and also to take my mind off things

RIP To My Youth

and you could call this the funeral

My first Jughead imagine, this is part one, if you guys enjoy it I’ll keep it going. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader 

Description: Jug and the reader have been best friends since they were kids, but lately, things have changed, Riverdale has changed, Jug has changed and Y/N thinks maybe it’s time she changed too. 

Warnings: ANGST ANGST SO MUCH ANGST YO (maybe a couple o swears)

Word count: 2088

Part 2

It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.

I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him. 

Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.

Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.

The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks. 

As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.  

Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.

I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.

I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.

I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.

Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.

The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.

I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.

And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.

Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.

The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.

I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him. 

Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass.  Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.

justhilarrieous  asked:

Hi there, I don't know if this was asked, but due to illness I couldn't be online the past few days. The first thing that came to my mind when listening to SOTT was how vocally challenging it is. Do you think they will change the arrangement for live performances or can Harry pull it off easily? Thanks and take care.


I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well. I’m right there with you.

The vocal parts are very challenging. For one thing, much of the song is in a higher part of Harry’s chest voice range. The falsetto is also not easy to sing. These are dramatic voices, to my interpretation. They represent different personas in the song, which are then united in the second verse (I have a super long post coming soon to clarify what I mean; it’s really, really long and probably unreadable but…there it is).

The song requires an arc that starts with false reassurance/ promise, progresses to questioning, then to realization, struggle and resolution. You can hear it in the progressive build up of musical instruments, in the drama of the production, as well as the thickening of sound (with the addition of the human chorus). 

The harmonic structure of the song shows a suspension of chordal progression until the very end, when Harry sings “we’ve got to get away.” Then it becomes very clear that this was where the song was going the whole time. The resolution on the downbeat, on the home key (the tonic key) of “We’ve got to, we’ve got to” is obvious. 

The singer has to hold his voice in reserve until the very end, because this is where the struggle and the drama is at its height. I expect that when performed live, it will send shivers through the audience, because of just how shocking it is. 

Harry’s voice is astonishingly good in the recording. It is minimally processed, and the small production effects (reverb, digital duplication of the falsetto) do not alter the fundamental clarity of his tone, which is superb. 

I expect the SNL performance to have a full band, a small chorus (at least sopranos, altos, baritones). Of course we won’t hear the reverb effects, etc., but I think Harry will pull it off.  Even when his voice was not at its best, he performed his solo in Drag Me Down (2:58) in the London live session remarkably on pitch and without terrible tone. His solos in BBC1 Infinity was passable when he barely had a voice. He is a real musician! I think he’s going to be so, so great on SNL that I will be able to flip off all the “real music” assholes who ever doubted him. Even if I have to drag my sick ass to their offices (virtually of course), I will have the smuggest face ever. 

I hope you feel better soon. Much love,


Things I Learned From Shadowhunters o2.o7:

o1. i’m getting significant voldemort vibes from valentine.
o3. Simon is the cutest thing in the world and he needs to be protected at all costs. (Preferably by Raphael?)
o5. Alec being too embarrassed to look at Jace is such quality content. Bless you, Shadowhunters.
o7. I am so turned on by Magnus holy shit.
09. Luke just looking at his sister as she bleeds out on the floor made me laugh so hard. Am I a bad person?
1o. 23 minutes in and still no Raphael. Why am I watching this show again?
12. I question Clary’s life choices frequently.
13. I take it back, that was smart, Clary.
15. Simon’s mind is so blown oh my God, I need more scenes with Simon and Jace.
16. Alec: I don’t overthink things. Also Alec: Overthinks overthinking.
17. okay but the way alec is cluching magnus’ shirt right now excuse me i’m dying
18. that pout though.


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Diary of a Black Male: Entry #46

I met this girl at work a few of months back. I thought she was cute so I gave her my number, but I told her we would talk business. Her name is Melanie– short, brown skin– one of those delta sorority sisters who sounds mad country. She wanted to work on this piece with me– at least that’s what she made it seems like. She wanted to do a spoken word visual about growing up in poverty as black people. I thought she had a great vision. I let her know that it was a really good idea. I was kind of excited to be honest. She called me that same night to talked about it and everything sounded like a go.

We made arrangements to meet up to actually discuss this vision. We sat down and thought about different ways to portray the different ideas. We had gone through a lot in our short time on this earth. We came from different backgrounds, so she never saw the things that I saw. She told me I introduced her to a new world. She told me she liked that about me. I wasn’t sure if it was the compliment or not but at that moment I felt some real ass chemistry. Before you know it we started to share some personal thing about our life. She told me she appreciated how open and transparent I was. Things had got really deep.

Maybe a little too deep, I could tell it had gotten a little overwhelming so I asked if she wanted to go for a walk. She agreed and we went outside and just start walking. It felt great. I love nature. I love everything about it. It kind of helps me feel free. I could tell she felt a little better herself. Finally, we had a seat on the bench that was right outside this coffee shop. She told me that she was glad she ran into me when she did. She told me I seemed like a great guy and she could the two of us becoming really great friends. I agreed. I definitely saw that too.

I cannot lie. That shit made my dick tremble a little bit. Don’t ask me how or why– just know that it did. I made the suggestion to link up again some other time. I told her we would have fun and the next time we link up we didn’t have to talk about the heavy shit. After that we kind of said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Later on that night she thanked me for listening to her. She told me she has always had so much to say but no one to really say it to. She told me that was the reason why she wrote– to say the things she couldn’t say to anyone else. Ironically, that was kind of the reason why I started to write. I used to write just to clear my mind. I wrote anything from poems to essays– outside of university work to journal entries.

The more she revealed about herself the stronger my attraction towards her became. Sometimes when she would speak I could just hear the passion in her voice. It was the sexiest thing ever. She made my dick tremble quite often and didn’t have to be talking about sex. Bruh, she told me a story about how she had to go off on her co worker– I swear I couldn’t help myself. That shit was sexy af. She just started going in and I could hear myself saying, “damn, I love you” I was thinking to myself, “this chick might be wifey.”

Over the span of couple months we had gotten really close. Sometimes when she came over she would spend then night. We had gotten really close. I felt like it was about that time to take our relationship to the next level. I felt like I could be myself with her and I felt that wholeheartedly. We had already gone on a number of dates. There was no reason why we weren’t already a couple. I had been thinking about it for weeks. I had even called my best friend to ask for his opinion. He gave me his blessings and that was all I needed. I trusted his word. He always had my best interest at heart.

That night I called her and asked her if she could meet me at the coffee shop. The coffee shop was the symbol of our relationship. It symbolized the pinnacle of our growth. It was apart of our history. We met there often to talk about our project ideas and to talk about life. That coffee shop meant a lot to our relationship and I wanted it to continue to be apart of us.

That night I told her to meet at the coffee shop so we could talk about this idea I had. It had been awhile since we actually sat down and talk about our ideas. My ideas often came to me while I was laying in bed. I would usually write them down before I go to sleep. We called each other every night before bed. I guess that’s why I’ve been thinking about her so much lately. I didn’t think about much of anything at night other than spending time with her. I guess you can tell how much I really liked her.

She called me to let me know she was close. I had already ordered some tea and sat on the outside. Before she got off the phone she told me that she had something to tell me. I had no idea what she had to say but it made me nervous. I was already been kind of nervous to finally ask her out despite being so close but it added to my anxieties. All types of things started to go through my head. I called my boy back real quick to calm my nerves but as soon as he answered the phone I could see Melanie pulling up.

I told him I’ll call him back and greeted Melanie. She smiled and gave me hug as usual. Everything seemed to be fine and my nerves seemed to have calm down. She asked me about the ideas I had. I kind of wanted to know what she had to say to me before I got into why I asked her to come out. I just told her away. I told her about a few project ideas for this short film I wanted to do. I wanted to document black hair and what our hair means to our identity. I wanted to focus on standard of beauty and natural hair for both men and women. There were some other things I wanted to discuss but I was too anxious to find out what she wanted to say to me.

She started to mention the weather and asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. She knew I loved shit like that. I thought it was going to have one of those romantic moments you read about in story books. After awhile my anxiety dissipated and I was actually feeling pretty good about everything. While we were walking she grabbed and held my hand. She told me that she really like me and maybe even loved me. I was excited and a little relieved but I also had butterflies in my stomach. I could only smile despite the discomfort.

She mentioned her ex. She told me she wanted to tell me something and it had to do with him. I could feel myself getting sick to my stomach. My anxieties were going through the roof at this point. I stopped walking. I stood there and waited for her say something disappointing. I just had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me I wasn’t going to like what she had to say. Then she looked over to me and said “my ex is actually my husband” I just looked at her in disbelief. Apparently they hadn’t gotten a divorce but they were just separated– legally at least.

He had been overseas for six months on a mission. She said that he was coming back and that he was going to kick her out the house they had together. She told me they had some type of agreement but that didn’t matter to. She lied to me. She was never really honest with me. This entire time I thought I had really found someone to me. I thought I finally found someone. There was not enough unconditional love that would make me forgive her so easily. I couldn’t believe I let this happen to me.

She had a whole ass husband. A whole ass military nigga. I got so sick that I actually puked. I had to leave. I had to get away from the situation. I didn’t know what else to do. She could have told me about this. I don’t know why she hadn’t told me this to behind with. There had been so many opportunities for her to tell me about this but she waited until the moment I thought she couldn’t do any wrong.

She told me that she had more to say but I couldn’t take it. I didn’t want to hear it. I just went home. I didn’t even call my boy. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. She had been hitting me up that entire night but I refused to answer. I just put on some Jazz music and internalized everything gotdamn thing that has ever happened in my entire life up until that point until I just fell asleep of exhaustion.

I felt so empty and incomplete but I also had this heaviness about myself. I didn’t want to talk to her but I knew I wouldn’t feel better until I found out what else she had to say. I shut myself out from the world for a couple days. I just hadn’t been feeling like myself. I hadn’t returned any of her calls and to be honest it was eating me alive. I needed something to help me take my mind off of Melanie. I thought if I invited another woman over that she would help me take my mind off of things. I thought she would make me feel good– make me feel like myself again.

I called Jasmine. We used to mess around from time to time. I hadn’t seen her in awhile. I ask her if she wanted drop after she got home from work. That usually meant she would come through for sex. I thought that was something I needed but when she got there I just wasn’t feeling it. I could barely function let alone entertain a woman while the entire time I was thinking about someone else. I didn’t make me feel any better. I actually felt worse. I thought she would be fun. I thought she would’ve brought me out of that shitty mood I was in but all she really wanted to do was to have sex. I guess I got what I was asking for.

I had been too detached to do anything remotely close to sex and Jasmine didn’t like it. She had gotten really upset so I just asked her to leave. While escorting her out Melanie pulled up.

anonymous asked:

Hey babe~ (do I sound like Zen lol) could you do a HC with a MC that is really sensitive. For example, get a way too excited when they get little gifts like a book or bubble tea. Yet, even the slightest thing wrong can make them get really depressed. You can see that I'm not a stable human being. I become gullible just by the smallest acts of kindness and literally started crying today because someone broke my eraser in half. I'm a high schooler so I obviously have issues...

(sorry for the screaming I got excited that I’m not the only person like this,,,,)

-You’re both just a couple of sensitive puppies.
-If one of you is upset, the other is upset.
-You guys are a mess.
-But in the nicest way possible.
-You both understand each other so well because you’re so similar with your emotions.
-You can also bet Yoosung will be right with you getting excited over bubble tea.
-You both get hyped over every little thing, it’s invigorating to have someone to scream and freak out with.
-You gets very protective when he sees you crying. Even if you try to pass it off as not a big deal, it’s a big deal to him.
-Someone made you cry and that’s not okay.
-He’ll make things right, sometimes meaning he gets whoever did it to apologize, sometimes they refuse.
-When you get depressed, so does he. He likes to hold you to make you feel better, but if you don’t like that, he talks about other things to distract you, and hopefully makes you laugh.
-It always works.
-He’s worried about how you can be so gullible to nice things people do for you and keeps an eye on everyone that is being too friendly. If they do anything he doesn’t trust, he intervenes. It’s not so controlling to the point of over protection and manipulation, he steps off when you tell him to. He’s just keeping an eye out for you.

-So. Cute.
-Cannot. PROCESS.
-Because you get so excited, you are like the biggest cheerleader for his acting.
-He gets a new role, you are buzzing with excitement. You ramble about how amazing and talented your boyfriend is as you jump and clap in excitement.
-Really feeding his ego, aren’t ya?
-But, he hates when you cry or you get depressed.
-He always panics, no matter what it is.
-He doesn’t care if it’s something small. He always takes it seriously.
-Your emotions are valid. He really stresses that if you ever feel like a wimp for crying over things.
-In his eyes, tears = upset, and it’s his job to fix whatever it is.
-You can’t be so gullible to kindness _____ the wolves are gonna get you~
-He is secretly extremely nervous about you trusting people so easily because the wolves. He’s scared of someone taking advantage of you and you not realizing it until it’s too late. It might even keep him awake at night occasionally. You can bet that anyone who takes advantage of you will be fought.
-When you’re depressed, he’ll take you out somewhere to get fresh air and clear your head, while also giving you reassuring words and joking around in hopes to cheer you up.

-She gets very flustered every time you cry.
-She can be such a mom about it.
-You have no idea how many tissues she keeps in her purse at all times.
-She sees you tearing up and frantically rustles through her purse for tissues.
-But she loves how excited you can get.
-You can imagine the amount of fangirling you do together.
-It makes giving you special little gifts “just because” even more rewarding because even if it’s just a new book you can’t stop smiling and thanking her.
-She loves making you happy like that.
-She’s learned a thing or two about relaxing since she stopped working for Jumin, so she is able to calm you down when you start crying.
-She gives you little presents when you get depressed since you get so happy over even the smallest thing.
-It never fails.
-She isn’t too worried about your trust in everyone that is kind to you. She finds it nice that you see everyone with such an open mind, like you see everyone as good.
-She’ll know when to keep you in check, though, if a bad person tries to take advantage of you. If anyone were to take advantage of you, they’d definitely hear from Jaehee.

-You’re very emotional and he’s very emotionless (well, on the outside)
-He’s very good at keeping you out of stressful or overwhelming situations somehow.
-It’s like he has a sixth sense that tells him when you’re getting upset.
-He can sense your distress from a mile away.
-So you have nothing to worry about.
-He can tell when you’re getting upset and he will immediately take you away from whatever is bothering you and calm you down.
-He wipes your tears gently off your cheeks and kisses where they used to be.
-You’re going to have to work even harder to keep him from spoiling you after he sees how excited you get over the smallest of gifts.
-He loves putting a smile on your face, so he will buy you little presents everyday if you don’t stop him.
-He eventually realizes the gifts are more special if they aren’t an everyday thing.
-Overall, he is very good at handling your emotions for you.
-Lots of supervision when he realizes how easily you trust others. You have such a pure innocent soul it kind of worries him. You could easily be taken advantage of, but he will never let that happen.

-He doesn’t tease you nearly as much when he finds out how sensitive you are because he would hate himself if he made you cry.
-When you do cry, he tears up too. He’s really sensitive to your emotions.
-Anything that makes you cry is valid to him. He won’t judge you for crying over spilt milk because if it’s making you cry, it means it’s stressing and upsetting you, which is not okay.
-You got along with Seven at first because when either of you were excited, it rubbed off on the other, and he always entered the chatroom energetically.
-Even now, as Saeyoung, he is still affected by how excitable you are.
-He feels like his old self again because of you and your positivity.
-Because of that, when you get depressed, it’s like his world is dark.
-He does everything he can to make you feel better.
-Expect lots of bubble tea.
-It’s no wonder you fell for Unknown, you’re so gullible, which is worrying. He is very protective of you because of that. If he gets suspicious of someone, he voices his concerns. Thankfully, because of him, nobody takes advantage of you.

-You don’t have to worry because V never does anything that could make you cry. He’s so gentle and considerate, you have nothing to worry about.
-Also, anytime you do cry, he manages to cheer you up and calm you down perfectly.
-When you get depressed, he’ll ask you to read him a story. That way, you can take your mind off of whatever is bothering you.
-It usually works. If it doesn’t, he’ll give you reassuring words. They never feel like empty words either because you know V in sincere.
-Whenever you get excited over little things like books and bubble tea, he just stares at you with the most peaceful, lovestruck smile.
-A “that’s my beautiful wonderful other half wow i love them and they’re all mine” smile
-The excitement makes his life so much brighter than it used to be.
-So I guess you can say you’re his light.
-He’s very trusting of people also, but he’s cautious after what happened to Rika. He doesn’t trust new people like he used to, especially people around you. He acts like nothing is wrong, but he observes everyone that gets close to you. He calms down soon enough, he just doesn’t want to lose his light. He’s paranoid.

-If anyone ever makes you cry, they are immediately on his bad side.
-“I want them to die.”
-“Saeran, it’s okay. They just broke my eraser.”
-“Your point?”
-He hates seeing you in tears, but he loves when you get all excited over something he sees as minuscule.
-Like he’ll offer you the last of his food when he’s done eating and you get so happy. Or sometimes when he asks if you want to go out on a date you become ecstatic.
-It’s refreshing having such unconfined positivity buzzing next to him all day.
-It makes it even more sad when you’re upset because he’d rather see you smiling over bubble tea than crying.
-Even if it’s something small, he is very concerned. You being sad makes him sad, so when you get depressed, he hates it.
-He’s not good at finding the right words, but he never leaves your side when you’re sad, no matter how long it is.
-It shows how much he truly loves you and how concerned he is for you.
-He doesn’t trust people at all, and you’re overly trusting. You balance each other out. Nobody will dare take advantage of you when they know Saeran is with you because if anyone were to do something to you, it would be the last thing they did.

You wanna play?- Ethan Cutkosky

Lazy days with Ethan were the best kind of days. The day was filled with watching Seth Rogen movies and listening to new music. We didn’t really do anything productive. The only thing that might have been considered productive was showering. However, right after I showered I threw on my typical lazy day outfit, which consisted of one of Ethan’s shirts and panties, so maybe it wasn’t exactly considered productive. When I got back downstairs I found Ethan playing one of his video games on the couch, we had been in that same spot for 3 hours.

“Stupid car,” Ethan mumbled, his brows were furrowed in concentration. Every time he’d blink, his dark long eyelashes swept across his cheek. His cheeks had a slight pink tint, the light highlighted the highest points of his cheek. My eyes wandered to his mouth, his plump bottom lip was taken between his teeth. Ethan’s lips were perfect, they were so full, pink and pillowy. My gaze dropped down to his biceps, his muscles flexed as he gripped the controller harder. My eyes were glued on his constraining muscles until I heard the clacks of the buttons getting louder and faster. My attention then shifted to his fingers that moved the buttons at a high speed, his index finger was wrapped around the knob of the controller, spinning it in fast circles. He was so deep into his game that he hadn’t noticed me staring at him for the past 5 minutes.

“Shit, I totally could have gotten that,” his tongue sat at the corner of his mouth momentarily, then ran across his top lip and back down to his lower lip in a slow moving action. His gesture emphasized the fullness of his luscious lips causing a warm feeling in my stomach. Fuck. How did Ethan manage to turn me on by just playing a video game?

“Ethan…” I whispered, moving closer to him.

“Hmm?” His gaze was still focused on the screen in front of him. My frustration was building up quickly.

“I want you,” I half pleaded.

“Want me to what?” Still, he didn’t look at me. His confused expression humored me, his fingers slowed a bit before picking up the pace again. I wanted those fingers to be doing something else.

“No baby, I want you,” I hoped he’d understand what I was getting at. I didn’t just want him, I needed him.

“Oh? Ohhhhhhhhh,” finally, he understood what I meant. I placed myself so I was straddling his thigh. A small smirk appeared on his face but was over taken by a panicked expression as a loud boom came from the tv.

“Shit! The other team is catching up,” he yelled causing me to groan and throw my head back out of frustration.

“Eth…” I whined, I didn’t like being this needy.

“Just ten more minutes, babe,” he pacified. He took his hand off the controller for a few seconds and put his hand on my back, pushing me closer to his body. After our bodies were as close as they could get, his hand went right back to the buttons. The small contact sent butterflies to my stomach, my body always reacted to his touch.

I buried my face in his neck feeling comforted by his body heat, my lips pressed a small kiss on his exposed neck causing him to squirm a little. I continued to repeat my actions all over his neck, I moved my mouth to his favorite spot to be kissed and placed a lingering kiss there which earned a quiet moan from him. Victory.

If he wanted to play, we could play. Slowly, I removed my shirt (well Ethan’s shirt) from my body, leaving me in just my panties. Ethan bit his lip again, but kept his focus on the game. Maybe he was doing it on purpose now. His eyes flicked down to my bare chest, he shifted underneath me. I placed a long kiss on his soft spot again, this time I sucked harshly on the skin, surely leaving behind a mark.

I moved slightly against him to readjust myself but my intentions changed after it caused some much needed friction. The thin material of my panties were getting wetter by the second, I rubbed myself against his thigh again, picking up the pace.

“Wh-what’re you doing?” he stuttered, his hands chucked the controller on the other side of the couch and finally I was met with those big blue eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck for more stability and moved faster against him.

“Ethan, feels s'good,” I couldn’t suppress my moans. Ethan’s hands moved to my hips, guiding me to ride his thigh even faster. He kept one hand on my hip, helping me move against his thigh, and moved his free hand to my chest. His hand kneaded my breast, his index and forefinger pinched the bud of my nipple. His touch was exactly what I needed. My back arched and my moans got louder, Ethan’s lips wrap around the bud, and swirled his tongue a few times before biting down softly and pulling at it with his teeth. Ethan removed his lips from my breasts and leaned in close so his mouth was right by my ear.

“You’re so dirty, baby. You love riding my thigh, don’t you?” I could feel his hot breath on my ear, causing goosebumps to raise on my skin.

“Fuck y-yes,” the ball of pleasure in my stomach intensified each second.

He reached over to grab my ass, giving it a tight squeeze, I rubbed myself harder against the rough fabric of his jeans. His hand trailed to my front of panties, with his hand cupped, he rubbed harshly, my breathing hitched in my throat and I had to bite my lip to refrain from screaming. It felt so good. The material was soaked making it easier for me to move on his thigh. The combination of his rubbing, his dirty talk, the friction caused by the rough material of him jeans almost felt like too much. I could feel my stomach tightening.

“Come for me, baby” he cooed, his voice was seductive and slow.

My eyes screwed shut and my body tensed but Ethan allowed me to ride out my high, he moved my hips faster than ever, then he slowed down his pace, then picked it back up. I felt that ball of tightness in my abdomen finally explode, flowing through my entire body. Whimpers and throaty moans escaped from my mouth, I rested my head back on his shoulder, my chest rose up and down quickly and I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks.

“I’m so good, my thigh made you orgasm,” Ethan says after a minute of both of us winding down. I could practically hear the dumb playful smile on his face. I lifted my head off his shoulder to see his face, his eyes were glistening and his face was flushed.

I put my lips against his and murmured, “I’m so good, I’ll make you orgasm without taking off your clothes,”.

Soooo yeah. Please be nice and keep in mind that I’m new to the whole writing thing! Also, there’s a ton more coming. Send in your requests- M💚

anonymous asked:

HI!!! I'm currently studying my HSC and am now 4 weeks until trials and I was wondering if you have any study suggestions for revising or anything you can suggest??? I downloaded your study planner and tried to keep on top of that but I can't figure where to start for trial studies!!!

Hey! Ahhh, my first year trials were the reason I started by studyblr! They sucked the life out of me. I was dreading them. Plus I hated English with a passion so my motivation was soooo low! Anyway, here are a few things that I did second year that really helped:

  • print off the syllabus of your classes - use it determine what you do and don’t know. Put a squiggle next to things that you definitely need to revise! The syllabus is like an outline of what could be coming in the exam so be sure you use it fully. Look each each point and use it to format your notes. Look at the themes and questions that they place along side the dot points! You can go back and tick off things as you review them.
  • write/type up notes - I typed up my final study notes and it made life a lot easier! I used OneNote and it was really easy to format them in my note taking structure. I would also rewrite these notes in mind maps or flashcards to help me memorise. The briefer you can make them, the better. 
  • go beyond your textbook - I can not stress this enough (especially in HSIE subjects). Your textbook generally gives you an overview and a little more of extra information however you can research everything yourself. For instance, legal studies and history require evidence to prove a point. The exams aren’t going to ask you to tell the marker how legislation is made or about how Hitler grew up. It’s going to ask you something specific - like it’s role, how important something was, if it is effective. Use the internet to find this out!! Historians, reports, articles, etc are all perfectly valid sources that show the marker you understand more than just the background information.
  • write practice essays - honestly, such a helpful thing to do. They don’t have to be full 1200 words, just a few bullet points per paragraph with your key ideas. I wrote a practice essay on international law prior to my legal HSC exam and then the question turned out to be on transnational law so I had a perfectly crafted paragraph stored in my brain. If I hadn’t written that essay, I’d have screwed up that section for sure!
  • do practice papers and time yourself - being able to time manage and understand the exam format is crucial. Try to get yourself to be writing about 700/800 words (ish) in 40 minutes. 
  • read sample answers - another miracle I found whilst studying. Check if your school library has the HSC workbooks from previous years. Just reading other peoples essays can really teach you about structure, what vocabulary to use, and where the markers are seeing how good their writing is. 
  • utilise my study planner - thank you for using it already!! Try to study for at least an hour a day. For trials, we had the week off apart from going in to the exams. I would replicate the school day and dedicate as much time as I could towards studying. Use the planner to loosely map out the times. You don’t have a schedule everything to the hour. Just rough estimates that don’t really matter should you go over.

I’ll link you to a few other things that might be helpful for studying:

Best of luck with everything! If you need anything else, just let me know :-)


I am pretty sure some of you guys have already read the article that was written about B.A.P on a French Magazine when they went to Paris for their PARTY BABY Tour. All I have to say that I was quite frustrated on what was written about them even though they were interviewed personally, they still have the very guts to write such demeaning article.

Yes, the lawsuit may have done them wrong but in my opinion, I’m quite happy they did that lawsuit because they need to stand up for what they believe is right especially when you are working for an entertainment agency, you need such agreement that will allow you to work at a schedule that would not cause so much of a harm to you physically and pay you correctly. Yes, the lawsuit made them lose their so called “popularity” but in my opinion, popularity is nothing to them. This is where I’ll go on ahead to talk about the passion of music that B.A.P have that many other groups may seem to lack.

B.A.P has this passion that other groups may not have. Yes, idols have passion towards what they release out in the industry but it seems to me that the music that are released are music that is trying to out-beat other idols music making it becoming a trend of music instead of music that speaks about the idols themselves, meaning a music that speaks to their own heart or life. 
B.A.P has released many passionate songs that speaks truly about their own personal life from their albums to solo songs (SoundCloud, LIVE Performance).

Yongguk has written so many songs about things that are going around the world (society), that at first listen, it is hard to grasp what it is trying to convey but the more you listen and pay attention to the lyrics, it is an emotional song. The members too have helped and composed their own songs by writing whatever is within their heart and aren’t afraid to let us listen to it. I noticed that Zelo’s composition are mostly about himself of being in the industry at a very young age and what he went through in the world (song: “no title” & “blessing”). 

Ever since they debuted, B.A.P has always experimented with different genres which I totally love because it is not your every day usual K-pop trendy songs that are very catchy. The ultimate different genres that you are able to listen is in the album < NOIR >. Different genres are blended in together that you cannot really know unless you pay attention to it. 

In my opinion, no. What’s really important is ones music. Like I said at the top, passion towards music is very important because without passion, how can you continue to create such amazing songs?

Why I say it’s an “honor of stanning B.A.P”? It is an honor because B.A.P is still B.A.P even after the whole lawsuit. They never gave up even though it was evident that there was no returned but they kept trying. They not only supported each other but BABYz also during their hardest day. They tried to communicate to us (especially Daehyun) to tell us that “EVERYTHING IS OKAY” when really they were hurting in and out. 

Their accomplishment may not be recognized by the whole nation or world, but we recognized them. Their angel hearts of donating and how they inspired many of us to do the same to the least fortunate. 

They inspire many people to continue “living” when they were about to give up. They are very humble about the winnings they get saying that their winnings is not about them but for the fans who worked hard. They are loving and caring not to only each other but to their fans. 

They are basically an inspiration to everyone and especially to me.

Keep reading


Hello, guys! Today I decided to post something different… For starters, this is not a request. Second of all, it is a true story (about me and my boyfriend), but with some modifications of course.

Hope you like it!


“DRINK, DRINK, DRINK, DRINK!” The small crowd around us were chanting. As soon as the 3rd shot from the night went down my throat I knew I was drunk. I’m a light weight, I get drunk very easily, sorry. I looked over to Harry and he looked a little be woozy too.

Harry’s closed a bar to make some small party to his team, the ones who worked alongside him to make the masterpiece it is his album. I worked very close to him, so the logical thing was for us to become very good friends. The type of friends who have inside jokes, who would spend all day together working, but also having the best times of our lives.

The thing is… I fell for him. Don’t blame me, have you looked the guy?! The first time I realized I loved him was when I went away for a weekend to see my family and my sister’s new daughter and when I came back, he hugged me so tight and kissed my neck. Oh boy, that’s when I knew I wanted to be with him. There’s just one small problem: He has a girlfriend. Of course he has a bloody girlfriend! The first time I actually fall for someone and the guy has a girlfriend. A beautiful one.

One that, in this moment, decided to jump in his arms and kiss him right in front of me. Truth been told, she never liked me. Not even before I realized my feelings for Harry. She was polite to me just to not cause any fights with him, but sometimes she would through some shades and whatnot. Harry was oblivious to this hate. He’s such a good heart, the poor boy, that he doesn’t even realize how much of a snake his girlfriend actually is.

Not wanting to see this kind of thing in my current state, I decided to go to dance floor and just enjoy my drunk mind. You know what is the problem of my drunk self? I instantly become someone extremely honest. If you ask me anything in this world, any secret or something like that, I will say it. I will tell you everything that is going on in my mind in that moment. And let me tell you, not the best night to be drunk…

I was dancing, minding my own business, when a friend decided it was a good idea to take me back to the bar to drink some water. And drink a margarita.

And that’s when all hell broke loose.

I vaguely remember seeing Harry’s girl. I, also, vaguely remember turning to my friend, pointing is this girl’s face and saying “Someday, I’ll make out with her boyfriend. Do you hear me, Y/F/N? Mark my words!”

To say she was pissed off is an understanding, she was beyond mad. She was screaming to Harry about my not so subtle comment. I didn’t have time to think things through, my friend were already taking me away from them. A part of me knew he heard, but the major part of me just didn’t care. It was about time he realized my feelings for him. The ball was on his field right now. If, after tonight, he didn’t come after me, I was giving up on him. For good.

I was back to dancing and I don’t even know how long exactly I was dancing when I felt someone grab my waist. We’re dancing to the sexy beat of the song and I had no care in the world in that moment. I could feel his strong hands on my waist, I could feel how hot the dancing was becoming and, most of all, I could feel it was him.

“Your girlfriend is gonna kill me.” I giggled turning around and meeting his green eyes.

“I solved the problem. I broke things off with her.” He looked at me curiously, trying to see what would I do next.

“I’m not gonna be with you tonight, you know? You just broke up with your girlfriend of 8 months!” I told him and let go of his shirt, that only then I realized I was holding it.

‘Ok.” He said and backed away. He send me a small smile before going back to the bar.

You know, I’m very aware that being with him so soon after he broke things off with his girlfriend was wrong, but I didn’t care! I spent so many months wanting to be with him, to kiss him and feel what’s like, to finally be able to hold him, that I fucking didn’t care.

Like a girl on a mission, I went straight to the bar after him. He was slowly drinking some whisky and didn’t notice my arrival. I stopped by his side and told something that was going against all my morals.

“Do you think if we disappear people will notice?” I asked, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Yes.” He smiled back, already getting up from the stall.

“Do you care?”

“Not at all.”

And before we knew it, we’re on the back of the club, kissing each other hungrily. Ok, I knew I wanted to be with him for a while, but I haven’t realized he wanted me as well. His lips molded perfectly with mine, his big hands holding my face, pressing me to the wall. We’re both quite desperate, to be honest, desperate to finally be with each other, to finally put an end to that damn sexual tension that seems to surround us all the time.

“Hello, guys!” Niall stepped in by our side, breaking us apart.

“Ok, I think we need to have a chat.” Gemma looked at us disapprovingly. They lead us to a small room, that has no one in it and the music wasn’t so loud.

“You both know this is wrong, right? Harry, you just broke things off with your girlfriend. It doesn’t really matter if you wanted Y/N or not, is still wrong!” Gemma reproved him for his actions.

“And you, little miss, you know that as soon as you go back to normal and the alcohol left your system, you are gonna regret this. That’s not you, you would wait for a while before kissing him, not an hour after his break up.” Niall handed me a glass of water.

He was right. This was wrong. This wasn’t me, this was the alcohol. If I were sober, we wouldn’t be here right now.

“We’re gonna leave you two to talk. Be responsible here, kids.” Gemma left the room followed by Niall.

A lot of things were running through my mind and all the built up emotions decided to show up. I could feel my eyes tearing up and I hated myself for wanting to cry right now.

“I don’t regret it, y’know?” He spoke slowly. He was on the opposite side of the room, watching every thought running to my mind. “I’ll understand if you do, I’m just saying I don’t.”

“We’re horrible people! Harry, you just broke up with her and an hour later we’re kissing each other?! That’s terrible! Even tho I didn’t like her and I wanted to be with you for a while, this is not something you do to someone.” I told him, trying to hold back the tears but failing miserably.

“Ok, shh, breathe…” He wiped away a few tears. “First of all, don’t feel bad for her. She didn’t like you either and she definitely doesn’t deserve your kindness. Second, I wanted to break up with her for months now. I just hadn’t had the courage to do it. Third, I actually like you. I didn’t kiss you because I wanted to fool around, I went after you because I couldn’t take not being with you anymore.”  

“I actually quite like you too, you dork.” I smiled at him. He caressed my cheeks, wiping a few more tears away before his lips were on mine again.

“Where this leaves us?” I asked, pushing him away a little bit.

“We’re gonna figure it out. You and me, right?”

“Yes.” I smiled.

“FINALLY!” Gemma and Niall screamed in excitement from outside the room.

“Seems we have an audience.” Harry smiled and kissed my forehead. “C’mon babe, let’s go back to the party and enjoy it, shall we?”

“Hell yeah.”


Soooo, what did you think? This is basically the story about how me and my boyfriend got together and I felt like sharing with you. 7 months and going strong, people! Anyway, tell me your thoughts here. And please share it if you liked it (I hope you did).


All the love,


anonymous asked:

Did u see his liveshow?? He was like "so much has been happening this week let me tell you about it in 5 months" aka when it's not so difficult to talk about im :(((((

IM SO FUCKING SAD DUDE, have you seen his twitter as well? @vanillasolitude just sent me a screenshot with him calling himself a disappointment, my heart is breaking, and I’m usually that person whose like - Dan and Phil can look after themselves. But look, guys, Dan literally, literally seems to be struggling with his content and what he wants to do on his channel, and having people spew so much anger at him for doing something fun that would take his mind off of things is???

He also said that he put on HOLD the “important” video, like, fuck guys. And it’s not helping that everyone seems to think Dan owes them some sexuality talk or something like that

try again {part vi}



word count: 1,033

A/N: Ahhh last part!! I hope you guys liked this series

“Baby, just breathe.” Shawn encouraged. My face scrunched up in pain every five minutes or so because of contractions. We had finally made it to the hospital and Shawn looked relieved. I wouldn’t let him drive to the hospital until my contractions were ten minutes apart. By the time I changed into the hospital gown with Shawn’s help, the IV was stuck into my hand, and I got comfortable in the stiff hospital bed, my contractions were already just five minutes apart. Shawn had finally calmed down enough to attempt to soothe me, and for that, I was thankful.

My fingers were laced between Shawn’s and I only squeezed when I felt a tight cramping in my stomach. Shawn repeatedly asked me if I was alright, to which I replied with, “No, but he’s worth the pain.” He, referring to our baby, was most certainly worth the pain. This was what I had wanted for so long. Having a baby is what I had longed for. I wasn’t going to complain during labor because a baby was what Shawn and I wanted and this was part of having a baby.

“What do you think he will look like?” I asked Shawn, trying to take my mind off the pain. Shawn traced my hand with his thumb while thinking for long while about it.

“I think he’ll look like me, but with your cute nose and your eyes.” Shawn finally spoke. I smiled at his words and thought about what Shawn said. I imagined what he thought he would look like and felt my heart gushing over in adoration already.

“Well, I hope he looks exactly like you.” I told Shawn. He disagreed.

“Nope, he has to look at least a little bit like his momma.” Shawn said. Seconds later, another contraction caused my lower abdomen to cramp with pain. I squeezed hard on Shawn’s hand. To pass the time, I asked Shawn to bring my makeup to me. I knew Shawn would be making pictures later so I wanted to look slightly presentable.

I patted foundation on and put a few coats of mascara on while Shawn sat in the chair beside me, shaking his head and laughing. I shot my eyes over at him.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“You’re in labor and putting makeup on. I can’t believe you’re doing this.” He chuckled.

“Well, I’m sorry that I don’t want our son’s first glimpses of his mother to be horrifying.” I said sarcastically.

“You’re beautiful, especially right now.” Shawn cooed. He held my hand again and kissed my fingers and knuckles softly. I knew what he had just said was a lie, but he was trying to make sure I was in the best mood possible today. I knew my face was probably swollen from all the pain medications I was being given at the moment. The fact that Shawn would think I’m beautiful right now made me love him even more. I handed him my makeup bag and he walked across the room to put it away.

“Ma'am, we need to do a c-section, it appears you won’t be able to naturally birth the baby.” A nurse said while bursting through the door.

“A c-section? Why?” Shawn quickly replied.

“Your baby is breech and it’d be safer to deliver him via c-section.” The doctor who finally entered the room spoke. I looked at all the nurses and the doctor in front of me, then to Shawn. I must have looked nervous because everyone in the room tried to calm me. “But we need you to stay relaxed. The more stressed you are, the more stressed the baby will be. Okay?”

I waited for Shawn to return after leaving with a nurse. Since I was no longer doing a natural birth, he would have to put on scrubs just like everyone else. When Shawn came back into the room, he walked over to me. He held my left hand in his hand while he stood above me. He whispered encouraging words to me and kissed my forehead occasionally. The surgery was beginning and I looked up at Shawn to take my mind off of things.

Soon after our baby was born weighing a healthy seven pounds and three ounces, I found myself struggling to stay awake. Shawn was also tired, as we had been up since two this morning timing my contractions. The nurses took our baby boy to the nursery after seeing how exhausted we both were, despite Shawn begging for him to stay. As much as I wanted him to stay, we both needed rest.

I awoke hours later to a soft cry and then Shawn’s voice trying to calm the cry, telling me our baby was in the room. I opened my eyes to see Shawn holding our child close to his chest, rocking him back and forth.

“We can’t wake up mommy. She’s tired.” Shawn spoke lowly. I pretended to still be asleep just so I could listen to Shawn talking to our little boy. “Shh, don’t cry. It’s okay, little guy. It’s okay.” Shawn said in response to another almost silent cry. I opened my eyes finally and turned towards Shawn. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake me up.”

“It’s okay, Shawn.” I assured. I was happy that Shawn’s voice had woken me up. I already loved seeing him spend time with our son.

“I asked the nurses to bring him in here. I mean, what if they get him mixed up with another baby?” Shawn sounded genuinely concerned and it was amusing.

“Oh, yes. I’m sure the only baby in the nursery that looks just like Shawn Mendes will get sent home with another family. I can see the news headlines now.” I said, laughing, but stopping as soon as I realized how much it hurt.

“Are you okay, love?” Shawn asked. I nodded, trying to let the pain disappear before speaking again.

Shawn and I sat in the hospital room for the rest of the night, taking turns holding him. Miraculously, he didn’t wake up even with all the movement. Shawn and I admired him while he slept so peacefully.

anonymous asked:

Hey,, Sorry - I know requests are closed atm but someone really close to me just passed away and I've been needing something to lift my spirits.. Anything fluffy as all shit is fine I just need to take my mind off things

14 and 27 from the last post? Please you can write it with modern!kylo? Thank you a lot, and I am sorry for my English

It’s alright hun, my requests for drabbles are still good so I’m gonna do this little piece for you. I’m sorry for your loss and may they rest in paradise. Keep your chin up and feel better (in due time of course). I hope you like this :)

(also to the other anon, don’t apologize your English is perfectly fine :)  )

Modern AU Triplet Kylo Ren +  “You did not just wake me up at 2am just because you’re in the mood… We aren’t even dating.” +  “Is that my sweater?”

Suddenly you felt yourself being roused from your sleepy state by a deep whisper.


Your brows furrowed as your eyes just barely started to peel open. Even in your blurry line of vision, you could distinctly make out Kylo’s face before you. You were used to waking up randomly when living with the Solo-Organa triplets, but never had they dared rouse you from deep slumber this late in the evening. 

You groaned, “What?”

“Wake up.”


“Come on.”

Seeing you still not budge even the slightest Kylo groaned as walked around to the other side of the bed. To your surprise the mattress dipped as he scooted closer to you, feeling his broad frame brush against your back side your eyes instantly shot open. Practically falling off the side of the bed you moved away as you glared over your shoulder at him.

“Whoa! What the hell?”

“I’m trying to wake you up.”

Your brows furrowed, “You did not just wake me up at 2am just because you’re in the mood… We aren’t even dating.”

Kylo sighed, “I’m aware. That’s not why I’m waking you up.”

Your brow arched as you waited for him to continue, obviously wondering as to where this was going. 

“I have something I want to show you.”

You sighed, “Can’t it wait until the morning?”

“It won’t be here in the morning.”

You paused for a moment, considering the patient expression on his face. For the time you had lived with the triplets, Kylo had continually been the most closed off, the most abrasive. This was not a side you were used to seeing. Maybe, just maybe, it would be worth entertaining his change in mood.

You groaned, “Fine.”

He gave you the faintest hint of a smile you had ever seen grace his features before climbing back out of the bed. Slowly you sat yourself up, stretching as far as your limbs would allow with a little pop in the joints. Humming in content you lifted yourself from the warmth of your bed.

“Bring a coat or something.”

You rubbed your eyes, “What?”

“It’s outside, get a jacket.”

You sighed as you gave Kylo a nod, “Alright.”

Turning to your dresser you quickly pulled out one of the drawers as you fished a sweater out from the collection. Content with how heavy it felt you slipped it over your head and carefully shimmied yourself inside. Looking you over Kylo suddenly paused with furrowed brows.

“Is that my sweater?”

You shrugged, Kylo seemed to be hesitant. Almost offended that you were in possession of one of his sweaters. You yawned, “Where’s the thing?”

Kylo nudged his head towards the balcony, the very small perk of your apartment. Despite your lack of enthusiasm for the complex as a whole, it was certainly a perk you did not expect to have. Luckily for you, it was spacious enough to fit all three hulking triplets and yourself. Sliding open the door Kylo moved aside as he allowed you to pass him to the outside. Yawning once again you wrapped your arms around yourself. 

To your surprise it appeared as though Kylo had already been out here, a telescope was sitting on the edge of the balcony and a whole array of cushions placed before it. It looked surprisingly nice and in a way, peaceful. Closing the screen door behind you Kylo moved closer.

“Come sit.”

Not bothering to wait for you, he sat himself on the cushions, adjusting himself comfortably. With a sigh you brought yourself beside him, gently seating yourself beside him. The second you found yourself on the cushions, you suddenly felt the warmth of a thick blanket engulf your legs. Kylo had splayed it out across himself as well as yourself, protecting you from the frigid night air. 

“Why are we out here?”

Kylo looked to his phone for a moment before he nudged his head towards the sky.

“Just look.”

You sighed, already fed up with his vague answers. Obliging to his request you looked up to sky, wondering what on earth he could have possibly woken you up for. The instant your eyes went to scan the sky however, you found yourself instantly slipping into awe. Not only were the stars shining particularly brighter, but a blaze was flying through the sky above you. The Haley’s comet itself, gracing you with it’s presence. 

Taking note of your suddenly jubilant expression Kylo smiled, “That’s why.”

Though he wouldn’t tell you, Kylo had taken special notice of just how down you had been feeling as of late. As the quietest of the triplets he was naturally more of an observer, and considering how much he already watched you, it was only a matter of time before he caught on. To him, this was a hopeful gesture to lift your spirits. 

“It’s beautiful”, you smiled as the haze of sleep disipated.

Kylo smiled faintly as he pointed to the telescope, urging you to take a closer look. Practically scooting into his lap you leaned in towards the telescope, dying to get a closer look at this spectacle. 

Seeing your strain to get a good angle Kylo suddenly placed his hands at your hips, moving you into his lap effortlessly. Despite your cheeks turning ablaze from the contact, you comfortably settled into his lap. Looking up into the telescope you smiled, staring at the comet in awe. 

Though Kylo enjoyed the view of the comet flying across the sky, he couldn’t help but smile in content at the sight of you finally smiling. It felt like it had been weeks since he had seen your genuine smile, and now it was beaming across your face. Pulling away from the telescope you sighed, turning to look at Kylo over your shoulder.

“Thank you.”

Kylo gave you a faint smile and nod before he turned his attention back to the sky with you. For the first time in a while, you were content and so happily in awe. All thanks to the least likely candidate under your roof, Kylo. 

source: entering my third year as a college student and second as an RA
additional sources: if i haven’t done something, my freshman year roommate did. or we covered it in RA training.

  • fraternity parties aren’t worth it:

you get sticky and upset and the jungle juice is going to give you the worst hangover of your life. you’ll think you can handle it, but you can’t.

(plus, if you go to a fraternity party without a guest list (i.e., you can just walk in), it probably wasn’t approved/it’s not legit!! fraternities have really strict insurance guidelines they’re supposed to go by)

not trying to scare you, but you might also fall down the stairs. (best case scenario: it’ll suck. worst case scenario: you’ll get seriously injured.)

BETTER SOLUTION: if you really, really want to have the “frat party” experience, go, but have someone staying sober with you and watching out for you. otherwise, the safest best is to make friends with someone who knows how to party RESPONSIBLY, or better yet, just don’t! it’s cliche, but there are ways to have fun without alcohol. (my campus hosts huge parties at our student center with tons of things to do / free food! your campus might do something similar— or if they don’t, ask!)

  • go to class (*):


we both know you’re not going to fall for that one, lol.

check the attendance policy!! this will differ from class to class, school to school. most of my classes, however, have had 3 unexcused absences to use however you want, but after that, any absence other than for hospitalization or death of an immediate family member, etc., impacted your grade.

so, plan your days carefully!! if you’re given three, my advice is to use one near midterms and one near finals for your own mental health / to have a break / to work on things for other classes (saving one to use for when you’re actually sick / not using your third one). only use them if you need to, though, and only if it won’t put you at risk for getting behind in the class you’re skipping.

  • get involved on campus:

it will benefit you! i promise!

no matter how busy you are, or even if you’re an off-campus student, make time for at least one extra-curricular organization. this will help you meet people outside of your major (but with similar interests), which will not only help you feel connected to campus and learn about the subject of the organization, but will really help you with networking! showing dedication to an organization or two (especially if you take on leadership positions) will also show future employers that you’re dedicated and focused to a cause.

(note: i’m definitely biased. in the two years i’ve completed at my institution, i’ve been involved in at least 7 organizations, plus off-shoots and projects and committees for those organizations. you don’t have to be me. but try one at least!!)

  • keep an open heart and mind:

at college, you are expected to grow— a lot will be asked of you! embrace it!

many schools are putting heavy focus on diversity and inclusion, with really good reason. go out of your way to experience things you’ve not seen before. check out the multicultural groups at your school and, if they’re open (inclusive vs. exclusive!), check them out! our multicultural groups (asian american student association, black student alliance, latinx student union, and spectrum, our LGBT+ group) all cover really informative topics, often have fun games and yummy food to share, and even work with one another to cover topics of intersectionality!

college will challenge your perceptions on a lot of topics. listen to your heart and mind, but don’t be afraid to grow! a lot of amazing opportunities lie just outside of your comfort zone.

  • take care of yourself!!:

i know that you’re a capable adult! but your parents / guardians / etc. aren’t here to take care of you if you get sick, and while every school is different, dining hall options aren’t generally known to be the healthiest.

make sure to remember to get some fruits and veggies (and for my fellow vegetarians/vegans, that you’re remembering to get protein!), and make sure you know your options if you get sick! my campus has a health center where you can see a doctor and get some prescriptions filled. (there’s also a hospital on campus because we have a med program / if you need a different level of care.)

note!!! this also means taking care of your mental health too! college can be very stressful, and we’ve learned that many mental illnesses begin to present in the high school and college age range. if you think you need help— get it. you’re worth it. ❤️

this is by no means an exhaustive list, but something that i’ve seen a lot of my friends and residents (and even myself!) struggle with!
i’m always around to give advice if needed, too! 

HAVE FUN, FRESHMEN! we’re rooting for you!!!

anonymous asked:

Do you have any resources for writing characters on the autism spectrum?

Hello Anon,

Some of my most beloved characters in recent history also happen to be on the spectrum. Who comes to mind: Don Tillman of The Rosie Project/Effect, Christopher Boone of The Curious incident of the Dog in the Nighttime, and Marcelo Sandoval of Marcelo in the Real World.

One thing I noticed right off the bat about all three is the books are written in the first person POV of these characters. This POV is always the most effective way of gaining insight and understanding to your protagonist. No matter what, this intimacy between a reader and the protagonist will take away having to explain “why someone does what they do" and fills it in with how they feel about a matter.

If you are considering writing a protagonist on the spectrum this POV is worth considering. I have no further knowledge on the topic but there are wonderful articles listed below, that do a much better job of advising:

This is a thoughtful article to start with:

This article does a wonderful job of comparing behaviourizing vs. Humanizing approaches:

This one has a good analogy for a neurotypical person to gain insight:

Here is a list of characters on the spectrum to take a further look at:

Please note. This is an incredibly brief overview of sources to get you started. I strongly suggest you do further research. Just like with any character you would want them to be unique, compelling and relatable first. If you approach this by attempting to create a relatable character, who happens to be on the spectrum, you are on a good track.

Happy Writing :)


That First Night

Characters: OC/Reader x Dean Ambrose

Summary: OC and Dean are into each other and finally get talking on Seth’s Birthday. Flirting and Cuteness as they return back to her room.

This is based on a dream I had about Dean Ambrose last night. While not as smutty as the last few things I’ve written (still not over my AJ fic, I even started a part 2) I thought I’d write it down as I’ve been on a Ambrose hype for the past few days and I’d like to remember it.

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Love is…Unconditional (Epilogue)

Banners by the astounding @akai-echo . Beta’d by the talented and inimitable @eala-musings . Written for @thegirlfromoverthepond .

Summary: Even after three years, Katniss Mellark still cannot resign herself to the death of her husband. When Peeta Mellark returns, she is willing to go to any lengths to keep him with her, even agreeing to abandon everything and embark on a journey that will change everything she believes about love, regret and the persistence of hope. A story in three parts.

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Epilogue - Five Years Later  

I wiped down the last of the tables just as the sun set beyond the mountains that were visible from the main thoroughfare of District 12.  Open only one year, Mellark’s Tea and Coffee Shop was already considered a fundamental part of District 12’s downtown culture. Some of it had to do with the clever nature of the shop, which doubled as a used bookstore where people could read as they took their coffee or tea.  But I could not deny that the use of the already familiar Mellark family name was also critical to its success.

Why not? I will always carry the name Mellark.

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1. Relax

Relaxing is one of the most important parts. It helps you take your mind off things, and will help you become more motivated to do your work. Read a book, take a bath, watch a movie, anything!

2. Go over the notes from the week before, and if possible, rewrite/type them for easier reading.

It doesn’t matter whether if you don’t have homework in that certain class. Going over the notes will help you in the long run, and will also prepare you for any upcoming pop quizzes or tests that the next school day.

When I have time on the weekends, I do rewrite my notes to make them neater. It helps me retain the information and mark any important information I forget to add during class.

3. Update your calendar for any upcoming events/update bullet journal or planner

Just a way to make your life more organized the next week.

4. Do your homework

For my classes, homework doesn’t count as an academic grade, but it plays an important part for citizenship.

DO NOT SKIP YOUR ASSIGNMENTS. I REPEAT, DO NOT SKIP YOUR ASSIGNMENTS. You have homework to go over what you just learned, and also provides you with harder problems that may come up on a test. Doing your homework also means you can study off from it when there’s an exam coming up.

anonymous asked:

What would chocobros do if they're cam chatting with s/o at night, all of a sudden, a black shadow moves behind s/o but they didn't notice because they're busy chatting away. chocobros tells s/o about the black shadow, s/o admits their place is haunted but can't move until they find a place. s/o let's them know they haven't been hurt by it yet but irritated by it cus it keeps them awake most of the time at night.

oh my o: SPOOKY

Noctis: His brow furrows right away, and he’s already out of his seat at their words. “What, for real? Do you wanna stay here for a few days? We can find you a place if you really need one.” Of course, he can’t afford to just leave his partner alone, so he tells them to call him if anything at all seems odd; he’ll come over and beat up the ghost if needed. 

Ignis: Normally he would call the entire thing preposterous, but given there is so much still unknown about daemons and the differing forms they can take, he’s forced to take it seriously. He’s pulling on his jacket as he speaks, “Shall I come to pick you up? You may stay with me until we can find you an appropriate… ghost-free residence.” 

Gladio: He immediately frowns. “That doesn’t sound okay. There’s no telling when it’ll come to get you at some point.” He realizes a bit too late that saying so probably doesn’t help his partner and their irritation. “Hang in there, okay? And call me if anything happens. Anything.” Later he’d also offer to help them find a new place to move to, preferably somewhere close to him.

Prompto: Shivers go down his spine, but he sucks in a breath and forces himself to sound brave. “I-I’ll come over! No ghost is gonna haunt anyone, not on my watch!” He soon shows up at his partner’s doorstep with pajamas, blankets, hot chocolate, and flashlights. He figures that leaving his partner alone would be the worst thing to do right now and tries to take their mind off it.