hey remember when i made things

trc characters as things people at my school have said
  • blue: he has a trump sticker! ram him!
  • gansey: hey remember when i almost died on multiple occasions? good times
  • adam: i'm not driving the struggle bus. i'm driving the struggle camper.
  • ronan: *listening to irish music, comes to a slow song* this one isn't lit. *skips to faster song* this one is
  • noah: i'm made of vanilla, cinnamon, and dead bodies.
  • henry: what's your favorite position in bed *answering his own question* right next to the wall so i can charge my phone
  • bonus! kavinsky: it's alright, i wanted to burn stuff too.

While Bruce was lost in time, Tim would call his phone a lot. Even though he knew he’d never get an answer, just hearing Bruce’s voice over the voicemail was comforting. It let him feel, just for a moment, like maybe things were still normal, even though they weren’t. And sometimes he would leave messages, just so it felt like he was talking to him again. When Bruce got back, he found hundreds of messages on his answering machine, all from Tim.

“Hey, Bruce, it’s Tim. So uh, Dick made Damian Robin. He just… fired me. Just like that. *a deep breath* You know, I remember that time when you said that Robin would never be taken away from me, but I guess things are different now. Now I don’t really know what I’m going to do. *sigh* If you were here I’d probably just go ask you for advice, but that’s not really an option anymore, huh? *a humorless chuckle* …I thought the others would be on my side, help me try to find you, but they think I’m just grieving. They won’t even let me explain. And the funny thing is I don’t even blame them, because the more I tell myself again and again that you’re out there somewhere, the more it sounds like I’m just crazy. And I probably am, but… I know you’re alive. They don’t believe me, but I know. *a sniffle* Uh, I have to go, so… Bye, Bruce.” *click*

“Hi, Bruce. Me again. It’s already been a month since you’ve been gone. Or, at least I think it is. I don’t really know anymore. I’m still searching, in case you were wondering. I haven’t given up. I won’t give up. Everyone else has, but… I dunno, I guess they can afford to. They have other things to keep them going, so I guess they can afford to accept you’re gone. Don’t know if that says more about them or me. *halfhearted snort* *in the background, another voice asking Tim who he’s talking to* Nobody, Tam. Just… -it’s nobody. *back into the phone* I-I gotta go, so uh, talk to you later.” *click*

“It’s Tim again. I wonder what number message this is. Doesn’t really matter, I guess. So uh, I have to leave in a few hours. I’m gonna fight Ra’s. If you were here you’d probably tell me not to, because I’ll get killed. But you’re not here, and-and that’s why I have to. *long pause* You’d be right, though. I know I’m no match for him, and I know I won’t last for long, so I’ll probably die tonight. But even if he does kill me… it’ll be worth it. So uh, goodbye, I guess. And if this is my last message and I do die, then I just want you to know- *voice crack* *shaky breath* I just want you to know that I’m okay with it. Because at least it’s me rather than you. …Goodbye, Bruce.” *click*

Bruce listens to hundreds of other messages just like this, each one more heartbreaking than the last. When he’s finished, he clears them all, and then he picks up the phone again to call Tim.

Nursing Facts (that didn’t make any textbook cut)

1. Instinct will save your patient, it will save your coworker’s you’re covering for, and it will save your own ass.

2. If a doctor asks you to do something and it feels wrong, it probably is. See #1.

3. Patients lie, families lie, everybody lies.. sniff out the truth with your detective nose.

4. If you even mention you hate taking one type of case to a charge nurse you don’t get along with, guaranteed you will see nothing but those cases once word gets out.

5. Some of the strongest nurses, the people you would inherently trust with your patients, your family, your loved ones, yourself with - aren’t preceptors, they aren’t charge nurses, they are likely the neighboring nurse who never gets the unit award, but everyone wishes silently would be the nurse if they were to ever look up frightened from a stretcher.

6. Half the shit you do in Nursing school isn’t reality, and you won’t always have time to do it in the same way; but that doesn’t mean you’re compromising care, quality or integrity of your profession. It just means you’ve found a more proficient, effective, and just as safe way to do it that textbook authors won’t admit to.

7. You do actually have a choice to speak up when someone is intensely rude to you, despite what surveyors, management, and all the circus of politically correct people will tell you - there isn’t a law or standard of practice in nursing that says take all the crap from people and stay silent. Setting boundaries with patients, families, and coworkers doesn’t mean you’re disrespectful, it means you respect yourself and your place in this profession.

8. Protect your patients, but protect your license just as hard - you can’t protect anyone if you’re not protecting yourself.

9. Nursing management often complains the loudest about things they’ve forgotten how to do themselves.

10. You can make mistakes, have a snitty day, be off point, miss all the IV’s, miss a subtle sign in diagnosis,  and wish you’d chosen another career - but it doesn’t take away from the days that you’re the one to catch someone’s error before it harms their patient, or their license, it doesn’t take away from the days when you sort of think in the back of your mind, I simply love what I do,  it doesn’t take away from the all the times you snagged an impossible IV, but no one really needed to see it for it to feel good, it doesn’t take away from all the moments you caught subtleties that made you remember why nursing is a vital piece of hospital function, and it doesn’t take away from the moments you reminded yourself that hey, it’s a good thing to stick with this profession that you never quite know what to expect of next.

And none of that will ever make any textbook.

I WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR WITH YOU, THE AIR WAS COLD, BUT SOMETHING BOUT IT FELT LIKE HOME SOMEHOW AND I LEFT MY SCARF THERE AT YOUR SISTER’S HOUSE AND YOU STILL GOT IT IN YOUR DRAWER WVEB NOW. OH YOUR SWEET DISPOSITION AND MY WIDE EYED GAZE, WE’RE SINGING IN THE CAR GETTING LOST UPSTATE. THE AUTUMN LEAVES FALLING DOWN LIKE PIECES INTO PLACE AND I CAN PICTURE IT AFTER ALL THESE DAYS. AND I KNOW IT’S LONG GONE AND THAT MAGIC’S NOT HERE NO MORE AND I MIGHT BE OKAY BUT I’M NOT FINE AT ALL. CAUSE THERE WE ARE AGAIN ON THAT LITTLE TOWN STREET. YOU ALMOST RAN THE RED CAUSE YOU WERE LOOKING OVER AT ME. WIND IN MY HAIR, I WAS THERE, I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL. PHOTO ALBUM ON THE COUNTER, YOUR CHEEKS WERE TURNING RES, YOU USED TO BE A LITTLE KID WITH GLASSES IN A TWIN SIZE BED. AND YOUR MOTHER’S TELLING STORIES ABOUT YOU ON A TEE BALL TEAM, YOU TELL ME BOUT YOUR PAST THINKING YOUR FUTURE WAS ME. AND I KNOW IT’S LONG GONE AND THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE I COULD AND I FORGET ABOUT YOU LONG ENOUGH TO FORGET WHY I NEEDED TO. CAUSE THERE WE ARE AGAIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, WE DANCE AROUND THE KITCHEN IN THE REFRIGERATOR LIGHT. DOWN THE STAIRS, I WAS THERE, I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL, YEAH. MAYBE WE GOT LOST IN TRANSLATION, MAYBE I ASKED FOR TOO MUCH AND MAYBE THIS THING WAS A MASTERPIECE TIL YOU TORE IT ALL UP. RUNNING SCARED, I WAS THERE, I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL. HEY, YOU CALL ME UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE, SO CASUALLY CRUEL IN THE NAME OF BEING HONEST, I’M A CRUMPLED UP PIECE OF PAPER LYING HERE CAUSE I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL. TIME WON’T FLY, IT’S LIKE I’M PARALYZED BY IT, I’D LIKE TO BE MY OLD SELF AGAIN, BUT I’M STILL TRYING TO FIND IT. AFTER PLAID SHIRT DAYS AND NIGHTS WHEN YOU MADE ME YOUR OWN, NOW YOU MAIL BACK MY THINGS AND I WALK HOME ALONE. BUT YOU KEEP MY OLD SCARF FROM THAT VERY FIRST WEEK, CAUSE IT REMINDS YOU OF INNOCENCE AND IT SMELLS LIKE ME. YOU CAN’T GET RID IF IT CAUSE YOU REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL, YEAH. CAUSE THERE WE ARE AGAIN, WHEN I LOVED YOU SO, BACK BEFORE YOU LOST THE ONE REAL THING YOU’VE EVER KNOW . IT WAS RARE, I WAS THERE, I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL. WIND IN MY HAIR, YOU WERE THERE, YOU REMEMBER IT ALL, DOWN THE STAIRS, YOU WERE THERE, YOU REMEMBER IT ALL, IT WAS RARE, I WAS THERE, I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL.

AND YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT REPUTATION IS BETTER THAN THIS???????????

Blame It On The Alcohol

Pairing/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings:
angst, jealous!Bucky (lmao bitch u know what’s comin next), SMUT, unprotected sexy time (donut be silly, wrap that willy u kno)
Summary:
Bucky gives into his jealousy and confesses his love for you
Word Count:  
1.9k+
A/N:
Part 2 of Tequila Works Wonders!!!!! I’d like to thank the Steve to my Bucky, @sickplanets for giving me the idea for the smut! Thanks you homo, all the homoeroticas for you from me :*

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Originally posted by squishedbyseb

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Catfish: Part 1

Fandom: Marvel (Tinder AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’ve been single for a while and it seems like old-fashion dating isn’t working for you. You go to your last resort: Tinder. You come across this guy, James, who seems really nice, but is skeptical about meeting you in person. You’re really dying to know why.

A/N: Photo of Chris doesn’t belong to me. I found it via google. And the pic will make sense when you read the story. Also, i hate myself for coming up with yet another series instead of finishing my other ones. I’m gonna TRY to keep this under 3 parts. Let’s hope I could do that….

Originally posted by caps-bucky


You drag yourself into your apartment with your purse and heels in hand, “Another bust?”

Your friend and roommate, Pietro Maximoff asked, “Yeah,” You mumbled as you flopped face first into the couch.

Pietro sighed and made his way to the couch. He pinched your butt, “Up.” You groaned as you sat up and rested your head on his shoulder.

You let out a sigh, “I don’t think dating is for me, P. I think I’m going to remain single my whole life and live with a bunch of cats and dogs to keep me company.”

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It’s a little after Story and Song and the first birthday Angus has as part of the group, and Taako completely blanks. He hasn’t gotten Angus a present. He almost misses the party entirely. Angus thinks it’s some kind of joke at first, admittedly one of the crueler ones, when he asks Taako what day it is and Taako keeps saying some variation of “I don’t know, little man, Tuesday?” Finally Angus has to just tell him, and he waits for Taako to tell him that of course it is, or to brush it off like it’s nothing.

Taako freezes. He mutters a couple of curses under his breath that were not quite low enough to keep Angus from hearing, and Angus realizes that Taako has actually forgotten. Angus is pretty sure he told Taako at some point, he’s almost certain some of the others would have gotten Taako to help with the party, but Taako has still forgotten. And his expression must have shown his disappointment, because Taako is quick to promise an entire day out the next day, to make up for it - Angus can pick out his own present and everything. 

Taako honors his promise with minimal exasperation or over-the-top annoyance, and Angus knows that Taako is genuinely sorry (even if he doesn’t say it). They do every single activity Angus wants to do, and when they get back Angus introduces his belated birthday present to the rest of the group - a tiny black kitten with a little red collar. He and Magnus are playing with the kitten in the living room while Lup and Taako cook dinner for everyone a few feet away in the kitchen. Lup keeps ribbing Taako about forgetting the birthday.

“Hey, get off my back, I made up for it!” His tone isn’t upset, but joking, like it usually is when he and Lup are “arguing.” “I forget that some people like to do the birthday thing.”

Lup doesn’t answer immediately, except for the clatter of the plate that she drops. “You fucking what.”

It takes a minute, but Angus remembers the stories about the extravagant celebrations the twins would throw for their own birthday, usually lasting for a full week because one day shared between them was not enough. When he looks up, Angus realizes that Magnus looks shocked as well.

“Oh.” He can tell from Taako’s tone that Taako has just remembered, too.

How many.” Lup’s voice is angry - not “I’m angry at you Taako” angry but “I’m angry because you were alone and I hate that” angry. Lup was that kind of angry pretty often.

“All of them? Since the last one we had together, anyway.” And just like that dinner is abandoned in favor of take-out, and they’re planning another party, a big one, even though it’s nowhere near Taako and Lup’s birthday. Because there’s all the time in the world, now, and they’ll have as many birthday parties as they want - even if they’re very, very belated.

Don’t Deserve Me - Bryce Walker

Bryce Walker x reader

Request: “can you do one where the reader was dating [Bryce] and found out what he did and is horrified that she even dated him and apologizes to Jessica, Hannah’s parents, Hannah at her grave after dumping him in front of the entire school?”

WARNINGS: Cursing


Originally posted by irisgibbins

I woke up to sound of my phone ringing on my bed side table. I groan and grab it sitting up.

“Hello?” I said hoarsely.

“Heyyy sexy, wake your fine ass up!” Bryce screamed in my ear. It was obvious he was with his friends at 7 in the morning. I rolled my eyes, he always act different when he’s with them.

“First stop yelling, and why did you wake me up, I don’t have to be to school till 9:30 babe”

I get up since I’m already wide awake and click on my TV.

“Because I’m going to pick you up so we can come to my place first”

Really sex before school Bryce? Leave it to him to have dumb ideas

“No way babe, and plus I already said Tony can drive me.”

“Tony?” I heard his friends laughing in the background, “why is Tony giving you a ride home, you want to fuck him instead?”

Again I heard his friends laughing and I wanted to hang up the phone and call back when he’s by himself. 

“You sound stupid babe, Tony is gay.”

There was a silence followed by an “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. But I’ll call you later cause I need to start getting ready since I’m already up.”

“Okay, text me when you get into that creeps car.”

Again I rolled my eyes cause now he’s just being an ass.

“Good-bye by Bryce, see you by your locker”

“Okay sex-”

I hang up and start making up my bed. When I heard the news talking about Hannah on the TV I froze. I turned it up and glued my eyes to the picture of the beautiful girl on the screen. Even after weeks, I still find myself crying. Me and Clay were so close to her. Hell, me and Jeff were the ones to practically throw them together. I didn’t even know she was down that path and I hated myself for it. What kind of friend doesn’t see when another needs help?

I wiped my face, not even realizing I was crying and started getting dressed. I went downstairs and made a quick bowl of cereal while I waited for Tony.

As I scrolled through my news feed seeing things like ‘Hannah Never Forgotten’ and “Always Remembered’ I laughed cause none of them even gave her the time of day. I then got a text from Tony saying he’s outside. I grab my bag and jog down the steps to his bright mustang. I open his door and is welcome by his smile.

“Hey T” I smile

“Hey y/n/n”

He drives off as we start small talking about stuff like his boyfriend and this crazy project Ms.Kirchen is having us doing. In the middle of our conversation, my phone starts blowing up with texts from Bryce. Tony’s face changed, but then again it always changes when I bring up anything about Bryce.

“Okay Tony, stop holding your tongue.”

“I don’t know what your talking about” 

“Your a terrible liar, I know you don’t like him. A lot of people don’t, but they don’t know the real him.”

“Y/n…”

“I mean come on he’s not that bad…”

“Y/n…”

“I mean sure he can be an ass sometimes but who isn’t…”

“Y/n….”

Everyone’s an ass, that’s what led Hannah t-”

“Y/N!!!”

I stopped rambling to catch my breath and hold my anger. The anger isn’t even towards Tony not liking Bryce. It’s to everything.

“I have to show you something” he whispers. 

“Show me what”

He doesn’t say anything, he just pulls the car over and goes through his car compartment. 

“Tony show me what?”

Again, total silence as he picks up some tape labeled ‘12′ and put it into his tape player. 

“Tony your worr-” my ears got the best of my mouth as I heard a voice I thought I’d never hear in my life. More importantly who the person was talking about.

It was Hannah….

Talking about Bryce.

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I storm into school, my faced painted in tears not even caring that people are staring at me. I need to find Bryce. Now. I push people out my way and look down every hall until I find him by Justin’s locker with his little crew. I storm to his side, anger and disgust in my eyes. He looks at me and smile, obviously not understanding how much I hate him right now.

“Hey baby, what’s up, little Tony touched you?”

His friends started dying, but Zach sensed something else.

“Bro I don’t think sh-”

“How could you!” I screamed.

Now I got people’s attention, including Bryce’s.

“Babe w-what are you talking ab-”

“Don’t call me that you prick!”

“Calm down and let’s go somewhere else to talk about thi-” he tried to grab my arm when he noticed people gathering around looking at the scene.

“Don’t fucking touch me you..you RAPIST!”

People started whispering and Bryce’s faced got red.

“Are you okay? what is wrong with you rela-”

“Don’t tell me to relax! You raped Hannah Baker!” I pushed him with every word I said, tears and anger coming out of me.

“Your acting crazy!”

I kept pushing him into his locker screaming curse words and scratching at him. People recording and being dumbfounded. 

“Your fucking disgusting!” I screamed “I fucking hate you” I kicked at him “fucking RAPIST!”

I kept hitting him as he shielded himself. I kept screaming, yelling, and kicking until I felt a pair of hands pulling me off.

“WE ARE FUCKING OVER! YOU SICK PERV!”

I kept screaming until I was pulled around the corner. I heard teachers yelling “go to class” and “break it up”. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I felt betrayed and disgusted like I needed 1,000 showers. Jessica. Hannah. Bryce. Fucking Bryce. He raped them, both of them. Tony stopped pulling me and started talking to me, but I couldn’t hear him. It’s like his voice was blurred out as I saw Jessica down the hall looking at me. I apologized and ran from Tony towards Jessica and started rambling and crying.

“I’m so sorry! I’m so so sorry! I swear I didn’t know, I didn’t! I would have never even dated hi-”

She cut me off with a tight hug “It’s okay y/n. I didn’t know either.”

We both were crying on each other shoulders and hugging. I needed this hug. I felt so used, so disgusted with him and with myself for even being with him. I heard he was not a person to date but I didn’t listen. I suddenly needed to do something important.

“Jessica?”

“Yeah”

“Can you take me somewhere?”

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She didn’t have a headstone yet. Just a piece of paper with her name written perfectly on it. Jessica stood behind me as a knelled beside her grave. My tears fell endlessly as I look down at her, realizing that Bryce, my boy- ex boyfriend was one of the causes of her death. He broke her. I then broke down. 

“I-I’m s-so sorry Hannah” I cry.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you, you will not die for nothing.”

With that I took a necklace out my wallet. It was the other half of the friendship necklaces she gave us. It was on my porch the night she died and I didn’t find it till the day after. I let her down. I let her down by not knowing. But not anymore. I set her necklace down on her grave as I held on to mine.

“I love you Hannah” I whispered.

I got up and brushed the dirt off my pants still looking at her name. 

“Where do you wanna go now?” Jessica asked nicely. I breathed in and turned around towards her. I know exactly where I wanna go.

“The police.”

“Aw, we aren’t strangers!” Fresh immediately interjected. “Ya seem pretty rad, lil broski, how’s about we be friends instead?”
Decans eyes widened even further, a small gasp slipping out. “R-really?” he blurted. At the confirming nod, the tiniest hints of a smile started to tug at the corners of his mouth. “I haven’t had a friend before.”’

Okay, so I seriously love the whole MCQ verse. It is so very fun to play with. Aaaaand I really have been meaning to get back into writing fanfiction, so welcome to Fresh Start! A MCQ AU where Geno, Error, and Fresh are all adults, and Decans, Asy, and Ink are three tiny little kids that end up running into them. Basically gratuitous domestic fluff because that is my weakness

You can read it here, under the cut, or you can read it on FF.net or AO3 ^^ Hope you enjoy!

MCQverse © @alainaprana
Geno, Error, Fresh © @loverofpiggies
Decans © @little-noko
Asy © @furgemancs
Ink © @comyet/ @myebi

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  • innocent person: hey what's your favorite Taylor Swift lyric?
  • me: HEY you call me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here 'cause I remember it all too well. Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it. I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it. After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own now you mail back my things and I walk home alone....BUT you keep my old scarf from that very first week 'cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like ME. You can't get rid of it 'cause you remember it ALL TOO WELL.
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idk if someone’s written on this thing before but im p sure someone has bc GODDAMN WHO WOULDNT

I just?? I love the context of the necktie-pull. I love that it’s because Viktor’s attention was caught by the audience and Yuuri wanted to remind him that “hey, you’re here to watch me, remember?” When he says that the performance has begun (and oh boy, look at those bedroom eyes lmfao), it adds emphasis to the fact that for every performance, ever since the first time he skated for Viktor, Yuuri wants Viktor’s eyes to be on him and only him.

ep 3:

[additional thing: someone made translation notes on this, saying that the actual translation is closer to “Please keep your eyes on me and only me.”]

ep 6: 

eeyyyy

I love the consistency of it? I love how it evolved- from a hug to clasped hands + forehead-to-forehead contact, to necktie-pulling….god only knows what we’re getting next. Yuuri went from half-shy, still somewhat embarrassed “Watch me, okay?” to 98% confident & sure “Hey, keep your eyes on me, Viktor.” It’s not just an evolution of their relationship- it’s an evolution of Yuuri himself, as he’s getting more and more comfortable in his skin, enough to be able to tell Viktor that hey, you’re my coach and you’re here for me.

i’m just. so damn proud of my boys. SO DAMN PROUD.

Celebrity Relationship Starters

“Who leaked these to the press?" 

"They can’t know about us." 

"Listen, we can’t be seen in public. Just trust me." 

"How can you be with them in public and me in private?" 

"Ugh… the paparazzi are outside again." 

"Wait you want to start a fake relationship?" 

"Did you really think you could cheat on me? The paparazzi see everything" 

"Baby… before you see this I just want you to know that I love you very much, and the tabloids lie about a lot of things." 

"Remember, when we leave you have to pretend to be mad at me for the whole scandal thing, but in advance I still love you." 

"I’m sorry, I want to believe you but these pictures are very convincing." 

"Uh… the paparazzi are outside again. How do you want to sneak out this time?" 

"Do you really think this’ll work? I mean I’ve seen the tabloids." 

"Hey look. Our relationship made the front page." 

"Do you ever think about what our relationship would be like if we were normal?”

“Can we just try to have a normal relationship?”

“Want to sneak away to your/my/our private island this weekend?”

“One weekend out of the public eye is all I’m asking?”

“I want to announce our relationship at the awards ceramony.”

Shayllura hcs
  • Allura is a touch starved lil bean, Shay is more than happy to remedy that
    • Allura esp loves having her hand held by Shay
    • Shay loves it when Allura falls asleep in her arms
  • “I wish you could have met him” [Allura talking about her dad]
    • queue Allura crying and Shay holding her, ensuring her everything will be okay, that she too, would have liked to meet him
    • “he would have loved you, like I do”
    • queue both of them crying now bc this is the first time Allura ever said “I love you” to Shay out loud
  • Double dates with Keith and Lance
    • Lance playfully flirting with Allura,
      • Allura does it back
    • Keith and Shay find it funny at first then tell them to cut it out when it goes a bit too far
    • Both of them apologize and kiss their respective datemates on the cheek
    • Things get sappy
  • “Hey we went to a new planet today, oh I wish you could have been with us, anyways this made me think of you” [Allura]
    • Shay has almost a room full of collections that Allura has brought her from ever planet that she has been on. 
    • She loves each and everyone, and can remember the story behind every one of them
      • When she’s missing her she’ll spend some time in that room
  • Shay has really only given Allura one thing, and that’s a heart shaped Balmeran crystal. The very first crystal Shay found and was able to receive from the Balmera
    • Allura keeps it as a good luck charm
    • She never leaves the castle without it
      • She is afraid something will happen to it though
        • But she feels safer when she has it on her
  • As soon as the war is over that becomes part of their wedding rings
Title: Nerves Can Be a Good Thing
Character: Peter Parker

“Hey, just wanted to leave you a message. I tried calling earlier but no one answered so I thought I’d try again. You’re probably just busy or somethin’, I dunno. But uh, give me a call when you get this, I’m a little worried about you….This is Peter by the way.”

Peter ended the call and tossed his phone onto his bed, taking refuge on the ground while he waited for a potential answer from you. It was Saturday night and the two of you almost always did something together. But in all the times he had tried calling you, there was no answer.

He nearly had a heart attack when his phone started ringing, quickly sitting up and snatching his phone.

“Hello?!”

“Heya, honey.” Aunt May’s voice said over the phone, and Peter could help the frown that settled into his face when he realized it wasn’t you.

“Oh hey, Aunt May.” Peter said, falling back onto the floor.

“Well you sound disappointed, is something the matter?”

“Nah, just expected someone else.”

“Okay, well we can talk about it later if you want. I just wanted to tell you I’m going to be late again, there’s some money on the kitchen table if you want to order some food.”

Peter nodded. “Souds fine, talk to you later.”

Aunt May ended the call and he let the phone drop onto his chest while he sighed deeply. Peter rested his hands behind his head and tried to focus on something else.

Nothing.

After Tony gave him back his spider suit, Peter had been more careful about choosing his battles and spending more of his time being a normal teenager. But, that meant he had a lot of free time to do nothing.

After 45 minutes passed and there still wasn’t word of you, Peter decided to head over to your place and see if everything was alright. It was unlike you to go this long without a simple response to tell him you’d talk later.

Peter checked the time and started to put on his shoes, and in an instant he was out the door.

•~•

The lights were on in your house, so Peter guessed that someone had to be home. Even if one of your parents answered, he could at least ask if you were okay.

Peter straightened out his shirt and ran up to ring the doorbell, rocking back and forth on his feet while he waited for an answer.

“Hey Peter, what are you doing all the way out here?” You said, surprised to find your friend standing on your doorstep this late in the evening.

Peter took a minute to take in your appearance. You were wearing a baggy sweatshirt and jeans, but he noticed that you face was all made up like you had just been somewhere.

He could see your eyeliner that was was beginning to smudge at the ends, telling him that you’d been out for some time.

Peter knew the color of your lips, he also knew that you weren’t one to wear lip stuff if it wasn’t for a special occasion.

“Hey…(Y/n),” He said, trying to figure out what you had been doing. “Are you wearing lipstick?”

Your hand when to touch your mouth and you made a face like you had remembered something important. “Oh yeah, it was for a thing.”

You let Peter inside, he explained all of his messages of worry and that he had come over to make sure you were alright.

“Oh yeah, I was just doing a thing and my phone was on silent for most of it, then when I got home it was dead.” You explained to him as he followed you upstairs.

“Speaking of, what exactly is this ‘thing’ you went to?” Peter was now leaning against the doorframe of your bathroom while you began to rub off all your makeup. He found himself slightly laughing when most of it just transfered under your eyes to make you look exhaustingly tired. Then a thought occured to him, it was a Saturday night and you had made yourself look nice for something unannounced. “It wasn’t a date was it?”

Peter attempted to sound like he was teasing you, he even pulled out his boyish smile to convince you that he was totally and completely unaffected by you going out with someone else.

Even if that was the farthest thing from the truth.

“It was actually,” Peter felt his heart drop, still trying to outwardly seem like he was peachy-keen.

“It wasn’t anything too fancy, I just wanted to try and look nice for it you know?” You paused, running a hand towel under the faucet before you started properly washing your face. “He was nice and all, but I don’t think it’s gonna work out.”

That caught his attention, and his brows lifted ever so slightly. “Really? Why’s that?”

You turned off the faucet and shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess he just wasn’t my type.”

“Type? You have a type now?” Peter never heard you once mention the sort of person you preferred to date.

You looked over at him and smiled. “Everyone has a type, Peter,” You said, walking past him to go to your room. “Even you do.”

“Yeah, but like, you’re not gonna go out with him again,” Peter sat down on the edge of your bed and watched you walk around. “Are you?”

“Any reason why it matters?”

“N-No,” He tried to make it nonchalant, but you were already staring him down like you knew something and he sighed. “Because…”

You took a seat on the floor, crossing your legs under you. “You can tell me, I’m not gonna laugh at you or anything.”

Peter laughed nervously and looked down at his hands. “Because, maybe,” He broke off his sentence to clear his throat. “Maybe, I was planning on asking you out or something,” The volume off his voice got quieter towards the end of his sentence. “But like, I totally understand if you don’t want to or anything! It was just me…saying stuff. Unless you do want to! I mean that would be really nice, but don’t worry about it.”

It took you a few moments to understand exactly what he was trying to say to you, but over the years you’d become an expert at decoding ‘Peter Parker Ramble’.

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“Okay, I’ll go out with you.”

There was a moments pause.

“Wait! Really?!”

Goodbye, Cassini.

Tomorrow morning, the Cassini spacecraft will crash into Saturn, ending its nearly 20 year mission. We may well learn incredible things from this dive, but I still wish to mourn.

Cassini is one of the most revolutionary probes we’ve ever launched. It discovered 7 new moons of Saturn, was the first probe to ever orbit that planet, discovered potential environments for life (including liquid water) on moons of Saturn…. I could go on and on. 

But that’s not the only reason Cassini is important to me. In many ways, Cassini is responsible for my love of space and science. It was launched October 15, 1997 - two months before my birth. It reached Saturn in 2004, when both of us were six years old. It made a majority of its discoveries in the years that followed. 

I grew up with Cassini. Right when I was entering school, starting to figure out “hey, space is rad and we are learning so much from it,” Cassini was making history in that field. I followed Cassini’s discoveries my entire life. I remember things like the Day the Earth Smiled and the many new discoveries about Saturn’s moons. 

Cassini showed me that space, though distant, is not untouchable. It’s not destined to be a great unknown forever. With craft such as Cassini, we slowly carve out new knowledge our solar system and universe. And in doing so, we not only increase human knowledge, but inspire others to do so as well.

So thank you, Cassini. Thank you for not only discovering the incredible things you did, but for inspiring me and others to continue that mission. For giving humans another reason to look out at our universe and not see terrifying unknowns, but incredible potential.

Thank you Cassini, and goodbye.

5 Things

Imagine Peter Quill comforting you after a panic attack Warnings : panic attack, fluff ??

“Gamora, Do you know where Peter is ?”

You raised your voice as you walked into the room. She lightly shook her head in response before leaving, probably to run some errands.

Rocket was probably somewhere in the Milano playing with spare parts, and Drax sharpening his knives. God knows where Peter was.

You allowed Groot on your shoulders since he was begging for attention and being the softie you were, you couldn’t resist such a precious creature. The Milano was eerily silent , aside from the occasional soft clanging of tools from the other room (probably rocket?).

The day had been a tiring one, at least it kept your mind from recalling the events that had happened over the past few days. You almost lost Peter had Yondu not chosen to sacrifice himself.

An incredibly loud screech reverberated from a distance away which caused you to jump. Sensing your fear, groot placed his tiny palms on your shoulder, as if to calm you. The noise shouldn’t have affected you so much but it did. You could here your heart picking up pace and your breath hitched in your throat. A sinking feeling grew in the pit of your stomach. You breathing erratic, your vision becoming cloudier and you felt warm tears sliding down your cheeks.

Groot noticed your reaction and hopped off to find help. You slid down a wall and pulled your knees close to your chest. You held your head between your knees as you tried to steady your breathing, to no avail.

Rocket entered next, eyes widening when he saw you crumpled against the wall. “QUILL!”

You felt faint and your body quivered for god knows how long. Then you felt a strong pair of hands pulling you in. You desperately leaned in to feel Peter’s chest rising and falling. Laying your cheek on his chest, a sense of relief overwhelmed you as your hand clung in tightly to his shirt.

“I’m here, Y/N, now take a deep breath. Can you do that for me?” His voice was low and quiet, you felt him breathing down as he placed his lips on the top of your head.

You made a feeble attempt to breathe. Unfortunately, only ugly sobs came out when your lips parted.

“Hey, hey, look at me, remember the five things method?” Peter gently layer his thumb on your chin and lifted your face to meet his.

You nodded and blinked to keep the remaining tears from falling.

“I see Rocket, the stain on your shirt…” he let out a breathy chuckle. “…the ceiling, the floor and you.”

“I can feel the floor, the walls, your shirt and your skin” his palms firmly gripped your. He stroked your arms to soothe you. A genuinely smile formed on his face, without his usual cockiness.

You parted your legs so he could move between them and pull you closer, your thighs clinging on to either side of him.

“I hear clanging (probably rocket’s tools again), drax and gamora speaking and your breathing” your eyes met his, oh you could stare at those dreamy green eyes for hours.

“ I can smell the leather chairs and your cologne” you laughed a little and Peter lifted his thumb to wipe a tear off your cheek.

Peter licked his lips. He admired the features on your face. Even after you’ve been crying, he still thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on.

You couldn’t think of anything you could taste. A slight frown appears on your face.

As if he could read your mind, Peter leaned down to cautiously place his lips on yours. He pecked your lips lightly before pulling back. This kiss was gentle, it wasn’t like the many other long, passionate kisses you’ve shared. He was careful because he didn’t want to hurt you.

He looked down at you, his features calm and comforting, and his gaze loving. A smile tugged at your lips.

“I taste your lips” .

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