#angsty kind of

[darling-miaxoxo]

Fuck you! (part 2)

A/N: part 2 of the fuck you drabble/oneshot i made- Also due to the amount of p*rn bots circling tumblr, im blocking blogs who have a default pfp, no title, and have no posts. Sorry for the inconvenience! Also this is long af- I wont be posting for the next 3 days as it is my exams, again. Warning/s: Murder, mentions of cheating, violence, successful assassination attempt. Summary: It's been a few years since you last saw them. You have been working as an assassin to make ends meet. You get a request to take out a girl. Not just any girl. The girl Alma was with. ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

You were opening up your phone to check on social media. As you were watching some videos, you decided to go check on your secret. The main reason you were making money. You opened up the app that looked like a dictionary. It asked for facial recognition and the password. You let the app scan your face and entered the password. It was the assassination app. You checked your requests for any new assassination requests. So far, there were a lot, it makes sense as you are the third top assassin, and was never caught. But one request caught your eye. It was requesting for you to kill a girl. Not any normal one. The girl you caught Alma with. And their offering a hefty amount of money too! 10,000$ to be specific. You accepted their request and were going to meet up at their house in Wales when the job is done. Ha! Funny isnt it? The risk of getting caught by your ex-wife. Almost like the time you caught her. Actually scrap that, Just like the time you caught her. Adrenaline was rushing through your veins. The thought of seeing her again in shock of her seeing her ex-wife murdering a-not-so-innocent girl. You were getting ready for the job. Shotgun's, pistol's, knives, smoke bombs, your mask, your hoodie, and most importantly your lucky necklace, which included a photo of the children in it. Just the children, no Alma cause you were heartbroken and cut that part of the photo off. You made sure that everything was intact and ready for murder. Violence is not the answer is what you would tell to a child. But to a grown adult? Violence is the answer to almost everything. They can take it, their a grown adult adult after all. You found out that this girl was in Wales. Stalking skills sure do come help in assassination. ≪•◦ Time skip ◦•≫ You were currently on Wales, your backpack was heavy, but it is a small price to pay for you not getting killed by police. After all, you did kill hundreds. If they found out, you would be sentenced to death almost immediately. Oh sweet Cairnholm. I missed you. You tried to find out where this girl was, your not planning to stay for long. You put on your white hoodie and mask and started to walk the place. A regular person would think; why would an assassin wear a white hoodie? Well because, you can just see the blood splatter across your hoodie. One might say you were crazy. But you have gone too crazy to care. You heard a crack. Reflexes kicked in, you turned around almost instantly. There you saw her. The very girl you saw Alma with. "Well. Long time no see hm? Never knew your name." You said, your voice deep. "Huh? Who are you?" The girl foolishly said. "The person you will see last." You murmured. Grabbing your knife and then slashing her dead. The blood splattered against your white hoodie. Oh, this was fun. You took off your hoodie and was ready to go to the person's home. The person was non-binary, so you tried your best to use their preferred pronouns, which was they/them. You started to walk to their house and knocked. The person answered and asked you to come in "Hey, thanks for eliminating her for me. She was cheating on me and tried to kill me after wards. Anyways, I know your here for the money and not my sad story so here it is" The person said, and you wanted to help her out so you replied with; "No problem. I know the feeling. Please contact me again, next time is on the house." You grabbed the briefcase and started to walk back to the ferry. You decided to might as well visit them. As long as they dont find out your secret. You walked to the cave entrance and heard the familiar popping sound you hadn't heard in years. You heard the flowing of the grass as the weather of Cairnholm was changed from a foggy day, to a clear, sunshine day. You started to walk to the home. You heard the familiar laughing of the children in the distance. But, you couldnt stay long. Or else, they might find out your secret. You breathed in and finally stopped being scared and knocked. Ready to face whoever it was, after all, if it was Barron you could easily slice his head off.

Emma answered the door, her eyes wide as she saw you. "Miss Y/n?" She said, her voice shaky and laced with both curiosity and sadness. "Yes?" You said, mischief laced in your voice in contrast with her curiosity and sadness. She came forward and hugged you, tears coming out of her atlantic-like blue eyes. "Shh, I'm here now." you cooed. You were an assassin, not a monster. "Now let's come inside, shall we?" You said as the blonde-haired teenager sniffled. She led you inside. You were wondering were Alma was and that question was soon answered when you saw her outside watching the children with a smile on her face. You started to walk closer to her, your black and white Japanese-styled shoes clicking on the wooden planks beneath you. "Hello darling, long time no see hm?" You murmured in her ear from behind. She instantly turned around. "Y/n!" ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Part 3? 10 notes if yes

[reineydraws]

jason is a grandpa's boy and u cant take this away from me!!! they cook together, they discuss literature together, and when jay comes back, they clean their guns together haha. ofc they celebrate their birthday together too! 😌

✨️🎂 hbd jay & alfie 🎂✨️

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[nerdynuala]

Angsty hug

[ginevrapng]

imagine spending months flirting with remus and he reciprocates but there is a slight age gap, not big enough for you to even think about or other people to think about but he overthinks it and worries he's too old for you, that you're 'wasting your youth' and you should be 'spending time with people your own age'. obviously you think it's rubbish but the thing about remus is he can be hypocritical, he says all this stuff but flirts with you anyway, it's very confusing.

one day he just snaps at you, you've been spending the night at 12 grimmauld place and everyone else has gone to bed, it's just you two and you flirt a bit, no more than usual and that's what shocks you so much at his outburst. "I'm not your boyfriend," he says coldly, in a tone that you've never heard him use directed at you before.

a shiver runs down your spine and you feel like all the warmth leave your body, you hated the way he just talked to you, dismissed you like that. after a moments silence you reply to him quietly, "i never thought you were."

"i never said it was your mistake," he mumbles back softer than before. he gets up from his chair and leaves the room without saying another word.

[s0fter-sin]

i need ghoap frantically making out against a door finally taking the leap on their feelings. need ghost grinding against soap, expecting to find him just as hard as him, only to feel nothing

and in all his wisdom and experience, he concludes soap was tortured and never told him

he’s trying to think of a delicate way to say he understands, that he’s been through it and it doesn’t change anything about how he feels (and who the fuck touched him so he can hunt them down and rend them limb from limb)

meanwhile trans!soap’s just trying to find the best angle to grind his cunt on ghost’s thigh

just it never even entering ghost’s head bc he’s never known a trans person but he has met plenty of people who’ve been tortured - himself included - so of course that’s his logical leap

soap takes off his shirt and he sees his top surgery scars and ghost asks if he wants him to kill the one who did it and soap just hums like, “actually, man did pretty good, they healed real well,” and ghost’s just teary-eyes with awe at how well he’s coping, “looking on the bright side, that’s my johnny.”

imagine he thinks johnny was fully castrated but sees he’s determined to still have a sex life with him so he buys packers and straps to help him bc hell yeah healing and soap’s just like, “holy shit i’ve never had such a thoughtful partner before, such a sweet man, lt.”

[newtscamandersbf]

saw this ss on twt and im sorry but im starting to think some of yall actually like when characters are predators cause first it was accusing afo of p3dophilia / sa (despite the fact grooming can be non-sexual) and now its this shit 😭😭

like this is actually crazy yall we are told MULTIPLE times that toga feels safe with the league because they are the only ones who accepted her for who she was 😭😭 its not like she was the only woman or kid in the league either like at some point there were magne and mustard. the league lets anyone in regardless of background this is soo ..

[enden-agolor]

am i even a real lukas fan without drawing his trailer design? so there’s that. also have some very sweet and gentle baja blast boys 🤗

[evansboyfriend]

idk if buddie shippers know this but buck and eddie don't need to date for buck and eddie and chris to be a family like that's how non-nuclear families work. even if buck is dating tommy and if and when they start a family that doesn't negate the fact that eddie has leaned on buck or that he's an important person in christopher's life. and more importantly that doesn't mean buck isn't allowed to create his own family with tommy.

one thing 911 has got right again and again is showing non-nuclear families. eddie has been a single father with a solid support system including buck, carla, tia pepa and his abuela, since season 2. that's a non nuclear family.

there's also athena and michael divorcing and coparenting may and harry with bobby and david as sort-of stepdads. that's a blended queer family. (and i know that michael and david are no longer part of the show but if you're looking for a childless queer couple...)

hen and karen adopted denny and fostered nia, fostered other kids short-term, fostered mara with the intention to adopt - then when that fuckass ortiz got mara removed from her family, chimney and maddie, biological parents to jee-yun, stepped in and are fostering mara until hen and karen can sort out the matter.

there's literally not a single "mom and dad and two kids and a half kids and a cat and a dog" nuclear family portrayal on the show. it's great.

[miusato]

Yeah but what if they're some oddly high budget cartoon from the 00s???

[avephelis]

silly au where hunter can also see the other golden guards but all they do is annoy him

[vinelark]

#dick would be a bit too enthusiastic the vibe would be off #they're cool hairless cats not tryhard hairless cats

your tags are sending me

tiny tim can accurately sense that jason has at some point in his life had a warrior catsona and dick has at some point said “wait it’s actually about cats? that fight each other? oh no :(”

[tending-the-hearth]

thinking about how canonically the pevensie siblings are 13, 12, 10, and 8 in "the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe"

thinking about how lucy needed a stool to be able to get up onto her throne, how peter's sword is a little too large for him, how susan's bow is a little too difficult for her to pull back, how edmund's shield nearly covers his entire body.

thinking about the pevensie siblings and their first few months in narnia, getting to know their new people, and half the narnians sitting there horrified because WHAT have these literal babies been through to give them such traumatized, old eyes, and the other half of the narnians are preparing to adopt them, no it doesn't matter that they're the rules, they're children who are being put in charge of too many things, and if peter looks at the old man council long enough he's going to cry, so someone needs to give him paternal support while aslan is off doing Lion Jesus Stuff™️ and whoops oreius is being nice and encouraging and now he's adopted his kings and queens they're his kids now he doesn't make the rules.

just the narnians and the pevensies being thrown into it together, and just as the pevensies will do anything to protect their new kingdom, the narnians will do anything to protect their rules, because let's be honest, these children have no sense of self-preservation, and are far too overprotective of each other and their people to take into account their own safety, so a lot of battles it's just one of the pevensie siblings running headfirst into danger with oreius running after them because his kids are feral and don't know proper royalty manners and won't threatening old kings from different countries because they're being assholes and the last time one of them tried undermining the queens susan called him a self-righteous asshole and lucy tried to stab him SOMEONE help him corral his children please

[sualne]

every story i've ever made is about fear

[thatkoiboi]

Leo and Donnie for #23 please

Prompt 23: "Did they hurt you?"

He about to go 100 on them

Prompts

[calciumdreams]

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