when someone doesn't text back

anonymous asked:

Steve and Natasha's son is having trouble with bullies. He's half Natasha, so he's got fiery red hair, and he's half Steve so of course he wants to fight the bullies who tease him about said hair. Natasha's away on a mission, so it's up to papa Steve to advise their son on what to do.

Natasha’s on assignment for at least another week, if not two. Which isn’t the problem, really. He’s confident in his skills as a father and a caretaker in general.  But.

But he is absolute shit when it comes to bullies.  Especially when it’s bullies and his son.  He’s not exactly surprised by his own reaction, granted, but he could do with a dose of Nat’s calm approach to these sorts of situations. 

Mark is picking at his dinner and studying the grain of the table far more intensely than it really warrants.  Steve thinks he understands now what he means when he hears other parents gripe about how hypocritical they feel telling their kids not to smoke when they’re sneaking a butt when they need one.   

“I’m not going to pretend I didn’t start a lot of fights, and I’m not going to pretend that you shouldn’t stand up to bullies.”   

Mark startles out of his thoughts, looking up to his father at Steve’s sudden outburst.

“They think it’s weird.” Mark screws his face up, light smattering if freckles across his nose shifting.  “Orange and just.”  He huffs.

“Your mother is way better at this than I am.  I don’t think you should get into a fight.”  Steve holds up a hand seeing Mark open his mouth.  “I know I did it.  Ask your Uncle where it landed me, more often than not.”

Mark cracks a smile at that.  “Bucky says you were black and blue as often as you were blond.”

Steve smirks.  “Every day.” He schools his features. “Listen.  You got no reason to be ashamed of what you look like.  Only 2% of people in the world have hair like you and Mum.”  He pauses.  “Look. I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but sometimes, sometimes envy looks like other things.”

Mark shrugs, spearing a carrot with his fork.  “Doesn’t change nothin’ about the jerks at school.”

Steve reaches across the table to smooth his thumb over the spot just above Mark’s shiner.  “I need you to stop fighting.  Just because you can win doesn’t mean you should fight.”

Mark huffs, exasperated, and sets his fork down to pin his father with a look he inherited from Natasha.  “What should I do, then?”

Steve sighed.  “You know, my Ma –your grandma- always told me to tell the truth.  I always did, and I’m not about to stop now.  I don’t know.  It wasn’t a lesson I ever learned, not fighting.”

Mark smirked.  “So I’ve heard.”

“Sass. –What I mean is, I know I’m supposed to tell you something about compassion and ignoring it or rising above it or that they’re taking their unhappiness out on you and that might all be true but,” Steve lowered his voice as if Natasha could hear him from wherever she was, “I’d still like to Have Words with those kids myself, even though I know the principal already did.”

“Dad.”

“Your old man only has so many good speeches in him.  Let’s work on this one together.”

Mark studied him for several long seconds before snatching Steve’s phone from the counter behind him.  

“What’re you doing?”

“Texting Uncle Bucky.”  Mark didn’t bother looking up.  “He wanted to know if the day ever came you admitted you didn’t know everything.”

8253) I always freak out if someone doesn't message me back when we're texting or online or something. I always think I said something wrong or just rude or that I'm annoying them. And it gives me the time to actually THINK about what I sent them and I feel like it was stupid or something. And once I meet them in person, it's all I can think about. I wish people didn't make me wait for their answers.
When crushes don't work out the way you hope.

Anonymous asked:

first, i love you, and you never fail to make me smile. second, i’m feeling bad today because i hooked up with my dream guy a few days ago, and now he won’t text me back. i’m embarrassed that he has this much power over me, and i feel like an idiot for trusting him. any advice?

Oh, sweetheart. Come here. I would like to give you a bit of a cuddle, if that’s okay. You’re not an idiot. Please don’t say that about yourself. You are smart and special and loving and most certainly not an idiot.

You cared about someone, trusted them, and put yourself out there. That makes you brave and caring! The other person is having trouble being a grown up is no reflection on you. You can’t control other people, and you aren’t stupid for being hurt. I think that this person is probably doesn’t know what to say, and is choosing to ignore you rather than deal with something possibly awkward and hurtful. Again, this is absolutely no reflection on you. It’s okay to feel hurt and disappointed. You were hoping for something, and had feelings that weren’t returned. It’s natural to feel hurt. But it will pass. You can forget about this person, and focus your attention on someone who is a bit more worth your time. In short my advice is:
  • It hurts now.
  • You’re not an idiot.
  • It won’t hurt later.
  • You are amazing and I love you.

xox Manatee

We are all so Tangled

Alright so since we now have an awesome mascot for Team D (Team Sunshine) thanks to Jenn, I thought I could propose an anthem maybe? ;)


Flower, gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse
Bring back what once was mine

Heal what has been hurt
Change the Fates’ design
Save what has been lost
Bring back what once was mine

anonymous asked:

What do you do when someone you text that you like doesn't end up texting back?

… I text them again just for confirmation.. and if they still don’t respond I just leave it alone