we were 19!


I was very skinny. You know when your knees don’t even look like they’re attached to your body? Kids at school called me Snap, like my legs were about to snap because they were so thin. I was so gangly, even sneakers looked awkward. Everybody kind of goes through some phase, and it’s hard if you’re singled out for anything. But there was this one boy in particular who made fun of me and, it’s funny, then later, when we were 18 or 19, he wanted to go out with me.


You’re welcome.

Edit: Just so y'all know, I’m merely sharing this work of art.

When we were like 18 or 19 (BABIES!), I made Jon watch A Walk To Remember. He’d never seen it. Pretty sure I had the movie on and credits already rolling when he came over, forcing him into the situation. I’m a sneaky b-hole like that.

So we’re watching the movie on my laptop - seriously watching it, not even making out or anything! - and we’re like 65 minutes in. We know Mandy Moore has leukemia, Shane West is sexy-crying to the Switchfoot, the whole darn thing, and Jon turns to me…

Totally sincere, without sarcasm. He looks puzzled.

“So when does Bruce Willis show up?”

I hit reach over, slowly, and hit pause.


To this day, we don’t know what movie he thought he was watching.

He doesn’t know. I don’t know. No one knows!!!! And believe me, I asked!

“What do you know about this movie?” 

“Is it the title?”

“Are you thinking of Armageddon?”

“Do you think there’s going to be a twist and she falls in love with Bruce Willis?!”

Imagine watching A Walk To Remember and WAITING, no, ANTICIPATING, an appearance from Bruce Willis. And like, I get his confusion. If you were operating under the assumption that Bruce Willis was going to be in A Walk To Remember, it would be super weird for him to show up after 75 minutes. Who would he even be at that point? A doctor?

And, as a big star, wouldn’t he have made it onto the DVD cover?

We’ve dissected this a thousand times and we’re no closer to the truth.

anonymous asked:

19+Stony please! :)

19. “We were never meant to fight on our own.”

This is incredibly late and I’m so sorry for that but I am also sorry because I took the angst direction with this one. 

So prepare to feel!

The Civil War had done nothing but create a huge rift between members of the team. They were no longer the family that once existed and everyone went their own way. 

The last time Tony heard, Steve had been in Wakanda but he was sure that Steve would have left there by now. Staying in one place, especially when you were wanted, was too much of a risk and Steve knew that. 

Tony decided to keep all of that mess in the back of his mind where it couldn’t bother him too much. He had spent too many nights wide awake, thinking about what he could have done. He had done the right thing, standing up for what he thought was right. But at the same time, a small part of him wished that things could have gone differently. 

He missed the small family that the team had formed and the constant noise that buzzed around the tower. 

He missed all the bonding time that took place in the form of movie nights, parties and small celebrations of birthdays. 

He missed the familiar warmth that slept next to him, wrapping him up tightly and pulling him to rest against a firm chest.

The tower no longer held that homey feeling anymore and most times, Tony couldn’t stand being there. But it got better after a while, when Peter made himself a more solid presence in Tony’s life. 

There was Rhodey too, who Tony kept close and by his side because Rhodey was one person he couldn’t bear to lose. 

Life was getting easier to handle but the nightmares never truly stopped. He stayed days on end in the lab and tried to avoid sleeping as much as he could. But his body could only take so much after a certain mark and he could crash against the work bench, deep in sleep. Tony preferred that way because at least then, those were dreamless sleeps. 

He was exhausted but it worked so he kept on doing what worked. 

But just because life got easier didn’t mean that it would stop throwing situations into the equation. 

Tony wanted nothing more than to leave the room when he came face to face with Steve Rogers, the man who got away. 

They stared at each other for a long while, the silence getting to the point of unbearable, as Steve stood right there in his living room. 

“How did you get in here?” Tony asked, surprisingly calm.

“You hadn’t added me onto the list of people who can’t enter the tower yet.” Steve replied and Tony mentally cursed at himself. That was one of the very first things that he should have done. 

“So you’re here,” Tony began as he gestured around. “In my living room. Why?”

“Because we need to talk.”

“I think we past that mark the moment you made it clear that I was the enemy.” 

There was silence once again and Tony sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t need this right now,” He told Steve, his voice a little weak. “I really don’t.” 

“And I’m not here to try and cause you any stress,” Steve said reassuringly, and Tony wanted to believe him but it was so hard. “I just-” He stopped for a moment and Tony didn’t know whether he wanted to hear what followed after that. 

“It’s been a tough couple of months and I’ve realized that I made some mistakes,” Steve carried on, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket. “and I want to correct that because Tony, something much bigger than this coming…like you said.”

Tony didn’t say anything even though a small part of him wanted to gloat to the high heavens. 

“We were never meant to fight on our own,” Steve continued, gazing in Tony’s direction in hope to meet his eyes. “And we need each other if we’re going to protect this planet together, so please…” He almost sounded like he was pleading. “Let’s try and work this out.”

It would be the right thing to do, putting aside their differences for the greater good. But Tony, so strongly, wanted to force Steve out of his tower and tell him to never show his face here again. He was angry, he was upset and he was so tired of always being pushed aside and taken for someone who didn’t hold any importance. 

But he needed to help and would never turn his back on those who needed his help. 

With a sigh, he nodded and gestured towards the seats, ignoring the small smile that Steve sent his way. 

We were never meant to fight on our own.

Tony gently brushed a finger against his bare ring finger.

He couldn’t help but wonder if Steve still kept the engagement ring he gave back to him. 

i was given this screencap by one of sam’s other exes and given permission by that person to post this.

see the bottom there? sam is lying. there is a more than 3 year age gap between sam and i – we met when we were 15 and 19 respectively. i turned 16 shortly thereafter, but. the age difference is not what they’ve made it out to be.

apparently they have done this many, many times. they lie and manipulate and trick people into believing them. they even manipulated this person into coming after me and sending me hate.

i’ve been checking in with reptiblr and i’ve seen quite an few posts asserting the same thing – sam is a liar. sam has lied and lied and lied about this and does not have a remorseful bone in their body.

and this proves two very important things: 1) sam is a dishonest, manipulative person and 2) sam knows what they did was wrong. why lie about it if you don’t blatantly think what you did was massively fucked up and you can’t bear to tell your friends the truth?

i want to reach out at this point and extend some apologies to people within reptiblr who may have received backlash for supporting Sam before they realized what was really going on. you guys have really come around and really done a lot to spread this information and support me. i know firsthand what kind of manipulative person Sam is. i have known for years that they’ve done their utmost to lie & cover this up. i know they’ve convinced, or at least tried to, convince people that i am “crazy” or a “stalker” or that i “am trying to ruin their life”.

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again – i don’t stalk sam, i am not out here to get sam to off themselves, i am only here to post an account of what happened to me & june (fairymascot) and provide a space where other people who have been hurt by their behavior have a place to vent & someone to talk to.

i’m ok. i’m alright. i’m a damaged person but please don’t worry about me. my head is on straight and i’ve got a very full & busy life that i enjoy living.

thank you for your support & understanding, and i’m sorry that you all had to deal with sam’s manipulative backtracking and blatant dishonesty about this situation.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything, how the world swallowed us,
how it ripped us apart, for all the things we did to ourselves
and to each other, for all the awful things that happened,
things we never could’ve imagined when we were 19
drinking on top of a mountain, whole and full
and bright with certainty that our lives would unfold
exactly how we pictured them. now, I can’t remember
what it’s like to feel that. now I can’t remember that
at all.
—  Fortesa Latifi