every time this happens it literally makes my day

tfc characters as things my teachers have done

dan: making a kid who forgot to do his homework run a lap inside the school

kevin: pouring alcohol into a cup of coffee in front of the entire class

andrew: calling a student “little fucker”, attempting to banish him (didn’t work)

matt: handing out candy every single week for a year

aaron: allowing all students to skip class because we were being annoying

allison: having an outfit so color coordinated that even her name matches

nicky: watching les intouchables literally 5 times in one year. that’s about 20 lessons dedicated to watching the same movie.

renee: compulsory cake day once a week, where one student brings cake for the rest and everyone has cake

neil: turning up 10 minutes late for every lesson for 3 years straight

jeremy: making every ‘o’ a smiley

jean: speaking another language for 3 weeks without the students knowing that they also speak the students’ native language

riko: resembling a rat

The Houses as Teachers I've Had
  • I'm sorry that this is the most steriotypical thing you'll ever read.
  • Ravenclaw: 1. My english lit professor, who always got really excited and would go off on tangents for discussions, leading us all to an existential crisis at least once a week. Likes to pretend he's scary and aggressive when really he's a small walnut who really likes books. Randomly cut me off in a conversation because he decided to teach me how to 'punch men'. Likes to write books where he is always a main character because 'it's easier than actually going outside myself and trying these things out'. Literally trips over everything. 2. Another professor who was literally the king of oversharing and then would say things that were hysterical but would offend people who weren't understanding their irony. When people's logic didn't make sense, he'd keep following it until he twisted it to a humorous outcome. Also gave us all existential crises. Lectured about the correct way to live your life and when I asked what it was he went "hell if I know, I'm only making it up as I go along and hoping that when I die, God doesn't saute me".
  • Slytherin: 1. My high school English teacher. Loved me, hated everyone else, failed people who were shitty in general, favoritism like no other, liked to make people debate things out but didn't have a personal point to prove. Let things slide if she liked you, very sarcastic. If you said something stupid, she would threaten to shove her stiletto heel in your eye socket. Said she only cried once in her life, and it was when she was in college and her Shakespearean Verse teacher had a thick Jamaican accent, and she never knew what was happening. 2. My Spanish teacher from Mexico who was literally so chill all the time, and only disliked like 2 people who were always antagonizing him (he failed them and passed everyone else). Would say and do everything really dramatically and said ZORRO at least once per class. Complained about the price of bananas. Gave up in the last month and just made us watch Jimmy Fallon videos every day because 'Jimmy Fallon is the man'.
  • Gryffindor: 1. Skateboarded into my freshman comp. course every day, forgot to wear pants under dresses that were see-through, would make us read vague philosophical essays that she then used to advance her own personal agendas. Rarely ever taught, mostly just went on tumblr while everyone looked around frantically. Tried to convince us to raise our children genderless by giving them a name like 'turnip' and never telling anyone their sex. 2. History-enthused teacher who used modern analogies to explain american history. Was the most petty man ever, it was perfect. When 'sporty' guys in the class would refuse to participate, he would pull out a small basketball and his wastebasket, and every time they got a question correct on the verbal review, he would let them shoot. Sweet guy in general, would walk people to the nurse, authoritative and honestly ugh I love him he is my son.
  • Hufflepuff: 1. Math teacher who ever Friday brought in some kind of baked good or candy, had little songs she'd dance around the classroom singing, chubby and sweet little woman, really liked Bon Jovi. 2. An advisor I met with once only because I wanted to drop a class that I was failing who sat me down for four hours. She started crying about 6 times, read me a whole bunch of motivational quotes, kept reading excerpts of the bible, and randomly having us pray together
Our Story- Auston Matthews (By Anon)

Originally posted by calgaryinferno

Alright y’all so I had this story submitted to me and it’s adorable and so I’m posting this anon (because they prefer it that way) so you guys should be getting FOUR updates today! (I’m counting this as one!) Without further ado…. Surprise Auston Matthews!

Warning: steamy (no descriptions promise), a couple of cusses

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As we were driving there, I admitted to being nervous about what the ACC would look like, where we would sit, and if I would even enjoy the game. Nonetheless, I was happy to be there and held on to the fact that it meant a lot to my dad, which meant a lot to me.

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Romantic Frenemies | Lee Jihoon/Woozi | Requested

Pairing: Jihoon X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,065

A/N: First off, idk what this title even is lol. I’m not good with titles. Anyway, here’s this late ass request. ~Jasmine

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kelliiee22  asked:

Growing up is more that we use mainly a dominant function or are we using different functions before are type takes hold? Should we consider how we were at a young age when trying to determine our type? Thanks

You can. Sometimes children manifest so much a strong dominant function that others, particularly attentive parents, notice that function (or, if it’s introverted, the extroverted counterpart to it). A parent might, for example, notice that their child is highly emotional and easily hurt by other children’s callous remarks or cruelties in the environment but unable to articulate their feelings (Fi-dom) in a way that their just as emotional but more verbal sibling (Fe-dom) cannot.

Likewise, a strong Te child might organize their peers, be blunt and assertive in correcting or supplying facts, but be rather private in their feelings, whereas a Ti child might have a strong desire to take something apart to know how it works, while being prone to occasional inferior-Fe outbursts or tantrums.

In determining your type, if you cannot consult a parent or sibling’s opinion (it’s important to understand that individual perception colors everyone’s views of you) it’s good to think about HOW you do things and WHY, rather than behavior. And it’s ESSENTIAL to understand and acknowledge the enormous weaknesses of inferior functions – as an earlier post said, not to laugh it off as “ha, that’s cute” or to deny it exists, but to factor that into your self-assessment. What do you absolutely suck at, and does it correlate to a function?

I sometimes doubt that I’m Ne (because I’m not particularly a “get out there and try everything!” personality), until I’m honest with myself and admit that in addition to thinking wildly outside the box every minute of every day, details, and ESPECIALLY remembering things as they happened rather than a broad, vague generalization, is difficult for me. I literally can read a fact and have it float out of my head five minutes later. I didn’t realize until lately my tendency to quadruple-check to make sure I did everything at work, as to what days my appointments are on, deadline dates, etc., is tied to my unconscious fear of “missing” an important detail, or showing up somewhere on the wrong day or at the wrong time.

Something else I’ve noticed is my neurotic tendency under intense stress, when working on a project, to fiddle incessantly with the FORMAT of whatever I’m working on, as if somehow finding the right typeset will offset my anxiety. Now, whether that’s tied to my mild OCD is up for debate, but it strikes me as a low Si thing to do – trying to fix the outer environment to fit my inner-aesthetics.

As to the first part of your question, there’s a theory out there that children “try on” different functions before finding the one that they feel most comfortable with, but I haven’t read much to substantiate the theory.

So yes, consider how you were as a kid if you wish – but if you’re doing that, either ask someone whose memory and opinion you trust for tendencies, or think about how you THOUGHT as a child. Remember, it’s about brain process, not behavior.

- ENFP Mod

on good days, juno steel wears make-up

  • rita knows of every single sale happening, literally every single one
  • she brings juno along sometimes, it cheers him up
  • “no this isn’t the ‘im going to kill someone’ shade of red its more of a ‘im going to have a really good time’ shade of red”
  • “you know what i always say, mistah steel, you can never have too much glitter!”
  • “i know this concealer is good but can it conceal all my feelings"
  • bonus: rita is a moisturizer girl

once upon a time, someone tagged this as “inspiration.” I have thought about it 27 times a day every day since it happened, for some reason. maybe because nobody tags my art with inspiration? I dunno. But it inspired me to make it pretty in photoshop at midnight, when I should have been sleeping. now its my main blog’s icon.

Please don’t tag as kin/me - Please don’t repost to other websites - Please don’t remove caption ✮

My GIsHWheS Proposal

Alex and I have been together for four years. She is the literal best thing that’s ever happened to me. So about six months ago, I started thinking it was time to propose.

We are both artists, and frequently collaborate to make pieces together. We’re constantly covered in paint and grease and sawdust and ink. We do the craziest, most ridiculous things together, and she makes me laugh like a maniac every day.

So I began thinking, what is messy and crazy and silly and amazing, just like us? Gish.

I cleared it with my team (gishfreewill) ahead of time, and set to work. When the day came and the list was posted, I added a fake item that said “Make art, not war.” As soon as Alex saw it, she actually suggested exactly what I had in mind: a water balloon paint fight.

So we waited until the last day, and Alex invited all of her nieces and nephews over for the battle. We set up four cameras and filled 500 water balloons.

When we ran out of ammunition, I told her there was one last shot I wanted to get. I pulled her up to the camera and asked her to marry me.

She said yes.

I truly believe that Gish has brought me out of my shell in the best of ways. It gave me the confidence to overcome my crazy crippling awkwardness and pull this off.

Will post the epic battle/proposal video later. When we’ve recovered.

Realistic

Rating:18+

Words:3519

Pairing: StilesXReader

Y/N/N- your nickname (Idk if that is what people use but i just put that there incase anyone get confused)

A/N: So I have been kind of thinking bout this for a while and this is my first fic so please try to be nice. I love dirty talking Stiles just as much as the next reader and I understand that the real way Stiles loses his v card was in Eichen house, but I kind if wanted to do a more funny, realistic version of Stiles and the reader’s first time so like Stiles obviously isn’y gonna talk dirty the first time he has sex. I am going to start taking requests now. A massive thanks to @dumbass-stilinski and @writing-obrien for looking and editing a lot of this. Sorry for being a pain and I really appreciate it. I also want to write more fics but I have no idea what to write about so requests would be great. I already have begun a mini series. Okay, sorry for the long note I’m done now, Enjoy.

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As soon as I became part of the pack, even before that, when Scott introduced me to Stiles in freshman year, there was a connection. We literally had eye sex for a solid 15 seconds before I heard his quiet, gravelly voice.

“Hi. Y/N, right?”

“Yeah aha, nice to meet you, Stiles.” I put my hand out for a handshake in an attempt to be polite. He returned the favour by grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips, which sent a confusing shiver through me as he quickly pulled away.

“I am so sorry, I don’t know why I did that. Uhh anyway, Scott has been saying nothing but good things about you. I even looked on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and-wow what a disaster, this is the worst first impression I have ever made in my life. I’m gonna go before I make a fool of myself. I’ll see you at lacrosse practice Scott. It was really nice to meet you, Y/N.”  

Just as Stiles disappeared from the hallway, Scott said, “Wow, I have never seen Stiles so nervous and awkward. I mean, Stiles is socially awkward but that was a whole new level.”

“No that wasn’t even bad, I made it so awkward when I just stared at him for like a thousand hours without saying hello.”

“Y/N it’s fine. It’s not the last time you are going to talk to him. And when you hang out with him, it will be with the pack, which I will introduce you too at lacrosse practice. See you then?”

I nodded. When I thought I heard the last of Scott, he quickly turned around and whispered. “Oh and by the way, I was with Stiles when he was on your Facebook and trust me, he was really impressed with what he saw.”

That was two years ago; and I am still waiting for my two year crush, Stiles Stilinski to make a move. I always knew from the moment he placed his lips on my hand, we had a connection, and more than just a friendly one. We always hang out, but it’s never just us two. It can’t be because I literally have no social skills, especially with the opposite gender. I mean, Stiles is awkward with few social skills, but I was way worse. I can’t even focus when he is within five steps of me, he intimidates me, but it’s because he has no idea. Everyone in the pack knew how we felt about each other that even chemosignals weren’t obvious enough. There just was and is no time to do anything because we are always so busy keeping Beacon Hills safe.

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I woke up on Monday and looked at the time, oh shit! I woke up at 7:30 am and a) not only did I sleep through my alarm, but my bus was coming at 7:45. I fell out of bed, ran downstairs, ate some cereal, brushed my teeth, grabbed my backpack and dashed out of the house to the bus stop.

I sprinted around the corner and saw the bus driving away from my stop. I finally stopped running and took a second, putting my hands on my head, breathing in and screaming. This has only happened to me nearly every day this term, and it’s only first term. The only way I can get to school is to walk.

I walked surprisingly quickly to make up time, as it takes forever to get to school this way.

“Miss the bus again Y/N/N?”

I turn around to see a blue jeep. Roscoe. Shit, it was Stiles stopping to talk, to me? ‘Okay just act cool.’ I said in my head.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” After I said that, I mentally face palm myself. Obviously he is literally seeing me walk to school instead of catching the bus.

“And I see you are going for the pyjama look today,” I was puzzled and confused with what he said when suddenly, I look down and my cheeks turned instantly red. I was getting ready so quickly, I forgot to put on clothes. I felt my insides fill up with embarrassment and humiliation. “If you want, I can drive you back home so you can change your clothes and then drive you to school.” I felt the insides of my stomach fill with butterflies. “I mean that’s only if you want to like not like you’re my girlfriend or anything and like I’m not your boyfrie-”

“Uh yeah, Stiles, thanks, that would be very helpful.” I ran to the car, maybe too fast, and Stiles did a u-turn to go back to my house.

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The car ride was silent, a little uncomfortably so, until Stiles broke it. “Do you want me to turn up the radio?” His voice was a little shaky.

“Yeah sure.” I reply really quickly, making myself cringe.

For the first 30 seconds, it was just talking but then, one of my favourite songs came on: Baby got back by Sir-Mix-A-Lot.

Oh my god Becky, look at her butt

“It is so big!” I yelled but quickly stopped singing as I forgot where I was: In Roscoe, STILES’ JEEP!

“Why did you stop singing?” He chuckled and shot me a smirk.

“Because it’s so embarrassing I know all the words to this song.”

“Please don’t stop singing, I have to hear this now.” He winked at me and every muscle in my body, no matter how tiny, tensed in an effort not to show how much of an effect that wink had on me.

“Okay, if you say so.” A surge of confidence that I had never felt before rushed through me as I not only picked the lyrics back up, but I also turned the music up louder so I could get into the zone. I was either impressing him or just making a complete fool out of myself.

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We finally arrived at my house, I opened the door and we walked inside. He was much closer to me than usual. Before I even thought about it, I moved away, feeling uncomfortable.

“Sorry Y/N/N, didn’t mean to do that.”

“No Stiles, don’t be silly, you know me, awkward.”

He chuckled and smiled. “You are so cute like that.”

I flushed a bright pink once again, and so did he. Did he just say I am cute?

I quickly try and brush it off. “Um sorry to be a real pain, but I didn’t get to have a shower, is it okay if I do that?”

“Yeah sure no problem Y/N/N.”

“Cool, well I won’t be long, make yourself at home.”

I quickly ran upstairs to the bathroom.

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I didn’t think I had ever had such a quick shower in my life. Stiles Stilinski was at my house. I mean, he had been to my house before, but that was with the pack. I had only been with him when the pack was there, THE PACK WAS NOT THERE, IT WAS JUST ME BY MYSELF WITH MY CRUSH OF TWO YEARS! I wanted to be quick because I was missing out on time with him and secondly, I felt bad for making him wait. I dried myself and wrapped my hair up in my towel, leaving my body naked.

I turned to look in my wardrobe and yelled “Stiles!” to see where he was.

“I’m right here.” He quietly said, and I turned around to see him, creepily sitting on my bed, staring at me, naked, in the nude, WITH NO FUCKING CLOTHES ON! I screamed and quickly grabbed the towel from my head around my bare body.

“Oh my god Y/N I am so sorry I had no idea -”

“No Stiles, it’s fine. I’m stupid I shouldn’t have been walking around the house naked when I knew you were here. My bad, sorry.”

“Why do you always do that?”

“Do what Stiles?”

He proceeded to walk closer to me, barely an inch separating our faces. “Apologise for being yourself. You did it just then, when I accidentally walked too close to you. It’s not your fault.”

We stayed in that moment for what seemed like forever but in reality it was only for a minute.

“Y/N?”

“Yes Stiles?”

“Can I please kiss you?” You never thought those words would come out of his mouth.

“I’ve been waiting two years for that.” I said, not realising how desperate that came off.

“Oh really? Wow okay um, I literally had uh no clue, I mean well yes I did coz Scott kinda told me, and so did Lydia, and Liam, and Kira, Allison, Mason, okay pretty much everyone in the pack told me, um yeah.” Once again, your face flushed with many rosey tones of pink.

“Okay um, so are we gonna kiss?” You said with a low, croaky voice.

“Oh yeah, right. Okay, here we go.” He said.

We both leaned it so we met at 50/50. Our lips glide together in perfect synchronization. He moved his hands to the lowest part of my back, just above my only towel covered ass. I quickly squirmed and pulled away from him.

“Oh my god Y/N did I do something wrong?” The concern coming from his fiery amber eyes made my heart melt.

“No, it’s not you. It’s just, this is so embarrassing. I mean like I’ve had my first kiss and stuff, which was horrible by the way, but like I’ve never really gone past that with anyone and you putting your hands on me it just makes me nervous because no one has really ever done that to me before.”

“Wow Y/N, I never would have guessed that. You are so beautiful and intelligent, any guy would be lucky to have you. I really hope this doesn’t come off insensitive but, does this mean you are a virgin?”

“Yeah, it does.” I felt so embarrassed and stupid about it. Everyone else in the pack had done it, even Liam and he is a freshman.

“No, no, Y/N/N, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I am too.” As soon as I heard him say that, I pressed my lips down on his.

Our lips once again moulded together making fireworks like the 4th of July erupt inside of me. It was an amazing feeling. A sudden surge of confidence rushed over me and I  broke the kiss and pushed Stiles onto my bed.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” As soon as he finishing talking, I unwrapped the towel, leaving myself  bare, completely exposed. Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked up and down my body. He quickly covered his eyes with his hands. “Oh my god Y/N you lost your towel again.” He shrieked.

“I know.” I moved closer to him and sat on his lap, “I want this Stiles, I think. Not that I know, I haven’t really done this before.”

“Me either Y/N/N, should we just see where this goes?” I nodded and reconnected my lips with his, and I felt those 4th of July fireworks erupting in me once again.

Stiles deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into my mouth. It just felt so right. He bit my bottom lip and moved down to my neck and began to leave bright purple marks. I had no idea what to do so I put my hands in his hair and pulled, like in the movies. I heard him growl so I stopped. “Oh my god Stiles, did I hurt you?”

“No not at all, that felt really good actually.”

We moved back to the previous position and I moved slightly to maintain my balance.

“Oh my god Y/N please do that again.”

“What like this?” I moved again and realized what I was doing when I begin to feel his bulge grow against me.

I got up and layed down, pressing my back against my bed.

“Okay I have no idea what I’m doing but I’m just gonna go for it.” Stiles looked up at me and a flash of concern ran through his eyes. I gave him a nod of approval and he began to kiss me again. He then proceeded to move further down my body, blowing on the several purple marks he’d left which turned me into a quivering mess.

He reached my breasts and took one in his mouth, sucking roughly while fiddling with the other with his hand. The constant pinching, swirling and tickling caused me to let out a soft moan. He continued to drift further down, kissing my stomach lower and lower until he was just above my core. A weird feeling, like a throbbing began to build in my core.

I was deep in thought when suddenly, I felt a finger on my clit and I bucked my hips at how good it felt. “Wow” I thought to myself, “You are missing out on a lot?” He buried his face in between my thighs, causing me to moan so loud, it echoed through the whole house.

“I don’t ever think I’ve ever heard you be so loud before.” Stiles smirked, which caused me to flush and giggle. As I began to chuckle, Stiles pumped a finger into me.

“Stiles, that feels so good please don’t stop.” I strangled out those words as I felt all the muscles in my body tense up and the pit in my stomach increase.

“Fuck Y/N/N, say my name again that was so hot.”

“Stiles.” I moan as I come undone around his fingers and black spots start to blur my vision as I ride out my high.

Stiles falls down as lies next to me on my bed.

“Wow.” He says with a flabbergasted look in his face.

“That was-”

“Probably not that good.” He interrupts and turns to look at me and begins to play with my hair.

“Are You kidding, that was amazing. I want you to feel what I felt.” I press my lips to his for a quick short peck.

“Are you sure Y/N/N? You don’t have to just because of what I- ooh my god.” His sentence quickly changed into an exclamation as I undid the button on his khakis and pull down his boxers to reveal his massive, veiny cock. My eyes widened at the thought of fitting that whole thing into my mouth, so, I began by pumping his length up and down a few times, causing his head to roll back. Hopefully that meant he liked it.

I finally built up enough courage to put my mouth on his shaft and slowly but surely proceed further and further down and before I knew it, his whole dick was in my mouth. I begin bopping my head down faster and faster repetitively. He moaned my name several times which caused the throbbing sensation in my core rise up again. He started to twitch in my mouth and a salty liquid filled my throat and I swallowed it.

“Y/N/N as if you haven’t done this before, that was so good.” He kissed me, but quickly pulled away and asked, “Oh my god Y/N/N, is my cum still in your mouth?” The roughness of the word made me cringe.

“No Stiles, I swallowed it.”

“Oh my god Y/N/N, I can’t believe you actually swallowed it.”

“WHY ARE YOU NOT SUPPOSED TO AM I GONNA GET SICK?! GREAT HOW WILL EXPLAIN THIS TO MY PARENTS? YEAH MUM, I GOT SICK FROM SUCKING DICK!” Panic starts to fill me and just as I feel an attack come on, Stiles grabs me and pulls me into a hug. He pushes my head into his chest and grips tightly. The panic inside me immediately disappears. I feel so safe in his arms.

“No it’s perfectly normal. Scott says that most girls spit and it’s supposed to be impressive when they swallow. Not really sure why but just thought I’d give you that fact.”

I laughed and pressed my lips to his. It started off nice and slow but quickly turned into an extremely passionate rough kiss. We moved back to my bed again, Stiles lays me down on my back and he hovers over me. He began to lift his shirt up and I helped him. I took in every mole, muscle and area of bare skin on him. My hands roamed around his body as he smiled down at me.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?” He looked up and flashed a look of worry, but it quickly disappeared when I replied. “I’m ready, Stiles.”

He lined his tip up with my entrance and slowly pushed into me until he filled me up all the way with his length. Both of our heads rolled back as he slowly began to pull in and out of me. He started to speed up a little, making me moan softly. I began to kiss him, tongues roaming around everywhere in each others mouths.

“Stiles, I want to try something.” I looked up at him and he had that stupid smirk on his face which I hate, but love at the same time.

“Okay sure.” I rolled us over so he is lying against the bed. I moved down so my legs were on either side of his hips. I lined my entrance up with his tip and slowly moved down onto it, earning a deep, throaty moan from Stiles, which caused me to shiver. I had never heard his voice so deep before, it was so sexy.

“That feels so fucking good Y/N/N, please don’t stop.”

I began to maintain a steady speed, but I couldn’t take it any longer, and by the looks on his face, neither could he. So I began to start moving up and down fast really fast, making myself moan ever louder than before.

“Stiles” I screamed.

“Please scream my name again, I love that.”

“Stiles! Stiles I’m so close to-”

“Me too Y/N/N don’t stop. Keep going.”

I slowly keep increasing my speed and before we know it, we both reach our peak and his liquid fills me. I sloppily fall next to him. I can’t move. I try to get up but I can’t. I freeze. Stiles begins to sit up and sees that I’m frozen.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t move Stiles, like at all.”

“You are so cute. It’s normal. I think it’s from the fatigue of you know, what we just did, which was amazing by the way.” He began to blush which made me blush too.

“Yeah it was pretty fantastic, hey?” You flashed a smile at Stiles and it made him chuckle.

“So um, I’ll just put some clothes on and we can head to school?”

“Sure Y/N/N, um but before you do that, I just need to know, what are we?” A kaleidoscope of butterflies filled my stomach. I had waited for this moment for so long, I never thought it would actually happen.

“Well what do you want to be Stiles?”

“Y/N/N ever since I laid eyes on you, and I mean like in person not like when I stalked you on social media before you even came to our high school, anyway, I want you to be my girlfriend Y/N/N, will you please be my girlfriend?”

“Stiles Stilinski, you have no idea how long I have waited for you to ask me.”

He responds by pressing his lips to mine. “Let’s get to school.”

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We finally arrived at school and just as we began walking up the stairs, he grabs my hand and intertwines his fingers with me. We walk through the big glass Beacon Hills high school doors and see the pack staring at us, jaws practically on the floor. We walk over to them.

“Heyy guys.” Scott winks at us.

“Hey Scott.” Stiles and I say in unison and we just laugh at each other, Stiles presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Oh my god, finally!” Lydia exclaims, “I can’t even smell chemosignals but I didn’t even need to it was so obvious and finally! Congrats guys.” Lydia raised an eyebrow and smirked at me. She was my best friend, she knew exactly what happened here.

“Anyways, first period is about to start, Stiles and I have econ so we better get going before coach yells at us. See you guys later. ”Scott beings to walk and so does Stiles, but he quickly tells Scott to wait and he comes back to me and places a quick peck on my lips, then runs back over to Scott.

Nothing else in the world mattered to me at this very moment, I had finally gotten what I wanted, to be with the love of my life, Mieczyslaw Stiles Stilinski and after waiting two agonizing, painful years, I finally got him.

my-name-is-fireheart  asked:

Tell me about makeup. Thoughts, feelings, do you like it?

Wow I have so many feelings on this subject. First, I like it, don’t get me wrong. I love to wear it when I want to, and only then. In 7th grade my mom told me I was too ugly to leave the house without make up, and from then till freshman year of college I literally put on make up every single day and hated when I looked in the mirror and saw my face without it. I was so used to my face with make up it didn’t look like my real face at all. Which is crazy that my regular real face looked wrong to me. And getting in college I’m so busy I would run out of time and not be able to put on make up, and progressively it happened more and more until I got really used to my face without make up and didn’t mind when I looked in the mirror and saw I wasn’t wearing it. Now I essentially never wear it except for special occasions and only if I want to. And that makes me feel great. Also, it’s one of the few things my mom can’t make me do, and let me tell you I live for things she used to be able to make me do but now can’t.

So to sum up, I think make up is great. It’s an amazing way to express yourself and give yourself whatever good feeling boost when you want to. Like now, I’ll look in the mirror without make up and be like hot damn I look good, and when I wear make up it’s like extra hot damn my eyes are on point. So really I think make up is amazing and fun as long as you don’t let it become a crutch for your insecurities, and always and only ever, wear it because YOU want to. And never feel like you have to.

“Let’s go find Bucky, Sam. How hard could it be, Sam?”

Also known as: The Great Winter Soldier Expedition of 2014-2015 That Marvel Won’t Talk About, So I Decided To Instead.

-A week before they leave, Steve calls Tony and asks him for a small RV, big enough for three people. Tony gets them an enormous red-and-gold monstrosity with a fully stocked kitchen, five bedrooms, two bathrooms, and three plasma TVs. It literally takes up two whole lanes.

-Right then was when Sam started to have doubts.

-Then when they’re packing, Natasha shows up with about fifty million military-grade weapons that she somehow managed to carry over in her purse.

-“He’s still the Winter Soldier, you know. If you want to stay alive when you face him again, you might need a few small things. See, you fit the Kalashnikov in here, and you’ll have room for these grenade launchers…”

-“We don’t need extra weapons, Nat.” “Steve, just assume that I know better than you. Hold these grenades.” “WE DON’T NEED FUCKING GRENADES, NATASHA. WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THESE.” “STOP BEING A BABY, ROGERS, I HAVEN’T EVEN PULLED THE PIN, THEY’RE TOTALLY HARMLESS.”

-“Steve, maybe we could use a few weapons.” “Bucky’s not going to hurt me!” “Yeah…okay…that sounds completely true and rational…”

-Eventually they compromise, and she settles on six guns, a handful of knives, and a cosh as a bare minimum.

-By then, Sam’s figured out that this was definitely a bad idea.

-The night before they leave, his mom sends over five boxes of cookies “because you need to have enough to eat, even on the road, Sammy." 

-On their first day on the road, Steve keeps teasing him mercilessly about a grown man letting himself get called Sammy. That is, until Sam starts singing “The Star-Spangled Man With A Plan” at the top of his lungs over and over again for an entire hour.

-They don’t get any more mature from there.

-They try doing things "the old-fashioned way” with a map the first three days. But whoever said men were better at reading maps was a liar, because they manage to get lost a grand total of twenty times.

-“I thought you said you read maps all the time during the war?” “Maps were easier to read back then.”

-On the fourth day, they text the Avengers for help, and Clint somehow manages to send them a GPS that Sam immediately names Alicia (after his baby niece; because they both make a lot of noise).

-“Sam, pull over; I have to piss.” “Rogers, there are literally two bathrooms right behind you” is a conversation that happens at least once a day.

-Steve is a giant baby and likes flicking snack-cake wrappers at his friend’s head whenever he’s driving. Sam gets him back later by drinking all of Steve’s favorite blue Gatorade and making him buy refills himself. The extra pee breaks that day were completely worth it.

-Natasha leaves voicemails every day from increasingly unlikely locations, and every time she pretends that she’s definitely not checking on them. 

-“Hey, birdbrain. Hey, dinosaur. Look, I’m in Sri Lanka right now, and I’ve hit a teeny snag with my cover–” *guns fire and people scream in the background* “–but I’m completely fine. If you haven’t given up yet, I hope you’re doing okay finding Barnes. Call me tomorrow and tell me what weird shit you see in Wisconsin, or Wyoming, or wherever the fuck you are.” *explosion and more screaming* “Got to go. Bye, weirdos.”

-Every time Steve makes them stop to ask if anyone’s seen a scary buff guy with a metal arm, Sam swipes his phone just to take about a thousand close-up pictures of cows or corn. After three weeks on the road, the phone’s memory has already been used up twice. 

-They have now forbidden each other from playing any on-the-road games; including but not limited to: “Twenty Questions,” “Truth or Dare,” “People Bucky has probably killed,” “I bet Nat has disguised herself as…” and “I bet Fury is doing…right now.”

-Steve has a playlist on his phone that he likes listening to after they’ve got a lead on Bucky. It’s literally eighty-five percent Taylor Swift, ten percent Adele, and five percent Billie Holiday. 

-“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” “I will strap you to the roof if you say that again.”

-Despite the abundance of bedrooms, Sam willingly sleeps on the couch and Steve willingly sleeps on the floor right at his feet.

-There may or may not be video footage on YouTube of a couple of “unidentifiable” guys in baseball caps and sunglasses singing Disney songs together in a Cincinnati karaoke bar.

-There have been not one, not two, but five instances of a Hydra squid-monster breaking into the RV just to get their stash of pizza bagels.

-Upon arriving in diners or fast-food places for dinner, Sam always refers to the pair of them as “the amazing Falcon, and his sidekick, Captain America.” Much to Steve’s annoyance, people quickly started asking them to write just that on their various pieces of paper or merchandise.

-Every month, Avengers Tower gets a new postcard from a different part of the country with only “Glad you’re NOT here, Tony” written on it. Tony is Very Offended.

-Sam still doesn’t know why Steve cried when they reached the Grand Canyon.

-More than once, Steve and Sam have slept on the couch together after one of them woke up from a nightmare. 

-Sometimes, they get almost tantalizingly close to finding Bucky…and then hit another dead end. The rest of the time, they’re basically just driving in circles around the country.

-Sometimes, when they’ve got the RV parked for the night and Sam’s asleep, Steve’ll call Natasha. She doesn’t say anything for a long time, she just lets him voice all his fears. And then she tells him about all her guilt, her own fears that no one will really accept her, and that old ghost of Clint’s brainwashing that still haunts her. It helps, to not feel so alone in your experiences.

-By the time the team assembles again to save the world, even though they still haven’t found Bucky yet, Steve knows two things. One, that he’s not as alone in this century as he thought he was. And two, that wants Sam to join them on the Avengers.

Wish is a hell of a spell.

So a little background: I am DM for a campaign of five first time players. They’ve all been very excited to play, but one of my players has died literally every session so far. This happened at the end of our session just the other day. The guy’s current character is a High Elf named Asriel.

Epheram (Human Fighter): (ooc) Oh my god. Asriel didn’t die. What the actual fuck.
Jebeddo (Gnome Ranger): (ooc) DM! Make him roll to survive!
*Whole party, including Asriel, agrees*
Me: Okay, roll… I don’t know… Constitution, I guess?
*crit fail*
Me: Okay, so, umm. You guys successfully complete the campaign, and everyone lives happily ever after. Unfortunately, in a couple thousand years, Asriel’s great great great granddaughter wishes that her brother was never born. Asriel, turns out those berries Jebeddo found earlier are actually incredibly poisonous to High Elves. You fall to the ground and die.
*Whole party loses it*

How do all of you bloggers have time to dress up and take pictures every day? I don’t even have time to finish my make-up or eat, let alone take pictures of how average I look while rushing out the door with string cheese and my mascara in hand. 

i-chose-the-void  asked:

Nalu "Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?"

Title: the pavlovian effect

Rating: T+

Summary: “Are you saying I conditioned you to get an erection every time I put my hair in a bun?”

Word count: 1,180

Warnings: mild suggestive themes, talk of boners, natsu dorkneel, domesticity

Augh, sorry this took so long! I literally had this half done for like two months before I kicked myself and finished it today… Based on this post. I can just see this happening ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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the 100-day love challenge

Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin
Author: jeosheo
Rating: NC15
Genre: Non AU, Canon Compliant, Variety Shows, Challenges, Mutual Pining, Slow Build
Summary: For a variety show challenge, Jimin must tell Yoongi every day for 100 days that he loves him.

Let’s get this shit started.

Admin Notes: this is the greatest yoonmin fic ive read in a long time. characterization is so absolutely PERFECT tht i literally saw this happen behind my fucking eyelids. funny, and witty at times. angsty and anxiety inducing at others. 20k words of pure perfection, like. I CRIED I LAUGHED ND I LIVED. pls read it itll literally make u a new person. who was i, before this fic,

Link: AO3

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Meeting Markiplier was definitely one of the coolest things to ever happen to me. Being at PAX South and meeting him literally every day was a huge inspiration to me. Sure you seemed like a little bit of a dick the very first day when I came up to you the second time..but I would be too after the entire day of work. Hanging around you Bob and wade has helped rekindle the inspiration I had when I first started my YouTube channel. You taught me I could make people happy by doing what I love and that’s what I promised my mom I would do. Make her proud and give her a life without pain. After a year of making videos it became a grind to just push out videos each day so I don’t lose subscribers. The advice everyone has given me has made me realize it’s not about quantity at all…It’s about having fun. Like what I had during pax with you guys. Fun. Bob has helped me with charity live streams wade has helped Keep me on track with how down to earth he is and Mark has continued to Keep me inspired to change the world for the better through what I love…games. I’ve made friends with the amazing people of able gamers..I’ve made friends with the people of child’s play…countless great things have happened because of you guys. I feel like you are all great friends a some day I can’t wait to some day actually work with you all and consider you all real friends.


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Thank you for pushing so many people to want to do great things. I’m one of them.

So throw back to about a year and a half ago, I match with this guy, lets call him Ryan. Ryan was super into me and would always message me and stuff, at this point I wont lie, I wasn’t interested in him at all. We would chat, but I was never really invested. He seemed cool but whatever, i had other stuff going on. Fast forward about 6 months later, me and Ryan are friendly, nothing major though. One day, for whatever reason, I decide to properly engage in conversation with him. We exchange numbers, and he rings me and we hit it off. 

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1 Year Anniversary of Being Subscribed to Jack :D

It all started when my sister, Becky, was like, “Here, watch this super loud and hilarious Irishman play this horror game called Dread Halls.”

So I did, and I’ll be honest, I didn’t like Jack all that much at first (Sorry Jack!). However, a couple weeks later I was really bored and decided to watch some more of his videos. I started to realize that Jack was different from any other YouTuber I had ever watched. He was extremely humble and genuine and connected with his viewers in a way that I had never seen before. Anyway, Jack and his videos started to grow on me. And then I binged watched his Evie videos and I was hooked after that. This one in particular had me laughing my ass off! 

 So I subscribed and started watching him daily. His videos never fail to make me smile or laugh, and he was a source of relief from all the shit that was happening with my parents’ divorce at the time. I intend to keep watching and supporting Jack for as long as he’s wanting to do YouTube (:

To the community: I absolutely love being part of this community! Everyone is so nice and supportive. You guys are all awesome and lovely people, so thank you for being so amazing!! Plus, it’s thanks to this community that clairejamison and british-penguin have become two of my best friends :D I love all of you and am here if any of you ever need anything.

Finally, to therealjacksepticeye: I know you don’t like being thanked, but I’m gonna do it anyway. Thank you so much for making videos for us everyday and for going above and beyond in your efforts to interact with the community. It literally warms my heart to see how connected you are to all of us. Thank you for liking and reblogging my silly posts, it always makes my day and I can’t stop smiling every time it happens. You’ve made me feel like one of your friends, and that is truly an honor. I love you and hope I get the chance to meet you someday. So thank you for a year of smiles, laughs, and occasional feels :P. I look forward to what the future has in store for you and the community, keep being BOSS! *high five*

                                                                                          -MacKenzie

P.S. BOOPER DOOPER!

“Thank goodness Laff-A-Lympics is finally over.”

Ted the Animator: “What a mess that was! I can’t believe HB actually paid for a second season.”

Carl the Animator: “You’re telling’ me. The last two weeks are all a blur… watching the episodes, I don’t remember animating half of these things.”

Ted the Animator: “Mmm.”

Carl the Animator: “Like… why does the robot dog not have legs here?”

Ted the Animator: “I thiiiiink you forgot to draw them, and then I may have forgotten to crop high enough.”

Carl the Animator: “Yeah, that… that sounds vaguely familiar.”

Ted the Animator: “…any idea why Boo-Boo has a weird black shape all over his face for a frame?”

Carl the Animator: “Oh, that time I remember. A big spider crawled on the sheet.”

Ted the Animator: “…I was better off not knowing that.”

Carl the Animator: “When did we decide to make every single background character look like Gandalf?”

Ted the Animator: “Uh… didn’t that happen around the day we marooned someone on an arctic ice floe, and then didn’t remember how we did it?”

Carl the Animator: “I think you’re thinking of a Strong Bad cartoon.”

Ted the Animator: “Oh. Well, my memory’s hazy, but… wasn’t there a time you combined a 2-liter Mountain Dew-”

Carl the Animator: “I don’t remember that.”

Ted the Animator: “-with thirty espresso shots, and we-”

Carl the Animator: “Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.”

Ted the Animator: “-watched through our entire VHS collection, alphabetically.”

Carl the Animator: “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Yeah!”

Ted the Animator: “Those were a weird 46 hours.”

Carl the Animator: “That was definitely it. I remember now ‘cause Lord of the Rings came after Earth Vs. Soup, but before Turbulent Juice.

Ted the Animator: “I never thought I’d get a hand cramp from drawing too many wizard beards.”

Carl the Animator: “And then, there’s… oh my.”

Ted the Animator: “Yyyyyeah.”

Carl the Animator: “Do… do you even want to take a crack at explaining this?”

Ted the Animator: “I’m drawing a blank, and would prefer to keep it that way.”

Carl the Animator: “I don’t recall this gorilla thing, let alone animating it spanking someone.”

Ted the Animator: “I’m certainly not taking credit.”

Carl the Animator: “Same.”

Ted the Animator: “Right.”

Carl the Animator:

Ted the Animator: “…how ‘bout we pretend this series didn’t happen, and never speak of it again.”

Carl the Animator: “Agreed.”

"The Confession"

Hello, everyone. Just wanted to thank all of you for 600+ followers. It actually took me a day to finish this one. If we were to talk about timelines this happened before “The Wedding”. I really think I made this one great. Haha, Well, Hope you all enjoy reading this!

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“The Confession”

She was standing by the window, glancing outside to view the tremendous city which they call Zootopia, a place where everyone can be anything, when the first time Judy came here, it was rough to the point where the animals here disregarded her, didn’t treat her the way she expected them to, she dreamed back when she was young, she was only a token bunny to the ZPD. Another cute little rabbit determined that she can make the world a better place, a dream she thought she can achieve. Assigned to be as a neglected meter maid, and the job being too troublesome to deal with, along with your usual  angered citizens at the streets of this city complaining about the parking tickets, it was stressful.

Then she met him, the slick, charismatic, small-time, con artist fox going by the name of Nick Wilde. He hustled her into buying a jumbo pop, in which he used to gain more out of it. He told her Zootopia was not the place she hoped for, it wasn’t the place where everyone can be anything, where everyone gets a long, where everyone lives a happy life, a life she thought existed in this place. She was infuriated at him. Then again, he’s just stating the facts about the real world they live in.

Gutsy enough cut in the scene occurring between Chief Bogo and a desperate Mother to find her missing Husband, and solve a missing mammal case on her own, with only a given amount of time of two days and a single case file to fill her in. To her amusement, she found Nick as one of the witnesses to the case. He may call her dumb, but she was smart. Next thing Nick knew he was helping the bunny cop, to think how a lot of things can happen in those two days.

How the other animals are going to say about a fox and a rabbit solving the biggest case together. Obviously they both know they’re predator and prey, fox and a rabbit, two complete opposites. None of that really matters to both of them now. Soon after Nick accepted the job Judy presented him.

A few months later they cracked the ‘savaged-animals’ case, time passed by, slowly they understood one another. They let themselves fall in each other’s presence, share their stories, deep inside they didn’t even realize the feelings starting to build up inside of them. They were partners watching each other’s back on the job. And in the end they couldn’t help but think there’s more to it than that, something bigger, too afraid to let it out, fearing that they might change what they have now, they both wanted to cherish it forever. They stayed for overnights, taking turns at their apartments, Judy very much surprised at the condition of Nick’s apartment which is well furnished, organized and neatly cleaned with a kitchen, two bedrooms and of course the living room. It became a daily routine on their day offs.

They were comfortable being around side by side, they don’t care what the other animals think about them. As long as they have each other.

Soon all of that went up to another level of affection, Nick made the first move, He gave her a call, asking her out for a Saturday night stroll at the park literally right in front of the ZPD, not many animals walking around at this hour. With the light posts gleaming at the beautiful green wet grass, the brightness being reflected by the pond at the middle. It was peaceful because there weren’t any sort of loud honking from the cars, not a single animal shouting out an argument. It was times like this that makes you wish for more moments like it.

It took Judy a bit amount of time to find the sneaky fox, and there he was standing near the pond looking at his own reflection with his hands inside his pockets, with his usual light green Hawaiian button shirt along the red and blue striped tie, and brownish-gray pants. She slowly makes her way behind him, careful not to jolt the fox deep in this own thoughts, wondering what got him peering. She saw his ears perk up as he turned around to face her, It was cold out, obviously she had to put on something to suffice the night by wearing a gray hoodie with 'ZPD’ lettered out on the chest part, a pink tank top underneath and black yoga pants.

“Glad you could make it.” Nick spoke, smirking as he gestured her to follow him.

“Well, I’m here now.” She ran and catches up beside nick. “Why did you call me out here this late?”

“What? Why not? Am I not allowed to spend some quality time with my favorite bunny?” He responded, putting on a small pout on his face, with his hands clutching his heart.

Judy rolled her eyes, giving Nick a short giggle, 'he was always such drama boy’ Judy told herself. “I’m your favorite now, huh?” She asked, looking straight at him.

“Carrots, You’re the only rabbit I know. Besides your parents of course and a good number of your family members. I don’t get how you manage to known every single one them.” Nick amazed at the little bunny cop, it was all still a mystery to him.

“I told you, Nick. It’ll grow on you. I’ve known them since I was born, it’s basically something you’ll get used to, having spent all those years at the Bunny Burrows.” Judy explained to Nick, smiling at the expression he’s making, pure confusion.

“I guess I’ll believe you on that one.” He responded, still baffled at the whole thing.

“So, tell me. Why the sudden call?” That gave it out. Nick suddenly paused his movement at her words.

“I thought it was a good idea to grab some air, go for a walk, stretch our bones, get some exercise.” Judy just giving him an unamused look. “Curious bunny, aren’t you?” He spoke, looking straight up above taking the whole view in.

“You know what I meant, come on tell me, Nick. It’s unusual for you to just call me at the middle of the night without even giving me a heads-up.” Judy added, sounding a bit more worried even for her.

Nick let out a small chuckle, he immediately stopped, realizing the situation. “You caught me.” He said with a sigh, finally facing her. He slowly walked towards one of wooden benches as he sat, he patted the empty space beside him, motioning for her to take a seat.

They both felt the whole conversation getting serious every second, until Nick eventually  explained. “The truth is, I have a confession to make.” He announced. Judy’s ears were already pointing up, getting ready to what he was about say.

“Judy, ” He called her by her first name. She was shocked, Nick rarely speaks to her using her real name. Literally bracing herself for what about to happen. “I don’t how to tell you all this in simpler words. But here I go.” Judy wide eyed, 'this is it’ she thought.

“The times we’ve spent together for the past few months since I met you, It’s been the most happiest days I ever experienced in my entire life, and now I could not think of a life without you from then. I’ve been feeling something, that’s been eating me up lately. Something I was too scared to talk to you about.” He clarified, starting to feel sweat slipping between his fur. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all, he should call out quits and think of a plan or something to slip himself out of this. His heart was beating like crazy, he swore it might pop out of his chest anytime soon.

“Nick, what are you — ” She tried to speak, an attempt to calm him down.

“What I’m trying to say here is that,” He gulped, as he faced her looking straight at one another.“I love you, Judy.”

She was suddenly taken back at what he had just said. Judy was sitting there, shocked, her mouth hanging open, until she shut it closed. “You, what?” She tried to clear up on what she just heard from Nick.

He stood up, looking away from her. Something took over him, what was he thinking? Blurting all that nonsense? No, the feelings were genuine, it was real. Nothing will make him regret on what he told her. He decided to escape away from all this. “You know, Whiskers. It’s getting really late. We should both head—” He didn’t even manage to finish his sentence when a pair of small arms suddenly embraced him from behind. He didn’t even turn.

“Oh, Nick.” She pushed her face on his back. “You don’t have to hide it from me anymore.” She stated, practically trying to hold him in place from leaving. “You want to know why?”

Nick easily turned around to glance at her. “Why?”

Judy released him from her sudden embrace, then made a quick grab on his stupid ugly striped tie as she pulled him down close enough to face each other, using her other hand to caress his cheek, as green met purple, they were slowly leaning in on one another, they could feel their warm breaths brushing each other’s lips, Nick barely heard what Judy whispered. “Because,” without finishing, the gap between them closed, both of their eyes were shut, as their soft lips gently touched, Nick hesitantly put his right arm on her shoulder while the other makes it away around her waist.

Tilting his head, both of them couldn’t help but relax into it. It seemed like they were inside their own little world, where everything orbits around them. It was so tender and passionate, the whole experience they hope on keeping. For this was a start of a whole new beginning for both of them.

They slowly broke apart and Judy was the first one to speak. “Because, I love you too.” Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes from the rapid emotions being released which she had built up for so long. Nick swept the tears that were sliding down her cheeks with his thumb.

They simply put their arms around one another, admiring the stars shimmering high above them, shutting off reality, they were happy and that was that. This was the night they could never ever forget, the moment they had now was going to be the treasured memory they were to remember and keep forever.

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A bit too cheesy. But I think I did great. Anyway, I’m off to bed!