but there are barely my future friends


You know what I’ve just noticed? You know what breaks my heart?

In this scene, when Lexa tells Clarke “Ai gonplei ste odon”, and Clarke responds by “No, I won’t accept that”, you can see Lexa slightly smiling.

You’re driven to fix everything for everyone. 

Even in her last moments, Lexa lovingly smiles, and stares at Clarke. She’s staring at the girl who always makes the best decision for her people, the girl who never backs away from a possibility to make peace with her ennemies, the girl who always wants to save as many people as she can. 

With her last bits of strength, she smiles and stares lovingly at Clarke. 

What she finds is partly comfort, because she knows the girl she loves will always be herself. She will always seek the best in life. Even in the worst situations. 

But as we can see, Lexa has tears in her eyes. She unsuccessfully closes her eyes to hold back her tears, but knows some are still escaping. 

Now, do you believe Lexa, Commander of thirteen clans, a long time trained fighter and leader, who is used to suffering in silence, both physically and mentally, who willingly grabbed a sword with her bare hands, freshly and quickly slicing them in the way, would cry? 

Yes, taking a bullet freaking hurts, but Lexa wouldn’t cry at the physical pain.

Lexa is crying, because as much as she finds comfort in seeing that Clarke is, and will always be, herself in any kind of situation, she knows who she’s leaving behind. She knows that she’s once again abandoning Clarke, and that, once again, Clarke will be hurt because of her. Only this time, Lexa wasn’t the one to make that choice. 

This time, they’re not in the cold, dark woods near Mount Weather. They’re in Polis, the place that made Clarke fall for Lexa once again, a place reflecting hope, and life. They’re in Lexa’s home, a place where they exchanged rough, and yet sweet conversations, where Clarke found peace while drawing Lexa in her sleep, where she found Lexa’s fears and hopes for the future; but mostly, where they found each other, going desperately and hungrily after each other’s lips barely a few hours ago.

Lexa was never afraid of dying, but this time, just to lay by Clarke’s side in their bed, she wishes she could just breathe a little longer.

And this time, as Clarke kisses her goodbye, Lexa falls asleep for good, only wishing she could hold those lips against her own forever. 


I know. No one EVER says that. But wait I’ll explain.

I started dating when I was 18 years old. I had my first kiss at 18, my first boyfriend at 18, my first love at 18. I thought he was the end all be all. I thought we’d be together forever. But after three years of dating long distance and argument after argument.. it ended. And my fairytale came to an end. I haven’t dated anyone seriously since then. I’ve gone out on countless dates, through dating apps or otherwise, and even had a “boyfriend” for about two months somewhere in there. I also dated an older guy (as some of you will recall). And even though it didn’t work out and hasn’t worked out with any of these guys since my first relationship, I couldn’t be happier or more grateful for the experiences I’ve had.

You see, when I was 18, I was ready to settle down. I thought, “well this is it!” I had my house, backyard, wedding dress and anything else I could need for my future right there on my Pinterest board. But as I got older and my eyes started opening to the world around me, I became curious about what else was out there. I wanted to travel, I wanted to have whirlwind summer romances, I wanted to live abroad. So many things I wanted to do, that I knew I couldn’t do if I was tied down. I’ve always had a free spirit. So when things in my relationship started going south, I knew it was time to let go and start living the life I’d dreamed when I was younger.

Since then I’ve road tripped through California, traveled to Australia, taught dance for an entire summer in beautiful Lake Tahoe, and now I’m going on a mission trip to Honduras. I also signed with two talent agencies and booked roles on two different web series’. I don’t think I would’ve done any of this without being single! My mind would’ve been in a completely different place. It would’ve been on weddings, on trips with my significant other, on making sure they are happy and cared for. I wouldn’t have had the freedom to do the incredible things I’ve done, had I had to worry about the opinion of my significant other.

See, being single isn’t about searching for someone to complete you. It’s not a “when I find THE ONE I’ll accomplish all the things I want to accomplish.” Or “when I get a boyfriend, I’ll suddenly be the perfect version of myself!” No, being single allows you the time to work on yourself. To grow to love yourself truly and purely. To grow in religious faith. To foster new friendships, and sustain old ones. To grow in your career. To grow in virtue.

Trust me, I know this isn’t easy! I struggle with this every day. When I go out on a date and automatically picture a future with that person, even if I barely like them. When I’m dating a guy for a while and continue to do things with them even though I know I don’t really love them and can’t see myself loving them. But I’m just happy to have someone or I’m afraid to be alone. I have to CONSTANTLY remind myself that being single right now is the biggest blessing I could receive. Because 1) it’s one day closer to finding someone who IS right for me and 2) I’m able to do some amazing things with my friends without worrying about anyone but myself! And maybe that sounds selfish, but one day, I will have a husband and kids who I will be more than willing and even excited to cater to and do things for, but until then, I’m going to enjoy this amazing time of single hood and I encourage all you other single ladies to do the same.

and it’s like this: i didn’t want temporary with you. when i looked into your eyes i saw the future; i saw 25 years from now. i saw my best friend, my confidant, the love of my life, my soulmate. i didn’t want temporary with you.

and it’s like this: i felt beautiful. i looked into the mirror and smiled. i walked out of my house bare faced and didn’t care. i ate two meals a day instead of none. i felt beautiful.

and it’s like this: you were my world. i saw a thousand sunrises and sunsets in your eyes. there was more beauty in your smile than there was in the entire universe. you were my world.

and it’s like this: you knew me. i shared my secrets with you. i let you touch my scars. i didn’t pull away when you wrapped your arms around my waist. you knew me.

—  and it’s like this: you really had me fooled.
Peace, Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader

Prompt: Reader likes making Oak baked goods. (Which I interpreted as ‘Reader owns a bakery’.)

Words: 1288

Author’s Note: It’s still 10:20 where I live, so technically I still put out a fic on Friday…whoops a little late!

Warnings: None?

Askbox | Masterlist

“We’re closed!” You called, not bothering to turn at the sound of the bell above the door chiming.

“Even for your favorite customer?” You instantly recognized the voice and spun to greet him with a smile.

“Customer usually implies you pay. You show up unannounced and charm your way into a box of free pastries.” You teased your old friend, who in turn leaned against the counter and shrugged casually.

“I distinctly remember striking up a deal. Free food for free tickets.” Oak grinned when you squealed in excitement.

“You got it?”

“I got it! Orchestra, right in the middle so you have an unobstructed view of my beautiful face.” He struck a few poses as you snatched the ticket from his hand, confirming its existence.

“I owe you five million free pastries! You have to bring some in for the crew, as a thank you.” You immediately got to work, stuffing as many baked goods as you could into various pink boxes from behind the counter.

“Don’t you have actual paying customers to feed?” Oak’s voice rang out. You popped up from behind the glass display case with four boxes stuffed to the brink.

“Screw them!” You insisted, pushing the boxes into his empty hands. “Thank you, I promise not to embarrass myself in front of them!”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep!” He called to you as you pushed him out the door, knowing he was on the brink of running late for the first show of the day. “See you tonight!” You stood at the glass door, watching for a moment as he struggled under the mass of boxes while crossing the busy street.

You sighed, making sure the ticket was secure in your pocket before flipping the sign at the door from ‘closed’ to ‘open’.

“Oak, let me help!” Random people called, each taking one box from him and placing it on the common table.

“What are these?” Daveed asked, raising his brow and investigating the closest box.

“My friend owns a bakery and is seeing the show tonight, she wanted to give these to you guys for luck.” That was all it took for the rampage to start. The entire cast and crew acted as vultures around the boxes, barely leaving crumbs behind.

“I call the croissant! My wife will kill me if I don’t bring one home for her!” Lin called over everyone, who parted for him to take claim over a few treats. He took note of the bakery’s name for future use before sauntering over to Oak with a skip in his step.

“So…” He started, “This friend of yours…” He wiggled his eyebrows, much to the displeasure of Oak. “They’re the friend, huh?”

“Shut up.” Oak grumbled, snatching his usual chocolate chip muffin, snapping a picture of the cast as they swarmed around the few remaining pastries, and stomped off to his dressing room.

“I cried before you even came out.” You insisted.

“Nothing sad even happens in the first few minutes!” He responded, tugging at your hand as he ushered you backstage.

“I know, but I knew what was coming.” You whispered, very aware of where you were. You dragged you across the rotating floor without stopping, weaving through the halls before stopping in what appeared to be a makeshift kitchen.

“Hello, hello!” Called the very last person Oak wanted in contact with you tonight, Lin. “The baker has arrived!”

“The genius!” You shot back, noticing Oak’s discomfort, “Oak says you’re not that smart in real life.”

“Guilty.” He shrugged, twisting his hair up into a makeshift bun, “Thanks for the goodies this morning, by the way! Oak’s been keeping you a secret for too long.” Lin elbowed him, eliciting a grunt and a whine from Oak, who had stayed awfully quiet during this interaction.

“My bakery is the best kept secret in New York.” You insisted as Oak grumbled something about seeing his dressing room before Anthony and Daveed left for the night.

“I’ll let you kids get to it.” Lin saluted, zipping his hoodie up and preparing himself for the crowd that had more than likely gathered outside the stage door. “Peace!” He threw up the peace sign, taking his leave as Oak dragged you away.

“He seemed nice.” You told him, trying to make conversation. He didn’t respond, and you wondered why Lin was such a sore subject for him.

“We’re closed!” You called, not bothering to look up from the register.

“Sorry, just here for the croissants!” Lin called, pulling his headphones down to wrap around his neck. “My wife, Vanessa, she loved the one I brought home last night. Thought I’d stop in?” He made his way to the counter, leaning against it just as Oak had the morning before.

“You guys are always welcome here, closed or not.” You got to work packaging a few croissants and a cookie. A treat for his son, you thought. “Can I ask you something?” You pushed the bag across the counter, shaking your head when he tried to pull out his wallet.


“Are you and Oak friends? He was kind of cold after we talked to you last night.”

He winced at the question.

“It’s just…I know things.”

“Things? Well, you’re a certified genius, hopefully you know something.” He let out a single loud laugh, and you prided yourself in being witty enough to elicit the sound.

“I mean, it’s not really my place to say. Oak, he’s a quiet guy. He likes to talk, though. Most of the time we talk, it’s about you.”

“Me?” You pointed to yourself, as if there was another you living somewhere that he could be referring to.

“It’s very cute, if not a little annoying. Although, now that I’ve met you and earned your trust enough to get free croissants.” He grabbed the bag off the counter, “The praise is well earned.” He took in your dumbstruck expression, “If you feel the same way about him, you should talk to him. He’s got a few things to say.” He threw up his peace sign again as he backed out the door and across the street towards the theater.

You were very grateful the doorman had recognized you on sight. With the cover story of ‘Oh, I’m bringing Oak lunch!’ and a wrapped panini in your grasp, it only took a minute for you to be let through.

You passed through pretty much unnoticed save for a few people who thanked you again for the treats from the day before. You nodded, stopping to ask where you would find Oak. They all pointed the way back towards the kitchen area you had been in before.

He sat at the table, scrolling through his phone and sipping from a water bottle, half in costume. He looked up as you entered, unsure how or why you had come.


“Hi. Lunch.” You pushed the sandwich into his hands before he could protest, “Also, do you want to go out tomorrow?”

He looked back and forth from the panini to you, wondering how the two were related.

“Uh, yes?”

Inside, a parade was running through your head. On the outside, you played it cool. Letting a simple smile grace your lips, you tried to casually back out with your head held high. You eventually ran into a wall, and then another person.

Finally, you took your leave, throwing up Lin’s signature peace sign as you ducked out.

The pieces began to put themselves together. The familiar box Lin carried in this morning. The peace sign. The smug grin Lin wore all morning.

Lin-Manuel Miranda!” Oak called, pushing out of his chair as he heard a distant scream of panic.

I Broke

Part 2/3 of Promises

Word Count: 696

Warnings: Depressed!reader, mentions of past abuse, angst

Part 1: I Remember

My phone rings, startling me out of my thoughts. A glance at the screen tells me that Gen’s calling. I just stare at the screen until it goes to voicemail. I can’t face her yet. I can’t even face myself yet. I’ve been sitting on this bathroom floor for the past two hours, trying to gather the resolve to stand and walk past the mirror to leave.

It isn’t long before my phone beeps again, alerting me that she left a voicemail. Slowly, ever so slowly, I uncurl my arm from its death grip around my knees and reach for the phone. My muscles protest the movement, having nearly atrophied from being clenched so tightly for so long.

I gingerly enter my passcode and call voicemail. Gen’s cheerful voice wraps around my neck like a snake.

“Hey, Y/N! Jare’s coming home this weekend. We’re gonna have a barbeque with him, Danneel, and Jensen. And you know how these things go, so there will probably be about thirty other people. Anyway, clear your schedule for Saturday night. It’s been too long since we’ve been able to hang out. Maybe you can come over earlier and help me make some food? Call me back, love you!”

Genevieve and Jared are the embodiment of true love. I’ve never seen anyone as perfect for each other as those two are.

Jared and I grew up in the same neighborhood. We went to the same elementary school. Then, in middle school, Jared found out about what happened at my house. He saw the bruises. He noticed my flinches. And he befriended me. He invited me to spend more time at his house and less at mine. He saved me.

Well, he thought he did. I did too, for the longest time.

It turns out that repressing emotions is a real thing, and you can keep them hidden for years and years. I thought I was well-adjusted and fully recovered from my horrible childhood and teenage years.

Then I went to a few therapy sessions with Jared when he realized he had depression and, I don’t know, it flipped a switch inside of me. It was like a sucker punch to my gut. I was taken back to those dark nights spent in my closet as I prayed for someone to come take me away. I was sat down in front of a giant tome filled with every sentence my father hurled at me like a lance.

But I held it together for Jared. I tried to stay strong to help him, just like he’d helped me when we were kids. But it wasn’t long after he started his AFK campaign that my life broke down again. I could no longer pretend

And I remember the promise I made to him. The promise to call him whenever things felt too heavy. To call when I couldn’t handle life on my own.

The promise that I just broke tonight.

The promise that I can’t keep any more.

Because I have a new promise to keep. A promise to myself. A promise to move on. And I can’t keep being around my friends and their perfect families and perfect lives knowing that I’ll never have that. Jared is happy. He has his family, his show, and his new friends.

He doesn’t need me anymore. He has his support system, and I’ll be the one who brings the entire structure crumbling down.

I can barely live with myself now. I know that I won’t be able to live with myself if I do anything to damage Jared’s future.

Besides, it’s not like my future was going to happen the way we planned, way back in high school. I was an idiot to ever think I could have it all. An idiot to think that I would find a guy and we would get married. I was an idiot to believe that Jared and I would live next door to each other so that our kids would grow up together.

I was an idiot to think that I could ever amount to anything.

My father was right, and I was an idiot for not believing him.

Part 3: I Can’t

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me: I should really get those requests done…
brain: no, do something else
me: like homework?
brain: no, LIKE THIS

Jim makes Toby gourmet milkshakes after he’s had his braces tightened.

One of Claire’s favorite things to do is improv games. She teaches them to Jim and Toby and they’re pretty good at them. 

The first time Arrrgh hears Toby curse is when he came back from the orthodontist with rubber bands in his mouth. Toby didn’t even notice him; he just stomped in, yanked them out, threw them on the ground and said “fuck that!” Arrrgh was like “child, no

Jim is a stringbean to begin with, and with his new duties he doesn’t have time to eat actual meals. He quickly becomes underweight and malnourished. Blinky finds out when he faints during training. He quickly makes it his mission to Feed The Child.

One day Draal was looking for a late-night snack upstairs when Barbara came home. He was able to hide, but he noticed she was so tired she forgot to lock the door behind her. Now Draal makes sure to check the locks every night.

Angor Rot was actually pretty low in social standing in his village. He was a carpenter, a craftsman, barely scraping by. But, he was a friend to many and had a lovely family whom he’d do anything for. He loved his village.

Strickler stays in his troll form during cooking so he always has plenty of knives because HE KEEPS HAVING TO GET A NEW ONE CUZ HE ALWAYS PUTS THEM IN THE SINK BEFORE REALIZING “OH, I NEED A KNIFE FOR THAT”

For freshman going into art school: the bare bones recommendations

So ya chose to go to an art school… That’s great! 4 years of coffee and easy mac with a tin of paint thinner are in your future, friend! 

But what do you actually need for an art school? Do you need the master set of pastels and oils or do you just need a pencil? Honestly… It depends on the school. 

BUT!! From my own personal experience at the Kansas City Art Institute, I’m going to make a list of things to bring and what not to bring (at least on move in day). 


The dorm.

Every college is different on how their dorms work. Some are communal (like KCAI) some are single room apartments. But these basics should help you know what to buy and what to leave behind 

( NOTE: every college has a different guide on what to bring and what not to bring. Please adhere to your school’s rules to avoid fines.)

YES list–the things you absolutely should bring

-mini fridge (2.5 cubic ft is good, if you share with your roommate you can go bigger)

-microwave; you OR your roommate. no one needs 2 microwaves.

-string lights. for when ya wanna see your desk but your roommate’s asleep.

-small trashcan. bring a pack of trashbags–draw string is the best.

-shower caddy/bag with flip flops. shower shoes are expensive, flip flops work the same. 

-house shoes. for those cold days and walking to the bathroom.

-a small shelf/storage ottoman/storage seat. You want to have space to store your dry foods and textbooks, but you wanna be able to have a seat other than your desk chair. 

-shoe organizer. whether it actually holds your shoes or not, this is great or organizing things. socks, cleaning supplies, hairspray and febreeze are off your desk and out of your closet. 

-door mirror. you can get some pretty good ones for cheap at walmart or target. be sure of your door dimensions first though. 

-2nd phone charger/long phone cable. for charging your phone in bed or at your desk. you never know how far away the outlet will be. 

-fairly new power strip. just to be safe and to plug all your stuff into. 

-body pillow if you don’t like cold walls. 

-a notebook for each class that involves reading or note taking. you might think you can use a binder for all your classes, but easier organization and lighter backpacks are always good. also keep a highlighter and pen with each notebook. it’ll be well worth it, trust me. no one likes losing pens on exam days. 

-at least 2 rolls of quarters (about $20). laundry. it costs $. at KCAI my laundry usually runs at $3.25 because i add a little more drying time. 

-some sort of storage for your desk that isn’t super heavy. I’m currently using both a plastic crate from walmart for books and a cardboard box to keep stuff away from where I work. 

-water filter pitcher. water purity is different everywhere, and even though the water may be clean, a lot of people get sick their first week in a new area just because of the water difference. a filter eases that discomfort just a bit more. 

-folding laundry hamper. I say folding because it’s easier on move in day and it holds more. win win!

-basic cleaning supplies. messes happen. 

-ETHERNET Cable. the wi-fi WILL go out while you’re at school. it’s just going to. so have an ethernet cable the proper length from the plug to your desk for your computer. (Note: ethernet is only best when the wi-fi is out. it connects to main campus computers and that’s dangerous. PLEASE only use when the wi-fi is down.)


NO!! list–leave this behind.

-your massive collection of books. I have too many here myself, but you’re not gonna read or use personal reference books as much as you think. Bring only what you use more than once a month. 

-stereo system. no one likes overly noisy neighbors. 

-pots and pans. unless you live in a swanky apartment dorm with a kitchen, you’re never gonna use that stuff. a coffee mug, bowl, and a microwave are as about as 4-star restaurant as you’re gonna get.

-movies in cases/videogames WITH cases. use a cd binder. works the same and saves space. 

-a bunch of fancy clothes. you’ll really only need 2, maybe 3 nice outfits in art school. pack 2 weeks of tops with 1 week of pants. saves space and laundry you have to do if you alternate weeks. coats, jackets, and cardigans are up to your style.

-anything that takes up more floor space than your fridge or ottoman. UNLESS you know for a fact that you’re gonna set up your desk under your bed in a “T” formation, there’s not much room. so consider a floor pouf or a cushion to go behind the ottoman to make a seat with a back.

-a bunch of purses, shoes, or hats. Again, UNLESS you know exactly how the room is laid out it’s hard to figure out space. if you use a purse, 2 maybe 3 is the most you’ll need. shoes are basically this: everyday, everyday #2, shoes for rain/snow, 2 pairs of nicer shoes, and flip flops for the room if you don’t use houseshoes. 

-your vast collection of coffee/tea mugs. I’m sorry, but you’re gonna have to pick favorites. at most you’ll use 2-3. I personally only have 1 here and then I have my water bottle. 


Other than those things, check with your school list when it’s available to you to see what you need and what you don’t. Once you’ve filled the checklist THEN you can start bringing other things like books, pillows, electric kettles, irons, etc.

Every school is different, and KCAI has its own guidelines on what is or isn’t allowed. See what rules you can wiggle around and disguise based on your own needs. (aka not illegal stuff. duh. but like mattress pads and extension cords. 

Now that the dorm is covered, let’s get to actual art stuff! 

The short answer: every school’s different. and KCAI’s freshman/ foundations year is unique compared to other schools’. The reason being is that aside from animation and film, foundation year is like a free sample buffet on what majors there are. We have still lifes, charcoal, woodshop, illustration, writing, sculpture, painting, and individualized work all year. 2nd semester is when classes get more focused but still. it’s kinda crazy but really nice in the long run.

The budget that’s recommended IS a bit um… well… depends on the teacher. I personally had a teacher who liked for us to do a bunch of stuff without fully using our materials or would have assignments where new materials would run out and we’d have to buy more. 

A safe budget for supplies is about $200 per semester. Now, that’s for supplies only. Take into account food and amazon shipping and emergencies for the rest of your $. 


Stuff you’ll need that they don’t tell you in the beginning of the year

KCAI offers a “FOUNDATION KIT” at the beginning of the year that is about $250 all together. The list they give you is well organized so you can buy stuff on your own to save money. See what you already have or can buy for cheaper prices before you buy the kit. 

Now, again, every teacher is different. Here’s the BASIC list based on mine and other friends’ experiences. 

-glue gun.  sold in the KCAI campus art store. usually comes with foundation kit. I got a nice Superbonder dual temp. gun at Hobby Lobby with a stand. Works great and has a long cord. 

-more hot glue sticks than you thought was possible. sold in the KCAI campus art store. sculpture and cardboard are gonna be big parts in the beginning of the year, but you’ll be thankful later on. be SURE you’re using dual temp. sticks and the proper size for your glue gun. 

-sandpaper/ sandpaper block.   sold in the KCAI campus art store. not too expensive, like $5. the sanders are gonna be busy in woodshop. 

-safety goggles. sold in the KCAI campus art store. wood dust and/chips hurt. just get some simple safety glasses.

-masks. sold in the KCAI campus art store. not too expensive. get a new one every 3 weeks. about 2 needed in total. 

-measuring tape.  sold in the KCAI campus art store. OR go to walmart/home depot for cheaper. mine is a 12 ft self-lock one. it’s pretty good. 

-painter’s tape.  sold in the KCAI campus art store. I think it comes in the foundation kit, but you’re gonna run out. get at walmart for cheaper.

-(not a need but it’s super helpful) trashbag taped to your desk. saves trips to the trashcan and helps your space stay tidier. 

-speedball carver.  sold in the KCAI campus art store. to carve screenprinting rubber stamps when you get into pattern. PERSONALLY I ordered a set of wood whittling tools on amazon that work the same, were cheaper, and work on more than just rubber stamps (pumpkin carving!!) 

-baby wipes. you don’t really NEED these, as sinks exist, but when you work with charcoal and you don’t have enough time between the next drawing or lunch, these help a bunch. 

-push pins.  sold in the KCAI campus art store. teachers recommend the metal ones, I just use the clear plastic ones. less distracting when critiquing. 

-BIG ruler, more of a yard stick.  sold in the KCAI campus art store(?) I think it comes in the foundation kit, but you can always just buy a cheaper metal yard stick or share with a friend. 

-drawing pencils.  sold in the KCAI campus art store. comes with foundation kit. I’m not talking #2 pencil you use all the time, I’m talking 4B and 6H and such. Get a decent set with a sharpener. 

-vine charcoal.  sold in the KCAI campus art store. comes with foundation kit. this charcoal goes away FAST. get an extra box before classes start. 

-white chalk.  sold in the KCAI campus art store. for when your charcoal is just not erasing. 

-X-acto knife.  sold in the KCAI campus art store. comes with foundation kit. the blade is gonna dull down eventually so get an extra for later. 

-box cutter.  sold in the KCAI campus art store. think it comes with the foundation kit. Now, I personally am terrified of box cutters because I over-think injury possibilities, so I just use my x-acto knife (hello dull blades). But unless you’re a scaredy-cat like me, a simple box cutter is needed. 

-cutting mat, self-healing. sold in the KCAI campus art store (I thiiiiink). those weird green mats you see in sewing sections or on artist speed-draws? yeah you’re gonna need one. Big is good, small is fine too. 


Other stuff depends on the teacher. Trips to Hobby Lobby, Michaels, Blick, Creative Coldsnow (kansas city), or other places for supplies IS gonna happen. If you don’t drive, find friends who are doing supply runs too and carpool. 

Art school is crazy and it’s fun, but it IS college. So keep a weekly schedule, take notes, and do your homework. 

Good luck! 

Imagine Kylo’s sister revealing his feelings for you...

Originally posted by shamelessturkey

Originally posted by rhotten

Originally posted by gameraboy

Admin Rogue-: This is a Modern AU guys. Also, my OC Natasha Solo (Emmy Rossum) is Kylo’s younger sister and is one of your best friends. Hope you don’t mind. Also, writer’s block is a pain, I feel like I could do better, but bare with me.  I do hope you like this for it is set in a modern AU

Admin Odie-Wan-: This was not requested, we just felt like posting this. Please note, in future Star Wars imagines, Natasha and two more of our OC’s may make an appearance. Hope you like this! 

Pairings: Han x Leia + Kylo x Reader (If you squint ;) 

WARNING(S): A lot of cussing, dear readers. I suggest you don’t read if you don’t like swearing. 



You looked up from your laptop in alarm at the sound of your friends’ loud voice. Upon looking up, you are faced with Ben Solo, outside in the backyard, struggling to hold someone down face first. Your eyes widened when you followed your friend outside. 

“BEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Natasha screamed at her brother, “WHO THE HELL IS THAT!?” 

Your outside now, and your own eyes went wide once you had seen familiar and unusally messy red hair. It couldn’t be… could it?

“Ren! Let me go, you blubbering idiot!” 

“Ben! Hux!” You shouted, successfully gaining the pair’s attention. 

Ben’s eyes widened at the sight of you “Y/N?” his dark eyes narrow onto his sister, “Why didn’t you tell me Y/N was here!?” 

“Y/N get this fool off me, will you? I have done nothing! I simply came by at your request!” 

“What was the reason to attack him, Ben? And DON’T get me started on this “Kylo Ren” crap!” Natasha looked furious, resembling her mother, “Seriously? Why is it so hard for you to act like an adult?!” 

“I AM AN ADULT!” he roared. You get past your friend and head towards the two. Hux needed a helping hand after all. 

Yeah, you sure act like it.” the brunette scoffs, arms crossed “Instead of making things difficult for yourself, just tell Y/N about your crush on them already!” 

Ben’s hold on Hux loosened, but Hux wasn’t attempting to push him off and was instead glaring at him. You understand why, you were his best friend, apart from Nat, of course. He was bound to be protective of you, though he wouldn’t admit it in front of the two Solos. A voice cleared their throat, and you all turn awkwardly to see Ben and Natasha’s parents. Leia’s lips were in a thin line, dark eyes boring into her son. Han looked as awkward as you had felt, his own hazel irises flickering back and forth between you.  

Yeah.. this wasn’t embarrassing at all.

All I can do

Watching you
sitting all alone
I don’t know you, but
you can’t barely stand
Right now waves are crashing
crashing down on you
What to do?
Seas swell, hells gaping maw
My heart breaks
breaks in a thousand pieces
just for you
Unknowing of your trials
all I see is your pain
A future empty of
sunshine smiles
Agonies abounding
across an endless plain
You don’t know me
but, please, my friend
my love
Let me hold you
giving of all I can
My time, my heart
are for you
Let me hold
if it’s all I can do

No Day But Today

john laurens x reader

prompt: you were prone to worrying about every little thing in your life and future unlike John who only ever focused on the present.

a/n: aha back at it again except this time I’m both hamilton and rent trash wow


You met John during your sophomore year.

John, as usual, was being awfully rowdy with his small entourage at the most inconvenient time. Since your house was normally a noisy place where you were unable to focus on your studies, you decided to escape to your school’s library in attempt to work in a place where you were able to complete your work to its full extent.

Of course, like most things, that didn’t go according to plan.

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I turned eighteen this year- in May, the month that I graduated high school. By coincidence, the majority of my friends turned eighteen about that time. All throughout high school we had celebrated “Birthday Month”, a time where one of our birthdays happened to fall on each of the weekends. When we turned sixteen, we each bought packs of cigarettes. At seventeen, we watched every R rated movie in theaters, two times each. And at eighteen, we decided we would each be getting tattoos.

But I had a problem.

Of my three friends, I was the poorest- my parents had kicked me out a few months before when they found the vodka in my closet, and I could just barely afford to pay rent with the waiter job that I had picked up on nights and weekends. I’d managed to graduate high school with low marks- but I had graduated, which mattered to me, though I knew I wouldn’t be heading to college.

And now, my three other friends were leaving to start their futures.

“I think I’m going to get a benzene ring,” Said Lily, the nerdy but cute asian girl who hung out with us, and probably had more potential than us all together, “Behind my right ear. That way my parents won’t see it under my hair.” []

anonymous asked:

@Jackie: Do you still have a picture or two of you and Marco back when you two were dating as teens?

Jackie: Yeah. I mean it was still an awesome time in my life and he really set the standard for future boyfriends. We’re still good friends though and that’s a rare thing that barely happens anymore. I really appreciate his and star’s friendship .  

Is This Okay?

Originally posted by claracivry

Originally posted by via-la-vivid

Hank McCoy x Reader

Is This Okay?

Author: Morgan

Note: We have a serious lack of Hank on our blog, so this is to fill the hole. Also, H2O was a large part of my childhood. Just saying. Takes place just before Days of Future Past.

Warnings: Tiny swears

A mansion could sure get lonely with only three people living in it. You had been in the last wave of students to be accepted, just before the school went to shit. It was just you and Hank and Charles, though if you were being honest, you barely ever saw the latter.

It was well and good. You and Hank were friends. Good friends with deep feelings for one another. Feelings that welled up in your heart, but you would never let them come to surface. It would only make things more awkward between the two of you.

You were standing in the kitchen at the counter. Hank was seated at the table, working on some paperwork. He raked his hands through his hair, sighing. You bit your lip and poured water into a glass, managing in your clumsiness to spill it all over yourself.

“Son of a-” you muttered. You struggled to keep your balance as long as you could, but you simply couldn’t. Your legs bound together into your powerful, but heavy aquatic tail. You flopped to the floor, landing with a loud smack. You groaned. Hank looked up, jolted by the sudden noise.

“What happened?” he asked, walking closer slowly. He looked down at you in your scaly form.

“I’m too clumsy to pour myself a glass of water apparently.” You looked up at him, a blush creeping across your cheeks. He knelt down on the floor beside you.

“Do you need help?”

“Can you just take me to the bathroom? Help me dry off?” you asked. He nodded, scooping you up into his almost-surprisingly strong arms. When he looked this normal, you almost forgot the other part of him. The blue part of him.

He very gently set you down in the empty bathtub, tossing you a towel and helping you pat down your tail, drying it off as best you could.

“Has it always done this?”

“Oh yeah. No pool parties for me. No one wants to share water with a fishy freak.” You flashed him your webbed fingers. Hank shook his head, looking at you very seriously.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Well thanks, but-”

“No. You’re beautiful.” he repeated, looking at you. “You’re not a freak. Believe me. I should know.”

“Hey. No.” You shook your head, taking his hand. “You’re not. Okay. Listen. I…Hank, no matter what you look like…no matter what you are…I love you. A lot.”

“I…love you too.” he admitted as your tail began to separate into two legs. He helped you to your feet. You stumbled forward, leaning against him. Your faces were so close. Inches apart. The ghost of his breath danced across your skin teasingly, almost. You couldn’t help imagining his lips on yours.

Slowly, gently, you closed the gap, meeting his lips and kissing him softly. He kissed back, holding you against his body. A hand raked through your hair, and both of yours framed his face, stroking his soft, soft cheeks. You felt fur begin to take form and immediately, he ripped himself away, breathing deeply.

“Sorry.” his breath hitched in his throat, shoulders heaving with every breath. “I can’t.”


“I…I can’t control these urges. I don’t want to scare you away.”

“You won’t scare me away.” you assured him, looking into his eyes. “I want this. I want you. All of you.”

“You don’t care that I’m a-”

“All of you.” you repeated. He swallowed thickly, nodding with wide eyes. You pressed your lips to his again, and he kissed you more hungrily this time. He pinned you to the wall, slowly turning blue. When he pulled away, he looked at you with fear, but you held his face, smiling.

“Is this okay?”

“This is more than okay.”

I got my exam results today and I think it finally snapped me out of this cycle where I think I might actually be okay and that I’ve got a future and I’m sane. The first thing I wanted to do was die, to be swallowed up by the ground, but I was expecting that, but then I had to leave, and I ran out the hall. I wanted to cut myself, more than ever before, but I didn’t have my blades. I grabbed some scissors. The kind of scissors that they use in classroom that barely cut anything, i couldnt make more than a scratch. I was in the toilet crying and a friend, a new friend came and asked but it very hard to explain to someone who doesn’t know you that this is just something I have to get through. By myself. I have given myself a headache from crying and broken my 2 months clean, but I survived, and for that I am proud.

There and Back Again (Part 10)

Originally posted by findmeplease

Summary: you begin to adjust to life in hell, while things aren’t going quite so well topside. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,100

Warnings: reader death, brief mentions of murder and rape, grieving angry Dean, dealing with a corpse? Is hell a warning?

See the series masterlist for previous parts!

A/N: Not much action in this one, mostly setting up for future parts. My priorities are all out of whack right now, and this was supposed to be finished after I finished things that actually have deadlines, but… it was speaking to me. John lets his marine side show through and I have to say that part made me bawl the most. Good luck, friends. Don’t hate me.

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I couldn't afford a tattoo, so I found someone who would do it for free.

(warning: long story)

I turned eighteen this year- in May, the month that I graduated high school. By coincidence, the majority of my friends turned eighteen about that time. All throughout high school we had celebrated “Birthday Month”, a time where one of our birthdays happened to fall on each of the weekends. When we turned sixteen, we each bought packs of cigarettes. At seventeen, we watched every R rated movie in theaters, two times each. And at eighteen, we decided we would each be getting tattoos.

But I had a problem.

Of my three friends, I was the poorest- my parents had kicked me out a few months before when they found the vodka in my closet, and I could just barely afford to pay rent with the waiter job that I had picked up on nights and weekends. I’d managed to graduate high school with low marks- but I had graduated, which mattered to me, though I knew I wouldn’t be heading to college.

And now, my three other friends were leaving to start their futures.

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hiighriselights  asked:

this is random but i know you've been through that whole College™ thing & you're starting med school this fall & from what i can see you seem fairly content with where you are in life... anyway my friends and i (all baby 16 year olds) are super stressed out about our futures and i was wondering if you have any nice advice. nothing big or life-changing, just one thing you maybe wish you realized sooner or want to tell a stressed high schooler. your teenaged followers and i will be v grateful

hi!! first of all, thanks for sending this message. high school was a really tough time for me personally so i hope this helps even in a small way.

the biggest piece of advice i have (and something i wish someone could’ve told me back when i was younger) is to embrace uncertainty. tying yourself down to one fixed trajectory (whether it’s the classes you choose to take, the colleges you want to apply to, or the career path you wish to follow) is really limiting, and more often than not, things don’t turn out the way that you expect them to! even if you have an idea of what you might want to do for college and your career, it never hurts to have alternatives in mind - just in case things don’t go as planned. i know my academic career so far has just been one unexpected thing after the other… but somehow it all worked out in the end. and it will all work itself out for you and your friends too! xx

i say “see ya never” whenever i depart from my friends so that i 1. seem like im trying not to get their hopes up abt seeing me again because the world is a fuck and i could disappear at any moment 2. seem Enigmatic and weird, but ultimately 3. dont get my own hopes up abt seeing them because tbh i have the worst attachment issues of anyone i know so even just barely and jokingly tearing down the inherent possibility of fulfilling future hopes & expectations helps me a lot