what and why am i here

What you guys aren’t about to do is use the excuse that since black women are judged harshly then that mean Gabby Douglas’ is deserving of defending. She is an adult and what she said isn’t just wrong but dangerous. She doesn’t even see how what she said is wrong and as far as I’m concerned she an choke. She’s an adult and i for one am not about to sit here and hold her hand and explain to her why her comments are bad. I have no remorse or sympathy for sexual assault apologists.


mothmanwingman  asked:

For the kiss prompt- #1, Klance please? ;w;

This is a meeeeeeeeeeeess, but what can I do? lmao, hope you like it! :D <3


1; breaking the kiss to say something

Keith’s jumping out of Black before he even knows what he’s doing.

He crashes against Lance’s body roughly, ignoring his boyfriend’s huff as he probably hit one or two bruises on the process but Keith can’t bring himself to care because pain means life. It means Lance’s here with him, not dead and silent like he had thought not five ticks ago.

Without explanation, he grabs Lance’s face and pulls him down, crashing his lips against Lance’s dry ones and for a tick, Keith can forget.

He can forget the ice water dumped on him when druid magic seemed to surround his vision, barely a tick away from impact.

He can forget the hollow feeling that dropped in his stomach when his vision turned from purple to red. He can pause and ignore the memory of the terrifying silence that came right after the hit from Lance’s end, not even the sound of static filling their coms.

“Don’t do that again.” Keith sobs out as he pulls away, his eyes shut tight in fear of what could be reality, “Please, don’t do that – don’t –“

He allows himself to drown on touches; the firm and yet light touches of fingertips stroking his cheeks, cupping his face gently. He focuses on the nose that’s brushes against his own and the warm breathing that hits his face that tells him everything he needs to know: alive, okay, here.

Warmth comes back to his lips and Keith allows himself to melt against Lance, letting the brunet to pull him closer. It’s too much just like it had been too close and Keith’s pressing harder until he’s swallowing Lance’s every gasp and breathe.

It’s until Lance sobs out that Keith opens his eyes.

“Oh, baby,” Keith mumbles quietly, voice wobbly as he wipes on of Lance’s tears gently.

“I’m sorry,” Lance whispers, shakily breathing against Keith’s lips and he has to suppress the shiver that runs through his spine, “I’m sorry, I just – I couldn’t let –“

Keith sighs, dropping his head until it’s resting against Lance’s forehead and he drops a kiss on the clammy skin.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Keith says, pulling his crying boyfriend closer, “For saving me and still coming back to me.”

Lance hums, hugging him tighter as he hides his face on Keith’s neck. “Any time.”

Keith doesn’t answer and closes his eyes again; fooling himself into thinking that maybe those words had not been reality.

His heart sinks when Lance repeats them against his lips not two ticks later.

I hate the bastard but I also want to know what the hell happened and who the hell it happened to.

ALSO, SUPER FUN IDEA: WHAT IF THE CHILD WAS DIRK.

Chocolate Cake

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jin X Reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: a scenario where seokjin and the reader are high school sweethearts who were separated cause the reader left the country and they reunite after she moves back but seokjin is getting married

Originally posted by ksjknj

Finally you were able to look around and see a view that was so warm and familiar. The city you had grown up in had become bustling with new people, new coffee shops, but the same old feeling to it. Sitting on your bed, surrounded by the boxes in your room from moving, you stared out the window as you watched the people walk by. 

About 5 years ago, you moved away with your family, trying to remember things from back then. The faint memory of your old friends came to mind and though those friendships were no longer as strong as they used to be, the memories were only happy ones. School back then wasn’t perfect by any means but it wasn’t too bad, having some of the brightest memories. The more you sat there reminiscing, the more curious you had become, going over to your box of photobooks. As you picked the largest one up a photo fell out from the bottom and landed into your lap. 

The picture featured a taller, broad shouldered, brown-eyed, and handsome ex of yours standing in front of the bus stop you both stood at back then. Unlike any of your other relationships, he didn’t mind you taking a pictures of him, in fact you could remember him gloating about his photogenic self after you took this picture. Almost as though you could still hear his unique laughter ringing in your ears was enough to make you laugh lightly to yourself. It felt a bit weird to feel yourself start to feel warm and comfortable just by looking at a picture of someone you no longer talked to nor were in a relationship with but he was like your other half in high school. Jin always knew how to make you smile no matter what and no matter how lame he had to be to earn that smile. He was romantic when he wanted to be, setting aside his jokes you could remember him holding your hand for the first time at the same bus stop. You were so embarrassed back then because the bus had pulled up right aftewards for everyone to see but when you looked over to him you noticed how red his ears had gotten, knowing it must a took a lot for him to do it out of nowhere.

The first time he had kissed you was on a field trip to the planetarium and as romantic as that sounds he didn’t sneak you off to a dark room with the stars glowing on the ceiling. You remembered you were holding his arm by his side when one of your classmates said the two of you couldn’t be really dating if you hadn’t even kissed yet. In a provoked moment he turned to you, kissing you in front of the group of classmates you were with to prove his point. 

“Did I or did I not tell you she’s my girlfriend.” Jin boasted. 

You grew so embarrassed your head was already in his chest to hide but unlike him holding your hand he wasn’t embarrassed anymore, laughing at your shyness.

The worst part of everything was the same 5 years ago when you had to move away. You spent maybe a week just crying once a day whenever you thought about him or missed him. You couldn’t have asked him to wait for you because there was a huge possibility you weren’t going to ever move back. Jin was your first love and you couldn’t forget anything about him, still having lingering feelings as you stared down at the small picture in your hands. 

“I wonder what you’re up to Kim Seokjin…” You whispered to yourself, pulling your phone out of your pocket. 

It was the first time you tried searching him up on social media after unfriending him. Back then you didn’t want to see all the things he was doing without you but since it had been years you figured anything you would see couldn’t hurt anymore. The first one to pop up on instagram had a picture of him, surprising you with how much he had grown. Hesitantly, you followed him before looking through his pictures. The first one was a video of him playing the guitar as he occasionally looked over at the person sitting in front of him with a smile. It must have been something he had recently picked up, not remembering him playing before. When you clicked off of the video to view everything else you saw a notification that he followed you back, followed by an alert of an incoming DM. 

KSJ92 (Jin) :

   “Hi Y/N. It’s been awhile, huh?”

    “Are you doing well?”

You couldn’t stop staring at the message, reluctant to reply. At first you weren’t going to say anything at all but to your horror even you could see that you had read it, so he was definitely aware. With a deep breathe, you considered sending something risky but if you didn’t say it now it might be strange to tell him later. 

You:

     “Hey, I’m doing good. Sorry it’s been so long, I actually moved back here and was wondering if you wanna to meet up?”

There was a pause in his response after he had read the message, not typing right away. It was hard to tell if the 5 year gap made things awkward but there was not many other reasons he would instantly message you and not want to catch up. When the long two minutes passed he finally sent something in return;

KSJ92 (Jin):

    “Yeah sure, is today fine? I’m not sure which part of town you moved in but I know this cafe near me. They have your favorite cake too, if that’ll persuade you.”

You: 

   “What, really? That sounds great! Just send me the location and I’ll meet you there in like an hour.”

Setting your phone down,you immediately got up to change out of the sweatpants you had been wearing to unpack. You were nervous and excited at the same time mostly because it’s not like you didn’t know him but at the same time he could have changed a lot or not have remembered as much as you did about your relationship. It was hard not to wonder what he was thinking about meeting up again but then again, you never thought you’d get the chance to see him again after the way things ended. 

When you checked yourself in the mirror one last time, you grabbed your things and headed out to the place based off of the directions in your phone. Luckily for you, it was only about a 10 minute walk from you seeing as though you must live close to each other without realizing it. Come to think of it there were plenty of apartment complexes and cafes on your way there so living in the city seemed to have it’s perks.

As your hand reaches for the doorknob, someone else pushes it open next to you. 

“Wow, you almost look the exact same.” Jin gasped jokingly before sending a smile in your direction as he held the door open for you. 

You looked up at him, examining the differences about him. The first thing you noticed was his handsomely dyed light brown hair unlike the pictures of his Instagram, as well as his newly developed height and obviously toned body even through the button up he was wearing, neatly tucked in the front of his pants. If it was even possible, he was even more handsome than he was before looking so much more grown.

“…Jin? You look completely-”

“Handsome? I know, I dressed up for you today.” 

Not believing your ears you scoffed before giggling at his dumb remark, hitting his arm playfully as you entered the cafe. You walked over to a table by the window before sitting down, jin following behind you. 

“Do you want a coffee? I’m gonna go order for us and bring it over here.” Jin suggested.

“Yeah sure, but only if you remembered my usual.”

“Ah, it’s been 5 years but you thought I wouldn’t remember? Come on…I’m a lot better than you think.”

“Is that so?” You smiled, resting your hand on your cheek. 

“Of course. Just sit here and i’ll come back with everything.”

You nodded, watching him go up to the counter to place your order. Looking at him from a far made you really realize how much you missed him. Talking to him was still comfortable and though, he was a bit awkward before the two of you dated it completely faded after he asked you out.  

Noticing you staring over at him he flashed a smile to which you waved in return. As you waited you just kept playing on your phone until you saw a small, white plate being pushed onto the table in the middle, accompanied by a coffee sitting right next to it. The tray still in his hands as he placed his own drink down, you pick up a fork, taking a bite of the chocolate cake. Jin set it to the side, sitting across from you with his drink. 

“So, what brings you back here?” He asked.

“Well, things weren’t very comfortable when I left. I couldn’t adapt well to moving with my parents so I decided to get a job back here. I got hired after a few resumes and a video call interview and ta-da, here I am. I think Namjoon convinced me to move back here when I talked to him last time even though he doesn’t even live here anymore.”

“What’d he say?”

“If you don’t like it you can always move again but if you don’t do it at all, you’ll just be unhappy and wondering why you didn’t just give it a shot.” 

“Yeah, sounds like him.”Jin smiled, nodding.

“What about you? What’s new?” You asked curiously, leaning over the table. 

“Well I think you know the biggest news since I sent you an invitation-…oh wait, you never replied to it? Do you think you can make it?”

Your eyes brows furrowed in confusion, taking another bite of the cake. You covered your mouth to speak as you chewed. He seemed excited about whatever it was he was talking about. 

“Invitation? Invitation to what?”

“My wedding, Y/N. I guess when you moved it got lost in the mail or sent to your old address.”

Suddenly the cake felt much more dry, coughing at his words. Jin stood up from his chair in shock to see if you needed help but you shook your head, waving your hand to assure him you’re okay.

“Are you okay? 

“No, I’m fine. I had no idea…ha..wow, congratulations.”

His expression changed from being concerned to smiling again as he recalled his new fiancee. He pulled his phone out to show you a picture of her with the ring on her finger and you couldn’t even lie to yourself about how gorgeous and nice she looked. Your heart completely sank and any getting back together fantasy of yours had been crushed. 

“That’s amazing. She’s really lucky..” You said quietly. 

“Yeah, I know it seems weird to invite your ex to your wedding but we were best friends first and even if things didn’t end that well I thought it would be nice to see you again. When you added me I thought it would have been because of the wedding.”

“Ah, not really. I Just thought it would have been fun to see you again after so long. I found our old yearbooks and stuff when I was unpacking.”

“Well, do you think you can make it? I can always just mail you a new one-”

“W-well, I’m a bit busy. You know, new job and unpacking and everything but I’m happy for you guys.” It was hard to lie to his face but you tried to maintain the fake smile plastered on your face. 

You were so absorbed in your own head you didn’t even notice he never told you the date of the wedding so an excuse was a bit strange to say. At least he would get the hint as you just stared down at the chocolate cake in front of you that no longer felt as special. You truly wanted to be happy for him and maybe you would have if you didn’t build up this whole meet up in your head, thinking he might have been the best guy for you and possibly being that girl alongside of him at that wedding. 

“That’s fine, Yeah, no, I understand Y/N. It’s not that big of a deal.” Jin nervously laughed off the rejection. 

“Aside from the wedding there are a few other things that’s changed.” He chimed in. 

Pretending to listen, you looked over at him, nodding every few seconds he was talking. You knew this was it, you had missed your chance, and the only thing you could still think about was coming to terms with the fact the entire time he smiled at you or said something sweet to you he was someone else’s. The first guy you told you loved him now sat in front of you in love with someone else while you were still stuck in the past. You were just a past memory for him, no longer a future opportunity. And the more you kept thinking about it the harder it became to stop yourself from tearing up in front of everyone in this cafe. Your hands clutched the coffee cup a little tighter, knowing you should have expected this. There was no reason for him to stay single the way he was and finally you mustered up a real smile, unitentionally cutting him off.

“Thank you for giving me some of the best years in my life but I think for the sake of your fiancee, we shouldn’t meet anymore. I shouldn’t have added you as carelessly as I did and if I would have known I wouldn’t even have met with you today. I’m sorry…I really hope you guys are happy and I really mean that.” You let out, pulling a $10 from your purse to place it on the table before standing up and walking out the door. 

Jin ran up from behind you, standing in front of you so you would stop.

“Wait! I asked her if it was okay to meet with you today. She’s fine with us being friends-”

“But I’m not. That’s the problem. I still care about you way too much to go to something like your wedding and maybe us dating wasn’t a big deal to you like it was to me but I’m not over you.” You admitted, blushing as you avoided his eyes. 

“Y/N-”

“Stop, okay? I’m going home, thanks for trying though.” 

Just as you said, you turned around and left, except this time he didn’t chase after you. The new house you came back to no longer looked like a place of a new life, it just reminded you of everything you used to have. You laid on the couch, letting out the tears you had been holding in just to go into your phone and delete him off of your social media. It felt selfish and you couldn’t stop thinking about the disappointed face he made before you ran off.  Things seemed to never work out the way you expected them to. 

anonymous asked:

“we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice” wintershock please!

of course, anon!! here you go, i hope you like it <3

Prompt: Nobility themed, #2,  “we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice”

Pairing: Bucky x Darcy

Rating: T

Notes: Modern Royalty AU



She blamed the Duke.

Specifically, Duke James Buchanan Barnes.

Darcy pulled her scarf tighter around her face and neck, and tried to keep her head down against the swirling wind and snow. She told herself that she would be fine.

Which would be much easier to believe if she hadn’t just recently spun out her car and was now walking alongside the road in a snow storm hoping to find shelter.

If she hadn’t been engaged to some stranger (Barnes), she wouldn’t have felt the need to “accidentally” miss the meeting to cement the engagement.

The meeting was to take place the next day. The official engagement. Darcy, happily reassuring her parents that she would be there, took the next flight out to Switzerland and spent the long weekend skiing and taking advantage of spa treatments and delicious fondue.

Then, of course, after a day on the slopes she’d been driving back when it started to snow.

Again. None of this would have happened were it not for James Barnes and his “decorated military service” and her “duty to two great families.”

She was cursing her luck and quite frankly, freezing her ass off, when a car pulled up beside her. She stiffened, not sure whether to keep walking because serial killers are a thing or to stop in case there was nice Swiss family inside willing to drop her off at the hotel.

“Hey, do you need a ride?” The man in the car was leaning over to call out to her. From the lowered side window Darcy could only see his eyes. He wore a black thick knitted scarf what was pulled up around the lower half of his face as hers was.

On the one hand, he looked like a Forensic Files episode waiting to happen. On the other hand, she could no longer feel her toes nor see more than five feet in front of her due to the howling winds and snow.

She pulled on the door handle and got in.

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Originally posted by its-another-writing-account

Request: Can you please do a peter quill imagine where the guardians come down to earth and meet the avengers? the reader is part of the avengers. when the guardians are having a “meeting” with the avengers, Y/N comes down singing one of the songs from the awesome mixes. and peter falls head over heels and it’s all very fluffy. thank you.

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Like I could waste my time and sit here and think “why doesn’t that person like me?” “What have I done wrong?” And the thing is I’ve done nothing wrong, I’m the person I want to be. I’m happy with who I am and if people don’t respect that, that’s their loss and not mine. Bye Felicia 👋🏻

anonymous asked:

no offense but if they interview anywhere outside of korea, of course non-korean interviewers are gonna ask them about their country related things. i've seen brasilian interviewers do it and german interviewers do it. instead of sulking and being so negative just enjoy the fact that we get to see them accomplish so many things maybe? 🙄

no offence but i worked in a radio for two years and did many interviews, so i know how it is and what i am talking about. and i talk about ALL the questions about celeb crushes or which american celebrity they want to meet, or what they love in AMERICA. AMERICA HERE, AMERICA THERE, well stop, we understand. they could at least asked them deep questions about their music, the meaning of them, how they wrote them, process on producing and writing, what make them talked about some subjects, why is it important to them to do music and why they think it’s important to use it to spread big messages, how they create and develop their choreographies because they are damn creative and it’s interesting to know the meaning of some moves, how do they choose how to choreograph a poem or a story, how do they choose each move, how did they find their own style and what helped them along the way (mostly a question for rapline, but for the whole group too), how hard is to find a way to express themselves according to what they have on their mind, how is it to work and do music in korea (because we all know that everything is not pink there….), or asked them about the concept of their album and all the development around it which comes to their recent partnership with unicef, or i don’t know something really interesting you know?? and i’m not saying i’m not happy about what they accomplished, i don’t know how you saw this in my post… but whatever, you know, i’m a stupid girl who doesn’t enjoy things and who’s negative about everything

anonymous asked:

i am a trans woman and i must tell ya your trans allyship is so fucking performative what the fuck lmao

literally what do i have to gain from pretending to care other than fake internet points. “your trans allyship is so fucking performative” is the kind of accusation i literally cant prove is wrong so like, whats the deal here. also why are you following me if you think im fake

Maroon 5 —   Overexposed Album  {Sentence Starters}

  • “I won’t let you down.”
  • “I don’t expect you to care.”
  • “Oh, but I’m scared to death.”
  • “I can’t bear to listen to you cry.”
  • “You can’t expect me to be fine.”
  • “All those fairy tales are full of shit.”
  • “I want to leave with you right now.”
  • “Like a tragedy, like a dark comedy.”
  • “But if I fall for you, I’ll never recover.”
  • “Here I am, staring at your perfection.”
  • “I can tell you what you need to know.”
  • “You’re such a hard act for me to follow.”
  • “Where are the plans we made for two?“
  • “I don’t know why you’re acting like this.”
  • “But tonight I’m gonna hold you so close.”
  • “But, if I let you go, where you gonna go?“
  • “There you go again, making me love you.“
  • “Your perfect little body makes me fall apart.”
  • “You’re such a motivator, gotta get your way.”
  • “If you need to cry, I’m here to wipe your eyes.”
  • “Your broken heart requires all of my attention.”
  • “Where have the times gone? Baby, it’s all wrong.”
  • “And I can’t take it, you’re even perfect when you cry.”
  • “You’re such an instigator, you wanna play the game.”
  • “It’s funny how you say that you made it on your own.”
  • “We knew this day would come. We knew it all along.”
  • “I never gave you the things that you needed to have.”
  • “You’re perfect on the outside, but nothing at the core.”
  • “Oh, just come back to me, baby, I’m begging… please.”
  • “But, I just couldn’t break your heart… like you did mine.”
  • “You and I go hard at each other like we’re going to war.“
  • “I’ll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself.“
  • “And I’ll be waking up, feeling satisfied, but guilty as hell.“
  • “Holding back won’t turn back time. Believe me, I’ve tried.”
  • “We’ve been through tougher times, you know it gets worse.”
  • “You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door.“
  • “How could you do it? Oh, how could you walk away from everything we made?”
  • “So I cross my heart and I hope to die, that I’ll only stay with you one more night.”

archmage--khadgar  asked:

Every so often, I keep picturing Perry sitting around with. Other Oc's and canon characters that get shipped with Khadgar. And they're all comparing notes and giggling about universal habits. And it makes me laugh because of Khadgar saying paradoxes make him nervous and so I can only picture his reaction to this being "Oh god who did this Chromie what did you do no wait in what timeline AM I WITH ARIOK WHY IS HE HERE."

Hahahaha, oh dear, you killed me at “Ariok” though. I can imagine his face, can’t stop giggling.
That would be a good reason to be nervous.

BoM Real Song Titles

Hello: Have fun ever hearing a doorbell normally again, fucker

Two By Two: Elder Kevin Price starts his decent into Crippling Depression™

You And Me(But Mostly Me): Arnold just wants a friend but Kevin is an egotistical asshole

Hasa Diga Eebowai: Old Conservatives Beware

Turn It Off: Elder McKinley is shit at advice

I Am Here For You: Goddamn I wish I had friends like this

All-American Prophet: Conversion By Catchy Tunes Ft. Why do these people care that he’s American they are Ugandan

Sal Tlay Ka Siti: Angel gets her hopes up way too high

Man Up: What an iconic Act 1 closer, what’s even better than this Ft. My boy gets some self-confidence for Jesus

Making Things Up Again: When angels, your dad, and fictional characters are yelling at you in your mind, it’s time to stop

Spooky Mormon Hell Dream: Possibly the best thing to be put on Broadway, maybe even the Earth

I Believe: Young man thinks Mormonism alone can save him from a fucking warlord, more at 6

Baptize Me: Not sure if you caught it, but there are a lot of references to sex

Joseph Smith American Moses: Arnold should’ve stopped but then would we have this masterpiece? No.

Tomorrow Is A Latter Day: So we got kicked out of the church and we’re possibly stuck in this third world country for a while with little to no funding for things such as food, which is pretty important, but we have optimism and Jesus so it’s cool

I have wondered why Morgoth or Sauron didn’t attack Doriath.

Now the Canon reason is, of course, because of the Girdle. This is what Tolkien likely thought. And he also thought it good.

I have a different take of it.

A bit of background. I am Italian. You may or not know it but we are, right now, in the middle of a refugee crisis. My grandfather was also a refugee from Africa.

So. When I read the reason why Doriath didn’t accept refugee from the Noldo do you know what I hear? The same arguments people say here, in far and not so far right newspaper about why we shouldn’t accept Syrian refugees.

Because they are different. Because they may be evil. Because it may be dangerous.

But we are better than Tolkien’ s elves. Perhaps even better than Tolkien himself. We are accepting them. It is hard. They are indeed different and left their home often with nothing. It is hard all around.

We are still doing it though. Still trying.

So. Why, in my mind, didn’t Morgoth sent Sauron to break the Girdle? I bet he had a good shoot at it.

I think because of the same reason intelligent people tell us not to make terrorists out of all Muslims.

Because Doriath is already serving Morgoth. Because the Girdle is a magical version of Trump’s Wall. Because the hatred and mistrust between the elves weaken them and attacking Doriath would bring them together.

Thingol and Melian always served the Enemy.

There are many roads into evil.


@thegreatstrongbow unpopular opinion :3

There you go, lifeless in a shoebox.
Dear angel hasn’t seen the world with her own eyes
Your long-lasting innocence
Will always be a good memory.

Good ‘ol, rusty shoebox,
It’s lonely under the rain.
With only unsound cement shielding you,
Do you cry with the sky?

Selfishly, 
Someone’s calling from afar
Show her a page of a book from there,
Lend a piece of unadulterated wisdom,
Let her know
That she deserves to breath the morning breeze
And see a world.

Reach out your hand, little darling,
Whisper to our ears in our sleep,
Wipe her silent tears at night
And hug him every moment he feels alone.
Your smiles and good soul,
They’re what they long, unconsciously.

Why am I here?

—  Shoebox (by Chesca Lopez)

Partner and I have been rewatching The Two Towers for the first time in a long time.

anyway, one thing that has always been weird for me is Eomer giving Hasufel and Arod to random strangers, just like that.  Just giving them away, two horses, to a trio of foreign travelers he just met and had suspected of being spies.

like.  what?  This is Rohan.  Horses are the thing you value above all else, I don’t care if their riders are dead, even if their riders don’t have actual heirs somewhere to whom ownership would pass (or Rohirric inheritance law works differently and ownership has somehow defaulted to their éored’s commander, IDK), you’re still a calvary force planning to see a lot more battle in the near future, chances are high you’re going to end up with horseless riders who’ll need them.

this time I actually processed the fact, though, that Eomer believes they’ve inadvertantly killed two innocents, prisoners of the orcs, the beloved companions of these travelers.

The horses aren’t a gift.  They’re weregild.