for real though sometimes i get excited when i see insects

Stay Off The Grass

I knew the minute he stepped into the classroom that we were going to be friends. In the same way animals are drawn to others of their own kind, I recognized a fellow member of the nerd species and knew that if we were to survive middle school, we’d have to stick together. He was a large kid in every sense of the word, bespectacled, with the kind of uneven haircut that only comes from an overconfident mom who saw it done on YouTube once. The teacher introduced him as Jeremy Clyde and directed him to the only empty seat in the back of the class. I tried to offer a friendly smile as he shuffled past, but he stared resolutely at his feet, as if making eye contact with anyone would declare it open season for bullying. Sorry, Jeremy, I thought sadly, but you’ve practically got a target on your back whether you look up or not.

As I had suspected, it didn’t take long for the more popular kids to start prodding each other and pointing to Jeremy when the teacher’s back was turned. They were giggling quietly and whispering nastily behind their hands. When one noticed my not-so-subtle attempts to listen in, he leaned forward and told me to mind my own business. My efforts earned me a hard, painful flick to my ear. Jeremy sat there stoically all the while, even when they started peppering him with little paper balls. When the bell rang, he gathered up his things and lumbered out of the class as quickly as he could.

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Life is Strange ~ Ships asks!

This is for @max-amber ! Thank you for the asks!! Here’s the answer to all 3 :D

~ CAULSCOTT ~
Drinks all the coffee:
Maaaaax. OMG. Nathan gets so upset, too. But then he sees her big blue eyes light up with that freckled pouty face and he’s putty in her hands. He then gets his fill of coffee-flavored kisses. The cycle continues.

Brings up adopting a pet:
Max hints every now and then at getting a puppy, but after the way Pompidou acted around him, Nathan’s a bit skeptical. Still, he takes her to the pet store/adoption agency and enjoys watching her cute expressions at all the different animals. He can’t help but fall in love with all the kittens. :3

Kills the bugs:
They both freak out and argue over who needs to do the deed depending on the type of bug. Spider? Max hands Nathan a shoe and he rolls his eyes, taking care of it with an annoyed growl. Centipede? Fuck that shit, Nate’s out. Max beats it to a pulp JUUUST to be sure it’s dead. Wasps? It lives for another day. They lock themselves in the bathroom and snuggle in their big bathtub until it goes away…which really doesn’t solve the problem, but they don’t mind.

Cooks the meals:
Nathan enjoys cooking for Max, especially breakfast in bed. He feels so proud when she says it’s even better than Joyce’s cooking. He knows she’s lying out her ass, but is proud nevertheless. Max tries so hard, but always ends up burning something. Nathan tries to help her, things get sensual, and everything burns anyway :P

Starts getting into holidays way before they should:
Max loves the holidays and will literally coat the entire house in anything and everything for the advertised month. The moment Nathan wakes up with candy hearts or fake snow on his person is where he draws the line. During Christmas, she retaliates with mistletoe and thats all she wrote.

Initiate the couples selfies:
Really? You have to ask? Nathan’s such a grump sometimes when she does it, too. Max often takes chances with inopportune times or times when Nathan isn’t quite prepared.

Forgets the birthdays and anniversaries:
Max wonders why Nathan has set up the house so nice and arranged a beautiful dinner before realizing it’s their anniversary, and Nathan would wondery why Max was on the phone with said birthday person ALL. DAMN. DAY. Especially if it was Chloe. They’re both forgetful at times lol. They forgive each other, though.

Always ends up with too much junk food after shopping:
After a few trips, Nathan has to go with Max to the store and secretly put back all the “no-no’s” she places in the cart. He can’t help but smile when her face contorts into confusion at the lack of “groceries” at the checkout.

Nicknames the other
I…don’t really know what they’d call each other. Though, even if they were married and Max took his last name, I can still see him calling her “Caulfield.” XD


~ AMBERPRICE ~
Drinks all the coffee:
Chloe. I can see Rachel as more of a tea kind of gal. Rachel’s still more wired than Chloe, even after Chloe drinks several cups. Rachel’s hugs and snuggles and kisses calms her down, though, if she’s grumpy. :3

Brings up adopting a pet:
Rachel doesn’t just bring it up, she demands that they get a dog. Pompidou just isn’t enough puppy love for that girl! Chloe’s more of a dog person as well, so she gives into her charms rather easily.

Kills the bugs:
Both them bad bitches don’t fuck around when it comes to killing bugs. Like hell are they gonna let some little insects mess with their–wait. Is that a spider?! *”Fuck This Shit I’m Out” plays as they bail.*

Cooks the meals:
They both try so damn hard, but no matter what, they mess something up or make a huge mess. Chloe pesters Joyce to make them breakfast instead, much to Joyce’s chagrin.

Starts getting into holidays way before they should:
Chloe secretly sets up things while Rachel sleeps, excited to see her angel’s face when she wakes up. She especially loves Easter and hiding eggs around the house. It’s a time for them to feel like little kids. Sometimes, Max joins in and everything is too perfect.

Initiates the couples selfies:
Rachel loves taking photographs of herself, especially if it’s with her Chloe. Most of the time Chloe is caught off guard, but she never minds, loving the real-ness of the moment they capture.

Forgets the birthdays and anniversaries:
Both of them forget EVERYTHING. They often buy celebratory things for themselves whenever they DO remember, forgetting about the event…again.

Always ends up with too much junk food after shopping:
Rachel and Chloe give no fucks when shopping, even if they end up with a cart full of Oreos and Nutella. They swear to one day eat healthier…one day.

Nicknames the other:
While Chloe calls Rachel “angel,” I can see Rachel calling Chloe her “little bluebird.” :3


~ GRAHAMFIELD ~
Drinks all the coffee:
I can see Warren as an energy drink kind of guy, so Max most definitely. He loves to snuggle her and absorb her scent mixed with mocha afteward.

Brings up adopting a pet:
Both of them tiptoe around the idea until one day they pass an adoption center/pet store. They stop in and can’t decide on a dog or a cat. Warren jokes about getting an exotic pet, and somehow they end up coming home with a lizard XD

Kills the bugs:
White Knight Warren to the rescue! However, if it’s an interesting enough specimen, he’ll capture it and keep it in his growing collection. As much as she wants to, Max can’t stay mad at him. She just tells him to keep them as far away from her as possible and in air-tight containers.

Warren: “But they can’t breathe if–”
Max: “AIR. TIGHT. WARREN. PLEASE.”

Cooks the meals:
Warren is so adamant about letting him cook for her, but sometimes he can go overboard with how accurate every recipe has to be. She helps him and relaxes his nerves and they indulge in delicious baked goods and hearty meals. :D

Starts getting into holidays way before they should:
WARREN. OH MY GOD. Max has to keep him from going overboard, even though she loves the holidays as well and can go crazy with decorations.

Initiate the couples selfies:
Both of them love to! They love taking goofy and sweet photos and making all the memories possible!! <3

Forgets the birthdays and anniversaries:
Max gets so wrapped up with everything that she often forgets more than Warren. He never holds it against her, though. He often puts funny, well-placed post-its around the house to remind her.

Always ends up with too much junk food after shopping:
Warren gives Max that face whenever she comes home with a heaping pile of unhealthy snacks. He then makes sure to eat them all for her. Max tackles him and shares Hershey “kisses” with him for revenge.

Nicknames the other:
Max embarrassingly calls Warren her “graham cracker” and he can’t help but look like a little school kid every time she does so. He loves her so damn much X3

Creepypasta #979: I Learned What Lurks In The Grass

Length: Super long

I knew the minute he stepped into the classroom that we were going to be friends. In the same way animals are drawn to others of their own kind, I recognized a fellow member of the nerd species and knew that if we were to survive middle school, we’d have to stick together. He was a large kid in every sense of the word, bespectacled, with the kind of uneven haircut that only comes from an overconfident mom who saw it done on YouTube once. 

The teacher introduced him as Jeremy Clyde and directed him to the only empty seat in the back of the class. I tried to offer a friendly smile as he shuffled past, but he stared resolutely at his feet, as if making eye contact with anyone would declare it open season for bullying. Sorry, Jeremy, I thought sadly, but you’ve practically got a target on your back whether you look up or not.

As I had suspected, it didn’t take long for the more popular kids to start prodding each other and pointing to Jeremy when the teacher’s back was turned. They were giggling quietly and whispering nastily behind their hands. When one noticed my not-so-subtle attempts to listen in, he leaned forward and told me to mind my own business. My efforts earned me a hard, painful flick to the ear. Jeremy sat there stoically all the while, even when they started peppering him with little paper balls. When the bell rang, he gathered up his things and lumbered out of the class as quickly as he could.

I didn’t see him again until lunch, when I found him sitting alone in the cemented corner of the quad by the trash bins. He squinted up at me when my shadow fell across the book he was reading and frowned.

“Hi.” I said.

“Hi?”

“Can I sit with you?”

“Why?” He was genuinely surprised by my request, maybe even a little suspicious that I was up to something.

I shrugged, “I usually sit with my friend, Ben, but he’s not here today.” I didn’t add that, without Ben, I’d have to eat alone. It was too pathetic.

“Ok.” He still seemed a bit reluctant, but I sat down on the concrete beside him and unpacked my PB&J. I could tell he was watching me out of the corner of his eye, waiting for the punchline to come.

“Whatcha reading?” I asked around a mouthful of my sandwich.

“It’s about a boy and a bear.”

“Cool.”

It took about a week before Jeremy believed that I wasn’t playing an extended joke on him. He was quiet at first, but when I, and then Ben after he came back to school, kept joining him at the trash bins for lunch every day, he opened up. 

He was a smart kid and knew all sorts of things about superheroes and insects and video games. He had a new book every day and would give us the highlights of the most exciting parts. Before coming to our school, he’d been homeschooled by his mom, which explained a lot, and he didn’t have any friends other than me and Ben. 

There was no denying that Jeremy was a little weird, but so were we, and we formed a friendship based in that mutual weirdness.

“Batman would totally win!” I argued during one of our lunches, the only one in Camp Wayne.

Jeremy and Ben scoffed at me like I was crazy. I had just prepared my best counterpoint that surely would have launched Batman to victory, even to them, when the warning bell rang. Usually we were all waiting outside our class at least five minutes prior to the bell to avoid being tardy, but today we’d lost track of time. 

We scrambled to pack up our things and Ben and I decided to cut across the quad’s yard, the most direct route back. Jeremy, however, kept to the concrete walkway. It wound all the way around the quad and crossed in front of the cafeteria before turning into the classroom hallway.

“What’re you doing, man?” We called over our shoulder to him, “Come on, we’re going to be late!”

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Mint Chocolate Chip

Author: @piecesofscully

Rated: Mature / Strong R

Timeline: Season 4-5ish

A/N: thank you @2momsmakearight for the quickie last minute beta, and the pep talks. <3


Scully’s apartment

3:43am

When she’s cold she shivers with the force of an avalanche rumbling down a mountain face in the Rockies; when she’s hot she perspires so profusely she’s sure she’ll soon be as dehydrated and ashen as the Sahara.  Most nights, however, it’s the cold that plagues her recently frail frame that she finds nearly unrecognizable, sending goosebumps freckling across the surface of her skin. It’s in her protruding collarbones, her jutting hip bones, her visible ribcage that the cancer presents itself, her body now foreign to her.  

Tonight her teeth chatter as she climbs out of bed, clicking persistently as she wraps a throw blanket around herself and pads quietly to the thermostat in the dark hallway, pressing the ‘up’ button multiple times until she’s flooded with excitement at hearing the furnace kick on and warm air gush through the vents.    

The elation quickly fades as her stomach begins to burn like the underbelly of a volcano, the hot lava of her bile churning within her, the pressure building so greatly until finally her simple dinner of chicken noodle soup and a cup of coffee spills forcefully into the porcelain basin of the toilet.  Tears flood her eyes, blurring her vision as she blindly reaches for the knob and flushes the contents down.  Stifling a cough with a hand towel, she crosses to the sink rinse the acrid taste from her mouth, to cool the burning in her throat.  

Her reflection in the mirror startles her as it stares back brightly, causing her to gasp.  Her eyes are a brilliantly bright blue against the bloodshot sclera, and the darkness that has settled underneath her lower lashes still remains, but tonight it’s different.  Tonight her skin glistens like dew under the light that hangs over the sink.  

A soft grunt and the rustling of her sheets in her bedroom catches her attention, and she pauses abruptly, listening.  After a few moments of silence, she indulges in one last glance in the mirror.  No longer does she see just a woman consumed with illness.  For the first time in ages she sees a wanted woman, a woman wearing a post-coital glow.

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Sacrificial Love | Naruto

prompt: Hey! :3 Can you write Naruto sacrificing himself for his kids (like Minato did)? [Submitted by Anonymous]

pairing: Family love.

notes: Whoever you are anon, you have ripped my heart out, why would you do this to me? But better yet, why would I even write this?? 

“Tousan, why?” Boruto tried hard to keep the tears in that forced their way down his cheeks anyway while a firm grip latched desperately onto his younger sister who’s shoulders shook with her sobbing.

“T-Touchan!” Naruto’s little girl yelled, clutching onto the cold hard ground which she had fallen on, a waterfall of tears falling from her eyes. 

Their father turned, his signature crocked smile was smeared with blood and his eyes that once held blue universes had turned to milky grey as death approached. But his mouth parted, “Because I love you." 

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