especially people i care about

I feel I’m not spending nearly enough time connecting with people I care about (especially close friends who I love and definitely want to spend more time with because I miss you all), and part of it is because I’m a lot busier now than I used to be, and am struggling to keep up with pretty much everything I should be doing, but I also get easily overwhelmed by interacting with people, unless it’s a very casual kind of conversation I can jump into and jump out of randomly, because that tends to make me feel less awkward, and is also how I approach most things I do anyway and reflects my online activity. I do enjoy sitting down and having proper, in-depth conversations too, especially with the people I’m closest to, but they’re not something I can do too often because I need a long recharge period.

Anyway what I’m saying is I’m sorry for how often I go out of touch with people and I really want to change that, I just need to figure out a way that works for me and my extreme social awkwardness.

The Fic Writer’s Beatitudes

Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.

Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts.
Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done.
Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work.
Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted.
Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy.
Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive.
Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes.
Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight.
Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.

Heart Of Gold

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (Female)

(Requested by Anonymous) Summary: Reader comforting Peter with reassuring and loving words after being bullied by Flash Thompson.

Written By: @spiderlingy / Krystal W.

Warnings: Angst & fluff.

Word Count: 1.9K+

PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE OR CLAIM THIS STORY AS YOUR OWN. REBLOGS ARE ALLOWED. REQUESTS ARE STILL OPENED.

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    You calmly strutted through the laughter-filled halls of Midtown High School with your textbooks clutched against your chest, sparing a genuine smile to the students who waved in your direction. According to the teachers and students throughout Midtown High School, you were considered to be an intelligent and well-respected student. You had grades above an A in every class and did not mind tutoring another student. You were also well-known throughout the school due to your spot on the school’s swimming team. Being properly raised by your parents, you’d grown to be very lady-like, calm, generous, and warmhearted. You enjoyed brightening up a person’s day and helping a person in need. Doing kind gestures would make your heart flutter in happiness and satisfaction. You cared so much about helping others that sometimes you would even forget to help yourself.

    Shortly, you arrived at your locker and dialed the combination of the lock. Unlocking it, the first thing you saw was an old photo taped on the locker door—you smiled at the sight of it. The photo was of you and your best friend, Peter Parker. Your head rested on his shoulder, smiles displayed on the both of your features. The memorable photo was taken a few years ago. When his parents died, Aunt May and Uncle Ben had became his surrogate parents and took him in. When you found out about his parents’ death, you refused to leave his side. You two had been inseparable ever since. Even through the toughest times, Peter was always there for you as you were always there for him. It’s you and Peter against the world—together, you were invincible

      Most of the times, when you were over at Peter’s house, you two would just do homework, have deep conversations, or watch movies and cuddle next to each other wrapped in blankets. Aunt May would walk in to catch you two sleeping the night away together—cherishing the adorable sight by sneaking a quick picture. Aunt May and Uncle Ben were convinced that you and Peter were destined to be best friends, or even more, since the very start when you two had met in elementary school.

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i really hate those posts that go “its so creepy seeing 18-20 year old girls dating men in their 40s like why cant they get a girl their own age.” because these are adult women who are able to make their own decisions, if they want to date someone 20 years older, let them? have you ever thought that maybe these 20 year olds are attracted to people older than them? it just really makes me angry when people see a younger girl (thats at least 18) with someone much older than her and they automatically assume that the guy is some evil manipulative pedophile that’s only attracted to her because she’s young. its shocking, but some girls are actually interested in people older than them!! its almost like… maybe they…. are the ones that go after older men sometimes?? wow… crazy…. anyways let legal adults do what they want with each other as long as they both consent

Some things to remember about the scene where Eren defends Mikasa: 

1- Eren was aware of how delicate his situation was and kept quiet no matter how bad the things that were thrown at him (“monster” “it’s better to kill him” “experiment on him and then dispose of him”), but it was impossible for him to keep silent seeing them throwing accusations at Mikasa. 

2- Eren’s language when he screams “NO!” was very informal, which counts as something very disrespectful and unfavorable coming from someone in his situation, throughout the entire court Eren kept a formal speech until they brought up Mikasa and persisted enough for him to lose it and not care anymore (when he calms down after that he rectifies by using a more respectful term, but point still stands) 

3- Eren sure had things to say to the people present there from the start, but it wasn’t until they brought up Mikasa into it that he couldn’t hold it any longer and decided to let them hear what he had to say which resulted in him getting his ass kicked by captain smurf

4- “I may be a monster”,  he says this not caring about the dangerous consequences it entails, just as long as it keeps Mikasa off the hook 

5- I mean

BOI ! 

Daryl x Reader - I love you (One shot)

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3. “Not because I hate you, but because I love you.”

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Prompt taken from  hyenaswritings ‘s list

English is not my first language so, sorry for eventual grammatical errors.

Set on season 2

Warning: fluff, sexual situation, a little bit of angst (just a little, the rest is all love for Daryl ♥

It was supposed to be a drabble but I wrote a oneshot 

Plot: Daryl is upset because he can’t find Sophia and for this reason he distance himself from everybody, even from (Y/n).

It’s been three days since we arrived at the Greene’s farm.

Even if we have to camp outside, in the RV, it’s good to finally stay in a safe place.

However, if our situation got better, something change.

First of all, Sophia got separated from us while we were running away from a horde of walkers.

Everyday all of us went outside, in the forest, looking for her, but without success.

Her disappearance didn’t affect just Carol, but Daryl too.

Me and Daryl were close, he and his brother saved me from a walker at the beginning of the apocalypse, then we grow close when the group left Merle on a roof during a ran. However, after Sophia’s disappearance, he started to change. Every time he came back from the forest, he was angry, he talked back at all of us, including me, and that hurts so much.

Today was no different. I saw Daryl walking to the stable, so I decide to go after him.

“Hey stranger! Where are you going?”
Daryl doesn’t stop and keep walking: “I take an horse and go outside, lookin’ for the little girl”

He sounds annoyed, but I keep talking to him anyway: “Can I come with you? I’m pretty good at riding”

Daryl stops and turns around at me: “Listen, just leave me alone, all of you must leave me alone! Just because I saved your life and open myself to you after what happened to my brother, doesn’t mean that I care about you or that your special. AND NOW LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE”.

I couldn’t believe it.

It’s true thathe just broke my heart, I deeply care about him, but that was enough to make me angry: “You know what? You aren’t the only one that is suffering. Carol is suffering, everybody are suffering because all of us love Sophia! Don’t you think that I suffer just at the thought that she’s alone and scared out there? Just because you’re upset, it doesn’t mean you have to treat everyone like shit! Especially people who deeply care about you:”

I turn around before he could see my tears, and run toward the farm.

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Today I help Maggie and Patricia with the dishes, both of them could see that I was upset, but I didn’t want to talk about that. I just wash the dishes in silence.

I keep thinking about Daryl and the things he said to me.

Of course I didn’t think that he could feel something for me, but I couldn’t believe that I was nothing to him.

Suddenly there was commotion outside, so I run toward the RV.

“What’s happening?”

Shane and Rick were arguing with Andrea.

Rick turns to me: “There’s a walker there, Andrea wants to shoot him but the shot could draw walkers here”.

In the distance I could see a silhouette, it was stumbling toward us.

Without thinking I take my knife and start running in its direction.

As I get closer to it, that silhouette became clear…it was Daryl!
All of sudden I hear a shot and Daryl fall to the ground.
“No!” I start crying and when I finally reach him I check  where the wound is.

In that moment Rick, Shane and Andrea reach us.

I listen Andrea gasps: “oh god, I thought it was a walker”

Anger rise up in my body, I stand up and grab here by her shoulders:

“ How could you!? Didn’t they tell you not shoot?!” I scream while pointing at Rick and Shane who take Daryl up.

“(Y/n) calm down, it’s just a scrape, we take him to Hershel so he can check him up”. 
Of course Shane would back-up Andrea.

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I stay with Daryl in his room, he didn’t wake up yet.

I skipped dinner, I was too worried.

Hershel said that the bullet just scrape him, the main problem was the dehydration and the wound on his leg.

Apparently, he fell from the horse.

Suddenly he starts to move and moan: “Where am I?”

I was so happy that without thinking I stood up from the chair and hugged him, forgetting about his state:
“Oh god, you’re okay! I thought I lost you”.

He was confused but put an arm around me: “What happened?”
I tell him about Andrea, and how lucky he was that she hasn’t a good aim, he laughed at that.

Then I decided to leave him to rest, so I got up and start heading to the door when I feel a grip on my wrist:
“Please stay….I need you..I didn’t mean what I told you earlier today”.

I was taken aback; I smiled at him and lay down beside him: “ That’s fine, but I’m still angry at you”.

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After two days Daryl was ready to go back to his tent, again he distance himself from us, and , after what he told me when he was recovering I decide to confront him.

It was dinner time so I took a dish for him.

Once I arrive to his tent I give him the food and sit with him.

There was silence, and I couldn’t take it anymore: “Ok, what do you want from me?”
He look up from the plate with wided eyes: “ what do you mean?”

I continue: “Before we were so close, we talk about anything, then you tell me that you don’t care about me, that I’m not special and brake my heart, and a few hours later you beg me to stay with you because you need me. WHAT DO YOU WANT DARYL DIXON?”

Tears start to fall from my eyes: “why do you play with my feelings? Why do you hate me so much”

I stand up, ready to leave him alone, but suddenly he stand up too, and walk toward me: “Damn! It’s not because I hate you, but because I love you”.

I look at him with a surprised look on my face.

He loves me?

“What?”
“I love you ok? I was scared because there is a chance to lose you, and I didn’t want to suffer. But when I was out there, and I was delirious, the only thing I could think was you, I made it to the farm because of you, you gave me the strength to fight because I wanted to see you again and tell you what I really feel”.

After that he starts to lean down, I stood on my tip and we crush our lips together.

This kiss was full of love and care.

After a while we parted: “I will never hurt you again (Y/n).”
He lean down to kiss me again, the kiss became more passionate, his tongue parts my lips and make love with my tongue.

We went into his tent and started to take off our clothes. That was the best night of my life.

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I wake up to the sound of birds chirping.

I was slump on Daryl’s chest, memory from the previous night come back at me, and I can’t help but smile.

Suddenly I feel kisses on my head: “Good morning (Y/n)”
I smile and kiss his chest: “Good morning babe”

He squeeze me with his arms and say: “You wore me out yesterday”
I giggle: “Told you I was good at riding”

He laughed and kisses my head.

Finally I was happy in the arms of my beloved redneck.

Reminder that I love y’all with all my heart

this is your friendly reminder that my blog isn’t just about steven universe, my blog is a multifandom blog, as well as a place where i can post about anything that interests me, and that includes typically “cringey” interests that i have, like undertale, MLP, and sonic the hedgehog

I love the simultaneous “HUDDLE UP.”

Player: Auston Matthews - Maple Leafs 

Prompt: You and Auston fight after the leafs are eliminated from the playoffs.

Mentions: Mitch Marner, Morgan Rielly Matt Martin 

Warnings: Anxiety & Slight Cursing. 

Preview: The last thing you remember was crying into Mo’s shoulder when suddenly your chest felt heavy and you blacked out. The next thing you knew you were awoken by bright hospital lights.  

Characters: 733 Words.

 Part One & Part Two

Originally posted by laurastacey

I’m fine! Can I just be discharged already?” You were pulling on your jacket and trying to get the monitors off your chest, against Morgan’s wishes.

Will you stop being so stubborn Y/N? The doctor wanted to check on you again! Morgan said pushing you back onto the bed. You huffed and leaned back on the bed crossing your arms against your chest.

The last thing you remember was crying into Mo’s shoulder when suddenly your chest felt heavy and you blacked out. The next thing you knew you were awoken by bright hospital lights.

“I am sorry to put you through all this, especially on a night like tonight Mo.” You sighed and looked down. You hated feeling like a burden to anyone, especially people you cared about.

“Y/N, I don’t care what kind of night it is, no matter what happened, family comes first.” Morgan began to rub your back.

 “Thank you Mo, I just wish Auston felt the same way.” You stated looking down feeling the tears already in your eyes. Morgan pulled you into a hug.

 “He will learn Y/N.”

You sighed as suddenly the door to your room was flung open. You were met with an obviously disheveled Auston. He was out of breath and his eyes were red dimmed as if he had been crying.

He ran and threw himself at you, quickly wrapping you in his arms. You wanted to badly to be cold to him after everything he out you through tonight but you couldn’t help but melt into his arms. Morgan excused himself and you watched as he walked out into the hall with a concerned Mitch and Matt.

 “My god Y/N, I am so sorry! I was the selfish one. I didn’t see what I had right in front of me. I let my dreams come before you. You are always my number one supporter and I took it for granted. I took out my anger on you when I could have just turned to you for support. I am such an idiot.” He looked at you, tears flowing down his puffy cheeks.

 Your heart ached for him, even after tonight he was still Auston and even though you wanted so badly to stay mad at him, you just couldn’t. You had a soft spot for him and you just could not deny it.

 You just smiled slightly at him, you could feel the hot tears running down your own cheeks. “You better not let Ema hear you say that I am your number one supporter, she might kick your ass.”

 “If she hears about what happened tonight, she just might. She loves you, you know.” Auston smiled wiping away your tears.

 “Well maybe we just don’t tell her?” You shrugged slightly giggling.

 The door swung open again. “Too Late!” Ema exclaimed walking in and giving you a hug. Your hug was followed by a whack to the back of Auston’s head. “What’s wrong with you!!?”

 “I’m not really sure Mom” Auston replied rubbing the back of his head as you giggled. “How did you find out?”

 Ema went to respond until Mitch stuck his head into the room, “That would be my fault, I might have called everyone on the way here…”

Your room was suddenly filled with Maple Leaf Players.

 You looked at them all, shocked to see everyone mostly in sweats and pajamas. “Mitch, I’m fine you didn’t have to call everyone on the roster!”

 “Well Auston didn’t say anything but Y/N is in the hospital lets go” Mitch responded doing his best Matthews impression.

 “Well I am fine, thank you all for coming, sorry to wake you all up.”

You were answered with a bunch of It’s Fine and as long as your okays.

 “Midnight Pizzas at Our Place? Auston’s Treat?” You asked everyone.

 This was met with a bunch of cheers and everyone shuffled out of your room. You looked at Auston.

 “I love you Y/N. Don’t ever doubt that, even when you promise my whole team pizza on my dime” He laughed, running his fingers through your hair.

 “It’s the least you can do babe, now can you get me out of here so we can go home and feed a hockey team?”

I’m so sorry for stirring things up and causing arguments and negativity. I hope everyone is doing okay. I’m gonna step away for a bit and not reblog anything except art and fics but if anyone wants to talk one on one I’d be happy to.

All right, so I’m going to give all the people who don’t have cars, or who don’t have a license some life advice for a second.

About a month ago, I received mail from a company saying I used a tunnel to get to Portsmouth Virginia. Now, if you know me, you sure as hell know that I don’t go anywhere. Sure as hell no Portsmouth Virginia.

Not even when I went to visit Dustin (not to mention, when I had used a tunnel to get to him, it was a no toll tunnel. Also, the date was at the wrong time for that to be the cause) had I went to Portsmouth.

Now, the mail said I had owed 5$ for the use of a tunnel I never even went in. No picture came with it of my car license plate, nothing. Just my license plate number (and tbh, I don’t even know why I didn’t go compare it to my license plate to make sure they hadn’t gotten the wrong person but hindsight and being new to the whole shit will do that to you) and the warning that if I did not pay, I would be charged even more.

I call them up, ask the desk lady what was going on and she said I was in the books for it despite every denial I had to the use of the tunnel. So, me being me, I stop caring and fork over the 5$.

My dad came downstairs not long after and after I told him, he told me to call back and ask them to send me a picture of the care that they say they caught my car on, since they never sent me one in the first place.

I call back - I felt bad for the lady, but not bad enough not to ask- and that was that.

Fast forward to today? Still no picture to be seen in the mail.

As far as I know, the 5$ either made it so they would stop bothering me about it, the lady never gave enough shits about sending my photo, or it was all a fucking ruse.

Tl;dr, always back check everything. You won’t even think about it, but you really need to double check for this kind of shenanigans.

Compare your license plate, ask for a photo before payment- fucking hold them at arms length before you even get near your credit/debit card to pay out of fear for being double charged. 5$ isn’t a lot, but it was obviously stolen from me now that I look back at it, and that’s stupid as shit.

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It had been a long time since Marinette had woken to the smell of someone else making coffee for her on a weekday, and shifting under the sheets Nino put out for her, she wondered how long she could enjoy the morning before the nightmare circus of her day began.

“You up?” Nino asked, glancing up over the rim of his laptop as Marinette stirred.

“Mmhmm,” Marinette muttered, scratching the back of her head as she sat up, fumbling around for her jeans. “You heading to work?”

“Don’t have a shoot until noon, but…” Nino trailed off, squinting at his laptop screen. “Something’s happening…”

“Something’s always happening,” Marinette said, glancing down at her phone to see a flurry of texts from Sylvia and Ellie. “…you mean with Gabriel?”

Gabriel to Make Announcement Today at Nine,” Nino said, reading the headline of an article as Marinette tugged her pants on underneath the blankets. “Fashion House Expected to Announce Permanent Successor to the late M. Agreste. That was posted an hour ago, so we got another half before they announce it.

“No doubt Marcel is a shoe in for the job,” Marinette sighed, wobbling to her feet with a small scowl. “Ugh, I only had two beers last night; why am I hungover?”

“I thought Marcie was the head of the house?” Nino said as Marinette padded into the kitchen.

“I think he was interim CEO,” Marinette said, pouring herself a cup of coffee and dumping half the sugar dish into it. “The head of a Parisian fashion house has to be more than just a businessperson; they’re responsible for the entire aesthetic of the company, from high fashion to accessories.”

“They’re really gonna put a guy who thinks pocket squares are some kind of phone game in charge a company that’s supposed to set the standard for men’s fashion?” Nino said, leaning back in his chair. “I mean, I know he has the board in a sleeper hold now that Adrien’s gone, but that’s tantamount to fashion suicide, doesn’t it?”

“I would think so,” Marinette said, leaning against the counter and taking a thoughtful sip of her coffee. “The one satisfaction I take from all this is that Gabriel will be a flaming wreck of a fashion house shortly after Coccinelle goes under.”

“You don’t know that it’s going under,” Nino said.

“Says the man who hasn’t seen our sales reports,” Marinette said.

“Maybe Adrien and Alya’s insanity turned up something?” Nino said, standing up and heading over to the fridge.

“I’m not betting on it,” Marinette sighed, glancing at her phone. “Alya call?”

“Nope,” Nino said, tugging out a basket of berries and a carton of milk. “I shot her a text at ten or so, but she probably went to bed already. Long day and all.”

“I bet,” Marinette said, thumb hovering over Adrien’s contact for a long moment before closing her phone. “And Adrien? Are you still mad at him?”

“Disappointed, more like, but I’ll get to him in due time,” Nino said, snapping a banana in half and tossing it in the top of the blender. “Are you?”

“I…don’t know,” Marinette sighed, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “Should I be? Do I even have the right to be mad at someone for trying to save my business?”

“You do if it makes you feel like you got run over,” Nino said, tipping the milk and berries into the blender. “I get how you might feel like someone went and made decisions on your behalf without consulting you first.”

“Whether I feel like that or not, that’s kinda what happened, isn’t it?” Marinette chuckled, picking at a loose thread in her shirt. “I don’t know…I don’t like feeling this powerless; especially when it’s people I care about that make me feel that way.”

Nino offered a sympathetic nod, filling a glass full of berry smoothie and passing it to Marinette as they both glanced at the clock. Ten minutes was all that separated them from whatever announcement the staff at Gabriel were planning, and Marinette doubted there was a person in Paris more worried about it than she was.

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