encourage your friends

Life Lessons by Tina Belcher
  1. Be really forgiving and fair towards everyone you encounter 

  2. Be one with your body 

  3. Don’t be dependent on other people for your own happiness 

  4. Stay positive even when life beats you down a little 

  5. Inspire others to feel good about themselves 

  6. Encourage your friends to be the best they can be 

  7. Proudly own who you are and what you’re into 

  8. Approach every situation with confidence 

Best Wishes!

If you think you’re worthless, stop scrolling right now and read.

I’m writing this for a specific mutual, but it isn’t only true for one person, so read on.

You know those inspirational posts you see people reblog every day?

Stuff about people all throughout history who failed and went bankrupt and were depressed and were told they weren’t good enough - and yet somehow they rose above it and defied all those notions to become heroes and legends and history makers and culture movers. And the post always ends with “so don’t be hard on yourself when you mess up” and it’s all nice and sweet and pretty. Maybe you scroll past them. Maybe you hardly ever see them on your dash at all.

Maybe you’re among those who reblogs these posts.

But maybe every time you hit the reblog or the like button, your brain is whispering “this isn’t about you” and “yes people can do amazing things, but not you” and “ah yes amazing stories, too bad it will never happen to you” and you listen to these whisperings and you laugh and shake your head…

Because you know exactly where you stand: worthless. irredeemable. a loser. a lost cause.

Please.

Please.

Listen to me.

As your friend.

As a stranger who doesn’t know you. Who doesn’t have to know you, or your failings, or your depression, or your anxiety, or your embarrassments, or your deepest darkest most heinous crimes.

Stop.

Just stop.

Look up. Look around you. Open. Your. Eyes. Are they open? Good. Keep them open. Don’t ever close them again. See the world. See you: a human being, valid, flawed, journeying, changing, growing, scraping, failing, rising, a masterpiece that will never be made again.

You are beautiful. You who think you are overweight and lazy. You are beautiful. You who think you are stupid and uneducated. You are beautiful. You who think you are a loser, and amount to nothing. You are beautiful. You who bleed and ache and never rest. You are beautiful.

You have worth.

Want to know a secret? If you wake up in the morning and tell yourself you’re not going to amount to anything that day, then you aren’t going to. If you go to bed at night thinking nothing will change tomorrow, then you are going to change nothing.

Because you’ve resigned yourself to that lie. And it is a lie, friend. A straight-out, soul-condemning, out-of-the-pit, self-deprecating, self-pitying lie. A lie you don’t have to believe. A lie you should not believe.

If you stand in the corner and bow your head and stare at the ground, you’ve already lost the battle without fighting. This is a surrender in which there is no honor, and in it there is no hope.

Life isn’t easy, friend. Life isn’t fair. It’s hard. And getting things done is hard. Some days, just getting up out of bed is hard. Just breathing. Just doing homework. Just going to work. Just trying to keep the dishes and trash from overflowing.

But we do it anyway.

Why? Because there’s life to live. There are choices to be made. Jokes to laugh at. Awkward conversations to be had. Art to mess up and start over on. Jobs to work. Pizza to be eaten.

We do it anyway.

So guess what?

You do it anyway too.

Why? Because of this:

You are special.

Right now, this second, turn off the voice that hears these Disney-fied words and scoffs and ignores them. Listen.

There is not a human being who has ever lived or ever will live on this planet that is not important, that is not here for a reason. No life is worthless, and most certainly not yours. My God doesn’t make worthless things, and he doesn’t make mistakes. There are no extra pieces in this universe, no spare parts. He made you. And he made you for a purpose, and that purpose is not to sit in your room, afraid to try, afraid to love, afraid to hope, afraid to climb and fall and hurt and get back up again.

Want to know another secret? You aren’t alone. Every single human being in the history of everything has struggled with feeling worthless at some point in their life. Every single one. That is not a lie. Your feelings of worthlessness are not what is special about you. You are what is special about you. The God who created you is what is special about you.

No matter what you’re going through, no matter what you’ve done, no matter what you have failed to do, someone else has gone through worse. Sometimes, a lot worse.

Oh, now you feel invalidated. “Why can’t I just believe in myself? Other people have it worse, I shouldn’t complain, I should just try harder, but I know trying harder isn’t going to help, so what’s the point.”

Guess what?

Stop that too.

Stop it dead in its tracks.

Kill that thought. Every day. Every morning. Every minute it shows its ugly lying face. Kill it and put it to rest. Stack headstones on top of it and move away, far far way, friend.

Don’t tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about. I don’t know where you’ve been, but you don’t know where I’ve been either. Don’t ignore hope because you think it’s for other people. Don’t keep yourself from making an effort, and pushing yourself forward. Bury the lie. You have worth. You are loved. You are important. God does not make worthless things.

One of my favorite lyrics says “How does it end when the war that you’re in is just you against you against you? You’ve got to learn to love, learn to love your enemies too.”

Learn to love.

Your enemy.

Yourself.

Start learning to see you the way God sees you.

See you the way I see you.

Perfect.

Worthwhile.

Amazing.

Just at the very beginning.

Every single day you wake up is a brand new start.

A bright new chance. Every. Single. One. You will never stop getting chances for as long as you are here, so why dismiss them? Isn’t that the most beautiful thing there is? You get to keep trying. Every single day. You have the gift to go again, try again, start again, live again, breathe again, hope again.

Guess what. When the morning is wasted, the afternoon is still there. When the afternoon is wasted, the evening is still there. When the evening is wasted, the night is still there. And then morning comes again.

So the next time you see a motivational post, an inspiring reblog, a story about how someone overcame something horrible, and turned it into something amazing, look long and hard and take courage, find hope in that. Stop dismissing it as being from a universe you have no part in. Stop putting yourself to that measuring stick and turning away because you’re not there yet.

You’re looking at the end result. At some point, they were standing in your shoes. They couldn’t see the end. They couldn’t see what they might or might not amount to. They had no idea, just like you now. Just exactly like you.

Hope, my friend. Every time you start to think “I can/will never” do this or that or amount to anything or accomplish anything… Hope. Stop those thoughts immediately. Kill them. Bury them. Never stop burying them. They are lies and you are better than them.

Drive them out. Open your eyes. Look around. Pick yourself up. Brush away the tears. “I will try. My God doesn’t make worthless things, so I am not worthless. My God does not create without meaning, so I have meaning. I am here for a reason. Today I will live to find out what that reason is for today. And tomorrow I will hope again.”

Life is hard, my friend. Stop beating yourself up. You are worth more and capable of more than you can ever imagine or hope or dream. Don’t let your past or present failures stop you or beat you down. Keep going, keep hoping, keep killing the lies. You are bigger than them, you go beyond them. And God is greater, and he knows your heart. Trust him. Wake up. Open your eyes. Move forward. Keep your eyes open.



“You’ve got all that emotion that’s heaving like an ocean
And you’re drowning in a deep, dark well
I can hear it in your voice that if you only had a choice
You would rather be anyone else

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He made your precious heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

I know it’s hard to hear it when that anger in your spirit
Is pointed like an arrow at your chest
When the voices in your mind are anything but kind
And you can’t believe your Father knows best

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He’s shaping your heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Well how does it end when the war that you’re in
Is just you against you against you
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

You can’t expect to be perfect
It’s a fight you’ve gotta forfeit
You belong to me whatever you do
So lay down your weapon, darling
Take a deep breath and believe that I love you

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

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top 15 jeff/annie scenes (as voted by my followers):

15. annie is in jeff’s heart [urban matrimony and the sandwich arts]

How to be a Good Friend

1. Be understanding and supportive when your friend is having a hard time.

2. Be interested and excited when something good has happened to your friend.

3. Don’t be a gossip. Think the best of people; not the worst.

4. Remember that a secret … is a secret … is a secret. Don’t pass on what’s been shared in confidence.

5. Be willing to help friends out.

6. Don’t criticise anything about your friend – his/ her clothes, choices, decisions, boyfriends, girl friends etc

7. Show up at events that you friend has invited you to – birthdays, celebratory meals etc.

8. Encourage your friend to dream and be the best person they can be (then affirm, encourage and believe in them as they seek to become that person.)

hello! this is my first attempt to share my tips with you. i sometimes struggle with just not being in mood to study, but i’ve noticed specific things that help me, so here they are

go for a power walk - i find that fresh air helps clear your mind of lazy thoughts and change of the environment is nice, especially if you’ve spend the whole day inside

call your study buddy - (if you have one) tell them you have troubles feeling motivated to study today. words of encouragement from your friends do wonders!  

turn off electronic devices - unless you need it for your study, switching your phone/laptop off might be a good idea. it’s so much easier to avoid getting distracted and pointlessly scroll through instagram for hours

remind yourself of your goals - look at your vision board / list of goals. it’s important to understand that those won’t happen unless you work for them

make an action plan - write out a to-do list and make sure to break down complicated tasks into smaller and easier ones. you will feel more accomplished as you’re completing the task

power nap - maybe you’re too tired and overloaded with work. in that case you will feel more focused if you take a short nap and come back to your study session later

1.. 2.. 3.. go! - rule my friend shared with me. basically, you imagine the task you want to do and then count to three and start doing it. after three seconds your mind comes up with excuses and you’re less likely to even start

that’s it! if you have any tips, feel free to add on. hope you find it helpful and have a nice rest of the day!

so i drew auston matthews.
shoutout to @iceburgh87, @gigglymarner, and @cloudykiidd for their constant encouragement 💙

satisfied (m.) | jungkook

jeon jungkook + incubus au

genre: smut | kidnapping | oral sex | bondage | blindfolded | filth basically

word count: 2.6k


When you wake, it’s because your arm twists in an unnatural fashion and you have to maneuver it around as far as your bound wrist will allow you to. It’s dark in this room that you do not recognize, the only light source the pale moonlight that peeks from between thin curtains.

In the corner of the room, displayed on a lone chair, you see your dress neatly folded with your cell phone sitting on top of it and your heels leaning against one of the wooden legs. It was obvious that someone had undressed you, panic setting in as you quickly rub your legs together, the material of your panties moving between them reassuring you.

You’re freezing, and, when you look down, you understand why. You’re dressed in nothing but a large black T-shirt. In big white block letters you read- BONJOUR BITCHES -and fight off a round of hysterical laughter. Not because the shirt is funny. The shirt is fucking stupid and isn’t yours. You just don’t know how to process your situation. You glance over at a digital clock on the bedside table to see that it’s two am and presumably the same night that you remember going out for drinks with some girls from your school.

The taste of old alcohol is still on your tongue and when you swallow your throat is scratchy and dry. Your memories are fuzzy, images of sweaty bodies pressing against each other and your friends encouraging you to talk to any man you showed the slightest interest in appearing in your mind. If you didn’t know any better, you would say this was a prank done by the idiotic college girls you decide to hang out with, but with the way your wrist and ankles are tied expertly to the bed and the slight rawness on your skin that suggests you’ve been tied up for a great amount of time - the chances are low. You tug on what you think are ribbons, wince when the material digs into your skin yet again. No matter how hard you tuck your knees in and pull you are moved back into place each time, legs wide and spread out.

The realization that you aren’t strong enough to break free brings tears to your eyes. No matter how much you struggle it only brings on more pain, and who knew when your captor would back? You blink away the tears and sigh, trying to catch your bearings. If you could just remember how you had gotten there and who had taken you, then maybe you could calm down. Think, you say to yourself, memories of drunken coin fumbling and laughter repeating themselves over and over again until your head starts to pound.

You were alone at one point, overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol and hormones on the crowded dance floor. You were sitting at the bar, manicured nails tapping against the slick cold surface that felt like glass but not quite. A man sat next to you (some would consider him more of a boy, but the small smirk on his lips told you otherwise.) He was tall and unmistakenly handsome with large glossy eyes that were barely covered by the fringe of his dark hair.

Your interaction wasn’t brief, and at one point your “friends” came over to drag you away but you were too immersed in the conversation to notice and they were too inebriated to care. The man bought you drinks and your false sense of security prompted you to take them all down without question. “Have you ever been touched by a man before?” He asked suddenly, alcohol catching in your throat as you tried your best to swallow it the rest of the way down despite your body’s protest.

“Yes,” you reply with slight nervousness. The man smiles, and in this memory, you’re almost certain he told you his name but it’s gone now, in the back of your mind tucked into one of the spaces that were too full of names and faces.

“A woman perhaps?” His smile got even bigger when your eyes widened and you shook your head no.

“Only one person and it wasn’t very good… I haven’t been with anyone since. That’s why my friends tried to get me to talk to so many people tonight.” It wasn’t a lie, unfortunately. When you slept with Chanyeol he had been so nervous that you ended up guiding him the entire time with shaky hands and awkward touches.

The man considered this and leaned in a bit closer to you. His cologne was strong but not overwhelming, something soft and alluring that made you lean in so close that when his hand pressed against the bare skin of your knee, you jumped. His lips brushed against your cheek. “How about,” he murmured as he moved over to your ear and pressed soft kisses against it that make you shiver, “I show you how a real man takes care of a woman?” You suck in a breath, the liquid courage and obvious attraction between the two of you enough to cloud your judgment.

The last thing you remember is his soft touch and oh so intoxicating smell as you whisper a soft, “yes, please.” And everything afterward fades into a blur.

A hand gently touches your cheek and your eyes shoot open to see the man from your memory sitting next to you on the bed. For some reason, you aren’t scared anymore and your body instantly relaxes under the warmth of his touch. His eyes aren’t the same glossy brown color that you remember and are now completely black with markings covering his neck in intricate sharp lines. When he smiles at you you can see fangs peeking out where his previous bunny teeth had been and you almost ask him if they’re fake when his tongue gently runs over the points and they don’t move out of place.

“Did you rest well, (y/n),” the man asks, his hand still caressing your cheek. You don’t understand why you’re so calm, why you aren’t kicking and screaming for him to get away from you and why you find yourself leaning into his touch.

You don’t speak and simply give him a look of confusion, one that he lets out an almost maniacal laugh at. He seems to be enjoying your distress and you wonder where the man that you had met at the bar had gone, or if he had truly existed at all.

“I see you aren’t in the speaking mood so I’ll just get to the point. These restraints are just a precaution in case you decide to run away. I did say I would make you feel good and I intend on keeping that promise. Now, relax and don’t do anything rash, okay, sweetheart?”

You nod automatically and without thinking your legs begin to spread themselves even wider than they already were. You decide to stop questioning why you’re letting him touch you, why you’re about to let him do whatever he wanted to you. It felt right, so maybe that meant that it was.

Jungkook - yes that was his name, you remembered now - hadn’t hurt you from what you could see. Your friends told you to be more adventurous and something about the man who was now situated between your legs, hands gently running up your thighs, made your heart pump faster than any adrenaline rush could.

You watch as Jungkook continues to run his hands over your skin until he gets to the hem of the large shirt and gently tugs it over your head, stopping when the black material covers your face in a makeshift blindfold. You almost say something in protest but he leans in and kisses your lips, tongue slipping in your mouth and caressing against your own until you feel dizzy. He trails down from your mouth, a small trail of saliva between the two of you breaking when he presses open mouthed kisses against your jawline and down to your neck. When his clothed chest presses against yours you realize that you aren’t wearing a bra and whine as the material rubs against your sensitive nipples.

Jungkook hums and bites down roughly against your neck, a gasp coming from your throat in surprise. You can’t see him and every one of your senses is heightened, a bit of fear mixed with lust causing your panties to become wetter by the second. You wanted him, no you needed him to fuck you, but Jungkook was taking his time in leaving as many marks on your body as possible. He fondles your breast now, a whimper leaving your lips as his tongue unexpectedly runs over your sensitive bud. He takes it into his mouth, biting down and sucking it while his other hand pinches the second with his thumb and index finger. He trails his lips over your chest to your second nipple and gave it an equal amount of attention, your whimpers slowly turning into pants as he continues to bite and lick and tease. When he’s done making you squirm, Jungkook pulls away and you feel his fingertips lightly trail down your sternum to your torso. When he gets to your panties you let out a squeal of surprise, his face suddenly burying deep in your clothed heat and taking in a deep breath of your arousal.

“You smell so good, darling,” he cooed, “And your little cunt is trembling… Do you want me to eat your pussy?” You nod and his hand comes down sharply against your thigh, making you jump against the bed sheets. “I would appreciate an answer, sweetheart. I want you to beg for me. Say ‘Please, sir, eat my pussy. Taste my trembling little cunt.’”

You blush and bite down on your lip, you’ve never had someone speak to you this way before and couldn’t imagine the words coming out of your own mouth, but you were so needy that you would do almost anything to have his tongue inside you. “P-Please, sir, eat my pussy, Taste my trembling little c-cunt.”

You can hear the smile in his voice. “Good girl.”

Your panties are discarded and you have no idea where he has them, but when he puts his mouth on your clit you quickly forget about it, a moan leaving you as you feel your body sink into the bed. Jungkook has his hands on your thighs, slowly dragging his tongue up your slit in a way that makes you jerk upward into his face before he pins you down again. You hear your wetness as he slowly lets his tongue enter you, a chuckle leaving his mouth when you tug on the restraints in an attempt to grab hold of his hair. The pain around your wrists is barely noticeable now as you whimper and struggle against the ribbons. You wanted to touch him, to run your hands over his chest and let your tongue trace the dark markings on his neck. “Sir, please,” you moan as his fingers start to stimulate your clit, his mouth forming into a smile against your pussy, “please fuck me.”

Jungkook hums, the vibration causing shivers to dart up your spine. “I suppose you deserve it… But first, open your mouth for me, darling.” He presses a final kiss against you and you hear him sit up against the bed, still situated between your thighs. You hear a belt buckle being undone and the sound of him tugging off his clothing. You’re nervous, but your desire is too high for such timidity.

Your mouth opens and you feel Jungkook’s fingers run over your lips, wet and plump. He leans down and you return his kiss, moaning when you feel his erection run over your folds. Suddenly, he pulls away, and you feel cold again as the bed creaks. Right when you try to protest, a complaint on the tip of your tongue, your mouth is filled with his cock and you have to refrain from gagging.

His hands grasp onto the sides of your head and position it at a more comfortable angle before his starts to thrust into your mouth, his groans filling the room as your whimpers drown in your mouth. He doesn’t go easy on you, his fingers digging into your hair as he goes deeper and deeper into your throat. You take it all, ignoring the pain as your saliva dribbles out the sides of your mouth and tears start to fall down your cheeks. Jungkook holds you against his pelvis, your nose pressing into his small amount of pubic hair before you gag and his releases you. You pull away with a gasp, breathing heavily as his hand caresses your hair. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, {y/n},” he cooed, watching as you still try to catch your breath. Jungkook’s fingers gently rub your lips and you let out a whimper as you hear him suck on the two digits. “Look how wet sucking my cock made you, darling. I think you’re ready for me to be inside you.”

“Yes,” you gasp in desperation, “I want it so bad. I need you to fuck me, please. Please, I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be good for you.”

Your companion doesn’t respond for a moment and you think it’s because he just wants to torture you, but your thoughts quickly dissipate when you feel the tip of him run over your folds again before he thrusts inside of you and your head throws back as you let out a scream. He was so big, and you hadn’t been with anyone in so long that his girth is practically suffocated by your walls. Jungkook lets out a moan, his hands gripping your hips before he pulls out of you and slams into your cunt again and again, the headboard banging against the wall with every thrust. You suspected that Jungkook wasn’t human, that his stamina and frightening strength were unnatural for a human man, but no human man had ever made you feel the way he was now, so you welcomed him with open arms and legs and mouth.

His thrusts are powerful and merciless and you can feel his hands leaving bruises on your skin. You cry out at the welcomed pain and your wrists are sore from how long you’ve been tugging at them. It doesn’t take you long to feel the pressure begin to build and you’re squirming makes Jungkook grunt and grab onto your knees before he pushes them upward against your chest as far as he could with you being restrained.

Scooting in closer to you, he leans his weight against your legs and pounds into your entrance, both of your wetness mixing together in a lewd song. At this angle, he’s impossibly deep and with another cry, you cum against him, hard and without warning. Jungkook lets you ride out orgasm before he uses your fucked out body to get his release. When he pulls out of you, your legs fall back down roughly against the bed and he cums onto your breast and stomach, the liquid warming up your already heated skin.

You’re shaking so badly that you don’t realize that Jungkook is untying your ankles and wrist - pulling the t-shirt over your head as your spent body completely collapses against the bed. With a final kiss to your sweaty temple, Jungkook murmurs something illegible into your ear and you black out.

When you open your eyes again, you’re in your apartment bathed and dressed in a warm set of pajamas. The only proof of the night happening being your bruised body and the ache between your legs. On your nightstand, you see a note and you blush as you read the cursive writing.

Satisfied? - jk

You Spoke... We Listened

1DBB Round Six is coming! Signups will begin on October 1 (so that anyone who participated in our sister Challenge, the @1dreversebang, won’t have to double up on creating!) 

In the intervening weeks between now and when sign-ups begin, we will be posting updated rules, schedules, etc. But there was one major piece of feedback we received last round regarding the author-artist collaboration that we felt it prudent to address with a massive system overhaul, so we wanted to let you all know about this change first!

This 1DBB Challenge has been a growing (and changing) entity since its inception in the fall of 2012. Our hope has always been to remain true to the original Big Bang, Baby! structure and foster a true collaboration between two very mighty and talented arms of the fandom: the writers, and the artists. In pursuit of this goal, one thing we have tried to balance in each iteration is increasing the amount of time artists have to work on their portion of the collaboration while also reducing the risk of an author not being able to complete their submission or becoming inspired to take the fic in a different direction than originally intended… after an artist already committed to the original summary. 

After one round, we moved the author due dates up and extended the artist deadlines; after two rounds, we introduced the “final commitment” rule of submitting a summary with the rough draft, after which point penalties for author drop-outs got steeper (i.e., banned from participating in the round immediately following). In the last few rounds, we moved the artist sign-ups till later in the round, closer to the Claims post opening, so there was less of a lag between artists signing up and getting involved. 

These strategies worked… until they didn’t. 

Following feedback from participants (authors and artists alike) in Round Five, as well as introduction of new blood in the moderating team, we are implementing a new schedule: Rather than having artists join the party in the latter half of the Challenge and being forced into quick turn-around times, we will have artists claim fics significantly earlier in the timeline. Specifically, claims will occur immediately after the first author check-in (December) – enough time for authors to have a good idea of where their fic is heading, while giving authors and artists three and a half months to work together before final drafts are due.

What does this mean for authors?

For one, you will need to commit to a plot earlier… and if you plan to switch it up, you will need to talk your thoughts over with your artist. However, the good news is that you will have a collaborator much earlier in your journey! No more writing in a vacuum (as some have described it) for the majority of the process. One stipulation of this new set-up is that artists will need to be granted access to your working fic document fairly early in the writing process, whether through google docs, a filehosting site (box, dropbox, etc), or email. This way, you will be able to work closely on creating content together rather than artists coming in during the last month and illustrating your work (through traditional art, or fanmixes, or fanvids, or picspams, or whichever) post-hoc. 

What does this mean for artists?

Instead of having just a month (maaaybe six weeks) at the end of the writing period - more if given a later posting date and a draft extension - artists will have up to three and a half months to collaborate with the author on a joint final product. We want very much for artists to feel like the integral part of the process that they are, rather than a last-minute add-on. We hope that this new structure will allow both author and artist to conjointly create a unified final product, rather than unilaterally working on a two-part end product (i.e., artists begin given a final or near-final draft to create art from).

One final note:

Our schedule structure worked less well in Round Five than in any other previous round. We acknowledge that, and we’re sorry for it. The Round Six team has talked this new approach over multiple times, comparing it (both its potential highlights and pitfalls) with other possible solutions for several weeks now, and we have high hopes for its efficacy!

In light of adjusting our approach in response to feedback from Round Five, we offer up tabula rasa: anyone can participate under this new structure, even those previously banned from Round Six. If you feel like you would work well under this new type of structure, we encourage you to sign up. 

And on that note: we encourage EVERYONE to sign up. We see your reblog tags and the fact that some of you are intimidated by whether you’re “good enough” to write a Big Bang fic or create Big Bang art, and we want to assure you that you ARE good enough, and we would LOVE to have you!

Can I Be Her - Part 2

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.

Warnings: fluff, sad, happy ending

Word Count: 1,106

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

A/N: Don’t hate me… lol. 

Part 1 |Part 2 | (Alternate Ending Here!)

~Masterlist~


You didn’t know what to feel. You were numb all over. You got your answer, but it wasn’t what you had expected it to be. Tom choose Zendaya and that was final.

You and Tom lost what you thought was a never ending friendship. You lost touch over a years time. You completely isolated yourself. You didn’t want to let anyone in, afraid you’d feel that heart wrenching pain that Tom left you in. The only person that you could only let in was Harrison. At least he had the decency to mend your broken heart, while the rest of your friends encouraged Tom and Zendaya’s relationships, not bothering to check up on you to see if you were okay.

“You just going to stay there forever?” Harrison said at the edge of your bed.

“Until I die!” You voice was muffled under the comforter.

“Suit yourself” He rolled his eyes.

Harrison walked over to one side of the bed and yanked the blankets off you. He instantly covered his nose with the back of his hand looking down at your horrid state. “What died in here?!” He grimaced at the smell.

“My heart” You whined.

“You need to get over him Y/N. You can’t keep doing this to yourself!”.

You knew he had a point, but how could you get over the only person you loved.

“Come on then, lets get you in the shower”. 

Harrison picked you up like a baby and entered your connected bathroom. He told you to raise your arms to proceed taking off your shirt. “Turn around” He motioned. You slowly turned not caring if he was about to see you bare and naked. He felt him remove your bra slowly pushing in down your arms. Your bare back now facing him. “You can’t bottle this all up Y/N. You have to let me in at some point” He whispered in your ear. He continued taking your shorts and underwear off. He also removed his shirt and shorts leaving him in nothing but his boxers. 

He stepped in the tub sitting down before pulling you down on his lap. You sighed in relief at the feeling of the warm water. You nuzzled your head on top of Harrison shoulder.

“Thank you” You whispered closing your eyes.

“Your welcome darling” He kissed your hair.


You were finally able to pull yourself together with the help of Harrison. He was the only one who could bring back the old you. The only thing missing was to get his two best friends to make up. You still haven’t spoken to Tom, which Harrison kept trying to get you to contact him or just talk to him even if it was for a mere second.

“At least talk to him!”.

“Why? I have nothing to say to him!” You flailed your arms around.

“I can’t keep watching my two best friends fall apart over something so stupid!”.

You were taken back. That hurt way more than you thought. You stared at him in shock.

“You think my heart being broken is stupid…” You muttered.

“W-what no no no that’s not what I meant. Y/N your feelings are not stupid” He approached you quickly. He embraced you in his arms reassuring you.

“I just can’t face him right now Harrison. Please tell me you understand that”.

“I do. I get it okay. You just need time okay” He nodded.

“Yeah” You nodded as well.

“How about we go out to take your mind off this. You need it more than ever” He smiled at you.

“That sounds great actually” You breathed out.

Harrison took you around New York to your favorite pizza place, and your favorite park.

“It so peaceful” You breathed in the air watched all the people go beyond their days.

“It is isn’t it”.

“Harrison thank you for this” You turned to face him.

“It was nothing rea-”

“No not this. I mean thank you for being there for me. For getting me back to my feet” You smiled gratefully at him.

“I’d do anything for you” He shook his head.

“Come on now there’s still lots more to do” He held out his hand to which you took and stood up as well.

“Where are we going?” You laughed as he kept dragging your hand at a fast pace.

“Anywhere you want” He looked back at you smiling.

He continued guiding you out of the park passing New Yorkers who were in a rush. You both exited the gate proceeding to walk amongst the busy sidewalks. You were walking behind him as you past a magazine stand, when something caught your attention. “Harrison hold up” You tugged your arm back from his grip. He stopped too.

You approached the stand closer and picked up a magazine. On the front cover was Tom and Zendaya together, they truly looked happy together. Although that wasn’t enough to break your heart, it was the caption that was underneath their photo that did the trick.

Hollywood's young lovers Tom Holland and Zendaya soon to Mr and Mrs. Pg 9.

You stared at it with your mouth agape. You could feel a stream of tears about to emerge. 

“Y/N…” He spoke hesitantly.

“T-they’re…engaged?” You breathed out.

“I’m sorry Y/N”.

“Why didn’t he tell me?” You looked at him in disbelief.

“He was”.

“When!? Before or after their wedding?”.

“You have to let him go Y/N”.

“How do I do that!”.

“You find someone else”.

“Like who” You shook your head.

“Someone like me” He whispered.

“Harrison-”.

“No you just listen, okay? I love you Y/N L/N. You are the best thing I that has ever happened to me. And yes, I was somewhat hurt when you told me how you felt about Tom, but I love you. I can’t keep watching you tear yourself apart over someone who doesn’t deserve you. Tom doesn’t love you Y/N I do and I always have”. He finished with a sigh.

You stared at him in shock. How come you’ve never noticed it before. It was never Tom, it was Harrison all this time.

You took a step forward and cupped his cheeks pulling him down for a kiss. It was short but sweet.

“What would I do without you” You muttered. Your forehead touching his.

“I don’t know…but all I know is that were going to be okay. You’re going to be okay” He gave you one more tenderly kiss.


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With the close of Season 2 coming up, we wanted to open up a new blog for Attack on Titan polls! Since there hasn’t been a character popularity poll run since 2015 for the tumblr fandom, we thought this would be a good opportunity to bring one back. 

Has the anime changed your perspectives on certain characters? What about current events in the manga? We’d love to see how developments in both mediums have potentially changed which characters we love the most! 

Take the 2017 Tumblr Character Popularity Poll!

A few simple things:

  • To avoid repeat voting or fraudulent voting, we will not be using a typical poll format with multiple choice buttons. As the @snk-popularity-poll did when they ran the 2015 poll, we will also be taking votes by ask or submissions only. This way we can ensure no one is spamming the vote and everything is accounted for and honest.
  • Votes submitted via ask will remain confidential.
  • Votes submitted as submissions will be published - use this as an opportunity to gush about your faves if you so choose!
  • We would also like to remain anonymous so as to avoid perceptions of bias. This is a 100% neutral zone without any judgement or bias. We just want to see how you guys feel about the series, characters, and so on!  
  • You may submit up to 5 characters for this poll, but no more than that. If you do not want to submit up to 5, that is also okay. If you only want to vote for 1 character this is just fine! Each character can only get 1 vote per person.
  • If you accidentally send us a submission with more than 5 votes we will contact you to clarify which 5 you actually want to be accounted for.
  • All characters are eligible, even the ones that were around for all but 2 panels. 
  • The deadline for this poll will be July 15th. Once that date is reached we will no longer take submissions and will prepare in revealing the results of the poll. 
  • We will show the current results on a weekly basis every Saturday! For those who are curious about how a poll is unraveling, we will try and keep you guys in the loop as the poll is ongoing! Encourage your friends to vote too!
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Please submit your votes via ask or submission. Remember, everything will remain confidential. Thank you for your participation and please signal boost if you can! :D

Attention friends!

Hey guys! If you’re over 18, care about gay rights, and live in Australia, please please please make sure your enrolment details are up to date and VOTE YES in the postal plebiscite! It’s super important that you do as a no majority could very well be binding. Please also reblog this and encourage all your friends! You only have a fortnight to make sure your details are up to date!

EDIT: a no vote won’t be binding - I’d gotten my facts muddled - BUT it will provide years of ammunition for right wing conservatives so it’s still pretty important

To Sing

Hi hi there!!! Just wanted to write something fluffy and different to take a break from angst!! To the wonderful Nonny who sent this in, forgive me- I changed a couple of them to not all be in the shower… I started writing them in one sitting and this is what I saw, my apologies… 


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encourage your friends and partner(s) when they stim

stim with them, find new stims together

if they’ve been taught that they aren’t supposed to, help them find the courage to stim in public if they’re comfortable with it

be happy with them without belittling them or treating them like a child

talk about it with them, ask them their favorites!

help normalize stimming please. Those who need to stim are taught at a young age that stimming is shameful, but it’s not. Stimming is great! Stimming is beautiful! Stimming is a way of self expression and self soothing!

Support your friends you guys!! Admire their artwork, listen to their music, watch their videos, read their writing. Tell people about their business, buy their work. Give them feedback, look for the bits of their personality in the things they create. Just make that effort to show that you’re proud and you’re eager to see more. It makes all the difference in the world.

As we all head into the next couple years with the Stormblood release, let’s try to do better. Let’s be nicer to each other, let’s try and actively encourage each other to keep in doing what we’re doing. I’m talking to you, FFXIV fandom. In light of all the negative things, the discourse, the fallouts and the arguments, let’s just chill out and try to have a good time. Try and be kind. I’m working on it, too, I promise.

I’ve noticed a few people here and there mentioning our fandom isn’t all that welcoming these days, and that makes me a little sad. My previous fandom was never good at it either. We shouldn’t be making people feel like they have to be godly at what they do, be it writing, editing, art, or literally /whatever/. Just being a positive part of the community should be enough.

So, work with me here, and encourage your friends, your followers, your mutuals, and whoever you might come across. Tell them they’re doing a good job, that you care. You never know who might need to see that message.

A little bit of positivity goes a long way.