#i mean fuck those who commented bs on him and his health

[accio-victuuri]

He really is the sweetest! He knows we are all worried and he’s even comforting us 😭😭😭😭

Get well soon Yibo!!!! 🫶🏼

#wang yibo #we don’t deserve him #everyday i ask myself am i worthy of wyb and my answer is no #i mean fuck those who commented bs on him and his health

[parallel-selfs]

Playful Land (Chapter 4)

Translation by Ekala and Gasumasuku Gamer.

Sighs.

"So, what are you in for?"

"Man, you're annoying."

I'm Mary Poppins, y'all.

I call BS on this, the rules are stupid.

Rip Leona Levi.

You have to backhand compliment him.

Celeb has illusion magic that makes it seem there's more of him.

Aw.

Have some fun while being kidnapped.

"I'm still holding onto hope." "Come on, Grim, give him some credit."

Alice is enjoying the bullying Ferro is getting.

(Ha! Jack doing his world-winning smile, ha! I love these jerks.)

"Grim... You made my son cry, you asshole!"

Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

Jade, why did you have to ruin it...

"Knowledge is power, school is a place of knowledge. A place where you learn how to not become a pathetic person like Ferro." >:3

"? Hey, are you okay, kiddo?" Pissed Ferro approaches and asks what knowledge could a school give them.

"Maybe how to keep your pride and threat your boss into silence. Or make lifelong friends who will travel from their homes to Sage's Island and through a desert to save you."

You're in NRC, you're automatically a weirdo.

Smart.

This became a stealth mission in a game.

I'm reminded that scene in Wall-E with the massaging robot going crazy.

Floyd is more of a threat than the puppets.

Rip and tear until it's done!

Ha! Bitemarks on the arm.

Victor is vibe checking them.

Well fuck.

Ortho, rude.

Kalim mentally frowned at the comment.

This is so fucked.

Kalim is refusing to remove his mask and share his actual thoughts is what I'll say.

You don't look sorry, Ortho.

✨Feral eel✨

"No reason."

"And all we can do is cope with their approaching doom."

"What happened?"

"I still remember what the teachers did what I came back from the hospital. They supported me and listened to me when my health gave me too much frustrations. Those teachers care for their students and would definitely look everywhere for us."

"I didn't have magic when I entered Night Raven College. And I have friends who are from struggling backgrounds and they were still accepted to Night Raven and Royal Sword Academy."

"Oh cry me a river."

(I love Leona's shock face)

"You carved your own path, Grim."

"More than you."

Aw. But in all seriousness, you're in a dangerous situation and your emotions are running high, you're going to lash out because of fear and not actually mean what you said.

Ortho vibe checking them.

#twisted wonderland #alice #twst event #facts about alice

[sgtjbbhasmyheart]

Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Three

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1740

Warnings: Nosy (and well-meaning) friends acting like nosy siblings, angst, bad language words

A/N: After I originally posted this chapter on AO3, I got some comments that exacerbated the beginnings of a year long depression. Please be kind. I intended this chapter to come across as the gang being like siblings...always being in each other’s business. Is there a breach of privacy? Yes, but without the ill-intent. 

DO NOT copy or replicate without permission

Bucky clutched his phone in his flesh hand as he made his way down a long hallway to the communal kitchen and eating area. A soft, crooked smile rested at his lips as he entered the space. Natasha and Sam were sitting at opposite ends of the rectangular table separating the kitchen from the lounge, enjoying a late breakfast. Steve was at a kitchen counter fiddling with the Keurig machine. He pulled another mug from the cupboard when he saw Bucky approach. “Mornin’, Buck. Sleep well?”

Bucky’s grin broadened as he leaned his backside against the countertop. “I did, actually. Thanks for asking,” he answered, looking to his phone at the incoming text.

(Y/N) Would you rather have skin that changes color based on your emotions or tattoos appear all over your body, depicting what you did the day before?

He missed the way Sam and Nat looked at each other in suspicion at his answer to Steve. He was too busy pressing the keys on his touch-screen.

Bucky The tattoos would be awkward, speaking from a male’s perspective, so I think color changing would be better. Not by much, though.

Bucky Would you rather have edible spaghetti hair that regrows every night or sweat maple syrup?

Bucky saw Steve slide the new mug, now filled with coffee, across the granite-top toward him from the corner of his eye. He glanced up quickly from the screen and nodded. “Thanks, buddy.” Steve answered with a smile.

“What, no grunted thanks or mumbled acknowledgment?” Natasha quipped, standing from her seat to place her plate in the dishwasher.

“Yeah, man. You have been using way too many words lately. I miss the grumpy dude that would brood in the corner,” Sam added, crossing his arms at his chest. “Are we even sure this is the right Bucky?”

Bucky’s phone vibrated again.

(Y/N) I love me some spaghetti! Can you imagine sweating sticky, gooey maple syrup during a humid New York summer?? Your clothes would be toast.

(Y/N) Mmmm, french toast.

Bucky chuckled at the reply, drawing the attention of three sets of eyes.

Sam wasn’t wrong; he wasn’t the same Bucky.

It had been five days since (Y/N)’s first drunken texts. Five days. He couldn’t believe so little time had passed. Somehow, (Y/N) had wiggled her way under his skin.

He had noticed after only a day or two; he was smiling more, less volatile. He felt lighter, happier. He wasn’t skulking about the compound like usual, trying to avoid the rest of the team. Some might go as far as to say he was friendlier than usual.

It felt good to have someone, a friend, learning about the real James Buchanan Barnes, for once, without the threat of The Soldier clouding their perception of him.

“You’re freaking me out, man. Straight outta Invasion of the Body Snatchers or some shit,” Sam declared, rising from his chair.

“Hold on, Sam,” Steve placated, lifting a hand to the advancing man. “I’m sure there’s a logical explanation to Bucky’s good mood lately.”

Bucky set his jaw in frustration, the muscles ticking. He wasn’t a Pod Person. He was just happy, for the first time in seventy-five years.

His phone went off again.

(Y/N) Would you rather sneeze once every hour, on the hour, or burp every time you saw an attractive girl?

A wide smile split his mouth as he scanned the screen.

Bucky Am I sneezing in my sleep or just when I’m awake?

When Bucky brought his gaze back up to his teammates, he noticed Natasha’s own eyes flick down to his phone. The slightest smirk curved the corner of her lips.

“It’s curious,” she said, a perfect eyebrow inched higher to her hairline. “All the people you text are in this room, yet, you haven’t been able to pull yourself away from your phone.” Her eye contact never wavered from Bucky’s face. “Don’t ya think that’s odd, fellas?”

“Natalia,” Bucky warned, his voice gruff. He knew she was fishing.

Sam laughed boisterously. “Yeah, I noticed that the other day. It’s glued to your hip nowadays.”

“It could be anyone from the team, guys,” Steve reasoned. “I bet it’s Tony.”

Bucky became increasingly agitated as the redhead slinked closer, passing his phone back and forth between his hands.

Natasha shook her head in the negative. “Nuh-uh,” she said, leaning against the counter directly beside Bucky. A hair’s breadth of space separated their shoulders from one another. Tipping back, with her elbows propped against the hard surface, she kicked her legs out casually and crossed her feet at the ankle. “Those two have barely said two words to each other since the good Sergeant here was welcomed back into the fold. It’s not Tony.”

“That still doesn’t prove anything,” Steve replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I bet it’s a girl,” Sam said in a sing-song voice. “But, where would Ice Man here meet a girl?”

Natasha smiled while looking at Sam as he stepped closer to the trio. “Let’s find out, shall we?” She nodded to Sam and, without batting an eye, lunged at Bucky.

She tapped the underside of the hand holding the phone, causing the device to flip up into the air.

Though he hadn’t seen the attack coming, Bucky’s reflexes were cat-like, and he easily caught the phone in his opposite hand.

Unfortunately, Natasha was just as quick and knocked the phone from his hand again. She effortlessly swatted it out of the air and into her hand. As Bucky clamored to retrieve the cell phone, she swung her arm behind her back and tossed it into the waiting hands of Sam.

By looking at Sam’s broad smile, Bucky knew he was having a field day at his expense. He pounced on his teammate, grappling for possession of the device. He wasn’t sorry for elbowing the other man harder than he ever would if they were sparring each other. He needed his fucking phone back!

Sam managed to flick the phone over his other shoulder in the process of Bucky grabbing ahold of Sam’s wrist and twisting the same arm behind his body. It clattered to the ground at Steve’s feet.

As everyone stared at the cell phone lying prone on the tile floor, Sam backed Bucky into the cabinets, trapping him with his body. “Let me go, Bird Brain!” Bucky huffed.

Steve bent to pick the phone up, holding it in his hand. Bucky could see the war playing within Steve’s blue eyes as he struggled against Sam. Steve was just as curious as the other two but didn’t want to betray his friend.

Natasha quickly snatched the device from Steve and started thumbing at the screen.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Steve protested.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you to put a passcode on your phone, Barnes?” Natasha tsked as she navigated to the messaging app.

Bucky knew the exact second she found what she was looking for because her eyes became comically wide. A feral, shit-eating grin crossed her mouth as she raised a brow again.

“Tell me about (Y/N).”

“What?” Steve questioned, crowding the red head. “Lemme see.”

Bucky felt his cheeks go aflame as Natasha angled the screen so Steve could see the message thread. They burned hotter as Steve looked up with his own shit-eating smirk.

“Well, well…” Sam piped up. “If your faces are anything to go by, Vanilla Ice’s still got game.” Bucky twisted his arm back further in retaliation causing Sam to grunt in discomfort.

Bucky watched as Natasha’s thumb skimmed along the screen to delve deeper into past messages. Her thumb stopped as she read a passage; her green eyes rapidly followed the lines of text.

“I always kinda figured you’d be into someone that would call you out on your BS. She sounds fun,” Natasha said as she continued to scroll.

“No one’s into anyone. We’re just friends,” Bucky murmured.

Steve’s head shot up to stare at his best friend, sorrow painting his features. He edged away from Natasha. “Does she know who you are?” he asked.

Bucky shook his head no. “And she never will.”

“Aww, but you guys sound so cute together,” Natasha pouted. Bucky frowned at the insinuation. It couldn’t ever happen.

“There aren’t any rules saying we can’t date,” Natasha mentioned. “Hell, you know how many times I tried to set up this big lug?” She motioned to Steve with her thumb.

“That’s different,” Bucky said after a few moments. He eased up slightly on Sam’s arm.

“How so?”

Bucky rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, the blush starting again. “He’s Captain America, and well, I’m not. Not exactly everyone’s favorite.” He downcast his eyes to the floor.

“Buck, you know that’s not true,” Steve said woefully. “It’ll just take some time.”

“I know, Stevie. Until then, though, I’m still a pariah.”

The super soldier serum couldn’t have been given to a better person, but Bucky always felt like he would be trapped in Steve’s shadow, no matter the amount of good he did. He would still feel weak for what Hydra did to him, or not good enough to be labeled Captain America’s best friend.

Feeling the room take a considerable turn toward somber, Natasha called out, “Holy shit, Barnes! You used Wilson’s toothbrush to clean your toilet?”

“What?!” all three male voices cried out.

Sam rushed forward, trying to see the proof for himself. “You’re a dead man!”

Freed from the weight of Sam’s body, Bucky leaped forward toward Natasha and Sam. Slamming into Sam’s back, he snaked an arm around the other man, reaching frantically for his phone. He was done with them spying on his non-existent personal life.

Bucky smacked against Sam’s hands and arms, trying to dislodge the device.

“Stop!” Sam bellowed. “You’re hitting me like an eleven-year-old girl!”

“Gimme back my phone!” Bucky shouted.

Suddenly, the sound of ringing filled the small space of the kitchen. The scuffling stopped in an instant as everyone tried to figure out where the noise was coming from. Sam glimpsed down at his hands and jumped apart from Bucky as if he’d been burned. He looked horrified!

“Oh, shit!” Sam exclaimed, shoving the phone back at Bucky.

“What did you do?!” Bucky screeched when he realized the ringing was coming from his phone on speaker.

The sound ended abruptly, only to be replaced with the gentle tinkle of a woman’s voice.

“James?”

Chapter Two | Chapter Four

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[timingmatters]

Clay Jensen rant

Did ??? People even read the book??? Listen I hate being one of those "if u dont read the book u cant even comment" bc thats bs but series Clay isnt much different anyways. If anything more attached to Hannah but.... he didnt do anything wrong??? Like he did (the picture he leaked of the stalker and all bc of his anger) but not to Hannah. This is a guy who suffers from anxiety and panic attacks and whose best friend just fucking died and to some extent I bet he blamed himself when he thought he allowed his friend to drive drunk. Obviously when Hannah said leave he would leave bc SURPRISE people with anxiety fucking hate confrontation and if someone u really care about screams to you "GT THE FUCK OUT" his reaction was obviously gonna be to leave, let her cool, and try to talk later. Bonus points for him if he tried to avoid the screaming afterwards and at least try to pretend things were better with her because thats REALISTIC FOR PEOPLE WHO SUFFER FROM REALLY BAD ANXIETY. All he did was never truly confess his feelings because damn she was never just a friend. He always liked her. And confessing feelings is never easy especially for people who suffer from anxiety. Hence why he would push her away from time to time and doubt whether she wanted her to be with him. Not because "Hannah's fault" or anything but because people with anxiety are constantly doubting people's love and intentions for them. Always doubting whether others actually care or if they got bored with them. So yeah. Maybe Clay could have stand up for her and take more action. But from his PoV things werent that bad for her atm and he couldnt mentally do it. So many of you say "he redeemed himself" no he didnt. Theres nothing to redeem for tf?? Him feeling guilty is the fucking worst bc he truly does not deserve to feel guilty when hes mot guilty of shit. Yes the sings are clear but that doesnt mean people are always able to do. From someone who has been depressed and has dealt with depressed people around her, sometimes we just dont know what to do and the only person able to save themselves once depression hits you is the person itself. Once Hannah was bad because of all the things that happened to her, Clay or anyone noticing might have call a professional but the only person who would truly convince her to live would be herself. Stop. Blaming. Clay. Depression and suicide isnt black and white and isnt always someone's fault. The whole point of this show and book is to show that is a bunch of stuff accumulated and how we deal with them. Clay not noticing she was depressed doesnt mean he killed her. Clay not going against her wishes of being alone doesnt mean he killed her. Clay not wanting to talk about his best friend's death (something he prob feels partially guilty for until he found out the truth) (plus also lad at the memory of him) and lashing out on her doesnt mean he killed her. Him not noticing doesnt mean he killed her. It means he liked her so much, even loved her. But he was also going through his own shit. And if hannah never talked directly to him how was he supposed to know?? A best friend's death isnt a little deal. Is a big fucking deal. He suffers from anxiety and panic attacks (mental disorders my people) and his best friend fucking died. Thats traumatic af he saw his body there. And even before that, he was getting to know Hannah so is not like he would not whats her usual behavior and whats not. Yes he could have done something if he had realized. But him not realizing didnt kill her. Hannah even said so herself. So stop saying he redeemed himself or that he did take part into her decision of killing herself or he was also at fault. He wasnt. Even Hannah knew that. Stop romanticizing his anxiety and self-blamed behavior bc if anything all this unjustified guilt was driving to the place Hannah was. So liking or thinking he deserved all that guilt is literally 1) not getting the show/book and 2) romanticizing his bad mental health and paranoia

#clay jensen #13 reasons why #hannah baker

[passionpitobsession]

My thoughts on season 4

Honestly? I’m gonna say this once and for all. This season is irritating. Hear me out before you start saying things.

Trailer & Evak:

Ever since the last season, when people started speculating that Sana was gonna be the main for sesong 4, some people flipped out. Words were thrown left and right, which was… unfortunately something I’d expected. 

The trailer drops, and that’s when the real negativity started showing. There were more people complaining about how this season isn’t Even’s and some of you went as far as saying that Sana “stole” the spotlights from him. Now let me remind you of this real quick, Skam is a show that is targeted for teenage audience, specifically around the age of 15 years old. All of the mains are still in school, while Even is a special case and that’s why he had to repeat the year, hence why he was still in school last season. 

I understand some of the frustration about how he needed his own season because mental health is a real issue that many, many people have to deal with on the daily, but ya’ll have to understand that his issue has already been discussed last season. Not everything that revolve around Even has been shown just yet, because his issues are interconnected with Sana’s.

Now onto the current issues. People hate this season just because Sana is Muslim. Some people made that loud and clear. In more than one way I’m thankful that this is her season, it honestly showed how ugly people can get in just a few weeks, because of a fucking tv show. It’s true that Julie and her team have done some thorough research for each of the characters, they’ve talked to real teenagers and asked them about their experiences. But guess what? it’s still fictional! Sana is no more than a pure representation of what pretty much every Muslim girl goes through, than Isak being a representation for someone who had to deal with internalized homophobia. 

I’m not saying that everyone was nice and happy about Isak’s season, because let’s be honest here, there were some nasty things being said all throughout the season, but people were more subtle about it… I saw some anons saying that Isak can’t change who he is (being a homosexual), but Sana could “easily” change her religion because it’s not something she’s born with……………… really? What makes you think that Islam isn’t a part of who Sana is? and no you can’t easily change your religion. That’s bullshit, don’t even get me started on that.

Girls “squad”:

with that being said, let’s move on to her friends. Sana has made some mistakes of her own that had gotten the entire group involved with her, like that one time when she almost got in a fight with her brother’s fiance and her squad, or even as recent as getting that russ bus. We’re all given the chance to view the world from her perspective, so why not just chill and take that offer? I mean ya’ll always complaining about how you don’t understand Muslims because there aren’t that many around you, or that Islam is only ever mentioned during some serious news… But then again you could be just a real life Vilde. Someone who is supposedly friends with a Muslim or a few, but still won’t bother to understand any of them. Her actions are no doubt despicable. It’s been 4 seasons! and she still acts the same, actually, she’s gotten worse. 

You could argue that it’s not the girls’ fault that Sana doesn’t open up to them and how no one in the world would ever understand her if she doesn’t talk about her issues, but I’m sorry, are you that thick? How could you trust someone with your secrets and issues if they’re constantly excluding you from hanging out with them? giving you dirty looks, or straight up commenting bs on your religion whenever it’s mentioned?? That’s exactly how they’ve been treating her. We never noticed it before because it was always shown from either their perspective or a third party’s. 

Love interest:

Now this is something I found kind of difficult to keep up with. In Islam, all of the school of thoughts have made it clear that dating is not permitted. There’s nothing called “halal dating”, that’s just an excuse people use to not make themselves feel about about dating and whatever, BUT nowhere in the Quran or any Hadeeths did it say you can’t have a crush. Afterall, it’s not my place to sit there and judge people, I’m gonna be judged for what I did throughout my life, not on your doings. 

It was clear from the first episode of season 4 that Sana’s crush is Yousef. She thought he was Muslim, but a few messages in and we find out he’s an atheist(?), or as some would prefer: “Ex-Muslim”. Like I mentioned in one of my previous posts, seeing some of your friends struggle with their beliefs and whatnot, is not so much of a good excuse to completely deny your religion.  Again, that’s just my opinion. He could confess his feelings for Sana while skydiving for all I care. Anyway, back to Sana, we saw that it made her a bit uncomfortable as to why he decided to leave Islam behind, but later on she seemed more relaxed after he explained himself to her. Which idk, seemed kind of off and suspicious to me tbh.  

Her faith & lifestyle:

It has been made clear that Sana is religious. I know different people view being religious differently, but it’s clear that she is. Even though that’s true, it doesn’t mean that she’s not struggling with keeping up with it while still trying to find herself in the middle of everyone else. Sana surrounds herself with Non-Muslim people and doesn’t feel comfortable being around those Muslim girls that she either go to school with, or know through her mom. I could honestly relate to this point a lot, but for different reasons. She might tell others that those girls have a different view on the world than the one she has, but deep down it’s the opposite. She’s afraid of being judged and excluded like how those Norwegian girls have been treating her. It seems like it’s not that easy for her to make friends, so when she found some, she hung on to them. 

Sana is doing the best she could to balance out her life, and you honestly can’t expect her to do all that! she’s what? 17?? Since when do people know wtf they’re gonna do with their lives when they’re 17? 

The fandom:

Ya’ll seriously need to chill. What’s with all the negativity? Some of you really got no life. I know that sounds pretty harsh, but the truth hurts doesn’t it? Go find a hobby that’s not complaining about a fictional character and her religion! Go out there and better yourselves. What difference is it gonna make for you to sit behind a screen and send hate to those trying to help you understand this season even better?? Seriously sit down one day and ask yourself why? why are you doing this and what good is it gonna do?? Ultimately, the show has already been filmed and possibly in the process of being edited…

Stop attacking each other! The world already has way too many issues and negativity, no one needs more! Skam and this site is a gateway to some of us, you don’t know what anyone goes through on the daily, as in outside of this site. If you really feel the need to shit on people for enjoying a show, maybe you should think about what’s repressing you and making you so angry. Give yourself a chance to grow and be more open-minded about others. 

#this is long af #no one even cares why did i write this #skam #Sana Bakkoush #sesong 4 #text