Tony x Reader - Jar of HeartsTony x Reader - Jar of Hearts1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
WORD OF WARNING!! CONTAINS FEELS!
I know I can't
take one more step
towards you. Cause
all that's waiting
You walked down the streets of Manhatten, and you phone buzzed in your pocket. You were just finishing up your nightly jog.
"Hey babe. <3"
It was Tony.
"Hey! What's up?" You texted back.
"Nothing much. Just doing stupid paperwork that Fury assigned, so I won't be done for a while."
You smirked and texted,
"That sucks. See you in a few. Love ya! <3" You turned off your phone, and jogged to the Tower.
And don't you
know I'm not your
ghost anymore. You
lost the love I
loved the most.
You walked into the Tower, seeing Natasha and Clint cuddling on the couch, watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith. You smiled at them, and you walked to the elevator.
"Miss, might I suggest you not going to Tony's room?" JARVIS asked. You frowned and asked confused,
I learned to live,
half alive. And now
you want me one more,
time. And who do you
Bucky x Teen!Runaway!Reader Part 2Bucky x Teen!Runaway!Reader Part 22 days ago in Emotional More Like This
PLEASE READ THE LAST CHAPTER TO UNDERSTAND THIS ONE!!!
"That was about 24 years ago. I was 12. Now I'm 15, almost 16. That man was the only person I trusted in a long time. His name was John, John Keller I think. He was about 21 when we met but the first five months I was with him, he died. I've been running since. No stops, never slept in the same place twice...Then HYRDA came, and offered me a job. I declined. It was the worst mistake of my life. They kidnapped me, tutored me, shoved me, and almost made me go mentally insane. Then, that's when they brain-washed me. They strapped me to a hard, leather chair, and took everything away from me...Even the only memories of my mom. They stuck me into a Cyro Freezer almost 24 years ago. I'll admit, I'm old lady. But I escaped from them. 3 years, two months, and 16 days days I've been away. And I've been slowly getting my memories back. But not in the ways I would have hoped. I get Night Terrors every single night. Not ever a
daughter on the stepstool I count the cracks in between the blocks of cement as I walk, eyes downcast. Sets of two, sets of two. I can never quite shake the way my bones don’t sit right under my skin, too big for my body. It’s a constant itch that I can’t scratch, only mollified when I listen, when I listen to what it tells me. My disease tells me to count in sets of two—blink four times, two sets of two. I don’t understand, but those numbers are safety in a storm. They ruin me, though. They ruin me. I hide behind mathematical equations that account for sets of two, and I leave her to drown.daughter on the stepstool2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
These are my hands, but they’re really just earthquakes. I am not afraid to crumble anything that gets in my way, and it’s always her. She always tries to stop me, tells me she loves me after calling me fucked up. Fucked up. I lose sleep because sometimes I dream in shades that I do not like. Blue, like her eyes. One syllable, half of a set. A ghost
Through a lover's eyesWow, I don't even know where to start... How do you describe someone like that, when words or images alone are simply not enough? She is just the most exquisite bundle of mischief I have ever, and probably will ever meet. Hell, she's a cocky wee git on good days, but even on the bad days she still has this amazing, fierce intelligence that I can only liken to the lightening that illuminates a storm, even if only for a brief moment. And though it does get to me a bit at times, I really do admire the wicked, almost sick sense of humour that appears along with that subtle dimple below the edge of her lips. Nothing has ever completely smothered that little spark; not even when she lay in that hospital bed, barely conscious from the cocktail of drugs she'd attempted to take her own life with. It has got her in trouble a few times; giggling at inappropriate moments, but I would far rather that than watching the light leave her eyes.Through a lover's eyes3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
It does make me sad; the repeated suicide attempts. I mean,
I wouldn't call you holyI have an obsession with bridges—I wouldn't call you holy1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
San Francisco where I first held love, skyline-spine bending with my hands, muscles saying “I can hold you. And Him—and whatever else is under your breasts and skin,” and we sat with the waves and talked of how we were little ants and drowning in Chardonnay and time.
Then, there are the ones I’d make for you, in the mailbox on gloss-paper, my hair spilling over the floor in midmorning worship. You’d breathe me from the air, the contented sigh enough to unravel me in diaphragms. Then you’d lick me back to postage, and kiss away my youth.
“Add a cut for me, babe; next time you’ll listen—” the ball I made of pain, and the curl of dimples made from shame… and I almost can’t admit how I’d yearn for you erode me to my knees, again. (To this day, I still can’t bend the same, but a bridge is a bridge is a bridge, and I’m not looking for your feet)
and I wouldn't cal
A Rant of Wonderment and Questioning to everyone(Warning, cursing is in this due to the fact that I'm pretty upset, angry, and questionable right now.)A Rant of Wonderment and Questioning to everyone2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Why does everyone in our world act so cruel upon another? Aren't we the same, just in different bodily forms and different feelings, emotions, and likenesses? If we were really true among each other, we would be happy and peaceful to each other, not some viral hating assholes or some viral hating trolls. If one need be angry at another, just express it in a way that wouldn't cause violence, but a way that can create a better understanding rather than fucking it up and being pretty rude.
Why aren't we like the older days of peacefulness where humans understood one another and where we all could be living peacefully together, not hiding from others, not running away from a conversation, or using our sensibility to be nice to one another. Isn't that a way we need to be? Christians, Atheists, etc. Black, White, Hispanic, etc. basica
Black Rose 4"So, I got this diary, and I don't know what to write first.Black Rose 43 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Evan chuckled at the entry. He had expected something sadder, considering it was a diary.
The next page had what was expected.
"Ugh, damn homework. School in general, really. It's so stressful.. >.
Reading Between the LinesYou told me you loved me...Reading Between the Lines10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I lived to see your smile, to heal your misery. You had saved me, so I wanted to rid you of your pain, too.
Each day brought something new for the two of us, and I enjoyed every moment of it. You have to believe me.
Yet, I couldn't understand why I felt such an agonizing sadness. Your beaming face aided in lifting the pangs of my heart, but it wasn't enough.
In all honesty, I knew that some day it was going to have to end. It didn't matter how much we tried to escape that fact.
It hurt seeing you cry. After all those years together, it was hard for me not to cry, also.
I wanted to leave you with a smiling face. I'm sorry if I caused you any grief.
It wasn't possible to go on the way we were, and you knew that. Reality is always hard to accept when it destroys paradise.
The hardest part for you will probably be moving on. Although, selfish as it is, I hope at least a fragment of me will always remain in your memories.
...and I told you goodbye.
Ermenek Ustuneazrail'in çaldığı kapıları açmak cesaret ister. bile bile kanmak da. ölümü benimsemek de. tekrar tekrar deneyecek çünkü azrail o kapıyı açtırmak için. bazen ıslık çalacak, ki ıslıkları duyulmaz olacak suyun içinde. yırtılacak bir şeyler o ıslıklarla, kimilerinin vicdanı, kimilerinin göz yaşı bezleri, kimilerininse ar damarı. sudan adamlar yüzünden, sudan ölümler. ardında ertelenmekten uzak ölümler. yeniden eksilecek hafızalar sonrasında. unutulacak, bağrından parça kopanlar hariç herkesçe bu ölümler.Ermenek Ustune15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
birileri şaşıramaz hale gelecek bu yozlaşmışlıkta, birilerine rahat yatakları batmaz olacak. birileri iki damla gözyaşı dökmeyi görev bilecek, ama anaların kalbindeki ko
I know who I amI know who I am. Yeah, I'm moody, easily annoyed and sometimes even nasty. In real life, I'm shy, quiet, it's hard for me to socialize. But if you get to know me better, you'll see I'm more than that. I can be funny, patient and able to hear your problems, though it's hard for me to give advices. I'm more than a depressing person. I'm just a girl who tries to be normal as possible. Even if it doesn't feel like it, I try each day to change and become a better person. There are sometimes I can't do it. There are some times I lose it. But as people say, "you may lose the battle, but you haven't lost the war". I knowI have much things to change, but keep in mind I'm just an human being, a being with the capability of making mistakes. Mistakes I regret about. I try to give the next day a better prespective. I know I'm not perfect,and so isn't my art. But that's what makes me happy. I came here to share my art, that is what I like to do. And sorry for all the times I acted like a bitch.I know who I am2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
ListenThe people that REALLY suffer, are the ones you NEVER hear about. The ones who's story NEVER get's told. The people you'll never meet, or hear about in history books. The silent. The dead. The ones who didn't ever get to say "I deserve a chance!" or "Please, help me...?" Because there was NO ONE to listen...Listen2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
They are the ones that deserve our help the most, yet we will never get the chance to offer it; or they to receive it. We will never know who they are, (or were.) And in their lonely dreams the words they hear are not lavish, and are not the words of a grand rescue, but rather the least that they hope is that we will learn something in hindsight: "if only we would have known, we could have helped...." But those words are just a dream to those who live in a world that does not recognize them. It's their salute to the future they will never have, but hope to give to someone, someday, that may be suffering just like they did.
They are the ones who never had a friend. They are the
Quem?Eu sempre penso em muitas coisas, durante o dia a dia enquanto olho as pessoas ao meu redor, me sinto uma pessoa incompreensível, quando volto do meu trabalho eu presto atenção nos olhares, no caminhar, nos poucos sorrisos e muitas caras desanimadas... eu vejo o quanto todo mundo vive os dias em vão,todos fazem tudo o que acham que querem fazer, mas na verdade nem sabem o que estão fazendo...nem por que, nem pra que, nem pra quem...seres incompletos.Quem?2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Por que será que todos querem tudo tão de pressa? Não existe mais prazer em se conquistar... não existe mais prazer em quase nada. Sabe, eu estava pensando que hoje a gente espera que o dia termine logo, para que o dia de amanhã seja melhor, mas quando chega amanhã fazemos tudo igual ontem... e sempre continuamos desejando que os dias passem, e eles passam rapidamente, e quando percebemos passou tempo demais e não fizemos nada. Logo, mais um ano tem fim, e parece que ele
A Message To Dime 1Dime... This is for you...A Message To Dime 16 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Help me, please. I don't know how I'm gonna live without you, and I don't really care how cheesy that sounds. It's true, you guys are my life. You're the only things I look forward to, the rest is just waiting. Without you... I don't know. You're the only thing keeping me alive, I don't have any other reasons to live. I know I shouldn't be asking you of all people, but you're the only one I trust now. Everyone else would just think I'm overreacting or stab me in the back. I can't do this, it's killing me. I don't know what to do, I'm lost, I need help. I don't want to inconvenience you, so please don't help if you're busy or something. I know you have more important matters to tend to, I'll be fine. Once I find the best way to kill myself everything will be better. I was thinking about overdosing, but I've heard that it's quite painful. I would never be brave enough to stab myself in any way, can't hang myself, don't even know how to tie a noose. It would be
The Betrayal I hate you. I hate you will all my being, all my soul.The Betrayal 12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I have been taught to never trust, to never depend on someone. My mind was wired to believe that I could do anything myself, to believe that I didn't need anyone.
Trust no one, they said.
Why? I would ask.
They would shake their heads. Because people would do anything to get their hands on you. They will try to get close to you and earn your trust. And once they do they will strike and you shouldn't have to experience betrayal. Remember Constellation, you are special.
They taught me well. But I didn't use what they taught to my benefits when I first saw you.
I thought it was love. I thought you were different.
I hate you. I hate you for your sweet words you would whisper in my ear.
I hate you for playing with me. For playing with my heart.
I hate myself for not killing you. I was much more stronger than you, I would have crushed you or thrown you into the next county. Surly either would have
Defeated by trust."Trust me " you whisper as the elongated blade made from metal slides deeper past my defensive bones.Defeated by trust.1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
I cringe as the hilt rests coldly against cloth to skin.
I begin to feel the blood so warm drip down my back. I simply smile, you are my friend after all, and we must trust friends right. I begin to feel a pain, at first I figured it was just my heart aching, for everything good to return to our lives.
It was too late when I worked out it was your betrayal.
The WolvesIf you abandon me now I will not break. I will not bend! I will stand erect, with my feet planted firmly on the land you left me in. I will not linger over your trespasses. I will return the favor. If you feed me to the wolves I will return leading the pack. If you leave me to die I will return stronger than ever. My will knows no bounds. My memory, an unfathomable depth. I will remember and I will not forgive. When my vengeance is satisfied I will leave you to the wolves you created.The Wolves1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
This is your mistake.
Vengeance VengeanceVengeance2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
L’être humain aime la vengeance. Aussi bien morale que charnelle. Ce sentiment si fort qu’elle nous procure, cette douce “vendetta”.
Même ceux qui sont d’apparence sainte aime voir leurs concurrents plier le genou de temps à autre. Que cela en est réjouissant, parfois…
Passant de l’homme le plus cruel, la femme la plus sadique jusqu'à l’homme le plus innocent et la femme la plus chaste. Une fois que cette folie vous prend, plus rien ne compte sinon l’effondrement de votre ennemi.
Certains préfèrent attendre des années pour voir l&
Waxing on a Friend, DepartedI don't remember when we first met. Perhaps we never met at all, but rather we always existed together...both of us walking forward, tandem spirits intertwined. It was such a simple thing, him and I, neither one of us speaking as though we were separate entities. As much a part of me as I was of him, we were symbiotic creatures traveling down the same path towards an unknown end. Where that twisted trail would lead us neither of us knew, yet there was no fear or hesitation. He was my stability and I was his vessel. With both of us connected by the same life blood, there was no darkness that couldn't be illuminated and no crevice that could not be scaled. We climbed mountains and marveled at how far we'd come. We dove to the deepest depths of the loneliest oceans and somehow managed to breathe. Through all of it, he was with me. Yet, for as well as I knew him, I cannot describe him. I don't know how he looked because he didn't have a face. I don't know the sound of his voice for he spokWaxing on a Friend, Departed2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Rainbow RealityYesterday I was a pretty pony with a rainbow mane, long locks flowing, radiating light and life and love and joy. Today— Today my hair is short and black. He says he’s disappointed to find it isn’t real. But what is real?Rainbow Reality2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
We watch a program about forensic science, she and I. I say I don’t trust fingerprinting. What proof exists that no prints are alike? Just because it hasn’t happened doesn’t mean it can’t. I could never serve on a jury, I say, because I accept nothing with certainty. Certainly not an eyewitness account—not even my own. What if you saw me die? she asks. What if you saw me murdered? I hesitate. She knows just how to raise my hackles and says, What if it was the cops? Would you testify against them? Well sure but I couldn’t assert any facts, I could only say what appeared to be. How do I know it wasn’t staged? How do I know it’s real? To me it’s a matter of ontology. How do I know anything is real? H
Letter_36Hi everyone.Letter_362 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Josh is here. I hope that you're all doing well.
I have a cold right now, and my voice isn't right at the moment.
I just wanted to say that I'm happy.
Happy for the friends and loved ones I've found since joining deviantART.
Some days, I wonder why would you want to talk to me.
And I get into this dark spiral. Where I imagine things going really wrong.
But I want you to know that it does get better.
That life can be really wonderful.
I know it's hard sometimes. Things come our way that we don't expect.
But it's important to not give up.
Everyone's fighting a battle somewhere.
I know that I have. I've said things to myself, in the moment really horrible things.
I think we all go through that at some point.
But it's important to not give up.
To remember the loved ones we have.
That's all I wanted to say.
I hope you have a good day.
And stay safe and happy.
A tribute to Edd Gould. The creator of EDDSWORLDA tribute to Edd Gould, the creator of EDDSWORLDA tribute to Edd Gould. The creator of EDDSWORLD2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
J.C. and Suki were in London. They were walking across town.
Suki: London sure is a great town. We could come here with the family someday.
J.C.: Yeah. It's a beautiful place. Full of good people as well.
(J.C. stops by a store)
J.C.: I'll have a coke.
(The cashier gives J.C. the coke)
Suki walks to a flower shop.
Suki: I'll take a couple of roses.
(The owner gives Suki a red rose and a white rose)
J.C. sat by a bench, waiting for Suki. He looks up into the sky, seeing how beautiful it was.
J.C.: Just a beautiful day.
(Suki arrives with the roses)
Suki: I got the flowers.
J.C.: Okay, let's go.
The two of them started walking until they arrived at a cemetery.
J.C.: This is the place.
The two of them walked in. They looked around the cemetery until they arrived at one grave. They looked to see that it was the grave of Edd Gould, the creator of EDDSWORLD.
J.C.: (sighs) Here it is. The grave of Edd Gould.
J.C. sets the can of c
Need To Get AwayI need to get away.Need To Get Away1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
I need to leave this place need
to start again.
But I can't. How can I? This is
where I grew up,
where I first rode a bike,
where I first drove a car -
where I first saw
I need to get away.
Everywhere I look -
everywhere I look she was
I need to get away.
I need to leave this place, need
to start again.
But I can't. How can I? This is
where she would spend hours reading,
where she would always get a dark coffee with milk,
where I first told her
Where she rejected me.
I need to forget.
It will kill me to let go of her. My first love. But she doesn't
I need to get away.
I ShatterMy pieces fall to the floor, crack, and shatter some more. As I waited for someone to pick me up, I couldn’t help but notice the floor was so cold. It was bare and bland. No rugs or furniture; just stone and dust. The floor of forgotten feelings and tears. The floor of broken promises and fears. And there I waited; weeping. But my crying went unheard. Where did they go? The ones filled with empty promises and false warmth. Will I see them again? Do more transparent emotions and noble lies await me?I Shatter2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Who will put me back together?
Colors of a soul #1I been watching you grow, sitting here, by the tree in the middle of this long roadColors of a soul #13 days ago in Emotional More Like This
i have seen it all, the good and the bad,
I've taken them all
each and everyone,
I have loved them all,
each person is like my son
I know the fears that threaten to make you hide
but closed eyes wish far too much
and i have walked for so very long
I have taken toll,
of all the scars, and what each one becomes
just as all that glitters isn't gold
the daylight doesn't mean anything good
to someone who cant shine like the sun
but take my hand
yes take hold
I'll guide you to till the end of you or i comes
i have sat on the ledge, felt so broke,
freezing in the cold,
with a fire that warms me none
i have seen every soul
yes every single one
and their so beautiful
your so beautiful
if only you could see what you can become
if only you knew how strong, how long you could go
if only you would put down that gun