1. Your attitude dictates your experience, so start finding things to get psyched about.
2. Stock up on healthy snacks in your house!!! You’ll be glad you did when the study-munchies roll around (and they always do).
3. Invest in a good planner.Especially if you take part in multiple extra-curriculars, I can’t stress how helpful it is having a place to check back on deadlines and big events.
4. Write down all your teachers’ names and emails as soon as you get them, so you’re not searching for them when you’re absent.
5. No one is having as much fun as their snapchat story makes it seem.
6. Don’t believe what your peers tell you about tests they take before you, study how much YOU need to.
7. Be nice to your math teacher. Partial credit on math problems might save your grade.
8. Don’t throw out syllabuses/first day handouts!!!! Theres a good chance they have information on the late policy and a gazillion other helpful things.
9. In fact, try to hold on to as many papers as you can for when finals inevitably attack.
10. No one knows you wore those jeans yesterday.
11. Be conscious of how you smell. Don’t be B.O. kid, but also try not to suffocate your lab partner with the scent of artificial fruit/flowers.
12. That cookie in the cafeteria is probably not worth 95 cents. Pack snacks from home to resist overpriced school treats.
13. If you’re carrying around a travel mug of coffee, people will usually leave you alone.
14. Don’t spend more time planning your study schedule than actually studying. Just get your books out and do it.
15. Never underestimate the amount of motivation you can get from watching Legally Blonde (movie or musical).
16. Try to attend at least one school sporting event per season, even if thats not really your scene. Some teachers even offer extra credit for going to big games!
17. Don’t be that kid that asks the teacher when you’re getting your tests back. They have like a gazillion to grade. You’ll get them when they’re done.
18. Have a pump-up playlist for the ride to school and the walk to your first class. Nothing feels more badass than walking through crowded hallways while listening to Halsey’s “New Americana”.
19. Set up a back-up study zone for when you need a change of pace.
20. Don’t put off creative projects because you think they’ll be less time consuming. There’s nothing worse than glitter gluing a scale model of the U.S. Senate at 3 AM because you thought it would be quick and easy.
21. That extra 10 minutes of sleep is not worth the risk of oversleeping completely. Get up, splash your face with some cold water, and get this show on the road.
22. Find a school inspiration, whether it be a really hardworking friend or a studyblr you follow. Check their progress whenever you need motivation.
23. If someone only ever talks to you when they need to copy the homework, they’re using. Don’t indulge them.
24. Doing your own work is so SO important. Plagiarism can destroy careers.
25. Creative outlets can be so refreshing, like a diary, a private tumblr, a sketchbook, whatever floats your boat.
26. When all else fails, remember how lucky you are to be getting an education. School isn’t a punishment, its an opportunity for you to create a kick-ass foundation for the rest of your life.
“You seem very put together and secure in one self so I’m going to ask you this, and I would prefer it wasn’t publicly posted. Even if you don’t respond, that’s okay, but at this point I feel like I would appreciate a wiser person’s perspective. My boyfriend and I broke up, which may sound petty, but the shitty way I feel is not. It was because he was too overwhelmed to put effort into it. What would you suggest is the best way to move on from said breakup? HOW DO YOU PURGE YOURSELF OF EMOTION”
I asked this reader for permission to pull her question out of my askbox and answer it publicly because it seemed like it might be useful to more than one person considering becoming an emotional robot.
Dear Unnamed Reader,
First: you’re not going to like my advice.
Second: you don’t have to take it. I’m really only adequately equipped to give advice on how to be more like me, and trust me, sources are widely divided on whether this is a good thing.
Third: I don’t think your turmoil is petty. One thousand ships have been launched in the name of a bad break-up.
Fourth: You ask me how to purge yourself of emotion. I reckon this must mean I don’t look like a hot mess on the internet, which is good to know. But I assure you that when something pings my emotional radar, I feel all feelings at level 11. Example? This morning, I gave Lover a ride to an errand. We took my old Camaro. On the interstate ramp, I put the car through its paces and experienced the burst of joy that comes in third gear at 4400 rpm. Once the car had settled, I realized Lover was staring at me. “God,” he said, “can you be any more happy?” No. No, in fact, I couldn’t. Emotions are binary in Maggie Stiefvater. You should have seen me when I first heard Two Door Cinema Club’s “Sun.” I almost died from happiness.
But that also means my negative emotions are dialed to 11. I don’t often get upset — I’ve just become so unreasonably plucky that I assume all woes are transient, so whatevs. Because of my outsized belief in my ability to problem-solve, I really only get upset when I feel powerless. 2015 turned out to be the year of powerlessness: terrible things happening to friends, to my family, in the world. I finally broke last weekend over a comparatively tiny thing —a news article printed stuff about me that was so hilariously not true that I thought no one would believe it, particularly as the truth was still perfectly findable. But they did. And I couldn’t do a thing about it without stirring things up more and getting yet more messages telling me how glad they were to see me shot down from my Raven Cycle induced high blah blah etc. A minuscule thing — but yet more powerlessness after a year of epic powerlessness. I proceeded to launch 1,000 emotional ships. Work ground to a halt. I listened to Kygo’s remix of Matt Corby’s “Brother” 62 times in a row without pause. I sat under my office desk, only emerging to give in to to my OCD, which demanded, among other things, 17 clothing changes in 8 hours because SEAMS GOD THE SEAMS WHY. I blew a deadline. I flew to Colorado. I exceeded the speed limit in a rental Nissan that was not meant to exceed the speed limit. I blew another deadline. I paced until I couldn’t feel my knees. I thought about how I’d ruled out self-harm as an option a decade ago. I returned home. I sat on the shower floor for a very long time. I failed to sleep. I could have pretended that I wasn’t hurting, but —
Fifth: you cannot cut out the sad emotions without cutting out the happy ones.
Sixth: I am a disgustingly happy person. I fucking love life. The number of things in life that please me daily continues to astonish me, considering how terrible the world is. But I’m a happy person because I’m also sometimes a wretchedly sad person or terribly angry person. If you want to live life turned up all the way, you have to be open to the possibility of both joy or despair.
Seventh: which brings me to the advice you’re not going to like: being miserable right now is not a bad thing. What you’re feeling is a valid response to a situation that you feel powerless in. It’s horrible. But you feeling genuine pain now means that you can — and will — feel genuine happiness at some point. Agony and joy come from the same place: being emotionally invested in your own life.
Eighth: The way back to happiness is getting out of the cycle of powerlessness — basically, finding a place you can have agency again. Your misery is going to want you to find a way to be powerful in your current miserable situation. If you’re anything like me, you’ve rehearsed a few thousand options in your head. Calling him and winning him back. Making him feel as sad as you. Sending ugly greeting cards to his mother. Anything that would make you feel like you’re not completely helpless. But you need to find something else that you can be the boss of. Remind yourself of the things that make you feel like a badass. It doesn’t matter how silly or stupid they are. It can be as difficult as a project that you think will change the world, or as easy as playing a song that always gets you high. Do that.
Ninth: Do not listen to Kygo’s remix of “Brother.” It will not cheer you up.
Tenth: There is no tenth, but I really wanted one. So eat more leafy green vegetables.
ETA I CHANGED IT TO 2015 I DON’T KNOW WHY I KEEP CALLING THIS YEAR 2016
I mean disagree if you must I don’t really care aha. I’ll try to add more when I think of them, just wanted to get this out since I said I would write a list. I got lazy on why I think these things and kinda had a moment where I went “wait why am I even explaining myself. I don’t give that much of a fuck to explain myself.” so yeah. Enjoy.
1)Sherlock Holmes – Why you ask? Because Sherlock is just
too cynical to be from any other house. A lot of people think he’s a ravenclaw
(which he could be!) but nah I don’t believe so. Sure Sherlock is smart AF but
he’s not like other smart people. He’s cunning and clever and just so Slytherin
it hurts. (SIDENOTE*** I do believe that brave John Watson is in fact a
Gryffindor. But he’s more like “aye that’s my favorite Gryffindor, John!” than “Ew
Gryffindors” ya feel?)
2)Kayne West- Do I really gotta go over this? Sorta obvious.
3)Jim Halpert-100% Slytherin. Well maybe 98% but close
enough. His constant pranks on Dwight (who is arguably a Gryffindor) is just so
… Slytherin? Aha sorry but I don’t even have the patience to argue this, it’s
set in stone in my mind.
4)Doctor Gregory House-This is another one of those that
doesn’t need explanation.
5)Mare Barrow (Red Queen Series)- I don’t know what it is
about her… But Mare just reminds me of a Slytherin. Just something about her is
so badass ya feel me?
6)Robert Downey Jr.- I’m not sure if I have to explain this
one because come on :’)
7)Ariana Grande- Not a big fan of her, but she’s just very
like mean girl Slytherin (even though I know she’s probably a very sweet girl,
just like the way she looks makes me think of like a mean girl lmao)
8)Hugh Jackman- Totally. Couldn’t see him in any other
11)Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier- There is just something
about him that is so Slytherin (you could probably argue Gryffindor as well…
12)Jyn Erso- I’m a multi fandom nerd and I 100% am so for
this. Jyn is such a strong lead character that takes no shit.
13)Princess Leia- Completely and totally a Slytherin.
14)Zuko (Avatar the Last Airbender)- I know this doesn’t
help the whole “villains are not Slytherin!!” but like he gets a redemption at
the end (sort of last season). So to me he’s like a good mix of “bad” and “good”
15)Lestat De Lioncourt (The Vampire Chronicles)- He’s a mess
and that’s amazing. Also he’s kind of the stupid (he’s not stupid I know but he’s
just like… a dumb blond which I find hilarious) mean Slytherin.
16)Louis Tomlinson- Louis William Tomlinson is for sure a
Slytherin. He’s just like the popular outgoing kind of Slytherin (they exist
lmao), but he can just be so savage/sassy.
17)Anne Boleyn- Fucking queen (literally and just as an
adjective) as fuck. She’s especially boss and Slytherin-y in The Tudors.
Man, I feel like the “stoic badass with no feelings or weaknesses who loves murder” is just such a waste of Darth Vader’s character. Like, can you not just write the Punisher instead, various comic authors who know who they are and exactly what they did?
Vader is a zealot with a million regrets. His character is defined by having been so badly hurt that he now relies on medical technology to live; literally his most iconic features as a character relate to how affected he is by his injuries and the trauma of his past in general. I can’t imagine why anybody writing Vader would go “ok but that’s boring, let’s totally fail to acknowledge any of it and get back to the laser sword fights.”
basically: give me Darth Vader as something other than a stock darkgritty antagonist, you cowards. fight me
Otabek and Yuri being the punks in high school if they ever go to school. Also once otabek graduates because he would be a senior, he ALWAYS drives yuri to school on his motorcycle/picks him up after school. //r.i.p this idea is stupid im sorry ---
High school AU’s have been my life source for yEARS, it’s not stupid at aLL, THANK YOU (plus since Otabek is now confirmed Cool Guy™ this is even better)
This is legitimately adorable??
Yuri loving his life because he has a wonderful best friend who is kind enough to drive him to/pick him up from school every day, and the huge bonus is that he rides a goddamn motorcycle and looks so fucking cool.
Yuri feels like top shit whenever he rides in/out of school on the back of Beka’s bike, wind in his air and totally feeling like a badass.
He loves to brag to his classmates and school friends about it. Shamelessly.
Plus he’s hanging out with a senior so he automatically gains cool points - he thinks it matches his aesthetic perfectly.
Style points aside, Yura really does love spending that time with Beka and genuinely has so much fun.
In the mornings he’s usually a grumpy baby and just holds onto Otabek without saying much, half asleep against his back and listening to his iPod. Otabek never minds though, letting Yuri slowly wake up and just enjoy the passing views.
After school is the most fun though, because Yuri is up and awake and chatting happily about his day. Beka will usually drive to Starbucks and Yuri sips his iced caramel macchiato, wearing Beka’s sunglasses he once borrowed and never returned.
(bonus: otabek buying Yura his first leather jacket, and it has an obnoxious and uneccessary amount of zippers all over it and Yuri wears it almost every day)
Imagine your father, Tony Stark, walking in and seeing Peter shirtless in your bedroom (also, I imagine you guys are maybe Juniors or Seniors in High School during this)
- Head Honcho ~ Zoe
“Don’t you want to take off your suit?” You question as you and Peter lay on your bed, cuddled up under the covers with the Star Wars’ menu playing on the portable movie player your father made for your birthday last year. The actual device is like his phones but it projects the screen above it like one of his blueprint tables.
“But then I won’t feel like a cool badass superhero.” He whines, throwing his head back.
“Boohoo.” You pout out your bottom lip, mocking your boyfriend. “Now take it off.” You pat his chest then scoot away from him so he can stand up. When he does get up from the bed, you make sure to place a firm slap upon his precious little butt.
“Aye.” He covers his behind, turning around to scold you but you give him an innocent look.
“What?” You shrug. “I couldn’t help myself.” You smile and burrow back into your blankets.
“You never can help yourself.” He chuckles, shaking his head.
“I’m sorry that I love you so much!”
“You’re not sorry for that.” He scoffs, you nod. “But you should be sorry for how hands-y you are.” He points a finger at you.
“I’m a Stark, it’s in my blood.” You raise your hands up in defense. “Now take it off before I come over there and help you.”
Peter just shakes his head at you but none the less has a small smile on his face. He presses the spider in the middle of his chest causing his suit to loosen as he walks over to your dresser.
He lets his suit fall down his body while he digs through his clothes in the top drawer. You don’t fight the grin that easily comes on your face when you watch your boyfriend of two years sort through the drawer. The normalcy of it makes your heart all warm and fuzzy… speaking about warm and fuzzy;
“Can you throw me a sweater?” You call to him. He nods, grabbing his famous dark blue Midtown School of Science & Technology pullover. “Thank you.” You catch the clothing item he threw.
“No prob…lem.” He cuts himself off with a yawn, stretching his arms over his head.
“Tired?” You inquire, trying to find the head hole of the garment before putting it on.
“Yeah.” He nods. “Last night’s mission was rough.” He sighs, dropping his arms to his side.
"I know, I was there.” You let out a breathy laugh then (attempt to) pull his sweater over your head. Now it’s Peter’s turn to smile and get the warm, fuzzy feeling.
He tries to shake the teenage boy thoughts out of his head that were trying to replace his sweet innocent ones. He lets out a sigh and turns around back to the drawer, fixing the waistband of his boxers so they aren’t hanging so low on his hips
“What the hell is going on here?” Someone demands, their voice loud and full of anger. You don’t see who it is because you are currently struggling with the pullover.
“N-n-nothing, Mr. Stark.” Peter stutters out.
“Nothing my ass.” You hear your father mumble then you hear footsteps stomp against your floor followed by something slamming against the wall.
You finally get your head in the right hole and see your father holding your boyfriend to the wall, a furious look on his face.
“Dad!!” You shout, flinging your blankets off and rushing to the two. ”Dad!” You grab his arm and pull him back enough to get between the two men. “Calm down.”
Your father clenches his jaw and looks between the two of you. He notices your worried expression and relaxes his posture but doesn’t get out of protective dad mode.
“Sit down.” He demands, pointing to the bed while he walks a few feet in front of it. “Both of you, sit down.” He repeats. You and Peter share a hesitant look but go over to the bed and sit down at the foot of it.
A painful silence falls between the three of you as your father paces back and fourth.
“I-I-I swear, we didn’t do anything.” Peter bravely breaks the silence
“Then why are you stuttering?” Dad questions, Peter’s eyes widen.
“Th-tha-that’s a good point, but to be fair, I always stutter around you.” He lets out a nervous laugh, Dad sends him a look causing him to shut up and look down at his hands.
You sigh and hang your head. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Peter’s hands shaking a little bit. Even with Peter being Spiderman, he still shakes when he’s nervous or scared… especially when it comes to your father.
You carefully pull his hand from his lap and place it in yours, your fingers interlaces with his.
“I can’t believe you would do this to me.” Your father finally says. “I went to you for help and gave you a new suit, all access to… some of my lab, and you’re getting a free ride to college from my sponsorship for you.”
“And…” He stops pacing and runs a hand through his hair. “And to say thank you, you… fondue with my daughter.”
“As much as I hate to point this out right now, you knew and approved of Peter and I dating.” You bring up, your dad opens his mouth to speak but closes it.
“But I didn’t approve of you two fondueing.” He smirks.
You let out a scoff while rolling your eyes.
“You shouldn’t be one to scold me about that.” You call out. “And we weren’t doing anything like Peter said.”
“Then why were you getting your shirt back on and why was–” He sighs and facepalms. “–why is he–” He points to a very de-robed Spiderman. “in his underwear?” Peter’s face turns red and he grabs a blanket and covers himself up.
“I was cold and Peter was changing out of his suit.” You defend. “And if we were doing something, you could’ve walked in on a much worse moment.” Peter’s eyes widen and he shrinks down a bit, cringing at what you just said.
“I’m going to pretend you, my sweet little innocent pride and joy, didn’t just say that.” Dad closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “But I’m just going to at least hope you guys are responsible.” He hints, not wanting to fully say to ‘use condoms’. You nod but his eyes are on Peter for that one.
“Peter.” He calls, the young brunette’s head shoots up. “Responsible?”
“What?” He furrows his eyebrows, you nudge his arm and give him a look. “Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course!” He furiously blushes but nods his head.
“Ok.” Dad wipes his sweaty hands on his pants while letting out a deep breath. “So, I’m just going to go then…” He slowly makes his way towards the door. “But if I do happen to come in here later, you both better be clothed and being sickeningly cute couple by cuddling, okay?”
“Yes, sir.” You both nod.
“Good.” He faintly smiles. “I’m going to go now…” He slowly closes the door.
“Bye, Dad.” You wave.
“Bye.” He sits his head back in then goes back to slowly closing the door. “Pizza for dinner.” He announces.
“Alright.” You giggle. ”Bye, Dad.” You repeat.
“Bye.” He whispers, the door fully closing now.
You wait a few seconds to let your father walk away from the door to say anything.
“Soooo…” You speak up. “Want to start the movie?”
“Please.” He stands up, heading to your dresser to start it and get every layer of clothing he can incase your father walks back in.
Your Body Everything is a Weapon Punching, Throwing, and Other Things
Up until now you may have noticed that with one handed swords I draw the free hand tucked in behind the fighter’s back. That wasn’t just me trying to avoid drawing more hands. If you’re not using that arm in a fight, it’s better to keep it back and out of the way rather than making it another target. I’ve also seen it placed on the hip in case it becomes needed, or just waving around in the back. In this chapter we’ll talk about ways that free hand can help. We’ll also be covering throwing the opponent down, and using the pommel of the sword.
Using Your Free Hand:
-Punching Most of the time it’s going to be more practical and efficient to use the sword to make an attack. There will be times though when the defender’s sword is restrained and the attacker doesn’t want to kill their opponent that they may go for a punch. Or maybe they just see an opening and say to hell with it. For your narrative, do whatever feels badass. When defending against fist attacks with your own arm, you’re essentially doing the same thing as you do with your sword. Use the “true edge” of your arm to block then counter attack.
-Grabbing It may seem stupid to grab your opponent’s sword by the blade, but it’s a thing. Swords aren’t lightsabers. You can grab them. There are ways to safely do this without cutting yourself. Other times it’ll just be better to take a shallow cut on the hand to finish the fight. Typically grabs will be done against a blade that’s not in motion. You’re not going to catch a swinging blade. Gloves and gauntlets make grabbing even safer. The sword arm is another thing to grab to control their weapon. Grabs can be turned into disarms. More on that in “Got Your Sword!” (chapter coming soon)
Kicking: I myself have not encountered kicking in fights so take this with some salt. If it happens it probably happens mostly in grappling range. Kicking your foot out without the opponent’s sword controlled is sticking a big target out there. If you don’t throw them off balance enough with the move you’ll be vulnerable while you reset. But for narrative purposes, you can stick with the rule of cool: if it’s cool, go or it!
Using the Pommel: Using the pommel to strike is a good method of dealing a non-lethal blow. It’s most easily done after a yield (see “A Crossing of Blades”). Instead of continuing to spin the blade around, the blade stops it’s turn with the sword pointing down, then rams into the opponent’s face with the back end of the sword. There’s also a way to use the hilt to hook the opponent’s weapon into a disarm. More on that in “Got Your Sword”.
Throwing: To throw an opponent first you need to get close to them. Let’s assume that’s been done. Maybe you stepped in during an attack or defense and they didn’t step back. First break their structure to set them off balance by pushing into their face. Pushing up under the chin is especially helpful, lifting them up a bit as well as pushing them back. If you’re pushing with your right arm then your right leg steps behind them, pushing your hip into theirs. Now turn then beg the legs. Turning will push them back over your leg, tripping them. Even a small person can take out a bigger person like this. The key thing to remember is that if you’re set up to throw them, they can turn it around and throw you instead by getting their leg behind your’s. So be quick about unbalancing them.
Here’s just one version of a throw. Another version is done with the opponents facing each other. Another involves lifting the victim’s leg. Some throws involve using your weapon as leverage, pushing the hilt to break their structure.
Cloaks and Capes: This is another area I’m not personally experienced in and would encourage you to look up if it appeals to you. But so that you know the option is available, capes were often used for defences with things like grabbing swords with the hand protected by the cape, or tangling the opponents sword. Sometimes it was used just as a decoy to cover movements like a matador. Look it up sometime if your fighter wears a cape. They don’t just look cool and keep you warm.
Literally Anything: Think Jackie Chan. Literally anything can be used as a weapon with a little creativity. Swing a bike at people, throw things, kick up dirt, bite, push over bookshelves. Take a look at the environment. Maybe throw a chair in your attacker’s path as you back away making them stumble. Maybe the hero opens the coral of an angry bull the moment they look to be cornered. There’s a low hanging branch to be pulled back and slapped forward. There’s a cliff to corner them on or a wall to push them up against. Carpets can be pulled out from under people’s feet. Hot tea! Pepper! Sink holes! Go nuts!
•the crunch of leaves in the middle of fall when they get stepped or jumped on
•The nip of the chilly winter air biting at your nose
•the crackling of the fire when another piece of kindling is thrown in
•short bursts of poetry combined with pictures that have no relation to them
•the burning feeling you get when you stare at something too long
•the warm mist of tea as it cumulates on the cup while you inhale the scent
•instantly messing up the art that some barista put a lot of work into when they give you your drink
•the crisp gliding of yellow book pages as you turn them
•the comforting feeling that comes with light rain and cloudy skies
•lots of snow in one night that immediately melts into a giant puddle the next day
•pondering over whether or not the entire human race is just an au or not
•the way your lips subconsciously part as you slowly lean in to kiss someone
•little mason jars filled with jam and little sprigs of parsley that have a bandanna tied around the center
•sighing as you breathe in the smell of your freshly cleaned laundry
•the intoxicating feeling you get when you get to stay home from school
•the quiet hissing of metal against skin
•sticky beads of sweat that roll across your forehead when you overthink something repeatedly
•piping hot chocolate the nearly scalds your tongue because you weren’t paying to attention and you didn’t cool it off
•feeling content and happy when you think that someone made you loads of flower crowns out of whatever was available (then realizing that they got it at a gift shop outside of town)
•perfectly shaved legs rubbing against freshly dried sheets
•staying up until 3am on a school night
•man buns & half shaved heads
•the anxiety that comes with college applications and sats
•sobbing over the fact that “DEAN MADE CAS A MIXTAPE, A MIXTAPE!!!”
•obsessively posting random crap on tumblr that people somehow like
•lumpy space princess thinking that she’s the shit
•the last phone charger breaking only a week after the headphones
•jamming out to 1975 in your underwear on a stormy Tuesday afternoon
•reading Harry Potter and, “fuck you dumbledore.”
•gorging on Chinese food while watching the entire series of friends in the span of a single weekend
•listening to Halsey and feeling angsty and badass as fuck
•snuggling closer into the covers while curling your toes as you fall asleep
•going to Starbucks and ordering one of those “pumpkin lattes” just to be an “annoying ass White person”
•wearing crystal necklaces that supposedly give you “strength” and other shit
•going to sleep until 3pm because you just don’t give a fuck
•the silent internal screaming that happens whenever it’s finals week
•warm laughter that occurs when a stupid yet meaningful joke is told
•blaring pop music until ears went numb
•always using emojis that make no sense to the conversation
•the painful howls of wolves when the full moon peeks out
•sucking cherries off of their stems only to eat the stems as well
•browsing through various otp prompts but never writing about any of them
•wearing eyeglasses in the dark and feeling like such a badass
•lipstick stains across dusty bathroom mirrors in a secondhand supermarket
•randomly placed books in the wrong section of the library than where they’re supposed to be
•screaming along to three days grace in hello kitty pajamas on a hot Wednesday night in the middle of summer
•learning languages only to do nothing with the newfound knowledge
•speaking through glances and hushed tones
•the crinkle of candy wrappers between fingers when their squished as they get thrown away
•thor’s smile as he watches his bf dizee live his dream
•naming a cat queso just because of that one time and that one Mexican restaurant
•leather jackets being thrown over shoulders as their wearers saunter down the hallway
•the smell of cinnamon and apple wrapped up in pure sugar
•Baz attacking the mole on Simon’s neck as if it were a target
•cursing someone out in another language
•"we saw the same sunset.“
•the exhausting moment when you get up and go to the bathroom early in the morning and you trip, and you just kinda lay there
•the squeaks of mattresses that happen when a hoard of people jump on them
•the life or death moment when you can’t get to your phone in time and it’s about to die
•crying as “Talking To The Moon” by Bruno Mars plays in a bar at 2am on a loop
•sighing when you realize that you made several grammatical errors in your writing and your already turned it in
•the sound of sneakers screeching against newly waxed gym floors