we all love you and be here for you

This is where I leave you. Here, where
all the kisses we shared are scattered
on the floor like war wreckage. Who
fought more, I wonder? My hands are
bloodier than yours, my cuts deeper. I have always loved with wild abandon while you were always so safe, so
careful. Why are you standing there
with one foot out of the door? I’m not
surprised, you always have. Say you love me but not enough to stay, not enough to clean this up. It’s too messy, my heart and dreams are all over this
place like tattered wallpaper, where is
yours? Is it in the suitcase, is it whole? This is where I leave you darling,
I will try not to look back, I will try not to look at the pictures on the wall, I will try not to love you anymore because it hurts, it hurts.
—  this is not home anymore // Genefe Navilon

now that i’ve gotten quite a few new followers lately and am closely approaching my first 1000, i wanted to do a “follow forever” thing (is that still a thing people do? idk i’ve been on this site for way too long)

anyway, yeah you all are amazing and thank you so much for supporting my shitposting and anti yoda metas. (also i am a very unorganized person, so if we’re friends and you’re not on here it was a mistake and i still love you)


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People, can you please please tag your Rebels spoilers.

I literally clicked onto tumblr to check my inbox to be met with a GIANT fucking spoiler at the top of my dash. The exact same thing happened last week, and too many weeks before. Tag your shit. It takes 2 seconds and makes fandom a better place as we all get to engage with the source material on our own terms.

Be excellent to each other, rebels.


I’m playing catch up, and I’m too far behind. I’ve been working lots of hours again, and I’ve been sick off and on over the past two weeks or so, so I haven’t been here very much. I’ve missed you lovely people.

I had to get out of the house this morning. I’m determined to walk an average of at least half an
hour a day. It makes such a difference to my mood and motivation. I got out for about 45 minutes this morning, and then I did crunches, planks, and what pass for push-ups in my brain.

My oldest is home for the weekend, and we heard all about her trip to Bangladesh last night. I will fill you guys in soon.

It looks like I may be going to Costa Rica in June, and I am getting excited. I will let you know if it goes through.

Now I have to wake up my 15-year-old, because my boss has offered her $12 an hour to get some general work done in our office today.

Have a great Saturday, friends!

“Maybe you should leave me. I’m a mess and I can do worse.” he said “You know what, when I decided to love you, I also learned to accept the fact that we’re all troubled kids here and we just need someone to mess with. I’m just so lucky I found you.” she said
—  // be my other half, my other troubled soul

raychael  asked:

I hope this doesn't seem like a weird question,, but do you think you could recommend some poets?


oh man. oh man, friend, i love me some poetry. here’s a list of mostly but not entirely contemporary poets (i didn’t pick an accompanying poem for everyone because i am both lazy and indecisive sorry but check them all out):

my current fave is ocean vuong (his poem trevor is incredible and makes me feel some Emotions)
i also adore buddy wakefield (we were emergencies is personal fave)
jorge luis borges (his essays and short stories are incredible as well)
anne carson
rainer maria rilke
i’m a big fan of keats tbh
and t.s. eliot (i know it’s a cliche but the hollow men is so good)
margaret atwood (we are hard has some poignant-ass lines)
pablo neruda (clenched soul is one of my all-time favorites)
andrea gibson (i’m gonna rec two poems: the nutritionist and i sing the body electric, especially when my power’s out)
derrick brown
sarah kay
anis mojgani
clementine von radics
daphne gottlieb (why things burn)
azra tabassum
samuel beckett (cascando)
jenny holzer
sierra demulder (ninety-five grievances to god: abridged)

listen i could. go on for a while so i’m gonna stop here but please reblog/comment/etc with your own recommendations that’d be rad


    “Take care of her Sammy.” Dean said. 

    “I always do.” Sam replied. 

    “I know, but you know, we’re together so…”

    “It’s sweet that you love me and all but I’m either gonna faint out here or in the Impala, so can we please go?” you asked weakly.

Dean turned to you, kissing you gently on the forehead. “Yea, sorry. Go, get better.”


Things I learned while watching the SDR2 stage show:

I shall preface this with the fact that I was an actor working in private theater companies all throughout high school and into college. I studied theater to a point before stepping away to pursue my main goals. I’m not saying this to insinuate I am better than you at understanding acting, far from it. I just am stating this simply because I look at a lot of theater productions from a very different and strange point of view.

Here we go:

  • The actor who played Komaeda was REALLY good.
  • The way they wrote Komaeda in the stage show was REALLY good.
  • I love that they wrote the characters to do other things instead of just listen to whomever is speaking. There are side conversations and mini plots that are never picked up on, but you know they occur because all characters don’t focus on one person the whole time like in the game.
  • Koizumi. I still love her. She’s my favorite SDR2 character and forever will be. 
  • Saionji, moving on up. She was adorable.
  • Tsumiki, ALSO moving up. Didn’t like her all that much in the game, but I’m growing to really like her. 
  • Pekoyama was played by a woman who NAILED her mannerisms, but she sounded like she had Jess’ nose infection.
  • Compared to theater in America I found the overall experience to be quite pleasing. The use of sound effects was much more common here and I feel like it was an absolute NIGHTMARE for the crew to handle all the lighting while following along with the stage direction. 
  • That being said, the hair effect was weird for Kamukura. They did a good job with the wigs. Woulda preferred a wig.
  • The guy who played Hanamura was not a great actor. Jess accurately described him as having a mush mouth. That being said, I don’t think he needed to be a good actor. He couldn’t take a fall all that well…and I think that has more to do with his body type than anything. He was a larger guy and speaking from experience…its hard for bigger people to take a fall. He seemed more awkward than the rest, but it added a type of charm to his character. I felt bad for him in the stage show….I’ve hated him everyone else, haha.
  • I felt bad that a lot of characters got swept under the rug because of the time constraint. Nidai had the most content cut from his character and while I liked his actor (he had a cool voice), his character ultimately suffered for it. You knew very little about him.
  • Gundam was great. They cast him near perfectly. 
  • Nanami was great, Hinata was great, a lot of characters really nailed their stuff. 

I used to constantly head to the theater when I was in the States and this was my first time heading back to see any sort of production. I was very impressed. I’m sure there is more that I’ll most likely think about after I post this, and I may talk more about it in the future, but I think I’ll end it here for now. Its a long enough post, haha.   


Zojja: “He just told you he loves you over fucking balloons.”
Neptune: *Snorts* He didn’t mean it like that.“
Zojja: "You sure? I think he did.”
Neptune: “No, it was Valentines day.”
Zojja: “He loves you.”
Neptune: “Nope.”
Zojja: “What’s taking them so long?”

They heard the front door open and what sounded like two men singing “A pirate’s life for me.” and snickering. As they walked into the room, Zojja stood up from her seat, frowning.

Zojja: “You’re joking. You too? You’re all dressed up as fancies!?”
Xavier: “That’s right. Here to arrest a certain pirate captain.*wink*
Zojja: *Huffs* You can try.”
Neptune: “Revan? We match.”
Zojja: “Yeah I told him you were borrowing my fancy outfit…”
Revan: *Grins*
Neptune: “Well. Don’t be fooled by the outfit, I might look like one of you but on the inside…pirate.”
Revan: “A fancy in the streets…a pirate in the sheets.”
Neptune: *Laughs* Something like that. You look like fucking Orlando Bloom with that stubble.“
Revan: *Wiggles brows* You know what that means?”
Neptune: “Tell me.”
Revan: *Pulls her closer* I’m a pirate in the sheets too.“
Zojja: "Get a room!”



Being Tony Stark’s daughter and a very outspoken activist. One day you get arrested and your father comes to bail you out.

 ••• Requested by @purplekitten30 •••

“They didn’t even say which precinct they were taking us to until we arrived here, you know.” 

Your hands were draped over the bars of the holding cell and a unsure smile graced your lips as an officer came up to let you out, your father in tow. This was the first time you had gotten yourself arrested at one of the march’s you loved taking part of, and you weren’t at all sure how your father was going to take it. 

He didn’t say anything as you stepped out from behind the bars with piece of paper clutched firmly in your hand, your cell mates numbers scribbled down across it. Your hands shook as your father took hold of your upper arm and guided you out of the precinct, exchanging a few words with an officer before the two of you found yourself on the street, waiting for your car to be brought around.  

It wasn’t until you were in the passengers seat beside your father when a blinding grin crossed his lips. 

“Well, aren’t you a little rebel.” He said, beaming. Leaning over, he wrapped you in a tight hug and relief rushed over you. “Next time, make sure you have a get away driver.”

It truly breaks my heart hearing that some of y'all are mistreated and talked down to as if you mean nothing. Let me tell you this, you mean something to me. You are worthy of love and you deserve happiness. You are loved and I promise it gets better, whatever you’re dealing with will pass I know it may seem like it won’t but trust me it will. You’re stronger than you think and you will get through this. God I truly wish I could give you all a giant hug and squeeze you and tell you just how wonderful you truly are. Please don’t be afraid to message me if you need it, it doesn’t matter if we’ve never talked I am here if you ever need me!

anonymous asked:

Love this blog and you, keep being amazing 💜💜💜 So there seems to be a ton of controversy about whether aces belong in LGBTQ+ or not (it seems like a 50/50 split of opinion from what I've seen) and this blog seems very accepting of aces being accepted into LGBTQ+ (which is refreshing, tbh). Could you elaborate on why you feel we belong? I would love to hear your opinions on this issue.

the LGBTQ+ community is all about not being heterosexual and heteroromantic. ACES ARE NOT BOTH HETEROSEXUAL AND HETEROMANTIC.

here is a good post that is much better at explaining it than me


anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you think you could write a oneshot about Pietro's s/o undergoing surgery (its non-threatening) and how he would feel after it and what he would do to make them more comfortable please? Thank you!

HIIIIIIIII, okay well you requested it and here it is. 

God I feel like it’s not that great, I really need to stop writing these when I’m running on like two hours of sleep. Nevertheless I hope this makes you somewhat happy! 

Pietro X reader

real fluffy 

A/N: basically she breaks her leg and Pietro is just the loving boyfriend that we all want him to be.

Originally posted by ranrightintomyheart

“Looks like it’s broken,” Helen said as she handed back my x-ray.

“Dammit,” I sighed in defeat. “That’s another week out of the team.”

“Well, you’re luckier than most people who have to wait weeks for their breaks to heal.” She sat down to fill out what I could only assume was my appointment slip.

“Yeah but!” I couldn’t think of a ‘but’—she was right. We were lucky at HQ, our access to technology allowed us to heal and recuperate much faster than an average person. “Actually you’re right.” I gave up on arguing—I had nothing to complain about.

“I know I am,” she scoffed, “that’s why I’m the physician.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” A knock on the door interrupted my thought process, preventing me from making what would usually be a very witty come back. “That’ll be speedy.”

“He’s picking you up?” She laughed as she went to open the door.

“I know you haven’t felt love Cho, but this is how it works.” I stuck my tongue out.

“Real mature,” she rolled her eyes before turning to greet Pietro. “Please collect your girlfriend, she’s extra moody today.”

Pietro let out a small chuckle, “well, she does have a broken leg.” He helped me up from my chair before handing me my crutches. “Hi,” he whispered as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead.

“Hi,” I beamed as I wriggled the crutch under my armpit.

“Her surgery is at 5,” Helen handed him the slip. “And (Y/N),” she stopped me just as before I could escape. “Make sure you actually stay in bed for your recovery time.”

“Oh don’t worry—“ Pietro answered for me, “I’ll make sure of that.”

“I hate you both.” I huffed as I struggled to hobble my way out the door—crutches were harder to operate than I’d first thought.

“Do you want to get some food before we go back to our room?” Pietro asked as he shut the door behind him.

“That’s not even a question,” I felt like I was on the verge of starvation.

“For that,” he tutted, “we’re going to walk the whole way.”

“Nooooooooo,” I groaned in frustration. “You like seeing me suffer don’t you?” I blew a strand of hair out of my face as I struggled to keep up with him—he wasn’t even walking that fast, I was just too slow.

“No,” he slowed down, “I just like how cute you look when you flail around like that.”

“I’m mad at you.” I concluded. He stopped walking.

“What?” I asked when he turned to look at me.

“Give me those.” He held out his hand for me to pass him the crutches.

“What happened to watching me flail?” I raised an eyebrow in question.

“If I wait for you to walk to the café with these, you will not make it down to the lab in time to fix your leg.”

“Wow,” I scoffed “you’re really putting your new vocabulary to use.” I took a second to think about how far he’d progressed language wise—I was low-key proud, but high-key upset because it meant he was better at firing back.

“I know,” he scooped me up. “It’s all thanks to you.”

“I’m a great teacher, I take full credit for it all.” I kissed his chin.

He looked down at me, “I thought you were mad.”

I stared straight ahead. “I am.”

He let out a small laugh, “I bet you are.” I knew he didn’t take me seriously—not even I took myself seriously.

“I’m not mad anymore.” I said as I shoved my last fry into my mouth.

“I know,” he laughed as he leaned over the table “I can tell.” He used the pad of his thumb to gently wipe away the ketchup that I’d managed to get on the side of my mouth.

“I’m so clumsy.” I sighed. “How did I break my leg when I wasn’t even on a mission?”

“Hey,” he frowned “it happens to the best of us. It’ll all be over in a week.”

“I know, but that’s one week where I could’ve worked to prove myself.” I was trying my best to get on the first line squad with him—but the harder I tried, the harder I fell. I wasn’t getting anywhere—letters addressing promotions were set to come out in a week and I already knew I wasn’t getting one, not when I was set for a week of bed rest.

“I hate that you feel like this,” he sighed. “You don’t have to push yourself over the line. I’ve told you before, you’re a warrior—you can defend yourself better than I can.”

“I just hate feeling vulnerable. I always want to be the best.” It was my biggest downfall, but also my greatest asset. It was engrained in me from a young age and I couldn’t just forget how to be me.

“You’re not vulnerable or weak,” he reassured me. “I watched you in your trials, you know you did well (Y/N).”

“I want to have a nap before I go into surgery.” I stared down at the table, ignoring what he’d said. In my mind I hadn’t done enough.

Pietro let out a heavy sigh. I knew he was frustrated, but I couldn’t agree with him. “Let’s go home.”

“Hey,” Pietro rubbed my hand as I slowly woke up. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” I croaked as I took a second to adjust to the white light of the room. “Is it all fixed?” I asked as I stared down at my left leg.

“It’s all fixed.” He confirmed, “I brought you breakfast. You’ve been out like a lamp for 12 hours.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, “it’s light.” I corrected.

“Huh?” He was confused.

“The saying is, out like a light not lamp.”

“Oh,” he frowned, “I guess I am not yet that perfect.”

“You’re perfect enough for me.” I smiled, “now what’s in the bag?”

“Croissants, your favourite.” He handed me the paper bag as I sat up.

“Mmmmm,” I inhaled the scent “you really are the best boyfriend in the world.” He knew that the way to my heart was through my stomach.

“I know.” He laughed as he watched me basically shove the buttery pastries down my throat. “Also if you could hurry up and eat those, I really want to get back home so that I can cuddle you.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I struggled to say, my mouth still full.

“Hey,” I murmured—still half asleep. “Aren’t you supposed to be assigned this week?” Waking up and seeing Pietro still in bed was rare.

“I pulled a few strings,” he smiled as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face. “Plus, I had to make sure you had only the best of company.”

“You didn’t have to,” I nuzzled into his chest as he wrapped his arm around me.

“I didn’t want to go anyway.” He was lying and I knew it—he really was trying his best to make me feel better. I knew he loved working, in fact he was one of the biggest workaholics I knew—sometimes he was worse than me.

“You’re so full of it.” I poked him in the ribs. “You should go and talk to Tony—I’m sure he can still find you something.”

“(Y/N),” he sighed in defeat. “I don’t want to go on a mission this week okay? I just want to sit here with my girlfriend and watch the Netflix.”

“You, Pietro Maximoff wants to sit inside and watch Netflix?” I couldn’t believe it. He was never the type to laze around—it was all very new to me.

“Yes.” He didn’t even bat an eyelid—he was being dead serious.

“Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” I grabbed ahold of his cheek and pulled it around as if I were trying to remove a mask. He let out a small laugh when I finally let go.

“I bought your favourite tea,” he rolled out of the bed and pulled on a shirt. “Give me 2 minutes and I’ll be back with it.”

“God,” I was stunned, “you really have thought of everything.”

“I mean I definitely tried to,” he ran his hand through his hair “I just want you to be comfortable.”

“Some days I don’t think you’re real.” I had gotten so lucky with him—he was everything I wanted and more.

“I’ll be right back, stay put.” He warned, as if I were going to run off to train in the two minutes he would be gone. “Oh and,” he popped his head back around the corner, “I’ll leave the door open, because I trust you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I called after him, knowing for a fact that he wouldn’t have been able to hear me.

“Knock, knock” An unfamiliar voice jolted me upright.

“Oh Jeeze,” I held my hand to my chest as I rushed to get out of my bed, “Captain Rogers! How are you?” I felt my heart rate pick up instantly—I knew exactly why he was at my door and it was making my stomach backflip like never before.

“Was that Pietro who just ran off?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Well, I don’t know anyone else who can run that fast,” I laughed nervously.

“You’re right,” he scoffed, “dumb question. Anyway. I just came to drop this off.” He held out the letter to me—the very same letter that would either make or break me for the next year.

“Oh—“ I gulped down the rising lump in my throat. “Thank you!”

He shot me a small smile, “nice seeing you (Y/N), I better get going—get well soon.” I didn’t even have time to thank him again before he walked away.

I slowly slinked back inside the room, holing the envelope close to my chest. I was too scared to open it—I needed Pietro to do it for me.

As if right on cue the cool breeze of him entering the room rushed past my face.

“One flask of cinna—hey!” he stopped mid-sentence. “What’s up?”

“I—I—Steve just came to leave me this.” I held out the envelope for him to take.

“Oh,” he put the flask down and gingerly took the letter from me.

“You need to open it,” I told him. “I can’t do it myself.”

“Uh—“ he was hesitant, but he could see how nervous I was as well. “Okay.” He took a deep breath before ripping it open. He scanned over it briefly—the whole time he read I was unable to decipher his expression.

“Well,” he said handing it back to me. “I guess we can really relax for the rest of the week.”

“Huh?” I snatched it back quickly, “what do you mean?”

“Read it my love,” he prompted.

I couldn’t believe my eyes as I scanned over the page.

‘Dear (Y/N),


We are very pleased to offer you a position with the first line Avengers. We value your skill set incredibly and believe you’d be a tremendous asset to our team.’

I couldn’t even finish reading it, I felt like I was about to throw up. I’d done it—I’d actually done it.

“I—I can’t believe it.” I stammered.

“I can,” Pietro said before engulfing me in a hug. “I knew you’d get there. Welcome to the team.”

“You never doubted me.” My eyes were welling up, “I love you so much.”

“And I love you more.” He placed a chaste kiss to my lips, “now get back into bed. You need to be at full strength if you want to make it through all that training again.”

“Hey,” I said as I walked over to the bed. “You know what would really help me build my stamina?” I sucked in my bottom lip as he tried to figure out what I was hinting at.

When he finally realised, his eyes lit up. “I guess I’m going to have to close the door.”

amethyst-faerie-hekela  asked:

I just have to say, your fanfics and headcanons are all completely adorable! I love reading fluff (I live on shoujo manga! 😁) and your stories are so cute! And it's wonderful to find someone who doesn't write sex/smut kind of stories, so a huge cheer to you for that! If you're ever interested, I'd love to see an MC x 707 fanfic/headcanon about them having their 1st kiss, since [SPOILERISH for 707's route] we didn't get to see their 1st (I doubt the kiss at the end is their 1st) Thank you guys!

Thank you so much! We try to keep it pure and wholesome around here;) ;) 

Sorry, requests are closed at the moment, BUT if you’re interested in lots of fluff (including first kisses, etc.) for MC x 707, we have a friend who wrote a whole fanfic with lots of it! Here’s the link to it: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8809135/chapters/20197777

PICK NU’EST - the NU’EST Support & Voting Team

Hello everyone, we’re currently recruiting people for our support & voting team! Experience is not needed, but co-operation, willingness to learn and loving NU’EST is a must! All communications will be done on our Discord channel, available on mobile app and browser.

Please note that to join the team, we will be looking for dedicated people who could turn up at least 3 days out of the week, 1-2 hours a day to help with our support team! Here are some basic information so that you know what you’re signing up for. If you are worried about the time, there are other ways to help too - just follow the new PICK NU’EST twitter for more information.


  • This is separated into (1) email accounts (2) facebook accounts and (3) mnet accounts. You can do either one, or a mix of all three. We need all the help we could get! 
  • This will be one of our core focuses along with #02 voting squad.


  • There are 2 voting we need to do - (1) the 101 Ma Boy support event, and (2) the actual voting (not disclosed yet). At the moment, (1) will be making use of the Facebook accounts, and (2) will use Mnet accounts, which limits at the usual 10-accounts-per-IP.
  • We need people who can switch their IP addresses, and we recommend using a VPN extension.
  • Our focus will be on the actual voting, and later in the show, this voting squad will help us better gauge and dispatch accounts depending on who is falling behind in votes, so that we can maximize efficiency and help our boys stay in the competition as long as possible.


  • Like networking and making new friends? Know networks we can reach out to? The aliasing team will help to drop a note to our allied fansites so that we can reach a wider audience with voting notices! We’re definitely looking to reach out to other Pledis fansites, for starters.


  • with every new video out, we need more and more streaming. This team will focus on leveling out the differences in streams on NAVER TV and YouTube, though our focus is the former. Ability to drop hearts and comments are a plus but not required!


Q: What if I’m only free for a few days? What if I cannot commit?

A: It’s totally fine! We need a lot of voters when voting starts, so we will put out notices on our twitter every day asking for help. If you’re free on a particular day, feel free to request accounts from us and help to vote! Alternatively, if you want to help creating emails, you can also compile your own list of mails and send them to us via 

  • Twitter DM (@NuestNewsletter/@picknuest) / Tumblr IM (here) / Email (nuestnewsletter@gmail.com)

Q: I’m interested, how do I sign-up?

A: DM us on Twitter in the following format:  Twitter handle / name / timezone GMT) / team

  • eg. NuestNewsletter / Alia / GMT +9 / #01 and #04

You’d be added to the Discord chat and we’d brief you/show you to the tutorials and steps and you can get started! If you’re already in touch with picknuest, please do update us with the relevant info as well!

Q: Any other roles available?

A: At the moment, no. Our focus is all the above ones and we would like to focus our limited resources for that. However, if anyone has any ideas and suggestions, we’re all ears to listen!

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citrisansy555  asked:

Can I have a hug, pls? Idk why I'm the only person who feels STRONGLY for Sans' death in Glitchtale. It's just that even though it's not canon and fictional, I can't help myself but depress myself to think of it. I mean, darn... Sans was my #1 favourite character of all time and when he died, I felt like a part of me was taken away. ._.

((Of course you can!

It’s not strange to feel this strongly for a character you love, especially when their death came as such a shock. This is a character you identify with and probably admire - the fact that his death hurt you like this just means you truly cared for him. I’m so sorry it’s affecting you the way it is, but try to keep your head up when you can. We’re here for you <3))

anonymous asked:

thank you for cs-con-news blog and keeping us updated and will do so, enjoy the day and panels, and give jen and colin all our love, let them know we love them and cs. :)

Aww, you are so welcome. I wish the whole fandom could be here to show them all the love but rest assured that we are well represented and Colin and Jen are both very delightful with the fans today so the vibe is amazing!