but i think that is best left for another day

Its inevitable, high school is gonna end, we are gonna move to different towns. We aren’t going to see these people everyday anymore, we have six months left together. Six more months of lunches 5 days a week at the same table in the same room in the same school. About 150, give or take a few, days until we graduate and leave this school forever. 4 years of our lives is done. And some people might think that this is a dark depressing thought, that in six months we will leave our best friends behind and move on to another part of our life story. But I think there is a difference between me and someone who thinks this is dark and depressing. You, who thinks this is a dark thought who doesn’t want to hear it, you are probably scared, terrified for the inevitable future that awaits you. And thats perfectly fine, be scared to leave your best friends, that fear is going to drive you to make the most out of these last six months together. Its going to make you want to go out and go to games, dress crazily for spirit weeks, not give a crap about what other people in the school think because you are enjoying yourself for the last time with these people. The difference is I am okay with me and my friends splitting up. I have seven best friends and we hang out all the time. I know that these people are going to be the ones I can count on, these people are going to be with me for the rest of my life, most likely the ones I want to have in my wedding. There is going to be distance put in between us and it will be hard to talk. Seven different people, seven different schedules, seven different towns, finding the time for everyone to talk will be so hard but I’m not worried. These are the people that I know I can count on, that will call me out when I’m lying and will help me through a bad day. I know that we might be able to talk everyday, and I think I’m okay with that because I know that these are the types of people that I don’t need to talk to everyday because  I know that they will always be there for me. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to try to talk to them, believe me I am, but it means that I will be okay if there comes a point where everyone is too busy to talk everyday. Now with all this being said, and how I am not scared, that doesn’t mean I won’t take advantage of these six months, I will. I will enjoy every moment that we spend together, every lunch, every dinner at my house, every song played on my guitar in my room, every old movie watched together, every car ride blasting music. I’m going to love every minute of it, but I know that I will be okay when it comes to the point where all of that is just a memory. I will be okay when we all  leave, yes I will be heartbroken but I know that we will always find our ways back to each other.
I think more seniors need to understand this. People think when high school is over they end a book, they think of there life as a book series, but its not, its one long novel. High school is just a chapter in it, and just because the chapter is over doesn’t mean the main characters cease to exist. Yes new characters come into the story, but the main ones will always be there, maybe not like they were before, and maybe not in the next chapter, but they will come back into the story. It might be years down the line, but the people who are supposed to be in your life, have a way of coming back. These are your best friends, the people you meet in high school and if your lucky they will be there for the rest of your life.
—  Something I said during my religion class today

I do not have a résumé that is worth being read by any potential employer. The neighbor girls ask to know where my dead dog is buried in the backyard. They want to dig her up and see her again. My brother’s girlfriend makes a Facebook post about how sweet he was to clean her house for her. I stare at the pubic hair littering the toilet that we share and think about telling her how he fucked our 50 year old neighbor in the back of a car three weeks ago. I refrain. Probably best to keep that one in my pocket for another day. I think about abuse. I think about abuse that doesn’t leave any marks. I think about raising a child that isn’t mine. I think about the day I left college and sometimes I still cry. It’s been 3 years. I wonder what my thesis project would have been. I am a mother but I’ve never given birth. I do not relate to any of my friends. I hope that they leave me alone. I am tired of trying. I built a kickass Lego house for my nephew today but I do not have a résumé that is worth being read by any potential employer.

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Prompt: Oh my god, I just found your blog about 2 hours ago and I’m completely in love with it! You are such an amazing writer, and what your are doing with the #momentsofweakness project is incredible! The things you have written about, I can relate to such much. My self-confidence has been at a all time low this week and it made me 10x better. Do you think you can do a imagine for the moments of weakness where the reader gets bullied (Verbally)in High school or something like that? Thank you so much!

Warnings: verbal abuse

Author’s Note: you guys are the best!! We have 2,900+ followers! YOU GUYS!! I tried to keep this one rather gender neutral! 

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the best

i got up earlier than usual. i’ve been getting up earlier than usual these days. it was prompted by my east-to-west-coast jet lag (the best), but i kept it up by sleeping earlier than usual to wake up earlier than usual. 

i gave my poor bangs another trim this morning. every morning, i give it a trim. it’s like it’s got a life of its own and i need to tend to it every day. but i think at this rate, this is becoming almost compulsive and i’m not going to have any hair left in front of my face by the next month. 

i left for work earlier than usual. omw to work, i listened to the npr. it’s a hit or miss at this hour because “morning becomes eclectic” sometimes plays songs that are just my taste and other times, i have to change the station to a more basic channel. 

as i was pulling into the parking area, a lovely, distantly familiar tune started playing. really nice acoustic melody. i was itching to shazam it, but i decided to be a safe driver instead and play the guessing game. then i heard his voice come in. freaking elliott smith. i should’ve known. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=En-rs-WGzm4 

maybe it was this song? not sure, but… 

it was the best. when things fall in line when you least expect it. and none of it is your doing. you feel reassured by the world around you. you feel like you’re at the right place at the right time. you feel like you belong and you matter. and it’s just a song that someone in the radio station picked. 

i sat in my car for a while just listening to the following songs that were just as lovely.

when i came out, i was refreshed by how cool the air was. it had just rained and the breeze was really crisp. but because the sun was out, i didn’t feel cold. it was warm and refreshing all at the same time.

as i walked toward the crosswalk, i remember feeling really alive and genuinely happy to be alive. so thought i’d come here and jot that down. so that i don’t forget this… kind of a special moment. 

The sun is up, the sky is blue
It’s beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won’t you come out and play

Sodapop Imagine: You don’t know the truth.

Anonymous said: Hey could you do a soda imagine where the reader is like best friends with dally but likes soda but he’s with Sandy? And so when Sandy leaves soda she’s there for him and stuff but he turns her away cuz he thinks she’s into dally and stuff?? I hope that makes sense😝 thanks

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“What do you mean she left?” You asked a teary eyed Sodapop.

“I-I d-don’t k-know,” He stuttered out, “S-she just left,”

The whole gang just stared at a broken down Sodapop. He’s normally so happy but today, he was like a lost puppy. It reminded you of another day, the day his parents died. You sat next to your best friend, Dally. He knew everything about you and you about him.

“Y/N, we should get going. It’s really late,” Dally said to me so that no one else could here and then nudged me and stood up.

“Yeah okay, just let me say goodbye to Soda,” You whispered back.

“Hey, with Sandy gone, you may actually have a shot with him,”

“I don’t know Dally, he’s really broken,”

“Then build him up again. I’ll be in the car. Don’t take to long,”

“Okay, you know what? Just leave without me. I can walk home” You responded walking over to Sodapop, who was in his room crying, “Hey, Soda,” You said to him making him look up.

“H-hi, Y/N. I thought you had to go,” He said, still tripping over his words.

“No, I told Dal to leave without me,”

“Oh, can I tell you something?”

“Sure,”

“I’m really sad that Sandy left, I mean, I was so in love with her,” Your face suddenly fell to hear those words but Soda continued, “But I met a girl and she’s amazing but, I think she likes someone else,” Hearing those words just made you feel even worse. You reached out to Soda and gave him a big hug as he cried into your shoulder. He loved another girl already but little did you know, that girl was you. 

“Ssshhh, it’s gonna be okay, Soda,” You cooed into his ear, “It’ll be fine,”

He slowly looked at you. 

“Y/N, you should probably get home. Dally’s probably worried sick as to why you’re so late,” Sodapop told you, getting up and walking out of the room.

“Sodapop, wait!” You called to the brown-haired boy while walking out of the room after him. 

“What?” He asked.

“Why do you keep constantly pushing me away?” You asked him, his face becoming sadder.

“Because I’m in love with you, Y/N. And I have been for a while but I mean you like Dally so I thought by pushing you away, it would be easier for myself,” He said looking at the floor the whole time.

“Who said I like Dally? He’s like a brother to me not a boyfriend. Earlier today he was encouraging me to ask you out because I like you. I don’t like Dally, he can’t last an hour in a relationship,” You said which made him laugh a little at the end.

“Then, can I ask you something?”

“Anything,”

“Will you go out with me?”

“I’d love that,” After you said that Sodapop pulled you into a nice long hug. When you both separated, he quickly kissed you on the lips and grabbed your hand.

“I’m so happy Sandy left,” Sodapop said out of nowhere.

“Me too,” You told him back while giving him a peck on the cheek.

Another thing that bugs me among Persona fans are people who actually think Naoto’s romance is a ‘better’ path than just being friends. Like, to romance them, at least in the vanilla game you have to micro-aggress the shit out of them into presenting and acting more femme than they’re comfortable with. It’s literally behavior that could be classified as abuse if applied to a real life relationship. And that’s the basis of and required to date them. I understand you think Naoto’s cute, but you gotta accept that the player in that situation does nothing but make them more uncomfortable throughout the remainder of the game. People gotta realize, just like with real life, sometimes relationships are best left not romantic. (Another good pair of examples being Anders in DA:2 and Samara in ME2)

At least the scenes they added for Naoto in Golden help alleviate it (insofar that they speak relatively clearly about being trans on valentine’s day) and they removed the requirement to constantly be like “Well I like that you’re a GIRL” to them. Even then, Atlus needs to quit beating around the bush and just doing a little better each time and just DO it.

Omaha Squad Comforts You Imagine (Requested)

Another day, more taunting, teasing and hurtful words. Senior year was supposed to be amazing, but in reality it sucked. I had absolutely no one to talk to or hang out with, in and out of school. Basically my life ended when my four best friends: Jack Gilinsky, Jack Johnson, Sam Wilkinson and Nate Maloley moved to L.A to pursue their music careers after graduating and left me alone in Omaha.

As I walked home from school, all I could think about was how the guys were having such a blast without me. Don’t get me wrong,I was so happy for them and wanted each of them to be successful but it was the words my classmates said that hurt me. They would tease me about how I wasn’t talented enough to go to LA with the guys, how the guys probably couldn’t wait to get rid of me like I was extra baggage to them and how I was all defenseless because I didn’t have the guys taking care of my problems. It was true, I know for a fact the guys would do everything in their power to make sure I was okay and take care of the bullies for me. Without them, I felt so small.

As I neared my house, all I could think about was how happy that it was Friday and I could relax for the weekend and not be the victim to their teasing. I entered my home and immediately tossed my backpack aside, grabbed some snacks from the kitchen and laid on the couch and stuffed my face. Food always made me feel a little bit better, but the taunting and teasing kept coming back like a ghost haunting a house.

It was too much for me to handle, the tears streamed down my face. I missed life before the guys left, I missed them in general. I couldn’t wait for senior year to be over, only a few more months. I already was accepted to college in LA so I had that to look forward to. I’d have a chance to start over and be with my friends.


I still cried for about twenty minutes until my doorbell rang. I immediately wiped the tears away and tried to put on a brave face. I walked down the hall to the front door and opened it to see the Jacks, Sammy and Nate. I couldn’t believe they were here, this had to be a dream.

“Oh my god guys, what are you doing here!?” I screamed.

“We came home to surprise you for the weekend, we missed you Y/N.” said Sammy. I gave each of the guys a hug and welcomed them into the house. I noticed Jack G giving me a look. “What’s up Gilinsky?” I asked skeptically.

“Are you okay? Were you crying?” he asked concerned. I noticed the rest of the guys nodding their heads in agreement as we walked into the living room.

“What? No I was watching Titanic, you know how that gets me every time.” I said so swag nervously.

“Y/N, the TVs not even on or the DVD player. ” Johnson said pointing to the tv.

“And you were eating junk food, that’s the number one sign that you’re sad about something.” Nate chimed in.

“Y/N you can tell us whatever’s going on. You know we’re always here for you.” Sammy said wrapping his arm around me.

“We’re staying all night if it has to until you tell us.” Johnson said.

“Ugh fine, so basically since the beginning of the school year a lot of people in school have said some things to me and about me.” I said as the guys took a seat on my couch, eating some of the junk food I had out.

“What are they saying?” Jack asked his eyebrow raised.

“That I’m an embarrassment to you guys, that I’m not talented enough for LA, that you guys have to take care of me because I’m defenseless, just to mention a few things.” I said as I looked down at my shoes avoiding their gazes.

“Are you kidding me? Who the fuck is saying this, I’ll kill them.” shouted Nate.

“Y/N don’t listen to them. You’re such a strong, beautiful girl who has so much to look forward to after high school. You’re moving to LA, you’ll be with us it’ll all be good. Don’t listen to what they say, because it isn’t true. They don’t know you like we know you. They’re jealous because they don’t have friends like us, just keep your head up and soon enough high school will be over with.” Johnson said standing up to give me a hug.

“Exactly, don’t let their words affect you. Keep thinking positive thoughts, think about moving to LA this summer, think about us, your friends that love you and cherish you. ” Sammy said also joining the hug, which caused Nate and Jack to join as well.

We stood in this group hug for minutes. I was so blessed to have great friends like these guys, who would travel miles and miles to surprise me. They were right I couldn’t let people who didn’t know me and their words affect me. All I had to do was be the better person and not give in to their bullying.

“I’m still going to kill them.” Nate said as he broke the silence. I laughed feeling happier than I had felt in a while. These guys were the absolute best.

akkutagawa  asked:

OMG OK COOL UMM maybe AU where Kise works in a coffee shop that makes LIKE THE BEST COFFEE WITH THE PRETTIEST PATTERNS AND DRAWINGS and idk fluff would be nice :D TYVM AND GL ON THE REST OF YOUR IB EXAMS!! (I'm thinking you probably have math and languages left??)

[ a little bit of coffee can make for a sweeter day ]

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AU: Coffee Shop AU, College
Pairing: Kise x Reader (Platonic)
Genre: Fluff
Words: 662
A/N: Oooh, another coffee shop AU. And thank you sweets! I only have mandarin, math and chemistry left.

Just fantastic. If the day hadn’t started bad enough already, the text you received just made it worse. You were supposed to introduce your boyfriend to your parents today but nope, that asshole decided to abandon you. It wasn’t even to abandon you for schoolwork, no. It’s for another girl! Thanks a lot, really thanks.

Now, your parents were just going to nag on and on about how you should be looking for a suitable husband. You sighed and paid the cashier. “Hi, ____-chi!” He greeted you. You frequented this café so you were already familiar with Kise Ryouta. He was pretty well-known too in the school since he was part of the basketball team and modeled and acted as well.

“Hey, Kise.” You smiled weakly up at him and slid your phone inside your pocket. “The usual please.”

He raised an eyebrow at you as he input your order. “You look down, what’s wrong?”

“Aside from the douchebag who just broke up with me through a text when he’s supposed to be meeting my parents, there’s also the fact that the shower and stove in my place broke down. So, yep.” You handed him a few crinkled bills and he smiled sadly at you. “But, forget about it. I wasn’t that into him anyway.”

“Still was a jerk for doing something like that,” he sighed and handed you the change. “You know what, I’ll personally make your coffee today.” He beamed down at you. You grinned thankfully at him. Everyone knew Kise made the best latte with the most beautiful and intricate latte art designs. He winked at you before switching with his friend.

You settled by the window and glanced out, waiting for the moment of truth. Your parents were bound to show up anytime soon and you were just so exhausted you wanted to get the meeting over with.

“____!” Your mom’s voice rang across the shop as she moved towards you. “Oh, it’s been so long, darling. You should call us more often. And your dad couldn’t make it today unfortunately. But never mind that.” She beamed in excitement. Cue the question in 3… 2… 1… “Now, where’s that boyfriend of yours?”

You sighed, “Well, mom, the thing is—“

“He’s right here.” Kise appeared beside you carrying two steaming cups of coffee. “And you must be ____-chi’s mother. It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Kise Ryouta.” He put on his charming act and took your mother’s hand, placing a kiss on the back. You could just hear the women in the store swooning and some seething in jealousy.

“Oh my,” your mom’s eyes twinkled as they flew back to you. Aw, shit. “You didn’t tell me how handsome he is, darling.”

“Mom, please don’t. Don’t inflate his ego even more.” You winced.

“Nonsense,” she chided. “It’s always good to be confident especially when you’ve got things to be confident about!”

You looked at Kise and shook your head at the shit-eating grin on his face. The meeting went by uneventfully and Kise had to go back and forth between the counter and you and your mom. Afterwards, your mom gave you a pat on the cheek and smiled. “He’s a keeper!” She announced in excitement and you could hear the wedding bells ringing in her head.

“Mom, alright, go. Don’t you have to meet dad for dinner?”

“Alright, sweetheart, so pushy.” She clucked her tongue. “I’ll see you soon and it was nice meeting you, Kise-kun.”

“It was a pleasure to meet you too,” he grinned.

After she left, you breathed a sigh of relief to Kise. “Thank you, I owe you big time for that.”

“Hey, we’re friends. Friends can do nice things for each other.” He smiled and wrapped arm around you. It was good sometimes to have a guy friend who could watch your back. “Now, how about we take revenge on that ex of yours?”

You groaned, “Yes please.”

Tbh I spent a ridiculous amount of time to get this screenshot on my phone, when it would have been a lot easier on pc but whatever.
If you can’t read it, the left page says
“floating tube over your head and you stand in a kind of shallow bucket. (Presumably showers? Not enough context, if you have another idea be my guest) They also have cars, which is kind of like a chariot except there are lion dragons. I think”
and the right says
“Chapter 11:
My thoughts on Marco
I met Marco on the first day of school. Somehow the principal knew we’d be the best of friends, and it’s true, we were!”

Nothing too interesting, really, (except the hearts around the “my thoughts on Marco” though that could be just star being star)

On another note,
WHO.
IN THEIR RIGHT MIND.
LABLES THEIR DIARY.
WITH.
CHAPTERS?!?!?!?!??!?
WHAT THE FUCK STAR?
I KNOW MEWNIE DOESN’T HAVE LIKE TOILETS OR SHOWERS BUT CHAPTERS ARE FOR EASE OF ACCESS TO READERS. WHO WOULD THOSE CHAPTER TITLES BE FOR?

Daydreams

So I wrote a second Spencer Reid fanfic today and I gotta say I personally like this one a lot more than my first one. Please let me know what you think :)
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“Only half and hour left” you sigh to yourself as you continue to fill out paperwork. Today has been a monotonous boring day at the BAU and the last half hour seemed like it would take hours.

After another ten minutes of working, you look up across the bullpen and see one of your best friends, Spencer Reid staring off into space. Since his desk was right across from yours, speaking to the young doctor was easy.
“What have you got going on in that big brain of your’s today Doctor” you tease as Spencer snaps back to reality.
“What?” He says with a confused look on his face, his nose scrunched up and he tilts his head sideways. Your heart melts at the adorable boy as you laugh and repeat your question.
“What are you thinking about Spence?”
“I, um, nothing” he blushes and glances down to his work and starts writing like nothing happened. I stand up, needing a stretch anyway and sit on the edge of his desk. He glances up and quickly back down refusing eye contact with me.
“Spencer” I say softly “You know you can tell me anything” He sighs and finally puts down his pencil and looks up at me.
“I was, um day dreaming” he says quickly
“About..” I try to lead him to keep talking.
“About, um you” he says softly.
“What?” I say with with a smile.
“I was daydreaming about you” he says rapidly, as he stands up, grabs his papers and quickly walks away. I smile widely, at the thought of the boy genius being embarrassed of thinking of me. I follow him to a back hallway where I see him leaning against a wall, his cheeks bright red.
“Spencer?”
His head whips in my direction and I can see him internally cursing.
“Yes?” He answers timidly
“Why’d you run away?” I say as I walk up to him.
“I’m kinda embarrassed” he says softly.
“Why, it was just a daydream Spence” I say with a small laugh.
“It wasn’t just a day dream y/n. I was daydreaming about…” He stops for a moment and looks up to meet my eyes, then takes a deep breath.
“I was daydreaming about taking you out on a date and being with you…. And what happens after a date.” He says softly and then quickly glances up at me, before looking back down at the floor. I place my hand under his chin and gently push his head up so he looking at me.
“Spencer, I would love to go out on a date with you” I say with a smile and give a small laugh. His eyes widen and he breaks out in a smile.
“Really?” He says in disbelief.
“Yes” I say grinning. “I’ve liked you for a long time Spence, and trust me I’ve daydreamed about it before too.” I check my watch and notice that we get off in about 10 minutes.
“How about tonight after work, me and you can go out for a cup of coffee, we both definitely need it”
He nods and starts to get off the wall he was leaning against, but not before I place my hand on his cheek and kiss him. He doesn’t kiss back immediately, but eventually he sinks into it and everything clicks together. When we separate, I give him a wide smile and start to walk back down the hall, but not before I stop and look back at him,
“Ya know Spence, you aren’t the only one to dream about what happens after the date either” I wink and turn to walk back down the hall but not before I see his eyes widen at my words. I chuckle to myself, and think about how much fun tonight is going to be.

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Thank you for reading! I was thinking about making this one have a second part, so let me know what you think. :)

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★ RIP Leonard Nimoy | March 26, 1931 - February 27, 2015 ★

“I think it’s my adventure, my trip, my journey, and I guess my attitude is, let the chips fall where they may.”

“Spock is definitely one of my best friends. When I put on those ears, it’s not like just another day. When I become Spock, that day becomes something special.”

“The miracle is this: the more we share, the more we have.”

“A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. Live long and prosper.”

Go boldly, Mr. Spock. You left the world better than you found it. Thanks for everything.

they were sort of being lighthearted about it – as much as possible, anyway – but jemma taking fitz out after he was discharged must have actually been kind of horrible, when you think about it. the way fitz spoke about it seems to only reaffirm this.

because jemma would have been trying really hard to show him that things are still normal, right?? bc at that stage he wouldn’t have wanted to be treated any differently, he hadn’t sort of come to terms with the fact that he’s different and that’s okay, so she would have been trying to keep things normal. at the same time, she’s probably struggling a lot herself, and she can’t do much for him but maybe she can do this one thing.

she just wanted him to feel human again. 

and then he went and complained about everything and it was just another thing she’s done wrong, another thing she’s failed to give him, and maybe he’d be better off without her anyway. because everything she does, no matter how well-intentioned, seems to hurt.

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{akakuro} 

notes: both Akashi and Kuroko are aged up in this (they’re also married and have adopted a son named, Seito) 

for: rakuzanbabes because she’s precious and I really wanted to gift her something. 

{Ao3}


summary: Seijuurou comes home to hugs and kisses.

“I’m sorry for not being back as soon as possible.”

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