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Uh idk who is cuter

Friend: Are you reading that 'fan fiction' stuff again?

Me: that is literally the stupidest question I have ever been asked. I feel attacked. How dare you. Why do you hate me so?

Friend: *chokes* wait, so you aren't?

Me: *laughs hysterically* of course I am

Vocally political and liberal Steve Rogers

Fox News has no idea how to handle it because he’s Captain America and he’s literally from the 40’s like how do that handle that

He refuses to go on half of the news shows because they lie

Mostly ends up on the Daily Show, the Colbert Report, and the Young Turks

Starts charities that focus on kids and the poor

Donations to veterans charities go through the roof

Treatment for PTSD in veterans suddenly gets addressed after he admits to being diagnosised with it

We've all got scars.

Scars

Request: Hey, Could you write a reader x Jasper Hale where he is helping her tend wounds after she is attacked and discovers her scars (she’s self conscious about) from an accident she had as a kid? Thank you!!

Pairing: Jasper Hale x reader 

Warnings: Scars, angst, car accident mention 

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Why can I actually picture Stiles doing this?

Here’s to everyone fighting their own battles.

Here’s to every brave warrior.

Here’s to you.

Here’s to me.

Your Grave

I put off visiting your grave for a long time, honestly. Partly because of the money it would cost to travel to where they buried you. And partly because I thought I was okay without.

But now that I have the money, and now that I’m here. I can’t do this. I can’t look at your grave and remember all the times we could have had, or all the times we did have. I can’t handle knowing that you’re dead, and that box that’s buried in the ground with a urn in it, I can handle that it’s you they’re holding.

I can’t handle that I’m never going to see you again, never see you smile, never hear you laugh. I can’t handle that you’re dead. I just can’t. And most of the time I can hide that- I can bury that feeling that suffocates me.

This is your grave. Your final resting place. You should have lived. That cancer should not have gotten that far. If your stupid family hadn’t said no to your radiation, maybe you would be here right now. Maybe you’d be visiting the old friend you’re buried next to, and maybe it wouldn’t be me mourning the lost loved one.

I was fine- I was excited to see your grave, honestly. I wasn’t excited about your death- no, not at all. But I was excited to finally see your grave simply for the fact that I could stop worrying about the fact that I hadn’t visited. That I hadn’t gotten to your memorial.

And I could stop hurting about the fact that the only memorial of yours that I’ve seen is the obituary online. Or the old stuff of yours that’s laying around my house.

But as I got to your grave, and as I saw it- it hit me hard, it hit me like a truck. I’d been bottling it up for so long and when I finally saw your grave- I just shattered.

All of those tiny little pieces of my walls I’d struggled to put up and mend daily just broke. Your grave to a hammer to them and knocked them down.

I couldn’t handle it. I left almost as soon as I arrived. I’m never going to be able to handle it, I think. It’s just one of those things that I’ll bury until moments like this where I’m writing about it and sob in silently to myself.

Because I miss you. I miss you so fucking much. And I’m never going to see you again. And with that I realise how many photos of you I actually have. And that’s like ten.

I ignored you too much, I was a teen, always busy. Never had the time to hug you when I saw you, or to really say hi, or bye. I never really cherished the moments I spent with you because the thought of you dying- a person filled with such life and happiness- just the thought of you dying is so foreign. It feels wrong.

And when you were in the hospital on and off, it still didn’t really hit me. Only in the one moment we shared together it did.

I said, “I don’t want you to die.”

And you just smiled softly, a reassuring thing, I’m sure, but through my tears I was not reassured, not in the slightest. And you said, “Everyone has their time. Everyone dies. And this is mine.”

What is a young teenager supposed to do with that? I wasn’t going to take it to heart. And I didn’t. I didn’t when my mom woke me at 2:30 in the morning to tell me that they’d called to tell us you’d died. I didn’t, not until I’d seen your grave.

Sure, in passing moments I did, and I cried. But the full force really hit when I walked up to your snow covered grave, the snow crunching under my feet, that, that is when it hit me. I couldn’t hold back the tears.

It shouldn’t have been your time. You should still be here at Christmas, Thanksgiving, my birthday, all of those moments. You should still be there to laugh and make everyone else just as happy as you were.

I miss you so much. I miss you so so much.

#chris evans #in where he is actually steve rogers

What's this say???

what the FUCK is this supposed to say 

Veterans Ask Native Elders For Forgiveness At Standing Rock.

I never thought I would see this day when a white man apologizes for the tyranny and oppression of Native American population. This is so powerful. This is the nation that I want - responsible, compassionate and that learns from its mistakes.

God bless them!

Greenberg (You): “Why does he hate me?!”

hey if ur ever feelin shitty use this

This website is like a suicide hotline but with text chat instead.  I would appreciate it if you guys helped spread the word.

Important

I have reason to believe that someone is going around into other people’s accounts and sending them messages on IM with fake links. 

This happened to me just now. I thought it was suspicious after seeing the tinyurl link, but I clicked it anyway and it brought me here:

Whatever you do, DO NOT LOG IN. Take a closer look at the URL at the top.

This is a scam. It’s a website made to look like tumblr’s home page, and it will steal your information and hack you right out of your account.

My guess is that this has already happened to tumblr user @turntableking and their account is being used to drag more people in.

Please be careful!

“I don’t wanna be like you.”

There are two types of men in this world

Muggles are not able to REBLOG this.

REBLOG this to prove you are not a Muggle.

my reblog button fucked up and i almost had a heart attack

I did it in the first try.

OH YEAH

Muggles are not able to REBLOG this.

REBLOG this to prove you are not a Muggle.

my reblog button fucked up and i almost had a heart attack

I did it in the first try.

OH YEAH

Wounded

Request: Hiya! Can you do a Reader x Emmet where they get into an argument and he throws up his arms/steps forward or something and Reader flinches as if she thought he would hit her and it breaks his heart?

Warnings: Angst 

Pairing: Emmett x reader

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Know Who You Are

Summary: In which you come home and remind Bucky who he is. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,081 

A/N: Inspired by Know Who You Are from the Moana soundtrack. This was supposed to be a drabble, but apparently I’m no good at the whole short and sweet thing. 

@avengerstories - you’ll forever be my editing hero

If a man tortured by his nightmares is crying and no one is around to hear him, does he actually make a sound?

For months, the answer to that question was no.

No one knew about the way Bucky thrashed around like a madman in his sleep. They had no clue that the blankets that covered him became a cage that he couldn’t escape every night. They didn’t realize that his mind was exactly the same.

They didn’t know that he woke up with tears in his eyes that he didn’t remember shedding. They failed to hear him shout for the help that wasn’t coming. They were unaware that the first thing he did when he woke up was jump out of bed and search his surroundings, looking for the evil monster that lurked in his dreams. They were never there to watch the light leave his azure eyes when he looked in the mirror and realized that the monster he was running from was himself.

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Language

Steve x Young!Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Young!Reader using strong language

“So, you are (Y/N) but you are not Mr Stark?” The headteacher asked as he looked from you to Steve.

“No, he had to go to a meeting.” He explained awkwardly, wishing you’d be a little politer as he pushed your feet off the man’s desk.

“May I ask… have you thought of perhaps… private education?” The man asked as you looked at him like a bored cat and rolled your eyes.

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Your Harry

So, Harry was back in your universe. But…Harry wasn’t from this timeline. Things had changed, thanks to Barry, and you worried about how this change affected your relationship with one Harrison Wells. Was there even a relationship with him in his timeline. Was he even your Harry?

Earth-2 Harrison Wells x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: HOLY SHIT I’M ALIVE. Here, have a bit of post-flashpoint fluff~

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You stood in the speed lab with Harry as Jesse and Barry trained. You were well aware how quiet the room was apart from the speed force cracking in the background. Ever since Barry explained the situation with the different timelines and Harry returned, not affected by Flashpoint, you have begun to question everything.

The timeline you remembered, the timeline you knew, was a rocky beginning with Harry turning into a loving and secretly passionate romance. Though…was that still the case? This Harry didn’t remember working with you in the Speed Lab before. Hell, it was practically his first time in the speed lab, so it wasn’t the same Harry, was it? It wasn’t your Harry that you snuck a quick kiss in the hall with, was he?

Was he still your Harry?

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Touch

Character: Francis (Ajax) Freeman Summary: was kind of worried to write this dude cuz he’s an asshole and tortures people and fucked Wade’s life up but then again he’s kind of cute so… don’t judge me and don’t judge the chick/dude that requested this, without further adieu- this thing is essentially Francis spontaneously being able to feel thanks to the reader (idk how man, it’s a fan fiction, just roll with it) Words: 700

“I swear to god, if I die wearing this I’m going to come back and haunt everyone’s arses!” she called out, struggling against the metal chains that bit into her bruised skin, the cool steel table digging into her spine as warm blood trickled down her face and arms. There was no answer from the damp grey room, just the consistent dripping of water in the corner and the scurrying of rats underneath her. Her hair stood on end as a breeze brushed against her from the vent in the roof, the metallic taste of blood and the scent of urine and sterile medical equipment choking her slightly. Everything ached and she could hardly move, tears of frustration pricked at the back of her wide eyes, but she refused to let them fall. They could torture her all they wanted, but she refused to cry. The burning of her wounds only added to the angry fire pooling in her stomach; how dare they do this to her, to any of them. She hadn’t even been one of the idiots that agreed to this, they’d taken her from her apartment (while she’d been on tumblr in her pink unicorn onesie no less). A flush spread across her cheeks as her jaw worked, scowl marring her pretty face.

“Now now sweetheart, no one said anythin’ about dyin’, well…unless the tests don’t work that is,” a smug British accent sounded from her right and she whipped her head over, wincing as her ears rang.

The mans face morphed into surprise for a mere second before schooling back into a smug smirk.

She supposed he would’ve been attractive; he had those pretty pale blue eyes that shone like glass, killer cheekbones, and was at least 6 foot 2. He would’ve been attractive, if he hadn’t been holding a giant scalpel and if he hadn’t been responsible for putting her in that hell hole.

“You’re really laying it on thick you know,” she wheezed and one of his eyebrows shot up. “Abandoned warehouse, blood stained lab coat, god you’re even British! Why are all the bad guys English?”

His smirk twitched into a smile for a second, before he paced towards her, shoes clicking loudly on the cement floor. “Let me guess, you’ve got some tragic backstory to go along with it too? Some shitty reason for you turning evil?”

He chuckled, before nodding lightly and leaning against the metal bed that creaked under his weight. “I suppose you could say that. Got my mutant genes activated, unfortunately for me, that fried the fuck out of my nerve endings. Can’t feel a thing anymore.”

“Wow. Sex must suck, or well…not suck I suppose, no point in sucking anym-OW! Hey, what was that for?” he dragged the scalpel down her arm, blood welling up around it and staining the tips of his fingers, which lightly brushed against her skin until-

“What the fuck,” he breathed out, hand snapping towards his chest as he cradled it, staring at her with wide eyes.

Everything was still for a moment, even the scurrying rats stopped moving. With a shaking arm he reached towards her face, palm cupping her cheek and she heard him take in a sharp breath, swearing quietly. “I-I can feel you.”

His fingers were rough and calloused, but his palm was warm and comforting in an odd way. Having been locked away for what must have been a week had really deprived her of human contact, she supposed, if she was enjoying the touch of some crazy guy.

“Does this mean you’re not gonna kill me or…?” The chains on her bed were ripped off instantly and she was flung into a warm, hard muscled chest as his arms wrapped around her, face pressing into the crook of her neck. His hot breath caused a rush of goose bumps to erupt and she silently prayed that he couldn’t feel that, his ego evidently did not need another boost.

“Sure, won’t kill you, just…can you hug me for a second?”

She had to bite back a grin.

“The bad guy likes hugs? Who would’ve known,” her hair ruffled as he huffed out a laugh, squeezing her tightly.

Damon stood outside your house annoyed. He had been uninvited by you after having another one of your stupid fights. “Very mature Y/N” he yells through the door. “Screw you” you shout back. Damon folded his arms “I’m not leaving, until you invite me in” he said. “Well I’m not letting you in” you shouted. “Well then I guess I’m not leaving” he smirked.

“If you won’t date him after that proclamation of love (Y/N), I’ll date him instead.”

Attention

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2dwgHlG

by ShadowhuntersTeenwolf

Request: Alec is trying to read up on important research for a mission, but Magnus is in a playful mood and not to ignored, uses his magic to strip Alec of his clothing, one item at a time

Words: 3371, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood

Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Additional Tags: Smut, Fingering, Doggy Style, Magic

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2dwgHlG

31 days of Imagines || Write Every Day in August ||Day 18|| SUPERSTAR (pt. 1)

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Request: No Warning: None, i think… just some very vague description of what happens at conventions Word Count: 1,894

A/N: As all of my other Sebastian imagines, this will have a part 2 which will be uploaded later (i swear i will try my best to post this tonight)

(can we just talk about how hot/cute/adorable he looks in this omg my ovaries are exploding)

SUPERSTAR

(again this is based on a song, this time it’s SuperStar by Taylor Swift{my bae}, if you’d like to listen to this song i’ll link it

here 

[i swear fetus taylor swift is everything])

This is wrong but I can’t help but feel like There ain’t nothing more right babe Misty morning comes again and I can’t Help but wish I could see your face

Every day, when Y/N wakes up, the first thing she does is grab her phone. She checks Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, even Tumblr; for updates on her favorite actor. She likes, comments, shares, reblogs everything with the name Sebastian Stan in it. Like every other fangirl, she imagines what her life would be like if she met him, if somehow, he fell in love with her. But she always shook that thought out of her head, she had just turned 21, and he was 34. The age gap was not that big, but it was something. She always made up different scenarios, where he spilled coffee on her, where he saw her walking and just had to talk to her.  The fact that they both lived in the same city made it a little more possible for them to meet. She knew it was highly unlikely that she’d ever met him; but hey, a girl can dream.

And I knew from the first note played I’d be breaking all my rules to see you You smile that beautiful smile and All the girls in the front row scream your name

When she first found out that he was attending a convention in New York, she immediately bought a VIP Admission ticket, Autograph and Photo Op as well. She read that he was going to be attending two days in a row, so she bought everything so she could meet him both days. She had been saving money to go on a trip with her friends, but this was way more important. It was the chance of a lifetime.

When the day came, she was ready. She hadn’t slept well the night before, but she could hide it with concealer. What she couldn’t hide, was her smile. She was so excited she was going to meet him, finally, after so many years of dreaming about him, seeing him on a screen, she was finally going to see him face to face. She was going to hear his voice, his laugh, see him run his hand through his hair. And she couldn’t be more excited.

FEW WEEKS LATER

 She walked into the convention center, so many people were there, it was almost difficult to walk. She was there specifically to go to the Captain America: Civil War panel, which Sebastian was going to be in. The panel was supposed to start at 3:00 PM, it would finish at 4:45 and then the cast were doing signing and photos. She was there super early. She was wearing a black tee with The Winter Soldier’s silhouette and the words “Who the hell is Bucky?” The line to the CA:CW panel wasn’t that long, so hopefully she was going to have a nice seat. When the clock struck 2:30 the people who worked there opened the doors and started letting people in; there were about 150 people in front of Y/N, so she was on the first seat of the third road.

All the lights were off and a new exclusive trailer of the movie began on one of the big screens.

Quickly, many people took out their cameras and started recording the trailer; but she couldn’t move, she was in awe. He looked so good as Bucky, long hair really looked good on him. As the trailer ended, a guy walked up with a microphone.

“Hello, MovieCon 2016! Are you excited? Let me hear you!” he said and suddenly the whole crowd erupted in screams and applause. “Alright! Let’s start this party already, he’s beauty, he’s grace, he’s Mr. United States, please welcome Chris Evans who’s playing Captain America!” Chris walked on stage and everyone started screaming again. Y/N took her camera and snapped a few shots of him. “Now… only one person besides Batman can actually buy his powers, and that’s the one and only Mr. Tony Stark. Robert Downey Jr., ladies and gentlemen!” RDJ walked out waving and the room was filled with laughter and screaming. He bowed down before he sat next to Chris. He then continued with Scarlett, Elizabeth, Paul Rudd, Jeremy, Tom Holland, Paul Bettany, Don Cheadle, Chadwick Boseman and Mackie; there was only one seat left.

“Now… we have one seat left, does anybody know who’s gonna sit on that chair?” Y/N’s heart started beating fast, she knew exactly who it was. The crowd cheered and stood up “He’s Captain America’s best friend; HYDRA’s best trained assassin; give it up for Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes!” Y/N quickly stood up and started screaming. He looked so beautiful, his hair fell perfectly, nothing was out of place; he had the brightest smile on his face, he was waving at the crowd. When he sat down the rest of the crowd did the same thing, but Y/N was still standing. And she looked at him with such admiration and adoration. She realized he was so in love with him, he made her heart skip a beat, her cheeks got red every time she saw a picture of him, and she couldn’t help but smile when she saw that he was just a few meters away.

The girl next to her tapped her arm, bringing her back to real life, Y/N turned to look at her

“Are you okay?” the girl asked “You’re crying” she pointed out. Y/N touched her cheeks, she didn’t even realized that she was crying until that moment, she turned to the girl and nodded, looking around the room and she saw that everyone was sitting, she quickly sat down, not wanting to get any attention. She looked towards the table where all the actors were sitting and she could’ve sworn Sebastian was looking at her but rapidly turned his gaze somewhere else.

The guy hosting the panel started asking them some questions about the movie, how they felt about being a part of such a big project, etc.

“Now, Sebastian… personally, and I think a lot of people will agree with me, I think The Winter Soldier is such a complex character, but is also one of the most loved ones from fans, how do you not let any of the issues, the problems that Winter Soldier has get to you?”

“Well… when I first knew that they wanted me back for the Winter Soldier movie, they told me that I might get too much into the character, you know? And I knew that it usually happens with actor who play very difficult characters…” Y/N immediately thought about Heath Ledger(ily bae), “like some of us think, happened with Heath Ledger when he portrayed The Joker” she couldn’t help but smile, it was like they were connected. “I’m just really grateful that I have such incredible cast mates who’d cheer me up every day, uhm… I’d listen to music, and basically… yeah, the cast and crew really did help me get distracted after every day of filming” she smiled proudly at him.

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like I can’t take my eyes off of you

“Okay… what do you say, should we start with questions from the fans?” the host asked everyone on stage and they all nodded, “so each of you will choose one person to come up on stage and ask the question, alright?” Again, the whole cast nodded “who wants to ask some questions?” Immediately everyone lifted their hands, including Y/N. The cast got up from their seats and started walking around the room, hugging fans, some even accepted to take selfies. She kept her gaze locked on Sebastian; he was searching around the room for someone. He started walking towards the left side of the room, where she was sitting. Quickly a lot of people rose up from their seats to get a picture of him. He stopped many times to get pictures with people(can you actually do this? Idk ive never been in one), and she was happy to see that so many people loved him as much as she did. He started walking again, stopping a few more times before he got to where he wanted to go.

Which was right in front of her.

“Hey, do you want to come up with me?” his voice sounded like a whisper, she couldn’t breathe. His blue eyes looked at her, waiting for her to answer. But she was in awe, she couldn’t talk. Her eyes were wide open, she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, so instead she nodded. He smiled widely at her and took her hand; he started leading them towards the stage, never letting go of her hand. He glanced back at her, smiling at her again. “Nice shirt, by the way” he said

“T-thank you” she said smiling at him. She felt her cheeks get red, she never in a million years, thought that this would actually happen to her. They got to the stage and he offered his seat for her. She thanked him again and sat down, he stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Okay… everyone’s ready?” Everyone nodded and said yes “Alright, let’s start with you,” he said handing the microphone to the guy Chris Evans chose

“Hi, my question is for Chris, what’s something no one knows about you?” the guy asked and some started laughing.

“Uh… well, I grew up tap dancing, my mother was a tap dancer and made a tap floor on our basement, so I grew up with tap lessons” he said and everyone started laughing slightly

“Great, who’s next?” The host said pointing at the girl RDJ chose

“My question is for Paul Rudd, and I wanted to know… what annoys you most?” she said and Paul started laughing

“Great question, let me think about this for a second… uh, when people serve things on paper plates, I don’t like… I understand the convenience of paper plates, like when you’re on a picnic, but when someone serves something on paper plates that doesn’t need to be served on paper plates… I just don’t like it at all” he said shaking his head and everyone laughed again.

The questions kept going in the order the celebrities were seating, next it was Scarlett’s, then Elizabeth’s and so on. It was now turn for Mackie’s girl, all of the celebrities were sitting at the table except for Sebastian, who was standing behind Y/N.

“Hi, my question is for everyone, and it’s Snog, Marry, Avoid. With Bucky, Black Widow and Vision” immediately everyone started screaming and laughing. Y/N giggled and looked at Sebastian behind her, who looked at her too and winked at her. She smiled wider and looked down to everyone else, blushing. While the cast was giving their answers Sebastian leaned down and rested his elbows on the back of the chair, with his face next to Y/N’s.

“You have really pretty eyes, I can’t seem to keep mine off of you” he whispered in her ear and she held her breath. He left a small kiss on her ear, right on time to hear Mackie’s answer.

(i got the questions from an mtv video)