on the bedside table in his room. He was holding a white laundry basket with what you assumed was the now clean black and white bed sheets. You didn’t look at him but you felt him staring. You kept your head down and your eyes on your feet.
“I need to go to class today,” Scott said as he sat down on the couch next to you. He draped an arm over your shoulders, forcing you to hold back a flinch. “This means you’re going to be here all alone until I come home.”
“Y-You’re not going to chain me to the bedframe, like in the movies, are you?” You whimpered.
Scott chuckled. “No,” He said. “I trust you will behave while I’m gone.”
You sighed through your nose as he stood up and tilted your chin up to meet his eyes. He smiled so warmly, but you knew nothing but insanity and horror lived within those heart-melting green eyes. It was clear to you that Scott was a manipulative individual who only cared about himself and getting what he wants. He didn’t stop at anything if it came in between him and his goal.
He made that loud and clear to you when he took your innocence with no second thought.
“I’m going to go get ready.” Scott murmured before stealing a kiss from your bruised lips. “There are some pancakes for you in the kitchen. Try to eat something, okay?”
You simply nodded as he walked off to the bedroom and closing the door behind him.
You immediately rushed over to the staircase and quickly padded down to the ground floor. You strode over to the front door. You examined it and, to your relief, there were only two locks; both just needing to be turned to unlock. You noticed your shoes standing neatly next to the door and quickly slipped them on. You listened closely and heard the distant sound of the upstairs’ bathroom sink running before you unlocked the door and bolted out into the January morning.
The sun was barely over the horizon as you ran down the sidewalk to the house next door. You rang the doorbell and pounded on the door with all your might. You took a step back when you heard footsteps from inside and the door swung open, revealing an older woman, about sixty years of age, with her gray hair still in curlers and wearing a fuzzy bathrobe and slippers. She had a steaming mug of tea in her calloused hands.
“Why, good morning, my dear.” She greeted sweetly like any loving grandmother would. “What brings you here so early?”
You were shaking uncontrollably and you could work your voice. You were just so happy someone was next door and possibly could help you get back home to Lin. You just needed to get out of that hell house.
“M-My name is (Y/N).” You croaked out. “A-And I need-”
“(Y/N) (L/N)?” Another woman’s voice asked from inside the home.
You glanced past the old woman and saw a much younger woman, possibly her daughter, with curly red hair, still in her pajamas. She strolled up to you and looked you dead in the eye, making you shrink under her stare. The young woman’s eyes widened in realization and pulled you inside the house, closing the door behind you. Both women guided you into the living room and the older woman sat down next to you while her daughter rushed into the kitchen. The daughter returned with a phone.
“I must make sure you are truly (Y/N) (L/N) before I call the police.” The daughter said. “Were you kidnapped?”
“Did you get taken two days ago?”
Your eyes widened. “I-It’s been two days?” You whispered.
The daughter nodded. “Do you know the name of your kidnapper?”
“S-Scott Wilson. He lives right next door.”
The mother lets out a surprised sound. “He seemed like such a good boy! He helps Gwendolyn here all the time with household chores.”
Gwendolyn shook her head. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I knew something was wrong with that boy but I never knew he’d do something like this. Is there anyone you can call to come get you before I call the police?”
You were about to speak when there was a loud knocking coming from the front door. Gwendolyn’s mother stood up and walked over calmly to the door. She opened the door and held the same calm face she had when you were at the door.
“Ah, Scott. What a nice surprise.” The mother greeted the visitor with a soft smile.
You felt like you were going to vomit. Gwendolyn pulled you over into the kitchen and handed you the phone. You immediately dialed and held the phone up to your ear and waited for it to be picked up.
You heard a click.
“This is Lin.” A familiar voice greeted.
“I-It’s quiet outside of town, Lin.” You murmured.
The line went silent before you heard a sound of surprise.
“(Y/N)?” Lin asked frantically. “Are you okay? Mija, where are you?”
You recited the question to Gwendolyn, who told you the street address. You echoed the address to Lin.
“That’s only twenty minutes away. I’m on my way. Where’s Scott?”
“At the door. I ran out of his house and sought refuge next door. These two women recognized me and they’re going to call the police as soon as I hang up.”
You heard Lin sigh in what you believed was relief. “Thank God.”
“I’ll see you in a while, yeah?”
Lin choked back a sob and chuckled weakly. “Y-Yeah. You will. See you later, Mija.”
“See you soon.”
7:32 AM (30 minutes later) ~~
Lin pulled up to the brick two-story house and threw himself out of the car, racing up to the front door and knocking loudly. The door swung open moments later and a redheaded young woman greeted him.
“Are you Lin?” She asked.
“Yes, I am,” Lin answered. “Where’s (Y/N)?”
Gwendolyn took a step to the side and Lin stepped in, scanning the room before his eyes landed on you. He raced over to you and swept you up in his arms, holding you close. He started crying like he did in the car on his way there. You started sobbing softly, burying your face in his jacket, grabbing fists full of the soft material. Your knees went weak and you both were kneeling on the floor, not letting go of each other.
The police showed up a few minutes later. They found Scott locked in the bathroom upstairs. He tried to fight against the officers, but he was tasered and handcuffed, carried to a squad car and strapped into the backseat. You gave your statement to an officer and a search team went into Scott’s house and retrieved the black duffle bag with your clothes. You thanked the women for helping you and then followed Lin to his car.
You two sat in the car in silence, watching the squad cars pull out and drive down to street until they disappeared. You let realization sink in and sat back into the seat.
This nightmare was over.
Scott was gone.
Everything was okay.
Lin turned his attention to you. “Did he…” He gulped. “Did he do anything to you?”
You froze up. You averted your eyes from Lin and nodded.
Lin turned the car on and gripped the steering wheel tightly. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).”
You shook your head. “It’s not your fault.” You murmured. “I didn’t know he was insane.”
“Well,” Lin took a deep breath as he pulled away from the house. “Your mom thinks otherwise.”
You looked up at Lin with wide eyes. “My mom’s back in New York?”
Lin nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. “She’s not happy with me right now.”
You frowned. “Why? Because you saved me from my abusive father?”
Lin shook his head.
“Because I got really sick under a circumstance that you weren’t a part of?”
He shook his head again.
Lin stopped at a stoplight and looked at you, his eyes glassy and filled with tears. You froze a look of confusion and shock on your face.
“She’s taking you to Germany.” He stated. “You’re leaving as soon as possible.”
9:12 AM (Two Hours Later) ~~
“Where is my baby?!”
You flinched at the sound of your mother’s voice as she entered the police department. You had your head resting on Lin’s shoulder, his arm draped over yours. You had to process through a lot of paperwork and take part in a lie detector test, which you passed of course. Now, you were to be transferred to your mother’s care as soon as possible.
You didn’t want that at all.
For your whole life, you believed that your mother would keep you safe. She would whisk you away from New York City and raise you happily and lovingly in Albany. You would be a happy girl and marry your prince charming and live happily ever after.
But then you met Lin.
Lin was a wonderful human being.
He took you in and nursed you back to health. He fought beside you against your father and even bought you gifts for your sixteenth birthday while your mom was off on a trip to the Caribbean. He basically became your new father. And you were very happy in Lin’s care. You didn’t want to leave. All your friends were in NYC. You were going to take up more activities here. You were going to take up therapy to help get through your PTSD.
But now, your mom wanted to take you far away from that.
And you hated that.
Your mother strolled over to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from Lin.
“Keep your hands off my baby!” She hissed. “I don’t need you soiling my child anymore.”
“Mom, stop it.” You shot back at her, causing her to look at you in shock. “It’s not Lin’s fault.”
“Oh, of course, it is, (Y/N)!” Silvia exclaimed, getting the attention of the officers and secretaries around you. “I know, you are naive and stupid to realize that all men are just pigs but-”
“You’re wrong!” You yelled, silencing your mother. “Lin-Manuel Miranda is anything but a pig! He is a loving, caring individual. He took me in and fought alongside me against my abusive father. He nursed me back to health and bought me birthday presents while you were off whoring with Caribbean men! Lin is more of a parent to me then you’ll ever be!”
The room went silent. Your mother stared at you blankly while you took steps back and stopped when you felt Lin’s hand take yours.
“I want to be adopted by Lin.” You stated simply. You then turned to Lin. “If that’s okay with you.” You added.
Lin smiled. “Of course.” He said.
Your mother cleared her throat and calmly readjusted her apparel before looking at you blankly.
“If that’s what you want (Y/N), then so be it.” She said before she calmly walked out of the building, not looking back.
You watched her leave and then turned to Lin. He was smiling at you, his eyes showing warmth and pure happiness. You mirrored his smile instantly. Your dreams were coming true. You were going to be in a loving and safe household. You were going to stay in New York City with your friends and family. You were going to get the help you needed. Everything was going to be alright.