#-is so godammn annoying

[ganondoodle]

kind of expected that the ability breakdown wouldnt get that much traction (especially on twitter bc if it doesnt do well in the first few hours it might as well be dead) but what i didnt need to wake up to was looking at my twitter notifications and thinking there was a long comment on it at first but then i read it and it turned out to be some guy having dug up one of my old totk tweets where i talked about how zelda was treated-

and if a quote retweet with a thread attached already starts with "this entitled brat didnt understand that zelda was being a history nerd by being in the past and getting to experience it herself" with two screenshots attached of the end of totk with zelda staring at the cam all uwu (which has ??? to do with their point??) i dont even want to know what else was in that thread

if thats how the majority of the fandom is then im even less surprised that nintendy doesnt even have to try to write anything good :I

ah yes, i am a game nerd, and by putting me in a game where i stand around doing puppy dog eyes while being shoved around by NPCs is me being a game nerd OBVIOSULY

[ezioauditore-s]

🌠

CHARLOTTE 💓💓🎉🎊

- ac odyssey (yes just the entire game cause i cant play odyssey without thinking of your graphics and fics and like i swear you've said it at some point but odyssey truly is such a good fun game which [gamerbros] disregard and it shouldn't be)

- making me cry with your fics (im not over that kassidas fic you wrote ages ago i still think abt it alot and im not over that eivor x vili fic you wrote either so im demanding retribution...)

- bullying autumn for being british (i've nothing else to say to that every now and again i witness it get confused but shrug it away like the good innocent bystander i strive to be 📸)

- america (accompanies the previous its the america vs britain dynamic & its kinda fun to watch ngl)

- i do think you pioneered and have mastered graphics and writing truly they are all so beautiful and well made i dont know how you do it but pls never stop

- (also black sails ok you're the only one who talks abt black sails on my dash anymore for some godammn annoying reason and i need to thank you for that xx)

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 10

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count:1843

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Annnddd I’m back! so I know it’s been a while since the last update and I just wanna thank you all for having patience with me while I finished up with college, just a warning this chapter may feel a little awkward to read due to me just getting back into my writing mind so apologises in advance for this one. Anyways I’ll quit blabbering, Enjoy everyone! :)

This was my day of reckoning, my punishment for all the bad deeds I’d done over the past couple of years…I was finally being sent to school. Okay maybe that was a tad dramatic, but can you blame me? I mean who wants to be trapped in a building against their will for 7 hours straight learning about dead guys?! No sane person would willingly agree to that crap!

I’ve tried just about everything to avoid my approaching doom, hell I even went as far as hiding in the basement surrounded by cobwebs to try and get out of this, but as per usual neither Steve or Bucky took mercy on me, hence why in currently trapped between the two. “You are aware I’m perfectly capable of walkin’ by myself aren’t ya? The looping of the arms is not needed boys” I swear down these two are being more annoying than usual, and I didn’t think that was humanly possible cause these two are basically the living embodiment of annoyance. Steve turned and raised his eyebrows at me, shaking his head as he let out a small laugh, “Yeah there’s absolutely no way I’m fallin’ for that again, last time that happened it look me and Buck an hour to get you outta that tree”. Ah crap there goes that plan.

I’m pretty sure the noise I made wasn’t even human, it was a mix between a seal and a possessed monkey “I’m not gonna get outta this am I?” “Nope” and que another frustrated groan. “Is this payback for the time I placed that bucket of flour above your bedroom door and watched the both of you turn into ghosts? If it is then I want you to know I regret nothin’” both of them stopped and glared at me, for some reason they didn’t find that as funny as I did, and I have no idea why. Okay whatever you do y/n don’t laugh, even if Steve’s face looks like a slapped arse don’t laugh! A snicker slipped past my lips and a few seconds later I was full on laughin’.  Goddamn it.

Both of em just let out a bunch of sighs and started draggin’ my butt along the street, wait there’s somethin’ I haven’t tried yet…in hindsight this is completely stupid but screw it. “OH MY GOD LOOK A SPACESHIP!” I’m pretty sure poor Bucky jumped outta his skin, Steve ended up trippin’ up and falling down, I’ll admit that I felt bad about but hey may plan worked! So why am I still standin’ there?… maybe we try this thing called running y/n! I quickly pulled my arm away from Bucky and used my new-found freedom to run in the opposite direction of them, I could hear the shouts of protest from the both of them, so I decided to kindly ignore them and absolutely leg it.  “GODAMMN IT Y/N! THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME THIS MORNIN’!” when were the boys gonna catch on that I didn’t wanna go? Do I need to prepare a firework show and blast it in their faces or somethin’…probably.  

I know I probably shouldn’t be smiling, but the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as my feet hit the ground made me feel free, after so many years I could finally begin acting my age and enjoy my childhood. I finally felt content with my life, which is probably the opposite of what I should be feeling at this moment in time, considering I was currently making my grand escape. And to completely honest I’ve got no bloody clue as to where I am. I glanced behind me to see where the hell those idiots were, to my surprise Steve was directly behind me, Buck was somewhere in the back holdin’ his knee and I’m guessing the daft sod decked it. Why am I not surprised? Okay maybe I should of kept my mouth shut cause literally a second later my foot tripped over a rock and, you guessed correctly, I landed on my ass for the thousandth time!

“Sh*t! Cr*p! B*lls! That f**king hurt!” and that ladies and gentlemen is my fine command of the queens English, a groan of pain made me loose my train of thought as I turned my head to Steve, to put it simply he was laid flat on his back with his eye closed. Well there’s the rush of guilt I’ve been waiting for, “Sh*t Steve I’m sorry, you okay down there tough guy?” I quickly offered him my hand to help him up, I mean it’s the least I could do. Steve’s hand grabbed mine, a not so quiet grunt of pain made me feel even worse, quick question why am I such an assh*le at times? “Yeah, I’m fine y/n, don’t worry about it you know for a fact I’ve had worse” a quiet sigh left my lips as I brought him in for a hug, which was a tiny bit awkward due to the height difference. Once we pulled away from each other, I couldn’t supress the need to check him for anymore injuries, much to Steve’s embarrassment and Bucky’s amusement, “Jesus I’m gonna have to start wrapping ya up in blankets and pillows, Steve how the hell did you manage to get a bruise on your ear?!”

The sudden gasp behind me pretty much answered the question for me, it’s safe to say barney boy is in trouble…for the first in my life Bucky looks pretty f**king terrified of me, perfect. Slowly I started inching towards him, the glare I was sending him would probably make a demon cry for his mum…so yeah imma go kill the boy. I didn’t even have to say anything, he just started runnin’, “IT’S NOT MY FAULT HE STOLE MY FR**KING PUDDIN’ AND THE PUNK KNOWS I LOVE MY PUDDIN!’” YEP DEFINITELY KILLIN’ HIM “HE IS A SMALL AND GENTLE BOY HOW IN THE NAME OF HELL CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF LAYIN’ A HAND ON ‘IM?!” god this sounds like a bleeding soap opera.

 At this point I wouldn’t be surprised of someone called the cops on us, all everyone woulda seen was a big lad runnin’ for his life as a small lass tried to murder him while a smaller lad ran after the pair yellin’ for em to quit it.  Now that I think about, that’s actually hilarious. Wait, where was I? ah yes the murdering of one James Barnes…okay that is not a normal sentence I am aware. “HE.STOLE.MY.PUDDIN’! THAT A CRIME WORTHY OF DEATH!” oh for f**ksake “HOW THE HELL DO YA KNOW IT WAS HIM?! DID YOU NOT THINK IT COULDA BE BECCA?!” I think he made a sudden realisation, cause the dumbass stopped running and BOOM I was on the freakin’ floor. Again. We both groaned, mine was mostly in annoyance more than anything, but seriously the bloody floor is quickly becoming me best mate! “…. It just dawned on me that that could be a possibility…” if my neck twisted any quicker I’m 100% sure that I’d end up doin’ that weird owl thing “Oh now you realise?! Ya gonna say sorry to Steve or not?” a few seconds of silence gave me my answer. “Don’t give me that look y/n! I ain’t doing s**t till I’ve got some evidence so he’s still under my list of suspects!” oh my Jesus Christ this is gonna be the day I get arrested for murder isn’t it?

“Barnaby…you have exactly five seconds to run for your life so I highly recommend you get your affairs in order and kiss ya ass goodbye” oh hey look at that I didn’t yell at him! Well done me I’m so proud! “could you two quit trying to kill each other for 5 minutes?! We’re already late enough as is it and I ain’t explainin’ to the teacher why Buck’s outta it on the floor!” my f**kin god Steve just yelled! At me! why do I never have a camera when this s**t happens?  “Jeez, alright I’ll murder him later, calm your damn t*ts Rogers” and cue the sound of barely contained frustration in 3,2,1….

“I’m beginning to get the feelin’ that you don’t like me y/n” oh really? I wonder what gave that away “wow you catch on quickly don’t ya Barnaby?” by the looks of things I’m really doing wonders for his ego, buck’s head looks like it’s gotten smaller so the risk of him turning into a hot air balloon’s gone down. The feeling of a pair of eyes glaring at the back of my head once again reminded me that the blonde boy was quickly getting tired of our crap, my worst fears were confirmed once I met Steve’s surprisingly intimidating glare…how he manages to be both adorable and beyond f**king terrifying is a mystery to me. “Okay I’m comin’ just stop staring at me like I just murdered your kitten!” and the little s**t has the nerve to smirk and look pleased with himself, ugh he’s been hanging ‘round me and Bucky too long that’s for sure.

“Ya know Buck and you are gonna be the death of me” right do I be offended or pleased with that statement? “actually, if anything it’s gonna be the pair of you that send me to an early grave cause god knows the both of ya don’t know how to stay outta trouble” two muffled sounds of protest came from my left and from behind me, “what’s that supposed to mean?!” once again the point has been missed “do you really wanna know the answer to that? I’ve got my report and presentation ready on how you two are a pair of numpties”.

Maybe that was a tad harsh…okay wait never mind it seems I’ve learned how to fly again with the assistance of one James Buchannan Barnes. “this is coming from the girl who can’t walk five feet without fallin’ over somethin’?” as much as I hate to admit it the walking embodiment of frustration and annoyance has a point “what you call fallin’ I call floor hugs, now how about you pUT ME DOWN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!” wait when did Steve walk off? See this is what happens when an overgrown ape demands attention. I don’t even have to look at Buck to know he’s givin’ me that look that says, “what the hell?” and “I’m not surprised by this” at the same time, “Nah I don’t think that’s gonna happen doll” the temptation to kick ‘im where the sun doesn’t shine is too much to bare for me at this point. “And you wonder why I love Steve more that you” Buck’s face kinda looked like someone just shoved a whole lemon in his mouth, I’m almost certain that he woulda dropped me on my ass if it wasn’t for the fact that Steve came over and dragged us both through the gates of hell.

This is gonna be so much fun!……said no-one ever.  

Okay…maybe it didn’t suck as much a thought it did, hopefully my skills as a writer will come back for the next couple of chapters XD Thanks for reading ! :)

Rose xxx

[atiyasnake]

Jason stared.

It's 2:52 am in the morning and Jason was on sleep that Tim would probably be proud of. He's in sweatpants and a hoodie, no red helmet in sight.

So why is there that glowing meta in the aisle looking at the egg cartons?

The nagging from B about the meta on his turf rings in his ear like an annoying song. Of course the big Bat wanted to know anything and everything to know about the new player. Which of course only increased when said player didn't leave any sort of trace behind.

But now Jason was staring at the new player and couldn't help but notice they looked a lot younger. Like a teenager. A teenager who must have spent a lot of money on his costume from how good it looked, like quality material and a fabric so black that Jason for a moment thought he saw stars(he blames the sleep deprivation).

He walked over next to the meta and picked up a carton of eggs, checking to see that there were no cracks. There weren't.

"Ya know a particularly batty guy has a rule about no metas in gotham," Jason said casually. Not wanting to scare the kid off but best to give him a warning considering B would be less polite about it.

The kid responded with a hum that made goosebumps appear on his arms and a shiver run up his spine.

"Okay," the meta said.

Then nothing else as they continued to look down at the rows of cartons of eggs.

They didn't look concerned or even worried that they were breaking the rule. Which Jason had to say took balls considering B can be scary when he wanted to, but still the kid was popping up more and B was getting more frustrated.

Jason sighed and looked at them. "Dude I'm just saying that you really don't wanna get on the Bats shitlist. I hear he's particularly touchy about metas operating in the city."

At this, the kid finally looked away from the cartons and at him. For a second the boy just tilted his head in confusion, his white hair floating around him like he was in space. His bright green eyes stared at him before flaring brighter and Jason saw a look of realization take up their face.

Then the kid laughed.

The laughter was chilling. Like whispers and it oddly didn't make a spike of unease that Jason had whenever he heard unprompted laughter. Instead, Jason felt tension in his shoulder disappear.

"I'm not a meta."

When the kid said that, Jason felt a drop in temperature. The teeth in the teen's smile elongated and his features became sharper. Shadows seem to warp around them and there were louder whispers in his ears.

But the thing was, none of it scared Jason. None of it made him feel uneasy. The Shadows lingered around him, little tendrils tickled his ankles and brushed softly against his fingers like a hesitant or curious cat. The whispers seemed to wrap around Jason like a cool blanket. Even though he couldn't understand the words, he felt as if they only whispered kind gentle things (like a mother to her child). The cold wasn't biting but like a cool breeze after the initial sensation. Then there was the person themself who didn't feel like a threat and a part of Jason felt comforted by his presence.

Amongst it all, the teen were they actually a teen or something older looked at him with those bright eyes and simply smiled. Smiled at him like an old friend. It was a kind smile.

Then they disappeared.

Jason blinked a few times and saw he was just in a regular aisle. No cold, no shadows, no one.

"Shit," Jason said, knowing that this would only complicate things. But for now he'd just get his groceries and get some godammned sleep.

When Jason paid at the register, he was too caught up in his mind and trying to stay awake to notice how ashen the cashier's face was and he couldn't see how a few dollar bills in the register glowed a faint green.

Short DP X DC Prompts #96

Red Hood is positively exhausted. Bats has been working him into the ground to find this strange new meta that has been helping clean up crime around Gotham. It’s been a week of relentless searching and they still don’t know a thing about this guy.

Taking a night off, Jason heads over to a local grocery store to stock up some food for his apartment.

Jason didn’t expect to see the ghost kid in his entire ghost regalia looking through the produce section and checking over a carton of eggs.

[sleepy-mole-rat]

Okay.

So,I've been wanting to say something for sometime,but honestly,if I did,I doubt anyone would even care. Maybe now you're thinking:"Oh,here we go again,another crybaby moaning about their so-called horrible life,ugh,it's so annoying" and I don't blame you for that. Skip this whole thing if you want. I just want to express myself for once without anyone judging me or thinking I'm crazy. I feel like a failure. I can't do anything independantly,I'm a coward,my Tumblr blog's a complete flop,I'm lazy,I don't have any real friends,and nobody ever listens to what I say. Heh…you probably think I'm really pathetic,right? I'll most likely delete this post by tomorrow,but I'm glad to have finally said what I'm really feeling for once. I'm so sick of hiding my hurt and pretending everything's okay. Everyone's always like:"Ah,she's such a good,quiet girl,always so attentive and polite" WELL,THEY'RE WRONG!! I hate everyone always just assuming that I'm so fricking innocent!! They're always SOOO shocked whenever I do anything wrong. EVERY GODAMMN TIME. They gasp and stare at me like they're never seen anything more unbelievable. It's like I'm not allowed to have opinions anymore! WHY CAN'T I JUST BE MYSELF FOR ONCE!?!

[mr-nauseam]

@bendedwillow One day I was complaining about the Adlock and I said "Maybe the ghost of ACD cursed everyone and that is why they can only write bad heterosexual romances because he is furious that his ship IrenexGodfrey is destroyed" and someone answered me "He is furious because they keep trying to make Holmes straight "and that person was right and I think this just proves the point.

Hahahah it was a very funny and tragic coincidence I decided to delete the post and after doing it your notification appeared and I was like "oh shit" so that's why I clarified it, sorry for making you doubt of your sanity for 1 minute (?

Spoilers are great, especially when it comes to avoiding unpleasant or triggered products and I love that we share the opinion about them.

I suspected she was a Mary Sue but OMG the tragic past and a car accident, Wattpad would love her. And age causes me a lot of RUIDO. (a lot of annoyance), I'm agree the idea of ​​a tomboy girl showing up in sussex has potential (imagine she could be the same age as Holmes and actually be a woman who is actually non-binary just barely learning to know herself in the field? ah I digress).

The second book has such INTERESTING things! and I trust your judgment of the mysteries, but we can see how Holmes and their relationship is the problem? In short, I feel that if the author had written the stories of Mary R. independently of the world of SH, perhaps things would have been better for her character ...

Oh your conflict hshashshsh I completely understand that feeling, there are things that one hates to read but it cannot be denied that it has its charm and also after spending so much time it is like "I deserve to know how this SHIT will end."

I have not read it but I myself am annoyed to know that the writter let Holmes steal the moment to shine of Mary R!, Btw your idea of ​​Rusell and that girl being a duo of powerful detective girls, it's great, ah the treasures that do not see the authors sometimes hurt a lot :(

HOW WHAT - LIKE WHAT FOR BEING A BOY ???????????

If it was basically what I thought it made the most sense of everything that he liked about Mary R!,oh the godammned problem is not the age (WHICH IS THE MOST SERIOUS PROBLEM IN REALITY) it was that nonsense ... ugh, Holmes likes her only because she is pretty? the fans who wrote the reviews again lie.

Nonono - I cover my eyes - don't tell me more, by God, now I'm afraid to know how she would have written it. So it all went downhill ... although I'm not surprised, I'm telling you ACD cursed fans who want a heterosexual relationship for Holmes. They are doomed.

Ultimately it surprises me that no matter how hard they try they always make a mess with the idea of ​​Holmes in love with a woman, it is not even close to what I would like to see or read and I would be happy if people stopped doing it but I am sure that there may be a way to achieve it, they just have bad ideas about what love is. Besides if they love a straight boy so much, why not the people write about the beautiful Watson? This theory that he had like a thousand wives is popular and they can perfectly invent another love story for him.

In the end yes, as mystery books they are good and intriguing, and I think this only reaffirms my opinion that I mention before (Mary in her own universe and hers own characters would have been a better idea).

I accept the recommendation! I think that if I finish my corresponding homeworks today, maybe I can read it, once I saw a very funny post on Tumblr about a case of that book and I knew that I had to read it, I have only been busy with things! :D

I see you finally stumbled over the Mary Russel series and man I have such complicated emotions about those books. On one hand King writes excellent mysteries and I'm kinda wanting to abscond with the foundation for one or two of them for my own stories - never let it be said that I'm above plagiarizing from the professionals, besides as Holmes one said it's all been done before anyway - but man she does not know how to write relationships.

Watson's character is imho the least of it. Yes he sorta falls into the idiot!Watson trope but he comes across as a fairly loveable man all the same once King gets into her stride of the series, though he doesn't appear very often. But while things start out pretty good with Russel and Holmes the end of book two kills both Russel's character, King's version of Holmes and the relationship between them stone dead and none of it ever really recovers from what she did. It's not the marrying thing, that could have worked, it's the final part of the lead up.

Sorry I just have several ready to go rants about that specific part of the series and... yeah, it pretty much ruins everything else for me. I won't burden you with anything beyond this though unless you're actually interested.

So what you see revolves around a post that no longer exists because when I get upset I tend to be passionate and intense but after a while I calm down and see things clearly, in this case I decided better to delete the post but a summary about it: I discovered Mary Russell, and I was curious about her book series, because the girl seems great and because regardless of the perspectives I have on the character it seemed that in the end someone had written a good straight romance with Holmes. My annoyance came mainly from the reviews I read about the books and the character, since in these many people they decide to belittle Watson to favor or pay compliments to Mary R. which bothered me and that is why I began to complain.

Now yes, eventually I would get there because apart from my essays on how the idea of ​​Holmes being straight is absurd or that women will never be his cup of tea I have this campaign called "At least learn to write a heterosexual romance for the God Sakes! & Leave Irene alone. " I have a post about that but I think I did it in Spanish and post on facebook, I could translate it and share here. but idk XD

The writer as I saw seems to be good, come on if she won awards it is because she has talent! In some reviews they put fragments of her writing and what I read seemed interesting and attractive! Besides, as I said, Mary R seems to have her own charm as a character. BTW several books have intense and eye-catching titles (this is important to me and is actually why I didn't read A Study In Scarlet first but I read The Valley of Fear instead). And there are some very good plots! So I'm very curious about your thoughts, tell me what you want and don't be afraid of the spoiler, it doesn't bother me at all (in fact as a SO fucking anxious person I'm I like to know in advance what will happen). So, in your opinion, the author managed to build the relationship? When did it screw up? How was it? Your opinion about Mary R. About her Holmes. Tell me please!

Hahahaha about Watson well yes, imagine it, as I saw the saga is basically about Mary R. and sometimes Holmes comes out. My anger came mostly with the people who are fans and they posted those terrible reviews. I think the hate that Watson has for certain things still seems surprising to me. (And I say certain things because I love the character but many do not hate him for his judgmental attitude or for his misogyny or negative attitudes that he has, but almost all that "contempt" is for being the "foolish friend of Holmes, an unworthy company for the detective "and wtf ?, that gives material for another whole post for xD)