#im too lazy to tag this properly sorry guys

[juliepaws]

YAOI BLAST!!!!!

Doodles from the past like week or so

[houseofhyde]

tldr;; mechanic!bucky is such a perve when it comes to clueless!reader

(warnings: pervy thoughts/actions, reader could be read as petite but it do be from bucky's pov and that man is massive so... take it as you will, bucky lowkey is a little misoginystic, please don't accept a man who thinks about you this way in real life! unedited because i'm lazy and this was not meant to be so long) mechanic!bucky masterlist

thinking about mechanic!bucky who is too busy trying to sneak a peak up your skirt to properly fix your car. he's a goner from the first time he meets you. a familiar ferrari rolling into the garage, vintage and so red it offends the eyes.

eyes which bucky rolls immediately, because he knows this car and, more importantly, he knows the owner of this car. an older gentleman, with an attitude problem, a rotation of rolexes, and more money to his name than the entire state of new york combined. so, when the door slips open slowly with hesitance, none of that self-assured swing of a man who could not care less if he slams it against something, bucky pauses in his steps.

then out comes you. pretty as a doe, and just as helpless, staining the red bottoms of your heels on oil-slicked floors. naturally, bucky assumes you're the wife, or mistress, of his least favourite client. you look every part the kind of woman a man with money expects to fall at his feet: sharp nails, sparkling lips, mouthwatering legs, all wrapped up in the kind of flouncy skirt that screams 'tennis at 3'.

“is bucky working today?” your voice is the kind of gentle that could haunt a man like bucky, and you’re utterly unaware of it, pushing your sunglasses up your head and flashing him a smile.

“yeah,” he nods, wiping a rag over his hands. the action is pointless: black smudges his skin so deeply, it’s practically tattooed.

head turning slowly to inspect the empty garage, your eyes land back on him with a question, “would you mind fetching him from the back office?”

“we can head into the back office and look for 'im together if you want, doll,” and maybe if he smiles innocently enough, you won't feel the weight of his eyes trailing over every edge and curve of your body. “but you're lookin' at 'im.”

your nose scrunches up, and bucky swears he feels his cock twitch beneath his navy-blue coveralls.

“‘your name tag says james.”

“‘s a formality,” he grows closer, shoving the rag into his back pocket. “everybody just calls me bucky.”

“oh,” a giggle bubbles up your throat, shaking both your shoulders and your tits. it’s as sweet on the ears as you are on the eyes, and suddenly he wonders if it’s a mirror of your moans: soft, teasing, coated in something a little too shy. or are you the kind that screams and shrieks so loud, he’d have to smother a hand over your mouth just to keep the neighbours from knocking? “sorry about that. i didn’t think you would look so...”

he bites back a wolfish grin, replaces it with a stoic line along his lips and delights in the way you shift weight between feet — nothing but a nervous tick, yet bucky can’t help but picture the subtle graze of your thighs pressing against a clothed cunt. does it feel good? bucky could make you feel better.

“so what?” he crosses his arms over his chest, making sure to flex his biceps. if he’s stuck wearing a grubby white tank, day-in and day-out, he may as well take advantage of how exposed it leaves that part of him.

“young!” you spit out so fast, he can’t help but think there’s more you’re not saying. pretty little rich girl like you, you’re probably used to having guys fall at your feet. hell, sit back and spread those legs, and bucky might just fall down too. “my dad always talks about you like you’re a grumpy old man.”

oh.

bucky feels his spine straighten.

oh.

not the wife, but the daughter.

now he’s certain of the twitch between his thighs, like a dormant beast long-last awakened at the smell of a sacrificial lamb. give him the chance snd he’ll gladly make an offering out of you.

“ain’t got all day, princess,” he likes the way you jump at his tone, a little rougher around the edges than it needs to be. maybe your hands could soften him out. he’s willing to test the theory if you are. “you wanna tell me what you were needin’ me for?”

“the engine’s been making a weird noise all morning,” pearly whites press down into your lower lip, accentuating the inviting shape of it as you slowly roll it out from beneath your bite. “at least i think it’s the engine...”

aw, you’re so clueless, bucky might cum.

“well, let’s open ‘er up and take a look under the hood.”

you stare at him.

you blink.

and then you nervously laugh.

“you don’t know how to pop the hood, do ya?” you shake your head and bucky feels a world of opportunities open up right before him. “come ‘ere, lemme show you.”

you’re skittish like a puppy, quick to run when he calls you to heel. one hand perched on the driver’s door, he welcomes you into the space between him and the car — if the door is half-open and the space is a little more cramped than necessary, you don’t mention it. you just glance over your shoulder with eyes awaiting to obey his next command. and, oh, the things he wants to tell you to do...

for now, he settle for a simple finger pointing down at the hood’s lever, “give that a little squeeze for me, would ya?”

you reach down, legs brushing back against his own, and gift him the most beautiful view. one shift of your hips to the right, and you’ll be pressing right back against his cock. he’s tempted to reach out and move you, but it’s too late: the hood pops open and you let out a shocked squeal. what else makes you squeal?

one glance down at the car’s insides — in which he fights off every thought of your insides — and bucky has easily assessed the damage.

“the coolant’s fucked,” you meet his words with a pleading look — the kind that makes him want to put a hand on your shoulder and lower you onto your knees to get a better look at you, a better view of you. he sighs with fake impatience, more than happy to see you fall into the trap he’s laid. “get over ‘ere, gonna teach you a lesson.”

you practically sprint to his side, eager little bunny hopping right into the pointy teeth of a wolf.

“‘kay, now, you see that?” he points mindlessly at the car, fighting off a smirk when you struggle to pinpoint what he wants your attention on. he tuts, like you’re inconveniencing him with your foolish ways, the perfect segue to ghosting a hand over your shoulders and guiding the upper half of your body into lowering itself over the hood. “need to look real close, girl. there, right next to the radiator.”

you turn your head back at him, and it takes every inch of self-control to not grab a fistful of your hair and test just how deep you can arch that spine. “radiator?”

“yeah, princess, they ain’t just for heatin’ up daddy’s penthouse apartment,” suddenly, his mind is flooded with images of you, 50 floors between your feet and the sidewalk, naked as sin and pressed helplessly against a floor-length window, drooling against the glass while he fucks you so full of cum it’s spilling down your thighs and-

“so, it heats up the car?” you ask it so innocently, he almost regrets thinking about how, if you bend over a little more, your skirt will ride up and grant him the view of whatever designer panties you cage your cunt away from the world with.

“opposite,” he returns to the matters at hand. by which, of course, i mean his hands suddenly fulfil their desire to feel how soft your tennis attire is, palm splaying over your lower spine and dipping your body down while he points with purpose this time. “cools it down, using special liquid. but your reservoir’s all out o’ juice, gonna have to fill her up. gotta treat your car like you’d treat your woman: keep her nice and lubricated, else she ain’t gonna be makin’ the noises you wanna be hearin’.”

“oh,” you shift and a flash of white lace winks at him from between your thighs. “so, you can just give me some of that special liquid and i can go?”

oh, darling, if bucky gets the chance to give you his special liquid, there’s no chance in hell he’s letting you go.

“‘fraid not,” bucky delights in the dissapointment that overcomes you. in fact, he wants to see that same pout creep onto your face while he denies your orgasm for the millionth time, followed up with a sob of his name to remind yourself of who exactly is making you feel so good. “she’s a vintage model, a rare breed. can’t be givin’ her any old coolant.”

you’re a rare kind, one that bucky is willing to bet his entire measly life-savings on having only ever felt the touch of affluent boys with twigs between their thighs and a pervasive avoidance of drowning their faces in the sticky goodness of a drooling pussy. the kind that needs to step outside her tax-bracket and get a taste of a real man.

he’s starting to understand why billy joel was so fixated on his uptown girl.

“then what can we give her?” you're starting to speak his language. we, her, like your soft hands are going to fix the car up alongside his calloused ones. hell, bucky would gladly pay you to let him experience such a thing.

“somethin’ that’s as special as her,” his hand slips from your back and there he sees it: a smudge of oil, a marker of where his hand has been on you. something possessive and irrational curls over his heart, and shoots right down to his cock alongside the rest of his blood. hopefully whatever loser your daddy no doubt wants you to settle down with for a new slice of wealth gets a nice glimpse of bucky’s mark on you. “i gotta order it in though, i’m all out. but, tell you what, you leave me your number and i’ll call you once the order arrives.”

your eyes light up, “you’d really do that? promise!”

“scouts honour,” he nods. bucky was never a fucking scout. “won’t even charge you for materials, seein’ as you came all the way here today for nothin’.”

unlike your cunt, money is hardly tight on your end, but bucky likes the way his generosity makes your smile widen.

“thank you!” so, that makes you squeal too. noted. “god, i don’t know why my dad’s always complaining about you. you’re a sweetheart!”

“oh, i’m sure you’re sweeter.”

you’ve barely pulled out the lot before bucky finds himself in the back office, cock in his hand, the shade of your panties on his mind, and a whole row of special coolant containers rattling atop the shelf as he throws his head back in ecstasy.

read part 2 here.

+ extra hyde !

· disclaimer! i literally know nothing about cars, i had to google this shit. i did not come here to be accurate, i came here to cum. · uh this came to me on a whim, i fear i may be ovulating <3 · pov me looking at mechanic!bucky's tits crammed inside his slutty little tank top

[n0vazsq]

Till the day that I die | OP81 x Reader

pairing . . . oscar piastri x dyslexic!youtuber!reader

summary . . . Being dyslexic on social media may be hard, but your knight in shining armour is always there to defend you

request . . . yes!! based on this request

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . blanca soler MY WIFE and lily zneimer for couple posts!

alexavia yaps . . . havent written a smau in a while im afraid ive forgotten how </3 ANYHOW im saur happy ydek bc i dont have to edit this?? i dont have to read it 75 times for mistakes?? MY DYSLEXIC ASS CAN BE FREE!!!!! ps this is LITTERED with refrences! also ignore how i kind off didnt follow the request I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO DO IT. dechipher the captions yallselves im too lazy to do it

y/n l/n posted a new video !

comments !

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yourusername grmw vlog is out!!! had so fun filsming it and we had an ella feaure included!!! (ella is y/n's dog!)

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oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri MY HEART

y/n l/n posted a new video !

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yourusername small phtotdup since my boyafriend is away at war ad is begging for pcitures </3 also a new vlog is out!

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yourusername finally reunited with my beuatufil biyfriend and the love of my life <33 love you till the die that iday tagged: oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri I swear to god if someone comments about the typos in the caption I will personally run you over with my F1 car

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oscarpiastri Happy anniversary, my love. From sneaking glances in the school hallways to cheering me on from the paddock, you’ve been my constant through it all. No matter how fast life moves, you’ll always be my greatest win. I love you forever, always. tagged: yourusername

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fin.

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[adumbratrapedme]

“Caught, Almost!”

Pairing: kenma x reader

Synopsis: you and kenma. needy. school grounds. almost caught. ok? ok.

Warnings: “public” sex, smut, +18, p in v, etc. idk im too lazy to properly tag this uhhh, is my first time writing smut cuz i usually get too nervous while writting it ngl (i take constructive criticism, sooo point out what i could do better. thank you!). nyan!

╭⋅Tbh not even you know how you guys enfed like this huh ╭⋅You where supossed to JUST GO AND FIND YOUR BOYFRIEND that was skipping practice (again) ╭⋅He was tired you know?? You guys just finished exam season and! He got a new game! Common!! Let my man rest!! ╭⋅Anyways, you didn’t care, sorry ken ken, disadvantages of having a manager gf unu ╭⋅So, tbh i would never take kenken as someone that has public sex? But i mean lets try to understand him ok? A full exam week, no gf, no kisses and the only opportunities you had to get together he got cockblocked! Wether it was his or you family ╭⋅When you finally find him sitting in his desk playing with the psp you try to pull him away but he does not comply! ╭⋅Until well… you get irritated and start saying that you’d do anything he wants!! ╭⋅So here we go :3

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“Kenma~!” you called out, your voice echoing through the empty halls as you searched for your elusive boyfriend. Frustration bubbled inside you, and just as you were about to give up, a familiar mop of pudding-colored hair caught your eye through the window of an empty classroom. “UGH! THERE YOU ARE!!” you huffed, storming into the room, Kenma flinched at your sudden outburst, his eyes still glued to his handheld console. "You're still looking for me? So... practice isn't over yet? Great..." he muttered under his breath, clearly bothered by the situation.

"Honeyyyy~" you groaned dramatically as you wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. He didn't budge, his fingers tapping away at the buttons, “keEeeEn~” you whined, playfully trying to push him out of the chair.

"Come on! Kuroo is going to kill me if I don't bring you back!"

Still no reaction.

You leaned in closer, pressing your cheek against his. "Do you really want your beaaauuutiful girlfriend to fail at her manager duties, huh?"

Kenma finally sighed, his gaze never leaving the screen. "

...If it means

you'll leave me alone, then... sure."

"UGH! Kenmaaaa!" you pouted, slumping dramatically in front of him.

Dropping to your knees and hugging his legs you gave him your best puppy-dog eyes. "Please?"

His fingers faltered for a second.

"You're so annoying.." he muttered, but there was the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

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After what felt like hours (okay, maybe just ten minutes) of begging and pressing Kenma to go to practice, you finally hit your limit. Refusing to stand from your spot on the floor, you crossed your arms and gave him your best fake teary eyes, complete with a trembling pout.

“Fine then… let them fire me from my manager position,” you huffed dramatically. Kenma finally glanced down at you, his expression flat. “Y/N… this isn’t a job. They won’t fire you.”

But then — ngh! — his gaze lingered. The sight of you sitting on the floor, all pouty and vulnerable? That triggered something in his brain.

Neurons? Activated.

Kenma? Horny

Y/n? Annoyed

Crops? Watered.

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he averted his gaze, but his voice softened. “But… maybe there’s something we can do… if you really want me to go back to practice.” Your eyes lit up. “YAS! I knew it!” You leapt from the floor, wrapping your arms around him in excitement. “Come on, tell me! I’ll do anything you want!”

Kenma blinked, momentarily stunned by your enthusiasm, before a tiny smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “Well… you know how we haven’t been able to spend much time together lately?” You nodded eagerly, not missing the way his voice dipped into a quieter tone.

“And how every time we try to be alone… someone interrupts us?” he added, glancing at you briefly before looking away again, the blush deepening.

“Uh-huh,” you murmured, heart thumping in anticipation. Kenma cleared his throat. “Well… maybe we can do it now.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait… here?” “The school’s practically empty,” he murmured, setting his PSP down on the desk. “Only a few clubs and… maybe a janitor. But if we’re careful…”

He finally looked back at you, and the heat in his gaze sent shivers down your spine.

“You serious?” you whispered.

Kenma leaned in slightly, his voice low. “Only if you want to.”

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So... in the end, you gave in—how could you possibly resist that pudding-colored mop of hair? And now, here you are, in this exact moment.

You're leaning over his desk, your hands pressing against the surface.

Honestly, you feel a little exposed. Your boyfriend's behind you, and you can feel his gaze, while all you can see is what's right in front of you. You feel his cold hand lift your skirt, the breeze of his breath hitting your core, making you shiver just a little..

"just look at this, huh kitten? i barely even told you what i wanted and you are this wet already?” he said as he pulled down at your underwear, “ so eager to please me huh?” He said leaning into you and giving your ear a few kitten licks.

"P-Please, Kenma," you whispered, a hint of shame in your voice. Doing this in school? It felt so forbidden, so sinful. But deep down, you couldn't deny it — you'd been waiting for this moment just as much as he had.

To be honest, Kenma had wanted to tease you a little longer, but even he couldn't hold back. After the past week of restraint, he was too pent up to keep it inside any longer.

"So whiny..." he murmured while placing open-mouthed kisses on your neck, while one of his hands ran down your shirt until he reached your breasts, the way he squeezed them was very rough, but it was the right one for that moment, his hand was massaging them and the other was busy unbuckling his belt.

"I'm sorry darling..." he whispered into your ear while holding his member with one hand and rubbing it against your entrance earning a soft moan from you "you know that normally I would go slowly but... I don't think there's enough time for that right now"

You nodded in agreement, eager to feel him inside you, you hadn't realized how much you needed this, how much you missed his hands, his kisses and his caresses...

Just when you were lost in your thoughts a sudden pressure at your entrance made you yelp, Kenma's hands gripped your waist firmly, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulled you closer. His breathing was uneven, his gaze heavy with desire as he leaned in.

"Ahh... Y/N..." His voice came out low and hoarse, roughened by the tension building between you. He pushed in deeper, his movements purposeful, each one making you gasp as your body adjusted to him. "You're so tight... nghh..." The way he muttered it, half a groan and half a breathless confession, made your stomach flutter.

A whimper escaped you, soft and broken, your lower lip trembling as you tried to speak through the haze. "K-Kenma... it's so big, I-"

Before you could finish, he picked up his pace, each movement making you lose more control over your voice. You couldn't stop the sounds slipping from your lips, and just as quickly, he silenced you with a kiss - rough, needy, possessive. "I like you better when you just moan for me," he mumbled against your lips, his voice low and commanding.

The words sent a shiver down your spine, making you melt into his touch.

You could feel the tension in your body rising fast, and by the way Kenma gripped you, he could feel it too. The way you clenched around him made him groan softly, his head dropping to your shoulder as he trailed kisses along your neck, leaving faint marks behind.

Normally, he would slow down - tease you, drag things out until you were begging for more. But this time, he couldn't hold back. His own release was close, and it showed in the way his thrusts grew more erratic, rocking the desk beneath you as he pushed deeper.

"Fuck... baby..." His voice was husky, strained, filled with urgency as he buried himself in you. "I'm really close..."

You couldn't hold back your own moans any longer. The intensity of his movements, the weight of his body against your back, the sound of his voice — it was all too much. You didn't care if anyone could hear, if anyone walked by. All that mattered was him.

Kenma's fingers tightened their grip on your hips, his forehead pressed to yours as he pushed you both toward the edge. His heart was racing, his breath ragged in your ear, and you could feel the tension winding tighter and tighter.

"Kenma... please." you whimpered, your voice trembling as you clung to him, your body shaking from the overwhelming sensation.

He groaned softly at the sound of his name falling from your lips, his movements never faltering. He could feel how close you were — he always knew your body better than you did.

And though his usual control would have him drawing things out, this time he couldn't stop. His release was so close, right there, and he didn't want to hold back.

Twenty minutes in, and he already had you falling apart twice. But still, he kept going, chasing that final high — for both of you.

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Kenma's forehead rested against your back, his breath hot and uneven as you both tried to steady yourselves.

His fingers traced slow, soothing patterns under your skirt, a stark contrast to the urgency from moments before. There was a softness in his gaze now, something tender beneath the layers of intensity that still lingered in the air between you.

"Are you okay?" he murmured quietly, his voice softer, more familiar. The concern in his tone made your heart ache in the best way, and you nodded, lips curling into a faint smile.

"I'm okay," you whispered, though your voice still trembled slightly from the aftershocks, your body now fully resting in the desk in a weak attempt of catching your breath.

Kenma's lips twitched into a small smile at your answer. He wasn't always great with words, but his actions said enough. His hands lingered on your hips, steadying you before before turning you around, facing each other, his forehead brushing yours in a quiet moment of calm.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence was comfortable, filled only with the sound of your slowing breaths and the faint creak of the desk beneath you. His thumbs rubbed lazy circles over your skin, grounding both of you as you melted into each other. "I wasn't too rough, was I?" he asked after a moment, his voice quieter, almost hesitant. It wasn't like him to ask, but there was something different in the way he looked at you now — more vulnerable, more open.

You shook your head, cupping his face gently. "No... it was perfect," you said softly, and you meant it.

Kenma sighed in relief, his shoulders relaxing as he leaned into your touch.

His lips pressed a lingering kiss to your palm before he pulled you close again, wrapping his arms around you like he couldn't bear to let go just yet. "You make me feel things I never thought l'd want," he admitted quietly, his voice almost shy. "I've never... wanted someone like this before."

The honesty in his words made your chest tighten, and you couldn't help but smile as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I'm not going anywhere," you whispered against his skin. "You don't have to be afraid of wanting me."

Kenma's arms tightened around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His heart was pounding against yours, steady and strong.

What you both thought would be a peaceful moment didn’t last nearly as long as you had hoped. For a brief second, you let yourselves forget that you were still on school grounds, thinking you could steal a quiet moment together. But reality quickly came crashing back in the form of a loud, obnoxious voice that both of you knew all too well.

"KENMAAAAAA... Y/N!" Kuroo’s voice echoed through the hallways, sharp and unmistakable as he called out for you two. It was impossible to ignore. You exchanged a glance, both of you groaning internally.

"Come on, Y/N, I trusted you!" Kuroo’s voice whined from further down the hall, his footsteps growing louder as he approached.

"Shit," Kenma muttered, clearly irritated. He quickly pulled away from you, his eyes darting around in panic. "We should hurry," he added, his tone serious now.

Both of you scrambled to adjust yourselves. Kenma straightened his uniform with a quick tug at his collar, while you did the same at your skirt. You couldn’t help but glance at Kenma, biting your lip in a mix of amusement and slight concern.

"Do I have sex hair?" you asked, half joking but also genuinely curious, Kenma paused for a split second, giving you a once-over before shrugging. "Hmm... maybe just a little," he said nonchalantly, brushing his fingers through your hair to tame it.

"Great," you muttered, pushing your hair back into place as the sound of Kuroo’s voice drew closer. You had to think fast before he found you both in the hallway, and judging by the way Kenma was glancing nervously in the direction of the noise, he was already calculating your next move.

You both braced yourselves for what would surely be an uncomfortable encounter, wondering if this "moment of peace" was truly ever meant to be.

[lesboard]

Hi you need to solve my riddles lest you be um what rhymes with riddles.

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New pinned bc yes hi guys. Pronouns. I’m woke asf i use all of them i do have prefs sometimes but im too lazy to edit tumblr so uh yes.. i rly like it/its and fae/faer heh. those r on the table pls dont just use binary ones..

ARTFIGHT!!

oh yeah mental issues so I- (joke)

i do have ADHD tho and like 12 ppl think i’m autistic but im looking into that yay!

MMINOR!!!! WAGGLES MY FINGER AT YOU

(due to this nothing nsfw directed at me pls and also pls do not tag me or send me asks abt donations. i am unable to send money or any of that. )

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INTERESTSSS:

i fuck heavy with roblox games. hi phighting. hi forsaken* . hi regretavator occasionally. HI DANDYS WORLD(is shot!)

i LOVE MINECRAFT I LOVE IT. AND MCYT.

i am a BIG fanfic enjoyer. i lov you ao3.

I DRAW!!! and like write fanfic every so often . same user !

i love music but i don’t post abt it here yeah

i have other passive interests but i forgot what they are

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WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS:

i literally tag nothing beyond “fav”, “my art” and “forsaken tag”. forsaken tag is so my oomf can block those posts if need be🔥🔥

i will ramble in tags

ummm oh yeah i will reblog semi or outright political stuff sometimes . i do not tag this, it is the lesboard experience to see me rant abt human rights and then immediately crash out over a roblox game.

IM SHY. Like it’s contradictory but i’m so shy when it comes to interacting with mutuals if you int with me first ill be so happy but talking to mutuals directly?? horrible. scary.

i used to have the biggest dsmp hyperfix pre-tumblr i will make jokes and you might get jumpscared with one(☝️) post abt it once a month. or like if dream does smth again.

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I don’t like u.

TERFS , (etc) , Harry potter fans in the big 25. I will make fun of you. any problematic dsmp stans.

Queer label discourse LITERALLY shut up we are holding hands now ok! let’s focus on not getting outlawed first and then we still hold hands bc community is important.

ZIONISTS. NAZIS(duh.) ANTI-any religion guys were literally all humans ://

*ok important note abt forsaken. If you do not have at least a semi critical view on Souls clearly repeated usage of the R slur please just don’t talk to me!!!! People can change n stuff but if you’re not even like. “Yeah soul doesn’t deserve the treatment but they(?? what prns help) shouldn’t be saying slurs” at minimum i jsut do not like you sorry!!

DNIS r rly just a way to see if ppl don’t like the same thing as u lowkey oh and also i might just block bc i don’t like u. it’s the way of the world .

UMM if ur a proshipper id rather u not talk to me i will always defend ur right to post ur shit as long as it’s properly tagged (if it’s not go fuck urself) bc i don’t like censorship (bc it always leads to queer ppl being censored, etc.) and AWAY from me! !!! thankyou 😇

[celialestial]

Okay. Well, if I’m being honest, this episode was not the greatest. This is also the first analysis I’ve made for a show, at least that I’m posting. We’ll see how this goes. Strap in, this is going to be long. 

I think we have all learned by now that Jamie-focused episodes are never the strongest. I find it a bit ironic that in a show called Jamie Johnson, the least interesting character is Jamie himself. 

We finally saw the end of the, dare I say, idiotic Under-13s subplot. The classic “arguing friends are trapped in a room together until they make-up” trope was used to its, not fullest, but decent potential. The greatest part of this episode was the fact that their eighth-grade drama was resolved; that and the ten seconds of screentime Dillon received. Liam continues to prove that he has still not grown. Here’s my analysis of his development:

[I was going to insert a clever chart of his nonexistent growth, but I’m too lazy, sorry. Here’s a paragraph about it instead:]

Liam needs to learn that manipulating people and pretending to have changed is not maturity, it’s being an asshole. He has a terrible father, that’s true, but Dillon managed to change. Nothing has ever truly been at stake for Liam. He’s been able to lie and manipulate others to get out of all the trouble he’s caused. He was given a second chance to play with the Under-13s and has continued to use those around him in order to seem, I don’t know. Big? Powerful? All he has done is made the Three Musketeers dislike him even more. He has done absolutely nothing to earn their trust. I could go on and on about Liam Simmonds, which I suppose proves he’s an interesting character (that’s more than I can say about some people *cough* Jamie *cough*). 

Eric learns that Aisha has feelings for him too. Yay! He also learns that Aisha is much smarter and more mature than him, choosing to step back and give him time to be with his friends. Yay? Freddie has been incredibly weird this season. I can’t tell if he genuinely liked Aisha as more than a friend, or if he thought he was supposed to, given how much Eric liked her. This entire storyline comprised of way too much unnecessary drama. Looking at Instagram comments, however, it seems that it was very popular among younger kids. I suppose I am a bit too old to be criticizing middle school relationship drama in a children’s show. Poor Alba was practically thrown to the dogs in favor of a petty love triangle. All of their problems were wrapped up so neatly, it felt a bit uncomfortable. Like they didn’t deserve this ending. 

I don’t know if it’s just me, but something about this episode seemed off. When comparing it to other episodes with similar premises, the lack of emotion and genuineness becomes obvious. Take episode 10, for example, there were many (and I mean many) subplots. It was a little all over the place. And yet, the end of the episode left me feeling bittersweet, intrigued, and wanting more. This episode didn’t do that. I am sick of Jamie’s bullshit and tired of this dumb love triangle. Thankfully, the latter is complete now. 

Onto Jamie’s storyline:

1) I told y’all Jetpac11 would be Jethro! These are some big brain hours.

2) This boy is supposed to be the TITLE character. His storyline is meant to be the most in depth, the most interesting, and, above all else, the most entertaining. It is none of those things. The stakes are supposed to be high, and they are, but they don’t feel like it? He supposedly lost his place at Hawkstone over a goddamn video game. Why don’t I feel anything except contempt? If not frustration at Jamie, then frustration at Ian, who I suppose I should be used to by now. Everyone says Jamie should know better than to trust him after all he’s done. That he should just listen to Mike. Obviously that’s true, but Ian was on his side, not the other way around. Ian enabled Jamie and allowed him to make a stupid decision, one that has huge consequences. Ian didn’t tell Jamie to keep playing for his own gain, well, kind of. He let Jamie keep playing because he though it would make him happy and regain his trust. It’s the same reason Mike lied to Hawkstone. Both adults displayed extremely poor judgement, Ian just far more so, as always. I must admit that I have zero interest in video games. I also have zero interest in soccer (or, rather, football). Yet this show keeps me interested in the matches and invested in the characters. They have failed at maintaining my interest in this video gaming storyline. Part of this could be because I find Jamie boring and repetitive, or maybe he simply seems that way due to the plethora of vastly more compelling side characters. All I have learned from this is that Jamie is a pretty terrible friend, a poor judge of character, and impulsive. These are all faults he has had since season 1, except he used to be a genuinely decent friend. He has grown more self-involved and one-sighted (and one-sided, as in one-dimensional, or you could take it literally, seeing as one leg is currently out of commission). I get that he was hit by a car and his leg is broken. He doesn’t see a future in soccer for himself anymore. Mike is right, though, he should be focused on getting better and being able to play again. I don’t even like Mike most of the time -- I honestly find him fairly annoying, although this may be due to the acting -- but he is the only sane one in the Johnson family right now. Both of Jamie’s parents are enabling him and Mike has too, though only for around an episode and a half. I am so happy this storyline will be resolved next week. I am sure we will still be left with a cliffhanger at the end, as with every season. 

Dillon also got a bit of screentime in this episode (wow, a whole twenty seconds!). I really do like the way the writers are portraying how conflicted he is. He is torn between living a lie or risking his future as a professional player. I understand why they introduced Elliot. He was Dillon’s first crush and I think he was necessary for Dillon to come to terms with his sexuality. Where they messed up with Elliot, however, is by entirely removing him from the show after he fulfilled his purpose of giving Dillon the strength to come out. Just as @mcustorm said, he was a plot device and it was out of character for him to out Dillon. I could probably write a whole essay about how dirty both Elliot and Kat were done. The only way using exclusively Ruby to further Dillon’s storyline would’ve worked was if they kept the whole “Ruby has a crush on Dillon” thing from season 4. Doing that would likely ruin their entire dynamic as best friends and make things awkward. If they had done that and made, say Harry or Michel his first crush, they wouldn’t need Elliot to be Dillon’s first real crush. Although, Dillon was only around 11 or 12, and most real crushes don’t hit until 13-14, at least in my experience. Also if they had ruined Dillon and Ruby’s dynamic, then Dillon would have no real support system. I can’t really see Ruby abandoning Dillon over this, though, even if she had an unrequited crush. 

Next week should wrap up both Jamie’s and Dillon’s storylines. It will also be the final episode of season 5! A lot to look forward to and a lot to be absolutely terrified of, not to mention the fact that season 6 production has been postponed for obvious reasons. 

TL;DR:

It’s the end of the Under-13s drama! And possibly the end of Aisha, knowing how JJ deals with its newly irrelevant characters.

Jamie is being stupid and probably lost his chances of getting into Hawkstone. Or maybe not, considering he’s the protagonist of a kid’s show. JJ does have a habit of dealing out real consequences, though, so who knows.

Dillon got... something? He’s feeling conflicted, which is entirely natural, especially at this stage in his coming out. 

Next week is the last episode! Stay tuned for more, I guess. Let me know if you guys enjoyed this type of proper analysis. 

[sukiglycerin]

it takes two || katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: pro-hero!katsuki bakugou x reader (gender neutral!)

* genre: fluff, teeny bit of angst

* words: 1,647

* warnings: brief fighting scene (implied), swearing (duh), a lil bit of insecure katsuki but ofc comfort after, reader is mentioned to be in the hero business field, KATSUKI WEARS SHOES IN THE HOUSE !!! can you believe the audacity-

* original request:  Hello dear :)) Can I request a Bakugou x reader fic where he gets hit by a clone quirk and the clone is like the complete opposite of him, personality-wise, and Bakugou frequently loses his temper because the clone keeps hitting on his s/o I am sorry for bothering you :(

* a/n: you? bother me? never. actually, i’m sorry this took so long to complete! i’m hoping i can restart a consistent posting schedule soon. happy early birthday bakugou! this is my gift :) i hope you all enjoy~ i love @toishi for proofreading this T^T

it’s a lazy day for you. all you’ve been doing is sleeping, waking up occasionally to eat, and indulging in six different rhythm games despite your lack of rhythm, it’s a good day, snuggled up under the mountains of fuzzy blankets and squished in between soft pillows on your bed, your favorite song quietly playing from your phone on your nightstand. natural light fills your otherwise unlit room, curtains pushed aside to let the sun shine in her full glory. time is idle in this sanctuary of yours for only today; whether a minute or an hour has passed is something out of your concern. 

there’s nothing different when bakugou comes home, the jingle of keys and click of the door telling you that it’s him. he’s oddly quiet, though, and for a second you’re almost wondering why he hasn’t yelled “i’m home, dumbass!” before said blond peeks his head into the room. 

“hey, love,” he flashes a rare smile. it’s kind, like the soft light of the sun you've become so acquainted with. “i’m home.”

“hey?” you sit up, propping the pillows behind you so you can comfortably lean against the headboard of your bed. “you feeling alright?”

you expect a gruff reply of “the fuck are you talking about?” and a scowl, but get the opposite. a pleasant expression graces katsuki's face, which makes him look more handsome than usual. his hair almost seems tame this way. he’s also uncharacteristically clean; his costume is usually dirt-treaded and at least a little battered whenever he returns from hero patrol. now, though? his outfit is pristine, as if pulled out from a laundromat and ironed professionally. there’s a ghost of a frown on your lips.

"i'm lovely, now that i can see you." the line is spoken like a sappy confession from the male lead of a k-drama; you'd laugh if it wasn't for your utter confusion about katsuki's sudden change in demeanor. his facial expression is twisted in such a gallant way that it arouses suspicion in you.

you’re opening your mouth to reply when there’s a startling crashing at the front door. katsuki’s face falls into downhearted dread, as if expecting the intrusion. his reaction surprises you more than the intrusion itself. the door slams shut in the distance, rattling the house. the sound of boots clomping against the hardwood floor frightens you as you thrust your warm sheets aside (alas, they could wait) and reach for your bat under the bed. katsuki only stares at you, transfixed, and you feel the slightest urge to clobber him with the weapon. why isn’t he ready to fight? you’re up and approaching the doorway of your bedroom when you stop in your tracks.

“hey, fucker!” a loud, abrasive voice yells from down the hallway. “i found ya!”

you recognize that timbre in an instant, then turn to look at katsuki, still standing at your bedside, with a questioning gaze. he’s wearing an expression you never thought you’d see your husband have - his eyes are wide, mouth agape like a deer in headlights.

despite this vote of inconfidence from him, you pad forward slowly, bat gripped tightly and slung over your shoulder. you plunge forward, passing the doorway and glancing left. a shadowy figure stands five feet from you, its stature menacing. you swing blindly, but you bat is only met with more air. the figure is a little bit further now - damnit, it had good reflexes.

“you could still use some work on that swing,” it lowly chuckles and confuses you. you squint, trying to make out who in the world this guy thinks he is to comment on your swing. you gasp, faltering your grip on the bat. 

“k-katsuki? what?”

“got hit with a stupid clone quirk on patrol,” this katsuki grumbles bitterly, stepping towards you. he’s dressed in his full hero costume, green grenadier bracers a tight fit in the narrow hallway. “i apprehended the guy but my clone won’t stop following me around. it’s stupidly fast, too, whenever i try to catch it.”

“....and,” you start, “how do i know that you’re not the clone?” you pretend to inspect him close, eyes slowly trailing from the tips of his spiky, golden hair to his black combat boots. (oh, man, you were going to yell at him about wearing shoes in the house later.)

“don’t start this inception bullshit with me now,” he groans. 

“what’s katsuki bakugou’s favorite food?” you question, though you have no doubt that this katsuki is the real one. 

“anything spicy,” he bemoans. “now, let me-”

“that was an easy one.” you shake your head. “what was the first idea katsuki bakugou had for a hero name idea instead of lord explosion murder?”

if you were in better light, you’re sure you would’ve seen his cheeks flush pink. 

“mighty boom,” he mumbles. 

“sorry, what was that?” you tease.

“mighty boom!” he half-shouts, flustered.

“oh, okay, so you’re the real katsuki,” you say. “how do we defeat the clone?’

“according to the quirk user, it should disappear after two or three hours. but it can’t really do much harm, as long as it’s not in the sight of the user himself,” he says. “now let me at ‘im. he’s making a fool of myself.” 

he attempts to shove himself forward, but you stop him before he can see through the door frame. you glance at the clone, who’s looking at you with round, ruby eyes. he looks like a puppy with that innocent expression, and for a split second, you think that you actually might miss the calm, charming air of this katsuki. turning back to the real katsuki, who pretends not to notice the shift in your eyes, you exhale. 

“have at it, but take it outside first, please. i can’t have you tracking in more dirt.” you look to the dirt-ridden footprints behind him on the wooden flooring, sighing.

but in a flash he’s past you - wow, you really weren’t blocking him at all before, were you? - outfit a blur of black, green, and orange as he seizes the clone, slings it over his shoulder like it's made of air, and vanishes past you and out the door. he seldom leaves a trace of dirt, this time, smooth maneuvering himself outside while the clone bids you one last pleading farewell.

you hear blasting, yelling, and yelps, the lattermost presumably the clone’s, barely muffled from your position inside. your first thought wonders what the neighbors will think. you glance one last time at the tracks of katsuki’s boots then turn back to your room. he’d have to mop up that mess later. 

ten minutes and an eternity later, katsuki returns inside. by the pause at the front door, you figure one of two things: katsuki’s either taking the time to take off his shoes and put them away properly or staring at the filth he left on the floor. you’re hoping it’s the former. his footsteps are light as he goes to fetch a mop and clean the mess.

finished, he shuffles into your shared room and briefly looks at your comfortable position on the bed.

“what?” you whine. “hero business is hard. i needed a day off.”

this earns a laugh from the man, who’s in the process of removing his gauntlets and stowing them away. he shrugs off the rest of his costume, opting for much more comfortable attire and dropping his mask on a dresser. 

“how was your day?” you ask when he snuggles next to you on the bed. he’s sweaty and smells deeply of caramel, but you’ll nag him to shower later. the wear shows in his eyes and movement, sluggish after a long day of work. 

“good,” he mumbles, nuzzling into your warmth. “except for that clone bastard.”

you hum, joking, “he was charming, though.”

when he looks up at you with a vulnerable look in his eyes, you regret it.

“did you… really like him that much?” his voice is hoarse, scarcely a whisper. he averts his eyes, fiddling with the hem of your shirt sleeve.

“of course not,” you reply tenderly, bringing your hand to caress his cheek. he still can’t look you in the eyes.

“you know you’ll always be number one in my heart, right? even if you’re not the number one hero, you’re the constant in my heart.” you touch your chest, right over your heart. 

“y-you sure?” his words crackle like dying embers, inconsistent and unstable, flakes of lit ash that weakly dissipate into the atmosphere. a waning fire is still warm, though; with a bit of oxygen it can be rejuvenated, relit, and burn bright once again. 

“am i one to be wrong?” you ask him, and he faintly shakes his head. “i fell in love with you not for your looks, katsuki… i don’t want a disney prince. i want you, not some fairytale guy.”

“i yell, and i’m brash-”

you cut him off, chuckling, “and that’s what i love about you. you don’t-” you make a vague gesture with your hands, then drop them, unsure how to articulate your thoughts. “you don’t care what people think. you’re unapologetically… you.”

“you sure?” katsuki tries again. “that- that guy, that thing- you sure you don’t prefer a guy that’ll buy you roses with a note on the tag that says ‘you are the most beautiful flower in my garden’ in fancy cursive script on it?”

“do people really do that?” you frown. “i mean, i hope no guy does that for me-” katsuki exhales a breath of relief. you look at him questioningly but don’t press the issue. 

“i love you, katsuki,” you finish, “and no shitty clone will ever change that. ever.”

while he showers, katsuki’s thankful that he burned the roses from some secret admirer he found in your shoe locker during your high school days. 

[naevery]

I was tagged by the always wonderful @oleander4. Thank you so much! I’m very boring, so there’s nothing interesting here, I’m sorry!

Five things tag game

Five things you’d find in my bag:

My wallet

My keys

Hand Desinfectant (not just because of Covid, but also because I’ve seen one too many guys randomly peeing outside before getting onto public transportation with me, so here we are.)

Headphones

A bottle of water

Five things you find in my room:

A ceiling lamp that comes with a remote control to switch it on and off and to adjust the brigthness (I think this was one of the best things to buy for my bedroom, bc like this I can turn the lights on and off without having to get out of bed)

My bed

My wardrobe, which is a good wardrobe but kind of too big for me

My throw-all-your-clothes-which-you’re-too-lazy-to-put-away-properly-on chair

...curtains? Tacky old-fashioned curtains with calla lillies on them.

Five of my favourite things:

Being with people whose company I enjoy

Spending a lazy day at home with no responsibilities or worrisome thoughts

Losing myself in a piece of fiction or other media

Eating delicious food

Taking a walk in nature

Five of my habits: 

Procrastinating imporant tasks and then hating myself for it (that’s probably and sadly my most defining and enduring habit)

Overthinking things to the point where I cannot form simple or coherent phrases anymore

Oversleeping

Rewatching the same film/series over and over again because it kind of gives me comfort

...I’ve been pretty good about having a somewhat consistent skincare routine. Or, well, not really but I’ve been fairly good about putting on my sunscreen at least.

Five things about my personality traits I like (this is getting increasingly difficult):

I kind of like my humour

I’m not good at it, but I try to be helpful/supportive

I’ve grown to be emotionally fairly self-reliant, which I’ve found makes life a lot easier

Curiosity (stole this one from @oleander4 but I hope/like to think that it’s true)

Accepting? (Idk, I feel like this shouldn’t really count, but I dont think I have many character traits and I don’t know anymore what to put here)

Five things I want for this year: 

Finishing my stupid thesis, the bane of my existence

Buy a new, smaller wardrobe that fits my needs better

Spend more time in nature

Learn how to prepare better meals

Learn to listen to my body and instincts

Thank you very much again to @oleander4 for tagging me! I’m sorry for taking so long! And I’m sorry because I’m not sure who’s already been tagged, so please apologize if I accidentally double-tag you! I’m tagging @hi-im-eff, @whymustiwaitinline, @hobbitkate, @leelajoy716 and @pasteltakashi, and everyone else who’d like to do this!

[baegarrick]

Have you considered a Zukka soulmate AU where you feel the same pain as your soulmate does... I'm both very in love with and absolutely terrified of the concept [thinking emoji]

YES ok so there’s a post about it actually (i couldn't find it so its prob in my queue) that I’ve seen which was very funny (it involved katara going “sorry sokka we have to beat you up to slow down zuko” and advancing on him with a bat) + I think there’s actually a fic in the Zukka ao3 tag (that I haven’t actually read, I was just browsing it yesterday) 

I have some THOUGHTS that ended up being long bc im incapable of being succinct so here they are: 

I’m a little picky on soulmate aus bc so many of them just don’t follow common sense + take away the concept of free will (I like the idea of this person being your perfect match, but what you do about it is up to you, rather than the ones that are like “you’ll meet this person at this exact time which means that you WILL be in a place that you can meet them” which kinda takes away the concept of free will, you know??) 

+ soulmate aus are notoriously difficult to make long because the idea is that you’ll get along with them because they are meant to compliment you, so fics that have them argue for NO REASON don’t work bc... why??? if you want the soulmates to not get along at first, or NOT want to be soulmates, they have to have a pre-existing relationship that would make them not want to be soulmates..... like your soulmate being your ENEMY and the ENEMY OF YOUR PEOPLE and the PRINCE OF THE FIRE NATION or like...... u know, a water tribe peasant whos harboring the 112 year old avatar

ANYWAY-- I think this soulmate au concept has the potential to be a long fic IF you’re willing to do a show rewrite bc this is one of those ideas that would be difficult to figure out at first and also difficult to accept!! 

ok so, I'm thinking this would be from Sokka’s POV, bc we see him and Katara first and a majority of the show is centered on him and the Gaang. (alternatively, you could do switching POVs to also show Zuko)

you’d have to catalog every time Sokka gets hurt (+ severity) and also Zuko’s injuries (arguably more important from Sokka’s POV bc he feels them), but when Sokka gets hurt you have to throw in Zuko wincing from the injuries and subtly showing him reacting to the injuries in a way the reader notices but not Sokka (irony, anyone??)

[minor interruption: what are the rules for this universe? is it just pain you feel? is it as sharp as your soulmate’s real pain, or is it more of a phantom pain from the blow? does it fade, or does it linger? how severe does the pain have to be to feel it? feeling all their minor feelings would be incapacitating difficult, so im thinking it would have to just be actual pain, like if you were hit on the head and it throbs or if you get a paper cut, not just like minor friendly punch from a friend *cough* toph *cough*. also-- is it just pain or injuries too? if your soulmate is stabbed, do you bleed too?-- I’m thinking more the phantom pain bit. you feel the sharp sting of a paper cut, but when you look, nothing is there. did you imagine it? you suddenly feel a blow to your stomach and double over, but nothing touched you. your friends look at you weird, and you know your soulmate must be an asshole bc people punch them all the gd time!!]

ok so: sokka doesn't notice at first. the first fight he gets into with his soulmate is in the south pole, and he’s fighting a guy. he gets tossed into the snow, he can’t land a blow (and if the guy he's fighting feels anything he doesn’t show it, he’s a better soldier than that). but when he does!! the boomerang comes back and hits the guy on the back of the head, and he winces involuntarily. He thinks its a sympathy wince/pain bc he’s been hit by his own boomerang before. 

when zuko is covered in a shock of ice, sokka shivers. [ngl i don't remember all their injuries, its been like a month since my last rewatch]

(aang figures out real quick katara is his soulmate. he takes one look at this BEAUTIFUL OLDER WOMAN and has to pinch himself. she yelps and socks sokka, telling him to cut out pinching her. he does it three more times for posterity.)

it takes a couple of meetings of repeated exposure that Sokka finally gets it. he’s not stupid, he just never would have ever considered that his soulmate might be fire nation. he only realizes it after being paralyzed by june’s shirshu and seeing zuko wince in the same spot. he’s too paralyzed to react properly, but Zuko isn’t paralyzed, and he doesn’t seem to realize it (it takes him ages to figure it out, actually, bc he doesn’t pay any attention to Sokka at all, actually.)

he tells katara and aang, who laugh themselves silly. that is actually the funniest joke you have ever made, sokka, katara laughs. yeah, good one, sokka! aang says. sokka gets mad and asks if katara remembers when he was 12 and dad had just left and he stumbled into the snow screaming one day like he’d been burned, clutching his left eye, but there wasn’t a mark on him? how the phantom pain had faded quickly, but unlike all the other minor cuts and bruises he had felt his whole life, he remembered this viscerally. it hurts sometimes, for weeks after that. this sobers her up quickly. it had been hard to understand for her, because she had never felt a thing in her life from her soulmate before meeting aang. 

katara asks him to prove it, and sokka throws up his hands, because zuko isn't here, katara, can’t punch myself in the face to see if he reacts!!

but before he has a chance, zuko has an assassination attempt on his life. sokka wakes up screaming in the north pole, like the time when he was twelve, and the pain quickly fades, but like the burn on Zuko’s eye, this pain ebbs and flows and comes back. the healers can’t heal a phantom pain, and tell him that his soulmate has gotten into some serious trouble. (sokka tells them he wants to absolutely murder zuko which is difficult because someone else is trying to do it first!!!)

he doesn’t even have to punch zuko to show katara and aang that zuko’s his soulmate, the injuries that sokka had felt show that off pretty well, when he shows up at the pond with the moon and ocean spirits. but none of that even matters, because he kidnapped aang’s body, the moon is gone, and Sokka can’t even leave his stupid soulmate in the snow to die like he would very much like to!! after yue’s gone he doesn’t even want to think about zuko

ok im too lazy to go through the eps looking for a good place that zuko might realize sokka’s his soulmate, bc tbh he doesn’t pay too much attention to sokka (meanwhile, as their main enemy, zuko gets a lot of attention from sokka) 

its possible!! he doesn’t even notice until they’re at the western air temple. sokka gets a vote because zuko’s his soulmate. zuko’s just like. what. what? WHAT??????? and sokka’s like, oh good, he didn’t even notice!!! i’m taking back my vote!! I think we should throw him off the side of the temple!!!!!!

there's a lot of teasing from everyone. toph punches him a lot and says “its for zuko”. and then keeps doing it, loudly, when zuko’s at the air temple, embarrassed. (when toph is mad at sokka she punches zuko even when sokka’s right there. she wants them both to suffer.) 

katara struggles a lot during this whole thing with how often Aang gets into fights, but she grins and bears it because she’s strong!! she can handle it!! and she knows that aang likes her and would try to protect himself more (and therefore protect others less) if he knew how much it was hurting her. 

forgive me for this small essay i just have a lot of Thoughts all the time and not a lot of motivation to write real things

[peterflopker]

My first Tagging thing :DD

I’ve been tagged by @petey-protection-pack, thanks for thinking of me 🥰😘😘 Love you

Tag: answer 21 questions and tag 21 people (Except I don’t know that many people, I’m sorry)

Nickname: Jean :)

Zodiac: Capricorn

Height: @god or whatever, upgrade me please im 4’11

Last Movie I Watched: Joker, vv unsettling and I had a headache half the time cause I was hubgry

Last thing I googled: i always delete my history and i have incredibly bad memory :(

Favorite Musician: i liked 5sos once and at this point im too lazy to find a new source of music

Song stuck in my head: that one song that’s like somebody to leEeeAn on

Other blogs: None

Followers: classified, but I love you all <333

Following: a bunch of neat people :)

Sleep amount: 8 hours

Lucky Numbers: any even numbers because odd numbers are ugly

Dream job: this question is stressful

What am I wearing: the same pair of pajamas that Ive been wearing to bed for the past six months (a large grey shirt i got from an antique store and supernatural sweatpants i got in like sixth grade)

Favorite food: mexican food goes hella hard

Languages: English, INCREDIBLY limited Tagalog and Spanish

Favorite song: Cough Syrup is a whole bop and it brings me back to simplier times (aka seventh grade)

Random Fact: the ocean is scarie :( and theres no fucking way that the megaladon shark is extinct

Describe yourself in aesthetic things: ??? I wear the same jeans and three shirts on rotation, I dont exactly know what aesthetics are

Favorite colors: black, grey, purple

Tagging...

@stupidthoughtsblog @marvelbreakfastclub @spideywideysenses @obossum @theantelopeowl @thecheekyspidey @wheezybreezy-uwu @websmorales @thatwouldbeoutlandish @justgettingthedoorforyou

Guys Im sorry. I dont know how to work tumblr properly and i dont know if those @ worked 😞✌️

[lil-pink-goblin-gal]

My messy week recap and me panicking also there’s a max word limit and i hit it :)

So i like my friends, but i have this one friend that can get really loud and she sits right beside me at lunch? and when im tired/sensory sensitive it can be really, lets just say panic inducing? I feel really bad since its a big group and people see me going to cover my ears sometimes or flinching and i don’t want them to think im faking it? or being rude? I got here this year, im new and my god am I so worried about having everyone hate me and being alone again. But everyone is so nice and i don’t, I can’t with emotions? i have empathy problems already so im not very good to talk to about things of that nature so I try not to stress anyone else out over my problems but everything boils over? which is why im writing all my rant here, i really wish i didn’t have to have a separate blog for my shit that sucks, I like my friends but thats too personal and i feel like continuing to rant on my main would seem like im begging for attention, I run the risk of this now, before i had like 3 friends not even now i have way more and its, a whole deal. I play dnd and we’re splitting into two different campaigns and the DMs both wanted me in their campaign! tho this might’ve been one of them saying that since neither of them wanted me? god im, overthinking everything im so stressed? sorry if you see this and you know me irl btw. I have so many things to do, i like social studies! its the only class i answer questions in and my teacher is really nice, I did a rough draft of my character? A pirate bard. My blanket is really soft even if the tag is somehow always in my face and my dry hands catch on the fluffy part, my dogs and i had a nap after school, I finally brushed my hair after having it in a bun for weeks, might go to bed early ish and be generally happy tomorrow morning, the only part of me hurting is my forearms when i streach them and my foot when i flex it! I get to wear mostly yellow tomorrow for a dance prefomance. A guy in my drama class keeps making eye contact with me, does he think i look bad? is he judging me whst am i doing wrong? should i stop smiling so much ik i look weird when i smile sometimes maybe my laugh is ugly or maybe i need to stop stimming? is it because im new? but theres another new girl and i don’t think he stares at her? I keep on trying to get people to tell me wtf is up but? people say im like, attractive and like sure but he’s friends with two of the prettiest girls at the school i don’t think he’s staring at me cause im like mildly cute? No somethings up, I act more like myself in drama since im normally free to fidget/stim (i forgoing which one is for adhd?) and my favourite is rocking, maybe i should try to stop? i’ll test it out next class maybe. Also in drama my friend put a blanket over me and i think it was an invitation to sit next to her and like, be near her but than she kept on slowly moving back? and i tested and moved back a bit she moved more im?? so confused what did i do, im not sure. I feel like i might have more thsn just ADHD? sometimes i feel like i don’t have ADHD and im just lazy and anoying and stupid but, i do things and i don’t think it’s normal for people with only adhd. The guy i keep making eye contact with is very tall and very funny he kept on making dad jokes and my friend kept on making puns and i was almost crying. I really want to have a crush, there are two really nice guys in my dnd group?? who willingly touch me without expecting me to initiate first which im always anxious about doing, but they’re both really nice and god i haven’t been like, properly held since i was like 10 (or like a month ago but i was half asleep and sobbing doesn’t count) and they’re always warm and its very nice. I wish i had classes with them but only dnd. I hate my body and we have to dance but the dnd room is starting to be realky full and i don’t know some people i might fake an injury or drag everyone somewhere else to practice since i cant with the noise and the eyes its too much. But i really wanna spend the time i have with my friends not practicing a thing. theres max word??

[leta-the-strange]

Spoiler-free COG feelings/essay/thoughts before I see the movie. Spoiler-free because the movie isn’t out here til the end of the week but obviously, I’ve picked up info from trailers and interviews and things like that so sort of common knowledge stuff but I guess if you’ve avoided all the promos for the year I wouldn’t want to ruin it for you now so don’t read until after you’ve seen it if that’s the case (again, I only know basic info).

I have a lot of feelings that I’ve been sitting on for a while because frankly, large parts of the Fantastic Beasts and Harry Potter fandom terrify me. It’s why in my nineteen years (okay, thirteen years – I had to learn how to read) I’ve distanced myself from engaging in the fandom too much and when I do, I try and stick to as safe, neutral content as possible.

But I’m going to write a little bit a lot (my anxiety’s poppin off the charts right now) not to antagonise anyone or personally offend people just to get this pent up crap off my chest before I see the movie. 

I have Māori and Pākehā parentage. Although I am proud to be a Māori girl and I’m definitely not white-passing, I do acknowledge that out of my family, I was born with the lightest skin and being a lighter-skinned/mixed poc among my family and friends has made me recognise my privilege. That isn’t to say I haven’t experienced lifelong struggles with racism, bullying and discrimination but I will never experience the same micro-aggressions and experiences that they have. Although, I do have light-skinned privileges and I don’t ever want to take away the struggles of my family that I won’t experience on the same level, growing up looking a little different opened me up a lot of feelings of invalidation within my own culture. When I experienced racism as a child, I was also met with disdain for being upset about it when I wanted to talk about it. This was when I was a child and I didn’t understand lighter skinned privilege or the animosity from some of my own people. I am far more educated now, but during that confusing time I, like most children, turned to literature (which in turn is what helped me make sense of the world).

I’ve gotten a little off track – this isn’t overly important to what I’m writing about, but it is introducing my opinion as coming from a woman of colour who has experienced racism and horrible bullying, but I always feel the need to clarify my position as a lighter skinned poc before giving my opinion based on those experiences.

Obviously from my content, I love Leta Lestrange. Perhaps it started out as a matter of representation, but I feel like over the past year, I have become intrigued with her for a number of reasons. She’s striking me as a Sirius, Regulus and Andromeda Black type character. Different to her family and caught in a struggle of light and dark (magic, not skin colour). Loves magical creatures. I haven’t seen it yet but it seems like she is one of the centre point characters of the film. She seems to be connected to many of the main characters in one way or another and has always striked me as the most intriguing.

I really do hope I am wrong but the ‘other’ love interest’s in the Harry Potter universe are usually treated terribly. They experience character assassination to further the development of the canon/new interest.

I really hope this film doesn’t do the whole blow out a woc character to make the white, self-insert, classically beautiful, ‘im not like other girls’ character shine brighter.

Before everyone comes for me, I wouldn’t say I’m a Tina ‘anti’ whatever that is. There’s no like extreme hatred at all! I would say I don’t like Tina as a character, or Queenie for that matter. Not yet anyway. The new trailer gives me hope that this movie might win me over finally. It doesn’t need to be upsetting or offensive to anyone. There are lots of people out there with favourite and not-so-favourite characters. A lot of people dislike Ron, Dumbledore, Snape, even Harry…and there are people who have those characters as their favourite.  

There are a lot of reasons I don’t like Tina and Queenie. I may address them in a different post if being vague upsets people more than going in-depth but at this point, I am trying to stay as unconfrontational as possible but I have seen people get extremely furious when they don’t deem your reason for disliking them to be ‘good enough’ so if not saying exactly what I find uncomfortable about them is not as preferable as telling people then I can write it up as respectfully as possible if I’m treated the same way. All I’ll say is that I think Tina is a good person, but, in my opinion, not a great character. Queenie is the opposite. I would not like Queenie as a person but I have to admit, she’s a good character. But I’ll hold the rest of my opinions until after the second film. 

Honestly, the film adaptions leave some of my favourite book characters to be desired. Maybe if FB was a novel, I’d like Tina but I really dislike her in the movies. I have seen people blow up when this is said. I try to understand the outrage. I think one of the reasons I dislike Tina is one of the reasons why people love her. She is, at this point and in my opinion (which is ONLY an opinion), a self-insert character. Any Newt x Reader fanfiction can easily read as a Newtina fanfiction and vice versa. I know. Because I’m a FB fanfiction writer myself and tried to write her. Sometimes when you attach yourself to a character so much, it can feel personally offensive when someone says something as harmless such as they don’t like then. I don’t experience this as often. Every Reader/OC fanfiction is, perhaps unintentionally, but nearly always aimed at a white person in description. In actuality, nearly every character in literature is, intentionally or not, described with textbook white features or assumed white by the fandom/readers/watchers.

I know people are going to hate this opinion because I’ve seen people jump down other people’s throats when this gets brought up. I do believe, whether it is conscious or not, Leta not being white COULD, subconsciously, be a factor as to why she is so inherently hated. I’ve seen more hate for Leta than any other character – even the antagonist! I hate what they did to Lavender Brown, book and movie wise, but even she, being as over exaggeratedly unlikable as a romantic plot device, received and still receives far less fandom hate than Cho Chang (who was also eventually written to be ‘jealous, hysterical, unlikeable’, etc, etc – I don’t agree btw I love, understand and appreciate Cho and Lavender)  who was smart, talented, kind, traumatised, and until it was no longer convenient to the main characters romance for her to be ‘likeable’ anymore.

I wish I could enjoy going through the Leta tag but often, her and Newt can’t even be in a scene or photo together and people lose their minds with anger and hate. Literally, the comments on any scene/photo they are in are all along the lines of ‘stay away from newt!/poor tina/urgh, don’t flirt leta/leta WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’. Sorry, to break it to you guys but it isn’t a love triangle. It’s a love conga line. The only person getting in the way of ‘Newtina’ is Newt. Instagram is even worse. By worse, I mean horrible beyond belief. The better comments are the ones are the ones merely (though still grossly) comparing her to Tina and how much they dislike her, the other ones are wishes that she’ll get killed or join Grindelwald. It’s literally not even hidden the fact they wish either of these things happen so Newtina can happen faster. I’m not a Newtina shipper at all (Yet. Again, this might change if the films improve) but this would be one of the worst ways to further your ship. That is literally not going to change the fact that Newt’s still in love with her (you can have feelings for two people at the same time. The filmmakers confirmed - in fact, one of the first things about the new movie that they confirmed - that Newt is ‘absolutely still in love with her’), it just makes her conveniently unattainable. I do have a feeling that Leta might die and if it happens, it better not be because she’s unwillingly in the way of a ‘love triangle’ that people have forced these three characters into. If Newtina is going to happen in a way that isn’t awful, rushed and horrible, it will be slow-burn and it’s in own time AFTER Newt has healed and properly fixed things with Leta. You can’t be best friends and in love with someone for 15+ years and fall out of love with them immediately after they die, turn bad and settle for a woman you met for like two days and collectively spent maybe ten hours with. It might be a Ron/Hermione situation where it’s slow and eventual. That’s the only way I could possibly get on board and I think it could be done tastefully if they don’t resort to lazy writing. I do have my fingers crossed I’ll start to like the Goldsteins before this happens and I can enjoy it as much as everyone else does.

To be honest, after seeing the trailers, I see only two endings for Leta (and I hate them BOTH):

She joins Grindelwald: If this is the plot twist, it’s the shittiest plot twist ever. Pretty much 90% of the fans since seeing the first film have assumed/liked to believe she’s pure evil. Probably the characters themselves all assume she’s evil from her last name. I was worried the whole ‘haha, I was on Grindelwald’s side all along!’ situation was going to happen. We know JK hates Slytherins. My ‘Leta joins Grindelwald’ theory would be that she has always been on the good side – or trying to be – and after YEARS of oppression and discrimination and being distrusted by maybe the central characters in this film no matter how hard she tries AND maybe finally realising that Newt isn’t going to ever forgive her she just snaps and goes all ‘f*ck you guys then’ (I wouldn’t blame her tbh). HOWEVER, I doubt this. In a trailer, you literally see Leta THROW a fucking spell STANDING BY HERSELF (what u doin bby?) at Grindelwald. Trust me, if this was Tina it would have been all everyone was talking about but of course the fandom was all ‘yeah, see, she’s in the same frame as Grindelwald SHE’S EVIL’. One of the trailers is literally titled Leta vs. Grindelwald. Everything in the trailers/promos points to Queenie joining Grindelwald but *shrugs, I guess*.

Leta dies: I get this may seem the preferable way to appease the Leta haters and the Leta lovers especially if she dies after redeeming herself or heroically or whatever but urgh, no. I know everyone’s like ‘DoNt MAKe ThIS AbOUT RaCe’ when the woc character inevitably is killed but I’m sorry. To have been able to sit in a theatre as a little girl and see Leta Lestrange in the wizarding world would have blown my tiny mind. Honestly, as an older teen seeing Zoe Kravitz in that little photo frame in Newt’s case in the first film was iconic enough for me. After growing up being made to believe I was ‘unattractive’ because of how I looked, seeing total dreamboats like Callum Turner and Eddie Redmayne’s characters being all heart-eyes over Leta is, like...wow!  And I do have an uncomfortable truth for people who want Leta to die. That would possibly be the WORST thing to happen for the Newtina thing (would pretty much be the last nail in the coffin for me ever coming around to it). I’ve seen it happen in my family when someone you love dies. Your feelings for them essentially FREEZE. You can’t fall out of love with someone who is dead. That’s of course not to say that you don’t love again and just as much as the first time. But it takes time (LOTS of it) and there’s a little part of your heart that’s like…permanently sealed off. I don’t even like Newtina yet and I’m hoping for the sake of the Newtina fans that Leta doesn’t die because freakin’ yikes. Just let them heal and connect and be besties again goddammit, its POSSIBLE (and bet your ass I’ll write it my god damn self to prove it if they don’t). 

I know these are highly unpopular opinions and I HOPE that I am wrong, and they do her character justice and don’t discard her via death or the dark side.

In summary, I suppose my biggest struggle with Leta’s character is definitely the overwhelming fandom hate which I still can’t quite comprehend. I really want to believe it isn’t a race thing. Though, I have seen horrible posts about Leta, mean comments on nearly every Leta promo, Zoe Kravitz literally being called a c*nt in the comments of a Leta post on tumblr, a lot of fanfictions having her be primarily evil, selfish, manipulative, in some a rapist even, ugly, cruel, etc. But honestly, she’s literally not interfering in Newt having a relationship with anyone at all??? She’s literally been villainised because her friend can’t get over her (getting Snily nostalgia). But buggered if I’ve been able to find next to anything of that calibre about Jacob’s fiancée (literally a Queenie doppelganger) who left him, like, the day he met Queenie. I get that it was a deleted scene for those non-hardcore fans, but Leta-hate was literally kicked off by a picture in a photo frame and a comment made by a, in my opinion, kind of not-nearly-as-infallible-as-people-think character that barely knows Newt breaking into his head non-consensually (after being repeatedly told not to) who had an agenda to hook him up with her sister. Sooo…*shrugs*.

Even I personally have tried to keep out of the fandom debates, but I wrote a Leta and Newt story (still ongoing) that I stopped for a while because the kind of disgusting comments I was receiving about people hating the pairing. Which, I get. You don’t like a pairing, that’s cool? Why are you going and seeking out a piece about them and then taking the time to leave a comment? Whenever I start to read a story about Leta being this horrific monster of a person and being torn apart and compared and occasionally borderline racist, I just…click out? I know it’s only a small patch of weeds in what is likely a garden of roses, but I have never come across such an insecure fandom for a literal canon ship. If the relationship was that pure and strong, you wouldn’t feel the need to kill or villainise the (non-existent) ‘threat’. I just hope the writers feel the same way. You can write healthy closures and strong women of colour characters without casting them aside for plot development/man pain/stereotypical Caucasian romance/plot device, etc... I’m going to go into the theatre at the end of the week slightly optimistic to be fair but I’m also fully expecting to be disappointed but honestly, Leta could avada kedavra every character and she’s still going to be my favourite, I don’t make the rules. 

[brie-n-kat-write]

The College Student Stereotype - Bucky Barnes College!AU x Reader

Prompt: Finals week is hell. You’ll need all the help you can get.

A/N: Here it is! Finals are coming up and I got way inspired. Had this idea in the middle of the night and forced myself to write some of it down so I wouldn’t forget. PLEASE let me know what you think! Did you enjoy it? Should there be more parts? 

- Written by Brie - 

Every college student stereotype you’ve ever heard is true. Every one of them. Some students come to lectures still in pajamas, some students live off a strict diet of Ramen and energy drinks, and some students have a breakdown in the library at 2 am. You were the latter stereotype.

Exam week had the whole campus scrambling to the library and any building that sold caffeine products. Even at 2 am, students were still going strong. Never underestimate a college student the day before a test; they are an unstoppable force.

Except for you.

It seemed like everyone around you was getting stuff done and understanding their material. Some students even left the library before midnight. That was no easy feat. You swore you’ve been staring at the same page for nearly three hours, absorbing nothing. You and the big ass philosophy textbook in front of you were getting nowhere. You felt hopeless.

Before you knew it, tears began to flow. You tried to hide them at first, wiping away under your eyes, but as the weight of the situation settled in, you gave up.

If you failed this exam, you will have to take the class again, and you did not have the money for that right now. Pushing your dignity aside, you sniffed loudly, laid your head down on your arms, and cried.

You were absolutely screwed.

“Hey.” A soft yet strong voice sounded above you. It was a guy, you thought to yourself, great. You hoped you didn’t leave snot under your nose as you lifted your head to look up.

James Barnes was the textbook definition of a frat guy - on the outside, that is. Even at 2 am he was dressed to impress. He had on an obnoxious colored polo that was still tucked into his khaki shorts, coffee in hand, shoulder length hair pulled back with a hair tie. He also donned those ugly boating shoes that you were positive they gave out to guys after they joined a fraternity.

However, you’ve heard from classmates and friends alike that he was the exact opposite of whatever stereotype frat guys carried with them like baggage. You’ve never met him properly before, though, and you definitely couldn’t remember which fraternity he was in (even though you’re pretty sure you’ve stopped by his frat’s event table before for a free t-shirt when you didn’t feel like doing laundry that week.)

“Hi,” you said, sitting up in your chair, “I’m sorry if I was being too loud-” you began to apologize but James was quick to interrupt. “You weren’t. Don’t worry.” He gave you a reassuring smile.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, you wipe your eyes and notice your mascara has rubbed off onto your sleeve. Great. You must have looked horrified at this discovery because James was quick to say something. “Don’t worry, you look great.” He chuckled softly, “You’ve got a good smokey eye going. It works.” If that was his attempt to make you smile, it worked, but only a little bit.

“I’m James, by the way.” He smiled. He had a really nice smile.

“(Y/N).”

Without invitation, James pulls out the seat across from you and sits down. The coffee that was in his hand was now being pushed towards you. “You looked like you could use a little pick me up.”

“Wow… thank you.” You said, genuinely thankful.

“Happy to help.” James smiled and leaned forward on his forearms. “What are you studying for?” He was looking upside-down at your textbook. Strands of his dark hair fell forward and you couldn’t help but admire how they framed his face nicely.

“Philosophy.” Your answer made him groan. “That class is the worst. Who do you have? Dr. West?” He groaned again when you nodded.

“I had him last semester. He’s rough, isn’t he?” This time it was your turn to groan. “I know, right? He talks too fast, he rarely answers emails, and his tests cover things we were never lectured on!” You rolled your eyes, exasperated. This made James laugh. He had a very attractive laugh. It was a deep, hearty laugh that moved his shoulders up and down. You wanted to hear it again.

“One good thing about Dr. West,” he taps your textbook with his index finger, “his final exam is basically the same every year.” He sat back a bit in his chair and looked at you, a lazy smile on his lips. “I could help you if you want?”

First, he buys you coffee, then he offers to help you study for a life or death exam? How could you decline an offer like that?

“I wouldn’t mind that at all.” You answered with relief. “Thank you so much.” James shook his head. “It’s not a problem at all. I’m happy to help, trust me.”

And you did. He moved his chair to sit next to you and helped you study for this goddamn nightmare of an exam. He reviewed with you, quizzed you, and even made a practice exam. By 7 o’clock that same morning, you knew all the material like the back of your hand. You couldn’t thank James enough. He helped you through all the frustration and groans and even some tears, and he didn’t yawn once. He was patient with you, sometimes having to explain a concept more than three times. How could you even repay him?

You and James walked out of the library together, exhausted but smiling. “I think you’re all set, (Y/N). Go get a few hours rest and knock this exam out of the park!” How he managed to keep his energy all this time is beyond you, but it was infectious.

“You know it!” You grinned, turning towards him once you reached the bottom of the library steps. “Let me buy you lunch sometime? To properly thank you and all.” It wasn’t nearly enough of a thank you to repay him for saving your ass, but it was all you had to offer.

James grinned in response, showing off all of his perfect teeth. “Sounds like a date to me.”

The two of you swapped numbers before parting ways. He entered his name in your phone as “Bucky.” When you questioned him about it, he gave you that brilliant smile of his and replied, “That’s what my friends call me.” Friends. You liked that.

A week later, sitting at the desk in your dorm, you checked to see if your final grades were posted and nearly had a heart attack. Not only had you passed the class, you also got a big, fat 100% on the final.

The thought that crossed your mind immediately after finding out the good news was to call Bucky. He answered on the first ring.

“(Y/N)! What’s the news? Break it to me gently.” He greeted with caution, but you could practically hear his smile on the other end.

“Straight 100, baby! We did it!” You replied, trying not to squeal out of excitement. “Nuh uh, you did it. You took that exam, you earned that grade by yourself.” Before you could protest about him being so humble, he spoke again. “I’m proud of you, (Y/N), I really am.” He sounded genuinely happy for you, which made your heart beat a little faster than it already was.

“Now,” he was grinning, you could tell, “how about that lunch?”

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[stevenrogers5-blog]

University S.L.U.T 4

Summary: Steve isn’t usually the one to hate or judge people. But when it came to you, he just wanted to rip his hair out. So his dismay, you two are partnered for a class project. Can you change his mind in time to get a good grade? Or will his feelings get the best of him?

Warnings: You know how it is by now... I promise it gets spicy soon! 

Part 3 and Part 5

A/N: I am soo happy that so many of you are really liking this series!!! It really means alot to me!

With your hair up in a bun and your body wrapped up in an over-sized sweater. You were content to be in your dorm. After Steve being an ass once again, you just needed to relax tonight.You didn’t want to see a single person and did not want to leave your dorm. Sadly, Emma had other plans for you. As you unzip your bag, the door comes flying open. You wipe your head around and are met with an annoyed Emma and Bucky.

“What the hell happened to you guys?” You ask as you push your glasses up your the bridge of your nose.

“You wear glasses?!” Bucky asks as he smiles at you.

“Yes. I do. Now why are you two here?” You ask.

“Well. Steve didn’t want us there because we were being too loud. We were just trying to work on our project.” Emma explains as she places her bag on the floor next to her bed.

“Not even surprised. It is Steve after all. He always thinks he’s in the right for things he can’t even educated himself on properly.” You mumble as you sit down on the edge of your bed.

“I don’t know. Maybe you can go over, Y/N? Bring him coffee and offer to work on the project. It’s his main focus and he shouldn’t really be working on it without his partner anyways.” Bucky explains as he plops down on Emma’s bed.

“Yeah. It also gives Bucky and i chance to work on ours.” Emma smiles as she grabs Bucky’s hand. You shake your head as you know what she really wants to do with him.

“You seriously want me to go over there? When you two just came back from there? Ranting and raving that he’s being a total asshole right now?” You ask.

“Please Y/N. I really would like to spend some time with Bucky. Plus this give you guys a chance to maybe get to know each other better? Call him out for his bad attitude and talk it out.” Emma says as she sits on her bed. You sigh as you eye her and Bucky.

“Fine.” You say as you rezip your bag. You move to your coffee maker and make two big to go cups off coffee. You turn to see Bucky and Emma already making out. “At least let me leave first!”

“Fine!” Emma whines as she pulls away from Bucky. You rush to pull your fuzzy socks on. You grab your bag, pulling it over your shoulders. You take the two cups and walk out of the door. Emma closing it behind you.

You sigh as you reach the door to your unwanted enemy. You kick it lightly since your hands are full. You hear some stumbling and are soon greeted by Steve. An annoyed glare comes over his face.

“Bucky told me you were annoyed at them. Then they kicked me out of my dorm. So i brought coffee and my help so we can work on project?” You explain. He looks you up and down and takes note at how he liked you in lazy attire. Leggings, a massive college sweater, fuzzy socks, and your hair in a messy bun. He wondered what you would look like in his sweatshi- NO STOP THINKING ABOUT HER LIKE THAT!!!

“Fine. Maybe you can redeem yourself from earlier” He says, opening the door wider. You walk in and instantly take in how much more cleaner it is than you would expect from two soccer playing, college boys. “Since i’m already set up on my desk, you can take my bed.” You place his coffee cup down on his desk.

“Okay.” You sigh, fixing your glasses. You hop onto his bed and scoot back till you hit the wall.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses…” Steve says as you pull out your laptop.

“Not most people do. I have been wearing glasses since i was born and contacts since the third grade. I don’t typically wear my glasses. Makes me look like a hipster librarian in my opinion.” You answer, shrugging as you flip your laptop open.

“Well, i like them on you. They fit your face nicely.” Steve compliments. You look up at him with questioning look before smiling.

“Well um thank you. Didn’t think i would ever receive a compliment from you.” You mumble as bring your coffee cup to your lips. You take a sip and sigh contently.

“Be thankful. No one ever really gets them from me. Unless you’re Natasha. Or Wanda.” Steve says as he takes a seat at his desk.

“Yeah. At least they live upto your expectations of being perfect. Which im completely surprised.” You mumble the last part. He sighs and looks at you.

“Look. Can we just work and not talk?” He asks.

“Whatever.” You sigh, rolling your eyes. He turns back to his desk and gets to scrolling through an article. You both sit in awkward silence as you both type a little here and there. Finally after about a good 10 minutes you decide you can’t handle it anymore. “What did i ever do to you?”

“Seriously? Did you not hear me?” Steve asks, anger and annoyance already evident in his voice.

“Yes. And i think you should apologize for being so rude. And for earlier today. I don’t know what you think you know about me. But it’s very unfair to me for you treat me like crap just because you think you’re better than me.” You spit out at him, slamming your laptop shut.

“I don’t think, i know i am. At least i don’t go around, giving myself to just anyone like it’s nothing. Then leave my boyfriend hanging and act like i didn’t just hurt him. Being a slut isn’t pretty Y/N. Remember that.” Steve yells back, slamming his laptop shut as well. You scoff as you scoot closer to the edge of his bed.

“Listen. I don’t know what Sams been telling you or anyone on the team. But i am not a Slut! I didn't just go around giving myself away. As a matter a fact it’s the opposite. Have you ever talked to his new girlfriend?! She will happily tell you how she stole him from me. Took him away because she’s better looking and what he really wants in a woman. So before you go listening and agreeing with someone’s side of the story, maybe listen to the other persons.” Hot tears were forming and dropping down your face. “I gave that man my whole heart for three years! And for him to go around and tell everyone that i was the one cheating! It’s bullshit!”

Steve sits silently as he watches you cry harder. He sighs as he regrets saying anything to you about Sam. You wipe away the tears, trying to force them away as the wounds of the messy breakup rip open.

“I think i’m going to go.” You mumble as you turn around and start shoving things back into your bag. Steve stands up and reaches for your arm.

“No. Don’t. Please. I’m sorry Y/N.” He says as he tries to stop your hands from shoving another item into your bag.

“Stop. Let me leave. I don’t want to be here. And now i just.. Why would you say that?! How low do you have to go to make someone feel so miserable about something they’ve cried over for so many nights. Someone who wondered what they did wrong to lose someone they thought was going to be their husband. You and your team of terrible men can shove it.” You push his hands away. You shove your computer into your bag and zip it up. You grab your coffee cup and head to his door.

“Y/N. Seriously. Please stay. We need to work on this project.” Steve says as he grabs for your bag, trying to pull you back into the room.

“Seriously Steven. You were supposed to be one of the good ones. Guess everyone was wrong. Guess i got my information from an unreliable source.” You rip your bag from his hands and slam his door in his face. You stand there for a second as you look at your horribly shaking hands.

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[haroldstans-blog]

a tag my dudes

oi i was @shawnsmercy and @for-my-mind so thank you guys!

rules - answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people.

- what was your last...

1) drink - water

2) phone call - my friend annette

3) text message - asking a friend about the ap human geo homework hehe

4) song you listened to - sHe by zayn

5) time you cried - last night lmao

- have you ever...

6) dated someone twice? - plenty of times

7) kissed someone and regretted it? actually yeah it was pretty bad, we went for different kisses (yikes)

8) been cheated on? - nope

9) lost someone special? - yeah

10) been depressed? only mildly, now all i harbour is frustration and stress oops

11) gotten drunk and thrown up? - i mean i had like a shot and a half of straight vodka and that was my first and only time drinking alcohol and i was slightly buzzed and got a massive headache and my stomach was not handling it well and i did almost throw up but i didn’t! yeah, never again. dark times, dark times.

- fave colours

12) pale yellow/blue

13) iridescent

14) black, grey n white (you can never go wrong with ‘em!)

- in the last year have you...

15) made new friends? - actually yeah i have

16) fallen out of love? - yes ma’am

17) laughed until you cried? - it’s a daily thing

18) found out someone was talking about you? - yeah but it actually wasn’t in a bad way this time which makes me feel real good :)

19) met someone who changed you? - yeah

20) found out who your friends are?-  i mean i’ve been known who my friends are and the new friends i've made haven’t surprised me with anything crazy about them so i guess not

21) kissed someone on your facebook friends list? - oof people still use facebook?

22) how many of your facebook friends do you know irl? - i. don’t. use. that. shit.

23) do you have any pets? - YES AND HE’S A DOG AND I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART HES SO CURLY AND SOFT AND LOVELY

24) do you want to change your name? - eh, nah

25) what did you do for your last birthday? - we hung out at the pool n ate n shit

26) what time did you wake up today? 7am. thanks school, you fucker

27) what were you doing at midnight last night? - homework oops

28) what is something you can’t wait for? - for these stupid stitches to dissolve, for school to be over, for my summer australia trip, and for the niall horan concert in september

29) what is your favourite animal? - doggos (its basic and i really don’t care)

30) what are you listening to rn? - there for you by troye sivan (my boiiii)

31) have you ever talked to a person named tom? - uh, i think so

32) something that’s getting on your nerves - how much i procrastinate and these fucking stitches

33) most visited website - probably youtube

34) hair colour - dark brown, yes, DARK brown

35) long or short hair? - eh it's kinda short-medium 

36) do you have a crush on someone? - a big fat one

37) what do you like about yourself? - that i can make people laugh or smile or feel good about themselves and i also like my curly hair and ability to do eyebrows (ayeee)

38) want any piercings? - no more for now

39) blood type - oof i’ve never been told what mine is

40) nicknames - mimi, mandy, panda (my mom and brother call me panda just to piss me off lol)

41) relationship status - single but crushing real hard

42) sign - gemini, bitch

43) pronouns - she/her i guess but whatever you want is fine with me tbh

44) fave tv show - probably the vampire diaries or drake and josh or zoey 101

45) tattoos - not of legal age yet but i have 11 tattoo ideas saved on my phone so far so best believe my fast ass will be seated in that parlour chair when i’m 18

46) right or left handed - i’m actually ambidexterous

47) ever had a surgery? - literally had one earlier today

48) piercings - i’ve got the standard ear lobe piercings and a helix in my right ear

49) sport - swimming yUh fuck land sports

50) vacation - aUsTrAlIa (ah that looks so weird)

51) trainers - converse or adidas

- more general

52) eating - my stomach actually just started growling probably because i ate fucking ice cream for dinner and a quick jell-o snack bc of this fucking mouth surgery

53) drinking - i lOve lemonade im a lemonade hoe but i only fuck with that good juicy lemonade not that watered down shit oh and i also really love iced coffee but water’s good too

54) i’m about to watch - my grades plummet and my school year be ruined bc im doing this instead of homework and its 2am and now im freaking out bc i didnt even realise it was 2am friCk

55) waiting for - this shit to heal so i can use my upper lip properly and eat

56) want - harry styles tickets i mean he’s literally coming to a venue about 20 minutes from my house ON MY BIRTHDAY but there are literally no good seats left at a price i can afford and for school to end *deep SIGH*

57) get married - ???

58) career - i’m currently looking into the tech industry and being a software engineer or web developer or lowkey an actress or an internet personality but lord knows what my indecisive gemini ass is gonna wanna be next year

59) hugs or kisses - hugs are more comfortable

60) lips or eyes - the eyes are where it’s at

61) taller or shorter - i’m not sure what this is asking but i’m average height ?? idk but i’m 5′4 and i prefer taller but if your short i still really really love you plus my crush is really short and she’s the cutest thing ever

62) older or younger - i’m just now realising the previous question was about preference which i did answer but i also added some unneccesary detail and now im too lazy to change it but not lazy to type an also unnecessary paragraph anyway i prefer my guys older and my girls can be either i really don’t mind

63) nice arms or stomach - i really don’t care you can have both, one, or neither but none of that really matters if your personality’s shit

64) hookups or relationships - relationships

65) troublemaker or hesitant - i’m kinda both sometimes i’m hesitant and overthink a situation and end up getting myself into trouble anyway it’s stupid and doesn’t make sense but it happens

66) kissed a stranger - heck no

67) drank hard liquor - ye buddy and it wasn’t good

68) turned someone down - yup

69) sex on first date - haha i see what you did there, number 69. but no i’m still a virgin wassup

70) broken someone’s heart - god i hope not but i think i have

71) had your heart broken - that’s its current condition

72) been arrested - nope

73) cried when someone died - i’d be concerned if i didn’t

74) fallen for a friend - it’s the current news

- do you believe in

75) yourself - i don’t know, do i?

76) miracles - i really don’t know, maybe?

77) love at first sight - eh yeah

78) sanata claus - is this some kind of joke

79) angels - harry styles wants me to believe otherwise and i mean when i look at her i definitely see what you mean mr. styles

80) eye colour - brown but i got green contacts to spice it up a bit (they’re prescription though bc i’m blind as fuck)

81) best friends’ name - bianca, kaylyn, allison, and ashadé

82) favourite movie - the outsiders, grease, dunkirk (i mean), everything, everything, and love simon (oh and the 1d this is us movie even though i never saw it but 1d’s in it so it’s automatically good also remember harry in dunkirk?)

83) favourite actor - HARRY STYLES (im biased oops), amandla stenberg, nick robinson, ralph macchio, tom holland, zendaya, ian somerhalder, and katherine langford (i literally just spewed a bunch of names from movies i love oh well)

84) favourite cartoon - tom and jerry bc im real like that, the amazing world of gumball, steven universe, and we bare bears

85) favourite teacher’s name - uh, what

i don’t know 20 people so ima just tag some people off the top of my head, sorry if you were already tagged: @illumilitt @shawnmcuddles @shawnssweatshirt @pattinsonshawn and anyone else who wants to do it :)

[watsonofagun]

HOW DO YOU RUN YOUR BLOG?

Speed: terribly slow at this moment because i just can’t get it in my head to write properly and it’s frustrating, but i write a bunch anyway on saturdays so long i have no other plans to hinder it. also usually keep everything in draft and then post them over time so i don’t get overwhelmed quickly but tbh it doesn’t always work. so uh, fastest is 3 days, slowest is 3 weeks.

Replies: usually match length and effort as best as i can, otherwise i’m usually more fond of things that give 2-3 paragraphs. writing matters a LOT to me, despite being a straightforward person, so i usually have ‘more muse’ for the medium-length threads. unless you’re Bree. or just threads like ours that are so full of life in all different aspects. that’s all i really want.

Starters: i’m terrible at them, hence i don’t do a lot of starter calls. especially since i’ve been around for so long and essentially ran out of things to start with, so i prefer if people could make starters for me or at least approach me on what they might like to do, in which case i can make the starter because i have at least something to go along with. and i very rarely approach people, unfortunately, mostly out of shyness, so..........

Inbox: i used to answer them straightaway because i like to keep my inbox clean, but i stopped bothering soon after because i realized it was keeping me from doing the proper drafts. so i’ll only answer when i have spare time during work, or outside work. learned to keep my priorities straight. nevertheless, it is always open to all including anons.

Selectivity: i gotta keep emphasizing on the fact that i’m not a mutuals only blog, because i simply cannot follow all 550 followers, and a fast-moving dash makes me very nervous. other than following being selective, i’m usually okay to write with anyone, as long as rules are abode and they don’t mind if i take forever. but if anything, i do get a bit selective on thread replying, because i need it to drive my motivation. it’s difficult to want to write if the thread feels boring or there isn’t much to go on with or it just simply isn’t making me want to give effort in the writing.

Wishlist item: my marvel au verse is tingling for threads even if there isn’t enough everett ross to go off with....... there’s also a bunch of unfinished threads that were either dropped or the partner disappeared which i don’t mind doing again, even though right now i can only think of those that are with mycrofts. also, things that are john-centric because he needs care too...... sometimes i feel like he always has to be the support figure to others who deem themselves to be of more importance, and really, after all that with sherlock and mary, it’s already clear that he doesn’t want to be a background guy who’s only useful when others need help. he wants to be MINDED. to be a PERSON. so forgive him if he has these angry episodes sometimes, it’s just...he’s been through so much and everyone seems to forget that and take him for granted and he needs to know that he is loved and that’s all i really want for him.

Honest note: i should have put the more passionate part from the previous point to here instead lol. but other than that, i’m terribly sorry if i’m the most horrible at IMs. 80% of my time on tumblr is actually at work, so i can’t usually talk with more than 2 people at the same time lest i forget to reply. not to mention my mood at work is usually bleh. and i prefer to focus on writing than to chat, so...i’m just not a chatty person to begin with. but if you want to rp, really, i’m all for it, drop me a starter or ask or IM and i’ll do my best to reply, if not, feel free to bug me, seriously. despite being old and cranky, i rarely get genuinely mad. i’m just tired and lazy most of the time.   oh, also about shipping with my muse, as much a casanova as he is, my preference is a lot more on the platonic or fluffy side, and that it takes chemistry first. but please remember as per rules that he’s not gonna marry anyone except mary (save in verses that are completely outside sherlock), so if his flirty bit does get him a girlfriend/boyfriend, the relationship will NOT last. in fact, my headcanon for him is that 80% of his relationships fall out within 2 weeks, so you really have to be very lucky in chemistry to last longer. yeah, i refer to Kat at this point, still blown away by their relationship.

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