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controversial opinion

you are not better than fat people!

even REALLY fat people!

even fat people who don’t put a lot of time into their appearance!

even fat people who wear clothes you think are unflattering!

your appearance literally does not make you better than a fat person. you are not more fun to hang out with because you’re not fat. you are not funnier, smarter, or more interesting by virtue of not being fat. you aren’t harder working, you don’t have more self-control, you don’t have your life more together.

the only difference between you and fat people is that they have to put up with a lot of harassment, discrimination, exclusion, and other bullshit that you don’t even think about.

try not to add to it.

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Anything (Loki x reader)

You should do story where Loki x reader are together during AOU and during Stark’s party when everyone is trying to lift the hammer the reader gives it a try and lifts it. Idk what should happen after that.

//Okay I made a slight change because if (Y/N) could move the hammer that means Asgardian business and that would cause trouble so vv sorry :) // ——————————-

Loki was a large nuisance around the Avengers. Even after he apologized for everything, and managed to get out of his Asgardian prison sentence.

The only one he was kind to was (Y/N). “His (Y/N),” he reminded himself daily.

The way they met would forever be an Avenger favorite. (Y/N) was brought in with very dangerous skills with water. She could control it at her will. Loki thought it suited her very well; the way her movements seemed liquid.

He could watch her for hours. The way her eyes would light up whenever music played. Not the new kind, but classics that had a taste of a different era. She would grab his hand and laugh while they stumbled around the massive lounge.

He loved to run his hands through her wild hair and always stated how opposite her personality contrasted. She was calm with bright eyes and soft skin, and she made everyone look twice when they saw her.

So he had no idea how she had been so taken with him from the beginning. As soon as she caught sight of him standing in her new dwelling, she smiled at him and talked to him for hours about anything and everything; ranging from questioning life to the cuteness of koalas. He was wrapped around her finger quite soon.

He would do anything she asked. Anything, except attend Tony’s monthly parties. He hated the social interaction, and would much rather tuck himself in the library with (Y/N) hooked to his side. (Y/N) however, enjoyed the Avengers’ antics far too much, and always tried to persuade Loki to join in on the fun, to which he politely declined.

So it was at one of Tony Stark’s famous parties, that she sat laughing while the other avengers attempted to lift Thor’s hammer. They all stopped laughing when Steve made it budge. He quickly stopped once he saw Thor’s face and retreated. Thor gave a chuckle, but anyone could tell it was forced.

“Oh, you’re laughing (Y/N), but go ahead and try,” Clint pestered with a grin taking up his face. (Y/N) knew she couldn’t pick it up with her hands so she quickly accumulated the surrounding water supply and pushed it under the hammer until it began to rise.

“That’s cheating, (Y/N)!” Tony screeched at her. She just giggled an agreement out and set the weapon back on the table.

“A worthy display, Lady (Y/N), but I feel that doesn’t deem you worthy,” he chuckled with a raised brow.

“Worthy? How could you be worthy? You’re all killers. You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. There’s only one path to peace… your extinction,” a deep electronic voice emerged from the mangled body of an iron man suit. The Avengers stepped back and looked to Tony in question. They silently listened to the android’s speech until it remarked about killing someone.

“You killed someone?” Steve asked in concern. Tony and Bruce exchanged a glance and muttered ‘Ultron’ to each other. (Y/N) quickly held her hands near the pipes of the water supply.

Everyone quickly jumped into action once the Iron Legion drones began to attack them. The water burst from the pipes and cut through them like a filet knife. (Y/N) was doing great until there were two attacking her at once; one held her hands down and another slammed her head on the hard flooring. The bots were quickly destroyed after bursts of green magic spread through their hardware.

The rest of the team quickly realized, though Ultron’s body was destroyed, he wasn’t. After seeing the damaged state (Y/N) was in Tony raced over; hovering where she laid motionless in Loki’s arms. Green mist seeped out of Loki’s hands as they covered (Y/N)’s bloodied and torn wrists, leaving her skin healed. He clutched her to his chest and held her away from Tony. “You’ve done enough, Anthony,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

He picked her battered figure off the ground and carried her to the tower’s care unit. A head wound would take much more than magic to heal.

He would do anything she asked. Anything, even attend one of Tony Stark’s famous parties.

Snip Snip

Requested by: @awkwardsituation101

Since you take requests I’m going to annoy you some more if that’s okay. A Bucky x reader where she wants short hair so he helps her cut it? Thank you, you fantastic human

A/N: Idek I just really liked writing this it was so cute, thank you so much for the request! Keep em coming I’ll write whatever you guys want! Btw it took all the self-control in the world to not name this Snip Snap Padiwack or Snip Snip Motherfucker…

Warning: nada just enjoy!

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Bucky Barnes x Reader (they have like mid-back length hair but it’s gender neutral)

You were in one of the many bathrooms of Avengers Tower, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You frowned, throwing a long, wet lock of your hair over your shoulder. You bent over, pulling all your hair to the crown of your head, attempting to make a ponytail. You frowned again. Next, you twisted your hair around itself, trying for a bun. Still, this did not satisfy you. Braids? No…Ponytails? No…Fishtail? No…Curly, straight, wavy, it just wasn’t settling with you. You could find no satisfaction in the long tresses of hair falling past your chest.

Eventually, you gave up, and, gathering your things, you left the restroom. You had been in the showers connected to the training room, having just come from a workout. You were now in sweats and a light, loose fitting pajama shirt, figuring that you would just take the rest of the day easy. However, now, as you made your way to the floor that was home to your bedroom, you pondered doing something else.

Throwing your gym bag onto the floor as you entered your room, you enter the bathroom within your bedroom. It was identical to all of the other bathrooms that were connected to the other bedrooms in the Avengers Tower. when you walked in, the shower was to the left. The sink and toilet were to the right, and a small table composed of drawers was straight ahead.

You strode over to the table, digging around for a handheld mirror and a pair of scissors. After you found what you were looking for, you walked over to the sink, once again staring at your reflection. You spun around so your back was to the mirror on the wall. You help the other mirror in front of you so that you got a nice view of your back through the reflections of the mirrors working together. Your hair fell down to your mid back.

After some more experimentation, you realized that it was a feudal attempt, trying to reach around yourself to try to snip off the hair in the dead center of the back of your head. Plus, even if you could reach it properly, there was no way the ends would even resemble a straight line.

Sighing, you placed your tools on the sides of the sink and left your room, searching for help. Fortunately, while turning a corner, you literally ran into Bucky Barnes.

“Bucky!” You gasped, jumping backwards, “Lord, you scared me!”

“Sorry, darling,” Bucky said, rubbing his hands together, “My bad.” He let out a light laugh.

“No, it’s fine,” You said, grabbing his hand, “I need your help.”

Your fingers entwined with his as you led him to your room. You guys had been going out for almost a year now, and it was the happiest either of you had been in a while. Bucky especially.

When you got into the bathroom, you handed Bucky the scissors.

“O…kay?” Bucky asked.

“I want it off, Buck,” you said, pulling your hair to rest in front of your shoulders, “All of it, now.”

“All of it?” Bucky seemed incredulous, “Don’t you, like, wanna go an inch at a time or something?”

“Nope,” you stated, shaking your head, “I want it up to here,” you gestured to the top of your shoulder, “We can match.”

Bucky still looked very unsure about this whole thing. He looked at you, slightly concerned, as if you might have lost your mind but he wasn’t quite sure if he should be extremely worried or not yet.

“You’re sure you wanna do this, (Y/N)?” Bucky asked, “Because what if you do it and then you wish you hadn’t?”

You sighed and plopped down onto the edge of the bathtub.

“Bucky, I swear, I want to do it. Would you please just help me?” You asked, you were growing a little frustrated by his unsureness.

Bucky sat down next to you on your left and placed his hand over yours which had been gripping the side of the tub. He looked you straight in the eyes and gave you a little smile.

“I’m sorry, doll, I just don’t want to mess up.” Bucky told you, his hand still on yours, “Maybe you could cut a little in the front just so I can see where you want it at.”

Bucky was much more comfortable after you had shown him. He had held the mirror for you so that you could cut the first peice. You handed him back the scissors and straddled the tub, one foot inside it and one foot on the cool tiles outside of it. Bucky sat the same way behind you. The cold fingers of his metal hand brushed over the skin of your neck when he went to move some hair over your shoulder. Your flesh erupted in goose bumps at the sudden unexpected change in temperature. Bucky pressed a warm kiss to the same spot and let out a soft “sorry” against your skin.

You were pretty nervous now that Bucky had started, but it calmed you down that it was him doing this and no one else. You closed your eyes and concentrated on the soft sniiiip as the scissors cut through your hair, the soft ends tickling your skin as they fell onto the floor or into the bathtub. It went on for quite some time. You guessed that Bucky was trying to take his time, making sure he got the edges perfect the first time around.

“You doing okay?” Bucky asked a few times. You would just hum back a reply, keeping your eyes closed, trying to keep still, and trying not to think so much about how much lighter your head was starting to feel.

Finally, after seemingly a few hours, but what turned out to actually be only half of one, you were done.

“Okay,” Bucky said as he flicked a few last hairs off of your clothes, “You’re done.”

You went to grab the smaller mirror but Bucky snatched it away, “Wait, wait, wait, this calls for the big mirror.” Bucky smiled as he clamped his hands over your eyes.

He guided you out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. Even though it was all dark, you could navigate the room pretty well, having lived there for almost your whole life. However, there were a few toes that were bumped and arms that were bruised, but that was alright because you loved hearing Bucky laugh and he thought the same about you.

Bucky steered you over to the wall with a full-body mirror on it. He positioned you directly in front of it and then all at ones he snatched his hands away and let a quiet “ta da!”

The first thing you did was run your fingers through it. It was so great to only have about a foot of hair. It was crazy, but it was great. Your mouth hung open slightly, but all you could do was touch your hair. This was so wonderful!

“Do you like it?” Bucky asked, hope and nerves seeping into his speech.

You turned to him and your arms flew around his neck, “I love it Bucky! Thank you so much I could not have done this by myself!”

Bucky laughed, wrapping his arms around your back and smiling into your short hair, “Thank God, I think I was more nervous than you.” He pressed a small kiss to the side of your head and the two of you got ready to go to dinner, you bouncing with excitement to show the rest of the team.

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For anon

Nina clung to her father desperately. They had been fortunate enough to get back to America unnoticed. The little girl’s cheeks were stained with tears and snot. She hadn’t stop crying since the incident.

Out of fright, Nina had made the animals go into a slight frenzy. In the confusion, a guard accidentally let the arrow fly from his bow. Having seen it, her mother threw Nina to the side before the arrow plunged into her heart. Shaken, but realizing the need to get his daughter safe, Erik had grabbed Nina and left.

Now the pair was standing in front of a large mansion. The moon was high in the sky. As if sensing them, the door opened to reveal his old friend. Charles greeted them with a somber expression. Erik, while holding Nina on his hip, walked over to him.

“I don’t suppose you already looked,” Erik rasped, half-hoping he did so he didn’t have to say it. Charles nodded. He licked his lips, eyes tearing up. “I am so sorry, Erik. Come on in.”

Charles wheeled into the house, the two following. Nina wiped her hand against her nose before resting her head on her father’s shoulder.

“I’ve already set up a room for the two of you,” Charles explained quietly, “It’s your old room, actually.” Erik nodded, chest still heavy. Charles spun to face him. “I suggest the two of you sleep. Then we can talk in the morning.” Erik nodded again. He spoke, voice coming out shaky, “Thank you, Charles.”

The man smiled while giving a nod. Without another word, Charles spun back around, continuing to lead the pair through the quiet halls.

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dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

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Hollow Promises

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt finds and loses a life he’s never had. A life he doesn’t even feel like deserving sometimes. Genre: Angst Rating: T Warnings: Swearings, depictions of violence, major character death 2,331 words

Notes: MATT ANGST AS REQUESTED BY MY BAE @potatoersforever​. <3 Sorry for the long wait, baby. Also sorry for the shitty writing. I can’t write angst for shit. AND I’M SORRY Y’ALL for the lack of updates. I just moved into a new apartment and everything is still a mess and I just got the internet connection installed today (after waiting for 5 days) so…yeah. Next one-shot might be a Bucky one. Hopefully. Let’s all pray. Thank you for reading and tell me if there’s any mistake! ENJOY! <3

When Matt wakes up in that morning, he feels his chest tight with apprehension.

Nothing that he isn’t used to considering the life he leads, except this time it feels different. Heavier, somehow. 

He’s felt guilt and anger and sorrow and sure apprehension but never over something he doesn’t know, never over something he couldn’t sense entirely. 

And he rarely feels this, but when he wakes up in that morning and feels you cuddled up against his body, your warm and soft breath hitting his chest so comfortably, all he can think about is how bad he wishes to see you right in that moment. 

He’s never expected to find in you something that he could hold on to – solace and safety and that sensation of feeling like home. 

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