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Stupid

Hey y’all! Happy Wednesday! Hope you enjoy this little fun one.

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader uses her power of invisibility to teach Bucky a lesson for shamelessly flirting with her.

Warnings: Language, Touching…?

I swear to god Bucky Barnes knew that I had a crush on him. A big old, stupid, little kid crush that made me pretty much speechless around him. I avoided him like the plague because every time I ran into him and tried to talk to him, I would trip over something, stutter like crazy or say something that was just plain stupid. I really didn’t know what was wrong with me.

Natasha used to tell me that he liked me too, but I always doubted it. She’d pull the whole we were trained by the Russians together bullshit to try to convince me she knew everything he was thinking. But I just didn’t believe it.

He was a goddamn super soldier, and a pretty one at that, and I was the runt of the Avenger’s litter. There wasn’t much I could do besides make myself invisible. I was the new kid and I was still learning how to fight and I didn’t go on many missions yet and well… I was a potato compared to Bucky Barnes. 

But I accepted this. And I accepted his teasing.

Until one day when the whole team was watching a movie and he teased me a little too much for me to not fight back. This is the story of how I wrapped Bucky Barnes around my little finger. 


The whole team was in their designated corners of the living room, lounging on their choice of furniture. The only person missing was Bucky, but that wasn’t surprising. He was never on time to anything. 

Wanda and I were tucked into a small sofa with Natasha in the middle of us. I was perfectly burritoed in my favorite blanket when the opening credits started.

“Hey, (Y/N), mind if I sit next to ya?”

His voice sent shivers down my spine that I tried my hardest to ignore. 

“Go find another seat, Buck, there’s no room here,” Natasha snarled at him.

“Nah, there’s plenty of room,” he said. Before any of us could respond, he was lifting me up and placing me gently in his lap where he held me tightly around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. I had no doubt he was giving Natasha a victorious smirk. “See?”

“No! Buck, get off!” Wanda whisper shouted as Natasha kicked his legs. 

“Alright, alright,” he said in surrender. He stood up and placed me back on the seat of the couch with a wink. When he straightened himself and looked around the room he asked, “Where the hell am I supposed to sit, then?”

“You were late, so you sit on the floor,” Steve delivered, making me laugh. I lived for Steve’s rare sassy moments. 

Bucky sighed and laid on the floor, stretching himself out and leaning on his elbows. When he was situated, Tony asked him from across the room, “How’s the floor treatin’ ya, Barnes?”

“Just fine,” he answered. Then he looked up at me with his stupid blue eyes and said, “I could use some company though. Wanna join me?”

I rolled my eyes but smiled. “No, see, I have a seat because I wasn’t late.”

He chuckled at that. “That’s alright,” he said before directing his gaze to my bare, crossed legs in front of him. “I like the view from down here anyway,” he said, brushing his rough knuckle against my ankle.

I had to stop my jaw from hitting the ground and I immediately regretted wearing my pajama shorts. Before I could shoot a reply his way, Sam yelled, “Just everyone shut up and watch the damn movie.”

I felt heat rising to my cheeks as I tucked my legs under me and covered them with the blanket. I heard him chuckle from below and I threw a small couch pillow at his head. 

“She fights back!” He said with a fake gasp. “What a sight!” Then he leaned closer to me and said with a low growl, “That turns me on even more than your legs do.”

“Buck. Watch the movie,” Steve warned for what sounded like the last time. 

“Yessir,” Bucky said with a salute. He turned to me and winked one more time before settling on his elbows and concentrating on the movie. 

Once my pulse slowed and the blood ran out of my cheeks, I turned to Natasha and whispered, “Be right back.” She gave me a raised eyebrow, like she knew my exact plan. Damn those Russians for teaching her to practically read minds. 

I quietly climbed over the back of the sofa so I wouldn’t catch Bucky’s attention, and left the room. Once I was outside everyone’s view I stuck my hands out in front of me. With a gulp and a blink, I watched them disappear and snuck back into the living room. 

Once I stood above Bucky, I crouched down behind him. I was surprised my thundering heartbeat didn’t give me away. Time to get some revenge, I thought. 

I slowly lowered my hands onto his shoulders, making him jump and turn to look over his shoulder. When he didn’t see anyone there, I could almost see the cogs turning in his head as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on. I took this as a chance to continue.

I ran my invisible hands forward and down his chest, ignoring how thick and firm he felt under my fingertips- this was about getting him hot and bothered. I felt his breath quake before he spoke. “Natasha, where’s (Y/N)?”

“In the bathroom,” she said. By her voice, I could tell she knew exactly what I was doing and she was happy to have a front row seat. 

I leaned into his neck and felt every muscle in his body tighten. I remembered all the times his flirting had left me flustered and embarrassed and was encouraged to crank it up a notch. I latched onto his ear with my teeth and as my hands neared his belt, he said, “Huh. Are you sure?”

The sound of his raspy voice told me I won this battle. As soon as my hands were there, they were gone and the next time Bucky saw visible me was when I was walking back into the room and jumping on the couch. 

“Buck, you don’t look so good,” I said, giving him a look of fake concern.

“She’s right, man, maybe you should jump in the shower or something,” Steve said. 

“A cold shower,” Natasha mumbled, making Wanda and I giggle. 

Bucky cleared in throat and turned his blue eyes to me. “I think I’m just gonna grab some water. (Y/N), care to join me?” 

“Sure,” I said, winking at Natasha and Wanda and following him to the kitchen. I grabbed two glasses and handed one to him to fill. 

“I didn’t know you played dirty, (Y/N),” he said with a smile, handing me a cup full of water.

“I don’t usually.”

“Well, you seem like a pro to me,” he winked. 

“I just wanted to see you get flustered for a change,” I said before taking a sip.

“Are you kidding?” he asked. Jesus why was he so cute?

No, I’m not kidding! I’m the one who looks stupid all the time, now it’s your turn!” I confessed, playfully slapping his arm while he laughed at me.

“I’m the one who’s stupid. The guys always tease me for how I get around you. I cringe at what comes out of my mouth sometimes.” 

His laugh mixed with mine and echoed off the kitchen tiles. I heard Sam shush us from the other room and burst into a whole new fit of laughter. 

“Alright, how about we stop being stupid around each other? Just go on a regular, non stupid date?” he asked.

“Okay,” I laughed. 

We whispered the details to each other as we walked back into the living room to watch the rest of the movie. Once we both plopped down into our seats, I heard Bucky ask Clint what he missed while he was gone.

“Nothing. This movie is stupid.”

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A Way to You Again: Part 3

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Language, Excessive Drinking

Word Count: 1538

Part One | Part Two

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Ugh. The feels! Also - Bar Harbor is a real town in Maine that I am obsessed with/want to visit terribly! Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request.

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Originally posted by adoringemiliaclarke

Originally posted by adamisstillinhellthankstoyou

Waking up so early ended up being an advantage for me. It usually took over eight hours for me to get from New York City to Bar Harbor. It was a cozy coastal town that I had always found magical with its whimsical shops and beautiful scenery. My family spent most of our summer vacations in the little town when I was younger. During times of distress I somehow always came running back. The cottage itself was small, plain, and old, but to me it had always been perfect. It was nestled on the outskirts of town overlooking the ocean. It was home, and I felt the relief of my sudden return as I pulled onto the beaten gravel driveway.

As I gathered my things from the car I reached out to grab my phone. I had forgotten to turn it off or maybe I had left it on intentionally… I really didn’t know. I looked at the screen – no messages. Part of me felt slightly disappointed, but I highly doubted Tony had had the chance to rat me out since Steve and Bucky were most likely still on their mission. I sighed sadly as I pressed the power button until the screen went blank. If I was going to figure this out without any interference, I needed it off. There was of course the alternative – that I had already figured everything out on the journey here and that maybe I needed to walk away from it all. The thought made my heart sink. No – I wouldn’t go there yet. First I needed rest and copious amounts of alcohol.

I made my way up the uneven path to the house as I lugged all of my bags with me. I struggled with the lock on the door – swearing under my breath as I jiggled my key until I was finally able to open the door. I dropped my bags at the door and stretched wearily. I wasn’t worried about anything other than getting a drink and sleeping. The long drive had left me stiff and exhausted. I was worried that the main source of my exhaustion was the creeping sadness that I was trying to keep at bay. I knew I needed to think about what had happened the night before and what I had discovered this morning, but it was too new – too raw for me to process rationally. I ran my hand down my face as I wearily stumbled into the small kitchen. I opened the cabinet where my dad had kept his collection of odd coffee mugs from our various trips and reached towards the back – sighing with relief as I procured the bottle of whiskey that I had hidden for myself. I took the bottle with me as I made my way to one of the tiny bedrooms on the other side of the cottage. Luckily – since I paid for someone to maintain the cottage while I was away – it looked just as I had left it before joining the Avengers. I plopped myself onto the bed and snuggled my way under the blankets before unscrewing the cap of the bottle and taking a swig.

I was finding it impossible to not think about Bucky, and the night before. The feeling of his lips against my skin. How he laughed breathlessly as he teased me relentlessly. The way he had looked at me… like he had never wanted something so much in his life. The way he told me I was beautiful – the words dripping with admiration. I sighed to myself before taking several more swigs from the bottle. Of course all of these memories were tinged with self-doubt and a feeling of betrayal because of Nat’s revelation. Had he said the same things to her? Had he looked at her the same way? Did he still feel something for her – was that why he hadn’t been overly keen on being open about us with the others? Each thought called for a few more drinks. The stinging sensation of the alcohol as it made its way down my throat was much more preferable than the heartache I was currently feeling. I kept drinking until I drifted to sleep. Unfortunately, my mind seemed set on not letting me have a moment’s reprieve from my self-imposed misery.


My dream seemed to be a video montage of Bucky and I’s greatest hits. While the memories swirled into a blur the dream centered around the first time Bucky and I had spent the night alone together in Stark tower. It had been a month since Bucky had kissed me for the first time, and I was ecstatic to have time alone with him without the threat of someone accidentally interrupting. Bucky seemed to be absolutely bursting with nervous energy as the others prepared to leave for a weekend mission. Steve had been the first to notice after Bucky had accidentally tripped on a rug, as he was pacing in the common room, causing a slew of profanity to spill from his mouth while I tried to muffle my laughter.

“You…eh…you okay there, Buck? You seem nervous…” Steve had asked uneasily.

“No… no I am fine. Don’t worry about it, Steve,” Bucky was just a little too adamant with his response which made Steve chuckle under his breath.

“Suit yourself,” Steve replied. “We’ll see you guys next week,” he called as the others entered the elevator. Tony was still demanding that we didn’t trash the place in his absence as the elevator doors closed.

“Finally!” Bucky exclaimed as he threw his hands up in the air dramatically.

“Are you… are you okay?” I asked through giggles. He answered my question with his famous lopsided grin. The one that made me feel like I could have my way with him then and there – consequences be damned. “What’s gotten into you?” His behavior wasn’t very Bucky-like.

“Never mind that! You stay in here… you are banned from the kitchen until further notice. Promise you won’t come in?” he asked sincerely.

I chuckled at this remark. “Um Bucky… I’m pretty sure Tony banned me from the kitchen after the first meal I attempted to make for everyone,” I grinned at him sheepishly as I remembered the whole cooking fiasco. In my defense I had told them I was a terrible cook.

Bucky laughed at that. “Okay… Just wait out here and I will come and get you in a little while… promise?” he asked sweetly.

“Cross my heart,” I smiled back. He left the room beaming as I turned my attention back to my book.

A few hours passed – Bucky would occasionally pop out of the kitchen to see what I was doing and then eventually make his was back to continue his secret operations. Finally, he came out of the kitchen with a giant grin plastered on his face. I smiled back at him – his smiles were always contagious.

“If you will follow me, please,” he said formally as he offered his arm to me. I giggled at him and stood up from the couch, hooking my arm in his. As we entered the dining room I gasped. Bucky had prepared an entire meal – homemade fettuccine,  breadsticks made from scratch, and a fresh salad all covered the table. He seated me at the table and poured both of us a glass of wine. I smiled at him sweetly as he handed me mine, before taking his place across the table from me.

“So he cooks?” I raised an eyebrow playfully as I brought the glass to my lips.

He chuckled. “Doll, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me. I just wanted to do something for you. It’s the first time we’ve been able to just walk around this tower and act the way we actually want to…. And do whatever it is that we’re thinking,” he grinned slyly at me as he paused.

“What is it that you’re actually thinking?” I asked coyly.

“Of doing this,” he whispered as he leaned over the table to kiss me. It was sweet but urgent, and he pulled away too soon. “Consider this our first official date,” he added as he winked at me playfully.

I couldn’t help but smile. It was one the kindest things anyone had done for me in a very long time. “Bucky…. Thank you,” I whispered shyly across the table.

“Well don’t thank me until after you’ve tried it,” he laughed.


I woke up with a start. For a moment I was happy, but the moment gave way to bitterness as my brain reasoned with itself – it had just been a dream. A flashback to happier days. That night had been the first night that Bucky had told me I was beautiful. It was also the first night that he truly began to open up to me about his struggles with his past. Ever since then we had harbored a deeper connection between each other. Tears fell bitterly from my eyes as the bed shifted from the weight of someone else laying beside me.

I turned over slowly and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you for coming,” I whispered before falling to pieces.


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Stable Boy

Eric x Reader


“You can’t expect us to get along with them, they don’t want peace.” You hissed at Johanna who sighed.

“(Y/N), please, things are delicate enough as they are, just be polite to him.” She begged, greeting Max as she motioned for you to join Eric.

“We’ll try and be quick.” She promised before jerking your head towards Eric who was walking around the stables.

“You know they’re horses, the wont attack.” You tutted and pointed to his gun.

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Chapter 999! 

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Make Her A Stark~Part 2 - Rob Stark x Reader

Thank you for the amazing feedback guys!! So I think I am going to make this a 3 part imagine instead of a 2 part and if you guys like it maybe a mini series!? I am not too sure about this part so please, please let me know!! sorry if it is not as good as part 1 

PART 1  PART 3


Originally posted by winterfellskingdom

“Rob!” He could hear his mother shouting over his sword clashing with the target over and over. After the third shout, he finally stopped, 

“What?” He snapped. All his mind could focus on was how you were lying so sick with goodness knows what and he hadn’t even been able to show how he really felt. 

“What in the seven hells are you doing?” She asked calmly but firmly, 

“She’s sick. So incredibly sick.” His mother knew this. It was why she wanted to talk to her this morning - to ask her to return home for a few months to get well again. Se was too late but with Robb’s words, she understood everything her poor boy was going through. 

“You like her,” Catelyn smirked. When Robb was young, he was adamant that he would never love a silly girl - he was such a typical young boy. Of course, as he grew older his rule became less appealing and girls became more so. But still, his mother would never forget that little boy who wanted nothing more than to be strong like his father. 

In turn, he never believed he would fall so fast. He had believed for such a long time that his freedom would end in an arranged marriage with no love. Never did he think he would find someone he loved truly. “I do not doubt that she would be a wonderful wife,”

“And why do I sense you do not approve?”

“I do my son, but as you said she is sick. If her fever overcomes her…” He did not let her finish, 

“Don’t you dare.” Robb almost growled, gripping his sword tighter. 

In 7 weeks he had fallen in love and never again could he imagine his life without your rosy cheeks blushing when you spoke to him, or your calming voice on late night walks. How you would admire him when you thought he could not see. Each little action gave him hope that you returned his feelings. Of course he would show off a little to you (as noticed by Jon and Arya a few times - much to his torment) but never had his heart felt so full than when he was gazing upon you - whether it be across the yard or at dinner, imagining how you would look beside him, leading with him instead of being so far away.

“Robb, the nurses believe it is severe hypothermia. There is almost no coming back from that.” Robb remained silent, seething with anger, “Her breathing is shallow already, it is down to her to last the night.” 

Robb fell to a stool nearby in defeat rubbing his eye with his palm and dropping his sword, “She is my dream. She makes me who I am, and holding her hand in mine was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, she can’t go, even if she told me to move on I wouldn’t be able to, believe me, but I can’t live in a world where she isn’t a part of my life and I’m scared that if I move on she won’t be anymore.”


Robb snuck up to your room that night. A young nurse had been left with you to dab a warm washcloth across your pale forehead. 

“Leave us”

“My lord, I cannot. The lady hasn’t been conscious for hours,”  Robb’s heart broke a little, “I must stay with her…”

“I shall take over.” His sternness made her follow his order reluctantly, handing him the washcloth and curtseying as she left. He looked over at you, your chest barely moving with only small breaths and your head thrashed a little every so often in your unconscious state. 

Moving to your side he ignored the small stool and sat beside you, taking your hand in his and running his thumb over the back of your freezing hand. He noticed that you still had his furs around you as well as many others, but his were still there wrapped tightly around your weak frame. 

He knew it was wrong, he didn’t have your permission, but you needed to be warm so carefully, he removed the covers from around you and lied beside you, moving you against him slowly and placing the covers around the both of you. He once again took your hand and, even in your unconscious state, you seemed to squeeze lightly. He didn’t know if he was imagining it but he prayed to the gods that he didn’t. He smiled to himself, 

“I know I shouldn’t but I miss you.” He began speaking, he didn’t know if you could hear him - probably not but maybe, “I miss your voice, I miss your laugh, I miss your smile and your hugs. I miss our old conversations. I miss you so much and I hate how I cannot help you. Please don’t let go. I know it is selfish of me, my (y/n) - It is selfish to call you mine and to want you to return to me but I need you, my (y/n). There’s just something about you I’m scared to lose, because I know I won’t find it in anyone else.” You moved into his warmth your head touching his shoulder and making his heart swell, “I know you don’t think you have a family. Not a caring family, but you do! You have us and I will be damned if that gets taken from you because gods do I want to make you a Stark but you have to pull through.” A tear nearly left his eye but he wouldn’t allow it. 

His hand came up to brush through your hair that had been let out of its plaits and as he did so he heard you mumble and slur his name a little. He knew he hadn’t imagined it that time - you were coming back to him. Robb allowed his hopes to rocket as he pressed a kiss to your forehead as you mumbled again, “Shh, my love, keep your energy. I’ve got you now.”

“Don’t leave me.” Those three words were enough to let that small tear slip, falling into your hair, 

“Never, my darling. Never.” 


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On The Edge

Summary: While Sam and Dean try to beat Lucifer to Cas and Kelly, you’re left behind with Crowley who isn’t acting like himself. 

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Word count: 6975 (Honest to Chuck, I was shooting for 3k)

Warnings/Tags: Season 12 Spoilers (if you haven’t watched the finale you can technically still read this and come out with the general gist, but you’ll definitely be missing out on some things), smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), foreplay, ummm, filth? (Jesus, how did Crowley come out with tamer tags than Gabe?) a little bit of everything as far as feels go (fluff, angst, humor)

Written for my 100/200 follower celebration  

Requested by: @devilsnevercry1388
Quote: “This must be what going mad feels like.”
Kink:  Surprise Sex

Author’s Note:  The poetry Crowley uses is from Part II of Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.  They are my absolute favorite lines from that entire piece and just jumped into my head as I was writing this.  

Special thanks to: To my wonderfully amazing beta @sumara62, aka my Jedi Master wise in ways of the force and the comma.  You don’t just catch my mistakes, you help me bring to life what I’m trying to convey and I am grateful you know what my wordy ass is trying to say ;)   I also want to thank the lovely @blondecoffeecake for keeping my muse fed and helping me take a direction in this story when I got stuck.  Oh, and extra thanks for the future crack fic.  Probably coming around Christmas.  

Tagging everyone at the end 

The world sits on the edge of a precipice, the Winchesters scrambling to keep it from toppling over.  You, on the other hand, sit back at the bunker, arguing with a rather pissed off Crowley who does not like having his hand attached to the furniture.  Not that you blame him.  You’d be a little miffed if your friends got a little stabby as well.  

It doesn’t matter how many times you tell Dean not to leave you with the king of Hell.  You might as well be telling him that one day Sam will die.  It skitters across his radar before he deftly bats it far out into the stratosphere where reminders of his own mortality have taken up residence.  For the most part, you’ve been able to avoid any close, direct contact, but everyone’s luck has to run out sometime.   

You just hope yours is the only one that does today.    

The problem isn’t that you don’t like Crowley or you think he’s a danger.  It’s that you don’t know how you feel about him.  The last few years have been especially confusing, the boundaries blurring between ally and enemy, and he’s taken to walking that fine line of cooperation until it benefits him to step off again.  The uncertainty puts you in dangerous territory, walking something equally as thin and fragile and you don’t know anyone in their right mind who would want to star in a tightrope act without having a safety net in place. 

Yet, out the door your friends run, though you can’t be mad at them.  Not only are they trying to stop the devil and save the world, but leaving you behind is their way of protecting you.  Leaving Crowley, however, is the one thing they are doing to cover their own hides, and you can’t blame them after the secrets the demon has kept.   

Though it does leave you with a royal pain in the ass.    

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Ephemeral (Part 3/4)

Pairings: Tony Stark X Reader,Steve Rogers X Reader

Requested By: @wannabe-weasley

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It was a few days after the incident now. Two weeks specifically.  The first few days you had locked yourself up in the room,not talking to or meeting anyone. Tony had been your only source of communication and food during those days.  He had been such a sweetheart and had stayed with you most of the time. Both of you binge watched various shows,and caught up on the latest movie releases,along with a whole lot of stress eating. It was great how during that time Tony had not once mentioned Steve,instead he just occasionaly asked you how you were feeling and whether you needed anything. Tony was a great factor in helping you move on. The wedding however was still not called off and something had to be done about it soon,as guests were invited from all over the world,along with the media. It was Captain America and Y/Superhore/N’s wedding after all,little did they know.

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Part 5. Fires and Cure-all Stews (Final Part)

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Fireman!Dean x Reader

A/N: This is an AU inspired by the namesake movie. It doesn’t follow the same storyline, just the main concept. 

A/N2: For those of you who read Fate, yes, the vintage clock in this fic is the same one. *wink*

Summary: Dean gets dumped and apparently it’s all your fault. That’s why he and Charlie decide that a little payback is not gonna hurt and, if it does, well… then it’s just karma.

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My Check, Please! Survey Paper has finally been completed (and graded 0_0)

thank you again to all the contributors, some of the stuff you guys wrote genuinely made me cry. the way you all opened up about your feelings and life experiences just reminds me why we all love this comic so much. 

the good news is… i got a 95%!!! and my professor recommended that since this paper had a 5 page limit (i still wrote 6 *cough* nerd *cough*) i should revisit the topic for a senior seminar paper once i have the chance to do some even more extensive research!! remind me again how i lucked out into a major that allows me to do research papers on our gay hockey hell?

anyway, i *THINK* i have everyone on this list (except for a few people who for some reason i wasn’t able to tag and will be DMing), so if i forgot anyone i am incredibly sorry and i still appreciate you!!! here’s the list of bloggers who answered my survey questions, and the paper is below the read more. let me know what you guys think, and what i should talk about in my next paper! 

@des-zimbits, @itsacpsideblog, @omgpieplease, @tdkeh, @bittysbetterbootybureau, @ittybittyzimmermann, @thehockeyhaus, @kent-parsons-cowlick, @star-of-the-anime, @ladymajavader, @tahleeur, @thatlittleauberginebitch, @accidentallyblah, @emilyisabadger, @freelancertexas, @dragonsspire, @piesandfalcs, @long-live-the-crystal-princess, @cryingfandomtrash, @irritatedismymiddlename, @miscgays, @myonetruebutt, @beejohnlocked, @chilldexie, @striffyisme, @tomuchfangirling, @silverthroatednightingale, @taeldonkyriin, @cabeswaterswolf, @mycroftholmesiscuteaf, @offbrandratatouillemovie, @welcometothebakaparade, @addicted-to-t-e-a, @whothehellisjessicajones, @oonabashed, @blushing-bumblebee, @fancychopsticks, @melancholydandelion, @dauphinedolphin, @bubblegumbaseballboy, @ravenofathena, @believememylove, @bittybaking, @enzoctopus, @thequeerkhaleesi, @earthbender-nursey, @jewishtango, @wetwellie, @sadquebecois, @peypeymh, @awfulruby, @mkaybuddy, @redporkpadthai, @jazzisabatmanfan, @connor-mcbaevid, @klimpaloon-loves-superwholock, @eve-baird, @bakingsouthernbelle, @ohjustletmewriteinpeace, @omg-bannana

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evak drabble thing

this is kinda based off of @ravenclawisak ‘s tags on this post ! idk if this is it or if i’ll add to it but!! lmk if you guys like it and maybe i’ll make it a real deal thing & also thank you @nnooorraa for proofreading this and fixing my shitty grammar!!

MONDAY 04:37

Isak can’t sleep. It’s not like he was expecting to - most nights are the same; he “goes to bed” around 11 and lies awake on his phone scrolling through twitter, instagram, facebook, snapchat. Twitter, instagram, facebook, snapchat. Again and again and again, until he feels his eyes start to sting, which is when the real misery begins.

His phone now relegated to the floor, Isak tries to go to sleep. He tosses and turns, and stares at the ceiling, his bedside table, the ceiling again, caught in a circle of just… being And being, and being, constantly and it is… exhausting. But his brain won’t rather, can’t- shut off. So here he is at 4 in the fucking morning hunkered over scribbling frantically in his lab notebook. Just when he was about to fall asleep, he’d jerked his eyes open and sat bolt upright, remembering his lab on agarose gel electrophoresis (whatever the fuck that is) was due tomorrow (ok well, today technically). Uttering curses under his breath, Isak had grabbed his lab book from his backpack and begun to work on his report. Isak had gone from irritated from lack of sleep to downright angry when he finally finishes his conclusion, slamming his lab book closed and throwing it dramatically on the floor. He flops over onto his side, and cocoons himself in his duvet. Normally, he can clock in a couple hours each night if he focuses on his breathing enough, his thoughts consisting merely of in, out. In, out. It was starting to work, and he could finally feel the glue of drowsiness start to stick his eyelids shut, when…

“Oh, what the fuck,” Isak groans, twisting onto his side and pulling the duvet over his head.

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Predawn Novels

Pairings: David 8 x Reader
Words: 1168
Warnings: Fluff, implied smut
Summary: David understood his feelings towards the reader and is willing to risk opening up to her.
A/N: I finally saw Alien: Covenant and as promised, I am back with another David 8 story. I am amazed by all the positive feedback I got, so this is for everyone who left nice comments on my previous chapters! Thank you guys, you’re the reason more parts are being transferred to paper!


Originally posted by ballroomblitzkrieg

I closed my eyes and let the hot water wash off the tiredness and stress that’s built up during this godforsaken day. It was one of those when everyone seems to be pissed about something and fights are unavoidable. Charlie and Elizabeth were at each other’s throats the whole time, Janek yelled at me for doing my job and Meredith, well, she was even more bitter than usually. 

I left the bridge at 4 am because we couldn’t get anything done earlier. I didn’t even bother to say good night to anybody, I was so fed up with them that I could swear I would rather take a stroll outside the ship. And possibly stay there for a while.

But since this was obviously out of the question I had to settle for more civilized methods than killing them all.

The warmth and isolation were doing miracles to my mental and physical condition. Despite lateness, my body had found new layers of vital energy and the world around stopped looking so dull after all.

After what felt like few minutes at most I finally forced myself to leave the safe zone and step into the harsh world once again. I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my body. The floor was stone cold compared to my skin. I hissed at the sensation and fought off the urge to jump back into the shower cabin. Honestly, those little acts of bravery and strong will were never getting the recognition they truly deserved.

I walked past the mirror, briefly glancing at my own reflection. I could see the bloodshot eyes and dark circles around them. All because of few bad words heard from people I cared so deeply for. I was hoping that the next day we will clear the air with simple jokes and bittersweet remarks on how there’s no way to be mad at each other for a longer period of time. I smiled at the image that was already so sharp in my head.

I left the bathroom in a much better mood and the intention to fall asleep as fast as possible.

My plans were suddenly interrupted by a person standing in my bedroom.

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Jaebum x Reader [featuring GOT7 x BTS]  →  angel!au / demon!au
Warning: violence, language, & mentions/descriptions of death

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A/N: chapters are updated every Friday

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For anon…enjoy!

“Charles, please,” Y/N cooed, gripping his hand, “You mustn’t think like this.”
“Like what?” he scoffed, “Rationally? I can’t walk, Y/N. The only way I can is if…is if I give up my power.”

Y/N lowered her gaze. This was not the first conversation the pair had about Charles giving up his telepathy. Granted, Hank had attempted to reason with the former professor as well, however; those usually ended in arguments. The woman smoothed her thumbs over his hands. She understood it was the most difficult decision he ever had to make. Y/N knew all about that. She raised her gaze to meet his, a warmer tone seeping into her voice.

“Charles.”
He met her gaze.
“Go into my mind.”
He knit his brows. “What?”

You had once requested that, if the two of you were to be together, he wouldn’t read your thoughts without your permission.

“It’s all right, love. I want to show you something.”

You closed your eyes. Charles remained still for a moment, perplexed by the sudden request. After a moment of stillness, the telepath closed his eyes and entered her mind. He smiled at her mental self, causing Y/N to return the gesture. She stepped toward him, reaching out her hand.

“Take my hand.”

He followed instructions. The moment his hand held hers, he was overcome with a scene of the past. He watched as Y/N was lying on the floor, a wheelchair behind her. Tears stained her sallow features. Her usually bright eyes were dull with something that Charles recognized as hopelessness.

“The pain you feel, I have felt before. There was an accident where I suffered a seemingly hopeless amount of nerve damage.”

In between her words, Charles could hear the memory cry out in pain. He watched, tears brimming, as Y/N tried to crawl across the floor and toward her bed. She paused as more tears fell from her cheeks to the floor. He watched her door open and her mother sprint inside. Y/N started to scream at her mother.

“I blamed everyone and everything I could. But honestly, I only felt lost.”

Charles wiped a tear from his eye. He turned toward Y/N. She was staring at the memory as well.

“Why are you showing me this?”

She nodded back toward the same spot. Instead of the scene from before, he saw Y/N holding onto parallel bars. It appeared to be in the middle of the night. Her face was covered in a sheen of sweat as she stumbled halfway. Her body dipped momentarily. She let out a loud groan, gripping the bars tighter. Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself up higher.

“At one point, I realized I couldn’t run from my pain. I couldn’t place blame on anyone. The only thing I could do was push on: mentally and physically. I’d have gone mad otherwise.”

The memory dissipated. Charles, still holding her hand, turned to face his girlfriend. Tears were freely falling down his face. With her free hand, Y/N wiped some of them away. She offered him a compassionate smile.

“I know that, unless you take that medicine, you probably won’t walk again,” she admitted, “but, you’re strong, Charles. You can heal in other ways.”
“What of my legs?” he shakily whispered, “What good am I if I can’t walk?”
Y/N pulled him into an embrace. “You are all the good the world needs. You can teach, you can use your gift to help. You can be you.”

Charles closed his eyes as the two of them left her mind. Their bodies had mimicked their mental selves and were embracing. Charles nuzzled into her shoulder as she held him tighter. She doubted he had made up his mind, but she knew she’d be there for him either way.

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Two weeks pass since her final day at school and Riley is back in her old New York apartment. She’d only been back in the country for the day and there were already boxes sprawled across her room, just like the day she left. 

It’s weird, to just ‘pick up where she left off’. Riley already knew she wouldn’t be able to slot into her old life like nothing happened. Even though on paper that’s essentially what she was doing. Same apartment, same school, same after school hang out spot, even most of the same friends. That misplaced feeling she had during her visit in Spring Break returns, the one Riley predicated she’d have until she readjusts. Strangeness aside she’s ultimately relieved to be back. 

It’s late - late for Riley at least - just after 10pm. Riley had briefly seen the two geniuses and Zay when she arrived. Of course Maya was there too but she stayed long after their other friends left. The blonde practically handcuffed herself to the brunette the moment she landed. Riley quickly became overwhelmed with the new-old life change and during dinner Riley delicately tried to hint at Maya to leave so she could have a moment alone to process things. Too excited to have her best friend back Maya wasn’t catching on but luckily Topanga picked up on it and suggested that Riley gets an early nights sleep. Alone. Making light of it of course Topanga tells the very pouty blonde that she has nothing to worry about because Riley was back and they had forever to spend with each other. 

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Don’t Leave Me

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Pairing: John x Reader, Dean
Word count: 1,212

Part 4 of Winchester Losses


Feeling you shift against him, he pulled you close, enjoying the scent of your shampoo. “John, did you remember to give the boys the alarm passcode?” You asked, half-asleep.

“Uh….” He thought. “I don’t remember.”

You sighed and opened your eyes enough to reach over to your nightstand and grab your phone. “You’re going to start taking less hours at the garage, Mr. Winchester.” You shot him a teasing look.

John watched you as you quickly texted, enjoying your bedhead. You were on your back, as gorgeous as ever. “How’d I get so damn lucky?” He grinned as you blushed.

Putting your phone back, you turned to face him. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in the motel with you, but he figured that must have been some strange dream. “I’ve asked myself every day since we met.” You kissed him gently.

His lips moved against yours, his hand on your lower back. “What time are they getting here?” His voice was low, and you knew the look in his eyes well.

“They’ll be here about lunchtime.” You reminded him. “Sam and Jess are getting here early, though. I’m running to the store with her for some last minute things, and you and Sam can start the grill.” John groaned lightly, knowing that him and Sam butted heads like there was no tomorrow. “John Winchester, that is your son, and he’s excited that the little boy they’re adopting will be here next week. He wants to celebrate with his family.” You told him firmly, watching him smirk at you getting all riled up.

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“We Have Lost America to the Irish!” – How Steve Rogers is completely, 100%, to the bone, an Irishman

In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I am going to rant on Steve Rogers and Irish identity :)

I’ve seen more stuff on Steve speaking Irish Gaelic as his first language than on his actual cultural heritage that would have shaped the kind of person he is, so I wanted to fill in the void a bit.

There’s lots of discussion as to why Steve is the way he is, and the fact that he’s an Irishman never gets any credit, even though most major elements of his character can be seen in the Irish character.  This is from an MCU perspective, because I don’t have the funds for comics :(

Before we get started, disclaimer: I am nearly 80% Irish, had a nana that loved doing research into her family’s heritage so my Irish roots are mush stronger than the average Irish American, and still have family living there.  I’m not trying to offend anyone.  I am doing this for perspective on what one of my favorite characters probably experienced, which probably played a huge role in shaping his view on the world.

The Irish are prone to laugh off people making jokes about us, because we have a sense of humor and can see ourselves for what we are.   We’re very self-depreciating.

Who else is self-depreciating?  Steve.

Steven Grant Rogers is the archetypical Irishman.  He’s feisty, rebellious.  He’s stubborn, argumentative, has a lightning-fast retort always at the tip of his tongue.  Steve is dedicated to liberty and justice, not because he’s an American, but because he’s Irish.

There is not an ounce of doubt in my mind that, even without proper canonical conformation, Steve is the Irish Catholic son of two Irish immigrants.  (Yes, his dog tags said “P”, but either that’s an oversight of the prop department or Steve not seeing a point in making a fuss over something like religion.  I don’t have many good Catholic characters that I know well, so please don’t take Catholic Steve from me.)

His view on women didn’t come from nowhere.  Maybe he has some internalized misogyny, all of us do, but he tries to move past what little he does have.  He’s got the Irish perspective on gender roles: men, while the breadwinners and heads of house, were the ones who tore families apart, with excess drinking and brawling.  Women ran the house and held the family together in the face of the men’s failings.  I’m not saying that’s the right way families should be, but at the heart, Steve knows how much stronger women are than me.

Hell, if you look at the list of his medical problems, most if not all are fairly common ailments among the Irish.  Heart problems, asthma, scoliosis, everything I’ve seen listed as a problem for him is something I can connect to a close relative (I read the list off to my mother, and every answer was a resounding “Yes!”)  

As for all the fevers he contracted, well, a poverty-stricken widowed immigrant would have had a difficult time putting food on the table, much less procuring medicine.  Sarah probably accelerated her own death by giving her food to Steve.  Sarah was either the daughter or granddaughter of people who survived An Gorta Mor, so she understood hunger.  Steve grew up knowing just how close starvation and sickness are.  Yet you don’t see him locking himself away.  He’s lonely, yes, but never bored.

Life isn’t lived on a time table.  Life is about making the best of what you have, and making good memories.  Yes, a lot of Steve’s daring comes from his depression, but I think it’s a way of trying to regain that zest for life.  Steve’s trying to make his life worthwhile, worth living, and maybe the only way he feels alive anymore is with the adrenaline rush.

So yeah, Steve loves adrenalin, he loves his job in certain ways.  How many Irish people are cops, firefighters, and soldiers?  They have an urgency to life, but something else as well: a passion for justice.

The love of the law for the Irish goes back to the Brehon Laws, the codes of societal conduct set up in ancient Ireland.  They’re endlessly fascinating, and funny at times, but they’re fair.  Irish society is built to kindness and compassion, but are harsh but fair on those who don’t respect society.  And any punishment is intended to teach the wrongdoer their fault, and insure they didn’t do it again.  The distinction between justice and the law is now blurred, but the respect for the law has not wavered, and anyway, the Irish have no qualms about not following an unjust law.  (“Yessir”, than goes and does what he thinks is right?)

A large part of Irish identity is the longing for freedom, the ability to be independent of oppressors.  The Irish national anthem, “A Soldier’s Song”, has a line in the chorus that reads: “Sworn to be free, no more our ancient sireland shall shelter the despot or the slave.”

The Irish are fighters, not killers.  We love to fight, but it’s a natural urge.  While areas while high Irish demographics would have high numbers of fights, murder was a rare occurrence.  “I don’t want to kill anyone.  I don’t like bullies.”  Steve understands the need to fight for what he believes in, but killing isn’t a natural solution.  The Irish fight out their differences,  then move on.  A person being able to keep his head up, even during a beating, was a guy that was considered worthwhile to the Irish.  But America doesn’t exactly have those same values.

And as for the Irish’s place in America?  It didn’t start with An Gorta Mor.  British politicians blamed Irishmen for inciting the American Colonies to rebel, one even claiming “We’ve lost America to the Irish!”  When the famine hit, suddenly there was an excess of unskilled labor, and immigrant men were put to building projects.  Skyscrapers, railroads, the Brooklyn Bridge, all were built primarily with Irish hands, and on Irish bones.   As soon as they emigrated, the Irish were just as willing to die for America as Ireland.

While maybe they might have griped a bit, never would any Irish person ever complain about hard work like that.  They had escaped from a homeland that, though beloved, was a place of suffering, hardship, and oppression.  Even terrible conditions were preferable from the past horrors they had experienced.

Steve refuses to seek out help in the 21st Century.  Sure, he complains a bit about Fury, but the only reason he heads to the VA is to see Sam.  Steve appreciates what care they give other vets, but never would he consider seeking help for himself.  Steve has seen people who are worse off than him.  Steve is the type to refuse to properly bind a sprained ankle, because someone might have a broken ankle, and they should be helped first.

I think it also connects to the overly-generous and self-sacrificing nature that is instilled into every native Irish person from birth.  It was law in Ancient Ireland that you should extend hospitality to any guest or friend who asked it of you.  There were no inns; you simply stopped by the next house and they would give you their best.  

The greatest thing Jesus taught according to Irish tradition, was “There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.”

“To lay down on the wire and let the other guy crawl over you”, anyone?

Now, the Irish love to argue, but it’s never pointless, or without merit.  The Irish are famed for their wit, their extraordinarily perceptive, cutting wit.  I could preach forever on the differences between Tony Stark: Man vs. Persona, but what little interaction they have had, and with the persona in full-effect, Steve still manages to see the chinks in Tony’s mental armor.  Yes, they both are terrible to each other, but the reason that scene is so heartbreaking is that it’s true, in a sense, but they both can see it in themselves.

But when the engine is blown and Tony sets off to fix it, what does Steve do?  He does his best to help.  Even though he has doubts about Tony’s moral character, he follows him without a second thought.  Why?  Despite any personal issue you might have with another person, if someone is in need of help, you help.  

And what happens when the person is a friend?  Friends are an extend part of an Irish family.  Being surrounded by good friends was the mark of a successful life and a good man.  The Irish are “gentle in friendship, fierce in battle”.  We’ll fight, but it’s for what matters most.

And what is most important to an Irish person?  Above freedom, above justice, above compassion?

Home.

Not a building.  A family, friends that are practically family.  A place where you are accepted, belong, and are loved.

“Isn’t that why we fight?  So we can go home?”

For Tony, it’s a place.  For Steve, it’s a social construct.

I love the idea of Steve speaking Gaelic, but you know what I love more?  


• Sarah having to leave her family behind so she could make a better life for herself
• Sarah crying after seeing Fastnet Rock disappear (the last piece of Ireland emigrants ever saw), then turning and focusing on the American flag
• Sarah and Joseph bonding over never seeing their mothers again
• Sarah being born Sorcha, and electing to change her name to the English equivalent so she could get a job
• Joseph griping about “just getting off the boat and turning right around”, but signing up for service in WWI anyway
• Sarah making sure her son had a good American name, but still calling him Saoirse, because he was her child of freedom
• Sarah regaling her son with her stories of her childhood spent in the country, and teasing her city-boy son that he would never survive on a farm
• Sarah crying over the letter her cousin sent her telling her that her mother died because they couldn’t afford medicine
• Sarah taking Steve to church to pray for the newly-formed Irish Free State
• Sarah teaching her son that he can be both Irish and American
• Steve getting into his first fight because someone called him Mick
• Steve getting into fights anytime anyone calls him or his mother Mick
• Steve getting into fights anytime calls anyone a derogatory term for their race
• Steve hating bullies because people can’t control what they are or where they come from
• Steve never even blinking at the idea of working with a woman, because men wreaked families while women kept the together
• Steve never even blinking at the idea of working with a black man, because he knows what it’s like to be considered incapable because of your parents
• Steve making sure Hydra soldiers got medical treatment, if he could
• Steve finding that large family that he always wanted but never had
• Captain America being proud of the fact that he’s an immigrant story, and wanting to be an inspiration for others who see America as a place to be free and have a home after living in hardship
• Steve singing his child to sleep with Irish folk songs, because that’s what his mother sang to him

DWTS24 Cast Announcement and why Simone Biles won’t win.

Do you feel it? The anticipation, the desire, the lust for shirtless foreign men mixed with the scent of sweat dripping on hardwood?

YOU’RE GODDAMN RIGHT YOU DO. BECAUSE IT’S TIME FOR ANOTHER SEASON OF OUR FAVORITE SHOW WE LOVE TO RIP APART SINCE THIS IS OUR VERSION OF THE GODDAMN NFL.

IT’S TIME FOR MY RECAP OF THE DWTS SEASON 24 CAST ANNOUNCEMENT. BASK IN MY DISPLAY OF EXCITEMENT VIA CAPS LOCK. HERE WE GO, KIDS.

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People To Block in the HxH Tumblr Community

If you are new to hunterxhunter. Here are some people you should block so you can have a great experience. 

(My last call out was unprofessional and messy. So for Uncle’s I revised here. Please, I would never make these things up unless I was certain that it did happen and upon further research and painfully going through a archive. Some things were deleted in Uncle’s blog. So if I could link it, I would. She does have a knack for deleting her posts. Some things are and were very nasty, but I can warn you all about the things she did do as well the other two who have things still up on their blogs that even you guys can find. So let’s start with the first troll and reason on why to block her.)

@hyskoa-mourououu (Is a side blog) or @virginympho who is now @dehlicate
(Where she posts everything about herself. Why does she treat Tumblr like Facebook or Twitter?)

Reasons:

  • The first reason is simple. She pretended to be my friend, @whimsical-hisoka​, @Sexyclowndaddy and @schwing-stars​‘s friend just to use us to get information out of us. To tell to her friends and she did admit that she did contribute to making the drama worse. The private things that Whimsical trusted her with, she did screenshot and show her friends everything. Then she has the nerve to make a post saying:

    “I am more purer then you.”

    Which for a fact she was referring to Whimsical and the very touchy topics that were said in their chats. That is what Whimsical told me when she saw that post more then 3 weeks ago. I could careless if I get a apology, but Whimsical is the one who deserves one. She felt safe and confident that her info was secure, but it was leaked out faster then popped balloon. :0I

  • Second reason, she gets angry at anyone who does not see it her way. It’s my way or the highway. If you do not see it as such then prepare to be fucked. Once she told me that a girl who disagreed with her on a fictional character. She got so angry at this girl’s response that she wanted to bash this girl’s face into a table just to shut her up. Now the girl had every right to say she did not like that character. Just as anyone else who has their own opinions. 

  • Third Reason, she actually believes, Hisoka is in love with her. She is so obsessed with him that she gets jealous on whoever calls him their bea, boyfriend or their husband. She literally admits this in her blog. Also, if I remember correctly she admitted it to me and Whimsical as well. Like Hisoka is fictional. He is not real. She needs to get out of lala land. I adore Hisoka very much maybe obsessed with him too, but not to the point where I get jealous at someone who likes him as much as me. Sharing is caring, right? Appreciate him as a character not as a object.

  • Forth reason, from what one of her followers told me. She threatened to send her 16 year old brother at us. To beat the shit out of us while she watches and as I recall in her post to be seen slitting throats. Now this isn’t the first time she wanted to harm someone. She has gotten into fights for supposedly beating down a bully, but was she the bully in turn? I am not sure. I cannot trust whatever she says since she pretended to be our friend. Also, hiding behind her own brother who is a child. When she is almost 20. A grown as woman who says were being childish? I am not seeing the connection. 

  • Fifth reason, she deems herself higher then others. She acts like she is it. She in the back of her mind thinks she is better then you. She is very two-faced. She will pretend to like you, but she never did. Honestly, deep down I was very wary about her, but tried to give her a chance. During our supposed friendship, most of the time I was the one saying hello. How are you doing? She never once even tried. The last we spoke was during our little drama 3 weeks ago. Last she told me was when I called her out. It was a messy call out unorganized, but a call out nonetheless. The things that were said were:

    No one cares about your opinions.
    No one cares if you exist here. 
    This is tumblr get use to it.
    As my last act of ‘KINDNESS’, I will block you.
    I never was here to make friends, I was here for the drama, I am a nosy bitch and I love it. And you were a hoot. Byeeeee….
    I am tired of you, you are tiring. 
  • Now, these things did hurt, but knowing she was not here to even try to be friends or try to get to know us. It did hurt, I did want to be friends with her, but to me it was a great weight off my own shoulders. So if you do encounter her or follow her please be wary. She is just a spoiled woman who thinks she is a demigod, slash princess, slash lil spoiled rich lady who thinks she can get away with everything. She is one of the reasons SexyClownDaddy was getting harassed to the point where she had to block even her friends, but from what I been hearing she is hiding behind a kid, having her friends delete the call out messages she has been getting from her followers for her and then crying about it saying how bad she has it. Me and SexyClowndaddy and maybe other people who have not come forward have been getting harassed by her friends and followers for a full year. She kinda has no right to be complaining. 

  • So I have the privilege to say, “This is Tumblr get use to it.”

  • I will admit, she showed screenshots of my own posts but then deleted her posts so she can look innocent. I left my posts on my blog feel free to read them. I really have nothing to hide. I am just some flea trying to spread this so other don’t get what I encountered. So moving on.

    Summary: 

    She gets jealous on whoever says Hisoka is their’s. She believes he is in love with her like hardcore delusional to the nine. She will first act like your friend, but then backstabs you. Sheis only in it for herself. She acted like my friend, @sexyclowndaddy’s friend, @whimsical-hisoka and @schwing-stars friend. Everything that they told her to keep a secret she went and told her friends whom only made the drama worse for me and everyone else. So don’t bother with her. She is a waste of air who thinks she can get away with everything. If you follow her fine, just be wary with her. She acts nice, but is just a little 19 year old woman who sends from what I hear her 16 year old brother to try to beat people up for her and has thoughts to want to harm people who disagree with her. (Really? A 16 year old. He is a child. WTF?)

    @killvrsmaim  or @diavolovevo or @pakumachi 

    Note:  [She has a tendency to change her name or move to multiple accounts to stalk people who have blocked her.]

Reasons:

  • This girl is a trip, she caused a lot of drama to safe LGBT blogs. From what I was told and from going and asking around. She is a horrible little troll. She is best friends with Hyskoa no doubt, but she goes from place to place telling, trans to die, CIS to burn in hell all these negative things to people who are just trying to find a place to be safe. Now you literally can look her up on tumblr. There are people calling her shit out. She goes from blog to blog 

  • Second reason, this girl if you do not believe in her headcanons which she deems canon. She will lose her shit. If you do not see every character in hxh as gay she will call you homophobic, a traitor to the fandom and to all LGBT. Now I never understood why you have to mix anime with LGBT. Keep them separate. Even my gay friend @emthesmall-official says not everything has to be gay. And she is a gay as fuck proud goat mama. You need diversity in stories and especially in animes. 

  • Third reason, she will threaten you and tell you that you need to kill yourself. She will threaten to you that she will kill herself. I have seen her use this on many others and believe me it is hardcore as fuck, she is only 15 and already making a mess. A child reblogging porn and all sorts of things that ruins the mind. She really needs to get off Tumblr and chill her bum down. Which is why I blocked her.

  • Forth reason, she stalks the shit out of you. She literally took the time and effort to make a DA account go and harass my best friend when she has nothing to do with drama we were not even apart of. Then she has the mordacity to come to me and tell me to have my friends stop bothering her when, I ask her friends to stop bothering me. They did not comply. They didn’t stop so why should I get involved with her? I just blocked her. She recently messaged me calling me a bitch and saying we have unfinished business to do. Which, I blocked her second account as well. She is plain creepy. Just block her. 

    Summary:

    She is a lil teenager, going from tumblr account to tumblr account. Saying all this should die. People who are CIS should burn in hell, they should kill themselves. Anyone who is not gay and who is straight should not exist. She came up to me once. Asked me to tell my friends to stop bothering her. When she went out of her way to make a DA account stalk them and call them a bitch. She declared if I did not stop them she would kill herself. Now I talked to other people who dealt with her and she did the same thing to them. If you do not see every hxh character as gay she will call you homopobic and racist against whatever. I mean look her up on tumblr. It is full with people calling her out. Please if you follow her or encounter her. Just report her or block her. She is best friends with Hyskoa and knowing both of them. They cause some trouble in the hxh tumblr community.

    @UncleHisoka or @m0rpha

  • I have no words for this one. She is just plain horrible. Maybe the worse out of the three. She was the first, I went to asking her to tell her friends to stop talking about me. To me, I thought my own head canon was accepted. I went into the hxh fandom thinking these people seem nice. They are horrible. She and her friends made hardcore memes about a silly harmless head canon. They took it so serious that they said anyone who sees Hisoka as straight are not true HXH fans. Like Hisoka’s sexuality is never said and his entire being is a mystery. Yet they act like they know him in and out. Uncle’s gf made a entire post of weird facts saying he is feminine he must be gay. Or a simple word ‘boko’ he says makes him gay. Or the good ole. He used the fig sign which didn’t even look like the proper fig sign. All these crazy assumptions and people believed it. They believed fanon over canon. I could present canon facts and they would ignore it. 

  • Second reason, she hates CIS people, straight people or anyone against her agenda it doesn’t matter who you are. Basically, there were posts she did complaining about these topics, but she has a habit of deleting all of her posts so she don’t look BAD. Now what happened to equality? Now it is about supremacy over a certain sexuality. It is the hets who made thing worse, it is men who made things worse. A hardcore SWJ. I met very pleasent SJW’s and showed them Uncle’s blog. Even they were all ‘no’. That is not how it works.  

  • Third reason, from what SexyClownDaddy showed and told me. She has over 500 blogs that she uses to either stalk people or harass people who she dislikes. Now, I could not believe it. It sounds unreal. Can you all understand why SexyClown started blocking everyone? I have nothing to say about this one. It’s creepy it’s weird. Some of the things her followers tell me are unbelievable, one of them were she dislikes trans people. Saying they are betraying their own gender, but she is okay with non-binaries. This is what one of her followers told me. She did has a post up there, but it is long been deleted. <:/ 

  • Forth reason, she does laugh and talk about you behind your back. I thought she was very nice, but she likes to guilt trip the shit out of you. She talks and talks until she makes you head spin and all you can do is say yes. I have my own beliefs, but she said I had no right to even say my own opinions on LGBT or even on Hisoka. I had no right to say anything because anything I say is either homophobic, against her cause and people. The reason for equality is to respect others opinions even if you don’t agree with them and she didn’t respect anything I said. All I could do was nod and say yes because IDK what the hell she was talking about. I also must point out she always seems to put hardcore hate anything related to God. Now there are some who do not believe in God and some who do not, but that does not mean you have the right to disrespect either factors and put your hate upon those who believe that said per religion. I myself am Catholic. Do that mean I hate anyone who does not believe? No, but UncleHisoka sure has stated this in her blog. There could be people following her that find that offensive or some who do not believe in God finding that disrespectful. To me she wants Supremacy over equality, other then being equal no matter what you are. 

    Summary: 

    This girl is beyond help. She has over 500 tumblr blogs she used to either stalk me or people she does not like. She dislikes and disrespects those who are in a religion or religion itself. Sends hardcore death threats, talks back behind you if you say Hisoka or any other character is not gay. If you are CIS, white, a man or straight she will block you. She hates whites when she herself is , Caucasian. It does not make sense. She dislikes trans people who identify with a gender. Which she finds disgusting and appalling. When, I told her kindly to ask her friends to stop bothering me. She said she would. Now after a day or so she and her friends still be were talking shit about me just for saying Hisoka was straight? Like I was ruining their gays for him. That their little shrine was crumbling. The more evidence I brought forward to back up my headcanon. The more she and her goons got ‘TRIGGERED’. She and the other two girls I am warning all about. Are so hardcore about Hisoka that anyone who does not agree with them will burn in their path. From the evidence I seen from their followers. They are 100% behind the Hisoka is gay side blog. That was used to troll anyone who saw Hisoka as hetero in headcanon.

Final Thoughts: 

Now I came from a hardcore fandom. Homestuck. That place is horrible. One thing, I know is these girls would never survive in it. They would have been chewed up and eaten alive. That is how hardcore the fans are. One thing I remember Hyskoa telling me was.

‘This is tumblr sweety get use to it.’

Now from what I been hearing she has been getting anons coming to her talking about the bull that she has been spewing all over her blog. Ever since my own post on her. Now I had a hunch she was just using me and my friends to get information from us to tell her weird goons. This chick, Hyskoa then starts complaining and crying that she is getting hate. When she herself and her friends were giving me and my friends hate for a full year.

So I guess I have the privilege to say.

‘This is Tumblr get over it.’

For a full year, I dealt with you and your friend’s bull. You have no right to complain. Also, @Sexyclowndaddy had it worse then I did. She got stalked, horrble hardcore death threats, everyone she trusted went against her, these people told lies about her that were not true and the harassment got so bad she had to block everyone including her friends. I implore you all to block these trolls. They are not good hunterxhunter fans. They are just pure negative. If you don’t block that is fine, just be wary of them.

I am only saying this because, I don’t want anyone to receive the harassment me and SexyClownDaddy got.

Geezus over a fucking headcanon too. Really man.

I really am left speechless about these people. Never in my life have I met such bad sports. They take things to seriously. Everyone and everything is against their agenda. They have the nerve to call me and my friends the ‘STRAIGHT SQUAD’. Well here is a fact:


ARE YOU YA’LL STUPID?! YOU NEED STRAIGHT PEOPLE TO HAVE A STRAIGHT SQUAD! MORE THEN 30 IN MY GROUP IS GAY AS FUCK AND THEY ARE ASHAMED TO EVEN BELIEVE YOU ARE EVEN PART OF THEM. 


:0I Only me, @deadxxxmoon and Whimsical are straight. ONLY THREE PEOPLE. The rest are gay. I guess if you mix gay and straight it makes Graight. WERE THE GREAT SQUAD. :0) Thanks for the idea my fellow trilobites. 

LOL GR8T SQU4D  


Does it matter that they are gay or trans? No it doesn’t, but if you are going to act like a asshole, then you will be treated as such. This is the greatest kindness we can offer you all. I am sorry, I am done. I did not make this for drama, I made this to call them out and warn people. I feel bad for those who encountered them and were victims.

Also, these people actually accept our headcanon. Why? Because canonly Hisoka’s sexuality has never been confirmed. More or less he is a secret even to them and us. So we headcanon and present the evidence. Yet they get triggered whenever it is brought up. If a man act feminine oh he must be gay. I am sure when he asked Machi out to dinner and in the manga asked her to sleep with him that must mean he is gay. Like? Yeah, there is more evidence supporting my own headcanon. Which is why I headcanoned him as such.

I truly hope this does justice. They might say, I am lying. I am homophobic, I am a bully, but I am standing up to my own bullies. This was very hard to make and scary. I don’t like drama, but they sure do. 

:0I I hope you all have a nice night.

P.S: The old one is still valid. If you want to read that one here.

https://www.tumblr.com/reblog/156763265626/nw9m0hOX/?redirect_to=http%3A%2F%2Fwhimsical-hisoka.tumblr.com%2Fpost%2F156763265626%2Fpeople-you-should-block-on-hxh-tumblr-side


If not please reblog this one if you like. :0)

(This was was redo with more clarification for those who got confused and why I am making these accusations and why they should be blocked.)

Update:

One of my followers told me that Hyskoa changed her name too @virginympho

So. If you have not blocked her do so. She is just cancer on tumblr. Why deal with this troll when browsing hxh?

[Please don’t go and harass these people. Just block them.]

eastofelaine  asked:

Hi! Which Shakespearean character is your favorite? Or at least a top three? #thehardquestions

First of all, I AM SO SORRY, THIS HAS BEEN ROTTING IN MY DRAFT BOX FOR MONTHS. I started writing it, then it got away from me and turned into a rant, and I never finished it. So I’m going to do it in parts. Keep an eye out for the others. (I’ll tag you, eastofelaine.)

Without any further ado, top three favorite characters: #thehardquestions or rather, #theBardquestions. In no particular order:

  • Edmund (King Lear)
  • Margaret (Henry VI)
  • Benvolio (Romeo and Juliet)

That’s a lie they’re totally in order. Sort of. That’s also a lie, Edmund is definitely Number 1 but I’m ambivalent on the other two. Anyway. 

Part 1: Edmund. I have ranted about this character a lot but always in like little bits and pieces and never one concise rant, so: Edmund is hands fucking down the most interesting, complex character in King Lear or possibly ever (fight me). Edmund is the illegitimate son of the Earl of Gloucester, and we first meet him during a brief stint at court. In the first scene he stands by while his dad talks about him like he’s not even there, saying all kinds of shit like, “The whoreson must be acknowledged.” Like it’s not your own fucking fault you got a prostitute pregnant you absolute rocknut. And this is the root of Edmund’s character: the fact that he’s been forever at a disadvantage because of something he can’t control–i.e., the fact that he was born out of wedlock. He has this wonderful monologue where he expresses his consternation that he is in every way as admirable as his brother, but still treated like scum: “Why bastard? wherefore base? / When my dimensions are as well compact, / My mind as generous, and my shape as true, / As honest madam’s issue?” 

But what makes him such a great character is that instead of moping around about his lot in life, he decides to fucking do something about it. And his plan is wicked brilliant. He frames his gullible elder brother for murder and takes his place as foremost in their father’s love and as heir apparent to the Earldom. But he’s not done, oh my sweet shiny soap bubble, no, he’s nowhere near done. He denounces his father as a traitor, gets on the good side of the Duke of Cornwall to get that taken care of, takes the title and then starts flirting aggressively with both elder Lear sisters. And frayaaaandssss, your boy Edmund is hot stuff. (Almost everyone who meets him makes some sort of comment about how ‘well-made’ he is, which is basically the Shakespearean version of saying, “That’s a fine piece of ass.”) Such hot stuff, in fact, THAT GONERIL PLOTS TO MURDER HER HUSBAND, POISONS HER SISTER, AND THEN COMMITS SUICIDE WHEN IT DOESN’T WORK OUT. SHE DOESN’T EVEN CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING WAR. ALL SHE WANTS IS A PIECE OF EDMUND. (But like honestly, who can blame her?)

I haven’t even gotten to the best part of all this, though, due to the man-of-supreme-hotness detour. Remember when I was talking about how, at the start of the play, Edmund is every bit as noble/honorable/fuckable/whatever as his brother, but he’s always seen as inferior because he’s technically a bastard? Right. Well, here’s where Edmund becomes the most interesting character in the play. Almost everyone else rattles on and on about fate and the stars and how everything that happens was destined to happen that way. But Edmund, who has perhaps more reason than anyone to blame his shitty station in life on planetary movements or whatever, calls bullshit on everyone else. Check this out–this is possibly my favorite monologue from the entire Shakespearean canon: 

This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeit of our own behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical pre-dominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforc’d obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star! My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon’s Tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows I am rough and lecherous. Fut! I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.

He says FUCK. THAT. I am what I am and the stars I was born under have nothing to do with it. He refuses to passively accept the fate that the unfortunate circumstances of his birth have assigned to him, and instead decides to take matters into his own hands and make a fucking change. 

“But wait,” you say. “He is kind of a dick about it, though.” True. Edmund’s dickery is of epic proportions and I will be the first to admit it (honestly that’s kind of half the reason I love him.) But SLOW YOUR ROLL, O YE ICKLE DOUBTING MARSHWIGGLES,  because my boy Edmund is chock full of surprises. At the beginning of the play he’s the only character willing to take full responsibility for his own (terrible) actions, and the only character to say ‘fuck you,’ to fate, but at the end he defies all this cosmic dogma YET A-FUCKIN-GAIN. He himself has said that he should have been rough and lecherous, whatever star he was born under, but at the end of the play, when everything’s going to absolute shit and he’s dying at his brother’s feet, when he should be bitter and furious because life has kicked him in the teeth one last time, what does he do? HE HAS A FUCKING CHANGE OF HEART AND TRIES TO TURN IT AROUND: “I pant for life. Some good I mean to do, / Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send / (Be brief in’t) to the castle; for my writ / Is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia.” 

Edmund literally uses his dying breath to try to save Lear and Cordelia. It doesn’t work, but isn’t that part of the tragedy? That this man, who has been abused and tormented his whole life, and who has snarled back at the world in reply, flies in the face of his terrible fate and tries to do one good thing before he dies–and it’s too late. 

That. This play and this character rip me the fuck up every single time. You cannot write a more tragic story than this. Edmund, my love, you deserved so much better.

Duke out.