with these idiots and myself

It scares me; what words can do to people. They can tear people apart, yet with others build them up. They can condemn. And they can make people look idiotic all at the same time.

They’ve made me look idiotic; well I made myself look idiotic; and I don’t know what to do about it.

—  booknerd107 
  • 707: My flirting game with MC is strong af.
  • Yoosung: Really?
  • 707: Yeah! Watch us!
  • 707: 01001001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101
  • Yoosung: ???
  • MC: Aww I love you too Seven!
  • 707:
  • 707: I don't have feelings for you. Stay away from me.
  • Jimin: You've heard of Murphy's Law, right?
  • Hoseok: Yes.. why?
  • Jimin: It states that anything that can go wrong will go wrong, but have you heard of Cole's Law?
  • Hoseok: No...
  • Jimin: It's thinly sliced cabbage
  • Hoseok: Did you just wake me up to tell me a joke about coleslaw?
  • I either choose a bias as soon as I get into a group and stick with them as my bias forever...
  • or literally go through 20 biases before I finally choose one.
  • There's no in between.
…I hate myself. I feel like an idiot saying it because, blah, blah, teen angst, boo hoo, but I do. I hate myself. Almost all the time. I try not to tell anyone because I don’t want to burden them, but I feel like I’m falling farther and farther away from them. Like the well’s getting deeper and I’m running out of energy to climb it and any minute now, any second, it’s going to stop being worth even trying.
—  The Rest of Us Just Live Here
there’s something better to come (it’s on the horizon)

<< iii. things you said too quietly >>

[did no one ever tell you about the boy? (who fell in love and told it to the world)] ao3

Summer cannot come quick enough.

With the exams over, the professors had given up trying to control the fifth years and so, almost every lesson is spent lazing on the grass. Lily and her friends used to spend their time outside underneath the Beech Tree, but given recent events they’ve taken to sitting on the lake’s shore, paddling when it gets unbearably hot and making bets on how many pieces of toast the squid will eat when they’re bored.

Lily reckons her friends miss the company of the Marauders, who shared the spot beneath the Beech Tree, and though she won’t admit to it, she misses their company too. They never say anything though, so Lily keeps quiet about it, grateful none of them have pressed the matter. It’s embarrassing enough to even admit to herself she misses them.

She and Mary are the only ones out at the moment, Marlene and Tegan have both gone to the owlery to send letters home and Gemma is in the library, finishing a History of Magic essay for Binns, the only teacher still giving homework. The grounds are scattered with groups of fifth tears, but they’re in a secluded enough position that it’s quiet.

“I spy with my little eye -” Mary groans and rolls onto her back, flinging her arm over her eyes dramatically.

“No more. I’m shit. Also, you’re a cheat. How am I meant to know what specific type of cloud formation that is?” She says.

“Should have paid attention in Astronomy then.” Lily retorts, smug.

“Whatever.” Mary flips over again and props herself up on her elbows. “I can’t wait to never have to spend another midnight freezing my tits off on top of that bloody tower.”

“I can’t believe you’re dropping it.”

“Not all of us can be good at everything, Evans.” Mary grins. “I wasn’t blessed with clever genes -”

“Just big boobs ones.” They laugh, Lily looking forlornly down at her chest, remarkably flat next to Mary’s. She looks up when Mary’s laugh cuts off abruptly. “What?”

“Um…” Lily snaps her head around to see what Mary is staring at. The sun is behind him, but Lily would know that hurricane hair anywhere.

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Imagine Steve, even after all this time, still being the small spoon.

Imagine Bucky wrapping his arms around Steve’s middle and pulling him close, so that his chest is pressed against Steve’s back.

Imagine them falling asleep on the sofa, with Bucky lying behind Steve protectively, able to watch the door and watch his sleeping boyfriend.

Imagine Steve turning over in his sleep, nuzzling into Bucky’s neck and breathing in his scent.

Imagine Bucky being woken by Steve’s movements, only to find him nestled against him, still safe, still warm.

Imagine Bucky kissing Steve’s forehead as he watches him sleep.

Imagine Steve sighing happily, dozing lightly, with parted lips pressed against Bucky’s collarbone.

Imagine the look on Bucky’s face when the team walk in and see them. He doesn’t even have to say anything, he just glares like - “don’t” - ‘coz his baby doll doesn’t get enough sleep.

Imagine Bucky loving Steve, and Steve loving Bucky. 'Till the end of the line.

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This is not about control. This is about whether our son is safe.

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first kiss; or in which kaneki’s new book has a kissing scene and he’s curious about it.. or something.