and they wonder why i never talk to them

Deep Ass Starters.
  • Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!
  • "What's holding you back?"
  • "I'm not comfortable with this conversation."
  • "Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"
  • "Let me in sometime!"
  • "It's not that easy, you know."
  • "Help me understand."
  • "It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."
  • "Why are you always so cold?"
  • "Why are you always so happy?"
  • "Are you really happy now?"
  • "Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"
  • "What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"
  • "Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"
  • "It's a problem, I get it."
  • "This is all kinds of messed up."
  • "That's not exactly a good coping method."
  • "So what happened, with your parents, really?"
  • "What was your childhood like?"
  • "Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
  • "My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."
  • "You were bullied? What for?"
  • "Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."
  • "You can't just run away all the time."
  • "You can't just hide all the time."
  • "Are you still thinking about them?"
  • "I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."
  • "Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"
  • "How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"
  • "You never talk about it, why?"
  • "How come you're so different around them?"
  • "It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."
  • "You seem so perfect. I don't get it."
  • "What was your ex like?"
  • "I don't think I was ever good enough for them."
  • "Are you not comfortable being intimate?"
  • "Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"
  • "Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."
  • "Are you scared of being hurt?"
  • "Have you ever been taken advantage of?"
  • "Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"
  • "I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."
  • "You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"
  • "You use people to make yourself feel better."
  • "I'm scared of being used again..."
  • "Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."
  • "How long has it been since you lost them?"
  • "You're too attached."
  • "I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."
  • "Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."
  • "Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"
Jealousy meme

requested by @momokitty27​! i set it up into a few different categories so it’s not just for couples but for a whole range of relationships!

for couples

  • “I noticed them checking you out.”
  • “Were you checking them out?”
  • “So… they’re good-looking, right?”
  • “Don’t lie to me and say you don’t think they’re hot.”
  • “Just admit that you like them.”
  • “Come on; even I know that they’re hotter than me.”
  • “It’s not fair that they get to be around you all day and I don’t.”
  • “They were hitting on you.”
  • ‘I know you liked it when they were hitting on you.”
  • “Would you like me more if I was more like them?”
  • “They’re not (funnier / cuter / better looking ) than me, are they?”
  • “Are you going to leave me for them?”
  • “Would you leave me for them if you had the chance?”

for characters talking to their unrequited crush

  • “You deserve better than them.”
  • “They’re not even that good-looking.”
  • “What do you see in them?”
  • “Why do you stay with them?”
  • “Wanna tell me what they did to upset you this time?”
  • “If I had someone as wonderful as you, I would (never forget our anniversaries / always cherish you / etc).”
  • “You should just leave them.”

for characters talking about their ex

  • “I wonder what they’re doing right now.”
  • “Their new (boyfriend / girlfriend / datemate) isn’t right for them.”
  • “I can’t stop thinking about them with their new (boyfriend / girlfriend / datemate).”
  • “They moved on so quickly.”
  • “I get angry thinking about anyone else having them, even though I don’t have them myself.”
  • “Do you think they were cheating on me with their new (boyfriend / girlfriend / datemate) before we broke up?”
  • “They never looked at me like they look at them.”

for friends

  • “I noticed you hanging out with (character’s name) lately.”
  • “You hung out with them and didn’t invite me?”
  • “I feel like a third-wheel.”
  • “They’re pretty fun, right?”
  • “Maybe I shouldn’t come and let you two hang out together instead.”
  • “I know that they’re more interesting than me.”
  • “You two have more in common, anyways.”
  • “It’s alright; I have other friends.”

for children characters talking to their parents

  • “No! I don’t want a new (brother / sister)!”
  • “You like (sibling’s name) more than me.”
  • “If I get a new (brother / sister), you’re going to love them more.”
  • “We haven’t played together since you had the baby.”
  • “I hate my (brother / sister)!”
  • “They’re not better than me! They can’t even use the bathroom right!”

random

  • “Am I hotter than that person?”
  • “So many people have achieved so much by this age, yet here I am.”
  • “I’m a better (cook / surfer / etc) than them.”
  • “They’re not even that good at (cooking / surfing / etc)…”
  • “I look better in this than them, right?”
  • “Do you think I could pull off that (hat / dress / etc) like them?”
  • “Whatever; I’m not jealous.”
She picked something from her table and walked towards her bed. She smiled lightly and sat down slowly. “I will never meet a lot of people. I will never be able to know and understand why people act the way they do. Even if I still can’t understand them perfectly, I knew that I can relate to what they were going through. Some things will never happen, some lessons will not be learned. And some of the greatest people I met will be forever strangers to me. Yes , I will never be able to tell you the wonderful memories—if that one thing never happened to me. If it occurred differently. I will not be talking about the stars if I haven’t experience the darkest of nights. I will not be mesmerized by how the sun rises if I wasn’t awake until it comes. I will not be in love with the sunset if I wasn’t waiting for the day to end. I will not be talking about heartbreak if it doesn’t happen to me. I will not be moved by sad movies if I never felt pain. I will not be talking about deep meanings behind things if I only used my eyes for trying to realize something. I will not be here if I made a different decision. If I chose a different option.”. She looked up and gave him the thing she’s been holding. A thing he thought she will never have. A piece of paper where a date was written. The day when they met each other. The day when he had seen her alone, reading one of her favorite books. The day when he was silently listening to his favorite music. “I was starting to move forward when you saw me. And I never expected that there’s still someone who would want to be with me when I started to stand and walk. I am moving on, and so are you—from two different reasons—but it feels more precious when we decided to do it together.”
—  ma.c.a // I Remember You
Aliens and Autism

But aliens learning about autistic people and being confused by our behavior !

“But why don’t you treat them equally as well?”

“No, we totally do!” The human, Lorie by name, looked hurt and confused.

‘Todd’ (their name was very very long but they liked this English human name) shook their head. “No, you don’t. You treat them like they aren’t as marvelous as the rest of your species. One said they were made to feel ‘broken’ when we spoke. That is not good.”

Lorie reeled. “I… I thought we had started doing better. Accommodating their illness.”

“Illness?” Todd was confused now. “But they are not ill. They are not made to the same neurological specifications as what your medicine defines as nominal for your species, but they are as exceptional and unique as your entire species amongst us. Your species seems to have an exceedingly arbitrary limit to how much a person may be ‘eccentric’ before you shun them.”

Lorie’s cheeks heated. “I’m ashamed, but they make us uncomfortable.

“But you tolerate Bill, and he is obnoxious, makes unwanted references to mating, and prioritizes physical contact over others comfort. He just received a promotion. Does he not make you uncomfortable?”

The human tech couldn’t meet the Yotruvan’s eyes. “I suppose you need a mirror to see your own face. Thanks, Todd.” She smiled but Todd did not think she was happy, and he was confused.

Days later, Potre pulled Todd aside. “Hey, Todd?” The Yotruvan remembered not to look this human in the eye and kept the amount of space they were comfortable with.

“Yes, Potre?”

“Did you talk to the other humans? About me. Me, I mean.”

Todd could not judge their emotional state by their voice, but their posture seemed to express fear and hope, an odd combination. Yotruvans expressed little in tone or facial expressions but their amorphous body made them excellent at displaying and reading body language. “I asked why they treated autistic members of your species poorly.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Potre made a small movement and Todd nodded, acknowledging their gratitude and friendship. Potre walked down the hall and Todd was left again wondering at how often humans would thank others and never explain what they meant.

Remarkable species. Always surprising.

Submitted by: @katjohnadams
post breakup AUs

because i haven’t seen enough of these around and i am so here for angst:

  • “today was the first family gathering i’ve been to since we broke up and my little cousin that absolutely adored you asked where you were and i had to lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the tub for a half an hour and look through a folder on my phone of pictures i took of you to feel okay again¨ AU
  • ¨i still have your phone number memorized even though i haven’t called you since we split and somehow i remembered it even though i’ve had like six shots of bourbon and hey, i know you’re pissed that you’re here at this dingy club at 3 in the morning to pick my drunk ass up, but you have to admit that’s pretty impressive¨ AU
  • “i’m pretty sure if taylor swift and i were in a competition of who could write the most breakup songs in one night, i’d win by a landslide because i still set two plates out for dinner even though i eat alone and it’s almost pathetic because we’ve been broken up for ages but i’m still not over you” AU
  • “so i know we haven’t talked in like, two years, and that things ended pretty badly between us but what the fuck do you mean you’re engaged to be married¨ AU
  • “yes, i know this is your sweatshirt and that we broke up five months ago but it’s really comfy okay. i totally don’t wear it because like it still smells like you or is the only thing that even remotely feels like home since i moved out. pfft. absolutely not.” AU
  • “look, i know we agreed to be friends and everything but that’s what everyone says when they break up. i can’t take you asking me for advice on how to ask out the new person you’re interested in, okay? it’s killing me” AU
  • “oh hi, totally didn’t expect to see you here at this one hole in the wall coffee shop literally no one in the entire world besides you knows about. what a coincidence.” AU
  • “it´s my [insert family relation here]´s wedding and seeing all these happy couples is killing me and all i can think about is how this was almost us” AU (bonus: “i know that it’s two in the morning and i’m dressed really formally and a little (a lot) bit drunk but i couldn’t stop thinking about you after my grandma asked how you were doing also can i come in it’s freezing out here”)
  • “i still have your sister’s scarf and i know it’s stupid but i’ve been hoping maybe one day you’ll come by and pick it up so we’ll be forced to talk again because i haven’t seen you in months and i’m maybe kinda sorta still in love with you” AU
  • “i know we were never officially together or anything but seeing that picture you posted on [insert social media] with him/her literally felt like you carved my heart out of my chest and stomped on it and i’m not really sure why i’m leaving this voicemail but my pillow still smells like you and i miss your stupid face” AU
  • “we have a lot of mutual friends so we see each other more than two broken up people usually do and i know we’re not really close anymore but you’re wearing that stupid (adorable) hat you always wore when you were upset so tell me what’s wrong because it’s literally killing me to see you look so sad” AU
  • “so like, i know we broke up and stuff but funny story, i haven’t told my family yet and they just assumed you’d be coming with me for [insert family celebration] and i really don’t know how to tell them and i know this is really selfish but i can’t break my great grandma’s heart like that, she’ll probably have a heart attack and– wait what? you’d do that for me? holy shit, i love you… wait–” AU
  • “i found your box of letters underneath my bed last night and because i’m a nosy motherfucker i decided to read them and it turns out they were all addressed to me and the last one was dated the day you moved out and i’m not quite sure why i thought this would be a good idea but here i am, standing on your doorstep, wondering why the fuck we’re not together anymore” AU
  • “well this is really awkward considering the last time we saw each other, i was screaming at you to never talk to me again, but like, my dog recognized you all the way across the park and literally dragged me over here because she misses you so hi” AU
How to become a good student (again) 3: Yearn for friendship - not worship; not debasement

Hello, fellow ex-good student!

‘tis done! This beast just got longer and longer, so I decided to cut it down a bit for the sake of readability. But let me know if there’s something that was too vague - the nuance might have got lost in the editing process.

Alright, let’s get down to business (to defeat! The Huns!)! So, if you’re an ex-good student, I’m pretty sure that you know this static in your head, right? Whenever you really need to do something but you just can’t get up and do it, so you keep procrastinating even though you hate it and keep scrolling and scrolling or gaming and gaming and feel more and more guilty?

Well, it might not be the most immediate analogy, but for this post I want you to consider that what connects you and your subject of study is essentially a relationship and that this static is (among other things) an indicator of how screwed up your relationship is. Just like with real people, your relationships with subjects can either

  • prosper and bear fruit (me & Creative Writing)
  • become cold and distant (me & French)
  • or, worst of all, turn sour and actively harmful. (me & PE, back in school)

Now, nobody likes to hear that they’re relationship-ing wrong. And it is true that different approaches work for different people. But here are the counter-productive relationships that I’ve personally ended up in and I’m gonna show you how I got into and out of them, so you can try to do the same. Maybe it’ll help you lift that static from your head.

Side-Note: Always remember that, since your subjects are just that (subjects), and not real people, you are the only one who can actually mend these relationships and, conversely, you are the one who screwed them up in the first place (probably with good intentions, though).

So, we’ll take them in this order:

1) Overeager Debasement

2) Undereager Debasement

3) Worship


(Oh, and in case you wanna catch up:

Masterpost 

Part 1

Part 2)


1) Overeager Debasement

What is it?

The desire to do everything, perfectly, at the same time, right now. Not to limit yourself to just one field of study, but to master them all, to reign supreme above knowledge, to keep your mind wide open to new possibilities, similarities and contradictions.
You overvalue your own capacities and undervalue the needs and difficulties of your subject.
(also refer to the first post for this)

How did you get here?

(read picture from right to left)

So. Many. Possible. Reasons.

  • it’s a cage. The idea of doing just one thing for the rest of your life scares you and you feel imprisoned at the thought of it
  • you know that you could be outstanding if you applied yourself
  • you know that you could be even more outstanding if you became accomplished in multiple fields
  • you want to find connections between fields nobody’s ever considered before
  • you feel like you’ve wasted your last few years and need to catch up to others
  • you’re afraid that you’re not good enough
  • you’re afraid of being ignorant
  • you’re arrogant

No matter the reason (I’ve gone through them all), people caught in this state of mind shovel more and more onto their plate.
And then wonder why they can’t swallow it all.

What do you think you’re doing?

A labour of love, most likely. You think you love languages and sciences and athletics and programming and cooking and hanging out with friends and being alone and so you just want to do it all!
You don’t want to limit yourself! You don’t want to lose any time! But there’s just so much and you have so little energy and ugh, if only I wasn’t destined for greatness, then I could relax like other little people, but no, I need to keep pushing! In every! Direction! At the same! Time!

I know your delusion. I’ve been there. You imagine yourself to be that one perfect friend who gets up at 6am, watches the sun rise, does yoga, eats a healthy breakfast, goes for a quick run, comes back home, answers all correspondence, is artistic for a few hours, then scientific for a few hours, then social for a few hours and ends the day with tiny masterpieces in each area, goes out with friends or family to grab a healthy dinner and goes to sleep, happy and balanced :)

Well, you know what, my starry-eyed friend?

What are you actually doing?

You’re the mental equivalent of a social butterfly.
You’re being fucking disrespectful.

You’re always on the run and never able to really commit to anything, because you’ve already scheduled something else afterwards. You’re shallow, deluded, that one friend that always comes in running, screaming “Besties  ~ ♥” and everyone shifts uncomfortably in their seats and smiles a painful smile and humours you, because they know you mean well, but they also know that you know nothing about them. 
You’ve never been there for them ever, but always expect them to be there for you. Whenever they want to talk about themselves, you nod and then proceed to about yourself and your plans and “ohmygosh, this is so nice, we need to meet more often ~ ♥ “. But at least you mean well, so they’ve agreed to keep it simple and on the “The weather is nice today”-level with you. 

But here you are, wondering why you’re not making any progress.
Mysterious.

So what do I do?

Well, you need to go from this:

To this:

How? More on that below.


2) Undereager Debasement

What is it?

This stage is what happens when you notice that your lofty ideals from Overeager Debasement cannot be fulfilled. You turn bitter, hateful, cold. You think you’re a failure, you think you were too soft. Instead of wanting to be friends with everyone, you now want to rule over everyone, fuck what they want.

You’re burnt out. You’re done. You just want to get through these stupid classes and catch a goddamn break, goddamnit.

And you WILL get through. You’re too proud to do anything else. But you don’t really care about any of it.
You just want to make it.

How did you get here?

If you were a good student, you probably heard at some point or another that you were “different” and that your complex and mysterious ways were not understandable and definitely not achievable for your average classmate.

Most people who tell you this mean well. A few want to make fun of you, but most actually do mean it as a compliment. But they don’t know how dangerous it is to hear it again and again, because regardless of whether it’s true or not, you start to believe it.
You start to believe that somehow, you have a higher calling, a higher standard. And you start to long for that day when your high standards will be met - when you will go to that one mysterious class where everyone is just as eager as you are, where the “Oh, captain, my captain!”-teacher will spark a fire in your brain that will never go out and when your ominous “gifts” can finally be put to good use for the prosperous future of mankind.


And you work.

And work.

And the class never comes.

You feel the weight on your shoulders when teachers talk of “high expectations”, you feel it crush you a little bit every time your friends tease you about your genuine fear that you might not get an A, that you might lose it all, that your “gifts” could disappear and you’ll be stranded and useless and you put in the hours, you work your ass off to keep that high standard, all in the hope of having that one miraculous class that never comes.

I realized that that class would never come when I entered university.

University, I’d told myself, would be my Arcadia, my Eden, my academic paradise where all my hard work would be rewarded!
Instead, I only found more drudgery, more incompetent professors, more disinterested students and even more bureacracy. To say that I was “disappointed” would be putting it very lightly.

I became disoriented and disenchanted. I realized that I could get through most classes with half-assed effort, I was hardly ever challenged, I floated along and hated every second of it. I blamed my boring teachers, the imperfect system, the teachers who had given me hope only for me to watch it crash and go up in flames.

What do you think you’re doing?

Being badass, cool and detached, most likely.

You dream of yourself as a master and your subjects as slaves. They bow to your will, they dance to your tune, you command them with the snap of a finger.

“Look, you slave of the system”, you say, lying on a velvet sofa, “Look, at how it hardly takes any effort for me to pass these classes! Look at how I spend my time doing things I actually like and that are actually worth it, unlike these stupidly easy classes taught by stupidly incompetent professors in a stupidly screwed-up system! Look at me, being edgy and drowning in self-hatred because I can physically feel myself gliding off the rails that made me so “special” and becoming one of the average people in the masses, haha. Ha. Ha. Screw academia, but still give me good grades, amirite?”

I know your delusion. I’ve been there. You imagine yourself to be that one perfect friend that never studies for classes, comes for three lectures per semester and still manages to get perfect grades because everything you do in school is, like, so five years ago. That one friend who has read all the classics in their spare time, has conquered and enslaved all the knowledge actually worth knowing, will quote obscure Polish philosophers you’ve never heard of and plays the piano with a perfect pitch. They’re the wisest, most culture-non-conforming people you know - they’ve been up until 5am, wandering the streets and drinking vodka from a bottle while forcefully pentrating the mysteries of the universe all by themselves until they finally fall asleep on a park bench and awake with an epiphany about Klein bottles.
They’re “special”.

What are you actually doing?

Caring more about appearing “special” than actually trying to be “special”, that’s what you’re doing.

But, look, what made you so “special” and “different” in the first place was not a “calling” or “gifts” or the fact that you wrote good grades and were destined for greatness.

Here’s a handy chart I’ll use later - you were lucky enough to fall into the green zone, lucky enough to be born with an innate respect and a love for learning. That’s what made you “special”. That’s what made you succeed. Not pressure, not warped ideals and certainly not the fear of failure.


But somewhere along the way you forgot that and only focussed on the results. You started to believe yourself to be so special that everybody else should cater to you.
The fancy titles, the awe-struck looks, the “You’re so amazing”s and the “The genius of a decade”, the planned Nobel prize speech and the prestige, the dream others had lovingly created for you and you had slowly absorbed and warped as your own? It got to you. Hell, it got to me.
And it became more important than learning itself.
Somewhere along the way, you and I, we became an arrogant and lazy assholes.

You looked down on your easy courses and homework and instead of recognising how lucky you are, doing it in a minute and a half and then putting in the extra work on top to dig deeper and to maybe contribute something of value and fun, you threw it aside with a snide remark as beneath you.
Of course it wasn’t fun. Of course it wasn’t challenging. You never even tried to make it either.

(And don’t get me wrong: I honestly do think that the education system as it is right now needs MAJOR reforms. But right now? It is what it is. And instead of making the best of it and doing what you once loved so much, you succumbed to societal pressures you found yourself unable to fulfill and said “meh”.
You cared so much about the fame and the title that the relationship itself didn’t matter.)

But this isn’t the master-slave relationship you imagine it to be.
It’s a trophy-friendship. Once upon a time, you got on really well with this person and other people loved your friendship. You fell in love with the ideal, with their connections, their money, their prestige, their name on a CV, and you stuck around just for that.
You valiantly ignore the reality of the state of things between you two
and take them out only when absolutely needed, only when things are this close to falling apart and so you keep walking a fine, fine line.
Whenever a deadline approaches, you shower them with attention and love and, gingerly, they open up to you and you see a depth and complexity to them that astounds you and makes you think “Imagine! Imagine how much more I could have seen if only I’d started earlier?”
But the moment the crisis has passed, you toss them aside once again.

Because this is enough to make your name.
You may not remember much about these nights or about the person at all, but the only thing that counts is that it will fulfill your “special” prophecy and make you a legend, right?

Well, always remember this:
(read picture from right to left)

You’re not “special” if you made it to university. You’re not “special” if you’ve made your name. 
It comes down to a simple choice: do you value appearances over integrity or the other way round? Do you dare to look like a fumbling idiot again when you start something new? Is the “appearing like an idiot”-part more important to you than the “learning/creating something new”-part? 
Have a think about it.

3) Worship

“Alright”, you’ll say, “Alright. I get it. So I’ll treat my “friends”/subjects with respect and integrity and I’ll take all the time and concentration I can bestow upon them, just as I would upon real friends. But do you want me to be like, uh - like…

What is it?

“…like one of those anime characters that lives only for their dream and gets up at like 6am, does the thing, talks about the thing, breathes the thing, goes to bed, dreams of the thing and then wakes up at 6am to do the thing?”

(Google: Did you mean Hinata Shouyou?

Yes, yes, I did, google.)

Well, no, I don’t want you to do that. See, that’s the other extreme and unless you’re an anime character, chances are that it won’t work out for you. 

How did you get here?

Personally, I was caught in this trap for a loooooong time. Anime offered me a new way of relating to my passions that neither my family nor my school had ever shown me: unabashed obsession.
I wanted to be perfect. I wanted to be obsessed. I wanted to give myself up to a higher ideal, something above human consciousness, something that would endure. I wanted to, well, get up at 6am, do the thing, talk about the thing, breathe the thing and so on - “the thing” in question being, of course, studying. I made elaborate plans, complicated lists, study-plans that shift on a daily basis and cover all grounds, I wanted to study for two hours before school, wanted to repeat lessons, wanted to give myself up to knowledge, made cool covers for my notebooks, made mock exams for my friends to use, planned to focus on each continent for a month and study it, planned to listen to one new composer each day, planned to go to the museum every week, planned to analyze Sherlock Holmes and think just like him, planned to - you get the idea.

I wanted to be like this:

What do you think you’re doing?

Being but a humble servant to the eternal workings of truth. Knowing thou art unworthy, yet suffering the perfection of study.

I wanted to go from 0 to 100, I wanted knowledge and wisdom to transform and deliver me, I wanted to feel enlightened, I wanted to feel my brain burning, pushing frontiers and breaking through to new horizons, I wanted to elevate myself to touch even the lowest levels of truth.
I wanted to do something noble, something worthwhile, something that could never be critisized and would always be valued, something with eternal meaning that would echo through the ages and I wanted to be even the tiniest cog in the machinery of mind.

What are you actually doing?

Being, quite simply, an idiot.

This is one of my favourite quotes (David Wong):

“There are two ways to dehumanize someone: by dismissing them, and by idolizing them.” 

The same goes for studying. As shown above, studying won’t work out if you do not treat your subjects with respect. Conversely, studying also won’t work if you continue to idolize it as work beyond all work and reproach, as the only true calling, as the realm of the genii and by self-flagellating yourself and repeating “I’m but a humble servant in your kingdom of reason and will never reach where you are, but will spend all my time trying to reach you.” 

Why? Because by saying “I’ll never reach you or be worthy of you”, you’ve already sealed your fate. Some students (no matter how well they actually perform) are stuck thinking that they are stupid and incapable of doing well. Others think that the trick is in the preparation and they undergo complicated rituals of finding exactly the right study spot, exactly the right study drink, exactly the right study time, etc. in the hope of channeling the connection between their godly subject and themselves, but it never turns out quite as glamorous as they’d hoped (once again, speaking from experience).

This is because you cannot force a true friendship if you think yourself unworthy of it. It will always be worship. 

And why are you worshipping?
Because it takes the pressure right off of you
. This always annoyed me about some of my fellow students. They treated becoming a good student as this miraculous and unlikely event that only happens to the #blessed.
I insisted that “no”, it could be done. “Yes”, it was hard work, but ultimately absolutely doable. But now that I’ve been in their shoes? I understand.
Admitting that you could have done it anytime implies failure on your part for not having done it. By saying “Oh no, it is so very complex and divine and a lowly worm like me could never hope to crawl in its shadows”, you shift the focus away from yourself and onto the thing itself. 

But this is a synthetic, manufactured relationship with a partner that does not even exist. It is, at its heart, a kyaa  ~ I hope senpai notices me! (๑♡⌓♡๑) - kind of relationship. It’s idolizing not a person’s true character, but their appearance, their aesthetic and the values that they represent for you. It’s not really listening to what they’re saying, but warping their words so they fit into your perfect idea of them.
Just, unlike with undereage debasement, you do not play pretend that everything’s fine and secretly hate the other person deep down - you honestly idolize them to heaven and back, so you could never possible reach them.
You’re using them to fill in the holes in your own personality.

And that … just isn’t fun? I dunno about you, but treating studying as something that must be done perfectly with exactly the right pen and the perfect face-mask after the right smoothie and in the right lighting by a window overgrown with ivy and with perfect concentration from the first moment and unwavering, knightly passion and exact planning from 6am to bedtime all because I know deep down that I will not be able to fulfill these ideals and thus don’t have to feel bad about not reaching them just … isn’t for me. I don’t like my relationships to be all overstructured and “perfect” and high maintenance like that.

I want my friendships and my studying to be authentic. And that means that sometimes it’s messy and sometimes it’s hard and sometimes it’s quoting Keats while lying on the floor at 2am in the morning and chugging milk out of a carton, but it’s real.
I truly do understand this longing to make studying look pretty and like a magical realm, because when you’re in the flow that’s really what it feels like. But the beauty comes along with the practice, not the other way round.

No, but honestly - what do I DO then?


Y’remember Hippogriffs from Harry Potter? That’s how I imagine my subjects. Approach them carefully, honestly, maintaining eye contact and as equals and they will respect you. This scene:

This scene is what I’m talking about. 
If you were in a worship-state, you would only admire them from afar, gushing over how beautiful they are, but sad that they would never deign to even look in your general direction. (think of all the subjects you thought would be way too difficult for you)
If you were in a debasement-state, you’d either try to make friends with all the hippogriffs, hopping from one to the other and forming no bond with either or you’d “tsk” disdainfully and try to force them to obey you against their will. (*cough* Malfoy *cough*)

If, however, you’re in the green, there will be mutual respect between you and you will be able to fly.

So what does it mean to be in the green? 
It means not to do any of the above, obviously, so 

  • take your time for and invest brainpower into each and every one of your subjects - be a good friend. Be there. Listen. Even if they have crazy ideas at 4am in the morning. 
  • appreciate your subjects and know that they are more than the teacher who tries to get you to know them. Sometimes, some people just have a really shitty PR department (especially maths)
  • don’t think too much or too little of yourself. You can do amazing things, but that does not give you the license not to do amazing things anymore, rest on your laurels and expect others to applaud you for it. 

  • some relationships take longer than others to build, but getting to understand someone who puzzled you from the first moment and challenged your beliefs will improve your own personality as well
    (side-eye at PE. Yes, I love you now, you crazy athletic bastard)
  • do it for the sake of the relationship itself, because you enjoy their company. Results are presents which, although very much appreciated, should not be the main motivator to keep you going.
    This essentially means that you should think of studying as hanging out with a friend - already makes it seem so much more inviting and way less daunting, does it not?

    (Logic and I, being saltmates. Real friends judge other people together)
  • be aware that all friendships go through rocky patches and some subjects might take a while to warm up to you or you to them. But if you think that it’s worth it, then you gotta power through that. If you don’t think it’s worth it, you gotta be brave enough to say good-bye. 


Look, what I’m actually saying is … be Souma Yukihira from Food Wars.

Food Wars is a crazy and at times pretty pervy manga/anime, but I’ll be damned if it isn’t also one of the best pieces of fiction I’ve ever consumed and if Souma isn’t one of the most admirable main characters I’ve ever encountered.  

The relationship between him and cooking is filled with trust, love and equality. He trusts his cooking skills, because he knows that they have spent a long time together - cooking won’t let him down and he won’t ever let cooking down by stopping to look for ways to improve.

That doesn’t mean, however, that he’s always deadly serious - he loves to play around with cooking and to try ridiculous new things. He never forgets the joy that even the simplest form of cooking brings him. 

There’s one great episode where he puts his life as a chef on the line and someone fearfully asks him what he’d do if he lost. He shrugs and says he could become a lawyer or a teacher or something. So while he loves cooking profoundly, he does not worship it and he knows that there are other relationships he could build up if he had to. He just …doesn’t want to, because cooking is his bff. 

He loves to take on challenges to see how far he and cooking have come -

- and he takes challenges very seriously -


- but takes it even more seriously if he loses -

- and nonetheless knows that they are stronger for the challenges they have faced together. 

So, yes, this is what it means to be in the green. Cherish your friendships, hang out together, be honest, funny, clever, curious and you. 

You’ll be surprised at how much fun the two of you will have, now that all the pretensions and pressures are gone. 

Just …hang out and have fun.

(and maybe watch Food Wars!, because damn, Souma is the MVP of my inspirational heroes)

Have a great day and I’ll see you in the next (and hopefully shorter) part 4 :)

‘’Let’s run away.’’

A/N: This is my first ever Riverdale piece, I hope you guys like it! The ending offers another part, so tell me what you think? Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Jughead X Reader

Prompt: When a mysterious girls returns at pop’s on a random friday night, a lot of questions are left unanswered. It’ll take some time for Jughead to open back up to his old friend without a reasoning, but is he able to find one?

Warnings: one or two swear words, mention of alcohol, abusive father 

Word count: 2455

Originally posted by riverrdxle

A still moment, different from the usual buzzing pop’s atmosphere, a cold gust of wind with the sound of jingling bells hanging from the doorframe, suddenly changing the mood that laid in the air. Maybe it was Archie’s sudden moment of silence, taking a break from his preppy speech or the fascinated sounds escaping Veronica’s lips, but something had caught their attention and Jughead was curious for the cause. 

‘’Well, she’s a sight for the eyes.’’ Veronica remarked, a smile forming on her lips. 

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Sometimes, a person just needs to vent. They don’t need advice. They don’t need to be told what to do or how to handle it. There’s a massive chance that they already know. They just need someone to listen and say “I understand” or “it’s gonna be okay” without judging them. It’s really pretty simple and I wish people understood this more. I’m glad I did.

Writing Prompts

• Were they telling the truth?
• Who could vanish like that?
• Are they all so old?
• Can you pay attention?
• How long has it been?
• Do they look the same to you?
• Why should we give up?
• What are you risking?
• Who won the battle?
• Who are we ignoring?
• I have no memory of that.
• We could changing the world.
• Sometimes we still talk.
• I wonder if people judge me.
• Where have we met?
• He slipped away.
• We were holding hands.
• Something’s coming to an end.
• Have you introduced yourself?
• They were never tried.
• Let them tell their story.
• It’s a dangerous decision.
• We have this great opportunity.
• Can we talk about them?
• That was where we first met.
• I demand cuddles.
• What’s the first thing you did?
• I want to sleep for an eternity.
• What inspired it?
• We talk about these things.
• Give them what they want.
• It’s not about safety.
• It got me excited for them.
• These stories are ours.
• I sleep much better these days.
• We have some suggestions.
• There’s strength in unity.
• It’s an amazing invention.
• It began with an accident.
• There are new solutions, always.
• Have satisfied your curiousity?
• I have an idea.
• Stop talking about how clever you are.
• We haven’t tested it yet.
• Can you pull the trigger?
• Am I the stupidest person in this place?
• Does it make sense to you?
• How can we live through this?
• Where have you found that?
• This is not how the system works.
• We’ve been trying to do that for years.
• We have the game.
• Is that typical?
• We have revised our strategy.
• I can always tell.
• Can you close your eyes?
• It’s getting worse.
• I want to keep them close.
• I wasn’t that lucky.
• You’re not wise enough.
• That’s what we feared.
• I want to create these things.
• Who told them?
• Is it a new concept?
• They don’t have to do it.
• We could creat a new world.
• We have a dreamer among us.
• Ask me about it.
• Wasn’t it nice?
• Can they justify it?

I’ve seen a lot of people make posts about Robbie’s behavior and responding in ways like “WHO HAS HURT YOU” or other implications that Robbie was abused in the past, and that this is the explanation for why he acts the way he does.

BUT

Stefan Karl has confirmed that Robbie suffers from the same conditions that he does- ADHD, OCD, and Tourette’s. So I posit this alternative explanation: Robbie was not abused by anyone; he is suffering from his own mishandling of his symptoms. A common feature of ADHD is rejection-sensitive dysphoria. People who suffer from this are constantly sensitive to the perception of other people judging and rejecting them, leading to mental anguish that people who don’t suffer from the disorder never experience. The perceived rejection by others is absolutely unbearable. The keyword being perceived- no actual rejection has to happen. Anything as simple as a look or a polite question can be hurtful. As someone who suffers from this, I can guarantee you that this is 99% of the reason why I don’t socialize well with others. (One time I was talking with some classmates about Oasis when one of them asked me if it was my favorite band; this was enough that I removed myself from the conversation entirely.) You get this mentality that unless something has absolutely no chance of failure, why take the risk of exposing yourself to that level of emotional pain? Combine this with the “Obsessive” aspect of his OCD and it’s no wonder he acts so anxiously around others. Every moment he spends with them is a chance he’ll be hurt in a way that he will literally never be able to let go of.

The second he picks up Yuri’s call, he knows something is wrong. There’s something about the lack of anger in his voice, and how his breathing wavers whenever he doesn’t speak. Sure, he’s rarely in a good mood, but this feels different and Otabek doesn’t like it.

“Yura,” he begins, and Yuri immediately quiets down. Something’s definitely up. “You don’t sound well. Are you okay?”

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anonymous asked:

for the fluent japanese mccree thing, what if there's one day where they are joking and having fun and hanzo suddenly sighs a little and says "wow, im so in love with you" under his breath but mccree hears and how he reacts is currently up in the air with me like i'm torn between making it angsty with a (so far) unrequited pining thing on hanzo's part or making it so that mccree blurts out that he feels the same way and blows his cover.

Originally posted by marvel-dc-addict

It was not that funny of a joke, it should not have evoked such a full gut laugh that left him breathless and embarrassingly—snorting, and yet here he was. Sitting on the edge of a stacked container beside McCree overlooking the rolling ocean of Gibraltar, giggling his ass off. The other man’s hearty laughter rumbling in suit next to him, filling Hanzo’s rib-cage with warm fluttering butterflies……

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Can you imagine Sana finally, finally talking to someone about all of her feelings once this angst builds up more this season. 

and by someone I mean Even….and can you imagine that Sana tells him everything, all about how misunderstood and alone she feels…and about Yousef…about how much she likes him but can’t have him because she just isn’t what he would want….need. 

and then Even just looks at her gobsmacked and is like “Sana are you kidding? Yousef has had a crush on you forever.” 

and Sana is just like “whaaaaat” 

and then Even is all “He never stopped talking about you, the famous Sana.” 

and then after it sinks in that Yousef….Yousef likes her she just shakes her head and is like “it doesn’t matter. I can’t and I won’t be what he needs.” 

and then Even tells her “no don’t do that” because he knows. He knows what happens when you decide what someone else wants or needs and when you leave them because of it. 

He knows and it sucks. 

so he tells her he understands and why he does. He tells her everything we have been wondering and then finally….

 both of them feel a little less misunderstood in this universe. 

One Line Prompts!

1. “They’re not powers…they’re more like special abilities?”
2. “Yeah, people think I’m weirdo.”
3. “It was never my intention to hurt you.”
4. “Is that why your parents aren’t around anymore?”
5. “Sometimes I just wonder what it’s like to be normal.”
6. “The school is really far away, but I have to go. They’re making me.”
7. “I’m not the only one, I know it for a fact.”
8. “Most people stop talking to me after I tell them.”
9. “I want to go…but I don’t want to leave you.”
10. “I won’t let anything hurt you…ever again.”

Getting tired of not having a boyfriend and being in a relationship. I just don’t get it. I’m attractive, nice and caring and I’m not desperate. I’m somewhat introverted but at the same time I love to go out and have fun. I’m taking care of my body and trying to lose weight. I go to the gym every single day for 60-90 minutes. I’m working on myself. It’s not like I’m not bettering myself.

I currently have an internship with a well known organization and I’ve gotten honor roll almost every semester of college.
My thing is that guys my age do hit on me sometimes (I’m 21). They talk to me, ask me how I am and want to know me but never ask me for my number. Additionally, I get annoying ass older men trying to hit on me and it’s so annoying. I’m tired of it. I just want a guy my age. Like I don’t get why these older men think I want them. Freaking perverts.

I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong with these guys. Why would you act interested in me but not ask for my number? I sometimes wonder if I’m doing something wrong. I know I’m a little shy but if someone is talking to me I will respond to them.

I just don’t know what to do anymore. I’m ready for a relationship. I want to go out on dates and cuddle with a guy. I’m just tired of waiting. What am I doing wrong? My friend said I act like I’m not interested and that I’m judgy of guys but every girl has a standard of what she wants in a guy. She also said I should lower my standards. She also gets all the guys and I don’t get any. My standards aren’t high but they aren’t low either. I’m not just going to date anyone. Starting to think I’ll be single forever. 😩😒🙄I’m tired of going out alone all the time.

I used to be comfortable with going to the mall by myself and the bar but now I’m getting bored. I just want to go on dates and be in love. Is there anyway to be more approachable to get guys to be interested in me? How does someone become more approachable and more confident. Please no one give me that “you have to love yourself” statement. There’s girls out here that don’t love themselves and have low self esteem but are constantly in relationships.

A Flower Petal

Parring: Newt Scamander X Reader

Word: 1747

Warnings: None

Summary: Soulmate Au, where you have a flower on your neck that grows with you, and blooms when you talk with your soulmate for the first time

A/N: ahhhh, i love Newt so much! And i love Soulmate aus almost as much!

Originally posted by newtafidoscamander


“Have a nice day! “you said, and waved to the couple who left the shop, before you turned to the next costumer. It was a boy, maybe a few years younger than you.

“hello” you said, and he smiled, as he handed you the flowers. “is it a gift? “

He nodded, and you started packing the sunflowers before he paid for the them.

“have a nice day! “you said, and he wished you one too. As he turned around to leave, you could see a small sunflower on the back of his neck. A small smile found its way to your lips, the flowers were sure a gift to his soulmate, something you often saw.

Everyone had a small flower on the back of their neck. It wasn’t there when you were born, but it slowly grew along with you, and bloomed the moment you spoke the first words to your soulmate.

Yourself had a long bud, with a few leaves on the stem. And you treasured it, you could spend hours looking at it.

The door opened, and you looked up to meet the face of a young woman with a pink coat and blonde curls.

“Y/N! “she said, and rushed over to you. She always smiled, but this smile wasn’t normal, there was something special about it.

“Hello Queenie” you said with a smile. “Let me guess, pink roses? “

“no! no, no, no” she said with a small laugh. “red! Do you have any? Red roses? “

“of course” you answered with a smile, and found some while continuing. “So, why the change of colour? Don’t tell me your… “

She nodded before you could finish the sentences. Your smile grew, and the other witch chuckled slightly.

“congratulations! “you said, and packed the flowers.

“his name is Jacob! “she said. “he’s a no-maj, and right now he’s staying with me and Tina together wi… “

“a no-maj?! “you asked shocked. “Queenie! “

“I know! “she said. “I know, you don’t have to tell me, Tina already did. We’ll figure it out, don’t worry. But I actually thought… maybe you would come over for dinner tonight? And meet him? “

“oh, Queenie I would love to! “you said with a smile, and Queenie clapped a bit. You had been friends with the Goldstein sisters for years. You lived a few streets away, but you were often at their place and eat. Queenie had more than one time suggested you moved in with them.

 

“Hello? “you asked, as you opened the door. You didn’t get to take a single step in, before your friend walked out to you.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Y/N!” Tina said. “Queenie doesn’t talk about anything else than Jacob! “

Tina had never been fond of the ideas of soulmates, maybe because she didn’t have one. Not everyone did, in fact it was just as normal not to have one as to have one. Some people liked not to have one, because they felt more free to fall in love with whoever they wanted. Tina had always said she was too busy for love, but you had always suspected she was hurt because of her bare neck.

well, I’m here now” you said with a smile, as took your hat, and coat off. Tina smiled, and lead you into the apartment. Queenie stood in the kitchen, waving her wand. At the table sat a brown-haired guy and watched her in awe, you smiled when you saw his red tie matched the roses on the table.

“Y/N! “Queenie said when she saw you, and smiled. “This is Jacob, my soulmate”

You walked over to Jacob, and took his hand.

“I’m Y/N” you said with a smile, and he returned it nervous.

“Jacob, but Queenie already told you that” he said, and shrugged a bit on one of his shoulders.

“Yes, she talked of nothing else earlier this day” you said with a smile, and a look at Queenie, who only smiled.

“You’ll be the same way when you meet yours! “she said, and took Jacob’s hand. He looked at her, and the eye-contact they shared in that moment made you smile. Queenie was such a sweet girl, and Jacob seemed like just the right guy for her. Their eyes showed nothing but love, before Tina spoke.

“food’s ready! “she said, and the two soulmates looked away from each other. You and Jacob sat down, Queenie began placing food on the table, and Tina disappeared.

“Mr. Scamander? “you could hear her behind the door. “The food is served”

You looked questionable at Queenie.

“He’s Jacob’s friend” she said while sitting down beside Jacob. “a British wizard! “

You nodded, and then looked at the door where Tina came in, and sat down. Beside her came a man around your age. He had curled hair, freckles, and wore a shy smile. He sat down opposite you, and you got eye-contact with him.

“Newt, this is Y/N” Queenie said. “Y/N, Newt”

“hello” he said. His voice was a bit quiet, and you got the impression that he was quite a shy guy. You wondered why he had never caught your eye before, but then remembered that Queenie had said he was British.

“It’s nice to meet you” you said with a smile.

“likewise” he said.

“So, when’s the wedding? “Tina asked with a look at Queenie, who looked quite shocked.

“well, we haven’t really talked about a wedding… “she said.

“Yes, we only meet earlier this day… “Jacob said.

“Why wait? “Newt asked. “I mean, when you meet your soulmate you already know it’s going to be them, so why wait? “

“do you have a soulmate? “you couldn’t help asking, but then blushed slightly. Soulmates were private, and not everyone wanted to share if they had one. “I apologize, that was quite rude of me”

“no, not at all! it’s in humans’ nature to be curious” he said with a smile. “To answer your question, yes I do. However, I haven’t found her yet”

“I’m sure she’ll come around” you answered, and he chuckled slightly as an answer.

 

You all ate dinner, and later you said goodbye to them all, before heading home. as you undressed yourself before heading to bed, something caught your eye in the mirror, and you moved your hair from your neck.

On the back of your neck was a small, simple Phlox. Your flower, it had bloomed. And that meant… that meant you had spoken to your soulmate!

So many people came into the little flower shop each day, you couldn’t possible figure it out, and you hadn’t checked it all day. But Tina would have been able to see it when you came to the apartment, and even though she didn’t like the idea about soulmates, she would have told you. That meant you had meet your soulmate after that. But you had barely meet anyone since then! Jacob were Queenie’s soulmate, and the only other person you had meet was…

 

“Y/N!” Tina said surprised when she saw you. You stood outside the door, the next morning. The sun barely showed, but you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. You had to talk to him again! Had to know if his… if his flower had bloomed.

"Hello Tina” you said with a smile. “Is… I mean… can I come in? “

She nodded, still surprised, and took a step away. You stepped inside, quickly taking your hat and coat off, before heading into the apartment.

“Good morning” Jacob said a bit surprised. He sat at the table with some breakfast in front of him, a newspaper in his hands.

“Good morning” you said. “Do you happen to know where-where Newt is? “

“In his case” Jacob answered, and chuckled when he saw your look. “follow me”

He led you into a small room, where a case stood open on the floor. You pointed surprised at it, and Jacob nodded, gesturing for you to go down. You looked at the case again, not quite believing it, but taking a step down in it, suddenly finding yourself on a ladder, on the way down to another room.

“Amazing… “you said, looking up from the case, watching Jacob smile at you, before leaving. You looked around, and saw a blue coat by a door. You smiled, and opened the door to step outside.

It was as if you had stepped into another world. It was truly amazing. All around you were different kind of animals, all magical, all fantastic.

Then your eyes fell on a man a bit away. He sat down with his back turned to you, obviously holding something.

You were about to call his name, but decided against it, and walked towards him. He turned around when he heard you, and smiled while standing up.

“Hello” he said with a smile.

“it’s amazing” you said, and looked around in the new world that had been discovered for you.

“thank you” he said with a shy smile. “I take care of different kind of creatures down here, mostly hurt ones”

“fantastic” you said, and turned around to look, before reminding yourself that you had something to talk to him about. “I, uh… I actually came to ask you about something… “

You couldn’t meet his eyes, but stared at the ground. You could feel the heat rise to your cheek, and cursed yourself for being so shy.

“…your soulmate tattoo… “you continued, your cheeks getting more and more red for each word.

"I thought it was Tina at first” Newt said, and you quickly looked up. His eyes rested on the ground, his cheeks slightly red, as he scratched his neck. “But then I realised she didn’t have one, and… well… “

He looked up, and you got completely thrown back by his beautiful blue eyes.

“So… “you said, a bit ashamed of how you acted like a teen girl with a crush, he was your soulmate!

“Do you like animals? “he blurted out, and looked a bit surprised and ashamed of what he had said. You chuckled slightly as he continued: “I mean… “

“yes” you answered, and he looked up at you.

“really?! “he asked, a goofy smile playing on his lips. “I mean… have you ever meet a Niffler? “

“no” you answered with a laugh. He chuckled, before holding his hand out. You took it, and he lead you away.

“So why did you choose to go to medical school?”

This is a question I get asked ALL OF THE TIME.  

And to be quite honest, I’m still not sure how to answer it correctly.

I feel like so many people around me have great answers for this question; either their parents were doctors, they had a doctor who was a role model for them, they witnessed someone be sick, or they themselves were extremely sick,  etc etc…

For me?

Well, I don’t really have a clear answer.

I don’t have any family members who are in the medical world.  I’ve never witnessed someone be extremely sick - in fact I had barely entered a hospital. I have no beautiful story to accompany it . 

I simply thought that since I excelled in school, that I wasn’t grossed out by an open bloody body and that I didn’t want to be stuck inside a science lab all day, medical school just seemed like the next logical step.  

[ is that sad?! ]

So when people ask me this famous question, “Why did you choose to become a doctor?”, I’m never sure what to answer them…

There’s always this type of disappointment in people’s faces when I tell them that there’s no special reason why I decided to choose this difficult path.

I believe that people want to hear this wonderful story out of me, to believe that there’s this inspirational “calling” behind every doctor.

But does this make my choice any lesser?

I don’t believe so.

I have come to realize that I may not have an incredible story bringing me to choose medicine… but damn, do I ever have a story now that I have gone through it.

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Five times. The same question had come up for Will five times. First with Malcolm. Then with Cecil and a little later, his brother. Then with Paolo on the phone. And lastly, with Mom when she called him during his lunch break.

“So when do you meet his family?”

Each time the question stumped him and left him feeling a little worse.

All he knew about the di Angelo family was that his sister and his mother had passed away and since then, Nico had suffered from neglect and a growing depression. He knew Nico often argued with his dad, and that he hardly ever called him if he wasn’t figuring out something from his credit cards or rent. That was it. He had no idea why Nico was so distant or if he had any other family in New York or what his dad’s name even was.

And after telling his friends about how great his break had gone, each one made sure to ask him the dreaded question of- now what?

They never talked about meeting parents. Even before, when they first dated, it was all Will who wanted his family to meet Nico. Nico never talked about it. Not knowing why made Will feel like he didn’t know his own boyfriend. But he did, didn’t he? Didn’t he know him better than anyone?

It gnawed at him the entire day.

When he finally got home, Nico was asleep in his room. Apparently, he hadn’t meant to fall asleep seeing as his shoes were still on and he still had on his work uniform. Will smiled to himself and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came back out, Nico was in his PJ’s while reading a book on the bed. “Hey, baby,” he said as Will rubbed a towel over his head. “Have you eaten?”

“No I just got back and went straight to the shower. Were you tired?”

“Apparently.” He reached forward and pulled Will close, giving him a light, gentle kiss on his lips. “How was work?”

“Busy, like always,” he answered, with a smile. “Are you hungry?” Nico shook his head. “Okay, I’m going to make myself a sandwich.” Nico nodded and turned his attention back to his book.

While Will ate, he mulled over how to ask Nico about his dad. He knew he had to be careful. He knew Nico was easily angered by the mention of his dad and he knew it was hard to calm him down afterward.

It wasn’t so much the fact that Will wanted to meet him; in fact, he was terrified of meeting Mr. di Angelo. It was more the fact that Will knew next to nothing about Nico’s life back home. He knew some stuff, some problems, some school things, some experiences. It was one of the first things they’d talked about after they met. But he didn’t know the personal things. Moments with his father, what exactly his father had done to make Nico dislike him so much, what the hell happened over Christmas break. Nico never even talked about another parental figure. Will could almost believe he’d raised himself.

That was what bothered him. Too many people had come into the hospital to cry over an almost dead father or mother, regretting that they’d never talked to them after an argument. Too many people had wailed and mourned their parents or parental figures, wishing they hadn’t spent their lives with anger. Wishing they’d had time to fix the family rivalries and grudges.

Once he was done with his sandwich, he chugged a glass of juice and walked over to the room. Nico was reading, one arm behind his head, his lip between his teeth. Without saying anything, Will clambered onto the bed and settled over Nico, their legs tangled, Will chin on Nico’s chest, hidden by his book. Almost by reflex, Nico’s hand began to weave through Will’s hair, making him close his eyes and sigh contentedly.

“Nico?” he began softly. Nico hummed. “Can I ask you something?” Nico moved his book and looked down at Will, cocking an eyebrow. “You have to promise you won’t get mad.”

“Why would I get mad?” he asked warily. He pulled himself up on his elbows and waited.

After gathering his courage, Will asked, “When will I meet your dad?”

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Lifebuoy (Brett Talbot)

Brett x Reader


A/N: There was a day where @bonniebird kept barfing out cute ideas and I got so jealous of her creative mind, and guess what? She said “you can have them”, so here I am. Writing a fic from one cute ideas I already love.

Summary: Not being able to swim and only Brett knows, so he gives you piggyback rides so you can join in with everyone.



Today were one of the warmest days during the summer in Beacon Hills, it was in the middle of your summer break and you spend most of your days hanging out with the pack.


This day, you choose to take a road trip to the beach, since the heat made it unbearable to do anything else. You sat in the backseat of Stiles’ Jeep, between Liam and Brett who kept sending each other glares on whose shoulder you’d lean on when you felt sleepy.


But you were far from falling asleep. The thought of being near water scared you, not afraid of being wet or the sea itself, it was just the fact that you couldn’t swim.

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