#I’m just annnoyed

[spacebell]

I get so annoyed at my brother sometimes

[veone]

I personally enjoy fight club because it’s very interesting to watch the physical and mental self destruction of person trying to find a purpose in life when they don’t desire the typical traditional american ideal life. To see the descent into delusion.

[thewingedwolf]

i have tried so hard to tamp down on my “but this fandom opinion is wrong” the last few years bc i just don’t think it’s healthy for me personally and it’s not fun but star wars and asoiaf really bring out my inner reply guy…..it’s like a trigger i just have to say something

[traveler-at-heart]

Finding Home - Part 2

Summary: This is a series imagining what it was life for Natasha after joining S.H.I.E.L.D. Warnings: Mentions of violence, PTSD, nightmares. Read Part 1 here. It was still dark. A quick glance at the clock on your nightstand told you it was indeed 2:30 am.

With a groan, you stood up from bed, walking into the living room, the penthouse pitch black.

“Jesus, Natasha!” you jumped as the lights revealed her sitting on the couch. Staring at the door. The redhead didn’t even flinch when you shouted. “Hey, is everything ok? Did you hear something?”

Now you felt bad for snapping at her like that. Surely, she had a good reason to be up.

“I don’t understand why they’re not here”

“Who?” you kneeled next to her, so you were eye level. With a pang of guilt, you noticed the bags under her eyes.

How long had this been going on?

“The KGB and Dreykov’s people. It’s only a matter of time. And when they come, I don’t… they can’t hurt you. I wouldn’t forgive myself”

“Nat” you said, squeezing her hand until she finally looked at you. Your hair was a mess, and your eyes struggled to focus on her face, but still, you pushed the words out.

“We are protecting you. SHIELD has eyes and ears everywhere. They won’t come for you, they won’t hurt you. Clint won’t let it happen, Fury won’t let it happen. And I certainly won’t let it happen”

There was a beat of silence, and then Natasha shook her head no.

“I’m not worth the risk”

“Yes you are. Clint thought so when he didn’t shoot that arrow. And I think so too. You’re worth it, and that’s not up for debate”

With a resigned sigh, you sat on the loveseat next to the couch and stared at the door.

“What are you doing?” Natasha asked.

“Well, if we’re taking turns watching the door, I’m next”

“Don’t be ridiculous, go to sleep”

The commanding tone made you smile. Slowly, but surely, Natasha had become more open and more herself in the way she interacted with others.

She wasn’t afraid to show she knew better than all of you.

“You go to sleep, Romanoff”

The redhead rolled her eyes, annnoyed at how amused you looked and then turned on the tv, browsing through channels, until she settled on a documentary about chimpanzees.

Fifteen minutes later, she was sleeping, gently snoring.

—

Back at the headquarters, Natasha was showing Maria and Fury some of the technical details of the widow bites she used.

You took the opportunity to pay a visit to Doctor Taylor.

“Agent” she greeted. “You know the rules, you gotta make an appointment”

“It won’t take long, Doc. It’s about Natasha” you scratched the back of your neck, feeling like you were snitching on her. “She’s not sleeping well. Keeps thinking the KGB is showing up any minute now to take her back”

“I would be surprised if she was able to sleep at all. I can prescribe something…”

“Yeah, she’s not gonna take it. Don’t ask me how, I just know it” you shrugged your shoulders. “This is more of a visit to ask for sugggestions. Is there any activity that might distract her?”

“Well, has she even been outside the Penthouse?” the woman asked, glancing at her notes, obviously aware of the answer to the question.

“No, unless we count this lovely government building” you looked down, feeling ashamed. Idiot. Keeping Natasha locked up, of course she’d feel agitated.

Doctor Taylor said your name, your attention snapping back to her.

“Natasha doesn’t know who she is; she dind’t have a childhood or a life. You could… give her choices. Help her figure out what she likes”

“Like her favorite ice cream flavor?”

“Sure, that’s simple. Start there”

“Alright” you straightened your stance, thinking about the day ahead. “Thanks, Doc”

“For what is worth” she said as you turned to open the door. “Natasha’s making progress. Slow but steady. And that’s thanks to you as well”

You nodded, smiling before leaving her office.

—

“It’s this way” Natasha pointed at a street, and you kept driving. “You missed the next exit”

“So now you know how to drive in New York City?” you said, ignoring her comments.

“Yes. I can drive motorcycles, cars, all kinds of helicopters…”

“Cool, congrats. You’re still not driving this car”

“Ass” she mumbled and you chuckled.

The drive was silent and as you found a place to park, Natasha looked around trying to find your destination.

“Ta-da” you sang and she turned back to you.

“Holey cream?” she read the sign above the door, in a very unamused tone.

“Build-your-own donut ice cream sandwich. Doesn’t that sound fun? There are tons of choices. Come on” you looped her arm with yours and practically dragged her inside.

You ordered first, hoping it would give Natasha enough time to decide what she wanted. However, as you got your donut, she was still staring at the ice cream flavors and toppings.

“Have you decided yet?” as she shook her head no, you offered your own donut. “Come on, try it. It’s homemade chocolate peanut better”

Rolling her eyes, she finally agreed and took a bite, modestly covering her mouth as she chewed.

“Too sweet. I think I’ll have the Java Guatemala”

“Holy holey” you muttered, thinking about the amount of caffeine she’d eat. “Strong flavor for a strong woman, am I right?”

“Is the sugar making you hyper?”

“Maybe” you opened the door for her, walking side by side as you took bites of your donuts.

You kept walking, glancing at the restaurants and shops littered on both sides of the street. As you read the menu of an Indian place, Natasha looked at the window of a clothing store.

“Oh, that leather jacket is beautiful” you admired, following her eyes. “Wanna go inside and try it on?”

“No”

“Come on” you ignored, pushing her.

The store clerk greeted you, while Natasha stood awkardly next to the jacket.

“Try it on” she rolled her eyes, but did as she was told. It looked perfect on her, but then again, Natasha managed to look stunning even on training clothes. “It suits you. Do you like it?”

“It’s fine” she shrugged her shoulders, the same way she did when you cooked something that she didn’t really like. As if what she thought wasn’t important.

“Natasha” you said and the woman looked at you. You raised your eyebrows and smiled, encouraging her to say what she really wanted.

“Yes, I like it a lot. But I don’t have any mo…”

“Miss? We’re taking this jacket”

Busy with paying the woman, you missed the way Natasha pulled the jacket close to her body, smiling as she saw her reflection in the mirror.

—

“Article 212, subsection B” Natasha asked.

It was a lovely day, so you were enyoing the sun on Central Park. She insisted on studying for her test, which was honestly overdoing it. Natasha memorized Shields rules in a week.

She was siting, the manual on her lap, while you were laying, your head close to her knees.

“Uh… something, something, paperwork” you answered, getting lost in the warm sun and the blanket where you and Natasha rested. “Are we still catching that movie later today?”

“Yes. And don’t change the subject” she gave you a small tap on the forehead and you frowned.

“Natasha, you memorized it weeks ago. And I already passed my test so…”

“I like it when I can hear you say it” Natasha interrupted you, her voice getting smaller. “I know all the words, yes. But hearing you say it makes it make sense. And I can also learn more about pronunciation. I still have my stupid accent”

“Ok” you nodded, sitting up to face her. You shook the leaves that got stuck in your hair and answered the question.

Natasha nodded when she was satisfied, flipping through the pages to continue.

“And for the record, your accent is not stupid. It’s cute” you said.

You were too busy looking away to hide your blush, so you missed how Natasha’s cheeks were red as well.

—

After that day in the park, you saved a time after dinner to read to Natasha. It was a way for her to improve what you already thought was a perfect English.

“A Scandal in Bohemia. Your very first Sherlock Holmes. Aren’t you excited?”

“Why that one?” she looked up at you. As usual, you were sitting at the end of the couch while she laid her head close to your lap, but never touching your knees.

“Because, you’re just like Irene Adler”

“Who?”

“Well, let me read and you’ll find out”

With every story about mystery, Natasha always commented on how the detectives approcahed the case. But this time, she remained quiet as you read the tale of Holmes and the only woman who outsmarted him.

Once you finished, you looked down to find Natasha sleeping, her usual frown replaced by a soft expression. The image of her head resting under her clasped hands brought you back to the words on the Red Room report.

The girls slept handcuffed to their beds so they wouldn’t escape.

If Dreykov wasn’t already dead, you’d gladly kill him yourself.

On impulse, your hand reached out to touch her own, while the other moved a strand of red hair out of her forehead.

What happened next was completely unexpected.

Natasha woke up instantly, throwing you from the couch and you landed on your front, out of air from the force of her movements. The woman climbed to your back and placed your neck in a headlock.

“Fuck, fuck, Nat, it’s ok. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t think, I’m sorry. It’s me. You’re safe” you said, trying to control your breathing and keeping your voice even.

You could feel Natasha’s heart beating wildly, her breath ragged against your ear.

It wasn’t her and she wasn’t trying to hurt you, that’s all you could think about as she kept you in place, with just enough pressure to make sure you didn’t move.

Little by little, she began to calm down and all of the sudden, let you go.

You coughed and moved forward, allowing yourself to breathe and feel a tiny bit of panic at what could have happened.

Not to you, but to Natasha.

“I’m…” she looked at her shaking hands, tears welling up. Natasha got up and walked to her room, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Nat. It’s ok. Natasha” you knocked several times, to no avail.

She stayed in her room for the rest of the night.

—

The following days were hell.

You went back to training alone. Natasha barely ate, let alone look at you whenever you had to go to SHIELD.

How could you have been so reckless? Of course she’d react that way, living her life in a perpetual state of fight or flight.

The silence took a toll on you. And worse, one day it made you snap.

During the drive to SHIELD, you asked Natasha if she was up for watching a movie at the cinema.

There was no answer, which was to be expected.

The hurt came after, when you caught her chatting with Clint as if everything was ok. Feeling as if someone had punched you in the gut, you looked away.

Maybe everything would be better if you left Natasha alone.

You walked up to them and dropped the keys to the car on the table.

“Here. Take the car”

“But, I thought…”

“I’m walking” was all you answered, turning around to leave the building.

You felt a combination of guilt and anger. You hated how you snapped at her, how your response to her trauma was to be vindictive and unreasonable.

But you also felt tired and way over your head. It wasn’t like you’d been an agent for that long.

Maybe someone more experienced would do better, like Barton.

You found a bar and stayed there for a couple of hours, drinking on an empty stomach. You came back when it was too cold to wander around the city.

The alcohol had hit you harder than you thought, because when you opened your eyes it was noon.

Natasha was long gone by then.

The sight of pancakes on the stove and a note with your name made you want to cry.

You didn’t even know what you were doing at SHIELD headquarters that morning, but still stepped out of the cab and into the building.

“Agent Y/N” Fury said as you walked down the hallway.

It was the last voice you wanted to hear, sporting a massive hangover and a guilt ridden heart.

“Director Fury” you turned around, trying to sound composed.

“There’s a mission”

Missions were at the bottom of your list right now.

“Ask Maria” you snapped.

You fucked up.

“I’m not asking”

“I can’t leave Natasha now”

“She’s joining the mission”

“I don’t think she’s ready” you panicked, imagining her getting hurt over your mistakes.

“It’s been three months. I have to know if she’s at least worth the groceries we’re buying for you in that fancy penthouse in the Upper East Side, Agent” the door behind your back opened. Fury looked at you one last time and then nodded. “That would be all”

As you turned around, Natasha’s eyes met yours.

“I didn’t know if I should wake you…”

“It’s ok. I’m sorry, I slept in. Thanks for the pancakes. I’ll go back to the penthouse… I don’t know why I came here today”

“Ok. I have to stay and go over some stuff” she explained and you nodded.

“See you later”

Back home (it wasn’t really home, was it?), you headed straight for the gym. Correction, bathroom, to throw up, still hungover and then to the gym.

Natasha joined you an hour later, waiting for you to finish punching out your frustrations against a boxing bag.

“I’m sorry” she said, after a particularly hard punch that made you grunt. “I understand if you asked Fury to leave”

“Leave… what?” you turned to her, confused. “And why are you saying you’re sorry?”

“You know why” she said, looking down.

“That wasn’t your fault. None of this is your fault, Natasha. I should have known better. I should have protected you. You should feel safe and I’m failing”

“You didn’t fail” she insisted. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I have. All my life, I’ve hurt and killed. But you know all that, you know it and you’re still not mad. Why aren’t you mad? Why don’t you think I’m a monster?” she said, looking anywhere but you.

“Did you have a choice?” you asked softly. She didn’t reply. “All I know is, the first time someone gave you a choice, you did the right thing”

“And I still hurt people”

“Yeah, our line of work isn’t really black and white, Natasha” you felt relieved when she finally looked at you, though her eyes were reddened. “If you had a choice now, what would you say? ”

“I think… I’d like to help people”

You smiled, not surprised by her answer. Of course she’d want to help. How you wished Natasha could see herself in the way you saw her.

“Good. Because Fury is eager to send us on a mission. Maybe this is a chance. You can save lives, do what’s right”

“I’d like that”

“You have a choice, know that. If you don’t feel ready, I will fight tooth and nail against Fury. Rip that eye patch if I have to”

Natasha smiled at that, and you could float with how relieved you felt. Maybe things could be better after all.

“I’ll start working on dinner” she offered after a beat of silence and you nodded.

Quietly, she exited the gym. The room felt empty again. And as much as you wanted to reach out to her, hold her hand or be closer, like you were before, you’d let her be.

Maybe one day, she’d meet you halfway

[somebodycallixii]

so they weren’t able to take a full unit because this girl kept doing things wrong and fucking with the needle in my arm 😭 so i have to wait 8 more weeks to give again 😭😭😭😭😭

im giving blood and im finally hitting the 2 gallon mark!!! im so excited!!!

[cherienymphe]

So I’ve been seeing this man for a couple months now, not dating but fuck buddies uno. And he’s kind enough and the sex is good as is the aftercare. But we hooked up yesterday and I’m annnoyed bc he tried to put it in my ass without asking me first? I jerked away and he said “oh wrong hole, sorry” and didn’t try again after that but I’m still sore and it’s annoying to 💩 so I’m thinking about how to best approach this.

I know I’m gonna text him and say something along the lines of “moving forward, please ask me before you try something new bc I didn’t appreciate what you did” but wanted to ask you for your input? Should I even entertain seeing him again? He’s never done that before, though the first time we hooked up he did lightly slap me without asking and I said I didn’t like that and he stopped. Idk I’m just like sir…wtf???

He's porn brained lol. Call me a hypocrite idc but this is highkey why I can't stand men who watch porn 😭 normal well adjusted men understand consent and the fact that this is the 2nd time he tried something extra in the bedroom without making sure it was okay honestly makes me want to tell you to drop him. Normal guys don't just assume that's something you'll be into.

With that being said if you like sleeping with him and want to nip this in the bud then yeah talk to him about it but idk why this even needs to be a conversation anyway because like...he shouldn't be doing that to begin with

[chapelbat]

Going out in public w someone not used to how shitty people are to people who look different is so weird lol

Don’t be pissed, don’t let them make you mad

One woman was calling me a prostitute to her husband, another boy was behind me and went “what the hell is that?”

I didn’t get mad

It was directed towards me

Don’t be mad on my behalf

I’m not mad

I live in the south, I look how I look, I dress how I dress, people are asses

I don’t let it bother me and it’s always been kinda annoying to other people I know so I know it annnoys the people trying to annoy me

I ignore them, they can speak, I can live. I just continue lol

[leopardom]

Never annnoying! I've liked BC ever since Eurovision, but wasn't really a fan if that makes sense. Flatline just really hit different from what I had heard so far and I've been actually listening to BC and looking forward to hearing their new stuff.

oh 👀 yeah their new stuff sounds interesting and i’m curious to see what’s gonna be the follow up to Flatline. until then, you can still stream their oldest albums, LOTSAD is not even a year old yet lol 😂

[weird-things-to-think]

What Is Intransigent, and Why It's Not What You Think It Is (Probably)

Ok, so heres the thing. Im not pertty sure what intransigent meens, but I’m gonna give it a try anyway, ok?

Intransigent is like, wen somewun is realy stuburn, and they dont wanna do enything except there own way. Like, you no that one freind hoo wont eat pizza with toppingz becuz “they hate cheez” (what even!?). Thatz kinda intransigent, i think. Maybe.

If your boss sez “u hav to work on saturdays” and your like “No I wil not!” and then they tell u like 500 tymes and ur like "stil no thnx," ur probly being intransigent, or at leest some kind of annnoying.

Also, did I menton that its one of those words that sounds like some fancy pants stuff? Like, "oh im so intransigent, look at me not compromiszing!" But reely, ur just a reggular pain in the butt.

So now, u no what intransigent is. Or like, u kinda no. Maybe next time u can actualy use the word gooder. But don’t be like one of those intransigent guys ok?? Cuz that wuld be bad.

Thankss!

[23victoria]

My mobile app just updated and I’m so fucking annnoyed 🫠

@staff change this update please!!!

[annaisbannas]

Honestly, today marks the anniversay of the worst day of my life.The day my house burned down along with everything inside it. Including my hopes and dreams that I had taken my entire existance to maintain.. And I'm honestly not doing good at all I wish people could see that and reach out to me. But things arent like that anymore these days. You have to deal with things that are way beyond our control to the point of hopelessness and my fucking god have I felt hopeless. Suicide has really been idealized in my head to the point of asperation. That its beyond anything I have ever felt in all my years. I honestly dont see any type of future beyond this day to day mundane fucking bullshit that I was meant to put up with just to pay fucking bills. For a life I never even loved to begin with, to impress people who dont even care or even exist outside of a computer screen. I keep asking myself why am I even on this earth, or planet at this point when clearly I dont belong here, nor never have in all honesty. I'm the most softest forgiving person who wears her heart on her sleeve to the point of getting taken advange of or told how to live her life at every couner I turn. And it is frustrating and humiliating that I can never feel any sense of control of my life just letting events or peoples own realities control my life while watching it unfold before my eyes as the days, months, and years roll on past my own existence.. I keep praying I wake up from this feverish nightmare that it will all be over and I can finally sigh and gasp in realif that I only exist on a plane of reality that makes sense, instead I am here where the billionares make the rules and the people that control the stock market make a game out of our econimy that I toil at daily just enough to scrape by paycheck to paycheck with a bleak outlook wondering if having children is even a good idea knowing that the earth is at a point of no return yet nobody seems to care enough about that, they only seem to care enough about who is president or who has control over womans bodys when those bodys were never really theres to begin with. Belongings and some sort of structure seems to be where I am finding a meaningless solitude when I know that when I die none of that will matter either and people will be left with the burden of cleaning it up or throwing all my fucking junk into the garbage. Unfortunotly I think I'll be alone for the rest of my life because I am just too annnoying and fucking stuck up to even try and figure out how to communicate properly with another human being.Everything seems like a chore nowadays and I cant seem to see the light of the future when I have already surpasted my golden years.Nothing is affordable and even renting a fucking apartment takes more than half of your paycheck.. How can you even get out of the house and enjoy life when you cant even afford the price of eggs or groceries just to keep living so you can go to work every day. Somebody pray for me because I am not well..

[echidnana]

body be like what if u had to consciously think about breathing

[bilvy]

…

[eversncenewyork]

FINALLY

[heartonthejindow]

bruh pushing any kind of sexuality on anyone is just 😬 and so what if he's dating a woman, he could still be queer/not straight .... and uh that one photo where he's kissing her head does not look edited 🥴 so yeah, you're the one being weird here, like let them live their lives even though you don't agree with their choice in partner sheesh

literally as someone who couldn’t give less of a fuck whether or not tae is dating someone (regardless of who that may be) besides knowing that i would support him with every cell in my body if he came out and said it was true like i’m not the one being weird here i promise you 😭

it’s not about whether they’re really dating or not or whether he’s really into guys or not like as i said i truly could not care less he deserves to be happy? but all the people posting about it as if it’s already confirmed how do you think he actually feels about that? bc in my head there are two plausible ways he feels about all the shit i’ve seen on both twitter and weverse in the past month or so

1: if they’re really dating: wouldn’t it be super anxiety inducing for him to be confronted like this by millions of armys before he’s ready to talk about them being in a relationship? wouldn’t he feel nervous, not only for himself, but for the safety of his gf considering how batshit some people can be???

2: if they’re not really dating: i’m guessing he’d be super fucking annnoyed and confused that people are linking him with someone like this???

literally it’s not about the “choice of partner” again i couldnt give less of a fuck. he can date whoever he wants that’s none of my business. it’s about how armys are acting as if this is somehow #confirmed #news and congratulating him and talking about how cute they are while not even considering in the least how tae might feel upon seeing those things. but sure i’m the weird one

[eatsyourheartout]

hcs for violet being in the mukami household?

she hated it and would rather be limbless than go there again but here we go

keep in mind that i haven’t written anything official about her with the mukami’s yet but these are the only things in my mind atm/things i wanna keep into her story with the mukami brothers, maybe i might write something in the future but for now she’s mainly w the sakamaki’s

ruki :

he terrifies her so much, could see through his manipulative tactics (at first)

she’s super stubborn too so her + ruki = hell

he realized that she’s been around men like him before and he just dropped the act since she already knows his intentions

surprisingly still listens to him and tries to obey his every word .. weird girl

yuma :

she’s so ANNNOYING 😭

she sticks by him most of the time bc this slut has this.. urge.. to piss him off ..

aside from ayato, yuma is her dream man no joke

literally that’s all i’m gonna say i think that speaks for itself

kou :

rarely interacts unless she wants advice for outfits or makeup

he blessed her with doing his makeup before performing which unfortunately she accepts without thinking about the consequences she’ll face later

azusa :

i never really written anything for these two since i can’t think of any dynamic they can have lmao sorry