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Class Stereotypes Part I : YouTubers
  • MatPat/Matthew: The cool nerd who depends on Diet Coke. Can always be seen in the library or computer suite. Tends to be overly sarcastic.
  • Stephanie: The other half of MatPat who is constantly getting into trouble for drinking tea in class. Gives a lot of "pro-tips" to the younger students.
  • NateWantsToBattle/Nathan: The emo cool kid with a great voice. Loves writing songs and good friends with MatPat.
  • PewdiePie/Felix: Queer boy who is constantly giving out brofists. Swears in Swedish constantly and rages over video games way too often.
  • Markiplier: The kid who can't seem to decide what colour his hair should be and screams like a child. Goes from being an adorable lil cookie to being a sarcastic potato of manliness.
  • JackSepticEye/Sean: The green-haired kid who is always getting shouted at for being too loud. Adores cookies and coffee. Best friends with Mark.
  • DanTDM: The child-friendly little bean who always sits in the corner and loves dying his hair blue. The little children love him, but the guys in his class consider him to be a bit of a "sissy".
  • DanIsNotOnFire: The guy who has the same name as DanTDM and is thoroughly annoyed about it because DanTDM is more well-known among the school than him.
  • AmazingPhil: Adorable potato who keeps stealing Dan's cereal, adores lions. DanIsNotOnFire's best friend, and the two have constant battles of sarcasm. But they love each other really.
  • Jay (of the Kubz Scouts): Dirty-minded guy who is constantly turning everything into a "that's what she said" joke.

anonymous asked:

Lol if Ladrien is the sweet, blushy ship then what are your verb-adverb descriptions of the other three corners of the Love Square?

Ooo, hmm, let’s see:

Ladrien: the sweet and blushy ship

Ladynoir: the fun and punderful ship

Marichat: the snark and friendship ship

Adrinette: the cute and oblivious ship

And at the end of the day it is just Adrien and Marinette being Adrien and Marinette because I love those two dorks.

Meeting someone at the wrong time is the saddest thing I have ever come to comprehend. There is this unfathomable pain rooted deep in knowing that you have to let go to continue growth separately when in your heart, you just know- you know that since the first day you were both put on this planet, you must have been two seeds planted right next to each other, the crossing of roots inevitable because what else could explain how you see the world almost identically? What else could explain how when it rains on the other, you feel it too? And it is for these exact reasons I know that us meeting was not a coincidence; we will meet again someday when we have bloomed a little stronger in order to maximise eachother’s growth.
—  Farewell for now, my flower.

„I’m more than drunk kisses and flirty messages.

I’m sunday morning cuddles in bed, after staying up way too long the night before.

The first cup of coffee, when you have to wake up way too early.

I’m the sun that lights up your mind after a day full of rain,

The warm breeze that smells like the ocean and the sun that kisses your skin.

I‘m way more than broken promisses and words that break hearts.

I‘m not someone you only spend one night with,

I am a lifetime full job lover.

A person you can grow old with, that still loves you after 50 years of marriage.

I‘m complicated,

Sometimes I can make you crazy by acting like a fool but trust me,

I‘m worth everything

And if you let me be yours

I will love you forever.“

-c.n

I’ve never felt a pain more physical than heartbreak.

I’ve had the air kicked out of me playing backyard football with the neighborhood kids, but it wasn’t at all comparable to laying in my bed at night rewinding all of our memories in my head like an old VHS tape.

At least in my backyard the oxygen came back into my lungs.

v.m

things that make neil feel real:

  • dan’s facebook photo albums
  • being spun around until he’s dizzy whenever he sees matt
  • having to clean up cat litter :(
  • the fond hair ruffle wymack gives him when he comes to visit palmetto
  • that one time all of the foxes managed to get together for a reunion (and the repeat cuddle pile that followed)
  • allison’s vague tweets that are very obviously about his friends
  • team game night (also known as neil trying not to nod off in the corner but loving the time spent with his family anyways)
  • articles about how far the foxes have come
  • stadiums filled with thousands of exy fans cheering him and his team on
  • being part of kevin’s acceptance speech as he’s inducted into the hall of fame
  • being able to sign his name on official documents
  • drinking pricey fruit smoothies (and pretending not to notice whenever andrew steals a sip)
  • having a ring full of keys that he actually uses and a ring full of keys that he can’t bring himself to give up
  • waking up in the morning and feeling like he’s home

things that andrew finds himself living for:

  • weekly skype calls with nicky
  • an amazon account that’s used to send impulse buys to the other minyards (including but not limited to: chemistry cat sweatshirts, a kevin day limited edition operation game, a recipe book of various chocolate desserts)
  • letters from renee, written in her barely-legible handwriting and usually covered with animal stickers
  • hot chocolate and phone calls with bee
  • robin slowly upping her stats and the way she’d excitedly call to tell him (as if he’s the one who actually cares)
  • the occasional opportunity to blackmail kevin into letting him skip court practices using embarrassing photos from their college days
  • making the team’s nutritionist cry
  • volunteer charities that work to help kids stuck in the foster care system/abusive households
  • the hilarious expressions of surprise on the foxes’ faces when they see him take care of his nieces at their reunion
  • the tea place a few streets down that trade him pictures of his and neil’s cats doing dumb things with whatever desserts they have left over
  • waking up in the morning and feeling like he’s home

i know i need to let you go.

in fact i’m beginning to hate myself for not doing so.

i say nothing because your name is the only thing that slips off of my tongue and no one wants to hear me vocalize you running circles around my mind anymore.

i wonder how you interpret the songs that you showed me so long ago. do you think of me or does another girl belong to them?

i’m constantly checking your social media accounts because i still want to know what you’re thinking of even if i know it’s not me.

despite needing to let go of you

i don’t want to.

v.m

a message from women:
do you know what it’s like to be left alone in love?
do you know what it’s like to feel stuck in love?
do you know what it’s like to be too depressed?
do you know what it’s like to have to beg for
forever from a person who neglects your history?
do you what it’s like to lose everything?
do you know what it’s like to feel abandoned?
do you know what it’s like to wait?
do you know that i will never be too near or too far away?
honestly, i’m still waiting for closure.
i still question what this is— or what this was?
because i can’t help but hope
our feelings were mutual.
do you know how it feels to constantly chase
a feeling you’re addicted to?
do you know i’ve got the jones for you.
and an appetite. and a sweet tooth.
do you know i prayed for you?
from night ’til day.
regardless of my better judgement or dismay
time after time after promises
that never seemed impossible or too good to be TRUE.
do you know what it’s like to try
convincing yourself that— this was the truth.
like i was the woman created for you.
do you know how much i’ve craved you?
i’ve searched for you everywhere
in people, in prayer, in psalm.
in different lovers, in god.
and god— i, wish you really knew.
that i’d love you till death,
or that i’d kill for you.
or that i feel you, like soul deep, like
deeper than anyone ever will.
do you know what it’s like to feel dead inside
and see you so alive, still?

but these days i feel alive.
i’ve been able to realize
you just weren’t meant for me.
these days i don’t cry over
spilled milk.
or lost love
or things i have no control of.
these days i just love myself more.
i just know there’s a happily ever after.
these days i just — don’t see it with you.
nothing personal i think i just fell too quick for your potential.
i just wanted you to be the one.
i just thought we made sense
but now i love myself enough to know better..

—  Reyna Biddy

As the TV Played.

Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: Peter can’t ever pay attention if you’re around.

Warnings: Probably a cuss word, knowing me. And some cute fluff

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh


Star Wars episode II played in the background as you commented on the effects of it all, putting in your opinion on everything you possibly could. Though Peter wasn’t really listening. No, he was paying attention to how your lips moved when you said vowels, or how your face scrunched up whenever something violent showed on the screen. He saw how the light shone on your face, perfectly highlighting the best parts of your face. Your hair was pulled back messily, strands sticking out that he wanted to tuck behind your ears. Besides that, it framed you gorgeously, and he wondered why you didn’t do it more often.

He loved you. Yes, he loved his best friend. He loved every single upside and downside to you. He loved how passionate you got about the weirdest of things. And the way you smiled when you really meant it.

He lived for the times where you would visit him in the middle of the night, far past when everyone should be sleeping, and turn on the radio to some 80s channel, and ask. Ask him about literally anything. And when he wasn’t there, he would find you sitting on the floor next to his bed, sound asleep hours later.

He couldn’t help but fiddle with your hair whenever you sat close enough to him. It was so just soft, and he didn’t understand how it could get that soft. It smelled like rain and happiness. Which described you as best as humanly possible.

And the way you treated him. After everything, you always had his back. You knew right away when he was having a problem, and fixed it just by being yourself. You knew when to hug him, or have a movie night, or simply offer advice. You were there 24/7, supportive as always. And when he needed it most.

He appreciated the slim but amazing times you walked three miles to go to the best diner In town, laughing together until four hours before school. Spending too much money on the almost broken jukebox in the corner.

And god, he loved the way you looked at him with pure amazement, followed by, “I can’t believe you.”

He was mesmerized. Enchanted by your simple existence. He fell hard. And he was reminded of just how hard he’d fallen every time he looked at you.

He couldn’t fully understand why it was that you were friends with him. He thought that you were a thing that couldn’t possibly improve. Even your imperfections were beautiful. He didn’t know why you laughed at his jokes, because you were so much funnier. You were smart beyond your years, another thing he adored about you. Peter was craving to know: why him?

But he would never ask, in fear of losing you. If he lost you.. god. His world would crash right in front of him. Never had he put so much emotion into one person. He had never cared so much, or let anyone see him - every single side of him. You knew so much more than anyone else, and if it was suddenly gone? He couldn’t fathom.

“Pete? You okay?” you asked, snapping him out of his trance

“Yeah, yeah. Just…. admiring you.”

“Well, uh.. thank you.” You blushed, he could tell - a look he could get used to in the future.

just the two of us

Summary: You’re quite the shy one, but Steve always manages to get a few words out of you, no matter what.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Someone tell me to do my college work, and stop writing fics! who am I kidding, though - I can’t stay away from this angel. Also, I am not very good at writing shy readers, apparently :/ I will do better with the next shy reader fic I’m writing, I promise! enjoy xx | masterlist

Originally posted by franciscastle

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i loved you endlessly, submissively.

you could’ve molded me into whatever you wanted me to be, and i would’ve lost myself, just like that.

just to find you as in love with me as i was in love with you.

but you chose the prettier, softer, less opinionated one, and i still love you, more than i ever would’ve.

i am indebted to you endlessly, submissively

for leaving my identity the fuck alone.

v.m

The thing I regret most was
I made excuses for him

Excuses for why
he treating me badly

Excuses for why
I was accepting less
than I deserved

All because
I didn’t want to lose someone
who had no problem
losing me

—  excuses || melindacarolinee