Never getting over Charlie Kirk getting shot in the throat right after he uses it to downplay gun violence. Gotta be a top 3 assassination. Up there with Shinzo getting doohickey'd.
It's on some straight up Greek play shit. Man who uses his voice to justify violence and stir evil for years meets his end as that very violence tears out his throat. Poetic. Captured live from multiple angles. People stole his blood soaked merch to hock and his wife was giddy about sale numbers during his funeral.
i get so emotional every time i think about fanfic culture. it's just so beautiful that people are writing and anonymously posting these thousand-word stories about characters we all love and not even getting any money or public fame from it. it's literally just for the love of the game.
shout out to everyone who participates in fanfic culture, be it reading or writing fanfics. you are contributing to such a lovely thing <3
thank you sooooo much for reblogging my tiny snippet! It means the world to me ♡. Haha, I felt so inspired by your post, that I dropped my assignments lol. I wrote the ficlet in less than two hours <3 anyways I hope you have a nice day/night ͈ᴖ ̫ᴖ ͈
hii, you're welcome. Actually, you don't even need to thank me for reblogging, i should be the one thanking you for writing it. I really loved it!!
i saw someone saying on twitter about a woman who said that her boyfriend was so nervous when propose her that he forgot everything and ended up just getting on his knees saying “please”.
i hope every writer who reads this makes the best of it
warnings & tags .ᐟ: sfw. pure fluff. no use of y/n. written with fem! reader in mind. no reader description. maybe ooc? no beta reader. mild language. stupid jason. a tiny bit lovesick Jason. Still learning how to tag. English is not my first language.
a little sticky note .ᐟ: I thought this tiny tumblr post is as cute as a bug's ear. i had to give it a shot (i tried my best) ;P. please like and comment if you enjoy this tiny ficlet. anywayyyyssss enjoy ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა
word count: approx 994
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Jason has been in a relationship for a long time with the reader, she is the perfect woman for him. Now he wants to take the next step, but proposing seems so muuuuuuuch harder than imagined.
Jason nervously toyed with the small box in his trouser pocket. It was perhaps the size of a peculiar walnut, yet despite its light weight, it felt so heavy in his hand. He let the lid snap open briefly, tracing the delicate stone with the pad of his thumb, before gently closing it gently.
Or perhaps he thought he was closing the lid gently.
He cursed softly when the stupid lid pinched his thumb. Surely it couldn't be that hard - why was he worrying? He didn't even shit his pants when he had the Black Mask standing right in front of him. But that hadn't been Jason. It had been Red Hood who faced the frightening reality of Gotham.
Maybe that was a lie. Maybe he was shitting his pants a little. He took a deep breath before exhaling slowly; his sweaty hands were already getting on his nerves.
For weeks - if not months - he had planned this evening. Down to every teeny tiny element. Meticulously: every single detail, every single scenario. A little too Bruce for his taste. But good God, what would he do if this evening went wrong? He would never be able to handle loosing his darling.
And how long had she been with him by now? No one would put up with his problems for five years unless they wanted to get married. Right?
He tugged at his shirt. He was Jason Peter Todd, for fuck's sake! Who wouldn't want to marry him, right? Right? He rose from his chair and cleared his throat.
Could it really take that long just to wash one's hands?
He turned in a semicircle, his heart pounding in his throat. What the hell was he doing here? He tugged once more at the table decorations and stared down at the bustling streets of Gotham. Up here on the roof, it almost seemed peaceful, silent. The small garden radiated an almost soothing atmosphere.
Dinner went well. Not just well or good, it was great. He had noticed that she had done her nails. Had she, perhaps, suspected after all what his plans for today was? That was a good sign, right? A woman caring about her nails, maybe even expecting a proposal.
His loud thoughts came to a halt when he heard the door open. Seeing her step out into the soft light of the lanterns (which he had lit specifically for the occasion) in her pretty dress, with those stupid kitten heels that somehow turned him crazy. Perhaps it was the way her legs stretched just a tiny bit more, that struck him as even more alluring.
She had reapplied her glossy lipstick. A broad smile was on her face as she walked towards him.
" 'M sorry, that took longer than expected."
He hummed in acknoledgement. He stepped a tiny bit closer and took her hand in his. Slowly, he rubbed his thumb over her soft knuckles.
"Did you like it?" he asked slowly, leaning down to plant a kiss on her cheek. "The food, I mean. I also have dessert downstairs in the fridge."
She smiled and leaned slightly toward him, nodding slowly. The meal had been simple. Jason Todd’s culinary skills left something to be desired - but pasta al pomodoro with Parmesan? That was something he aced.
"Hmmm, nothing compares to Jason Tood's spaghetti."
For a second he just stared at her and runs a hand through his hair.
"Great, good," he murmured, playing with the small box in his trouser pocket. "Fantastic."
She glanced at him, somewhat confused, and blinked toward his trouser pocket.
"You've been fiddling with your hand in your pocket all evening. What's in there?" she snorted, reaching out to tug his wrist curiously. He wriggled gracefully and gently out of her reach and chuckled softly. A tiny, displeased sound left his throat, but still soft. "It's a secret," he grunted.
"You're stupid," she said, her gaze following his. He took a glimpse at her so gently through his long lashes, as if she herself had hung the stars in the evening sky. He kissed her again on her temple.
"Wanna know?"
His words were barely more than a hum. The moment was perfect. They stood close to one another, amidst that familiar banter that so often passed between them. He had written a text of epic length, spanning from the very first moment he had laid eyes on her, and secretly, deep down, knew that she would become his wife.
Even though his mind told him that he shouldn't open up. Who would want to marry a man like Jason? With his many issues and mild aggression problems? From their first date right up to their first fight, after which he spent an entire evening in his apartment (before they moved in together) crying his eyes out.
He slowly sank to his left knee, yet did not let go of her hand. He watched as her eyes widened and her own hands grew warm. His own heart pounded in his throat. He felt as though he could not breathe. And not a single word of his memorized monologue would come to mind.
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out except a hoarse "I-" His hands were sweaty, trembling slightly as, with his free hand, he pulled the ring from his trouser pocket; and nearly dropped it onto the concrete of the roof.
"Sweetheart-"
He never claimed to be a nervous wreck or a helpless simp. But the way she looked at him, so full of anticipation, while barely holding back her own tears of joy… and the ring, looking a little lost inside its box, sparkled in the soft glow of the lanterns.
"Please...", he almost whimpered.
She laughed softly through a few tears that escaped her eyes. She herself couldn't manage to utter a coherent sound - only a wild nod - before leaping into his arms and sobbing, in broken gasps,
i saw someone saying on twitter about a woman who said that her boyfriend was so nervous when propose her that he forgot everything and ended up just getting on his knees saying “please”.
i hope every writer who reads this makes the best of it
Leon planned this for weeks everything needs to go well. He wants privacy because the moment would feel too important to share with strangers. When he drives you near a beach your eye catches a dinner table. You sense something is off.
He leads you to table. Candles…roses…and a red wine. You know where it goes but of course It could be just a date right?? So you don’t let your hopes up. But Leon acts different throughout the dinner. There is nervousness hidden under his usual teasing too. You just wonder what is going on inside of his head.
…
He rehearsed what he wants to say in his head a hundred times right? Then there should be no problem. So he starts to talk.
“Did you like the dinner?”
“Yes it was so good. I didn’t know you could cook something this delicious.”
He just chuckles.
“I…uhm wanted to tell you something”
“Hmhm I am listening.”
For a second he just stares at you. Like he forgot every thought in his head. Then he runs a hand through his hair nervously and lets out one quiet,
“Shit.”
Your heart immediately starts racing.
He reaches into his jacket too quickly, almost fumbling the small velvet box before catching it again.
“Oh my god,” you whisper. You can’t stop smiling.
Leon laughs nervously at himself before looking down for a second, trying to gather his thoughts. Then he gets on one knee and suddenly he looks terrified. Not because he doubts you because he cares too much.
“I…” he starts before stopping again.
Nothing comes out.His ears are turning red now.
You’ve never seen Leon Kennedy this nervous in your life.
Finally he looks up at you with the softest and nervous expression
“Please.”
That’s it. Just…
“Please.”
Like the rest of the words disappeared the second he looked at you.
Your hand flies over your mouth while he laughs embarrassedly at himself.
“I swear there was supposed to be more after that,” he says hopelessly.
You’re already crying and laughing as you nod quickly.
“Yes,” you whisper immediately. “Yes, of course yes.”
The relief on his face is instant.
Leon lets out a breathless laugh before standing up and pulling you into him so fast you nearly stumble.
“You have no idea how scared I was,” he admits against your forehead.
“You fought literal monsters.”
“Yeah,” he murmurs while sliding the ring onto your finger carefully. “Still easier than this.”
i saw someone saying on twitter about a woman who said that her boyfriend was so nervous when propose her that he forgot everything and ended up just getting on his knees saying “please”.
i hope every writer who reads this makes the best of it
it pisses me off that they gave Sam one tv show and one movie as captain america, and for doomsday they brought Steve back. Sam should have been the lead, idc.
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