worse then it seems

February Dawn

I was tagged by @lovetheturners in a post about the first line of a work in progress -

“Shelagh had known cold winters as a child growing up in Scotland and had vivid memories of the winter of 47 when the lack of coal made things extremely difficult but this was something else altogether.“

This gave me the incentive to finally finish the story. 

I hope you like it.

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anonymous asked:

can you do 8 + jimin, please? :) thank you!! 💗

Prompt: “Take my seat” 

Words: 613

Genre: Fluff

It had been a long day for you: your classes exceptionally longer, your job suddenly harder and the commute back home seeming even worse.  

“Excuse me-Oh! I’m so sorry! E-excuse me!” you said, squeezing through the busy crowd at the station as you practically ran to catch your ride home. 

Being as quick as you were, you soon got onto the subway, breathing in relief as the doors closed barely after. As you tugged your backpack closer to you, you moved further into the subway, trying to find an empty seat as you could feel your legs getting sore from all the work you had done today.

But reality struck, and you noticed not a single seat empty, some with even more than one sitting in them. 

Oh Seoul.

What a lovely city they said. 

As you found what seemed like a relatively empty area, you leaned against the pole that stood in the middle and held the handles above for balance. 

As your eyes fluttered close for a second, you felt a hand brush your lower back making you flinch lightly in surprise. Your eyes snapped open as your head quickly turned around to see an older man giving you an apologetic smile, although the apology didn’t seem to reach his eyes. Instead a look that you knew all too well swam around in them, instantly making you uncomfortable.

You instinctively moved a couple feet away, hoping to blend in with the existing crowd and away from the man’s stare. But even then, as you glanced back, you could still feel his gaze upon you, your breath going still when you saw his feet move towards your direction.  

Suddenly a voice beside you piped up, “Here, take my seat.”

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anonymous asked:

Is it my idea or thinks are getting worse in the fandom? It seems the actors are really annoyed with the toxic parts of the fandom and are not trying to hide it so well anymore. The peaceful ones now remind me of baby groot curling in a corner thinking if they should go out or keep their heads down until the storm passes.

Yep. The fandom is getting worse and worse. I thought that with time things would settle down and all this craziness would subside but it just keeps getting worse. People keep finding reasons to be angry about and if they don’t find them they make them up so it’s pretty hard. And yeah I imagine it can be hard sometimes to know how to act. And btw A+ for the baby groot reference. 

anonymous asked:

I'm writing a story where the main character is a woman that has to fend for herself in a damgerous part of town (she's lived there all her life by herself as well). Any prompts for what kind of struggles she might have to face daily?

Okay!

  • She may have to face people breaking into her house, stealing and vandalising. 
  • There may be people that make her feel unsafe living next door, such as a violent criminal who she is scared of. 
  • People selling and using drugs around her.
  • Drunk and disorderly behaviour. 
  • Constant sirens when she is trying to sleep.
  • Car getting broken into, if she has one. 
  • If she doesn’t own her place, the landlord could be dodgy. They might not come and fix things when required or maybe they’re a criminal as well. 
  • Getting catcalled when she walks places, (I know this happens everywhere, but it could be worse where she lives). 

These are things that would seem normal to her, if she’s lived there her whole life. She might not like it, but she is used to it.

Hope this helps! :) 

*staring at long list of homework/projects I’ve already committed to but haven’t worked on* maybe now’s the right time to try out Duolingo Hebrew

I’m sure other people have said this but I just absolutely hate that “autism” has become the new edgy 4chan memelord insult. I hate that people now use it to essentially mean “cringey”, I hate how “peak autism” and other similar phrases are considered hilarious, I hate how they call autistic people “autists” I hate “sperging”/“sperg”/“sperging out” has become a new internet verb to negatively describe people talking in length about a subject in the same way an autistic person would passionately talk about their special interest. Coming across phrases like “short bus”, “sped”, etc as an insecure special ed middle schooler wrecked me so much and the ableist climate online has only gotten worse it seems so I can’t even imagine how much internalized ableism this is gonna inflict on autistic kids (or kids with any learning disability) who go on the internet and see allistics talking like this. I just hate everything about this all.

A thought

I just figured out why all this BP hate gets to me.

They’re literally trying to turn Black Panther into a symbol of the Kyriarchy.

White Feminists go, “The Dora Milajae are ruled by a patriarchy” to make it look like the most misogynistic superhero film.

White anti-capitalists are all “T'Challa is a monarch who hoards wealth!” to make it seem like the most capitalist film.

White LGBT individuals go “they erased Ayo and Aneka’s relationship” to make it seem like the most homophobic film.

White sjws in general go “He doesn’t share his resources” to make it seem like the most problematic film ever.

And each of these critiques aren’t inherently bad and are pretty valid. But the way they’re being used is bullshit. They’re out here literally saying Black Panther is an Alt-Right superhero. They’re removing context from all of these critiques to make them seem worse than they are. Because they’re trying to make the movie seem worse than it actually is.

And they do all of this while stanning for Captain Propaganda, Privileged Man, and Charles Xavier’s school of Respectability politics.

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Couldn’t decide whether I liked the original better so I decided to stop worrying about it and just post both…

Luigi’s condition was getting worse. The doctors tending to him found his body needing more and more nutrients as the days went on. His organs were shutting down one-by-one, and the tenants of the Mushroom Kingdom were wondering if he’d ever wake up from his coma. Mario took it the worst, however.

He was inconsolable. His brother, his dearest friend in the world, was taken from him and was being dangled just out of his reach. As it got worse, Mario’s friends were concerned that he seemed to be in a state of denial; he began propping Luigi up and bringing him to parties, acting like everything was the same. Although Luigi’s friends were sad too, Mario was beginning to worry them even more.

That is until one day when they noticed something odd.

Luigi was doing really well at the party games.

In fact, he was on a winning streak…

Secrets of Slytherin no.72

Our masks do not slip often, but when they do, it’s best to asume it’s a lot worse than it seems. You see a ripple, not the tidal wave behind it.

Two Beers and the Truth

An extremely late birthday fic for @wrathofthestag, who shares my hopes for Coach and Bitty. Here’s a little fic about how I hope the summer goes for the Bittle Clan…

         Bitty knew that coming out to coach would end one of three ways.

         The first scenario was the one that had kept him silent since middle school when he realized that it didn’t matter how many girls stole kisses from him, he just wasn’t interested. He could see Coach’s face turning to stone, the way it did when the Dawgs lost a game in overtime, and hear his father’s steely voice proclaiming I have no son. Some nights he would still wake up shaking when he thought about that scenario, if he was lucky, Jack would be there to gather him up and mutter soothing bits of nonsense into his hair as he trembled.

         The second scenario was more likely, but still not something Bitty was looking forward to. Coach would press his lips together until they disappeared behind his mustache, then nod with a resigned air. If he was lucky, Bitty would get an awkward slap on the back and Coach would mutter something Suzanne told him Oprah said to say. It would be disappointment, but acceptance. Some days Bitty wondered if that wouldn’t be worse than outright anger.

         The third scenario Bitty blamed on Chowder, who seemed to think everyone in the world would be thrilled with a gay son. In this dream setup, Coach cried, opening his arms to his son and assuring Bitty that he could never be prouder of a child. They would cry together, then, hugged up on the porch swing, talking about life and maybe boys.

         Bitty bit his lip, wondering which scenario he would be living through. He rolled his shoulder, preparing for a disappointed pat. He glanced at his mother in the kitchen.

         With a sigh, Suzanne moved to the refrigerator, picking out two beers and holding them out to Bitty. She kissed his forehead. “Go on, I’ll be doing dishes if you need me.”

         Bitty nodded and looked toward the porch again.

         “I can do this,” he muttered. “For me. For Jack.”

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I think I’ve gone
from bad to worse
in matter of days
and nobody
seems to notice it.


Is it the smile I fake?
Or is it the way
I avoid my own
questioning gaze?


Will anyone
ever ask me if
I am doing okay?
Or will I soon fade away?


I am scared that
no one notices
and I am scared
that someone will.



This isn’t a cry
for attention.
This is just a way
of letting you all in.
bitty dates anonther falconer au
  • so the graduation kiss doesn’t happen
  • and bitty tries to move on and jack goes onto join the falconers
  • and there’s some falcs family get-together early on in the pre-season and bob and alicia can’t make it for Reasons
  • so jack invites his other family
  • which – is sort of a terrible idea bc Tater’s flying solo so he adopts Ransom and Holster and shenanigans happen immediately
  • (think Tater and Bitty doing lifts on the ice but with ransom and holster and alcohol)
  • and shitty’s hanging all over jack because they haven’t seen each other in weeks and he introduces himself to everyone as jack’s brother – “but not like a lame- ass biological brother, a brother of the heart” – and lardo’s somehow got all these falcs rookies following her around like little ducklings
  • so bits is kind of off by himself, hovering near the refreshments to monitor which pies are most popular
  • (he might be distancing himself from jack on purpose. he might be trying to move on. it might be really hard.)

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Star Light, Star Bright

Originally posted by daenso

Star Light, Star Bright
Ship: Shooting Star/ Guardian Angel!Jimin | Reader
Description: When you wish upon a star, you never really think he’d come to visit.
Warnings: Fluff, Intercourse, Fingering, Slight Cum Play, Slight Dirty Talk, ANGST
Word Count: 7,595
A/N: Fluffier (sorta) than my other writings, and maybe not as dirty. It’s still there though. I was starting to think I’d never get around to writing this but I’m so glad I finally finished!

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Reckless

Prompt: @whothehellisbella‘s song challenge - I’m In Here by Sia

A/N:This. Was. A. STRUGGLE!!! I wound up outlining a whole series that I felt really went with this song (yet to come), and this is the blob that I wrote for a one shot in in its stead. It’s angsty af and sooooo damn long. Idk team. Idk.

Warning: aaaangst, poor relationship dynamics.

Word Count: 6247 I’m fainting. This is the longest fic I’ve ever posted. I’m done.

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

“She gonna be okay?” Tony asked, handing Steve a cup of the shitty black sludge that the cafeteria passed off as coffee. His sharp brown eyes scanning the windows for any glimpse of you through the partially closed blinds. The muffled steady beeping of the monitors was a comfort, at least.

“Think so,” Steve sighed, finally lifting his gaze from his feet to mimic Tony’s glances into the room. He’d been seated opposite your door with his elbows on his knees and his head buried in his hands since your arrival. “As long as the grafts take and she gets through the quarantine stage, she should recover alright.”

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