all others are fake

anonymous asked:

well, if you ever do end up writing a CN take on post-CACW, then I would race to read it! so you have at least one happy commenter guaranteed! (in all seriousness though, I'm sure lots of people would be quite open to whatever you would cook up for that kind of fic, if you ever wanted to dive in to it. you're quite the great writer after all.) :)

Awww, thanks Anon! That’s so sweet of you.  I don’t know what, if anything, I may eventually write in that ‘verse, but glad to know there would be interest.  I am actually really looking forward to getting back to What Happens in Vegas, my almost angst-free fake marriage thing, and all the other wonderful Thank You Fic requests I have sitting in my inbox.  

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it makes me sad to see people dismissing jumin’s affection in the valentine’s day dlc just because he buys so many gifts. 

not everyone expresses their love solely through words or cuddles. sometimes people enjoy picking out items that they think others might like, and enjoy giving gifts as it’s their way of showing how much they care. gifts are not inherently bad, and not inherently a sign that your love is fake or inadequate. 

some people don’t like receiving gifts, and that’s okay! it’s also okay to give gifts if it’s a way to express your love and make others happy! 

disliking jumin’s valentine’s day ending is not the problem. disliking it because you think gifts automatically diminish his feelings is kinda missing the point. 

The actors make the characters in SKAM to be completely honest and without them I feel like it’s just going to feel fake and forced. They are the ones who are making this all seem so real and are making the show amazing and are breathing life into their characters and I actually feel uncomfortable thinking about someone else portraying these characters other than the actors who already do so. It just doesn’t feel right. Regardless of how well it’s done or not it’s just not going to feel right at all without Josefine, Lisa, Ina, Iman, Ulrikke, Tarjei, Marlon, Sacha, David, and Henrik. It’s not going to feel authentic whatsoever no matter how they spin it.

things i learned my freshman year of college

1. don’t worry so much about what other people are spending their time doing.

2. social media is a lie. it’s all fake. it might seem like your friends at other schools are having the time of their lives, but it’s so easy to pretend to be happy online when in reality you are downright miserable. so just because someone’s instagram is prettier than yours, doesn’t mean their life is any happier or better.

3. it’s absolutely okay to sit by yourself at the dining hall and have a meal alone. no one will judge you for it. no one will point at you and whisper, “there’s the girl that eats alone all the time.” i promise you that no one is looking that closely at you. the only reason they would notice is if you make it seem like you’re miserable. so go ahead, order a hamburger and a huge plate of fries, pick up a good book, and eat by yourself. i promise that no one will give a fuck.

4. if you want to sit at home and watch netflix while eating chicken tenders in bed on a friday night, then do it. don’t feel obligated to go out and have a great time if you know that you would be happier just sitting at home. for a long time, i used to think that if i wasn’t going out with friends or studying, i was wasting my time. but that is so not true. you need your alone time, especially when you’re in college, so don’t be afraid to do the things that really make you happy – not just the things that you think will make you happy.

5. grades are important, so don’t slack off. it might seem like you’re doing more work than everyone else, but if other people are getting good grades, i promise that they’re doing just as much work as you are (no matter how many times they say “i only studied for like an hour the night before the test and i got an A!”). you’re not paying a fortune just to party and hang out with friends, so make sure you’re learning and keeping up with your schoolwork.

6. by the end of the year, you will have completely lost touch with many of your high school friends who you promised you would never stop talking to. and that’s okay.

7. make use of the library. it’s there for a reason. find a good study spot where no one can bother you, and whenever you get there, put your phone away and actually get shit done. leave the procrastinating for your dorm room.

8. frat parties are overrated. clubbing is overrated. if you go, make sure you’re with someone you trust. but if you know that you’ll have a better time just hanging out with one or two close friends or curling up in your room with a good book, then do that instead. no matter what the tv shows tell you, you won’t miss out on finding your soulmate just because you don’t go to one party.

9. no one will hold your hand in college. no one is going to tell you “take this, this, and this class” or “study one chapter a night and you’ll be good for the test.” you have to figure that shit out for yourself. in high school, you might have gotten away with studying for a test the night before, but if you do that in college, you will most likely not get the grade you were hoping for. unless you’re a genius, it’s just impossible. so make sure you start studying way before you think you need to.

10. do your laundry. take out your trash. make your room look nice. yes, even during finals week. it’ll make you feel like more of a human being.

11. go to your professors’ office hours. i’ve found that most of the time, the professors are sitting in their office, just waiting for students to come see them during office hours. so if you’re struggling, go talk to them. and don’t wait around until the week before the final. the professor will be much more willing to help you out if you go see them near the beginning of the semester. never, ever, ever be ashamed to ask for help. each time i’ve asked a professor “how can i do better in your class?” they’ve been delighted to talk to me and figure out a plan to help me improve. also, you will most likely need a letter of recommendation from one of your professors at some point in your college career, and you don’t want to have to be that person sending an email to that professor you had three years ago that starts with “i’m sure you don’t remember me, but…” – how do you make a professor remember you? go to office hours!

12. sure, drinking might be fun and it might make you seem cool. it might make it easier for you to be in social situations. but when you are entirely incapable of having fun while sober, that’s when you know you have a problem. that whole “you’re not an alcoholic until after college” saying is bullshit. it’s fine to have drinking be a part of your social life. just make sure it doesn’t become your ENTIRE social life. also, if a party gets too loud and rowdy, do yourself a favor and get out of there before campus police shows up. it’s not worth the stress to have that be on your record.

13. the great thing about college is that you can pick your friends (unlike in high school when you kind of were forced to be friends with the people in your classes), so please choose wisely. be friends with people who do cool things and support you while you do cool things. if someone makes you feel shitty, don’t hang out with them. just straight up tell them that you don’t want to spend time with them anymore, too. life is too short to be friends with people you hate.

14. take lots of pictures – but not just for social media. for yourself, too. so that you can look back on these moments ten or twenty years from now and see how much you’ve learned, grown, and changed.

15. there were douchey people in high school and, unfortunately, there will be douchey people in college, too. but anyone who still tries to be “popular” in college is just setting themselves up for disappointment and embarrassment. so just ignore them. eventually, they will grow up and realize the error of their ways. but until then, stay as far away from them as possible and just do your own thing. “leave lame people to keep doing the lame shit that they do.“

16. i know you’re busy, but don’t forget to call your mom, dad, brother, sister, grandma, grandpa – whatever. if there’s someone back home who cares about you, call them. and more often then you think you need to. because i can promise you that they’re probably worried sick about you.

17. be confident. if you’re not confident, then fake confidence until it becomes real. you are glorious. you are wonderful. once you’re no longer afraid to show your true self to others, you’ll give others the confidence to reveal their true selves, as well. so what if you’re a little chubby? so what if you still have acne? so what if you don’t have clothes that are as nice as everyone else? you’re still a force of nature, and people should be dying to want to hang out with someone as awesome as you.

18. get involved in things. new things. never danced before but always wanted to? try out for the dance team. always wanted to sing but never had the guts before? try out for an acapella group. nothing is holding you back.

19. the whole “no one knows me here, i can be whoever i want to be” is true, but only to a certain extent. you can change yourself in college, but you probably won’t be able to change who you are fundamentally. you are still the silly, goofy, crazy you that you were in high school. so even though you might tell yourself that you want to be friendlier, cooler, prettier, smarter – whatever – don’t lose sight of who you really are, because i can promise you that people will see past your facade. and the more honest you are to people, the more likely they will be to open up to you.

20. be a nice person. hold the door open for people. smile at everyone you make eye contact with. talk to the person you sit next to in class, even if it is a 100+ person lecture. college is hard, and it can be very easy to feel lonely and lost. so just be nice to people. you never know whose day you’ll make. plus, it has its perks.

After all these years High Wizardry is still my favorite <3

I forgot what she says here and I can’t find my book, so I left the bubbles blank aaaa but yal’ll know the scene anyway >-<

also tumblr deep fried this please click on it for the full e x p e r i e n c e 

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I was wondering if you had anything for childhood best friends who grow up and realize they're in love? I've been looking everywhere but nothing has really tickled my fancy! Thanks so much!

Themed Prompts: Childhood Best Friends Realize They are in Love

1. They haven’t seen each other for an extended period of time and seeing each other again, sparks fly.

2. They go through old pictures, all nostalgic, and realization comes.

3. One of them starts seeing someone else. Cue jealousy.

4. Everyone assumes they are a couple already. 

5. One of them is trying to find a relationship for the other and in the process realizes they are perfect for each other.

6. Fake dating! (This is my all-time favorite trope.)

7. They decide to get married because convenience.

8. Someone asks one of them to list the good things about the other.

9. They are separated for some time and just exchange letters/calls and it’s like getting to know each other all over again.

10. They are playing lovers in a play/movie.

11. They move in together and that changes their dynamic.

12. Truth or Dare. Spin the Bottle. 7 Minutes in Heaven… You know what I’m getting at.

13. They are forced to take care of an animal or a child together.

14. Magical means reveal what they mean to each other.

15. Kissing practice.

Third Wheel

It’s late to the party, but here’s my submission for Round 4 of The Great Fic Writer Scavenger Hunt

A week into Dean and Cas’ newfound relationship and Sam’s only just managed to find peace. He’s not sure what part is worst. There’s the way their voices still get all dewy when they call each other “partner” in their public, fake FBI capacity. Or how Dean goes out of his way to feed bits of his meal to Cas. They ought to sit together on one bench, but nooooooo, Cas wants to see Dean’s eyes. Then, of course, there’s the litany of “sounds Sam should have gone his whole life not hearing” thanks to paper thin motel walls.

Still, of all the awful, terrible things, the absolute worst, Sam suspects, is the incident of last night.

It had been late, Dean had been driving, Sam asleep in the front seat. Earlier in the day, Cas had been sitting shotgun, but he’d offered it to Sam so he could stretch out and sleep. Which, for the record, Sam had been doing.

Until he woke up with Dean’s hand trailing up his thigh.

It’s hard to say which of the Winchesters were more mortified by the mix-up. Dean, of course, had snatched his hand away, but Sam decided to wrap his jacket over his legs. Just in case.

Thankfully, as horrifying as the incident was, it had fueled Sam’s argument that Dean and Cas should work a case alone. Sam could stay in the Bunker, work the research angle, and get a quiet night’s sleep for the first time in a week. Dean and Cas would be free to engage in whatever activities they saw fit after the hunt had ended.

Dean agreed and, the next day, he and Cas were trekking off to Idaho to handle a couple werewolves.

Sam’s loving the peace. So far he’s gone on an uneventful grocery run, eaten out without attracting a single strange look, actually managed to get some viable research done and had a blessedly quiet night’s sleep.

Of course, that’s when Cas calls.

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Goals (Part Two)

Packing the items was basically me shopping for new clothing to impress Daveed and his family. A (f/c) dress for the ‘real’ day, brand new outfits for the days I would hang around, searching the depths of Pinterest to find new hairstyles. The whole week was basically full of stress as Daveed also made you listen about his family.

His mother this, grandmother that. We got together at the Hamilton Opening show, we officially called each other boyfriend and girlfriend soon after. All these real facts with fake events intervened.

But after all the hard work and concentration, here we both were, walking to the front door of his mother’s house. Deep breaths were being used between the both of us, stress rising over our bodies. Yet, something calmed my nervousness as we stopped in front of the plain white door. Daveed had intervened his fingers with mine, looking at me almost for permission.

“You ready?” Daveed questioned me, his eyebrow quirked. I smile a bit and nod, swallowing thick spit.

Daveed gripped the doorknob, twisting it and opened the door, chuckling as he shook his head. “My mom never locks doors when family is supposed to come,” he says lovingly. I pull my suitcase and walk inside the house, the smell of food and lovely perfume hit my nostrils.

“Mother!” Daveed called out, shutting the door behind us and put my suitcase aside. Not even a second later you could hear running steps, coming to meet their beloved Daveed.

“Oh Daveed!” An elderly voice called out, barging into the hallway. Eyes landed on both of you.

“Hello mother!” He says as he walks to her, hugging her tightly. Her eyes did not leave mine, smile plastered on her kind face, “Is this her?” She whispered, trying to not be as loud but I still could hear her.

He nodded softly and she giggled a bit as she separated from Daveed and came towards me. I smiled kindly towards her, she then wrapped me around her arms, as if we knew each other for ever. “Oh, (Y/N)! I’ve been waiting to meet you forever!”

“Oh, ma’m, the excitement is the same!” I said with the kind of happiness. Daveed stood there, shocked at how excited his mother was.

We both parted as she gripped my shoulders, looking at my physique. She turned her head towards Daveed, cocking her head.

“You got a real pretty one Daveed! Respectful too,” she stated. Daveed nodded, throwing me a thumbs up at both of our accomplishments. And we just got here.

“Well, since your room is the only unused room, both of you will be there Daveed. Untouched and everything. I even left those magazines you had,” she laughed as Daveed blushed profusely. “Thanks mom, we will be back down when we are done settling in!”

He got his and my suitcase and began taking it upstairs as I carried my travel bag, walking up the old stairs. He opened the door knowingly, seeing blue walls with a big bed in the middle, a tv and some dressers and a desk by the window.

“Your mother is the sweetest ever,” I stated simply. He nodded, putting our bags near the closet.

“Okay, well phase one is complete,” he said jokingly. “Phase one?” I questioned, sitting on his bed. “My mom loving you. Now the other phases to complete.”

“Okay, well since tomorrow is the big day we should head to bed soon and talk about everything,” he continued, sitting next to me, well not even next to me. Practically on top!

With that, the hour or two that was still early was spent getting ready and speaking to his mother. When it was time, we both excused ourselves as well did his mother.

“Okay, I can sleep on the flo-” Daveed began but I cut him off. “No!” I exclaimed way too quickly. I cleared my throat, slowly saying, “no, why would you do that? Just sleep with me!” I said happily, dragging him on the bed with me.

Slipping under the covers, both he and I turned to face each other smiling.

“Good night, (Y/N),” he whispered.

“Good night Daveed.”

alright so basically stirners whole shtick is emphasizing self-interest above all else, and that rights, morality, and all other social constructs etc. are all fake and lame, and should be discarded. conversely, my whole shtick is collectivism, prioritizing the needs of others over oneself, and the deliberate and conscious creation of social constructs in order to shape society toward being more unified and more equal, so this puts me very much at odds with him. i agree with stirner that morality isn’t absolute, but my view is “morality is social technology which should be constantly improved upon through dialectical social processes” while his view is “morality fuckin sucks.”

False Satanism

The only form of false Satanism is Satanism that is exclusionary. 

If you believe that your beliefs are “real Satanism,” and all other opinions are fake and “putting out a bad name for the community,” then you can go fuck yourself. Everyone is entitled to their opinions on everything. You don’t own a fucking word.

I’ve seen some hc’s of Gavin joining the crew after he’s caught badly pickpocketing Geoff, but what if he wasn’t? What if Gavin was the thief who not only robbed the king of Los Santos and got away scott free, but was cocky enough to do it again and again. The first few times Geoff doesn’t even notice, thinks its bad luck, faulty memory, blames himself for the loss and moves on. So Gavin gets cheeky, takes bigger risks and pinches more and more expensive items, escalating until Geoff notices, then further still until the man is worked up into a rage about it.

When Geoff finally catches him (A moment Geoff swears up and down wasn’t orchestrated by Gavin, but even he has doubts) Gavin is decked out in Geoff’s missing rolex, his pricey cufflinks and obscenely expensive sunglasses, his tailored jacket and his goddamn favourite belt-buckle. He has Geoff’s phone, the keys to one hide-out and half-a-dozen stolen cars, a wallet full of cards and one very valuable custom-made beretta. But Geoff has him now, and he’s going to kill him. Except, well. Geoff wasn’t expecting a kid, and he sure as hell wasn’t expecting said kid to treat his aggressive interrogation like a freaking job interview.

Say what you will about his methods, Gavin’s a bright guy and it didn’t take him long to work out where the real power lay in Los Santos. He had no intention of messing around with low level gangs in the hopes of gaining the right attention, of working his way up to the big leagues. No, he knows his talents, is confident in his ability to talk his way into a job once he gets an audience, and boy does he like to make an entrance.

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Hey, I'm looking for some templates for either instagram pages/posts or twitter feeds. I was wondering if anyone could please help me out? Thank you in advance for it and all the other resources you've already given me!




I don't feel like

I don’t feel like talking
What I say won’t be what I want to say
Because I can’t express this hopelessness
And they won’t listen anyway

I don’t feel like working
It’s never good enough for you
You always crave more than I offer for
My brain doesn’t allow me to

I don’t feel like being
My existence was a mistake in the first place
If I’d get a chance to make actions undone
My entire existence would be erased

I don’t feel like feeling
The bad things in my brain should go
The good things they hurt just as much
I know things that I don’t want to know

I don’t feel like knowing
What it’s like to be awake
When all the others are sleeping
And the next day they say you fake
A yawn because you want attention
I just want to be where I belong
Being aware of surroundings and existence
To not have gaps thatre god knows how long
I want to sleep without having people tell me
That now is not the time for naps
Because when you are asleep at least
You have an excuse for all the gaps

I don’t feel like playing
In this game if you cheat and
Don’t care about the other players
I’d rather give up than to be beaten