way too many feelings right now

RIGHT SO I JUST FINISHED REWATCHING TANGLED, AND

I just got hit by this realization.

Eugene is telling this as a bedtime story to their kids.

Like, all I could imagine is this adorable little brown haired kid with green eyes sitting in bed watching as he makes this really dramatic face, and begins

“This is the story of how I died!”

and they look a little scared, so he quickly goes

“Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel and it starts with the sun.”

And they both look at Rapunzel real quick because, hey, Mom’s in the story, great!

And by the end they’re both teasing each other and making sappy faces and the kid’s giggling and half asleep and

“There you go, kiddo. That’s the story of how we met. Sweet dreams, sunshine. Tomorrow night we’re gonna tell you the story of how your Aunt Elsa froze her entire fucking country because of her emotional issues.”

EUGENE!”

WHAT?”

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

Some of you had questions about bi- or pansexuality, so here’s a quick FAQ! 

“What’s the difference between bi and pan?” 

Bi means “attracted to two or more genders”. 

Pan means “attracted to all genders or regardless of gender”. 

“Those definitions are a bit confusing to me!”

That’s okay, there’s nothing embarrassing about asking for clarification! 

I’ll use some examples to explain them further: 

Bianca is attracted to men and women. She identifies as bi. 

Billy is attracted to men and nonbinary people. He identifies as bi, too. 

Polly is attracted to people of any gender - except for men. She could identify as poly (attracted to multiple genders) or as bi (two or more genders!).  

Penelope really doesn’t care about gender. She’s attracted to people, not specific genders - Penelope is pan. 

Pete is attracted to girls. And boys. And agender people. And nonbinary people. And.. Oh, they are attracted to every gender. They are pan! 

“Isn’t bi only for people who like girls and boys?”

Back when people weren’t really aware that nonbinary genders exist/that gender is a spectrum and not just two set categories, bisexuality was often defined as “attracted to girls and boys”. But nowadays we, as a community, are aware that gender and attraction is not as black and white as people used to believed and so the definition of bisexuality got broader to be more inclusive.

That’s why we now define bisexuality as “attracted to two or more genders”. Those genders can be binary or nonbinary! 

Long story short, bi can mean “I like girls and boys” but that’s not the only possible meaning. Remember: Labels are made for people, not the other way around. 

“I’m dating a nonbinary person, does that mean i have to identify as pan?” 

No. People can date nonbinary people and identify with any label. 

“Technically i fit the definition of pan but i feel more comfortable with the label bi. Is that okay?” 

Yes! Your label is yours and only you can decide which label is the right one for you. 

Many people feel this way because they used the label bi before they learned what pan means and now are already out as bi or already feel so comfortable with the label bi that they don’t feel the need to correct it. That’s fully okay! 

Other people prefer bi because the term pan is less commonly known and they prefer to not have to explain their label over and over again. That’s okay, too! 

“Can i be bi/pan and asexual at the same time?” and “I met someone who identifies as bi/pan and asexual! Is that even possible?”  

Yes. Some people are romantically attracted to two, more or all genders but feel no sexual attraction. That’s not a contradiction! 

A term to describe that is “biromantic asexual”/”panromantic asexual”. However, some people prefer to just say “bi asexual” or “pan asexual”.  

Some people also experience fluidity in their level of attraction and might sometimes feel no sexual attraction and at other times feel attraction to two, more or all genders. That’s another possible explanation why someone might identify as bi/pan and asexual. 

“Someone told me pan people are also attracted to animals and now i feel gross for using the term.” 

That’s just something people say to insult lgbt+ people or to paint them as evil. Neither gay, bi nor pan people are attracted to animals. 

“Attracted to all genders” (obviously) means “attracted to humans of all genders.”. Don’t let any lgbt+-phobes run a perfectly harmless label for you, my dear. 

“I’m bi/pan and currently in a girl/boy relationship, am i still lgbt+?”

Yes! People who identify as bi or pan are part of the lgbt+ community, no matter who they date. You don’t need to be in a same-sex relationship to be allowed to identify as lgbt+. 

You are not “betraying” or “invading” the lgbt+ community. I know you’ll sadly encounter people who say such mean things but they are wrong. Your idenity is valid regardless of your relationship status or dating history. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

A short note to anyone that might be going through a tough time right now:

I guess this is just a short open letter, or note (really), to say that you aren’t alone. That even if it feels that way right now, out there, someone cares about you: even if you can’t see them, or hear them, or feel them, right now there is someone in the world that cares that you exist, and that you are alive, happy and well. 

Even if you haven’t met them yet, even if you never will meet them, they care that you are okay, that you see many more sunrises and that you stop feeling the hurt that is in your heart.

And if the prospect of not knowing who that person is too abstract or too far away from you right now then I tell you this: I care, I care that you exist, and that you are happy and well. I care that you are able to be yourself and that you don’t need to live your life in fear. I care that you hold on until tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that, and the tomorrow after that. 

When I’m in my worst places sometimes it’s knowing that there is one person out there that might want or believe that I can keep going that makes all the difference.

Maybe other people will reblog this and you’ll know that there is more than one person that feels this way about you. Maybe no-one else will see this or will reblog this but you. I hope my words are enough, at least until your night is over and you can finally see the sun.

I see you and I love you, and I hope you are okay. 

Soft touches

(A/N): I LOVED THIS REQUEST SO MUCH AND I’VE BEEN DYING TO WRITE IT

Request: Hi! Bucky x reader where Bucky has to be touching reader all the time somehow? not dirty but just holding hands or his hand resting on her knee or something because he loves how soft her skin is and he counts her freckles when he’s anxious? or after a nightmare? hehe, something with those in there! I trust you with it. thank you!!

Warnings: perhaps some swearing??

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms


Originally posted by itsawkwardfangirl

   Bucky mindlessly reached over to (Y/N)’s hand, intertwining their fingers as he kept his eyes glued to Steve, who at the moment was trying to tell the team of Avengers about their upcoming mission. Without a word (Y/N) gently squeezes his hand, smiling softly when they noticed Bucky’s lips quirk up just a bit. 

   Bucky had a little habit of touching (Y/N) 24/7, literally 24/7. It didn’t matter if the team was in the middle of a press conference or on their way to a mission, if Bucky could even touch (Y/N) a bit he would. It could be the simple hand holding, perhaps an arm around their waist, a hand on their knee, more often than not something sweet and intimate and yet simple. 

   Bucky honestly couldn’t pinpoint why he needed to be touching (Y/N) all the time, it was almost like a physical need of his. If he couldn’t touch (Y/N) at least a bit most of the time he’d be thrown into a full blown panic attack, his heart would race, his breathing would shorten considerably, and he could barely even form a singular thought when he was like that. Thankfully (Y/N) was always there to calm Bucky down when he was like that, holding him closely until he was fine once again. 

   They had discovered this little problem when (Y/N) went on a rather rouge mission without telling Bucky. It was impromptu with Nat having only called (Y/N) in ten minutes before they were supposed to leave. (Y/N) of course accepted the mission, thinking that since Nat had described it as a rather easy mission that it would only take a couple of hours and since Bucky was on some new sleeping meds he should’ve slept through the night, oh how wrong (Y/N) was. But they didn’t know at the time that the mission would last a good few hours rather than the stated couple of hours and that Bucky’s medicine would stop working halfway through the night. So with a rather oblivious mindset (Y/N) set off, not even thinking of the consequence of their actions. 

    It only took an hour for Bucky to wake up, groggily reaching out to hold (Y/N) like he did whenever he could but when he was met with only cold sheets he jolted upright, his eyes already scanning around frantically for (Y/N) but they were nowhere in sight. Immediately his dread set in and he all but ripped the sheets from his body as he jumped up, throwing open the door to his room to look out into the hall, hoping (Y/N) had just gotten up to get a snack. But yet again Bucky was met only with the sheer dark of the tower, everyone else nestled soundly in their beds while he was up searching for a recently missing (Y/N). 

   “(Y/N)?” Bucky whispered to the dark, taking a hesitant step out into the hall. “(Y/N) are you here?” But there was no reply. Bucky gulped as he flicked the lights to his floor on, his heart damn near beating out of his chest when he found it empty. 

   Bucky’s first instinct was to panic, curl up on the floor and hyperventilate, while his other instinct was to try to figure this out logically rather than panic. Alas his first instinct one and he began to panic, his heart racing as he sunk to the floor in a puddle of worry. And there he would stay for a few hours until Steve, very concerned over the fact that Bucky hadn’t shown up for training would walk in and find his best friend nearly crying on the floor. 

   “Oh my god Bucky,”  Steve had muttered as he rushed to Bucky’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder lightly. “What happened Buck? What’s going on-” 

   “Hey Bucky, sorry I’ve been gone, Nat called me in for a mission and-” (Y/N) stoped as the door to the elevators close behind them and as their eyes land on the scene unfolding. “Oh my god,” (Y/N) rushed to the men’s side, dropping to the floor beside the two. “What happened to him?” 

   “I don’t know, I just walked in here and I found him on the floor and then you walked in,” 

   “Shit,” (Y/N) muttered as they put a hand on Bucky’s arm, lightly shaking him. “Buck, Bucky, can you look at me?” (Y/N) whispered, hoping their soft tone would spur Bucky on enough to get him to look at them. Slowly, Bucky unfurled from himself and just as he had completely uncurled he was curling up once again, this time against (Y/N). He clung to them for dear life as he nuzzled his scruffy face into the crook of their neck, whimpering softly. 

   “Don’t do that,” Bucky had whispered between his heartbreaking little noises, “Ever again,” (Y/N) shared a look of confusion with Steve as they held Bucky tightly, one hand wrapped around his body while the other rested above his shoulders, their hand gently running through his strands of hair. 

   “What? Go on missions-” 

   “Don’t leave me…please,”


   Since that moment (Y/N) had made sure to always be Bucky’s side, or at least when it was convenient and even if it wasn’t the two would find a way to make it work. 


   It had been an unexpectedly long mission, just like the one that had started all of this touchy feely business. The Avengers had taken an undercover mission, thinking that it would only take a few hours tops but it was seeming to stretch on for quite some time, nearly a whole day to be exact. The team was tired and hungry and most definitely grouchy and on edge, including Bucky too. Not only all that but they were also sleeping out in the forest, in the open for anyone to find them, and it was cold, freezing to be exact.

    The team was all hunkered by their own respectable tree, curling in on themselves in an attempt to warm up. Bucky on the other hand was curled up beside (Y/N), smiling sleepily at them as they happily ran a hand through their hair. Without a single word Bucky lifts a hand to (Y/N)’s face, his pointer finger running along (Y/N)’s nose and cheeks softly. (Y/N) had discovered this was something Bucky did whenever he was anxious or nervous, somehow counting their freckles was always able to calm him down. 

   “You’re never going to count them all,” (Y/N) had whispered sleepily as they cracked one eye open to look at Bucky. “There’s too many,” Bucky merely smiled as he continued to mouth the number he was on, his finger gently tracing along (Y/N)’s skin as he did. 

   “I’m up to 45 right now,” He whispers, his eyes dropping with exhaustion. (Y/N) could only smile as they pressed a sleepy kiss to Bucky’s forehead, allowing their eye to close once again. 

   “Well, tell me when you reach 100,” (Y/N) muttered, allowing the feeling of Bucky’s soft touches to lull them to sleep. 

   Bucky had smile as (Y/N) finally drifted to sleep. He watched the way their chest evened out into a steady rise and fall, the way their lips parted slightly while they slept, how their breath would hit his hand when he’d drag it across their nose. He continued with his little counting game, lightly drifting his finger across (Y/N)’s skin with each freckle he counted. True to his word Bucky finished counting them all, smiling sleepily yet victoriously. 

   “100,” Bucky whispered in (Y/N)’s ear, quietly enough that it wouldn’t wake them. 


    No one even questioned the touches know, in the beginning perhaps they did. After all, it was a bit strange to see the deadliest assassin in history curled up on (Y/N)’s lap, more than content to just nuzzle and burrow against them like some cat of sorts. And while it had been a strange sight at first the Avengers were more than used to it now, in fact it was now strange if (Y/N) was seen without Bucky clinging to them in some kind of way. That’s why Steve didn’t even question it when out of the corner of his eye he saw Bucky reach over and take (Y/N)’s hand. Rather than comment on the unnecessary pda he let it happen, even smiling a bit himself when he saw the way Bucky’s lips quirked up at the small amount of contact. 

-INTERMISSION: The Eyes Which Overlook Hesitation-

A single throne in front of a large window overlooks the city. Behind the single, yet imposing seat, a holographic screen materialized, revealing a six-petaled flower head AI with a rather annoyed expression.

Flowey: Great. Just great! We lost two of our better soldiers to the stupid ERG, Muffet failed, that other human’s still alive SOMEHOW, and furthermore, you can’t even RESET now!

???: Nothing we can really do about that, dear Flowey. Muffet knows what would happen if she fails again, and overall, it’s not even that big of a loss. I will say that I knew I should’ve taken the cutting route, but I didn’t want to ruin the new shirt with their blood.

It seemed like the one sitting on the chair didn’t seemed that fazed. In fact, it almost seemed like they were…not even concerned about the matter at hand, especially given the blatant sarcasm at the end. Flowey’s expression transitioned from annoyed to worried.

Flowey: Chara! This is SERIOUS! It may not be that way right now, but what about LATER?

Chara chuckles, with a faint smile on their face.

Chara: I wouldn’t worry too much about that, Flowey. This would be an interesting duel between two determined souls. But for right now….

We’ll just have to see what happens NEXT.

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SuperCorp Headcanon

I have too many other fics Im working on right now to really write this but:
. Real talk, Kara must feel so alone and isolated right now.
. With all this shit between finding out James is Gaurdian, Winn keeping secrets, and Mon-El’s manipulative behavior she must feel kind of betrayed
. Shes THRILLED for Alex but also really missing the more frequent one on one sister nights
. And theres only so much ice cream you can eat by yourself
. So she reaches out to Lena
. Lena’s basically felt this way her ENTIRE life so shes really good at making Kara feel better
. Then they get “closer”
. Suddenly its Valentines day and Lena does this huge gesture to show Kara how much she cares about her
. But only “in a friend way” because she will actually die if Kara rejects her
. Kara sees right through her
. Shes scared at first, but without realizing it, she fell in love with Lena Luthor, her beautiful best friend
. After a ridiculous amount of potstickers and contemplation Kara decides she just has to lay it all on the line
. So she shows up on Lena’s balcony (in the rain for effect)
. Rambling on about how she feels terrible she didnt get Lena anything for Valentines day until Lena interrupts “so whats my present?!”
. And Kara just sticks a big ass bow on her head with this stupid goofy grin on her face
. “Me, silly”
. Then they kiss on the balcony in the pouring rain and fly off into the sunset to live happily ever after.

Just Try || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by dear0901


Word Count: 2.7k

Genre: Angst/Fluff


“Don’t bother coming back if you’re going to act like a bitch.”

“Fine, then you can consider us over.”

“Thank god.”

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me Y/N. Thank. God.”

“Whatever Taehyung.”

The words rung out in your head and you could barely think straight. Every little thing he said was left at the back of your head and you couldn’t stand the pain that was flowing through your chest. You wanted it all to just disappear, but unluckily that wouldn’t happen to you. No matter how hard you tried. The sky was clear and kids were playing and it just seemed unfair that everyone got to be happy while you were suffering.

As much as you didn’t want to, you found yourself walking towards your best friends house. You knew he was busy tonight and it would be rude of you to go over there, but in this moment the only thing you wanted to do was see him and hug him. After that you would leave without a second thought. There was something about Jungkook’s hugs that just made everything better.

So here you were, walking up the driveway to his house, and knocking on the front door. There was music playing inside and you were just about to pull out your phone to text him to let you in before the door opened. He stood in a pair of black jeans and a button down top. It was fancier than his casual dress and it confused you to see him in something like this.

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a couple people i follow here that write or make art seem to be feeling a little under the weather, mentally or physically. i feel that pretty deeply right now, so i wanted to make something a little lowkey with two skeletons i particularly enjoy and know that some of those people do as well.

ah, full view definitely looks best on this one, by the way.

(if you think this is about you, it probably is, haha. i don’t have terribly many followers and love each and every one that i do. <3)

The “I Love You” Make Out We All Deserve

She tells her she wants to have all those firsts.

All those firsts, and so many more.

All those firsts, and firsts they haven’t even thought of yet.

Because they’ve had their first fight, and they’re had their first tickle war, and they’ve had their first rogue mission together, and they’ve had their first time having Winn walk in on them.

They’ve had their first date and they’ve had their first dance and they’ve had their first cuddle and they’ve had their first sleepover and they’ve had their first time kissing the night through and they’ve had their first time making love the night through.

They’ve had their first Valentine’s Day, and Maggie has no idea in all the world while Alex would want to name a dog Gertrude, but they’ll do it, they’ll do it, they’ll do it, because Alex is perfect and Alex is alive, alive, alive, and they’ll have their first dog because she’s here and she’s in Maggie’s arms and she’s sitting up and she’s telling her she wants to have all those firsts, all the firsts, and then she’s steadying herself, and they can’t stop glancing at each other’s lips, and Maggie thinks her heart might burst right through her chest because Alex Danvers never wants to stop having firsts with her, and then she’s taking a breath – a breath because she’s alive, alive, alive – and then she’s smoothing Maggie’s hair behind her ear.

“I love you, Maggie Sawyer,” she’s whispering, and something explodes in Maggie’s core, because this woman, this woman, god, this woman, this woman who’s survived hell, who held on, held on, held on, this woman who’s looking at her with a tenderness no one has ever looked at her, this woman whose voice is still hoarse from nearly drowning but from surviving, surviving, surviving, this woman whose touch to her skin resonates through her entire soul, this woman whose lips are going to save her life.

This woman loves her, loves her, loves her.

And god, god, god, she loves her back.

“I love you, Alex Danvers.”

“Yeah?” Alex asks, because of course Alex asks, and there’s no pause, no hesitation, no breath, before Maggie’s voice squeaks and she confirms.

“Yeah.” Of course, yeah. Always.

Always.

Always.

A lifetime of firsts.

They inhale as one being and Alex forgets to be scared of losing her breath again, because her hands are framing Maggie’s face, and Maggie’s hands are framing hers, and that is all she needs to keep her safe, keep her dry, keep her breathing.

Keep her loved, loved, loved.

They part quickly, because Alex is going to sob.

They part quickly, because Maggie’s forgotten how to breathe.

They part quickly, because neither of them have ever felt this much.

They still grasp at each other’s faces, still grasp for each other’s closeness, and they rest their foreheads together, eyes closed, shared breath, shared pulse, shared life, shared love.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” Alex whispers again, again, again, and Maggie laughs, and Maggie does the same, because they have lost time to make up for, and they have the rest of their lives to do it, but god, it’s so nice to start right now.

She feels Alex’s eyes on her lips before she lifts her forehead to see them, and her eyes drift down, too, because she loves her, god, she loves her, and she can never get close enough to her, ever, ever, ever.

But god in heaven, she can try.

They fall back into each other’s lips, into each other’s breath, into each other’s blood, and when Alex’s lips part, Maggie doesn’t hesitate.

Doesn’t hesitate because she’s spent too much of her life hesitating.

She slips her tongue into Alex’s mouth, and Alex moans softly and pulls her closer, closer, closer, shifting so Maggie can have more access, so her own tongue can flit across Maggie’s lips, because Maggie is warm and Maggie is soft and Maggie is here, here, here, loving her, loving her, loving her.

“I love you,” they both breath each time they shift position, each time they tilt their heads a different way, try a different angle, because who says getting caught desperately making out on a medical bay bed by Alex’s father isn’t one of the firsts they should try?

He clears his throat and he averts his eyes, and Alex giggles but she doesn’t stop kissing Maggie.

Can’t stop kissing her.

Won’t stop kissing her.

She smiles into their kiss and feels rather than sees J’onn’s smile, senses rather than hears his chuckle, and she’ll run to him in a moment, in a moment, and she’ll hug him like she’s needed to hug him for too many hours, but right now she can do nothing but kiss the woman who loves her – god, she loves her, how did that happen, she loves her – and J’onn?

J’onn crosses his arms over his chest and her guards the door with a gravely serious expression, warning James and Winn that they really don’t want to go in there at the moment.

But his heart, the entire time, is singing.

noirsongbird  asked:

"Kiss me", McHanzo? :D

“Kiss me.”

Hanzo can’t remember being this happy at any point in the last ten years. Maybe longer. 

Granted, he’s very drunk, but that’s not usually enough to make him happy. Just … less angry.

He should be angry. Next to him, McCree has slicked back his hair into a spiky ponytail and is, very poorly, mimicking Hanzo’s voice. He has collectively used the words “honor” and “unworthy” about fourteen times in the last thirty seconds, slurring half the time. But, for whatever reason, Hanzo can’t find it within himself to be truly upset. All he can really think is that McCree looks rather handsome with his hair up. 

“Do you really have room to mock me?” he asks, shoving McCree’s shoulder playfully. “You dress like a cowboy! You unironically say things like ‘high noon’!”

“That don’t mean I can’t make fun of you,” McCree retorts. He shoves Hanzo back with twice the force, which, in Hanzo’s current state, nearly topples him. Hanzo laughs as he rights himself again, and McCree laughs at him nearly falling off the couch, and it’s much too enjoyable for something that should have embarrassed him. 

McCree has a way of doing that: of turning Hanzo’s negative thoughts and feelings into something else, or pushing them away to make room for something more pleasant. It’s one of the many things Hanzo likes about him. Likes too much about him, in fact. And right now, pressed close together on the cough, drunk and silly, all alone in the empty Watchpoint rec room … Hanzo’s chest hurts a little from just how good  this all is. 

“Kiss me,” Hanzo says suddenly. 

He watches as the words slowly penetrate McCree’s drunkenness, until McCree’s brows shoot up toward his hairline with surprise. “Kiss you?” he repeats.

“Yes. Now.” Hanzo leans against McCree’s shoulder, face upturned. A little voice in the back of his head shouts warnings, urges him to stop this behavior, but it is easily ignored. 

McCree’s smile fades, which is the opposite of what Hanzo wants to see. “Kiss you,” he says again. “Y’sure about that?”

Yes.”

“No, listen,” McCree says, and he sits up. He grabs Hanzo by the shoulders, and his gaze is suddenly intense, serious as he looks down at him. “We’re both real drunk here. I’m askin’ because I gotta know if that’s you talkin’ or the drink. I ain’t about to take advantage of you.”

“And what if I want you to?” Hanzo says. He takes a deep breath, forcing down the nonsensical giggles so he can meet McCree’s gaze head-on. “If I said this was not the first time I had thought of it?”

The tip of McCree’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, a flash of nervous pink. “In that case,” he says, “I guess that might be more okay.”

“Then stop asking questions.”

McCree nods once, though it is unclear whether it is to himself or to Hanzo. His grip on Hanzo’s shoulders tightens. Hanzo waits, face still upturned, his heart beating against his ribs.

McCree finally bends down, presses his lips oh-so-carefully against Hanzo’s, and Hanzo realizes that he can, in fact, be even happier. 

anonymous asked:

i'd be a hoe for some jimin neck kissin if you're still accepting drabble requests

wow I’m so deep in my feels right now, this ended up being so fluffy. also i wanted to add smut to this but it’s 1:30 am and I honestly have just wanted nothing more than to kiss and date jimin for the last two days i’m so emo

word count: 620

You’ve gone away for the weekend with your boyfriend and his friends to a cabin, but you both decide to get a little time away from them early in the morning when the sun is rising and you’re both still tired.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

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Rhythm of the Beat- Part 3 (Final part!)

Based off a request by @thelittleredwhocould​​ for gender swap Wincest.

Summary: Sam and Dean get trapped in a vault after being turned into women by an ancient Egyptian god. Because of course they did. There’s only one way to get free. Because of course there is.

Part 1 Part 2

Word Count: 2450ish

Warning: Wincest, gender swapping, smut,

A/N: This one just happened. I’m not sorry. Hope you all enjoy it, and thanks for the love you showed the first two parts! XOXO


“What the hell are you doing?” Sam means to sound shocked, maybe a little angry, but his voice comes out low and hot instead, clearly needy instead of offended.

Dean leans in until their noses are almost touching, hands curled into Sam’s flannel so tight it’s going to rip any second. He’s not going to let Sam back out of this. There’s more here than that fucking curse, and Dean needs this.

“Tell me to stop.”

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replying to comments

So I always reply to AO3 comments, because in the good old LJ days not replying was rude, and I am Old. Buuuuut I am also an awkward loser and bad at talking to people, so here is my standard bank of comment replies:

  • Thank you! - I am glad you commented and cannot think of anything to say.
  • Thank you very much! - You left a LONG comment and it made me so happy and I still can’t think of anything to say.
  • Aw man, thank you! - This comment made me emotional.
  • Aw man, thank you very much! - I am STILL CRYING about how happy this comment this made me.
  • Thank you for reading! - Your comment included the phrase ‘thank you for writing’ and I feel awkward just saying ‘thank you’ back so I have to clarify.
  • I’m glad you enjoyed it. - You quoted your favourite lines of the story and I really appreciated it.
  • omg ty - either I am drunk or I have known you for years
  • ❤ - I’ve known you for years 
  • Sorry not sorry - I am genuinely quite proud of this story and really touched that it affected you.
  • I’m flattered you want more! - I am never, ever, ever, writing any more.
  • Thank you :) - Your comment made me slightly uncomfortable
  • [an actual reply] - You managed to catch me at the sweet spot of ‘invested enough in this fandom not to be self-conscious’ and ‘feeling chatty’
  • [no reply and it’s been several weeks] - I am going through a freakout about how many comments I haven’t replied to
  • [no reply and it’s been more than a year] - Your comment included a request that I write less gay shit, or a compliment because my gay shit wasn’t too gay, and either way you’re an asshole and I refuse to respond to you
Okay so I normally wouldn't take to social media about this but I need help...

This really isn’t a joke. You guys might have noticed that I haven’t been doing requests much lately or barely even at all. But this is really an issue for me. I feel like I am going insane or something. I know that I am not actually going insane but there are so many things wrong with me and I have a full anxiety attack when I see a bug. I mean… I am not stable. I can’t sleep no matter how hard I try. Exams are on at my school right now. School in general is giving me so much work to do. I’m never hungry but like I never eat. I over work myself too much. I have to do things a certain way like OCD. I see things moving in the corner of my eye and it is just a shoe or something. I am so paranoid about bugs anywhere. I scratch my arms but sometimes I wake up with marks starting to scab on my legs. I get depressed easily and to be honest I have been thinking about suicide a lot. I know that not many of you guys are going to pay attention to me. My name is Lizzie and I am scared. I am worried that someone is judging me if there is something weird by the way I walk. I can’t act like I normally can anymore. I am not super close with my family and I would prefer to not talk about this kind of stuff to them because they would only just take away the things that make me happy. Just to say this I have ADHD. I need help. Please. I have never done this in my two years on tumblr. I need people to talk to. I should go to bed soon it is 11:11 pm. I have to wake up at 5 am to get ready for school. Honestly anyone please message me. Anon messages or real messages. Just please distract me. I am so paranoid. Keep an eye on me and check in and see how I am doing. That’s all I need is someone to do that. I’m scared. If you read this then thank you. I know many of you won’t message me but I need it. I am only tagging this post with the tags that I know will get seen for someone to help.

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I don’t recognise Emmerdale anymore.

It still looks like the same show, but it doesn’t feel like the same show.

It’s like a copy. It’s not complete or whole right now, because it’s missing something. That’s why it doesn’t feel like the show I’ve known and loved all my life.

And for me, that’s exactly what it’s missing; emotional attachment.

Its heart.

Or what has always been at its heart - intricate and sensitive character-driven stories allowing the emotional depth which plot-driven drama for the sake of drama just isn’t capable of achieving.

Because this is what’s happening - over the last few months at least - Emmerdale has ceased to be the one soap which has always had the characters at the heart of its stories and driving them, and instead become a plot-driven mess creating drama for the sake of drama, to the point of sometimes even feeling gimmicky and farcical in places (e.g. weekly desperate attempts at forced, unauthentic comedic plots in an attempt to break up some of the sheer utter misery in the name of drama).

What we’ve been seeing lately is a regular pattern of characters’ backstories or previous plot-points being forgotten / neglected and creating this feeling of out-of-character moments, while also being given huge plot-points which are rarely followed through and given any aftermath.

How many characters have been killed off recently? And how much actual grieving have we been allowed to see? Remember Holly? Remember James? Do you remember the immediate aftermaths with the Bartons? How it affected all of the characters? Did we see it impact on Pete and his depression? Did Ross suddenly stop feeling guilty for not being there when his dad died purely because he admitted this after James’s funeral?

And then there’s Ashley. Why does Laurel need something to do immediately, regarding Emma and this video? Why can’t we just see her grieving? Why are we expected to believe that one dream has suddenly cured her of her illness regarding alcohol and that there’s no longer any struggle? Why isn’t that struggle - and her overcoming it - worth telling? Why aren’t we getting to see more of Sandy coming to terms with the fact that his child has died before him? Why - for a show that has frequently praised and valued the feeling of community among the characters - are we not seeing conversations with other characters? Why not have Sandy and Bob discuss having to be a parent watching your own child die before you? Why not have Carly turn to Laurel about Billy in light of Daniel? Why not follow through on the conversation between Aaron and Laurel about that place by Wylie’s? Why was Gabby blaming Bernice for the fact that she wasn’t there when Ashley died pitched as though it were its own plot-point when it actually lasted two episodes before she went on holiday with the very person she blamed? Why isn’t grief a worthy storyline in its own right?

Why has the narrative become so staccato, jumping from one plot-point to the next and never allowing us to see, or appreciate, the journey between them? I’m not saying this is the case for the whole show, and the grieving storylines are just one example of my point - that we are being shown very little follow-through in the majority of storylines these days, in favour of the big plot-points which guarantee the reaction. Ultimately, the characters aren’t being given the time to be human. And it was this authentic and poignant ability to mix light and shade believably, the consistent exploration of the complex spectrum of human emotion, that has always made Emmerdale different to all the other shows. This was its strength. This was the very essence of Emmerdale, at its core - its heart - but right now it feels like they’ve lost sight of that.

As you can see, my problem right now goes much further than Robron and their current storyline. It extends to Emmerdale in general. Because my issue right now, and my disappointment, is with the show as a whole and all of its storylines. Unfortunately, the backlash over this particular Robron-related storyline has become somewhat blurred with the character hate of Rebecca, and that is what the crew and media are choosing to focus on rather than distinguishing between the two. And this is where my issue lies and what I’m choosing to address.

By choosing to focus on a handful of tweets, and tarring the whole fandom / audience with the same brush rather than acknowledging the complex spectrum of humanity and the individuality of identity, they’re essentially missing the point. My issue with this particular storyline is not the storyline itself. I mean, of course I was never going to like a cheating storyline with Robron. But we’re not supposed to like every storyline. What we are supposed to be able to do is believe it, understand it, and appreciate it. Which I could have done - while disliking the content of the plot - had it been executed well. And that’s where the problem lies. The fact that it feels like there has been a distinct lack of care and effort in portraying this storyline. And I would extend this point to almost every storyline over the past few months.

Of course, we’ve been able to give the show the benefit of the doubt by putting some of the blame onto the character of Rebecca and her lack of identity because it’s never come across onscreen. And this is why we’re now reading quotes telling us what’s going on in Rebecca’s mind, and how we should feel about her and the storyline - because until now, we’ve never been shown her perspective in the narrative. You shouldn’t have to tell your audience how to feel, nor should you try to narrow their interpretations. The very essence and beauty of fiction is that it can be interpreted in so many ways. That’s what makes creating it so fulfilling. All artistes - including writers, actors, directors, producers - are enabling the freedom of creative expression. And that means opening the audience’s mind, not restricting it. If you want the intention of your story to be interpreted a certain way, it has to come across in the narrative. The fact that it doesn’t to so many, however, goes to show the lack of care in this storyline.

And that’s my problem, that’s why my eternal enthusiasm for the show in general is faltering. Because it feels like they have become complacent. They still have some truly great moments, of course they do. But that’s just it; they’re moments. Right now it feels like the only thing Emmerdale is actually being consistent in is its lack of consistency. And again, I say this in regard to all storylines.

For me, they’re asking too much of the audience while also refusing to challenge our minds and thirst for entertainment. Some aspects of the plots at the moment could resemble a paint-by-numbers, while others stretch the boundaries of our suspension of disbelief into oblivion. And that saddens me more than any storyline ever could. Because this show means so much to me. But right now, it doesn’t really feel like the same show anymore.

And that’s where my disappointment lies. Because I know what this show is capable of - including Super Soap Week which wasn’t so long ago and I’ll forever rave about - but it feels like they’ve forgotten.

And that’s why I’ll keep rooting for the twists and theories, and I’ll acknowledge the fact that quotes can be taken out of context and edited to fit the angle of the story the press are trying to spin. I am rooting for them, and willing them to prove me wrong on this. To root for themselves.

Because essentially, I don’t need - or want - platitudes or explanations in interviews.

I just want Emmerdale to feel like Emmerdale again.

Only Yours

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
Word count: 3863
Warnings/Tags: angry/possessive sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up, folks), grace kink, wings
Special thanks to @sumara62 for the beta.  Your little touches make this so much better and you never fail to help me find a title when I get stuck.  

Written for my 100/200 follower celebration

Requested by: @girl-next-door-writes
Quote: “Wait a minute.  Are you jealous?”
Kink:  Calming the others anger (with sex)

“You’re pretty, you know that?” Sam slurs his words from the passenger side of your car and you resist the urge to roll your eyes as you try to half-drag, half-help him out of the vehicle.  You know it’s the alcohol talking.  He isn’t too unlike his brother in that he lights up at anything with a pair of breasts and a decent face.  He just needs to hit a certain level of intoxication first.  

He has to be caught in one hell of a dry spell to be flirting with you, however.  

“You’re heavy, you know that?” you say dryly, finally getting him to his feet, though most of his weight lands on you as he lurches forward.  You manage to maneuver him to your side, his arm draped across your shoulders as you begin the slow and thankfully short walk to the motel room.  

“I’m being sherioush,” he insists, sounding almost miffed you aren’t.  

The man is sherioushly going to feel it come morning after the ridiculous amount of whiskey, tequila, and rum he downed tonight.

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Chris Cornell was one of my favorite vocalists of all time. ‪When we were recording Fallen, I would sit in the car in the studio parking lot every morning before going in and warm up my voice to‬ ‘Fell on Black Days.’ I loved how deeply soulful he was- it was such a beautiful and unique combination between his bluesy soulful wailing and the dark, heavy music. It was so much cooler than just screaming, which would have been the more obvious match to the music. That’s what made it special. They changed what metal was to me. Expanded the boundaries…
There have been way too many tragic, early deaths in the music industry lately. Why are we so lost? Cornell moved and inspired so many people. SO many…

For now my thoughts are here: No one is immortal. Everyone feels the pain. No one has a perfect life. We have to remember our fragility- that of the people we love, look up to, even our enemies. You never know what people are really going through on the inside, so we must take extreme care. And love the best we can, while there’s still time.
“I’m only faking when I get it right…” Oh, how I’ve always related to that line. Knowing you felt that way made me stronger.
Farewell to another hero. Thank you for sharing your heart, your search light soul with us.

Be with me (a fluffy one shot)

(Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes)

So, this is new… I didn’t think I’d ever write anything even remotely close to M/M fanfic, ever. But here we are!

I know this will not be everyone’s cup of tea, a lot of you are here for the female Oc’s/Reader stories that I’ve always written these past years. And I totally understand that.
But I’ve always written what inspires me, and right now that’s Stucky.

Story: The idea came to me when I heard the song Dancing on my own by Callum Scott, and it made me think of Bucky watching Steve dance with a girl and feeling all sad/jealous about it.

No warnings, this is just Angst and Fluff. 

But I guess Stucky is a warning in itself, if M/M is not your thing don’t read this one. If you want to try it, like I did (very hesitantly) a few months ago then I thank you.

I want to explore the best of both world and write Steve/Bucky/Reader too in the future, but for now these two are all that’s in my head.

Leave me feedback, be gentle, this is my first time, in a way ;)

*****

Be with me

“Somebody said you got a new friend
Does she love you better than I can?
And there’s a big black sky over my town
I know where you’re at, I bet she’s around”

Her hair was long and curly, dancing on her shoulders as she moved gracefully to the music. Her smile was warm and loving, perfect teeth and sparkly blue eyes that lit up with her smile. Her arms hung loosely around his neck, fingers playing with his hair as they danced. 

Bucky hid behind a small group while he watched them.

They were dancing, slow and close. Too close. She leaned her forehead against his, blocking his face from Bucky’s view but he knew it was him. He’d recognize him in any crowd anywhere.
He swayed along with her to the music, Bucky watched as his strong arms wrapped around her waist and his fingers gently caressed her lower back. When they turned Bucky could see the happy smile on his face and the way he kept his eyes locked with hers. 

He looked happy, as if nothing else on this earth mattered to him except her and this moment they shared. Bucky felt like someone had just punched him in the gut.

“And yeah, I know it’s stupid
But I just gotta see it for myself
I’m in the corner, watching you kiss her,
I’m right over here, why can’t you see me?”

Bucky took another long sip from his bottle, he wasn’t sure how many drinks he’d had but the alcohol was finally starting to numb his senses.
About damn time.

They were kissing now, Bucky’s stomach was turning and he was starting to feel physically sick. He couldn’t stand to be in this place one second longer. The loud base of the music and the other people dancing way too close to him suddenly put him on edge. When one of the girls started dancing up against him he shoved her aside a little too roughly.

‘Hey, watch it asshole!’ she gave him an angry push back.

’I’m sorry,’ Bucky muttered but she had already turned away from him and didn’t hear his apology.

He needed to get out. Now.


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