but i am very bad with decisions


Lee Jong-rak is the South Korean pastor who created the “Baby Box”. The idea is that mothers who do not want their babies can leave them inside the box which includes a thick towel and lights and heating to keep the baby warm. When a baby is placed inside the box, a bell rings in Lee Jon-rak’s home which the box is attached to, and he or a member of his staff will go and collect the unwanted baby and bring them inside to his orphanage. Hundreds of babies are left abandoned at the side of the road in South Korea yearly and Jong-rak knew the perfect way to save the lives of these innocent babies. There is a sign above the drop box which reads: “Please do not abandon babies (just anywhere)… Pull the handle, and leave the baby (inside)… ” He confessed that he didn’t expect the box to be as popular as it has been. On one occasion a mother dropping her baby off explained to him that she had poison to kill herself and her baby but because of this box, she had an alternative. On another occasion, a baby was left with this heart wrenching note:

“My baby! Mom is so sorry. I am so sorry to make this decision. My son! I hope you to meet great parents, and I am very, very sorry . I don’t deserve to say a word. Sorry, sorry, and I love you my son. Mom loves you more than anything else. I leave you here because I don’t know who your father is. I used to think about something bad, but I guess this box is safer for you.That’s why I decided to leave you here. My son, Please forgive me.”

haikyuu!! fic rec

i’ve been consuming unreasonable amounts of hq!! fic these past few months… here’s a rec list of ~70 fics for 16 ships. 

(edit: if the links aren’t working, right-click to open the fic in a new tab. sorry;;)

❤ = favorite

❤ ❤ ❤ = god-tier 


Bokuto/Akaashi (otp: my head, his heart)

the better boyfriend battle by norio (M)  ❤

Summary:  It’s two days after their first date anniversary, so Bokuto ruins Akaashi’s life.

i put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight by carafin (G)  ❤

Summary:  In which Bokuto Kotarou is woefully inept at conveying his feelings, and Akaashi Keiji has a sort-of superpower. Sort of.

Karma by dgalerab (T)

Summary: Akaashi pulls a muscle and Bokuto offers to help him with yoga. Akaashi knows a bad idea when he sees it, and he really only agrees because he’s suddenly acquired a deeply rooted desire to see Bokuto do yoga.For multiple reasons.

Maybe We’re Airborne, Baby by sterlinglee (T)

Summary: Realizing he’s got it bad for his setter is the easy part. Getting his feelings across might be the hardest thing Bokuto’s ever done, not counting his literature final or putting out the flames on that birthday cake he tried to bake for Akaashi last year, or—or a lot of things, actually.But the point still stands. Reaching out to Akaashi is a leap in the dark, and he wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything (especially the smoking remains of a cake he baked before he really understood his feelings, but knew that it’s what you attempt with your own two hands that matters).

snowflakes by arsenicjay (T)

Summary: Bokuto is a simple wizard with simple needs; a nice date, a little romance, and he’s all good to go.Or, Akaashi and Bokuto spend a day in Hogsmeade just before Christmas.

stating the obvious by ThinkingCAPSLOCK (G)

Summary:  There’s a lot of things Bokuto isn’t sure about now that he’s in university. His program, his new team, his future. There’s only one thing he’s absolutely sure of. He is not dating Akaashi Keiji. Not even a little bit.

Year-Round Love by masi (G)

Summary:  In his first year of university, Bokuto realizes that he really adores Akaashi.

Rest of the rec list under the cut!

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I’ve got my swim trunks, and my flippie-floppies

for @legividivici, hope you like it!! <3 (ao3)

The last place Clarke expected to run into anyone she knows is the literal middle of the ocean, but the cruise ship has barely left port before she spots a familiar head of tousled curls ahead of her in the crowd.

She loses sight of him before she can get a good look, so she chalks it up to her imagination. It’s entirely possible that Bellamy is on the same cruise she is– they did, after all, both just graduate, and therefore have the same budget and scheduling constraints– but she tells herself it probably isn’t him. And that even if it is him, it’s not like they’re going to run into each other.

So of course the next day she’s on one of the decks by the pool when a shadow falls over her and his voice says, “Is this chair taken?”

Clarke pushes her sunglasses up on top of her head and wrinkles her nose at him.

“I don’t know, I my tiara really ought to have a chair of its own.”

Bellamy smirks and sits on the edge of the chair, not moving her stuff– not yet– but settling in to bicker with her. As is their custom.

She and Bellamy were RAs in the same dorm two years ago, and they had differing ideas at first about how hands-on they needed to be with their freshmen. Despite the way they picked at each other, by the end of the year they’d become reluctant allies, his calling her ‘Princess’ taking on less of a sneer and more of a teasing edge, her comebacks laced with a smile. They had each other’s backs.

But she didn’t re-up her RA contract for her senior year, and he did, and they’re not the type of friends to outright admit they miss each other, so she hasn’t seen nearly as much of him in the past couple of semesters as she would like.

“You here with Wells?”

“And Raven,” she nods. “I was saving those seats for them, but I’m pretty sure they ditched me to have tiny cabin sex.”

“O and Lincoln ditched me pretty fast too. I think they’ve all forfeited their right to a saved seat,” he grins, passing her bag back to her. The way he lounges back in the chair, skin already browning, wind ruffling his hair, he looks like something straight out of an ad. Or Clarke’s fantasies. Either one, really.

Just because she used to think he was a Class-A dick (which he is, but not in the way she thought. In the fun way.) doesn’t mean she’s never noticed how great his hands are, or how he’s got perfect hair for pulling, or how there’s probably more than one way to wipe a smirk off his face.

“Sure, make yourself at home,” she grumbles. He grins at her and pulls his shirt off, which is– honestly just so unfair.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

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anonymous asked:

*curtsies* One of the things I really admire about you is your independence and I really need some advice about moving out for the first time. My best friend and I both got into the same MA program so we'll be roommates but it's the first time we're going to be living away from our parents. We're both quite introverted people and I'm the type of person that hates change. However, the reason I decided to move away was so I could experience adulthood. Do you have any advice for a starter adult??

*curtsies* Right, this started as a normal paragraph post but then it got too long so here’s a list.

Advice for Starter Adults

  1. Budget. Everything is more expensive than you think it is. Figure out what your monthly spending cap is, figure out what the necessities are going to be each month and how much you’ll have left over for pocket money. Then STICK TO YOUR BUDGET. There is nothing worse than your card getting declined because there’s no money in your account or not being able to pay your rent at the end of the month. Most importantly: (1) Leave yourself a cushion and a backup plan for emergencies. Things come up unexpectedly. You don’t want to be down to your last five dollars when your car breaks down on the side of the road. My advice is to put a chunk of money in a savings account and just pretend it’s not there until you’re in a tight spot and you need it. (2) Keep track of what you’re spending on what. Ask for receipts. This is a really good habit to get into and trust me, you will be much better off when you start doing your own taxes if you have an exact record of all your spending. (Also: Don’t use a credit card at the bar. Take cash out at the beginning of the night and when that runs out, stop. This is a great way to avoid the unpleasant surprise of an $80 bar tab in the morning and also keeps you from getting embarrassingly drunk.)
  2. Talk to your roommates. Turning from ‘friends’ to ‘roommates’ has wrecked a lot of friendships. It might sound ideal to live with your best friend but it’s actually a lot harder than it sounds. The best way to avoid hating your best friend is to communicate. If they do something you’re not okay with, tell them instead of stewing about it. Encourage them to do the same. Talk to each other and establish ground rules even if you think you’ll never need them. Because you will. 
  3. Talk to people besides your roommates. When you go off to college with a good friend it can be really tempting to use that person as a security blanket and only hang out with them. Don’t do that. The first risk you run is that you’ll get sick of each other and it will have a seriously negative impact on your friendship. The second is that you won’t meet anyone new and you’ll regret that down the road. A friendship is like any other relationship in that being conjoined at the hip isn’t healthy. Have other friends, pursue your own interests, and get back together to talk about it at the end of the day.
  4. Clean up after yourself. Especially in shared space, and don’t wait until three days later to do it. This goes not just for your house or dorm but for classrooms, libraries, etc. Nothing says “I’m still a child” like not cleaning up your own mess. But this goes for your own space, too. You will have a much easier time functioning if your room isn’t a wreck, so just keep it clean. It will do wonders for your mental health. 
  5. Budget time for housework and errands. If you don’t make time to do laundry and go to the grocery store you’re going to be naked and hungry a lot. These things take time. So book hours into your schedule on days you don’t have class to get shit done. 
  6. Budget time for work AND relaxation. A lot of people crash and burn in college and grad school because they don’t understand how to divide their time. Yes, schoolwork should be your priority, but you also need to make sure you’re spending time relaxing because if you don’t, you will wreck your mental health. Take your playtime seriously.
  7. Make lists. Make lists of what groceries you need to buy, what you need to get done before Monday, emails you need to send, whatever. Write shit down and cross it off as you get through it. This will greatly reduce stress because you know exactly what you need to get done in a given day and you’re not going to forget anything. 
  8. Eat as healthy as you can. Trust me, I understand exactly how expensive produce is and how tempting it is to live on coffee and Cheerios because it’s cheap. But that kind of diet (or worse, a diet of Doritos and Aristocrat) will take a toll, believe me. Find a place to shop where you can get some reasonably healthy stuff at reasonable prices. Buy store-brand versions of name-brand stuff. (It’s a lot cheaper and it tastes exactly the same.) If your diet sucks it’s going to cause all kind of other problems: breakouts, weight gain, lethargy, etc. Learn how to feed yourself. Make lists for the store so you have the stuff to make actual meals at home. And if you have problems with junk food or overeating, here’s the most important tip: Just don’t buy that shit. Don’t keep beer or potato chips or chocolate in the house if you know you’ll end up eating it while you binge-watch The Crown at three in the morning. Buy healthy snacks instead and you’ll have no choice but to eat those when you have a craving, and save the chocolate for special occasions.
  9. Get more sleep than you think you need. The older you get, the more you will start to feel it when you don’t get enough sleep, so guess what? BUDGET YOUR SLEEP TIME INTO YOUR SCHEDULE. There are only 24 hours in a day and you need to use like at least seven of them for sleeping. 
  10. Exercise. Look, being a teenager is great because you have an elastic metabolism, hangovers don’t exist, and you’re going to bounce back pretty quickly from eating a cheeseburger every day for a week. Once you hit about 23, the glory days are over and before you know it you’ll have gained fifteen pounds and be feeling pretty crappy. So nip that in the bud. Most universities have student health centers, and even if they don’t you can always exercise in the great outdoors for free. Find some kind of exercise you like and guess what? Budget it into your schedule. If you’re a person who’s never exercised in the past, don’t get me wrong, it will suck the first few weeks you do it. But after that it will start to feel really good and you will be much happier and healthier. (Not to mention, you will look better, and that’s always a plus.)
  11. Don’t put off doctor’s appointments. Dude, I am SO bad at this. It takes forever and it’s always awkward and it’s just easier not to think about it. But you know what? It’s even easier to plan it in advance instead of trying to shoehorn it in at the last moment because you need a prescription refilled. 
  12. Don’t do dumb stuff just because you can. Getting out from under the parental eye can be exciting and very liberating. However. Most of the rules your parents have are to keep you from accidentally maiming or mortally embarrassing yourself. So take careful stock of decisions that seem reckless. Like, don’t go out and adopt an 80-pound dog because your parents never let you have a puppy. Don’t get wasted on a Tuesday and hook up with a random stranger twice your age just because nobody’s going to stop you. Being an adult is about having the freedom to make your own decisions but not being a dumbass about it. 
  13. Don’t bite off more than you can chew. Start small. Under-commit yourself at first because I promise things are going to come up that you didn’t expect. So don’t sign up for twice the recommended number of classes and three intramural teams at the same time. Start small and add to your workload if you find you have the time and energy to do more. You have much greater odds of success that way.
  14. Don’t be afraid to ask for help when you need it. Adulting is hard. There is no instruction manual. If you need help, ask. Professional Adults understand that being an Amateur Adult is hard, because they had to do it once, too. Chances are they will be happy to help so long as you ask politely. So. No idea how to balance a checkbook? Ask your mom. No idea how to get grass stains out of your jeans? Ask your dad. No idea how to navigate the library? Ask. No idea how to format a college paper? Ask. Admitting you don’t know how to do stuff and then doing what you have to to learn is part of being an adult. Pretending you know how to do stuff you don’t and accidentally breaking your dishwasher is not.
  15. Don’t beat yourself up if you screw up. Look. Inevitably, it’s going to happen. You’re going to lock yourself out of the house or overdraw your bank account or hit a mailbox backing out of your parking lot. Shit like that is going to happen for the rest of your life regardless of how good at adulting you are. The most adult thing you can learn to do is deal with it reasonably. Melting down because you made a mistake is childish, so don’t do that. When you screw up, laugh it off if that’s appropriate, fix it if you can, and get on with your life. 

Anyway, those are the basics. Good luck!

I don't remember | Jughead x Reader | Part 2

*PART 1*| *PART 3*

Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed, and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest, you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?

Words: 1363

Warnings: MISTERY, cursing, alcohol, bad decisions, some sexual content, presumptions of rape, suppositions about a date rape drug. You are reading at your own risk. Sorry.

A/N(IMPORTANT): I am very glad that so many of you liked the first part. When I started to write this, I did not expect to write a story like this. I hope you will like the second part. Please after reading this, read some fluff. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again. 

Feel free to send my any requests, asks etc.
Also, the thoughts are write in italic.

“The problem is that you wasn’t drunk (Y/N),” he said.

“W-what?” My voice was shaky

How quick could I get to the front door?
Jughead was (much/a little bit/-) taller, but maybe I could reach them faster. Of course, if the door is not closed. I could also choose a window, but this one look like really tricky to open.

“Maybe you want to change first?” He asked, and my mind started to work faster. 

I need to get out of here. Now

I threw the clothes he gave my into the air, and I reached the front door. I pressed the handle.  

Closed. Fuck. I should choose the window.


“This was amazing,” I said when I finished my drink “What did you add to it?”

His eyes opened wide, but he smirked and said: “I am not telling you, it’s a secret.”

I laughed. “Then I would like another “secret”, but first let’s go dance.“


“I want to leave! If you don’t let me go, I will start screaming” Jughead was shocked. Probably he didn’t expect that I will act like this.

“Wait what… No no (Y/N) it’s not like that.”

“Open the door!”

“(Y/N)” He began to approach me.

“Stay away!” I said quickly. He stopped and put his hand into his pocket. He took out the keys.

“I am not forcing you to stay here (Y/N). You can leave whenever you want” He threw the keys, and I caught them.

“The biggest one,” he said.

I slowly opened the door still looking at him. It was right key. 
It calmed me a little.

“Ok, what happened” I crossed my arms. I needed answers, but I still didn’t trust him. Why should I?
I felt dizzy. The room started to be vague.

What was happening? I didn’t drink or eat  anyth… Oh God, he made me a coffee. And I drank it.
“Hi guys!” Veronica and a guy who I didn’t know walked to us.

“Hi!” I said

“(Y/N) you don’t know my brother. This is Oliver, Oliver this is (Y/N)” Reggie introduced us.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N)!” He was taller than Reggie, but they were very similar. No wonder why Veronica was looking at his face with admiration. He was very very handsome.

“You too.” He smiled. He had a gorgeous smile!

“Guys, someone puked on the stairs, and the beer had finished.” said some tall blonde boy who just barged through a crowd.

“It’s not even midnight!” Reggie looked at his brother and then at us.

“I take the beer,” Oliver said.

“So that means I going to deal with the stairs” Reggie rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Yup, little brother. Excuse us ladies. We will be right back.”

My vision went blur. I was falling. I felt the strong hand on my waist.

“No,” I said, but Jughead didn’t let me go.

“Calm down. Just sit on the chair. You will not black down in my house again.”

He walked my to the chair and took away his hands.

“What was in my coffee,” I said quietly


“What was in my coffee Jughead?”
“Girl, we are lucky” Ronnie smirked to me when Reggie and Oliver drifted away.

“The most handsome brothers!”

“I can already hear the rumours.”

“(Y/N) and Veronica the luckiest girls in the school” we laughed

“What are you two laughing about” we heard Archive voice. We turn around. He was holding two drinks.

“Nothing” Ronnie smiled.

“Well I figured out you will probably like something to drink since your partners abounded you.” He handle us the drinks

“I shouldn’t mix the alcohol,” I said hesitantly

“C'mon (Y/N) I made it especially for you” Archie winged.

“You are the second guy who said that in about ten minutes” I rolled my eyes
“Not very original.”

“Yeah thank you Archie for making during especially for (Y/N)” Ronnie acted offended but she smiled

“And this one is “especially” for you Veronica” Archie reflected, but he kept looking at me when I was drinking. I laughed.

“I hope so,” Ronnie said and took her drink.
“I didn’t drug you (Y/N)!”

“That is something, which someone who drugged me would say!” My vision was clear again. He was picking up the clothes. He looked in my eyes and sighed.

“I didn’t drug you. I didn’t force you to anything…” I opened my mouth. “No, let me finish! I didn’t add anything to your coffee. Basically, I didn’t do anything like that. I don’t know the whole story, but I can tell you what I know and what happened. I will understand if you don’t want to. You can leave whenever you want.”

I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure what to do. I was curious, but on the other hand,  I was scared.

He rolled his eyes, took his phone out of his pocket and placed it on the table next to me.
“I don’t know where your phone is but you can call whoever you want and check my story. Ok?”


“How are you filling?”

I knew that I shouldn’t mix alcohol! It was wired that I was drunk after two drinks. I didn’t like being drunk, but this time it was surprisingly nice. I felt relaxed when I was dancing. But after about 20 minutes I started feeling dizzy.

“Are you ok?” Kevin asked with concerned look

“I think-k so-o. I n-need s-some air” I said, and I was surprised. I didn’t think I
was so drunk to have a speech problem.

“Girl how much did you drink?” he smirked

“Definitely not enough” Veronica handled me a drink. She already drank about 6 and Archie was still bringing more.

“No, thanks.” The speech problem disappeared, how was that possible?

“C'mon you only drank about 2 and it’s not even midnight. By the way, did someone see Reggie or Olivier?”


“Why I am here with you,” I asked

“You called me,” he answered.

That was wired. Why I phoned Jughead? I didn’t know him. I didn’t talk to him. Something wasn’t right.

“I don’t have your number. How could I called you?”

“You called me from Archie’s phone.”

“I think I need to go home,” I said and started to looking for my purse. Damn it I left it somewhere.

“No (Y/N) stay with us!” Kevin insisted

I saw that Archie was holding a phone, he was texting. I took his phone and opened the contact book.

“No (Y/N)!” Archie tried to stop me and got his phone back. Probably I interrupted some meaningful conversation. I didn’t care. I found the taxi number, but I accidentally press the one above. I saw Jughead name on the screen, and then I heard his voice. He was angry.

“Dude! I told you I’m busy. I don’t care how wasted you are I’m not picking you up.” He hung up.

Archie took the phone out of my hand. “You need some air,” He said. “I will call a taxi for you, ok?”
I nodded

We walked out of Reggie’s house. The cold air was very nice. But I didn’t felt better. Contrary everything went blur again. I sat on the stairs. I felt dizzy and tired.

“Do you want to have a walk? Drive-In is nearby” I heard the voice. It sounded like from under water. Unrealistic. I didn’t recognise it. Maybe it was Archie? I walked out with Archie, right?

Strong hands helped me to stand up. I felt like my feets didn’t belong to me. I looked at the owner of the hands. But everything was nebulous. He was tall. What was his hair colour? Is it’s just the light from the streetlight reflecting in his black hair or there are really red?

“Yeah let’s go,” I said, and he took my hand.


“What are you not telling me, Jughead?” I asked

He didn’t answer.

Dive (pt. 2)

 Im so so so sorry it took me this long.  But its here, albeit with a shitty ending so sorry for that… but i hope you enjoy it anyways.  

- Cassie 

Part 1 can be found here

Originally posted by midsummermagiic

           It had been a couple weeks since you walked out on Tyler.  You were getting along ok, at least as ok as someone who’s love of their life had just cheated on them should be doing.  You had your moments where you just broke down and cried, those were mostly at three in the morning when Tyler called you drunk and begging you to take him back, and the nights you didn’t answer- the voicemails would be even worse.  

           Jamie like the amazing friend he is promised he would keep Tyler out of trouble as best as he could but you know yourself how much of a handful he could be.  Jamie had brought the rest of your things back to your apartment which you were extremely thankful for, it would have been hell if you had to go back and relive your relationship with Tyler.  Jamie told you that Tyler didn’t move when he was getting your stuff, he was just sitting on the couch staring blankly at the tv that wasn’t even turned on.  You broke down crying and Jamie held you and then tucked you in bed and truth be told you didn’t have very much motivation to move.

           Tyler’s game had drastically changed, anyone with eyes could see the difference between his playing when the two of you were together and now.  You couldn’t deny the pang of guilt you felt for this even knowing that Tyler isn’t your responsibility and neither is his playing ability.  You knew he was drinking more and going out a lot more than usual, Jamie had told you, and once again there was a pang of guilt.

           Today had been a particularly good day so you decided to go out to the café not far from your apartment to read a book and also get some social interaction- something you had been lacking.  You had invited Jamie along be he declined which you didn’t mind, it would give you time to think while you were moderately happy- something that hadn’t happened in a while.  You got your drink and sat down at a cozy table toward the back, away from the door.  Shortly after a man asked to sit down at you table as there were none available near a plug for his laptop.  

           “I’m sorry” the man sitting across from you starts “I have to confess, I lied I don’t need to charge my laptop, I saw you sitting here and I just wanted an excuse to talk to such a beautiful lady.”

           You feel your cheeks heating up, flattered by his comment.

           “I’m William, it’s a delight to meet you” he flashes you an award-winning smile.

           “(y/n)” you smile back politely not really interested in conversation.

           “So, do you come here very often?” Really the most used line in the book… like ever “that was stupid I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that.”

           “Listen” you start off determined to make a point “if this were any other time I might be interested in a conversation but I’m just not right now, all I am interested in right now is my book, so if you will excuse me I’m going to get back to it.”

           “Well I could give you my number you could send me a text when you’re done the book” he says completely ignoring the point you were trying to make.

           “Listen buddy” a new voice chimes in, an all too familiar voice “I’m pretty sure the lady said she doesn’t want a conversation so if get on your way before I make you.”

           You scoff at Tyler’s assertiveness and how quickly William gets his things together.  Tyler probably wouldn’t do anything to the guy, but then again you didn’t think Tyler would cheat on you either.  Great here come the water works, so much for having a good day.  You’re interrupted from your thoughts when Tyler takes a seat across from you where William was sitting just seconds ago.

           “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you ask him extremely annoyed “At least William had the decency to ask.”  You add the last bit in knowing it would piss Tyler off.

           “William” Tyler shakes his head “would you have actually given that guy a chance (y/n)?”

           “Yeah maybe I would have” you state firmly.

           “He doesn’t seem like your type.”

           “Oh really?” you ask with a dry laugh “then what is my type Tyler?  Men that don’t care about me?  Men that party all the time?  Men that cheat on me?”

           Tyler’s features soften and you can tell right away he’s been thinking about what he did.  “(y/n) I’m sorry” he says simply.  You weren’t expecting an apology Tyler is always so stubborn.

           “How did you even find out where I was?”

           “I went to your place and I figured you just weren’t answering the door” he lets out a little chuckle “knowing you weren’t even in there makes me feel a bit stupid but anyways.  You weren’t answering so I came here because you love it here and I wanted to be close to you.”

            You can’t help it but your heart swells just before the image of him kissing the perfect blonde crosses your mind and once again tears come to your eyes. You can’t stand the idea of letting him see you cry so you pick up your things and walk out of the small café. You know Tyler is right behind you because you can hear his footsteps.

           “Is he the reason you aren’t interested?” That is not Tyler.  You turn around and William is right behind you “personally, I don’t think he’s worth your tears.”

           “It doesn’t matter what the reason is, I am just not interested in you” this boy cannot take a hint.

          “Why the fuck are you here again?” Tyler exclaims coming up to you and William.

           “Why the fuck do you think it’s ok too make a gorgeous girl cry?” William asks him getting up in Tyler’s face.  Knowing that it is a very bad decision on William’s part to get that close to Tyler you squeeze in between them, facing Tyler.  He might have broken your heart but you still trust him a hell of a lot more than a complete stranger.

          “William, you don’t know me and I don’t know you, I am not interested in you and what happens between me and Tyler does not concern you one bit” you say steadily despite the burning stares from both men.  

          “Yeah move along now buddy” Tyler adds ushering him along.

           Once William was surely gone you start talking to Tyler “Ty, I don’t blame you I honestly should have seen it coming you were out all the time partying and I mean she looked absolutely perfect.  It’s not ok that you did it but you did and it’s kind of difficult to go back on it.”

           “I was terrible to you (y/n)” Tyler says taking your hand in his “and I want to talk to you about it because you deserve so much more, so can we please go back to your apartment and talk?”

           Probably against your better judgement you let him hold your hand all the way on the ten-minute walk back to your apartment and all the way up the elevator to your apartment door where there is a basket with an assortment of things.

            “I brought this for you to apologize and you didn’t answer so I just left it” he says picking it up and studying the contents “I-uh I got you some flowers, I thought they looked nice and I remember when we went on our date to the flower garden you said you liked them, and I got you some of the candy you really like and there’s a teddy bear and I filled this jar up with everything I love about you and Jamie told me to make a photo album of all my favorite pictures of us so that’s there too, but just in case you don’t hate me any less there’s some matches in there.”  

           By the time Tyler finished rambling you had opened the door and lead him inside your apartment.  “Tyler, are you done?”

            “Well no but if you want me stop I will but I had a lot more to say” he said nervously.

             “Should I get you some water then?” you ask as a joke but when he nods you realize he’s serious when he says he still has a lot to say.  “Tyler, you just need to tell me one thing, I don’t need the gifts or the long speeches just one honest answer.”

           “Ok” he says confidently “one 100% honest answer.”

           “Was she the only the girl?”  

            Without even think about it Tyler confidently gets out a “yes.”

            “Ok now a follow up question” you pause not really sure if you want the answer “why?”

           “Because I’m stupid and I didn’t realize how amazing I had it when I had you. (y/n) if you forgive me I promise I will never party without you.”

          “That’s a pretty big promise Tyler.”

          “Well, you’re worth the biggest promises, because” he pauses “because I love you.”

           You had never heard Tyler say those words directed at you ever.  So, to say you’re a little bit shocked is an understatement.  

          “I know that you probably think I’m just desperate now, which I am, but I really do mean it.  It just took me a little while to realize.  (y/n) I love you so much it’s crazy, I didn’t think I would ever be the guy to say that but here I am and I don’t want to be any other guy.”

          “Tyler…” you say quietly cutting him off.

           “(y/n) please let me finish, if you give me a second chance I swear to you I won’t blow it, I promise you I won’t blow it.”

          “Tyler, what am I supposed to say to that?”

           “That you’ll give me a second chance?” he says hopeful “and that you love me too would be nice.”

           “Tyler, I do love you” you say and a goofy smile appears on his face “things have to change though.”

           “Things will change (y/n)” he smiles taking a step closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and giving a kiss to your forehead “Let’s go out to dinner?”

           “Ok, sure” you smile up at him “can we get pizza?”

           “We can have whatever makes you happy.”

anonymous asked:

is there anything you would be willing to write that includes bones' xenopolycythemia like in "for the world is hollow and I have touched the sky?"

  • Jim walks in on Bones and Chapel arguing when he arrives in med bay. That’s not anything new; he’s find Bones arguing with everyone on the ship at least once. The people he’s closest to, at least once a day. “Ms. Chapel,” Jim calls, drawing the attention of both Christine and Bones alike, “you called for me?” “Yes, Captain,” she says. “I can take it from here,” Bones tells her, and Jim watches the woman look at him a bit suspiciously. “McCoy-” “I’ll give Jim a full report,” Bones promises, and then Christine is off.
  • “What was that all about?” Jim asks curiously, “please don’t tell me that case of Andorian Shingles is back inside these walls.” “No, last time I checked, you were Alien-STD free.” “Where would I be without you?” Jim replies to that with a faint smile, “so what’s up?” “I ran the semi-annually medical reports by all the crew,” Bones explains, “everyone’s health is stable or improving. Save for one.” “Is it Spock? He was awfully grumpy the other day.” “No,” Bones replies, “my own. I had Chapel run the test three times, and it appears I’ve caught Xenopolycythemia.” “… Okay?” Jim replies, because for a brief moment, he doesn’t even realize what that means. The disease sounds vaguely similar, but then most diseases do, because Bones is fascinated by them and talks about them in great lengths. “Jim,” Bones starts, dragging out his name the way he always does when he’s irritated, “it’s that-” “-blood disease,” Jim finishes his sentence, “I remember. Wait. No, that must be a mistake. There’s no cure for that.” “I’m aware,” Bones says. “That doesn’t seem right,” Jim says, reaching out to feel Bones’ forehead, much to Bones’ annoyance, “you look fine to me.” “I feel fine,” Bones agrees, “we caught it in its early stages. But there’s not much we can do about it other than wait.” “Jesus, no. There has to be something. How long do patients with Xenopolycythemia usually have?” “A year, if they’re lucky,” Bones says, and Jim flinches. “No, we’ll find a way to cure you.”
  • Hearing your friend has this incurable disease sucks, yeah. But what sucks even more is when Jim has to watch him suffer about it, too, though being too stubborn to deny Bones is uncomfortable or in pain, the doctor works as hard as he always would. Jim notices, though. Sees the shifts in him; slowly drinking more to cope at first. Then, by Chapel’s recommendation: morphine. It helps, for a while, and a dopey Bones is one of the most amazing things he’s seen in a while.
  • “I love space,” Bones says, and Jim raises an eyebrow. “Since when?” “Since it’s been my home when I had nowhere else to go,” Bones replies, and Jim smiles through a frown. “Don’t you want to quit when we get to York Town? You’ll have  Jo, and better medical facilities to support you.” “You wanna get rid of me?” Bones jokes, but Jim’s quick “No” is very serious. “I want you to stop exhausting yourself and focus on spending as much time as you can with the people you love.” “Joanna excluded, I am with the people I love. It’s bad enough that you guys have to see me either away because of some stupid blood disease, I won’t let Joanna see me-” “Bones, Jesus, she has the right to at least know her dad’s dying, give her a chance to say goodbye at least.” “No, I cant. Please just respect that decision.” “I’ll accept it,” Jim replies, “but I far from respect it.”
  • Bones gets gradually worse, and Jim supports him through it while Chapel becomes the new CMO. Bones researches his own disease, and to Jim’s surprise, Spock joins him on a lot of nights. It’s just the three of them in Bones’ quarters, Jim and Spock going through research papers while Bones actually tests out potential cures. Nothing seems to work, and Jim is increasingly more frustrated. Bones has been his best friend since day one at the academy. Bones brought him back to life, cured a number of diseases that were supposed to be incurable to Jim, and yet he persisted until Jim was cured. If Jim had been the one with xenopolycythemia, Bones would’ve already found a cure. For himself, though, Bones takes it easy. Avoids calls with his daughter. Pretty much drinks more than he should to function well in his research.
  • Jim’s patience has run out, but it’s by the time Spock comes with a potential solution. Something Ambassador Spock gave him, because apparently his Bones suffered the same illness there and managed to survive. Jim stays with Bones, who has a terrible fever. Chapel worries he’s too sick for the cure Spock came up with. “No,” Jim says, “we have a cure. If it worked on Ambassador Spock’s Bones before, it’ll work on our Bones now. Start the session now.”
  • The whole time Bones goes through that therapy session, he’s in extreme pain and discomfort. Jim stays by his side the whole time, sleeps in the chair next to his bio bed while the other’s more dead than alive. Chapel informs him that the cure is working, and Bones will be himself again, but Jim still watches him deliriously struggle through unconsciousness while his body recovers from the whole ordeal.
  • “How are you feeling?” Jim asks the first time he catches Bones awake. “Am I dead?” Bones asks, and Jim smiles lightly. “Almost,” he says, reaching out for Bones’ hand and he squeezes it softly, “I was afraid you were going to bite the dust, there.” “The only dust I’m gonna end up bitin’ is freaking space dust,” Bones huffs, and Jim laughs. “Back to hating space, then?” He asks, and Bones shrugs lightly. “I don’t like space,” he says, “this disease ridden, danger and silent-” Bones is silenced by Jim, who leans in to kiss him. “Okay, you got me,” Bones says, “I don’t like space, but I guess I do love the people up here..”

anonymous asked:

Come on, sasuke tried to kill sakura multiple times without hesitation and you mean to tell me he loves her?Someone he actually thought/cared about was naruto, he displayed more emotion around naruto than her. Naruto was such a big influence on him while sakura was just 'there'.He consistently turned her feeling down and he never really showed her feelings. Wtf how can you be pro sasuke and ship him with someone he doesn't even like-_- sasuke and naruto and sasuke even kissed! FUCKIN BRAIN DEAD

I genuinely want to know. Did you come here to get dragged? because these kinds of ignorant statements aren’t really helping your CLEAR ASS BIAS FOR SASUNARU. Alright then without further ado …lets get in this bitch.

“Come on, sasuke tried to kill sakura multiple times without hesitation and you mean to tell me he loves her?”

Your absolutely right he did try to kill her! He was also was out of FuCkINg MiND HUN. Do you even remember all the shit he went through? He single-handled (no pun intended) held the burden of the Uchiha on his shoulders. He was literally willing to go to any lengths necessary to achieve his ultimate goal. Even kill someone he thought of as family. Remember, he thought of team 7 as family because it reminded him of his lost past. I really can’t believe I have to explain this to you.

If your gonna bring up how he tried to kill sakura I thought you might like to see this..

They didn’t loose they damn arm from pickin daises lemme tell you. And for the record, Sasuke tried to kill Naruto many times lol. Or did you think he was trying to invite him in his pants or something? The world may never know!

“Someone he actually thought/cared about was naruto, he displayed more emotion around naruto than her.”

You are not wrong again! Sasuke did think/care about him! But the way you’re talking about….I’m just gonna assume you mean romantically. Naruto was so persistent in getting his best friend back and making sure he stopped Sasuke’s path of hatred and loneliness. And when it came down to it, Sasuke really acknowledged, and appreciated his efforts IN THE END. This led him to accept his efforts of stopping him on his cursed path and giving in. He accepted him as a friend, a.k.a brother-from-another-mother. GOD I LOVE THESE TWO. Anyway, the main story’s bond was always about Sasuke and Naruto, so of coarse you will see more interaction with them. Does it surprise you that Sasuke showed lots of emotion towards someone who he can LITERALLY sympathize with? 

Anyway for a man that is the embodiment of ‘actions speak louder than words’  Please explain to me that these pieces of art don’t show that he feels any type of emotion towards her…even just a little?. Come on I’d love to hear it.

This one being my personal favorite, because he only did this to his loved ones and it’s meant to show his affection towards the other. 

“Naruto was such a big influence on him while sakura was just ‘there’.”

Once again you are correct naruto was a big influence to him, but so was Sakura. Kishi stated that she filled his lonely existence with love, are you really going to argue that? If you are trying to say Sakura did absolutely nothing to try and stop Sasuke on his path of hatred, Imma gonna stop you right there and tell you to read the damn manga again. Why the fuck you think she went after him so many times? Sasuke always knew her intentions, he knew she deeply loved and cared about him. HE ACCEPTED THAT. But due to the curse of hatred and thirst for revenge, he was far to gone to acutely change at the drop a confession. You have to remember that the protagonist, Naruto, is the miracle worker who is utterly relentless when it comes to stopping ‘bad guys’ and changing their ways. But that doesn’t mean Sakura wasn’t as well, she tried with all her power to stop him. But of coarse the protagonist was the one to knock him out of his funky ass stage in life. It was to be expected after all. 

Please acknowledge that she did everything she could, and that she was strong enough to even dare to stop a criminal who was seen as a lost cause by pretty much everyone.

“He consistently turned her feeling down and he never really showed her feelings”

Like I stated before, he has always acknowledged her true intentions/confessions but he was in his ‘’funky ass stage in life” to acutely stop his extremest ideas of taking down the hierarchy in revenge for his family. Sasuke knew she was trying to stop him because she loved him and wanted the best for him, but that’s exactly what he didn’t want. Too busy tryin to take out konaha remember? He didn’t want to accept love into his life because hey, everyone he every loved in the past died at the cost of the hierarchy! Why let people into your life when you could just loose them and feel the same pain yet again, right? Have you ever lost someone you loved? Well let me tell you, it fucking sucks. Dealing with the constant thought of not being able to see them again, and knowing there was nothing you could have done. FUCK I’m just glad I didn’t have my whole blood line killed. I’m sure it was really hard to accept anyone’s feelings, after losing the very people who he cared most about. Whether it be platonic or romantic, at that time in his life accepting people feelings wasn’t an option. Why the hell do you think it took so long to get him back? He was all bout that revenge.

“Wtf how can you be pro sasuke and ship him with someone he doesn’t even like-_-”


“sasuke and naruto and sasuke even kissed!”

lol, I like how you added sasuke’s name twice to reassure yourself that they did in fact kiss.

Could this be what you’re talking about?

WHAAAAAT THEY KISSED? Or it could be the fact that Naruto literally got smashed into his face. So much passion I’m swooning! Ever heard of comic relief? I recommend you look it up. It’s meant for those with a sense of humor.

It’s funny how you try and promote your little ‘’kiss’’ when this beautiful girl exists. SARADA FUCKIN UCHIHA 

And y’all know it takes a little more than a kiss to make a child if you know what I’m saying.*coughs*


I hope to God you don’t go around leaving this kind of garbage in people’s ask boxes. You might ruin their day you little shit! I really don’t see what’s the big deal? I enjoy my ship in peace, while people like you still make posts about how much you hate the ending and shit. I really didn’t come here for y’all salty ass negativity. YOU PEOPLE THRIVE OFF NEGATIVITY, UHHH???? MAYBE DON’T FOLLOW ANYMORE CONTENT ON NARUTO IF IT REALLY BOTHERS YOU TO THE POINT OF PUTTING THIS MESS IN MY ASK BOX. It’s really not healthy. But hey, for someone who is brain dead, that’s none of my business.


-The bitch you pissed off

Just Had To Let This Out

Normally, I wouldn’t speak up about this, but I just about had enough with the negativity brought upon our fandom by people who aren’t really part of it. I get that some don’t believe that Sprousehart is real or some don’t even like Cole and Lili together whether off-screen or on-screen, and I totally respect that. What I cannot stand is other people shoving their own beliefs to other people because they cannot take an idea that is opposed to theirs. I mean we live in the age of the internet where basically it is the free marketplace of ideas. At this point in time, we are supposed to be diverse, and such diversity is celebrated because being diverse helps our society grow and develop into something more. That is why I get really bothered with people constantly trying to shut down a particular group by throwing ad hominem or shut an idea down just because it is different from yours. Then when you confront them and try to have a healthy discourse with them, they play the victim card or again just throw ad hominem. It is regressive and counterproductive.

On this note, I would like to call out, specifically, a particular account who I find rather troublesome, @forthepalette .

Dear, first of all I want to say that I did try to understand you by reading your blog. I get it. You want more representation for the LGBTQ community. You believe that Cole and KJ are dating. You believe that the whole Sprousehart thing is just PR. Those are all fine with me. I may not agree with them aside for your want for more representation for the LGBTQ community, but I recognize that you are a different person from me and I respect your right to have your own thoughts and ideas.

What I don’t like is the manner you express them. You come out rather bullish and aggressive towards Sprousehart fans when you express your opinions on any particular post. You often use the Sprousehart tag even when you post matters that don’t involve us at all, like when you want to push forth your theories about Coleneti. You INSULT us. You had this post before which is short of calling us stupid with your believers of the world is flat vs believers the world is round comparison of SH fans vs non-SH fans.

I don’t know why you are like this. Maybe some fans may have insulted you before, that is why you feel entitled to insult us back as well. I admit I may have been rather harsh on some of my replies on the posts you commented and I apologize for that.

All I want dear is for you to just let us be. Stop calling us homophobic just because we ship two people of different genders. It’s about the same level of absurdity of calling Lili a homophobe when she expressed in an interview before that she doesn’t think Beronica will happen anytime soon since she knows that the canon in Riverdale now is Bughead.

I think labeling people for something they aren’t is just as bad as being the things you label us as. It’s divisive to say the least. What if we are also for your cause, but because you call us those names, we won’t feel welcome to be part of the community anymore. Actually, I am a supporter of the LGBTQ community in my country. I have very strong views with the lack of same sex marriage in our country. I was one of those who lauded the U.S. Supreme Court for Obergefell v. Hodges decision albeit it being, technically, judicial legislation.

Anyway, I feel like I’ve digressed a bit and this post is rather long now. To sum up everything, I guess what I just want to request from everyone and from you especially @forthepalette is a little thoughtfulness with how you post. Respect begets respect.


❛ you inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this gang apart ❜
❛ i hope no one lowkey hates me. highkey hate me. hate me with every fiber of your being. go big or go home ❜
❛ my style isn’t even my style, i can’t afford my actual style ❜
❛ i feel like everyone has a teacher from high school that they’d 100% fight ❜
❛ i don’t mean to interrupt people i just randomly remember things and get really excited, i’m sorry ❜
❛ sir, you cannot name your son ‘Papa_Roach_Scars.mp3’ we just won’t allow it ❜
❛ if you asked me what my sexuality was, i couldn’t give you a straight answer ❜
❛ i just wanna wear lingerie, smell like lavender, and have soft skin ❜
❛ yabba dabba done with your shit ❜
❛ 5 years ago i was a fucking mess and now i’m a fucking mess but at peace with it and with a cooler fashion sense ❜
❛ the only reason i’m staying in school is so i can provide for my future ❜
❛ occupation: sleepiest girl on the planet ❜
❛ true friendship is willfully making someone’s emotional devastation over fictional characters worse ❜
❛ (not so) breaking news: i’m sad again and everyone’s tired of hearing about it ❜
❛ my new year’s resolution is to stop ❜
❛ people keep posting ‘what’s REALLY in your food’ articles like i’m gonna stop eating whatever it’s about lmao listen, death is coming. death is coming. pass me a hot dog ❜
❛ do you sometimes wonder why you have weird friends but then you snap and realize that you’re as weird as them ❜
❛ have you ever met someone who’s smile looks like it could make flowers grow ❜
❛ is ‘no’ an emotion because i feel it ❜
❛ i wanna be the one girl who looks really cute but also gives off the vibe that she could snap your neck if you disrespect her like is that possible for me ❜
❛ concept: me, having friends and being liked by people ❜
❛ the human body has 7 trillion nerves and some people manage to get on every single fucking one of them ❜
❛ replace my heart with another liver so i can drink more and care less ❜
❛ i need a hug and six months of sleep ❜
❛ good morning i’m obsessed with being loved ❜
❛ don’t come back when you realize that i’m rare ❜
❛ i’m stuck in between ‘i really wanna meet new people’ and ‘why can’t everyone leave me the fuck alone’ ❜
❛ can you believe some people meet each other and just hit it off right off the bat and just… date??? and fall in love? ?? that sounds fake ? ? ? ❜
❛ painfully average looking with a great sense of humor and always down to get drunk ❜
❛ people are always like ‘are you a morning person or a night person’ and i’m just like… buddy, i’m barely even a person ❜
❛ you ever talk to a stupid boy to pass time? ❜
❛ don’t talk to me or my 78 insecurities ever again ❜
❛ i’ll always have a soft spot for you ❜
❛ i hate being tickled. i do not think it’s cute, i do not think it’s funny. i will kick you in the fucking face ❜
❛ you inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this gang apart ❜
❛ there’s no blood in my veins anymore it is coffee and broken dreams ❜
❛ i’ll pay you $7 to have a crush on me ❜
❛ i’m a hopeless romantic… emphasis on hopeless ❜
❛ i deal with my personal problems the same way i study for tests… i don’t ❜
❛ half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole ❜
❛ my biggest problem is i don’t like, do shit ❜
❛ how am i supposed to be productive when netflix just automatically plays the next episode for you? ❜
❛ a girls sleepy voice is probably the cutest thing that has ever existed on this earth ❜
❛ at like a really specific time at night i feel like i wanna fall in love or some shit but then i wake up and i’m ok again ❜
❛ i’d really like to be taken out tbh. in a date way or a sniper way. i have no preference ❜
❛ i don’t need alcohol to make bad decisions ❜
❛ i want to be one of those people who does yoga and eats berries for breakfast, but i’m one of those people who stays in bed until 4 pm and eats pizza ❜
❛ why are there waiting lists for preschools?!?! babies are small!!!! 800 could fit in one room, just stack them ❜
❛ raise your hand if you are scared shitless about the future yet couldn’t care less at the same time ❜
❛ i hate being the stereotypical emo bitch, but life sux, my dude ❜
❛ i wanna learn how to throw knives so i can throw ‘em like real close and graze somebody to let them know to shut the fuck up ❜
❛ my heart says yes but my mom says no ❜
❛ if we are ever invaded by aliens and they wanna destroy earth and whatever that’s fine, but leave old friends senior dog sanctuary out of it ❜
❛ i don’t want to get involved in the drama, i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened ❜
❛ if i had the power to control time i would probably just use it to sleep more ❜
❛ guess who got shit done today….. not me lmao but congrats to somebody out there ❜
❛ i promise i’m a lot nicer than my ‘walking to class’ face would lead you to believe ❜
❛ why spend money on booze when i can get fucked up by conspiracy theories for free? ❜
❛ binge watching is great until you run out of the show and have to start watching it weekly like some sort of medieval peasant ❜
❛ merry crisis, everyone ❜
❛ my whole life is the one episode of friends where ross drinks all those margaritas and keeps telling everyone that he’s fine when he clearly isn’t fine ❜
❛ i’m a huge supporter of things which annoy misogynistic rich white men ❜
❛ kinda wanna go on a date, kinda wanna get hit by a truck too ❜
❛ do i even have a sexuality at this point or is it literally just ‘oh yes i’d kiss you’ ❜
❛ not interested dot com forward slash you ❜
❛ napping together is my kind of date ❜
❛ i’m trying to stop being a hater but it’s just so hard when there are so many things that need my hate ❜
❛ i need to stop imagining things i’d say in interviews if i was ever famous because i am not ❜
❛ guess who got their life together!!!!! …not me, but someone probably has ❜
❛ concept: the worst is over. everything’s gonna be okay now ❜
❛ me, giving your eulogy at your funeral: ‘we are gathered here today to mourn a friend, a relative, a companion and a loved one, and to kinkshame them one last time’ ❜
❛ one day i will take a really good selfie and you will be sorry….. you will all be sorry ❜
❛ i was so ugly in 2008 because i didn’t care about my looks, i cared about the jonas brothers ❜
❛ i’m the whole package: bitter AND petty ❜
❛ my life is that awkward walk/jog you do in front of a car when you’re crossing the street ❜
❛ i use sarcasm because flat out telling you you’re a fucking moron is considered inappropriate and is frowned upon and i was raised better than that ❜
❛ my aesthetic is looking really tired even when i’ve had enough sleep and having a lot of bad habits and responding poorly to criticism ❜
❛ yes you’re allowed to have other friends, you just have to love me more ❜
❛ i just want to be somewhere warm and making questionable decisions ❜
❛ i don’t have plans for tonight or the rest of my life if you want to have a drink or get married ❜
❛ screenshots don’t scare me, i know what the fuck i said ❜
❛ ‘you’re kind of annoying’ kind of? kind of??? excuse me. excuse you. i am fully annoying. i am very annoying. there’s nothing half-assed half-hearted ‘kind of’ about it ❜
❛ *jumps over hole in sidewalk* yeah you could say i’m pretty fucking athletic ❜
❛ i don’t ‘dress to impress’ i dress to depress. i wanna look so good that people hate themselves ❜
❛ sorry, i couldn’t hear you over my internal monologue ❜
❛ valentine’s day is coming up, i don’t know what to buy myself ❜
❛ you’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because i think about kissing you all the time ❜
❛ ‘dude, i’m wasted’ and by wasted, i’m talking about my wasted potential because i’m a lazy piece of shit ❜
❛ i may be a terrible person but at least i say please and thank you and use my fucking blinker ❜
❛ is it too late to try to be myspace famous ❜
❛ ask him if he’s good with his hands, then when he comes over, make him put together ikea furniture ❜
❛ if a woman’s hand is steady enough to put on winged eyeliner then it’s steady enough to stab you in the heart ❜
❛ please don’t get tired of me ❜
❛ finals? fuck a final. gone girl myself. ❜
❛ i really thought quick sand was going to be a bigger issue in life when i was little ❜
❛ i’m so tired of not being a multimillionaire ❜
❛ why must the cute ones (me) suffer ❜
❛ nasa actually stands for ‘not any straight aliens.’ gayliens are real and out there ❜
❛ not to be bitter or anything but i hope everyone that has ever hurt me is absolutely miserable ❜
❛ my mind says college, but my heart says isolated sheep herder in iceland ❜
❛ i am an adult oh god make it stop ❜

( you can find the other three parts here: 1, 2, 3 )

Greased. - Chapt.2 - Bucky & Steve x Reader Series

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

A/N: Really appreciating the attention the first part of this have received. I’m really enjoying writing this. All feedback is really appreciated and I love all the comments, so please don’t hesitate.

- Imagine Grease but in reverse. It’s the 50s and two best friends are in The Widows gang, a group of not so friendly girls. They  fall for the not so dumb jock and the other a class clown. This could only go wrong.  50s College AU

Steve x Reader
Bucky x OC (Rachel) - Steve and Bucky become really good friends and realise they have more in common than they thought. Bucky teaches Steve the ways of the Widows.
(Chapt. 1) (Chapt.2) (Chapt.3)

Warnings: A little bit of smut mentioned.

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Okay here we go. Bucky going into cryo broke my heart in the most beautiful way possible and I think it was a wonderful decision to make in the story.

I am not here to change anyone’s mind. I’m not here to argue. Bad faith responses will probably be ignored. If what I’ve written doesn’t work for you, that’s okay. We can disagree. I am here to talk to the other folks on tumblr who liked this decision as well. It’s very helpful to know we aren’t alone in finding this part of the story important and meaningful. I’m also here to talk to folks who wish they could like the decision better but don’t usually get to unpack it on tumblr. If you get anything out of this writing that’s useful for you, I’m glad.

Since I have literally not ever seen one single post positively exploring this subject, I’ve got quite a few things to say. So either sit down and get comfy or get that scroll finger ready cuz this is long. Without further ado…

1) The structural decision to include the scene emphasizes Bucky’s importance to the story. This mid-credit scene parallels the opening scene of the film, where he’s being brought out of cryo in Siberia. Combine that with the fact that this stinger scene actually furthers the plot (as opposed to the later Spiderman stinger, which doesn’t) and we can really look at the mid-credit cryo scene as the actual end of the film. CA:CW is then a story that begins and ends on Bucky’s mental state and on examining his impact on the entire world. From asleep to awake at the beginning, and from awake to asleep at the end, the film is bookended and shaped by Bucky’s state of consciousness. Closing that circuit on both ends of the movie puts him in a pretty powerful position thematically, rivaling Steve as the center of the film.

2) The cryo end scene drives home in filmic language how Bucky’s life has already improved. The strong parallel to the opening cryo scene emphasizes the contrasts in the two different situations. 

Let’s look point by point.

In the opening scene Bucky is surrounded by stone – abrasive and unmoveable. The weather outside is barren, white cold. The primary shape in his surroundings is constant circles, echoing the fact that he’s penned in and trapped, with no escape. He’s surrounded by military personnel with weapons. The light is yellow: a sickly, struggling yellow. Nearby machinery scours his remaining memories away. The words spoken aloud rip him from his own self. He is alone, with no allies, and the physical action of the scene is him being dragged violently from a dirty chamber and writhing under torture.

Compare that to this. The end scene shows Bucky surrounded by glass - monitors and windows are transparent, protective, informative. The weather outside is lush, green, living warmth. The primary shape present is the repeated use of lines - carrying the eye from one end to the other, the lines offer gentle, dynamic movement all around him. He’s surrounded by medical staff. The lights themselves are actually yellow: warm and softly golden. Nearby machinery hydrates him and monitors his signs of health. The words spoken aloud are Bucky’s own choices, and the voice of a powerful man promising Bucky protection and safety. He has a family member present. The physical action shown is him sitting calmly, then effortlessly moving into cryogenic freeze.

It’s this level of detail that makes CATWS the movie we rave about as perfection. It’s not accidental here either.

3) Bucky has stopped running.  This is a profound shift in his story, much moreso than him being on the run again. The way he has survived for decades as the Soldier was to hide and run, and to eliminate most of the ppl who discover he exist. The way he has survived being free the last two years is leaving no traces. Hiding. Running. Obscuring his location and existence again. With his cryo choice, he is doing the polar opposite. He’s not running anymore. He’s not relying on the thing that has kept him alive, because he recognizes that it doesn’t suit his needs right now. RANDOM DUDE WHO’S BEEN TRYING TO KILL HIM now knows *exactly* where a defenseless Bucky is. This breaks the deepest ingrained survival skills for him. This cryo decision is him relearning on the most fundamental level how to survive. He is acting on trust, and he is accepting help from others. He’s trusting random fucking strangers with his defenseless body, y’all. And he’s calm about it. This is a huge step of healing and recovery for him. This is a really really big deal. THIS is a prime example of Bucky Barnes’ bravery and willingness to fight for what he wants.

4) The cryo scene gives temporary closure to an open plot point. This point is critical to like four later points so keep hold of it. Bucky has a magical hole in his head… that anybody can climb into without his consent. That hasn’t been fixed. Cryo plugs it until they can fix it.

5) Bucky deserves to feel safe for a while. This one is gonna get intense, please be aware of that. I think this is a particular sore spot for some folks. But we need to talk about this. Bucky can be violated in a way no other character can. If we parallel this to mental illness, his cryo choice is not about avoiding his symptoms or diminishing his individual worth. Cryo is a shelter. Cryo is safety. Cryo is a temporary reprieve from his constant exposure to the violation that OTHER PEOPLE visit on folks who are mentally ill. The thing he can’t trust about his mind isn’t PTSD, isn’t trauma response, isn’t depression, isn’t his own weaknesses or guilt or illness or worries. The thing he can’t trust about his mind is the artificial hole still in it. Others can and do use it to violate his consent. Not even other characters facing mind control in this universe have shown such a vulnerability to debasement. It’s reasonable for him to want to take a break from that reality. It’s a burden he’s carried all this time and he’s tired.

6) The first major decision we see Bucky make for himself is about protecting other people. I believe that this element in particular also hits some people pretty hard. Folks who have to convince themselves that they are more than the harm that they cause (or think they cause) others… I think this moment hurts them. They think Bucky is just giving in to those inner voices who say everyone is better off without him. And that hurts them. I am sorry for that and wish I could change that. That magical hole in his head is an important part of this point too. Bucky is not protecting anyone from *himself*. He is not the problem. He is protecting people from the consequences of that hole in his head being fucked with. The way others can violate him is again the problem. The key here is not that there is anything wrong or harmful about Bucky himself. The key point here is that he knows he can’t provide the people around him protection from other people’s evil. And he acts on this knowledge… in a very brave way that keeps him intact and keeps all of his relationships intact. It’s a temporary way to get through this problem and it will eventually help him care better for those around him. He is trying to get back to *himself* - including all the demons and limitations he will have just as himself. That’s a beautiful note for his story here to end on.

7) The first major decision we see Bucky make for himself contradicts what Steve wants him to do. As far as quickly establishing Bucky as his own person with his feet underneath him, not just taking anybody’s orders or suggestions, this is an excellent choice.

8) Yes he’s also punishing himself. This choice is masterful because it works on multiple levels, even within Bucky’s own motivations for making it. The next long stage of his life will be him constantly scrabbling for punishment and redemption.  He’s the Winter Soldier. He’s going to punish himself.  That’s what he does. That’s not bad writing! That’s the character! He has got to work through this. Self punishment is sometimes a way to get through the day… whether it’s right or wrong. It’s what humans do. There’s a book I want to mention here that’s really fantastic called “Hello, Cruel World” by Kate Bornstein. In it, she honestly reviews a great many coping mechanisms to deal with pain in our lives. Because she knows many of us just manage that pain one day at a time, however we can. This is one of the ways Bucky is going to manage his pain. And as punishments go, it’s rather mild. It actually, as I explain elsewhere here, does more good than it does harm. That’s pretty extraordinary as punishment goes.

Look this isn’t about blame. There is a dynamic here entirely unrelated to victim blaming. Think about this. Do you ever stop and wonder what your sum effect has been on the world around you? Do you wonder how you’ve changed the rest of existence? Bucky is asking that question, and the answer for him is overwhelming. Bucky’s entire existence for decades has been doing great harm to the world. That’s what he means on the QuinJet when he says, “But I did it.” It was his hands doing the harm. He can’t wish that harm away with self forgiveness. His intentions don’t make those folks any less dead or tortured. That’s a truth we all face: we can have the best of intentions, and still do great harm to other people that we have to reckon with. His story now is this very thing - finding a way to manage the answer to this question I’ve posed to you.

9) This ending respects and acknowledges the tone of the character’s recent on-screen actions. We did in fact just watch him murder people. Look I actually hate the Stark family and I hated Tony already, so his rapey actions the last half hour of the movie turn my stomach every time. But that’s not the point here. We watched life leave a woman’s body as she sat there in a car. Like 30 minutes ago. We watched Bucky beat a man until he was dead. Bucky’s character is cheapened if he has an *immediate* warm ending after that. I don’t even care about the Starks; It’s not fair to Bucky to rush that warmth on to him. We’ve got to see him struggle with whats happened. The cryo scene is the central part of that struggle that we’re given in CW. That makes it critically important to his character. This is the point the writers were making in an interview, and I gotta say, I was profoundly frustrated at tumblr fandom’s reaction to their legitimate point. Intent is not magical. People are still dead, at his hand, regardless of Bucky’s intentions. And cryo is the most minimal consequence possible to the actions we just witnessed.

10) There needed to be consequences to the conflict between the Avengers as a whole as well. If there’s an immediate happy ending, the emotional risk and importance of the conflict is diminished. This is part of the necessary widespread fallout.

11) No harm is coming to him. He’s not in prison. He’s not on the run. He won’t have any further trauma. He’s protected. He’s safe until the narrative needs him again. ALL the things listed here get accomplished without any harm coming to Bucky.

12) There is no requirement at all that he stay in cryo. The quickest fix in the world is hovering and blinking in the lights around him as we watch the scene. The *second* they want him, Wakandan medicine fixes him. It’s a magic hole, it can be fixed magically if they want to. Narratively, he could not possibly be in any more flexible, useful, advantageous position.

13) This is a partial solution to the problem of missing Steve & Bucky time. The directors and actors have hinted that interactions between Steve & Bucky were cut for length in CW. This is one way to pause that reunion at least for a little while and postpone the catching up process until later, if they want to.

14) T’Challa gets a bit of closure. Giving T'Challa this generous decision to make - to shelter and help Bucky - points up his graciousness at owning his mistakes, and highlights the medical, philosophical and military badassery of him and his country. It gives his grief an immediate small consolation, though I suspect and hope we’ll see that grief process play out on a much larger scale for him later.

15) This may support a quicker resolution of a Wakandan plot point. This one makes me a bit nervous but the decision does place Bucky in Wakanda. His arm reacted to T'Challa’s ring and that’s bound to be addressed again. It makes me nervous because white fave presence in the Black Panther film seriously seriously needs to be kept to an absolute bare minimum. Hopefully the setup and having Bucky there already will shorten the time needed to work out what they wanna work out there.

16) It emphasizes the consequences of Steve’s original stand. We exaggerate the story of CW around here to be about Steve protecting Bucky, but that’s not the original reason for his disagreement with the Accords. Showing Steve visually separated from his friends and teammates at the end of the film highlights what he’s sacrificed. Bucky could never replace the rest of Steve’s friends. That’s not fair to either of them to expect. But a Steve & Bucky ending or a Team Cap ending might obscure that fact, especially after the wrap-up of the letter and jailbreak. Steve being without any of them in the last scene drives home exactly how much he was willing to give up to follow his convictions. That’s an important element of the story, an important part of Steve’s arc, and an important setup going into IW.

You know what, I’m probably honestly forgetting something. This is just a start, from one set of eyes. This plot point deserves a lot more attention and unpacking and admiration. Some of these are specific to the cryo decision and some are narrative needs that could have been filled a lot of ways, but happen to be filled well by the cryo scene. My point is that regardless of when or how the decision was made for this end credit scene (and yes I’ve heard the stories of last minute changes), the end result works beautifully and well on multiple levels. It fits seamlessly into the film and into the arcs for Bucky and other characters, and it accomplishes a great deal of positive movement narratively. It’s okay to be fond of it.

anonymous asked:

Why not just...leave then? If you can keep in contact with the people you met here, there's no point in staying. The same goes for continuing to like the manga when you get disappointment from it. What is the point to likening a failure when the author doesn't care about it or its fans anymore???

Did I call it a failure?

Isayama has released a chapter each and every month for almost 8 years. I give him huge props and admiration for that. What’s more, he’s created some of my favorite characters across any genre or medium. I’m including the classics in that. 

I personally believe it’s unreasonable to expect perfection. I’ve been closely following the series for more than three years. I’ve seen the ups and downs in the story telling, but i still very much enjoy the series as a whole. A bad arc, a few bad chapters, a story telling decision I disagree with does equal permanent and lasting disappointment.

I have promised myself and the fandom that if I stopped enjoying the series, I’d leave. If I can’t be a positive voice, I’ll be quiet one. But at this point I still enjoy Attack on Titan, so here I am.

hi again, so I’ve decided to make a second introductory post since my previous one was really brief and not at all informative so I thought I’d give it another try.

who am I?

my full name is Laquisha but most of my friends call me Laq since it’s easier. I’m 17 and my prefered pronouns are she/her or they/them, either are okay! 

why did I make a stubyblr?

for the past two years I couldn’t be bothered to put any effort in most subjects and seeing other people trying to be productive and putting effort into their school work has really motivated me and it shows in my test results. (I didnt fail any test so far this year which hasn’t happened in ages) 

some facts about me:

  • I love poetry and reading a lot
  • I often attempt to create digital art, It relaxes me (for example the failed piece of digital art above which is way out of my comfort zone and usual drawing style, also yes that is supposed to be me)
  • I am a ravenpuff, every single test I’ve taken has given me equal points to both houses so it must be truth
  • I cannot make decisions, just like procrastination it is one of my bad habits
  • I love love love art, I find it really calming to look at and inspires my creativity etc.
  • I’m also very passionate about fighting against injustices and fighting for equal rights !!
  • I love making people happy or try to make them feel better and try my hardest to spread positivity!
  • my personality type is infp/enfp

my favourite studyblrs (or studyblrs that inspired me to make a studyblr):

@acadehmic @academiix @artstdy @arystudies @bookssweatandtears @curiosi-tea @einstetic @eintsein @elkstudies @emmastudies @equaticns@estudier@etudiance@hardworkign@milkystudies@notesworthtea@obsidianstudy@scholarly@smhstudying@studyign@studyinding@studylustre@studyplants@studyquill


((I didn’t add smut, sorry, BUT there are hints of it! ;) I hope you all like it!!))

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Warning: Uhhhh makeouts in elevators?

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hamelin-born  asked:

Fic Prompt: Coldwave, Zombies.

Fic: Staying Alive - AO3 link
Fandom: Flash, LOT, Arrow
Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart, Cisco Ramon/Lisa Snart, unproven allegations of Mick Rory/Leonard Snart/Barry Allen

Summary: “– as always, this is Ami Dillon, your resident media studies graduate student and totally under-qualified radio host, and your source for the latest updates on the state of Central City during the present Zombie Crisis, courtesy of the Mayor’s office. In addition to life-saving tips and general safety alerts, we also bring you the excellent morale-boosting soundtrack of the greatest hits of the Apocalypse, by which we mean whatever tracks the local radio stations had sitting around and the cover songs played by our dearly beloved cover band, the Post-Apocs. As always, we begin with our theme song: Stayin’ Alive, by the Bee Gees!”

(the great coldwave romance of the zombie apocalypse)

A/N: Have you ever had an idea, gone “heh, that would be funny, I’ve always wanted to try writing one of those” and then it eats your brain? This is it.

…honestly, with the zombie apocalypse theme, I really should have predicted it.


———The End———

“– as always, this is Ami Dillon, your resident media studies graduate student and totally under-qualified radio host, and your source for the latest updates on the state of Central City during the present Zombie Crisis, courtesy of the Mayor’s office. In addition to life-saving tips and general safety alerts, we also bring you the excellent morale-boosting soundtrack of the greatest hits of the Apocalypse, by which we mean whatever tracks the local radio stations had sitting around and the cover songs played by our dearly beloved cover band, the Post-Apocs. As always, we begin with our theme song: Stayin’ Alive, by the Bee Gees!”

———The Beginning———

Consciousness comes swiftly, as it always does, but Len yawns and stretches lazily anyway. He doesn’t have anything serious planned for today: Lisa’s off doing some ‘team bonding’ thing with the new Rogues he’s recruited, by which she means she took them to that Caribbean island resort beach house that Len won in a high stakes poker game against a Family don once to kick back, drink margaritas, and demonstrate to them the value of staying in rather than out. Len’s the vinegar, Lisa’s the honey; they work well together that way.

Naturally, Len is going nowhere near that stupid island when it’s this hot; he would have agreed to go if Mick was going, because Mick would have kept people (Lisa) from badgering him about leaving the air-conditioned house to go swimming or something stupid like that, but Mick had been lured away by a fireworks convention (why are there fireworks conventions? Why? Is it specifically designed to lure in pyrophiliac arsonists? Except no, Len checked it out, it’s apparently legit and just run by fireworks companies, pyrotechnics experts, and people who like things that go boom) all the way over on the East Coast, so Len’s all by himself.

He finds he likes that state so much more when it’s voluntary.

Still, biology can’t be denied: he’s definitely awake now.

Yawning again, he pads over to the kitchenette they’ve set up in the warehouse to make himself a cup of coffee, flicking on the TV as he does.

“Scenes of chaos break out internationally as what can only be described as zombies terrorize cities and towns around the globe,” the reporter says as violence plays out behind her. “No one knows where this plague came from, but the simultaneous outbreak in multiple locations has been definitively determined to be an act of bio-terrorism. Governments around the globe have deployed the military and information is limited. Interstate and international communications are being shut down as we speak. We don’t know how much long we will be able to continue reporting –”

The TV crackled, static-y, and abruptly cut out.

“Well,” Len says, reaching out to flick the coffee maker back off before it’s finished making the coffee. “Shit.”

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Note: This isn’t so different from how Raj met Lincoln in my other story, but I thought it would be funny if he was trying to sneak him around Leonard and Penny.  Then Raj had to go and move out.  Still, I enjoyed writing this, so here you go.

Raj was really grateful for his friends for taking him in when he needed a place to stay.  He was.  Really.  He just wished that he could afford to live on his own again.  It was putting a real cramp in his style, and he was feeling lonely.

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You are what you eat
I am black coffee bile
Diet energy drinks
Weight loss pills

You are what you eat
Then I am the ‘I love yous ’ you feed me every night
Which I now accept because in my tired existence
I would like to believe it true

You are what you eat
Then I am the parting texts you sent to me that night
When 2AM seemed trivial in our night owl lifestyle
I reread them like pieces of scripture, glass filled eyes

My mouth tastes like every bad decision Ive ever made

The following is what a woman posted on a dating forum seeking a rich husband:

I’m going to be honest of what I’m going to say here. I’m 25 this year. I’m very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I’m greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York.

My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you?

Among those I’ve dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit.
If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York City Garden(?), $250k annual income is not enough.

I’m here humbly to ask a few questions:

1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)
2) Which age group should I target?
3) Why most wives of the riches are only average-looking? I’ve met a few girls who don’t have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys.
4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)
Ms. Pretty

A philosophical reply from CEO of J.P. Morgan below:

Dear Ms. Pretty,
I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor.
My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I’m not wasting time here.
From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain.

Put the details aside, what you’re trying to do is an exchange of “beauty” and “money” : Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square.
However, there’s a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can’t be prettier year after year.

Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It’s not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worse 10 years later.

By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a “trading position”.
If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term – same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or “leased”.

Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income.This has better chance than finding a rich fool.

Hope this reply helps.

J.P. Morgan CEO

This is a reply from a real Sugar Daddy’s point of view, in terms of how much they think you’re really worth. So think about it, besides beauty, what can you offer for the allowance you’re asking?

Reblog to educate new SBs.

anonymous asked:

In my current manuscript, the MC is in a really bad situation, where she constantly has to scramble to survive. She succeeds by being tough-as-nails, smart and decisive, but she is still reacting to the dangers that are constantly being thrown her way, while she just wants out of the whole thing. Aside from small attempts to be proactive, it's only at the very end that she actively make an active choice to fight. Am I in danger of writing too passive a character?

I’m confused. You said she succeeds by being tough as nails, smart and decisive. Keyword here is decisive. Meaning she’s making decisions. How would that make her passive?

A passive character is one who goes through the motions and allows the people around them to make their decisions. “What do we do now?” - if your character frequently asks this question, they’re passive. An active character is one who makes their own decisions, provided they’re in a situation that calls for it. For example, if the character is a prisoner, they’re not going to be able to make certain decisions for themselves - but they can still be an active character by, say, splitting up a prison fight, or deciding to break a rule, or eventually deciding to break out of prison.

An active character doesn’t mean they’re saving the world. It simply means they can think for themselves.