doing psych homework

“The good child becomes a keeper of too many secrets and an appalling communicator of unpopular but important things.  They say lovely words, they are experts in satisfying the expectations of their audiences, but their real thoughts and feelings stay buried and then generate psychosomatic symptoms, twitches sudden out bursts, and sulfurous bitterness”- “The Dangers of the Good Child” from The Book of Life

Tom Holland Imagine: Beautiful

Summary: You’re new to town and meet your new neighbor, Harrison. You soon become friends and he introduces you to his best friend.

A/N: Ugh I’m sorry if this is bad this is the result of my procrastinating doing my psych homework

Warnings: None

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“Y/N, come down here and meet our new neighbors!” My mother yelled up to me.

I sighed and dropped the box I was holding on my bed before I went down to meet the people living next to us. I passed my reflection and cringed at my hair and outfit. My hair was pulled into a bun with a few strands hanging down in my face and I was wearing a dirty white tank top and black yoga shorts. Normally, I would’ve attempted to look semi decent but I just don’t give a damn right now.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, a young girl, a guy around my age and their two parents stood there holding a plate of cookies.

“Hello! You must be Y/N! We’re the Osterfield’s. This is our daughter, Charlotte and our son, Harrison.”

“Hey, nice to meet you guys.”

Harrison smiled politely at me and Charlotte shyly waved.

“Well, Y/N, if you aren’t busy tomorrow, I was thinking you and Harrison could hang out and he could show you around the city!” His mother insisted.

“Yeah, that sounds fine.”

“Perfect! Harrison can come get you around 12? Does that work?”

“Fine with me.”

—Time Skip—

To say things with Harrison went well would be an understatement. The guy was one of the funniest people I had ever met. He made jokes at every stop and had me in tears about 20 minutes into hanging out.

That was 2 months ago.

Harrison had become one of the best friends I ever had in all my life.

Problem was his other best friend that was hogging all his time. Constantly bringing Harrison everywhere he went which left me without my best friend for weeks on end. Sometimes months.

I had never met the mysterious Tom but if he didn’t stop stealing my best friend I was pretty sure I would pound the kid’s face in when I met him.

I was in the middle of watching Heathers when the doorbell rung. I sighed as I paused the movie. J.D. and Veronica had just killed Heather Chandler and it was getting to the best part of the movie so whoever was interrupting me better be important.

I opened the door to see Harrison’s smiling face.

“Y/N!”

“Well, look who’s finally decided to show their face around here again.” I said as I pulled Harrison into a big hug.

It wasn’t until I pulled away that I noticed another guy standing behind Harrison.

“Ummm…. yeah I guess you could say that’s my fault…” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Y/N, meet Tom!”

I narrowed my eyes as I scanned over Tom’s appearance.

Damn.

I was really not expecting him to be this attractive.

“So you’re the famous Tom.”

He smiled and nodded awkwardly.

“Well, don’t keep standing out there in the cold or you’ll get sick. Come on in.”

Tom and Harrison walked into my house and kicked their shoes off at the door.

“So what’re you up to?” Harrison asked as he walked into my living room and sat down on the couch.

“Uh, watching Heathers.”

“Hm, never seen it. What’s it about.”

“A girl who’s trying to be popular ends up dating a sociopath and kills three of her classmates and then has to stop him from blowing up their entire school.”

“…oh… sounds cool, I guess.”

I laughed as I saw Harrison’s uncomfortable face.

“It’s actually a really good movie.” Tom chimed in.

“You’ve seen Heathers?”

“Yeah, loads of times. It’s a classic.”

I smiled at Tom and turned to face him.

“I would’ve never pinned you as the type of guy to watch Heathers.”

“Well, what type of guy do you pin me as?”

“Hmmm… Transformers, Star Wars, James Bond.”

“Well, you’re very right about the James Bond. Not so much about the other two.”

I smiled and pressed play on the movie.

A couple minutes later, Harrison was passed out on the couch, leaving Tom and I in each other’s company.

“So, Harrison actually kinda warned me to stay quiet while we were here…”

“And why is that?”

“He said, and I quote, that if I said one wrong thing, you would scratch my pretty face off cause I hog him all the time.”

I laughed which caused Tom to look relieved.

“Harrison flatters himself too much.” I said as I looked at my sleeping best friend.

“Hey, do you wanna prank him?”

“Hell yeah!”

Tom and I snuck into the office where we both got sharpies and snuck back into the room. We got on either side of Harrison’s body and began to doodle on his face. When we saw his eyes begging to flutter, we jumped onto the couch and turned our attention back to the movie.

“What the hell is this movie? Is he raping her?” Harrison groggily asked as he watched J.D. press Veronica up against the wall in kiss her as she struggled to push him off.

“No, she’s about to kick his ass, don’t worry.” Tom said.

“Yeah, and even though J.D. is completely crazy, he loves Veronica.”

Harrison hummed.

“Well, I gotta take a piss.” Harrison said as he sat up from the couch and stumbled to the bathroom.

Tom and I erupted into a fit of giggles as we heard Harrison scream our names.

“RUN!” Tom and I yelled at the same time. I dragged Tom up to my room and locked the door before Harrison could reach us.

“Y/N! Tom! I swear to god, I’m gonna kill you two!” Harrison yelled as he banged on the door which only caused Tom and I to laugh even harder as we fell back onto my bed.

“Looks like you’re spending the night in here, Holland.”

Lydia,

I hope when you’re reading this, you’ve just come home from school and your cheeks hurt from laughing all day with our friends, and you’re wearing one of your favorite outfits, and your hair is in one of those intricate braids I always admire but I’ve never told you. I hope you’re doing the psych homework you love, and Prada is sleeping at the foot of your bed. I hope you’re listening to that one weird album you love from that band that even I didn’t know about, and your mom is cooking your favorite meal for dinner (spaghetti, no meatballs, extra mushrooms), and you’re drinking extra strong black coffee because you know you’re gonna be up all night studying. I hope you’re in your happiest state possible, and I hope you find your way back to it after all of this is said and done.

Now for the hard part. It’s 3:30 in the morning, you’re fast asleep feet away from me in my bed, but I couldn’t sleep knowing what’s coming. By the time you’re reading this, they’ve taken me. I want you to know I’m not scared. Yes, my hands are trembling like leaves in November as I’m writing this, but you know me…or maybe you don’t, but they always are. I know what’s coming for me, and I’m prepared to handle it. What I’m not prepared to handle is the thought of you worrying about me after I tell you all of this. I’m not scared, Lydia, so please don’t be scared for me.

My name is Stiles Stilinski. I live with my dad, the Sheriff of Beacon Hills. I’m a senior at Beacon Hills High School, I play lacrosse (or try to), I love Star Wars, I have a piece of shit blue Jeep that is literally held together by duct tape, and I know you like the back of my damn hand, Lydia Martin.

We have a pack. You, me, and all of the idiots I’m going to tell you about. We’ve literally been to hell and back with them. I’m praying to any God that this will help you remember what our lives really are. This group of people is our home, Lydia. Find them. Stick with them. Never let them go.

My best friend is Scott McCall. I don’t know what my evaporation has done to you two, but he’s one of your best friends as well. He is such a hero it hurts him, but he’s a better person than I could ever even attempt to be. He loves his friends, us, more than anything on this planet, and he’ll protect us unwaveringly, even if that surrenders his own safety. Sophomore year, he was bitten by a werewolf, and it flipped our world upside down. You’re part of that world.

Malia Tate. You taught her how to drive (god help her). She’s a werecoyote. She’s my…friend? Fellow pack member? Not important, what is important is that you find her. She is fiercely loyal and brave, and one of the most selfless people I know. Our pack needs her, and so do you.

Mason, Liam, and Hayden. The new creatures. They’re small, like, Scrappy Doo small, so even your short self might have to look down to find them. But when you do, you’ll be grateful, because even if they are annoying toddlers sometimes, they have been amazing additions to our pack. At the end of the day, they just needed a home like the rest of us, and they fit right in.

And then there’s you, Lydia. You’re a banshee. Your powers have kept us alive time after time, life threatening situation after life threatening situation. Maybe you know that, maybe you don’t, and maybe you’ve already thrown this letter away thinking I’m a lunatic, but somehow I know you haven’t. Because whether you remember me or not, not even something as horrific as this could erase a piece of you from my mind. Nothing could take away what I feel and know about you.

I know that you are strong beyond limits and intelligent beyond compare.I know you’ve built up walls so tall around you that you can no longer see the top of them. I know you’ve been chipping away at them for the past two years, and have so graciously let me peek in. I know that you still have a scar from where Prada bit you on your ankle. I know your favorite movie is Clueless, but you tell people it’s Moulin Rouge. I know that you’re going to win a Fields Medal someday. I know that you possess everything you need to live the life you dream of.

I feel like we didn’t get enough time. I feel like I was taken in the middle of the climax of our story. I feel that you are going to be upset after reading this. I feel like you’re going to cry, and even though you look beautiful while doing it, my heart aches picturing that. I feel a physical hole in my chest imagining myself without you. I feel that I was never meant to live without you by my side, helping me figure things out. Most of all, I feel like you’ll remember. You told me you would, and I feel like I have to believe you. You’ve never given me a reason not to.

Remember, Lydia? Remember the semi formal? Remember that giant gift I brought to your birthday party? Remember using toilet paper as tissue in my bedroom? Remember the locker room floor? Remember me fainting after we defeated the nogitsune? Remember tangling red string around your fingers on my bed night after night as we tried to untangle our lives? Remember the Jeep?

I know this letter is a mess, which is an accurate representation of me, and I’m hoping that will help rather than hurt. I know you can do this, Lydia. If there’s anything I know, it’s that you will stop at nothing to save the people you care about, no matter the consequences. And now I know I’m one of those people, and it’s my favorite fact in the world. It’s a fact that will keep me going, wherever I’m going. Even if I never go back home, I will hold onto the fact that Lydia Martin chose to care about me, out of all people on this Earth. And that will be enough.

This isn’t a goodbye letter, Lydia. This is just a piece of the puzzle I know you’ll put together. I have faith in you, always have, always will, and that faith lets me know that this is not the end of us.

see you soon,
Stiles

Okay, but, second year Hinata who grows his hair out and has to start wearing it in a ponytail. The first time he ever puts it up during practice Kageyama couldn’t serve worth a damn because his eyes kept trailing back to Hinata. When he confronts Hinata about it after pratice he notices a set of piercings in the cartilage of the shorter’s ears and he promptly shuts his mouth and walks away. 

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What She Means: Do you think Sandy every tried to contact Soda after she left? Like damn hoes never get cold but how could you just leave this GREAT guy who just lost his parents and whose brother just got wrapped up in some murder charges?? Did Soda ever wait for the postman to see if Sandy finally answered one of his letters? Do you think he ever ran to answer the phone absolutely thrilled by the thought of hearing her voice again?
if im still standing

summary: in which Juvia falls in love with a god. And she’s not just saying that figuratively, apparently, he is an actual, full-fledged god. noragami au. yes. fight me pls.

Pairings: gruvia, gajevy, GRAVY BROTP, jerza, nalu

Sidenote: has…has this been done yet…pRObAbly???  also the line break is definitely stolen from one of my fave movies of all time yes goodbye

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day one.

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It’s very few days that the sun decides to dip down in rays, like little holes in the cloud layers that let out filtered droplets of sunshine in fabulous columns.

It was a beautiful sight, especially on a day as dull as Thursday.

Juvia admired the sunlight shafts with interest. Even though they were beautiful and rare, she could smell it in the air. It was going to rain later that day, she could feel it.

“He-ey, Juvia, what are you doing?” Lucy, Juvia’s best friend, asked her, pulling at the gray fabric of her long buttoned jacket impatiently.

“Nothing,” she spoke, pulling the knitted, frayed edge of her cotton-candy blue scarf closer to her mouth, somewhat embarrassed that Lucy had caught her daydreaming.

“I swear,” Lucy drawled, tucking her hands into the oversized pockets of her jacket. “You’re always daydreaming, don’t you ever get tired of living in your own little world?” Lucy’s tone was teasing, but Juvia couldn’t help but feel a jab of insecurity. Lately, she found herself becoming less and less involved in real life, and more and more immersed in the wonders of her imagination. As silly as it sounded, she had a habit of getting lost in her thoughts.

“Not really. I’m pretty good at keeping it interesting.” Juvia lightly joked, but still, she nursed her wounded pride silently on their way to school.

Was it really wrong to wish that you lived somewhere else, somewhere where anything was possible?

Her answer was the quiet, dull screaming of the subway train. It was the same every day, the same train, the same screeching halt, the same stop, the same people.

Like a song stuck on repeat, she bobs her head to the beat of the music, wondering if someone would ever come along and change the tune.

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[de profundis clamo ad te, domine]

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“It’s really terrible that they happened to let you sit by a window.” Lucy snorted on the walk home, she had a habit of walking along the sidewalk, balancing on the risen pavement like it was a sort of high-stakes task that took all of her concentration.

“Hmm,” Juvia mumbled in agreement. She had lost track of pre-calc so many times she was beginning to wonder if maybe she really did have an imagination problem.

“Aw,” Lucy suddenly spoke, disappointed. “It’s raining.”

Juvia held her hand out. Two raindrops landed onto the back of her knuckles and one slid down the expanse of her wrist, meanwhile the other slid down her middle finger, two completely separate directions for two identical droplets of water. Odd.

“You’re right.” Juvia agreed, tightening her coat and shivering. “We should hurry to the station.”

Lucy nodded in acknowledgement, before hopping off the curb and skipping towards the station stairs a few blocks away.

“So – you know, yesterday Yukino told me something kinda juicy. Remember that guy you used to date, Bora? Well, he got a new girlfriend, and she says that Minerva says that he’s trying to make someone jealous, right? And so I thought – who would he try to make jealous? And then I was like – duh – you! What do you think? Do you…Juvia? Juvia!”

Juvia blinked rapidly an looked Lucy in her wide, chocolate brown eyes.

“Sorry?” She mumbled, noticing the same confused, dumbstruck look on Lucy’s face that she made whenever Juvia had missed something important.

“I don’t get you, Juvia.” She sighed, giving her a sympathetic look before hurrying down the steps to get out of the now heavy rain. The skies darkened, and were long void of those delicate rays of sunshine Juvia had been admiring earlier.

Juvia said nothing in response to Lucy’s comment and only silently followed her down to the subway station.

The station was only moderately full, and Juvia and Lucy wasted no time swiping their cards and scurrying to the benches so they could wallow in the wetness of their clothes and hope that they’d get home soon enough to avoid catching a cold.

“Hm. Do you think that boy’s cute?” Lucy asked, pointing out a young blonde boy in his late teens shuffling up by the cross fire.

“I guess.” Juvia muttered half-heartedly.

Ugh.” Lucy groaned dejectedly, resting her head on Juvia’s damp shoulder in defeat. “You’re hopeless.”

Juvia felt the rise and fall of Lucy’s chest, the comforting repetitiveness was almost soothing, accompanied with the harsh screech of the train.

“Oh, look.” Lucy said, lifting her head and smiling brightly. “Nice timing!”

Twin lights glowed dimly in the cavern between the train station and the subway. Juvia brushed some imaginary dust off of her wet coat and stood up, Lucy mirroring her actions obediently.

“I still think that boy is cute, do you think he’d take me on a date if I asked him?” Lucy wondered, holding a piece of her hair and twirling it next to her cheek, a slight habit of hers when she was smitten.

Juvia tried to make a sound of encouragement, something along the lines of yes, Lucy, you could charm a thousand men with your siren song, or something that might bring comfort to her already distraught best friend, but her gaze stopped at the very edge of the station, where the sharp drop off to the train tracks started.

“Lucy, do you…see…” she whispered, holding her hand out and swiping, to make sure she wasn’t imagining things.

“Uh…what are you doing?” Lucy asked, like Juvia’s actions were unbridled and ludicrous.

“Don’t you…see…?” She asked, wishing she could add one last monosyllabic word to her fractured sentence.

Him.

Couldn’t she see him? He was…

The boy was standing, staring out to the opposite end of the corridor ominously, almost like he was going to jump down, to end his life to the speeding of the subway, it’d be quick, painless-

“Hey,” she spoke up, stepping forward and cutting past the ghosts of the people around her. She couldn’t see them – they didn’t matter, only him, only him-

“Juvia, what are you-“

Lucy’s voice became lost in the crowd, along with everything else. Time slowed down, the world stopped, it was just her, and him.

He turned, like he had sensed a minor disturbance in his everyday life and stared at her, eyes as dark as coal and hair like frayed silk. He stared at her, almost as if he could see straight through her, straight through her mind and body and directly into her soul.

Her heart paused, like it was trying to remember what it had been doing just a second ago. Her mouth opened to say something, she didn’t quite know what, but she knew it had to be something.

His head tilted a fraction to the side, studying her, like he was confused. Juvia took a few more steps towards him, the reckless abandon and flurry of strangers behind her long forgotten like a sandcastle too close to the shore.

Her hand reached out almost as if she wanted to grasp him, but he was still ten feet in front of  her.

Then, he stopped short. His head darted back to the subway corridor like he had heard something disturbing.

Then, arms geared back , he stepped forward, three, two, one-

And he jumped.

The train was seconds away, it was going to hit him, oh god, why wasn’t anyone else scared, why wasn’t anybody doing anything?

In the midst of her fear gripping her like a well-endowed sword, she studied the area around her, blank faces, empty voices, it was like no one could see him, n one could see her, the was just an illusion…

She looked down at her hands and felt her breath come in erratc gasps.

Five seconds, five seconds until the train collided with him – what was he doing? Did he have a death wish?

Without thinking, her mind whirred like clockwork and hr legs pumped forward, faster and faster, in tune with the ticking of her heart, five seconds, five seconds to go-

And she jumped.

She collided with the boy, her body making a soft poomf noise as if she had run into a very squishy pillow instead of a human boy.

He looked down at her, stainless black iron eyes blazing. His mouth opened, to yell at her, to scream, but no words came out. She yanked the slippery fabric of his collared jacket so harshly she heard the zipper break. She shove him face-first, in a snowstorm of adrenaline, onto the ground, and jumped on top of him.

One second, one second to go.

Her head ducked, she could smell the grease and steam emitting from the screeching train, no time left, and the last thing she felt before the blackness was a wildfire in the back of her head and a scream- Lucy’s scream – echoing across the gaunt corridors, bouncing off the walls and haunting her memory to the very core.

And then – nothing.

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please feel free to murder me for this, will most likely delete in the morning bc katie wtf

also chapter two is already done

fuck me

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a heartbeat moving through me

Niall laughs, her cheeks warming up, “Knew you’d figure it out.” She looks over her shoulder out the window in the door, and sees Harry showing Louis something on his phone, “Just a boy.”

“A boy and a girl,” and it sounds like Zayn understands.

Or; bath bombs are fun, carnivals are cool, and a vampire is in love.

for @niallspringsteen & @foxesmouth

[ @goingtosave ]

School seems to be dragging on forever. Stiles’ patience for it is always thin at best, and sometimes–sometimes it just doesn’t quite last as long as it needs to.

So sometimes, when he should be doing AP Psych homework or something, what he’s doing in actuality is barging into Scott’s bedroom. He is on the hunt, or so it would seem, trying to creep up close to wherever Scott is and start touching him, with those fingers, very gently.

His scent, naturally, betrays him.