and you failed it as hard as you could

50 Philosophical Questions
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  • 1: Is it worse to fail at something or never attempt it in the first place?
  • 2: If you could choose just one thing to change about the world, what would it be?
  • 3: To what extent do you shape your own destiny, and how much is down to fate?
  • 4: Does nature shape our personalities more than nurture?
  • 5: Should people care more about doing the right thing, or doing things right?
  • 6: How can people believe in truths without evidence?
  • 7: Where is the line between insanity and creativity?
  • 8: What is true happiness?
  • 9: What things hold you back from doing the things that you really want to?
  • 10: What makes you, you?
  • 11: What is time?
  • 12: Is mind or matter more real?
  • 13: Do you make your own decisions, or let others make them for you?
  • 14: What makes a good friend?
  • 15: Why do people fear losing things that they do not even have yet?
  • 16: Who defines good and evil?
  • 17: What is the difference between living and being alive?
  • 18: Is a “wrong” act okay if nobody ever knows about it?
  • 19: Who decides what morality is?
  • 20: How do you know that your experience of consciousness is the same as other people’s experience of consciousness?
  • 21: What is true strength?
  • 22: What is true love?
  • 23: Is a family still relevant in the modern world?
  • 24: Where do thoughts come from?
  • 25: What is beauty?
  • 26: How do you know your perceptions are real?
  • 27: How much control do you have over your life?
  • 28: What is freedom?
  • 29: What is infinity?
  • 30: What happens after we die?
  • 31: What defines you?
  • 32: Is it more important to be liked or respected?
  • 33: Do we have a soul?
  • 34: Where does the soul live?
  • 35: How should people live their lives?
  • 36: If lying is wrong, are white lies okay?
  • 37: Is trust more important than love?
  • 38: Is it easier to love or be loved?
  • 39: Is it better to love and lose or never to love?
  • 40: Do aliens exist?
  • 41: The structure of DNA appears to be intelligently designed, what are the implications?
  • 42: Is there a reason to life?
  • 43: Is life all a dream?
  • 44: When does consciousness begin?
  • 45: Do dreams mean anything?
  • 46: Can we have happiness without sadness?
  • 47: How did the universe begin?
  • 48: Is there a supreme power?
  • 49: Do soulmates exist?
  • 50: What is a normal person like?

I have a request! Could you just make whichever faces you want with piper jason and leo for the face thing :) thank u

The Lost Hero trio!!
all trying so hard not to laugh and failing!
These kids spent 6 months together, being their own kind of troublemakers <3

Thanks anon for the request, sorry it took me so long

Dear Evan Hansen Songs If They Were Named by Jared Kleinman

Anybody Have a Map? - Parenting? Kinky!

Waving Through a Window - Jerking Off while looking at Zoe Murphy’s Instagram

For Forever - Gay.

Sincerely Me - Gayer.

Requiem - Holy Shit. Holy fucking shit.

If I Could Tell Her - Stalking Zoe Murphy

Disappear - A Memorial For Your Secret Gay High School Lover

You Will be Found - You Will be Fucked

To Break in a Glove - the HARD thing? heh heh heh kinky

Good For You - FUCK YOU EVAN

Words Fail - The saddest fucking thing I have ever heard

So Big/So Small - So Big… LIKE MY DICK

Originally posted by enochianess

Requested  queen-of-ravenclaw <3
Prompt:  Imagine having to sit on Bucky’s lap when Steve’s car (the one from civil war, the one they take to the airport) is full.


The car was already cramped, the whole team sharing a look before they rushed you along with them. Strong arms wrapped around your waist to keep you in place as you tried to make yourself as comfortable as possible and not squirm too much in Bucky’s lap. A faint blush spread on your cheeks as you realized this was the least awkward thing you had done today (Just couple of hours back you failed a handshake with a barista. Why did you want to shake her hand was beyond you) and shutting your lips tightly you jerked when the car started moving.

No one really seemed to pay mind to you sitting in Bucky’s lap – granted Team Cap was distracted by the civil war – except Bucky himself, that is. His hard stare bore into your back, you could feel it tickle your exposed neck and before you knew it he pulled you just a bit closer and you hit his chest. He rested his head on your shoulder, his expression unreadable. You gulped.

“Uh…Bucky?” You questioned quietly, your eyes shooting around the car to see if anyone was going to tease you about this. So far no spectators, only Wanda threw you a knowing look before she focused on what Clint was saying. You waited for his reply, but knowing him he will stay quiet unless Steve asks him something. Silence stretched between the two of you and you were about to give up when—

“You smell nice.” Was all he said, making your heart nearly jump out your throat.

Requests are opened!

Oikawa, Kageyama and Kuroo + Christmas Special ‘Mistletoe’

Warning: some swear words.

Oikawa Tooru

‘’Oikawa-’’ Kiss. ‘’-stop it-’’ Kiss. ‘’-already,-’’ Kiss. ‘’-you jerk!’’ And what did you get? Another kiss.

After miserably failing to push this needy lips, you tried kicking as slapping, but even these methods wouldn’t stop this monster.

‘’Why should I? It is not my fault we are standing under the mistletoe!~’’ He laughed, pecking both of your cheeks, before coming back to your abused mouth.

‘’Well, it’s not my fault you keep dragging this fucking tree everywhere we go! And put your tongue in my mouth again when we are in public and you will have to explain to Iwaizumi, why you can’t attend practice for the rest of your life!’’  You groaned, pulling his hair as hard as you possibly could, but his dingustinly sweet grin didn’t falter even a little bit. 

‘’One more kiss and I’m done, okay?’’ He asked innocently, tilting his head to the side.

You only nodded in response, agreeing - happy at the thoughts of ending this torture.

Tooru blushed slightly, put his hands around your waist and connected your lips. The kiss was special and domestic in many ways. It felt different than any other, but also very similar.

After five minutes, which seemed like forever, he finally moved away from your probably red face. You cheered in you mind, because now you will have a little more freedom.

But then he fucking pecked your lips again.

‘’Hey! You cheater!’’

‘’I said, no kisses! However, we didn’t discuss pecks, smooches, butterfly kisses, etc. it’s going to be a long Christmas for you, my love!’’
He chuckled childishly, but you still felt an unpleasant shiver run down your spine.

He may look like an angel and all, but deep inside he was a devious creature.

Originally posted by odd-ballduo

Kageyama Tobio

It was probably nothing new, but you and Tobio were arguing again. You didn’t even remember what was the whole thing about, but you were screaming anyway.

You didn’t even care that your loud conflict was placed in the gym in front of your teammates and senpais.

‘’Tanaka-senpai.’’ Whispered Hinata. ‘’Don’t you think we should stop them or something?’’ He asked completely dumbfounded.

‘’I don’t know, I’m not ready to die.’’ The bold male, replied with a frown.

‘’I think I have an idea.’’ Added Sugawara, who literally appeared out of nowhere.

‘’You know what Tobio, sometimes you are so freaking annoying that I don’t know why..-’’


‘’You don’t know why what?!’’ He interrupted harshly, not ready for your answer. His eyes shined furiously.


‘’Heey~ Look up guys!’’ Someone who you assumed was Sugawara-senpai sang, pointing at the Sawamura, who was standing next to you unnoticed until now.

‘’What?!’’ You and Kageyama yelled and looked up in unison.

What you saw, caused the blush on your, now calm, faces. You immediately started regretting nasty words from earlier.

Your bodies froze for a minute, before your eyes finally caught a proper contact and millions of overwhelming emotions made you throw yourselves at each other, into the long awaited kiss.

You were too much in love to behave like that and this cheesy Christmas tradition was able to remind you of that

Originally posted by n-akahara

Kuroo Tetsurou

He wasn’t furious, he wasn’t even angry. He has just started feeling a little more desperate lately.

You and he have been an official couple for two months now and despite his great adoration for you, not sharing a first kiss was absolutely stressing him out.

He has tried to kiss your beautiful pinkish lips on several occasions, but none of his well-prepared ideas have worked so far.

‘’Maybe, you should try under the mistletoe.’’ Kenma stated calmly, not bothering to look up from his phone.

‘’Kenma, you are a genius.’’

‘’Am I?’’

But the volleyball captain didn’t hear his friend’s words anymore, already involving all of his teammates in a new plan.

After fifteen minutes of talking, kicking, arguing at throwing bals at faces - all of yelled some motivation things and decided to do their best to make Kuroo happy…or quiet.


You were currently doing absolutely nothing when Yaku came out of nowhere looking determined for a reason you weren’t ready to know.

He patted your arm gently to gain your attention and asked you to go to the gym. Not wanting to disappoint him, you just did what he asked for.

Opening the gym door, you were welcomed by a swallowing darkness.

‘’Um, hello? Yaku told me to come here..’’

‘’Come closer!’’ Someone, whose voice you could recognise everywhere, whispere from somewhere in front of you.

‘’Tetsu what..’’

‘’Just come closer!’’

‘’Okay, okay. Geez…’’

You made more than five steps and suddenly the lights turned on, almost blinding you.

‘’Wh–What is THIS?’’ You exclaimed, shocked upon seeing the whole gym ceiling decorated with fresh branches of mistletoe.

‘’Surprise!’’ Kuroo’s hands sneaked around your shoulder. His mouth dangerously close to your ear, tickling it with every breath. ‘’Now you have to kiss me.’’ He whispered slowly, trying to be seductive and well, succeeding.

Out of nowhere, realisation hit you harder than three first days of period.

‘’If you wanted to kiss me, you could have just asked.’’ Laughing you turned to face him.

‘’I know, but it was stressing me out–’’ You didn’t even let him finish and kissed him roughly. throwing him off guard.

He was talking to much anyway.


‘’Heey, Yaku-senpai..since we are here too, maybe we could..–’’

‘’Fuck off.’’ 

And poor Lev, left gym whining like a child.

Originally posted by mintsky-a

Do not stop. Do not stop believing in yourself, in your dreams. Believe in everything you want even in times when you are uncertain of yourself. When you’re not sure if you can make it through but you know you still want it, whatever it may be, you need it. You need it so bad that suffering won’t even deter you. You are craving it, your goals, your dreams, your future. Don’t stop pulling through. We all fail, we all slip up, we all lay in the mud sometimes, we all think we’re are giving up by laying down and wishing we didn’t want it. But, no matter how hard we try, we still want it. That, that alone is what will give you it. The never ending image of that success and of that life that you could have. It is all you need. Do not stop. Do not let yourself down. If you can’t stop thinking about it, you will get up and you will try again. Just keep going.

Don’t stop believing in yourself - by Amy Kennedy


1. Don’t Panic: If you’re reading this, you’re upset that you failed the class, and it’s good that you care. Don’t freak out, it’s not the end of the world. You either did or didn’t try your best, but there’s not much you can do about that now. 

2. Meet with an Advisor: There will be two options - either re-take the class, or move on (if it’s not an essential one). The plus-side to retaking is that it’ll be easier the second time around, the downside being that it’s going to take up time you could be using for another class. Moving on is a good option if it’s not going to mess up your GPA. 

3. Make a Plan:First of all, there’s a reason you failed. Figure out what that reason is. Was the class hard? Did you have extenuating circumstances? Or did you just not work hard enough? Regardless of the reason, figure out how you’re not going to fail again. 

4. Don’t Feel Guilty: It’s hard not to feel bad when you’re using your parents money for college, or you’re dealing with insane loans. But, you have to just move on. Continually stressing about it won’t change the failing grade, it’ll more likely contribute to future stress.


Brett x Reader

Requested by Anon

“You must find it before the others do.” The words echoed through your head like a constant reminder that you were going to fail.

Try as hard as you could you couldn’t find what your alpha had described and you were turned around, still not used to Beacon Hills.

Just as you thought you’d found a way back to a main road you hit a dead end and an arrow whistled past, so close, that you watched it split the ends of your hair.

“(Y/N) run!” Brett yelled from somewhere, kicking you into gear as you climbed the building, running over the roof tops until you saw him and jumped down.

“What’s happening?” You gasped but before he could answer whoever was hunting you jumped onto the roof, taking shots from above.

“Just run!” He yelled, the both of you tearing away from the attacker.

You slowed and slipped in the rain, screaming when you fell behind and an arrow almost caught you.

“Don’t Worry, I’ve got you.” He gasped having skidded to a halt to help you.

“Brett!” You whimpered as the figure entered the street.

“Listen just focus on healing while you run.” Brett snapped, his hands guiding you as you blindly stumbled into a side street.

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Theatre Challenge →1/8 Shows


If you ever get the chance to see a production of Ragtime, I could not further urge you to go. I am shocked by how poignant the story remains to everyday life after quite a few years since its original incarnation. It must be one of the most well-written shows of all time, if not the number one smartest piece of theatre.

“It was the music of something beginning, an era exploding, a century spinning in riches and rags, and in rhythm and rhyme.

The people called it Ragtime“


She found him, curled up on his bed and under his covers, she could hear the faint sounds of sniffles erupting from his chest. The blankets quaked as he sobbed softly. 

“Sodapop, baby.” His mother whispered softly, her heart grew heavy with sorrow as she sat beside him. “Who hurt you?” 

“N- no one…” The sound of his voice was muffled by his pillow. 

“Honey, I can’t fix this if you don’t tell me what happened. I want to help you, I really do. Come out and show me your beautiful face.” 

“Mum…” He choked, pulling himself up so he could look at her. “I tried so hard, I really did. I tried so hard and I failed, why am I a failure? Why can’t I be like Darry or- or Ponyboy? Why can’t I be like-” 

“Hey now, none of that.” She wrapped her arms around his body and she held him in her arms like she used to when he was just a tiny, little boy that was crying over a scraped knee. “What on Earth is this about?” 

“I got an F” His tears were spilling from his eyes as he shook in Mr’s Curtis’ arms. 

“Sweet heart, is this all over an F? It’s just an F baby, you’ve never been this worked up over one before.”

“You don’t understand.” He placed his head against her chest, her soft heartbeat soothed him like a lullaby. “You don’t understand… I tried this time. I really tried to get an A.”

“Oh darling.” She sighed, her fingers glided through his perfectly greased hair. “I know how upset you are-” 

“I’m dumb, I’m so damn stupid.” 

“Hey. Don’t you dare call yourself those names, do you understand me, you’re not dumb, you’re not stupid, you’re my special little guy, you’re-” 

“I’m nothing like Darry or Ponyboy” He cut her off. “They’re smart, Ponyboy is only 12 and he know’s how to write essays and thesis’, Darry know’s advanced Calculus and he’s going to an Ivy League school, and I’m never going to amount to them, I’m going to be a lazy bum.” 

“Don’t you ever compare yourself to Darry or Ponyboy, you hear? They’re book smart, I know that. But books aren’t everything, I’m glad that they’re able to grasp school, and I’m proud of them both. But I’m proud of you too.” 

“Why would you be proud of me, I’m an idi-” 

“Sodapop Patrick Curtis.” Mrs Curtis wasn’t having his self deprecating attitude any longer, she turned him over on his stomach and she swatted his bottom with as much force as the tiny woman could muster. 

“Ow! You hit me!” He accused, his eyes were wide and clouded with hurt. 

“I merely swatted you, you keep going and you’ll getting a spanking. I don’t care if you’re 15. You’re still my baby.” She wrapped him up in her arms once more. “I am proud of you, every day and I will never stop.” 

“How could you be proud of me?” He asked softly. “I don’t understand.” 

“You mightn’t be book smart, Soda, but you’re definitely not dumb. Books don’t get you everywhere. This world needs more people like you. You’re so creative, you’re the only kid I know who makes blue mash potatoes. You’re so kind, in a world like this one, it’s not something you see every day. You have a heart bigger than this state. You’re the glue that holds this family together, and one day, you’ll find something you’re great at, and you’ll make a career out of that. An F doesn’t make you a failure. I just want you to keep being the boy I love, the boy that I am proud to call my son. I want you to stop seeing yourself as a failure and see yourself through my eyes and your dad’s eyes. We love you. Nothing will ever change that.” 

“I love you mum.” Sodapop said softly, his eyes brimming with tears as he wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

“Oh honey, I ain’t ‘dyin for at least another 60 years, you’re stuck with me.” 

I’m slightly disturbed now that I’m replaying Cullen’s scene in Broken Circle. I didn’t remember how… Damaged he was in this scene. Now that I’m paying attention, he was so beyond okay it isn’t even funny. Who thought it was okay ti put him back into service after everything he went through? The things he saw, the things he went through…He wasn’t okay. He was very much not okay, and yet, Cullen went right back to be a Circle templar.

See, the thing is, the order failed Cullen pretty bad at that. He could’ve been sent to stay in a Chantry for a while. Somewhere away from mages. But no. They left him in the very halls he was tortured and saw the people he considered friends die. 

You know what really hurts me? This sentence:

“And to think I once thought we were too hard on you.”

(he said something a bit different to my Warden, since this one isn’t a mage, but it was to the same effect)

Before the events of Broken Circle, Cullen thought that Templars were too harsh on mages. He was, maybe on the way of thinking mages deserved better treatment. He trusted mages enough to be infatuated for one. But then he saw abominations, he was tortured, had his most private thoughts and feelings violated, saw demons killing people left and right, Uldred was doing unspeakable things in a room above Cullen, where he could listem to everything. 

Also look at the place he was trapped in

Look at this. There are bodies and… Corruption everywhere. He got trapped in that place for God knows how long.

His fear turned into some pretty solid hatred. And I think maybe hate was the way he found to cope with all the trauma. It’s better to turn your pain into a weapon you can use against others, than leave it something that will only cut you (and I mean that as a trail of thought, not something you should do. Because it obviously isn’t the best course of action at all. Nor does it absolve anyone for their mistakes).

I don’t blame him for his hatred. I don’t blame him for wanting the mages dead. Anyone in his position probably wouldn’t be able to say something rational or not be dominated by fear and anger. And I pretty much doubt that anyone can go back to normal without help after this on the spot. This is enough to drive anyone mad.

To be quite honest, it’s truly remarkable he managed to snap out of it at all…

Something that I find remarkable about the GW2 PS, especially when you think about the MMO genre as a whole is the fact that your character fails. Your character makes mistakes. Mistakes that have actual consequences.

Like the Human 10 Story? Don’t go after Quinn? He dies. He dies, and it’s your fault, because you didn’t help him.

Or Claw island! No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, the Fortress falls, you retreat, and your beloved mentor dies. You lose.

Also the Greatest Fear storyline, especially the Demolitionist Tonn version - it was completely out of your control, there was nothing you could have done, but Ceera still resents you. She runs away and gets herself in danger, you save her, and she clearly states that she’s thankful for that, but she can still never forgive you for taking her husband from her.

These losses and failures are something the Commander just has to deal with. Their losses make them grow as a person and a leader, and it teaches a very important lesson

Sometimes, you fail. There’s nothing you can do. Get up, move on. In the end, you will still triumph. In the end, it will all be okay.

Your character says it themself in the story branch that gets Kekt killed - “I am sick and tired of burying our best”. It affects them, they feel guilty and tired but they fight on. They gather up the courage necessary to overcome a threat so disproportionate to themself and their resources (mechanics aside, here) and give the deaths they’ve witnessed meaning in victory.

I’m just… really happy with the vanilla PS writing.

@fallennoirskeleton Can’t spell awesomeness without woes, my friend!

Hey there, I’m going to be pretty blunt with you for this. You can’t compare yourself to others. You need to take that jealousy n envy and project that into motivation and inspiration. I know it’s hard, I know it’s especially hard to hear and to keep hearing it over and over. You’ll get tired of seeing the same old phrases like “Practice makes perfect!” and “Never say never!!”. Thing is though there is no “perfect” when it comes to art, there are so many grey areas that you could never depict it in black and white. You’re going to fail, you’re going to suck, and you’re going to want to pull out your hair and scream. Art just isn’t an easy path especially if you want to pursue it into something to that of a career and make something of it.
Artists in general are highly underrated, especially those who go into animation and writing as well as many other forms. It sucks in certain aspects.
Looking at me and MC ….. You just can’t do that, y’know? Heck there is so much that I aspire to be when I look up to MC (and many of my other friends) that they probably look up to in others, their selves. There is a huge difference between my less than 1 year of experience in digital art to their almost 7 years now. A HUGE difference. I mean heck, look at one of the first few drawings I did:

I think one of the only reasons why I’ve progressed the way I have is because of the tumblr friends I have made and that I’m also constantly surrounded by art. I take everything in and I spend way more time than I am comfortable saying sitting in my chair and just drawing every single day. Sometimes it gets to a point where it can be unhealthy and I need to remind myself it’s important to be sleeping and eating as well as doing normal adult things.
So while it’s completely normal to be feeling discouraged it’s also important to try and take those feelings and turn them positive to create something that no one else has seen! Every piece of art is unique!! Only YOU can tell a story with your drawings so just go out there and do it for you! Talent is a minuscule portion to what art actually is and cannot be boiled down to something so arbitrary. It’s a lot of hard work, dedication and determination. Ya gotta really want it, but if you do I know you can do it.



Day 4 alternatively: How to Get the Citizens of Paris Off Your Trail– HERO CLOTHING LINES.

HOWDY KIDDOS!!! Welcome to day two of angstliving. This one is actually more flangsty (which is a angst/fluff combo, for those of you who are new to the fam) and it’s dedicated to one of my best friends, Lena, because the library study rooms were out hangout place in high school. <333 I hope you kiddos enjoy! ;)

hi. mom! I was wondering if you could write a fic where Alex is in high school (like a junior/senior) and is having a really hard time with school and grades and just feels like he’s really stupid and that he keeps failing everything and that maybe he won’t graduate, but John helps him feel better? cause I’m currently feeling that way and it would just be helpful for me. - heartbreak anon  

It was nine in the morning on a Saturday and Alexander was sitting in the local library with nearly all of his textbooks spread out on the desk in front of him. Even though his hair had been neatly pulled back into a bun before he left the house, there were already strands sticking up and hanging around his face because he couldn’t stop lodging his hands in his hair. The feel of his hair was somehow very calming, though he was well past being anywhere near calm.

No, he couldn’t be calm when his future depended on how much information he absorbed from the very books spread out in front of him; when it depended on his using not only his words, which was fine, not a problem, but also his math and science skills.

Logically, he knew he’d been at a disadvantage for sometime. He’d been shuffled through different schools for the past two years. He’d only been with the Washingtons and at this school for six months.

History he could teach himself. Literature and writing he could do in his sleep. But the rest of it? It was extremely difficult for him to catch up, to comprehend it all when his basic education of those subjects had been so shaky.

It made him feel stupid, to say the least. And to make matters worse, he couldn’t graduate with failing grades, let alone get into a good college, or any college at all.

The pressure of it all was building up; it was crushing him. Just as his breathing began to grow faster, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

John Laurens <3: Good morning babe! Whatcha up to today? Wanna come over and play video games?

Alex couldn’t help but smile at his boyfriend’s text.

Alexander Hamilton: I wish :( Studying

John Laurens <3: there’ll be more time for video games later <3 how’s it going?

Alexander Hamilton: i’m too stupid for this, john

Alexander Hamilton: sorry

Alexander Hamilton: it’s too early for my bs, I know

John Laurens <3: you home?

Alexander Hamilton: library

John Laurens <3: omw

Alexander groaned and let his head fall onto an open book. He hadn’t meant to throw himself a pity party and guilt his boyfriend into coming to comfort him, which Alex knew would just be kind lies.

John tapped on Alex’s shoulder less than ten minutes later. Alex turned to find John’s freckled face a bright shade of red and his eyes filled with concern.

“You wanna talk?” John whispered.

Alex sighed but nodded. It was only fair to John after he came all this way. He hastily shoved all of his books in his backpack and followed John to the front desk of the library, where John asked for a study room.

The balding man behind the desk took their names and led them into the back, a key in hand.

“You have it for one hour, then longer if nobody else requests it.”

“Thanks,” John said.

Once they were alone in the room, Alex set his backpack on the floor and slumped into one of the wooden chairs. John sat across the table from him, staring at him. Alex knew he was waiting for him to talk.

“I’m gonna fail algebra II and environmental, John. And please don’t tell me I won’t,” he quickly added. “I know I’m too stupid for this. It’s too late for me, and now these two classes are gonna make me flunk out of school, and then I’ll never get into college, and then––”

“Alex,” John said calmly. “That won’t happen.”

“I just said don’t tell me it wo––”

“I mean you’re not gonna fail out of school,” John clarified. “I don’t know what your grades are, but I do know that they don’t define how intelligent you really are.”

Alex looked down at the grooves in the wooden table.

“Listen, Alex, you’re one of the smartest people I know. You can write, debate, you know more about politics than I do and my dad’s a senator,” John said with a laugh.

“But I’m failing two classes, John. You can’t graduate with failing grades.”

“Then you won’t fail,” John said as if it were truly that simple.

“John, it’s not th––”

“I’ll help you, and we’ll talk to your teachers, and Laf and the Washingtons will help, too. You’re not alone, Alex.” John reached a hand across the table.

Alex looked at it a moment before slipping his own into it.

“Let us help?” John asked.

“Okay,” Alex whispered after a moment. “Okay.”

This will hurt.

When I say: “You’re not always gonna get it right,” I’m not talking about the moments where we fall into sin. I’m not talking about the slip-ups in our day where our flesh wins. I’m talking about the moments when we feel like we’re doing the right thing. 

I’m talking about the moments where we try so earnestly to blend the Word with our day. I mean the moments where we are giving all we have to someone in hopes that they’ll see Jesus in it. I mean the days where we’re trying so hard to love like Jesus does. You’re not always gonna get those moments right. Sometimes you’ll get em wrong. Sometimes you’ll push people away. Sometimes you’ll let yourself down. But you could never let God down. 

Your mistakes could never be big enough to throw off His plan. Your missteps could never outweigh God’s purpose. Yeah it’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna suck to feel like you failed at the one thing you’re supposed to do. It ain’t fun, trust me.

God doesn’t love you or them any less. Take a deep breath. Forgive yourself. Learn from this. 

Trying Something New

Drabble request from anonymous

Robb Stark x Reader

11. “Good, I like it rough.”
12. “What? Are you going to make me?”
19. “Quiet! They’re going to hear you!”

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Warnings: rough sex

Words: 970ish

You were determined to break him. He had been trying to turn you on all day and you were staying strong and resilient. He was almost getting angry at how hard it was to turn you on today. The two of you had made a bet that whoever was the first to crack was the other person’s servant for a month.

“You know, Robb. If you keep failing to satisfy me I might just have to find another man” you smiled to yourself with your back to your boyfriend because you knew that would piss him off.

“What did you just say?” he all but growled at you, immediately at your back. You could feel the anger bubbling off of him, yet you pushed him further.

You spun around quickly, meeting him with your faces nearly touching and with a devilish smirk on your face you said,

“I said, if you can’t turn me on by trying this hard, I might have to find a man that can.”

You repeating yourself did it.

Your back slammed into the giant armoire as Robb’s one hand was at your throat, the other pinning your shoulder to the large, wooden piece of furniture, and his chest was heaving with rage.

“You say anything like that to me again woman, and I won’t be as gentle as I normally am” he was growling now, his pupils blown wide with anger as his bright eyes bored holes in your soul.

Good. I like it rough.” you spat out. Smirking at him yet again. You were finally getting what you wanted. This animalistic and almost terrifying side of Robb was something you saw only once and you’d be lying if it didn’t make you soaked. You needed to see it again. You needed to feel it. You just had to be on the receiving end of that rough, primal side of him.

“Shut up!” he yelled, punching the thick wood next to your head and quickly turning away from you. He threw his hands to his side and pacing back and forth, his boots slamming loudly across the stone floor.

“What? Are you going to make me?” you almost screamed, making Robb whip his head toward you with his mouth hung open in shock.

“Y/N… Do-do you want me to be rough with you? Is that why you’re starting a fight with me?” he asked, approaching you looking almost cautious.

You let out a heavy sigh and flopped back onto your bed.

“Yes, Robb. I want you to be rough with me. I want you to choke me and grab me and be aggressive. I want you to mark me. Show people I’m yours. Be territorial of me” you let your arms cover your face, afraid of what he was going to say to your kinky confession. You felt the bed dip next to you and felt Robb’s lips on your shoulder planting small, sweet kisses as he moved toward your neck. You let your arms fall to your side and when Robb’s mouth got to your neck he bit down. Hard.

“Robb!” it was partly a yell, but mostly a moan.

“Shh baby, I got you” he whispered as his tongue quickly soothed over where he bit you.

His mouth worked on one side of your neck as his hand came up to grip it. He pulled back and looked you in the eyes and you nodded, silently giving him permission as his fingertips stretched around your throat. He squeezed lightly, he pressure increasing as he saw just how much you liked it. You were so distracted from the delicious pressure of his hand at your throat that you failed to notice his hand creeping up your thigh until you moaned when two of his fingers entered you. You could see the wide smile on his face at the sounds you were making and could feel his growing erection against your leg.

“Robb” you squeaked out, his hand still at your throat, “Need you.”

He smiled even wider and giggled a little when you pulled him on top of you between your legs. After a moment of fumbling with his trousers, his tip was teasing your entrance, causing you to throw your head back in anticipation.

He entered you slowly, enjoying the feeling of filling you up, inch by inch. Once he was seated inside you, he started to move at a slow, yet steady, pace. As his pace quickened, he let his hand find your throat again, squeezing harder as the both of you plummeted towards your orgasms.

“Fuck Robb!” you yelled, one hand raking nails down his back and the other gripping his bicep.

Quiet! They’re going to hear you!” he whispered, referring to his family and two other houses that were having a meeting in the next room over.

He clamped his hand over your mouth while leaning on his elbow, allowing you to still breathe out of your nose. You screamed into his other hand as his thumb was rubbing tight circles on your clit as he continued to slam into you. Gods did this man know how to fuck hard when it came down to it. Your orgasm slammed into you so hard your vision faltered a little and your legs started shaking heavily. Robb grinned as he met his release shortly after you, his eyes rolling back and your name coming out of his mouth in a sinful moan.

He rolled off of you, both of you breathing heavy.

“Let’s do that again. I like being aggressive with you” he smiled and closed his eyes as he nuzzled his face into your neck, allowing your limbs to become entangled.

“Good. I like it rough” you giggled as you repeated your earlier words and you felt your boyfriend laugh into your neck and kiss you sweetly on your pulse point.

gavingruchy replied to your post: What do you think is the best KuroFai moment in…

what about so far niiiiick

You guys ask all the hard questions. 

One day I will go through properly and make a more comprehensive list but RIGHT NOW, OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD, I PICK THESE THREE. IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER. 


In which Kurogane is trying to say with words just what his actions mean and it doesn’t quite work. 

Ie, through a complicated mix of Kurogane not wording it very well in the first place, Fai having no sense of self worth, and Fai also failing to ever consider that other people could like him any more than he likes himself (which is not at all), it’s made clear that neither of them really know how the other works at their core but the reader gets to see it all regardless.  


Where, among other things, Fai’s starting to realise that his falseness just straight up doesn’t work on Kurogane. Kurogane sees more of Fai than anyone else and yet despite that he’s still here, and Fai doesn’t quite know what to do with that information. 


Which, admittedly, was all off screen. BUT COME ON. 

SIX MONTHS of Fai and Kurogane alone together, being forced to communicate without words, and becoming an inseparable battle duo in the process. There is a lot in there and I adore all of it. 

it’s fucking ironic
how the boy who breathed in smoke
to kiss you hard with stardust pouring from his lips
was the boy who set you on fire with his cigarette breath
and forgot to put you out when the flames consumed your lungs
and then suddenly
your kitchen sink
was coated red with blood stains
from failed attempts of scrubbing his smile out of your veins
and the only time you could forget his name
was when you were throwing up your moms whiskey
alone on the bathroom floor
in a pool of your own tears and puke

and you’ve never felt so goddamn alone

now it’s been three months
and your sister wonders what happened to your smile
and your laugh
and sometimes you hear her sobbing in her room
because you accidentally let her see you cry
so you run away without ever leaving your bed
because he still loves you when you close your eyes
so you scream that you hope that you’ll never wake up
and then you realize
that when love dies
so do the flowers in your mothers garden
because she’s so afraid they will remind you of him
but he is nothing and he is everything
and you never could get his fucking smile out of your veins

—  sharp edges
Mile High Club~Freaky February~ (A.C)

Prompt: Having sex with Cesaro on a long flight.

Pairing: Cesar x Reader

Word Count: 594

Warning:  None (well, might use the same title for other stories, make it a series if there are enough request when I cam back)

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