you know what i am trying to say

anonymous asked:

No this is someone who called someone else in the fandom fat and ugly months ago and calls people stupid for having different opinions (for example she said the people who thought T was collabing with Kesha are al stupid) I'm literally crying I try my hardest to be nice because I know that's what Taylor would want but now I just idk idk do you have any words of comfort and or Kermits

That’s really hard to hear and I’m sorry that you or anyone else had to put up with that. But I do want you to know that people who are miserable in life will try to bring others down. I’m not saying to sympathize with them and it’s so cliche to assume all bullies have other things going on in life but it’s usually true. And by no means does that make it okay that she said those things but that’s generally what it is. I am so so so sorry that there are people out there like that but I hope the person she insulted rises above that and realizes she’s better than someone else’s negative opinions. The most we can do for that person is hope that if there is something shitty going on in their life that it gets better and they get better as a person. Don’t dwell on their unhappiness. I know it must hurt to watch her meet Taylor after she said those things but walk away. Be the bigger person and hope she gets better. I lived with a miserable person for years and I finally threw my hands up and left. I hope they get better but I left. That goes for someone who you feel was mean and met Taylor and that goes for anyone in life okay? Know your worth but also know when to walk away and surround yourself with positive people okay? 

and of course here is a kermit! He’s sending you love!

anonymous asked:

I didn't know you were Jewish that's nice!

Awww, this is so sweet. And now I’m trying to guess who sent this and which reblog prompted it 😂

You didn’t know cause I am converting, which I only realized I was being called to do two months ago. I don’t even know at what point you can say you’re Jewish tbh, but I feel like this would be REAL early for me to say that.

which reminds me that I need to email the queer rabbi who encouraged us to bring the baby to their conversion classes fuuuck I have needed to email her for a whole month now lol

I’ve seen other inclusionists who are converting to Judaism strongly suggest not being public about it till you’re done, because it makes you more of a target. So of course here I am like, “HI I LOVE JUDAISM IT’S SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL AND I’M GONNA CONVERT HOW ARE ALL OF YOU DOING THIS FINE DAY”

To clarify:

Okay I am going to try to address all the questions and accusations that have been made since I reblogged this theory and started talking about it:

First things first, I believe wholeheartedly that Louis is talented. He has a lot to offer this world, not just lyrically but musically as well. Me saying that he was only interested in a one album deal, or chose to sign on for a one album deal, doesn’t negate that. It’s not one or the other.

Secondly, I do believe that he is putting music out for the fans and to have a chance to explore and share his lyrics and music with whoever else connected to it. It doesn’t take away from his ambition and tenacity to prove himself. He is a hard worker and I am not saying he isn’t. He’s working hard on an album because he knows we have his back. He has the confidence to do so because he has a fan base behind him. Don’t put words into my mouth which say that I don’t think he is taking this seriously!

Also, I don’t think he wanted to do a solo album all along, he even said it, but felt more comfortable doing so since the rest of the boys were and because he knew there was an audience for it. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT FFS. Again, it doesn’t weaken him.

Furthermore, I believe this deal was reached for him to do other things. He still makes money and he can write and have more of a free schedule. Maybe it was a trade-off. I don’t believe that him signing with Syco means he condones the stunts and wants to be closeted. I’ve never fucking said that, get your facts straight before you accuse me of this. I don’t know why he signed with Syco, and I’ll emphasize later how I believe he is picking his battles.

As far as the assumption that Louis is just at Harry’s beck and call, that’s ridiculous. I’ll be the first to say they are a team, and whatever arrangement they have is one that works for them. I don’t get to judge that and neither do you.  Harry is often times MIA for many days and we don’t know where he is, the same with Louis. We don’t know who makes room for whom. I apologize, if it seemed that I was regarding Louis’ career with less esteem, they are both equally important, and that was not my intention. They don’t keep track on who bends their schedule more, I don’t see why we need to, but you also have to understand that Harry changing his schedule is a lot harder to do since he is touring. It’s logistics. This isn’t a competition.

Lastly, I’d like to dispell this bullshit thought that I am erasing all the hard work Louis put into the Just Like You lyric video. Or that he is not fighting back. I never fucking said that. I don’t understand how you can arrive at that conclusion when I say Louis is not looking to be a multi-album solo artist. I believe he picks his battles, and with the Just Like You music video he was able to express so many things that he hasn’t had the liberty to express. Hell, when the lyric video came out I made a post about it that has almost a thousand notes, but conveniently today we forget what I think about Louis and how brave I think that video was.

Hope that clarifies things. This is a fucking theory, it is not fact. Things change and we adjust. If you disagree cool, but for the love of christ fucking come to me and we’ll talk it out. This isn’t middle school people, be kind and use your fucking words.

My student submitted the most disturbing “Living History” project I’ve ever seen 

By reddit user gretelcat

One of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher is the bullshit “Living History” assignments we give at the end of every school year. Kids are supposed to sit with their grandparents and video tape, voice record, or transcribe their oldest memories for posterity (and for an easy way to bring up their GPA).

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THIS MIGHT BE A REACH BUT I THINK I’M ONTO SOMETHING HERE.

OKAY OKAY SO LISTEN 
There’s a lot of discorse about the new season and that’s understandable BUT I want you guys to look at something with me for a second. 

 I wanna talk about Keith and Lance. We all know Keith’s going through a lot, the blade of marmora is convincing him his own life matters less than the mission, that if he died it would just be for the greater good of the cause. So he’s pulling away, trying to make it so that Voltron doesn’t need him so that he could be… disposable. 

So Keith talks to Shiro and tries to get him to go back to being the black paladin. And *cough cough* fake *cough* Shiro tells him to buckle the heck up and stop whining and just be the black paladin. He doesn’t see, in that moment just what Keith is trying to do. So he gets mad. 

This is a face of pure dissapointment in Shiro. And Keith sees it. He really sees it, and feels it too. But he doesnt know what to do about it.

He’s the lone wolf, right? He doesn’t know how to function in a team properly. In the B.O.M he’s much more independant. Yes, he gets orders and people he goes on with missions but if you really watch most of those missions involve very little teamwork. 

So Keith is pulling away, but at the same time he’s getting the rejection from everyone in the team that’s pushing him away. When he shows up late in the begining of episode one Hunk, Pidge and Lance are super pissed at him, right? 

Right? 

No, go back and look at Lance. He’s not angry. He’s worried. 

Yeah, he says “Are you even taking this seriously?” But think about it. Keith is someone who throws himself into missions. He takes everything he does seriously and he puts a 100% of himself into what he does. He doesn’t half ass things, and it pays off. He gets results. 

Lance is used to seeing Keith do well. At the Garrison he was top of the class, when he was still with Voltron he usually spent his free time training. And now, all of a sudden he’s late to missions, falling behind while he’s the leader. 

Not only that but remember this scene? 

 Again,everyone looks super pissed right? No look at Lance. 

And remember the dialogue? 

Allura:You keep saying you’re sorry but your actions say otherwise. Do you realise that your actions put the entire team in jeoprady? 
Lance: And not Just the team but the refugees too. 

and again, look at his face as he says it. 

He’s not angry. He’s confused there. Think about it. What did Keith tell Pidge when she tried to leave? That other people’s lives were at stake if she left. Keith cares about the people he’s out there protecting. Lance understands that this is not how Keith normally is. 

We know that they got closer in season 3 with Lance opening up to Keith and all and you might even call them friends. Sure he’s not as close as (the real) Shiro is to Keith, but he’s close enough to see Keith isn’t himself. 

But what if… what if Keith did open up. 

I get that this might be somewhat of a reach BUT if you watch Keith’s vlog, it’s very likely he wasn’t alone when he filmed it (he looks like he’s talking to someone off camera. but also tells them to get them out of there. Not only that but the camera turns off and from how emotional he got and the way he was walking its unlikely he turned it off and if you watch Allura’s vlog, she definitely gets closer to turn it off). Now my first thought would be that seeming it’s tech related it would be likely that Pidge would be with him. 

But it doesn’t seem like something that Pidge would be into. Sitting and making vlogs with the paladins. Not her style. 

Okay so maybe Coran? He was the first to upload a vlog, and the camera might be some castle gear? Sounds reasonable enough. But why only be there for Keith’s vlog? Allura was definitely alone during her’s. Also, I dont see them having the kind of bond where Keith would say any of that to Coran. No offense Space unc, we love you. 

OKAY so not Coran or Pidge… so maybe Allura? 

No, the bond isn’t strong enough. As someone who is pretty similar to Keith in defense mechanisms, I don’t see him trusting her to a point where he’s this open with her especially after what happened the last time he opened up about his Galra identity. 

(We all know where I’m going with this, but for argument’s sake; I will keep going. Feel free to skip ahead.) 

Okay so Hunk maybe? He has the tech know-how and stood up for Keith during the whole Galra thing. Even if he did tease him a little… Okay but even then they haven’t really had much bonding since then. I suppose it’s possible if Keith was feeling particularly vulnerable and whatever. But… Would Hunk really bother Keith to make a vlog? and would Keith ask Hunk to help with a vlog? 

It doesn’t really seem in character. Yes, they’re closer but still… not close enough. 

So that leaves Shiro and Lance. First, lets look at why I don’t think it’s Shiro. 

As we know Shiro is someone Keith looks up to. He’s always extremely respectful towards him and it shows in his facial expressions and way of speaking. 

but then look at this; 

Thats not a face Keith would make at Shiro.

You know who he does make faces like that at? 

L A N C E 

So lets think about this. Does Lance have the tech know how? Well he’s always stealing Pidge’s shit so I’mma go ahead and say, yeah to that one. Allura seems equally technically inclined as Lance, so seeming she has no trouble with it that makes sense. 

And even if Keith didn’t ask Lance to help him with his vlog, you know what does seem Lance like? Suggesting Keith makes a vlog. 

So lets asume here, for a moment that Lance knows about Keith’s abandonment issues. That would explain why he looks so worried in the screenshot from before, right? He knows Keith is feeling rejected by his team and he knows that Keith’s behaviour has changed since he started working more with the blade. 

But while they got closer in season 3, and Lance has a better understanding of Keith now, I also think Keith was eager to put some distance between them after that outburst. So he starts working with the blade a lot, right? Meaning Lance hardly sees him. 

So they take a few steps back in their friendship.

And then Kolivan calls Keith to a mission that they all know will be dangerous and look at Lance’s face. 

Yes, you could read it as Lance not wanting his spotlight gone BUT remember that Lance isn’t as shallow as he seems at first glance. He’s not the loverboy he pretends to be and few realise it, but he masks a lot of his emotions. 

Yes, Lance thrives on attention. But do you really think that he would prioritise a show over a mission that could give them a great boost in power? No, this isn’t about the show, this goes deeper. He’s worried. He’s worried about Keith. 

He doesn’t want him to go. He needs him around. But he cant tell him that. Especially not in front of everyone. 

So what does Lance do? 

He makes a stupid argument, its not much, but it’s all he’s got. “We can’t razzle dazzle the crowd with four lions.” 
We need you, I need you. Thats what he’s trying to say. 

And Keith refuses. 

So Lance has that same expression. He’s looking at Shiro in dissbelief this time because he can’t believe he’s letting him go. 

So what we’ve established thus far is the following; 

-Lance definitely feels closer to Keith than he used to. 
-Lance was probably there during Keith’s vlog.
-Lance isn’t as straight forward as people think he is. 
-There’s probably some distance between them right now. 
-Lance has noticed Keith’s change in behaviour. 

So with all that in mind, do you really think Lance doesn’t see that Keith is in a bad place. He knows something is up. He can feel Keith pulling and he’s trying to tell him that they need him around but he doesn’t know how to say it. And then… then Keith tells them he’s leaving. 

yeah, everyone looks sad, but look at Lance. He looks deep in thought. What do you think he’s thinking? He just realised he lost Keith. And he gets it. Suddenly it all makes sense. Keith more or less reforced the bond between Black and Shiro and he was acting strange, showing up late. This is what’s been up with Keith and Lance finally figure out that this whole time, he was losing Keith. 

But he gives it one last try. 

Who am I going to make fun of? 

It’s so much more than a playfull jab. Think about it. Really think about it. 

“Who am I going to make fun of?”

Who am I gonna talk to? 

Don’t go. 

OK people keep pointing this out and honestly it’s so true?

When Keith is leaving this is Pidge’s reaction, she’s visibly sad and you can tell she’s obviously going to miss him

And Allura is sad too, but she seems more proud of Keith because he’s going off to do what he wants to do

But then there’s Lance?? 

I don’t even know what he’s really feeling tbh, he just looks like he’s trying so hard to hold something back, like he’s pretending to be OK when he really isn’t. And I don’t think they focused in on his reaction for no reason (especially when they could have showed Hunk, Coran, or even Shiro again) this obviously means something. 

Considering his “Yeah, who am I going to make fun of?” Came after Pidge’s “We’re really going to miss you.” It’s pretty obvious he’s going to miss Keith…But just for making fun of him? That seems a bit empty and he’s most likely not saying everything he feels, because you know, this is Lance. He hides his true emotions underneath his confidence and charm, even though he has more insecurities/problems than anyone else out there. Every once in a while though they do slip out, and I think it almost did here but he was doing his best to hold it back for the sake of the team. 

So honestly…I wonder how he was really feeling in this moment to see Keith go… 

There is so much to unpack here, you guys. I know I’m supposed to sleep since it’s now been more than 48 hours and also my fever has spiked, but listen, there is SO MUCH TO UNPACK. I live for this stuff. I can’t just NOT.

I at least need to present a version of this idea while I’m still half-lucid. I had a few bullet points on the list that I was working on last night, and this one was my favorite by far:

The concept is that Mark has been killed numerous times over the course of the years, but somehow manages to come back, despite the fact that we witness his death. That’s because he’s being brought back to life when his death doesn’t achieve what it was designed to.

How can we prove this? Well, we witness it clearly in A Date With Markiplier. Mark dies multiple times, but we are able to “save” him by stopping his death from occurring, in a sense– that is, we can “go back in time” to prevent it. At the end of each route, we’re presented with the option to “try again”.

That’s not just a storytelling tool for the sake of having a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure-style narrative. We are put in a time loop. 

This isn’t a strange concept, especially for this particular series of videos. Why? Because we actually see it happen.

Originally posted by septicpotato

At the end of the Exit video, when we try to escape, Dark physically pushes us back in time to a previous decision. (Maybe that’s why he’s so “tired of giving people a choice”– we always choose so very poorly in his eyes.) It’s not just Dark that has these abilities, either. After you decide to stay together instead of splitting up while searching for an escape, you are presented with two options: the aforementioned “Exit”, which traps you in Dark’s time loop, or a cryptic option simply labeled, “More?” 

If you choose “more”, Wilford appears to you in a literal vortex of clocks and warps your reality. No matter which option you choose, you come face to face with the fact that both of these men can manipulate time.

Now, this doesn’t necessarily prove that Mark is actively dying and being saved on numerous occasions, but a piece of information revealed today leads me to believe that this is indeed the case.

In Who Killed Markiplier?- Chapter 2, the Colonel mentions Mark dying “again”. When questioned by the detective, he states that he has “plenty of experience on the matter”. 

The chef then adds, “So do I.”

For the chef to have experience with killing Mark, or even watching Mark dying, we would have to be living in this reality:

But if that was the case, then this murder mystery never would have happened in the first place, because Mark would have already been dead. In order for both of these things to be true, both time and reality would have to be warped. He died, and he didn’t.

So, if Mark has been dying on the regular, the question of who the murderer is isn’t actually all that important. For all we know, all of them have murdered Mark at some point. Here’s what we should actually be worried about:

As far as we know, Mark has never been dead this long before. What makes this time different from all the others? And what do we have to do to get him back?

This weeks strip is a sensitive one, because I know it will cause a few people to probably get a little upset. Heidi and I HAVE been invited to a few of these Gender Reveal Parties. We’ve always declined, but never offered up any reasons why, per say. But today’s strip has been a punched up version of a very real conversation we have each time it happens.

As a transgender woman, I have a real issue with the idea of Gender Reveal Parties. My own existence kinda negates the real impact of saying “It’s a GIRL/BOY!” when me just being there would be like holding a sign that says “Well, you think that NOW…”

And I have to question to morality of taking that “reveal” as the guide by which you will try and essentially indoctrinate a child in a gender that you won’t REALLY know for a few years at least is correct. I KNOW that it fucked ME up. Just my two cents, for what they are worth.

I AM sorry to anyone that finds this strip or my comments here uncomfortable. But being asked to gender reveal parties makes ME really uncomfortable, and I guess it’s better if that’s out there.

little tattoos part iii

hello!

this is part three of my reddie soulmate fic

read part one here and two here

thank you guys so much for all the love on this fic. Please read my notes on the bottom as they are important! ty!

summary: a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo exactly like their soulmate

pairing: eddie and richie

words:  2233



Eddie woke up even more exhausted than he was when he fell asleep. He let a breath out of his mouth and took in a long one through his nose. He kept his eyes shut. He wasn’t ready to face the world yet.

Everything he loved was gone, he suddenly realized. This thought jolted him awake, causing him to sit straight up in a panic. It hadn’t occurred to him that he lost everything yesterday. All of his friends were bound to know. They all hung out together. They were the Loser’s Club and Eddie had ruined that. They could never all hang out anymore as Eddie couldn’t bear to be in the same room as Richie, let alone even think about him. He started to really panic, then.

His breathing was rapid and shallow and his hands were shaking violently. Eddie got up, stumbling, trying to find his damned inhaler. It wasn’t in his pocket, nor his backpack, or on his desk. He couldn’t breathe. At this point, he didn’t know if it was even an asthma attack anymore, or if it was one in the first place. It was so much worse. His head was spinning and he couldn’t see anymore. It was in his jacket, he remembered suddenly.

Eddie collapsed on the ground, catching himself with his hands as he tried to steady his breathing, but nothing was working. His heart was racing and he couldn’t stop shaking. Eddie was sobbing uncontrollably, his vision blurred from the tears. He didn’t know what was happening. His lungs felt constricted and he couldn’t get any air in. He was hyperventilating, trying to breathe but couldn’t. He tried to move towards his jacket that was hanging on the back of his chair. He was shaking so badly that he could barely move. His hand grasped the chair, pulling it and knocking it over. The light blue inhaler fell out of the pocket of his coat, landing a couple inches away from him. He grabbed it, instantly feeling as if he could breathe again when he took his first two puffs of medicine.

An hour passed before Eddie could stand again. HIs legs were shaky but he managed to get to his bathroom. He found it odd that his mother hadn’t come to get him yet until he realized that it was four in the morning. Eddie knew he couldn’t go to school, but he couldn’t stay home ‘sick’ as his mother would take him to the hospital. He washed his face with some water and laid back down and attempted to fall asleep.

His mother woke him up at 7 am and tried to get him to take his pills as she did every morning. He walked out of the house and rode his bike to park. Eddie read there all day. He needed to take a breather and reading was his escape. The cool breeze against his skin calmed him even more as he closed his eyes and rested his head against the tree he was sitting up against. It was odd to feel so peaceful. At three o'clock, he headed home as if he had gone to school.

“Eddie bear, how was school?” She asked from her chair in the living room.

“Fine.” He responded quietly, heading upstairs and into his room.

Eddie felt bad about lying, not going to school, but he knew he couldn’t face Richie, Bill, or anyone for that matter. He checked his cut from the previous day, and it was still healing properly. That was one less thing for him to worry about. Eddie laid back on his bed, sighing. Could his life get any worse?


“W-W-What did you d-do?” Bill demanded, slamming his Chemistry book down on the loser’s lunch table. He was beyond pissed.

   Richie looked up at Bill through his coke bottle lenses. Stan was pissed too, standing behind him with crossed arms and narrowed eyes. “I didn’t do anything!” He defended, pushing his glasses further up on his nose. “I-”

   “Where is Eddie?” Stan interjected, sliding into the seat across from Richie. “He isn’t here today and he was supposed to tell you how he felt yesterday. What the hell did you do to him, Richie?”

   Richie scoffed. “So that’s why he was avoiding me.”

   Bill looked at him confused. “W-What do you mean av-av-avoiding you?”

   Richie rolled his eyes. “You know when someone doesn’t talk to you and walks different routes in the hallways so they don’t see you. Gee, Bill, I thought you were smart.” He replied sarcastically, sticking his plastic fork into eerily yellow mashed potatoes.

   Stan leaned forward on his elbows. “So, if he avoided you, why isn’t he here?”

   Richie let out an exasperated sigh, leaning backward in his chair. “He told me in the gym locker room, alright?”

   Bill sat down next to Stan, looking at Richie to egg him on.

   Richie sighed again. “And I was too shocked to do anything and he ran out crying.”

   “Richie!”

   “Hey! I tried to go to his house and apologize and he slammed the window shut. He wouldn’t listen to me.” Richie grumbled. “I really tried! But I have a plan.”

   Stan and Bill exchanged glances. Bill nodded a little and Stan sighed. “What’s your plan?”

   Richie sat up straight. “You two need to convince him to come over. Say it’s everyone but me.”

   Bill frowned. “H-He’s not gonna b-b-believe us, Rich.”

   “Make him believe you! I need to talk to him. I need to explain.” Richie protested, running a hand through his hair.

   Bill nodded. “I’ll t-try.”

   Richie looked at Stan, who was staring down at the table. “Stan?”

   “I’m not gonna help you if all you’re gonna do is break his heart. He doesn’t deserve that, Richie.” He deadpanned.

   Richie was offended and a look of hurt flashed across his face before he composed himself. “I am not going to hurt Eddie!”

   “Sure, telling him you only wanna be his friend isn’t gonna hurt him.”

   “This is the one time I’m not being a sarcastic dipshit, Stanley! Are you listening? I said I’m not going to hurt him. I would never hurt him. I love him!” Richie slammed his fist on the table, causing a few kids to look over at them. “Did you hear that?”

   Stan nodded.

   “At least they didn’t cut off your ears like they cut off your dick.” Richie spat, getting up and walking away. The bell rang moments later. Bill grabbed his bookbag and stood up, gently nudging Stan to do the same. Richie was standing near his locker, attempting to open it but getting the combination wrong.

   “Richie-”

   “What, Stanley? What the hell do you want?” Richie practically growled, turning and glaring at Stan. If looks could kill, he would be dead ten times over.

   “I’ll help.”

   Richie’s hard stare softened a little. “Thanks. I’m sorry I got mad but you gotta admit that line was good.” A small smile crept onto his face, and even Stan chuckled a bit.

   Bill was assigned the job to get Eddie over, and Stan was to get everyone else in on the plan. He walked up to Eddie’s door and knocked. There was shuffling and a shout of “I got it” from Eddie. He opened the door and saw Bill, his face paled a little.

   “H-Hi,” Bill said quietly. “C-Could we talk?”

   Eddie glanced behind him for a moment to see if his mom had fallen back asleep or not before nodding and stepping outside, shutting the door behind him. “What do you wanna talk about because I’m not gonna talk about him.” He put emphasis on the word him. He sounded angry, disgusted, even. He laced his fingers together, still a bit shaky from his panic attack this morning.

   “N-No. The group w-wants you to come over. Minus R-R-Richie.”

   “Oh, no. I am not falling for that. He’s gonna be there when I get there and I don’t want to talk to him.”

   Bill shook his head. “Please? I-I-It’s movie night. You can p-pick.”

   Eddie glared at the ground, trying to work the request over in his head. He finally let out a long sigh and nodded. “Fine.”

   They rode their bikes to Bill’s house in silence, neither of them knowing what to say, so they said nothing. Eddie set his bike up against the house as he always did, following Bill inside. Georgie greeted the both of them with a hello and a smile.

   “H-Head to the living room, I-I-I’ll get the snacks,” Bill said, heading to the kitchen. Eddie nodded, walking towards the living room. He walked in, glancing around the room at the various decorations on the wall. Paintings and pictures of their family were scattered around the room. It felt homey.

   Eddie was jolted out of his thoughts when he heard the door shut. He turned his head to look, only to find Richie standing there. His breath hitched in his throat and he knew he had paled. It wasn’t even five seconds before he started to get angry. He knew this was a set-up.

   “I fucking knew it,” Eddie grumbled.

   “Eddie-” Richie started, but Eddie had had enough.

   “No, Richie. I don’t want to hear it. I’m really not in the mood to listen to you tell me you don’t feel the same way and that you hope we can be friends. Because we can’t be friends, Richie! I don’t want to be your friend. I can’t be your damn friend.

   Richie Tozier was silenced by Eddie for the second time that week. It was a new record. He composed himself before stepping forward. “If you let me show you something, I promise I will leave you alone.”

   Eddie was shocked that Richie was being serious. He was never serious in all the time he’s known the guy. He was always cracking inappropriate jokes at the wrong time. Despite all of his instinct to say no, Eddie nodded.

   Richie let out a sigh of relief before spitting onto his hand.

   “That is disgusting! What the hell are you-” Eddie cut himself off as he watched Richie take his spit and use it to smudge his soulmate tattoo off his skin. It wasn’t real. This whole time, Eddie thought that Richie had a soulmate. It was fake.

   Richie watched Eddie for a moment before deciding to explain himself. “My mom used to tell me I would be made fun of for not having a soulmate. That I wouldn’t fit in. So, one night I decided to draw one on every morning so I would fit in. It sounds shitty and kind of is but- Eds are you listening?”

   Eddie walked forward and grabbed Richie’s hand. He was holding back the urge to cringe, as Richie’s saliva was now on his hand. Richie didn’t understand what Eddie was doing. He let him move his finger until it was placed right next to the corresponding one on Eddie’s hand. Under Richie’s tattoo that he drew on, was a small, circular and blotchy birthmark. It was identical to Eddie’s.

   “What the fuck,” Eddie announced. A smile spread across Richie’s face while Eddie started to ramble. “What does this mean? Are these soulmate tattoos? They look like birthmarks! Why the hell would this be a soul-”

   Richie grabbed his face in his hands, leaning in and pressing his chapped lips onto Eddie’s soft ones. Eddie was stiff for a moment before he melted into the kiss and started to do the same that Richie was. Eddie was unsure where to put his hands or what to even do. Before he could react, Richie pulled away, slowly opening his eyes to find Eddie completely red.

   “I love you too, Eds.”

   Eddie had a content smile on his face. “Don’t call me that, Trashmouth.”

   “Ah, Trashmouth, what a nickname. You really know how to charm the boys.” Richie sassed, throwing his arm over Eddie’s shoulder. “Shall we tell the rest of the losers that Bill and Stan have competition?”

   Eddie and Richie showed the rest of the group their tattoos. Stan had this smug look of “I told you so” written across his face and so did Bill. They ended up watching a rom-com, much to Eddie’s dismay. Richie kept his arm around the smaller boy the whole night, pressing chaste kisses to his forehead every once and awhile.

   Richie and Eddie rode back to their houses together that night. They arrived at Eddie’s house first, both of them silent.

   “Gee, you could cut this sexual tension with a knife.” Richie joked, leaning forward on the handlebars of his bike.

   Eddie rolled his eyes, using his kickstand to stand his bike up next to his porch as he always did. Richie hopped off his bike, letting it lay on the ground. He walked up to Eddie, pinching his cheek. “So, Eddie Spaghetti, where do you wanna go on our first date of being fuckbuddies?”

   “You ruined it.” Eddie sighed, slapping his hand away.

   “I didn’t ruin anything!” Richie retorted, smiling. “I made it better.”

   “Okay, Tozier,” Eddie said, leaning forward and kissing Richie briefly.

   Richie had a smile plastered on his face. “Goodnight, Eds.”

   “Goodnight, Trashmouth,” Eddie said before he shut the door. He quietly snuck up the stairs. His mom was still asleep in her chair. He fell back on his bed, a content smile on his face.

   Eddie Kaspbrak was happy.


SO HELLO HERE ARE A FEW NOTES PLS READ TYSM

this ending is ending a. i wrote two endings because i couldnt decide which i liked better

so ending b will be posted after part four as a bonus lil chapter thingy

you can decide whichever you prefer to be canon as i love them both

also im really self concious about this part so please give me your honest feedback ilysm

let me know if you want an epilouge! i would be down to write it

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BTS Reaction to not being able to communicate with their foreigner crush-

(for anon)


Jin-

Originally posted by vainjunhui

Jin saw you and was instantly interested. He could see the confusion in your face when he tried to communicate how attractive you were. He thought as hard as he could on how to say it properly in English. “Where’s namjoon when you need him?”


Suga-

Originally posted by sugasuite

Yoongi couldn’t believe how adorable you were when you looked shy and confused. After trying to ask your name in his language, your cheeks turned red after asking “i’m sorry, what?” several times. “Waaaaay too cute to handle.”


J-Hope-

Originally posted by hohbi

After Hoseok attempted (and failed) to try to speak to you, he whined and pouted back to the boys. “I just wish I could say something to her, you know?” 


Rap Mon-

Originally posted by kthspjm

Once Namjoon realized that you couldn’t speak any of the languages he could, he became just alittle bit more shy and slightly frustrated. “Ahh, how am I supposed to tell her how cute she is?”


Jimin-

Originally posted by sonyeondan

After a failed attempt at the communication, Jimin could only blush and blow a small kiss to you. Hoping you’d realize that he is in fact interested. “What do you speak? I’ll learn it for you.”


V-

Originally posted by sekaiz

When Taehyung watched you walk by, he knew he needed to know you. After he realized that you both didn’t speak the same languages, he only smiled wider at you and tried to think of other ways he could talk to you. “Maybe google translate?”


Jungkook-

Originally posted by vhope

When Jungkook saw you and pretty much fell in love, his heart practically broke when he realized you could not communicate properly. “How am I supposed to tell her that i’m her future husband then?”

Infinity - Made in the A.M. series

Originally posted by twofronteeth

Requests: 1. Getting into a fight with h at Anne’s house please. 2. request-going to lunch with h, his family, and your family. (These were two separate requests I just combined them)

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

A/N: I’m starting to work on the requests I’ve been sent, thank you so much to everyone who has been sending them! Feel free to send more 


It had been one of the best days you had had with Harry in a while.

Every day you spent with him seemed to be a great day, but he had been really busy lately so the two of you hadn’t been able to do much. You never blamed him, this was the lifestyle you signed on for after all, but you were still grateful for days like this.

The two of you had started the day with a lazy sleep in. Despite it being the late morning you had remained in bed, shifting from lying in each other’s arms to gentle, loving kisses for hours. The two of you shared some long-awaited downtime together, just drinking each other in.

But when the time on your bedside clock had hit 11 o’clock the two of you had begrudgingly gotten out of bed and started getting ready for the day. Anne had been planning this lunch for weeks and the last thing she would have wanted was for the two of you to be late. You both knew how her mind went to the worst case scenario when anyone was more than three minutes late.

So, punctual as ever, Harry’s car rolled into the driveway of his family home right on 12:30. You had gone to open the door to get out but Harry had grabbed your arm to catch your attention. “Hey,” he spoke softly, “I love you.”

You were sure your smile spread from ear to ear as you returned those three little words. You leaned over to place one last gentle kiss on Harry’s lips before you joined both his and your family for lunch.

When you walked in, both your families were already scattered in small groups throughout the house, each in separate conversations. “Y/N!” Anne exclaimed as she saw you walk through the door. She quickly made her way over to you and wrapped you up in a big hug, squeezing you so tight you could hardly breathe. “Good to see you too, Mum,” Harry joked as he stood to the side.

She gave him a light smack on the arm but pulled him into a hug seconds later. “It’s good to see you,” she mumbled into his shoulder.

The two of you spent the next half hour greeting the rest of the family members who were at the gathering and sipping champagne, up until Anne announced that the food was ready. You both took your seats at the table and seconds later Harry had placed his hand on your thigh, tracing small circles with his thumb.

For a while, everything was complete bliss. Harry was by your side and your family was all around, chatting and eating great food. You had always been very family orientated and times like this were one of the things you loved most in this world.

Everything was going perfectly until your mother brought up your family friend, Isabelle, having a baby last week.

“Hopefully it won’t be long until Harry and Y/N start giving us cute little grandchildren,” Anne said with a grin.

“Well, he better put a ring on it first,” you joked and everyone else laughed along easily.

Everyone, that is, but Harry.

At your words, he hastily removed his hand from your thigh and your laughing was cut short. A few people around the table, as well as yourself, noticed his sour expression, Gemma being one of them. With a quick glance between the two of you, she knew to change the subject.

“I’m thinking of visiting Isabelle and the baby tomorrow if anyone wants to join me,” she broke the silence that had filled the room. By now everyone had noticed that Harry did not appreciate your joke, so everyone was quick to latch onto her subject change.

You, on the other hand, just looked at Harry in confusion. What was his problem? The two of you had been dating for over three years now and had been living together for almost two. Surely marriage is what you were working towards. The two of you had never said it out loud before, but you had thought you had this silent understanding of what you both wanted for the future. But now you were starting to doubt this.

Harry refused to meet your gaze, eyes moving to whoever was speaking at that moment but never engaging in the conversation.

You stared down at your food, no longer feeling at all hungry.

“Excuse me,” you mumbled, standing in your chair abruptly.

“You alright love?” Anne looked at you in concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just going to the bathroom sorry,” you smiled at her, but it didn’t meet your eyes.

You quickly exited the dining room, acutely aware of Harry standing in his place and following you out. You walked all the way to the other end of the house before turning to face Harry, you didn’t want your families to hear any of this conversation. You opened your mouth to speak but Harry beat you to it.

“What the hell was that Y/N?” he snapped at you.

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"Hang on, lemme take a selfie!"

Context: Our fighter was transported from Fantasy Earth to the current world the campaign takes place in. After getting her phone recharged a few sessions ago, she decided to take this opportunity to take a selfie during an encounter. 

DM: Alright, your turn.

Fighter: I’m not gonna attack, I’m going to turn around and take out my cellphone.

Everyone OOC: *Howling with laughter*

DM: Hold up, hold up! You do not have the Improved Selfie feat so you invoke an attack of opportunity!

Fighter OOC: That is a risk that I am willing to take!

DM: *Still laughing* Alright roll a 1d20 for your selfie.

Fighter: *Rolls a Nat 1*

Everyone is laughing really hard again.

DM: It’s so blurry that you can’t even tell what you’re trying to see. You know what your picture is? It’s you getting hit and trying to dodge and it- it just looks really bad.

The fighter only took 6 damage and she only cared about the fact that her picture was blurry while everyone else stood there confused.

BTS reaction- Being asked about you in an interview/variety show

Anon asked: “BTS reaction where the interviewer/host of a tv show asks them about you?❤️💙💛”

A/N: I am posting a reaction after SO long so I am very sorry if this isn’t up to my usual standards :) I promise the next couple of reactions will be better written!

**As usual gifs are not mine. Credit to the rightful owners. Images sourced from google images**

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Jin

Jin would probably be very embarrassed and would be laughing so much. His ears would turn red while answering the question directed towards him but it just means he is happy to talk about you.

The camera panned to his red face as just a few seconds ago he had been asked about you. “So is it right? You went on your first official date?” the interviewer asked. Jin couldn’t stop laughing. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before responding. “Yes. Yes were are officially dating. I hope ARMY’S can give us a lot of love, and support y/n and give her as much understanding and love as they give me” his ears had turned red by this point. “ When is the second date then?” the host teased. He turned to look at the camera. “ I am waiting for your answer y/n” and he handed the mic back to Namjoon prompting a lot of ooh’s from the boys.


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the waiting game

Lardo’s already setting up the camera when Nursey walks in to the room, and he sees her jump a little when he asks, “Alright, Lards, where do you want me?”

“On the stool there, just make yourself comfortable,” Lardo answers, waving her hand towards the stool in the middle of the room as she adjusts the camera on the tripod.

“So what is this about anyway?” he asks, trying to decide whether or not to cross his legs.

“It’s this project for my multimedia class, but I’m trying to go a little weird and experimental with it, so we’re going to do some word association if that’s cool?”

“Totally chill, brah, whenever you’re ready,” Nursey grins, looking straight into the camera.

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Hey quick reminder that Preston and Harrison are, in fact, assholes?


And before you ask, YES they are my favorite characters, and NO I am not trying to hurt anyone by saying this. I’m just stating the facts: Preston is a self-absorbed jerk, and Harrison has a twisted sense of what’s okay and what’s not.


Before y'all can react and yell at me, let me justify myself:


Harrison is adorable and I love him, but damn the boy’s got problems. See for yourself:

-He has basically scarred Max for life by making him cough up ribbons and bouquets and god knows what else, and his response to doing this was ‘i was trying to hit Neil but oh well.’

-He tricked Neil into believing in magic by making him think Nikki’s life was on the line.

-He pushed Nerris into a lake because he wanted to look like he was helping her out…then nearly drowned them both.

-He broke his and Nerris’s egg, then put the hat back on Nerris’s head—wtf bro

-He offered to saw his parents in half, which on hand is great and all but on the other hand REALLY HARRISON you know your magic is kind of faulty and still you wanna try pulling this shit??

Preston isn’t really problematic like that.., he’s just a jerk that people like to pretend he’s not. He scoffs at everyone’s acting, he screams like a banshee at his grandma, he has some of the best lines in the show (‘my acting career, like the mistakes of so many teenage girls, has been…aborted’)—hell, even when he was being abused by Nurf he maintained his sass levels ('im a terrible parent!’ 'you really are, nurf.’) We are dealing with the loudest, most savage shakespeare ever—and yet people transform him smol cupcake.


Look, I don’t hate these characters. In fact, I adore them. I would kill a man for them. I would take them in my home, and pay good money for their education.

And there’s the thing… when I talk about loving these characters, I mean THESE characters. Not these shy, Tortured™ versions you guys have created.


Did Preston and Harrison have to got through some serious shit? Yes.

Does that make them any less asshole-y? No.


Treat them like the obnoxious drama queen and mag-prick they are, and make them SHINE.

We Don't Talk Anymore | Pt. 5

Taehyung Angst

Maybe you mean a lot more to me than I thought..

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Originally posted by defdaniksgf


“I’m sorry, but I won’t fall for your stupid games anymore, Taehyung-ah..”

With those words being said, you shoved him away from you and walked towards the door, ready to find Jungkook so he could drive you somewhere else where you could cry peacefully.

But before you could step out of the room, Taehyung bolted forward and blocked the door, the anger in his eyes turning his once soft looking eyes into glaring ones.

Stuffing his hand in his pocket, he took out a key and locked the door as he hissed. “You’re not going anywhere until we’re done speaking, Y/N.”

Wait, where did he find that key?

Dismissing your thoughts, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Taehyung, let me go.”

Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Taehyung leaned against the door, his eyes never leaving yours. “No. Never.”

Huffing loudly, you walked away from Taehyung as you unlocked your phone and dialed the first number that came to your mind. Jungkook’s.

Placing the device against your ear, you hoped for him to pick up as soon as possible. He picked up immediately. “Y/N?! Are you okay?! Where are you?! Did he do anything to you-”

“Jungkook, I’m okay. Can you please come to room 276 and get me out of here? He won’t let me go-”

Before you could end your sentence, your phone was being yanked away from your hand, the device now in the hand of your once called best friend.

“Don’t you dare come here.” He hissed to Jungkook as he glared at you, his hand forming a fist.

Without giving Jungkook to chance to say anything, he hung up and shoved your phone into his pocket.

“Are you crazy, Taehyung?! What are you doing?!”

“I’m trying to talk to you.”

“No! You’re forcing me, Taehyung! You’re torturing me!”

Taking a few steps forward, he started shouting. “I am torturing you?! Do you know what torturing is?! Torturing is what you’ve done to me for these past few weeks! It’s what you’re doing to us, Y/N!”

Running his fingers through his hair, he took a deep breath. “I just want you back, Y/N.. I just want the old us back..”

Trying to blink away your tears, you looked into his eyes. “Nothing can be the way it once was, Taehyung..”

After hearing your words, you saw how he furrowed his eyebrows. “D-Do you love him?”

Rolling your eyes at his question, you walked toward the door. “Taehyung, unlock the door.”

Walking towards you, he grabbed your wrist and yanked you to his body. “Answer me, Y/N! Did you fall in love with him?”

No.. How could I when my heart already belongs to you?

“It doesn’t even go through the edge of your mind, huh? It doesn’t even go through the edge of your mind that I won’t fall in love with you!”

You watched how Taehyung stumbled away from you after hearing your hurtful words, his eyes filled with tears and his mouth agape, lost for words.

It broke your heart to see him like that, to know that you were the reason why he was hurting but you had to do it.

Suddenly, someone started banging on the door. “Y/N! Are you okay?! Taehyung, you bastard, open the door!”

Looking away from the door, you looked at Taehyung wo was standing in front of you, his unreadable eyes never leaving yours.

Taking out the key from his pocket, he unlocked the door. Before you could say anything, Jungkook run towards you and engulfed you in his strong arms.

Leaning back a little bit, he placed his hands on your face and asked. “Are you okay?”

Averting your eyes, you nodded weakly. Just when you felt him lunge towards Taehyung, you grabbed his arm and whispered. “Please don’t. Please, let’s.. let’s just go..”

Without looking at Taehyung, you started walking out of the classroom but stopped when you heard his words.

“It will never come out of my mind anymore, don’t worry, Y/N..”

hamilton   /   starter sentences.

feel   free   to   change   the   pronouns   to   make   these   fit!

  • ’ this kid is insane, man! ’
  • ’ the world’s gonna know your name! ’
  • ’ what’s your name, man? ’
  • ’ there’s a million things i haven’t done. ’
  • ’ just you wait. ’
  • ’ in new york you can be a new man. ’
  • ’ you could never back down. ’
  • ’ you never learned to take your time. ’
  • ’ the world will never be the same. ’
  • ’ pardon me, are you [ name ], sir? ’
  • ’ i’m at your service, sir. ’
  • ’ i have been looking for you. ’
  • ’ i’m getting nervous. ‘
  • ‘ can i buy you a drink? ‘
  • ‘ while we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice. ‘
  • ‘ don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for. ‘
  • ‘ you can’t be serious. ‘
  • ‘ you want to get ahead? ‘
  • ‘ fools who run their mouths off wind up dead. ‘
  • ‘ what time is it? ‘
  • ‘ pour me another brew, son! ‘
  • ‘ to the revolution! ‘
  • ‘ good luck with that. ‘
  • ‘ what do you stall for? ‘
  • ‘ if you stand for nothing, [ name ], what’ll you fall for? ‘
  • ‘ who are you? ‘
  • ‘ i am not throwing away my shot. ‘
  • ‘ i’m young, scrappy, and hungry. ‘
  • ‘ with every word i drop knowledge. ‘
  • ‘ i’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal. ‘
  • ‘ only nineteen, but my mind is older. ‘
  • ‘ i have learned to manage. ‘
  • ‘ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ‘
  • ‘ don’t be shocked when your history book mentions me. ‘
  • ‘ i will lay down my life if it sets us free. ‘
  • ‘ if you talk, you’re gonna get shot! ‘
  • ‘ i think your pants look hot. ‘
  • ‘ what are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot? ‘
  • ‘ oh, am i talkin’ too loud? ‘
  • ‘ i promise that i’ll make y'all proud. ‘
  • ‘ rise up. ‘
  • ‘ i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. ‘
  • ‘ i never thought i’d live past twenty. ‘
  • ‘ this is not a moment, it’s the movement. ‘
  • ‘ we need to handle our financial situation. ‘
  • ‘ i may not live to see our glory. ‘
  • ‘ i will gladly join the fight. ‘
  • ‘ let’s have another round tonight. ‘
  • ‘ raise a glass to freedom. ‘
  • ‘ remind me what we’re looking for. ‘
  • ‘ i’m looking for a mind at work. ‘
  • ‘ there’s nothing like summer in the city. ‘
  • ‘ your perfume smells like your daddy’s got money. ‘
  • [ name ], you disgust me. ‘
  • ‘ you want a revolution? i want a revelation. ‘
  • ‘ chaos and bloodshed are not a solution. ‘
  • ‘ they’re playing a dangerous game. ‘
  • ‘ for shame, for shame! ‘
  • ‘ it’s hard to listen to you with a straight face. ‘
  • ‘ honestly, you shouldn’t even talk. ‘
  • ‘ my dog speaks more eloquently than thee. ‘
  • ‘ i’d rather be divisive than indecisive. ‘
  • ‘ you say the price of my love’s not a price that you’re willing to pay. ‘
  • ‘ why so sad? ‘
  • ‘ now you’re making me mad. ‘
  • ‘ you’ll be back. ‘
  • ‘ soon you’ll see. ‘
  • ‘ you’ll remember you belong to me. ‘
  • ‘ time will tell. ‘
  • ‘ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love. ‘
  • ‘ don’t change the subject. ‘
  • ‘ i’ll love you till my dying days. ‘
  • ‘ when you’re gone, i’ll go mad. ‘
  • ‘ i will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love. ‘
  • ‘ any hope of success is fleeting. ‘
  • ‘ i cannot be everywhere at once. ‘
  • ‘ i’m in dire need of assistance. ‘
  • ‘ close the door on your way out. ‘
  • ‘ have i done something wrong, sir? ‘
  • ‘ dying is easy, young man. living is harder. ‘
  • ‘ why are you telling me this? ‘
  • ‘ we are a powder keg about to explode. ‘
  • ‘ i have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight. ‘
  • ‘ where are you taking me? ‘
  • ‘ i’m about to change your life. ‘
  • ‘ this is not a game. ‘
  • ‘ you strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied. ‘
  • ‘ you’re like me. i’m never satisfied. ‘
  • ‘ i’ll see you on the other side of the war. ‘
  • ‘ love doesn’t discriminate. ‘
  • ‘ there are things that the homilies and hymns won’t teach ya. ‘
  • ‘ i am the one thing in life i can control. ‘
  • ‘ there’s only one way for us to win this. ‘
  • ‘ i’m sorry, is this not your speed?! ‘
  • ‘ can we agree that duels are dumb and immature? ‘
  • ‘ my name’s been through a lot, i can take it. ‘
  • ‘ i’m more than willing to die. ‘
  • ‘ look around at how lucky we are. ‘
  • ‘ how long have you known? ‘
  • ‘ you should have told me. ‘
  • ‘ i’m not sorry. ‘
  • ‘ look at where you started. ‘
  • ‘ the fact that you’re alive is a miracle. ‘
  • ‘ we don’t need a legacy. ‘
  • ‘ we don’t need money. ‘
  • ‘ no one has more resilience. ‘
  • ‘ i know that we can win. ‘
  • ‘ history has its eyes on you. ‘
  • ‘ immigrants: we get the job done. ‘
  • ‘ so what happens if we win? ‘
  • ‘ the world turned upside down. ‘
  • ‘ do you know how hard it is to lead? ‘
  • ‘ don’t come crawling back to me. ‘
  • ‘ you’re on your own. ‘
  • ‘ i’m dedicating everyday to you. ‘
  • ‘ domestic life was never quite my style. ‘
  • ‘ i’ll be around for you. ‘
  • ‘ i’ll do whatever it takes. ‘
  • ‘ i’ll make a million mistakes. ‘
  • ‘ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ‘
  • ‘ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ‘
  • ‘ why do you write like you’re running out of time? ‘
  • ‘ why do you always say what you believe? ‘
  • ‘ it’s the middle of the night. ‘
  • ‘ is this a legal matter? ‘
  • ‘ you’re making a mistake. ‘
  • ‘ don’t forget to write. ‘
  • ‘ we have to win. ‘
  • ‘ i’ve come home to this? ‘
  • ‘ headfirst, into the abyss! ‘
  • ‘ let’s get to the bottom of this. ‘
  • ‘ so what did i miss? ‘
  • ‘ you wanna pull yourself together? ‘
  • ‘ take a break. ‘
  • ‘ i am on my way. ‘
  • ‘ i’ve got so much on my plate. ‘
  • ‘ it’s good to see your face. ‘
  • ‘ screw your courage to the sticking place. ‘
  • ‘ close your eyes and dream. ‘
  • ‘ there’s trouble in the air, you can smell it. ‘
  • ‘ i hadn’t slept in a week. ‘
  • ‘ i don’t know how to say no to this. ‘
  • ‘ i am ruined. ‘
  • ‘ nobody needs to know. ‘
  • ‘ we oughta give it a try. ‘
  • ‘ talk less. smile more. ‘
  • ‘ hate the sin, love the sinner. ‘
  • ‘ i’ve always considered you a friend. ‘
  • ‘ i swear your pride will be the death of us all. ‘
  • ‘ now is the time to stand! ‘
  • ‘ we’re too fragile to start another fight. ‘
  • ‘ have you an ounce of regret? ‘
  • ‘ ev'ry action has its equal, opposite reactions. ‘
  • ‘ it must be nice
. ‘
  • ‘ i wanna give you a word of warning. ‘
  • ‘ relax, have a drink with me. ‘
  • ‘ why do you have to say goodbye? ‘
  • ‘ i don’t have to tell you anything at all. ‘
  • ‘ do you promise not to tell another soul what you saw? ‘
  • ‘ are my answers to your satisfaction? ‘
  • ‘ rumors only grow. ‘
  • ‘ i wrote my way out of hell. ‘
  • ‘ overwhelm them with honesty. ‘
  • ‘ have you read this? ‘
  • ‘ i came as soon as i heard. ‘
  • ‘ i’m not here for you. ‘
  • ‘ you could never be satisfied. ‘
  • ‘ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ‘
  • ‘ that’s one less thing to worry about. ‘
  • ‘ you ever see somebody ruin their own life? ‘
  • ‘ i saved every letter you wrote me. ‘
  • ‘ i knew you were mine. ‘
  • ‘ you said you were mine. ‘
  • ‘ i thought were mine. ‘
  • ‘ you and your words flooded my senses. ‘
  • ‘ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ‘
  • ‘ you have ruined our lives. ‘
  • ‘ i hope that you burn. ‘
  • ‘ they don’t exactly cover this subject in boarding school. ‘
  • ‘ stay alive. ‘
  • ‘ is he breathing? is he going to survive this? ‘
  • ‘ there is suffering too terrible to name. ‘
  • ‘ i never liked the quiet before. ‘
  • ‘ that never used to happen before. ‘
  • ‘ can you imagine? ‘
  • ‘ i know i don’t deserve you, [ name ]. ‘
  • ‘ is there anything you wouldn’t do? ‘
  • ‘ i’ll be damned! ‘
  • ‘ what if this bullet is my legacy? ‘
  • ‘ legacy. what is a legacy? ‘
  • ‘ i’m the villain in your history. ‘
  • ‘ who lives, who dies, who tells your story? ‘
I wanna tell you a story

This is a story of how assholes in the workplace can fuck with ADA compliance

Let me make this pretty fucking clear, first as a prologue to this story A disability isn’t just the actual thing wrong with you. It’s the anxiety that goes along with being stuck, the fear of having an episode, the constant stress of avoiding an episode, the difficulties of adapting to the environment. It’s also pain management, moderating how much you do in a shift, and so on. It is also the emotional trauma that comes with the physical disability.

Let me tell you about myself. I have very limited vision. I fake being sighted very well because I knew what it was like to have sight. But I’ve been mostly blind now for almost 22 years. It gets worse every year as I age. I have constant difficulty adapting. So if my phone (which I use as a visual aid) starts to die, it upsets me. If I get disoriented, it can trigger anxiety attacks. If the light is too bright, or I don’t have my sunglasses, or I simply have a bad day, it triggers a migraine. Those migraines are physically debilitating. My immune system has a hair trigger. Stress triggers all sorts of horrible attacks from skin to lung. And then there’s the emotional frustration and suffering that goes with this.

But never mind that shit. It’s shit you can’t see, right, so it must not be real. I deal with it, because I know how insensitive able-bodied people can be. I put up with it and I manage it, but sometimes I can’t anymore, and I just need a fucking break. But when that happens, because I seldom mention it, people treat me as if I’m hysterical. I’m not. I just need my fifteen minutes of silence where someone isn’t telling me how to live. So yeah, I don’t often talk about my disability unless it comes up and has something to do with physically being able to do my job. I’ve never had a job I couldn’t do, if some minor changes were made, and I always had great employers who helped make those changes. However…it’s not just the place and the way things are done that need alteration. Sometimes it’s the people too.

And now we are to the story.

I used to have this job that involved me being out on a floor, chatting to people. Anyway, I got into a conversation with one of my coworkers while we were just sitting there, and I mentioned that I have bad vision.

She was stunned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m legally blind. It’s a long story.”

And it’s one I like to avoid telling in this kind of environment, but the trouble is, once you’ve said that you have a disability, able people want to fucking push. They want to test you, or they’re curious, and they feel they have the right to know, and so by god you better tell them, or you’re obviously a liar. And yeah, you can say to yourself that that isn’t what you’re doing, but it is a story you’re telling yourself to feel better. To the person receiving that kind of treatment, it’s insensitive, intrusive, and can actually trigger symptoms.

It’s like if you discuss your condition you give up the right to have boundaries. I now know how to say to people, “you don’t have the right to know that about me, and right now you’re triggering my anxiety by reminding me of all the fucking doctors visits I had to sit through where they injected me with dye that caused anaphylaxis and stabbed needles into my eye,” but at the time of this story, I didn’t know what to say, besides answering the question.

So I gave a very shortened version of why I am legally blind. She kept questioning me. Can I drive, can I read, can I this, can I that? But what about all the times I’ve seen you do this, or that, or whatever? Did you try eating kale, did you try this, did you try that? I finally said, “I went to some of the best specialists on earth for over six years. I’m just a freak of nature, and you’re actually making me really uncomfortable right now.”

This was because her questions had become hostile, judgemental, and disrespectful. She assumed that because my condition is idiopathic (unknown cause), it must not be real. She assumed that because she’d seen me look at things, I must be able to see them. She acted on that idea by being aggressive, acting as if she knows more about the human eye than I do. You want to know about how much I know about the human eye?

When I was in high school, I was in AP anatomy (I had to have a dedicated lab partner to dissect things for me, because you don’t want a blind person holding a scalpel, but that was fine). When the segment on the eye came along…my teacher asked me to teach the class..cold. No preparation. He did this because I had been getting picked on for my condition, and he wanted to show that my condition made me stronger. I walked up to the transparency machine, and I taught the fucking class. Not just an in-depth explanation of the anatomy of the eye, but the way it works, how the brain processes it, the various dysfunctions it can have, and then people began asking how my vision worked, and for the first time, I got to explain to my class (the same people who knew me BEFORE I lost my vision) how I see.

By the end of that hour, kids understood, and they never made fun of me again.

That’s how much I have known about the eye since I was 15 years old. And here’s this fucking woman, insinuating that I am making more out of it than it is, telling me I probably have too alkaline a diet, or this that and the other.

I finally said to her, “This is really bothering me, can we change the subject?”

She says “Did you go to a priest?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, doctors don’t know anything. Did you go to a priest and pray?”

“I’m an atheist, and I don’t think any of this is your business.”

“Well, that’s your problem. You didn’t pray enough. That’s why you’re sick and why your eyes don’t work.”

You didn’t pray enough.

I looked her right in the place where her eye would be if I could see her fucking face and said, “At the time this happened, I was 14. My step father was a minister and I went to church every Sunday. I’m an atheist because my illness brought up a lot of issues and never offered anything but fear. Are you seriously going to sit there and tell me that I was sick because I didn’t pray?”

And you know what she said to me? “You obviously were a sinner then and never repented.” And then…

THEN..

She starts singing a fucking hymn at me.

I got up, shaking with rage, I walked over to my boss and explained that I was leaving. She asked why, was going to argue with me that my shift wasn’t up, except that she saw me and understood that if I didn’t leave, i was going to hurt someone. I told her that I had just been treated so badly, it was actually causing me to have hives (which it was), and that I knew I was going to have a migraine very soon. I didn’t wait for her to answer. I just left. I walked down the street to a store and called my best friend Angela. Angela is the daughter of an ex-priest (who came out and married a man) and a nun (who also has a chronic illness) and when Angela was born, she had a rare heart defect that resulted in a massive stroke at the age of 1. She has had FIVE open heart surgeries to rebuild and repair her heart. She is chronically ill in ways I cannot imagine. She is also intelligent, caring, manages a support network and charity for people with heart conditions, helps raise my niece, and oh yeah…is religious, but the kind of religious I like because she really lives by the words.

When I told her what this woman did to me, she was absolutely speechless. The fact that anyone would say a child deserved to be given a horrible illness and suffer, because they were a sinner and needed to beg for forgiveness is fucking gross. If that’s how her god operates, fuck him. If that’s how grace functions, then fucking count me out.

I spent two hours sitting on a park bench, shaking from head to toe, in pain, my skin reacting to the stress with welts and hives. Within about thirty minutes, I got my migraine warnings. These happen to me whenever I am under serious stress, because my blood pressure increases, and when this happens, it puts pressure into my eye. This causes a chain reaction. I finally made it home, and quit that job two weeks later, because every time I had to work with that woman, it gave me the most horrible anxiety.

I kept expecting her to try and bless me, or demand I go to her priest, or try and tell me that I should stop taking my medications, or mock me, or call me a sinner. Tell me I was going to hell…because obviously sickness is a sign of sin. And she low key did, and that was enough, but the anticipation of having to see her every day…that’s what killed me.

SO GET THIS THROUGH YOUR FUCKING HEADS ABLE-BODIED PEOPLE

A disability isn’t just the physical problem. It’s the PTSD of dealing with operations, doctors, interrogations, tests, surgeries, and on and on. It’s pain management and exhaustion. It’s depression and frustration. It’s anxiety triggered by people being insensitive pricks (and in my case, the triggering of my immune system when under stress). It’s the constant strain of trying to adapt and perform as well as others. It’s the constant worry that someone will behave toward you in a way that is condescending, and that you will have to fight, once again, to be treated fairly.

THAT’S A FUCKING DISABILITY.

Imagine what you might feel if I took your arm away. Imafine what you’d feel if a person made fun of you, told you to get over it, told you that you didn’t pray enough. Now imagine it’s a disability they can’t see. How do they act? Like you’re a fucking liar who makes shit up to get attention. And they treat you like that too. I can’t tell you how many stories I’ve heard from people who have told me that when their co-workers found out they had a disability, people were told to get out, to quit, were harassed, had equipment sabotaged…

So when you make your workplace ADA compliant, think about the people you have on your team and handle that shit too. Get rid of employees or contractors who are going to destroy the productivity of a disabled worker, because I can fucking promise you something: if you don’t, it will cost you. I was damn good at that job. When I left, my boss begged me not to. She even offered to fire the other girl, but by then I was already so over the job and the people and the place, that it was way more trouble than I could handle. I was better at my job than she was, and because of her bullshit, my boss lost a good employee, and then eventually fired the other one too. Disabled people have more fucking work ethic than you can imagine. Can you even comprehend what it takes me to live on a daily basis? It’s WORK. And If I can work through life AND work through your shitty job, you’re going to really be pissed if I leave.

Disabled people can contribute, but they need those around them to grasp what they’re dealing with. It’s not about pity. It’s not about going easy on us. We can handle difficulty, because we do every day. It’s about being mindful and decent. It’s about having fucking common sense.

So maybe I should add to my list of ways to deal with partially sighted or blind people DON’T FUCKING SING HYMNS OVER THEM OR SUGGEST GOD PUNISHED THEM FOR NOT PUTTING THEIR BIKE AWAY BY STRIKING THEM DOWN WITH BLINDNESS.

cozy || b.b

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Cozy cuddles and banter with Bucky.

Warnings: nothing at all it’s all fluff

Word Count: 690 

A/N: ugh wow i am in such a fluff kick so get ready ya’ll


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  —  —  —  LIGHT HEARTED SUGGESTIONS STARTERS

‘  the world is a little happier with you in it.  ’
‘  i have the right to be happy and i will not let you or anyone else take that from me.  ’
‘  i’m done apologizing for who i am.  ’
‘  i am stronger now and i will not say sorry.  ’
‘  let this moment be your starting point. let this moment be the one when it all began.  ’
‘  if you have nothing, you have nothing to lose.  ’
‘  it’s never too late to rebuild yourself.  ’
‘  healing takes time, but it will come.  ’
‘  your warmth and kindness is more beautiful than you know.  ’
‘  your feelings are valid.  ’
‘  your opinons are valid.  ’
‘  your happiest moment is still yet to come.  ’
‘  turn off the light and close your eyes. it can wait until tomorrow.  ’
‘  self love is a daily commitment.  ’
‘  don’t let those thoughts that are telling you can’t keep you from trying at all.  ’
‘  not today. i won’t let it defeat me.  ’
‘  stop punishing yourself. please. you don’t deserve it.  ’
‘  breathe.  ’
‘  you don’t deserve that! demand better!  ’
‘  i hope you find what your soul really needs.  ’
‘  i hope you find the happiness you yearn for.  ’
‘  there is a point where you have to let go of the anger.  ’
‘  even if your voice was shaky and you stuttered on your words, you still spoke up and i am so proud you did.  ’
‘  there’s something incredible about you and i can’t quite tell what it is. maybe that’s the magic in it.  ’
‘  i know you want more and your heart is driven like that, but don’t take on too much.  ’
‘  people aren’t always going to do and say what you want them to and that’s okay.  ’
‘  you are a living, breathing masterpiece.  ’
‘  some might not understand your beauty, but you are art nonetheless.  ’
‘  quiet down those thoughts. it’s not worth it tonight.  ’
‘  try to have gentle thoughts.  ’
‘  your intrusive thoughts are just thoughts and nothing more than that.  ’
‘  i love you… i always have.  ’
‘  i tell myself i don’t care, but i care too much.  ’
‘  maybe you and i exist together on a different wavelength than the rest of the world. perhaps, we are on a separate frequency.  ’
‘  concept: we’re both in our softest pajamas, your arms around me and our legs are intertwined. you kiss the back of my neck and tell me you won’t ever let me go.  ’
‘  look close enough and you’ll find how much i adore you in every subconscious thing i do.  ’
‘  there are countless parts of you i’ve yet to meet, yet to memorize. nevertheless, i’ll keep wanting to get to know you even when i know everything.  ’
‘  you make me feel loved in my unlovable moments and beautiful even in my ugliest ones.  ’
‘  oh darling, how deeply you’ve become a part of me. i can’t help but feel something is missing when you’re gone.  ’
‘  i can’t help but feel something is missing when you’re gone.  ’
‘  thank you for never making me inadequate or dumb or inferior.  ’
‘  your constant love and respect has given me incredible strength and confidence.  ’
‘  thank you for seeing all the good in me.  ’
‘  every night i image you beside me.  ’
‘  it breaks my heart that you can’t fall asleep with me in the same room or the same city, but i always remember that even an imagined silhouette of you is better than nothing at all.  ’
‘  the spaces between your fingers are where mine fit perfectly.  ’
‘  by some miracle, the universe created you. of all the infinite combinations of atoms, somehow that infinity filtered down to form you.  ’
‘  what people think of you is not equivalent to who you are.  ’
‘  the moment i let myself believe i was going to be okay was the moment i finally was.  ’
‘  protecting your own happiness ins’t selfish.  ’
‘  you deserve every ounce of happiness.  ’
‘  a week, a month, a year without you is nothing compared to the lifetime we’ll spend together.  ’
‘  tomorrow is a new day. and a new day after that. it’s never too late to start over.  ’
‘  i finally realize that i no longer need your approval and i never really did.  ’
‘  maybe i will be okay in the end.  ’
‘  maybe i will find all that i’m searching for.  ’
‘  maybe i will figure out all that i am.  ’
‘  whatever. whatever. whatever. let is pass right by you.  ’
‘  you are not a failure. please believe that.  ’
‘  you are only presented with obstacles you are strong enough to conquer.  ’
‘  it’s been long enough. it’s time to forgive yourself.  ’
‘  your bad days don’t make your good days any less good.  ’
‘  even in your darkest times, the sun still rises.  ’
‘  your existence wasn’t a mistaken accident, it was a creation from almost nothing to something incredible – a miracle even.  ’
‘  your feelings are your own. no one should be allowed to define them for you.  ’
‘  ever since our storylines intertwined, i haven’t stopped smiling. you are the best plot twist.   ’
‘  your thoughts are something that deserve to be heard.  ’
‘  sometimes it’s not meant to be, but that doesn’t mean there’s no value in it happening.  ’
‘  your greatest love story is the one you have with yourself.  ’
‘  i have the right to be happy and i will not let you or anyone else take that from me.  ’
‘  your existence alone has altered the world. you are more important than you know.  ’
‘  thank you for letting me forget all the bad, even just for a second.  ’
‘  you were built for whatever is thrown your way. you are ready.  ’
‘  no matter what your mind is telling you, please know that you are enough.  ’
‘  what i can’t fathom is how we can be so close yet so far away.  ’
‘  you are not a bad person for having bad thoughts. forgive yourself.  ’
‘  you are growing from this.  ’
‘  you will heal in time.  ’
‘  your strength and kindness is more beautiful than you know.  ’
‘  i’m just trying to be happy and stop thinking about what other people think.  ’
‘  i want to be someone who sees magic in ordinary things.  ’
‘  be extra. enjoy things and show it. stop apologizing for it.  ’
‘  why do you keep trying to impress people who don’t matter?  ’
‘  let go of the hate. let go of the anger. let go of the resentment. just let it go because it’s holding you back.  ’
‘  you’re really cute and you make me really happy.  ’
‘  show me your genuine care.  ’
‘  why are you beating yourself up over things you can’t control? breathe.  ’
‘  people annoy me too easily. i need to cut that shit out. i’m not cool enough to be trying to pull that.  ’
‘  underestimate me and give me the ability to prove you wrong.  ’
‘  you don’t have to have everything figured out.  ’
‘  you’re not a bad person for being angry.  ’
‘  forever is an adventure with you.  ’
‘  you are not a failure. please believe that.  ’
‘  you’re my favorite reason to stay awake.  ’