how i raise money for school

stronger ❖ jongin

When your mom left to go into one of the decorated classes in the kindergarten, you then noticed that you weren’t alone in the room, in fact a little witness has looked at all the interaction between you and your mother.

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fluff, angst, dad!jongin au, ceo!jongin, daddy tbh, smut (in future), age gap, if you don’t like, don’t read | velvet

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You entered the kindergarten without even taking off your shoes, the smell of milk powder and disinfectant all over the place, the mix of a comforting smell and a very strong one made your head spin a little. Or maybe it was because you entered the place so quickly, making your body shock from the difference of temperature.

Y/N?❞ the lady at the desk questioned putting her thin glasses over her nose. You turned around quickly, your hair falling everywhere over your back.

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Flirt - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by onlyharryforever

warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual activities, lotso alcohol so underaged drinking, very belated request
requested by anon! again sorry the request took me forever to get to ya, but i didn’t forget! although I did change some things around… hope you still like it tho

“Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist right?”

 You turned from where you stood on the steps of the school, and rose an eyebrow at Theo Raeken.  He winked, bounding up the stairs towards you.  “And how are you this mornings, darling flower?” You rolled your eyes, but let him walk next to you anyways.

 “I am absolutely wonderful now that I have Mr Raeken escorting me into the building.  And you?”

 “Well I do find myself fancying walking with you, flower” He replied.  You laughed to yourself as you headed into the school.

 “Nice chatting as always Raeken.  See you later”

 “Adios Chica”

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I wonder if it would be wrong of me to try and finance enough money to be able to go back to college. See heres the thing, I originally had a full ride to University of Oregon right, I didn’t have to pay a dime, all I had to do was keep my grades up and attend classes and I’d get to attend any class I wanted to at their expense. 

But here’s the thing, I started to get really sick, both physically and mentally, and there were several really close deaths in my family at the same time, so I just couldn’t attend class because I was too sick, I was too psychotic [literally, I’m schizophrenic they didn’t know at the time so I wasn’t getting treatment], and was grieving the loss of some close family members, so I couldn’t make the attendance record, so my scholarship was taken away, but that isn’t the problem.

The problem is I owe University of Oregon itself $12,891.65 for not showing up to classes.

And the problem with this is, until I pay this off I can never go back to any college ever again, because FAFSA will not give you a loan unless you send all of your transcripts to the university you want to attend, and University of Oregon has frozen my transcripts.

I attempted to apply to a nearby university here, they accepted me, but said they couldn’t register me for classes or get me funding via federal aid until I sent my University of Oregon transcripts, they said this was the case with any university I would ever attempt to apply to. 

I worked so hard to be so near graduation, and all those courses that had already been paid for are frozen because of one term where I got too sick to function. 

It’s my dream to study physics and mathematics at school, I’m really interested in these fields, and I’m devastated that I’ll never be able to go to university ever again, because of this. I just wanted to go to school and learn about things I’m interested in, and now I never can again.

… would it be appropriate to try and raise money over the course of years via this blog to try and go back to university one day in the future, or is that selfish of me? I honestly don’t know, there’s just so many other people who need money to survive, and I just want money to go back to school, so I don’t know.

Like I don’t care how long it takes to raise it … I just ….. want to go back to school eventually, and every month they add 87 dollars to the total.

I’m disabled and on SSI so I can’t ever pay this back by myself, it is literally impossible. Is it selfish of me to make a youcaring for this and advertise it on this blog? Again I don’t care how long it takes I just want to go back to school sometime in my life?

so because @bechnaesun​ practically coerced me into exchanging future evak headcanons with her, we present to you everything we screamed about for over two hours. 

even and isak get married. and their life goes a little like this:

  • isak and even adopt twins because they would feel like they should adopt siblings so they never, ever felt alone, even when they inevitably start feeling like maybe if they’re not related by blood they’re not the same, but they’d have each other, always.
  • isak would read so many parenting guides!! and google searches!! one times he just goes on a three hour wild ride of reading parenting blogs online, and afterwards, when even comes to bed, isak is sniffly and whispers, “what if we fuck up their lives forever? what if they end up hating us, and never calling–”
  • and even just presses a kiss to the top of isak’s head and says, “they would never, because they’d have you as a parent, and your love is one of the most powerful things in the world.”
  • isak isn’t totally calm after that, but it helps, a bit, but he also thinks that even may be a little biased. a tiny impressionable toddler is a lot different from your husband, because even’s already seen him at his worst, and has promised to stick with him through the good times and the bad. and besides, he never saw even in his angsty teenage phase, and just think about it they’re going to have to put up with all of that! how are we going to deal with puberty! what if they start dating!
  • even: then we just tell them about how we fell in love.
  • isak: baby, you asked me to smoke weed with you
  • even: it’s okay i figure we have at least a couple of years to develop a clean version of that story
  • so the point is, even with all of even’s attempts to placate isak’s worries, he still insists even follows the parenting guides to a tee, just in case they really fuck up at one point
  • even agrees, but mostly because if they do fuck up, then he’d have something to blame it on

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Civil Rights

As a teacher I generally do not accept the excuse that a particular task is too hard and therefore should be abandoned.

I am not an advocate for giving up.

I do not collect tough texts halfway through reading them and say, “Well, that was taking too long.”

I am not about modelling behaviors that create a culture of quitting.

But, maybe I should reexamine my practice. Because my values do not seem to be those which will make America great again.

I realized this when I read the article “Education Dept. Says It Will Scale Back Civil Rights Investigations” in the New York Times yesterday. See, the article seemed to indicate that the Department of Education, under the leadership of that venerable hero to American schoolchildren,  Betsy DeVos, would not longer be investigating civil rights cases with the same consistency, depth, and thoroughness previously applied to them.


The mandates issued by the Obama administration required too much work and were slowing things down.

I am not kidding. I went on to read articles in the Washington Post and the Los Angeles Times, which only bolstered the conviction of this conclusion. The main argument for changing our policy on investigating civil rights violations in schools is that doing so more thoroughly creates a “backlog.”

In other words, once we really delve into this issue it turns out it is a huge problem!


Investigating patterns of injustice takes examination of years of data, and that is time-consuming and costly. So, the new plan? Just don’t do it. Changing the burden of proof in campus sexual assault cases, thereby possibly shifting away from a pervasive culture of campus sexual assault? Costly. Time consuming. Hard. New plan? Don’t do it anymore.

And protecting transgendered kids? Well, they might do it. Maybe. See now, transgender protection will be determined on a case by case basis.

In America.

In 2017.

See, America as it was in some murky past was good enough for white cis billionaires like Ms. DeVos. She has never suffered a civil rights issue in her life, ergo, there cannot really, actually, be that many, so spending money on investigating them is dumb. We could give that money instead to private school vouchers for schools with policies barring gay students or those from gay families. Which is literally what Ms. DeVos wants to do, by the way.

Yeah, I was raised not to be a quitter. I have always tried to instill in my students that something worth doing is worth doing right, and that finding out the truth, no matter how much research it takes, is a valuable pursuit.

Perhaps, however,  I am  wrong. Maybe in this brave new version of a once great America, if it is hard, if it is uncomfortable, it is okay to do something halfway, or even, not at all.


I’m a broke ass bitch and I need money to fill out college applications. My goal is to raise $150 to cover the application fees.

Below are some examples of my art along with how much they would cost as commissions.

Scanned full body traditional ink with full background and four extra objects $45

Full body, digital line work, cell shading with simple background and one extra object $26

Full body sketch flat digital color $13

Full body traditional sketches $8 per character

Half body traditional ink with full digital shading with a flat background $28

Headshot with cell shading and two extra objects (multiple small objects count as one) $19

Couples portrait, digital lines, flat color, one extra object $13 No extra character charge

Commission Info

Traditional Sketch

Headshot- $3

Half body- $5

Full body- $8

Traditional or Digital Ink 

Headshot- $8

Half body- $10

Full body- $13

Digital Color

Flat- +$5

Cell- +$8

Full- +$15


Flat shape- FREE!!

Detailed Shape- +$5

Full Background- Prices vary

Extra Object- +$3

Extra Character- +$5

Sales & Deals

10% off anything Halloween related 

Couples Portraits- no extra character charge (Applies only to portraits)

Will Draw

  • Armor (only with reference photos)
  • Furries
  • Ocs
  • Gore
  • Nudity

Will Not Draw

  • Heavy machinery
  • Political
  • Vehicles
  • Pornography

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I’ve missed writing so much ♡ but I’m afraid that it’s been so long since I’ve written that I’ve lost some of my magic touch (the part that made me write well sighsighsigh)

but anyways,,, here’s another fuckboi!peter au with a bit of a twist.

warnings: language, mentions of sex, but nothing too in depth or explicit.

**dont repost or plagiarize this story**


Peter Parker was not expecting that kind of reaction from [name] when he asked her out after school.

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Girls Night

Prompt: Maybe something in which the girls of the batfam can get some spotlight? And can you do one with batmom being related to harley or ivy and the batfam finding out
Requested by: justplaindontask and ANON

Fandom: DC

AN: for the second prompt I ended up making it Batsis. Hope that’s okay

    Girls night had become a tradition early one. Putting on a cute outfit, with great shoes, was a must when you spent most of your nights sweating in spandex and covered in grime. Your heels were higher than was practical, and you knew that ten minutes into dancing you’d be sliding  them off, but you were prepared for that. You had a pair of flats in your purse ready to go.

    You slip out of your room, and down to the garage. You start the car quietly and keep going. You pull in front of the restaurant and find your group already there. Stephanie is mid way through her third shot when you sit down, Barbara has a margarita in front of her, and Cass is sucking down a long island ice tea. They hoot as you walk up.

    Barbara smiles, “Now I know your dad didn’t see you leave the house in that dress.” You glance down at the black halter top dress. You smile and do a little shimmy.

    “He and the boys were in the cave, I slipped away unnoticed.” You order a martini, and an appetizer. And the chit chat starts. You cover everything from Dick’s freakout about Barbara’s latest mission, to Stephanie’s latest prank on Damian. You fill them in about school. Cass simply grins through the whole thing.

    When she nods towards the ladies approaching you, you raise an eyebrow in question. Your mother winks at you, and her friends sit down at the table. She kisses you cheek, “And how is my darling daughter?”

    You stare at Pamela. Your existence had come from a seduction gone wrong. She’d been out to use Bruce Wayne’s money to pressure people into giving into her commands. One plant based love potion later and you were created. She still claimed your father was one of the best men alive, even if she didn’t have a clue that he was the same man who stopped her every scheme.

But your mother had always claimed that you were the most precious thing in her life. Her greatest masterpiece. She’d managed to hide your existence for a while, to keep her nose clean. But the call was too much, and when she had gone back to Arkham, your father had been gifted with you. Supervised visits had been allowed. Little did she know, that you had inherited her powers minus the green skin.

You listen as she talks about her latest breakthroughs, while Selena makes eyes at a waiter, and Harley throws back shots like they’re going out of style. One look at Barbara tells you that she’s a bit uncomfortable with the situation, but she’s got your back.

You move onto the club, and make a show of dancing with your friends. Everything is going fine until a guy can’t take no for an answer. That’s when your mother turns into a mother bear. Before you can fully understand what’s happening there are plants all over the place, Harley is swinging her bat, and Selena has disappeared. A glance at Stephanie shows that the girl is oblivious, and still dancing on the bar. Cass is popping back peanuts, and Barbara is rubbing at her head.

You get out of the club before the police show up, and take a taxi home. When you arrive back at home your father and your brothers are waiting. One look at the news, has them all scrambling with questions, and leaves you with a headache. Sometimes girl’s night out was more trouble than it was worth.

anonymous asked:

I'm a rangers fan so I don't like the bruins out of spite™ but I've seen a lot of stuff about how they're actually really good guys off the ice. I don't like how dirty they can be on the ice but I get that it's a part of the game so I was wondering if there's anything you can share about why you like them I guess :)

They’ve explicitly supported Both of their Pro womens teams and have donated money to support the womens games. Individual players and the organization itself.

The players and the organization have also been one of the most outspoken supporters of the LGBT community, making a big deal about supporting gay rights and transgender rights (they released a video of patrice bergeron talking about how the team supports trans people). 

Zdeno Chara has literally raised all these children from birth to be respectable and compassionate adults.

They’re fun, they’re not concerned with elitism and being “classy” in the old school hockey sense, they’re here to entertain but know when to draw the line. for instance Brad Marchand is always compared to Andrew Shaw. Andrew Shaw called someone a f*ggot on live tv. Brad Marchand has explicitly stated no one is allowed to use that word and has gone out of his way to hold people accountable for it. 

also they have a tv show called behind the b and they don’t take themselves seriously at all and they call their coach dad??? they literally at one point made a line so that every guy who entered the dressing room was told they were missed after the bye week??? both jarome Iginla and jaromir jagr who have been around for a long tiem have said that there isn’t a room closer and with a more positive energy than the boston bruins team??? zdeno chara doesn’t like rookie culture because he thinks it ostracizes the young guys and he wants them to feel apart of the team??? chara also has learned 7 languages so that no guy can come to the bruins and have no one to talk to??? they’ve never really had a super star they just all work so hard ??? claude julien (who isn’t their coach anymore) refused to say anything bad about them when they were knocked out of the playoffs becuase he loved them so much??? and on fathers day he said he couldn’t be more happy because the 20+ guys in the room were the best sons he could ask for?? and bruce cassidy their new coach goes around hugging players who had bad games to make them feel better???

There’s just this huge atmosphere of positivity and love and accountability and support not just for each other but for their fans as well. They hold themselves to a certain standard and to get there they do it with good vibes and love, but they also don’t let people get away with bullshit. 

like 100% you shouldn’t like them on the ice cause rivalries make sports fun and i love habs fans and i live in toronto and I got booed going to school in my krejci jersey but when i flipped the guy off he laughed and smiled at me and i smiled back and !!! that was nice and good !!!!

I wrote a longe rmore comprehensive post about this but I can’t find it. 


Characters- Dean,Sam, sister!reader 

2000 words 

warnings- Bullies, fighting

The boy’s sister get’s into a fight at school and the brothers  storm angry into the school with out all the details. 

Originally posted by leticiaharvelle

Originally posted by thejabberwock

You sat hands shaking as you watched your principle pick up the phone on her desk and dial your older brothers number. You sat across from her in a chair as she shot you sympathetic looks, she had the phone to her ear but was looking directly at you. You would have given anything to be able to disappear right then, but you were no angel.

Lucky Dean and Sam were home at the bunker this week, and  not away on some case. So when Sam’s phone rang he was able to pick It up with no distraction. “Hello.” Sam always answered the phone with caution if he didn’t know who was on the other line. “Hello Mr. Winchester, this is Kelly Brown. I’m the principal at y/n’s school.”

“Oh, is everything okay. Is y/n alright?” You’d been going to the same high school since you moved into the bunker three years ago and the school had never called Sam’s phone, so hearing this news put him on edge.

“Well you see, today in the lunchroom there was a fight involving y/n and another student, so we’re going to need someone to come pick her up. Just per protocol.” You heart sunk and you slid back into the chair, putting your hands in your pockets and pulling one knee up to your chest. Every second of this was like torture, three years you’ve been able to hide the whole thing from both of your older brothers, which is no easy task, and now one fight is gonna ruin it all. Their gonna find out everything.

“Y/N, got in a fight.” Hearing that grew Dean’s attention as well, instantly he was angry. You were the first Winchester sibling to really have a chance at school and you were throwing it away from getting into fights. How could you be so Irresponsible.

After Dean was aware of the conversation happening, Sam switched the phone to speaker so they could both hear the other end of the line.  

“No, I wouldn’t say that really, this will all be much easier to explain in person. I’ve got y/n in my office and the other student has already been moved, so if you could come in that would be great.” Sam and Dean were probably so angry, this woman wasn’t even giving them any one of the details, they’re probably thinking that you started the fight.

The next 25 minutes that you sat waiting for your brother to drive from the bunker felt like hours, you knew they were going to come storming in pissed, not knowing the full story and you could already feel the bruise forming under your left eye that you knew would make the whole situation worse once they knew what had happened. And all the while you felt the knot forming in your stomach growing larger and larger, because for three years you had been able to keep these bullies a secret from your brothers, but today it would all come crumbling down. 

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Dance Teacher/Choral Teacher AUS

                          Anonymous said to shittyaus:                                                                      request for a (preferably otp) au where person a whose a dance teacher and person b whose a chorus teacher (like a highschool au but with teachers),


  • We hate each other’s guts BUT the musical director has no one else to teach these poor kids how to sing and dance so we have to tolerate each other for now
  • we have to band together to try and convince the school to give the art department more money (ot+ friendly if you include the other art department personnel)
  • this kid is misbehaving in my class and it’s always right after yours so I go to you to see what’s going on to piss them off
  • one of the other teachers suggest to “raise morale” we should all switch classrooms for a day and omfg I can’t dance/sing but you’re great wtf stop no that’s MY class
  • ^^^^ above but neither of us can do the other’s job
  • The principal says we need to raise attendance for our classes so we have to perform with each other at the school concert/performance thing
  • one of your students has a solo but you can’t find them and ask me to track them down since it’s 10 minutes to showtime

Hope you enjoy these!! (psst hey message mod karissa at her main if you use these they sound fun it’s under the about page)

~Mod Karissa

44335557! (29- Finale)

Do not reuse, edit or copy and of my work(s). ©
The final chapter to this series, Enjoy :)

A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language, Mention of drugs and Adult themes.)

Summary: Your group of friends have gotten on well for years, but what happens when a divide is caused by joining the wrong people? School AU
OT5- Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol.

Word Count: 3,194

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28

Thanks for reading this ridiculously long series which was originally only supposed to have 20 parts. I hope you enjoyed it, please leave you comments behind :)

“Chanyeol’s house now!”

A message came through as you stared angrily down at your phone; you were currently sitting on your bed, a warm blanket draped over your body whilst drinking an extremely hot cup of cocoa after receiving an ear full from your mother for an hour straight. You were in no mood to get up from your bed and go to the toilet, let alone go to Chanyeol’s house. You had so many thoughts buzzing through your head, so many things had happened to you, things you had never imagined to be possible yet here you were quivering on your bed from shock and anxiety, you were sure that after the semester you had you were going to need help. Your phone buzzed again as you looked down at it once more.

“It’s urgent, we all need to clear shit up. Baekhyun video call us.”

You sighed as you placed your mug of cocoa down on the table beside you and slowly rose from your bed. You weren’t ready to face everyone now, or step inside Chanyeol’s house for that matter but it was better to get all of this out of the way so that you could properly focus on healing. You slipped into your trainers and pulled an old coat over your tracksuit before slipping silently out of the house.

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Changed Education (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Requested By: Anonymous

Summary: You are a strong, independent, and outspoken woman who fights for what she believes in. Your passion just so happens to be changing the education system. Watch as you meet Alexander and try to achieve your goal.

Warnings: None

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 2000

A/N: Yes, I am alive. I know this took way longer than it should have, but I needed to take the time to get it so I liked it. To apologize, staring today, I will post a new story every day for the next 5-7 days.To the requester I hope this is what you were looking for. I enjoyed writing this so much, it was an interesting topic I wouldn’t have explored without this request. I hope you and enjoy and have a wonderful day!

It was extremely difficult for a woman to advance far in education, especially during the 1700′s. Most narrow-minded men believed a woman should only need to know how to write her name and read her religious book. Other than that, men only expected a woman to know how to cook, clean, and take of children.

Luckily, you had grown up in a household with your mother who was a strong, independent woman, and you father who supported women in their fight for education equality. They both disagreed with society’s expectations of a women and began educating you from a young age.

Unlike many girls of your time, you had the opportunity to study literature, writing, arithmetic, science, and even a bit of politics. This combined with your upbringing, turned you into a woman who was unafraid to stand up against egotistical men who believed women were beneath them. Many a times, you had almost gone head to head with somebody over a comment on your knowledge.

However, while you were extremely proud of your intelligence, it made it hard to hold friendships and even harder to find a man who wanted to court you. Most times when you would start a relationship, you were told by the men to stop reading because it wasn’t right for a woman. If they ever did say this, you would slap them, remind them that woman were just as, if not more, capable as men, and would leave.

For this reason, you tried to avoid balls and other social situations as much as possible. They were often an uncomfortable event where you found yourself off to the side, alone, while you watched your best friend Angelica Schuyler dance the night away.

Angelica was similar to you, really. She was intelligent, witty, outspoken, and very stubborn. So stubborn that she was able to convince you to join her at the Winter’s Ball that was being hosted at the end of the week. Although you tried to get out of it, she begged and pleaded with you until you couldn’t say no.

The night of, she let you borrow one of her dresses and helped you to curl your hair to perfection. As you stood in front of the mirror, gazing at your reflection, you had to admit that you looked beautiful. With all the work you did, it was uncommon for you to dress up, so it was a nice change.

Walking side by side, Angelica made you promise her something.

“Promise me you will find at least one man to dance with tonight.” she pleaded.

“Angelica, you know it’s unlikely I will find anyone to dance with tonight.” you sighed, fiddling with your dress.

Eventually, you ended up promising her that you would dance at least once tonight. Not long after you both entered the ball, Angelica was swept away by a solider who had been tripping over himself just to impress her.

You smiled from the side as you watched Angelica go from one man to the next, dancing the night away. The familiar feeling of awkwardness feel over you as you stood alone. Looking around the room, you sighed once you realized nearly every man was dancing with a woman already.

In all honest, you were about to leave when someone began to head your way. As the mysterious man drew closer, you groaned internally when you recognized him as Charles Lee. While you had never met the man, you had heard from multiple people that he was highly annoying.

Now standing directly in front of you, Lee gave a small bow, and you curtsied back only because it was polite. He held out an arm for you and had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Would you allow me the honor of accompanying you for a dance?” he asked you.

Silently, you nodded and let him lead you to the dance floor. He rested his one arm on your waist and took hold of the other hand, while your free hand rested on his shoulder. Then the dance began and you prayed for it to be over. Eventually, he tried to make small conversation.

“Tell me something about yourself, Miss. (y/ln).” he commanded gently with a smile.

You thought for a moment before you spoke. “Well, right now I am trying to raise enough money to become a certified teacher and then open up a school for girls, I-” you stated explaining passionately before you were interrupted.

“Ha!” Lee laughed after you. “I would quit your dreams now. Women have no reason to get an education, and it makes even less sense for them to be teaching.” he jeered.

Instantly, you stopped dancing and stared incredulously at the man in front of you. “How dare you?” you accused. “Do you not realize that education is wasted on egotistical men who are too blind and stuck up to appreciate what they have. Woman are just as capable, even more, as men and we do deserve to get out education.” you shouted.

“Do not attempt to contact me the rest of the night.” you warned and slapped Lee before storming away back to the corner you stood in originally.

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Love me now - J.A

Another song fic inspired by the song love me now by John Legend.

Originally posted by words-plus-wisdom

Pulling me further
Further than I’ve been before
Making me stronger
Shaking me right to the core, oh
I don’t know what’s in the stars
Never heard it from above, the world isn’t ours
But I know what’s in my heart
If you ain’t mine I’ll be torn apart

You’d always been excited to have your first child. When you found out you were having a girl you were over the moon to raise your very own little girl. You looked forward to taking her to ballet classes, buying her barbie dolls and fairy dresses and sitting her down to watch an afternoon of Strawberry shortcake or My little pony.

You were beyond nervous at first. With the both of you still in high school and working part time jobs it seemed almost impossible to raise a child but Jeff stayed with you throughout the whole pregnancy. He supported you through all your breakdowns, reassured you when you got your doubts and even left to the 24 hour supermarkets at 3 am when you got horrible cravings.

“W-we can’t do this Jeff. We’re still in high school and we have no money or our own house. This baby isn’t going to have much of a life” You cried into your boyfriends arms.

“Don’t speak like that beautiful, we got this okay? We can raise this baby together” He said and placed a hand on your growing bump.
Some how your baby had already grown to love her fathers voice and got a quick kick or two in each time he spoke loud enough for her to hear.

“She’s going to be a daddy’s girl, i can feel it now” You laughed and wiped away your tears.

“I have a feeling she’s going to have your eyes” he spoke “and your beautiful smile”

“Yeah, hopefully she gets my smarts too” you joked and gave a smirking Jeff a cheeky smile.

“I have no doubt in my mind, that this baby is going to have a wonderful life” he reassured you, which happened to be something he had to do a bit more often recently.

I don’t know who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone
So I’m gonna love you now, like it’s all I have
I know it’ll kill me when it’s over
I don’t wanna think about it, I want you to love me now

“How’s my girls doing?” Jeff asked and placed a hand on your growing bump whilst giving you a quick kiss.

“I’m fine, although i think someones a little grumpy guessing by the amount kicks i’ve received in the last hour” you murmured and tried to ignore all of the judgmental glances given by classmates and teachers.

Your bump was showing and it was obvious to mostly everyone that you had a bun in the oven, Jeff’s bun to be exact.
“Are you sure? You’re not in too much pain or having any cravings? Because if you are it’s not a problem for me to drive down to the shops and grab you whatever you need babe” You smiled and wrapped your arms around Jeffs waist, the height difference in you two meant that you fit into his arms perfectly, almost like two pieces of a puzzle.

“I’m fine Jeff, just a bit tired but i’ll last. You don’t need to worry so much”
Jeff pressed a kiss to your forehead and swayed you two back and forth slightly, the baby bump being the only thing slightly separating you.

“I have to go to Bio now but i promise after school it’ll be you, me, your favourite box set and a whole lot of popcorn” He smiled, removing himself from your monkey like grip.

“Damn i got lucky, i love you” You said and began walking away

“I love you too, baby mama” he yelled back before taking off down the hallway.

Something inside us
Knows there’s nothing guaranteed, yeah
Girl, I don’t need you
To tell me that you’ll never leave, no
When we’ve done all that we could
To turn darkness into light, turn evil to good
Even when we try so hard
For that perfect kind of love, it could all fall apart

You held your baby girl in your arms, an awe struck Jeff sat next to you gently brushing your daughters hair.

“I told you she’d have your eyes” Jeff spoke quietly, trying not to wake the sleeping newborn.

“She has your nose though” you replied and leaned into Jeff’s shoulder, feeling tired from the last few hours.

“Do you think we can really do this parenting thing?” He asked, starting to sound like you

“One hundred percent, as long as we stick together”

And who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone?
Oh I’m gonna love you now, like it’s all I have
And I know it’ll kill me when it’s over
I don’t wanna think about it, I want you to love me now

You found it absolutely hilarious when your daughter took on a rather interesting love for monster trucks and superhero figures. She was an absolute daddy’s girl. Stella loved nothing more than playing in the dirt and did more than recoil whenever you’d try to make her wear pink.

Her favorite toy was a mini, plush baseball bat that her dad had given her at birth but you had no problem with it, your almost one year old only wanted to be like her father. Jeff truly found your attempts hilarious.

Jeff ran into the room, a crying Stella in his arms and a distressed look on his face.

“She wants to be fed and theres no milk left” he spoke, stress laced in his voice.
You groaned and slammed the text book shut, burying your face in your hands.

“Pass her to me” You said and held your hands out for the infant which Jeff gladly passed over. You begun feeding Stella and Jeff flopped down on the bed.

“This whole parenting things is a lot harder than our parents made it look” He sighed, rolling onto his side to face you.
The bags under your eyes were visible and you’re pretty sure your hair was a matted mess.

“I’d say we’re doing pretty good, she’s well fed, cleaned, she’s healthy” You spoke and fixed your shirt. You put Stella on the bed next to Jeff and she made a gurgling sound, as if saying thank you or ‘play with me’.

“We did do good didn’t we?” Jeff said and played with the bow you managed (with much difficulty) to place on your daughters head.

“For sure”

a niall horan oneshot

pairing: Niall/ofc

word count: 14,226

warnings: explicit sexual content

If I could be anywhere else in the world right now, I would. I hated being at the club. Full of nothing but rich grumpy old men walking around drinking their scotches and smoking their cigars and occasionally partaking in, what is possibly, the most boring sport in the entire world. Golf. It seemed to have become more of a social club at this point for the older members, with the younger, newer members filling out the greens and the putting lanes.

So, yes, I hated it. The only time I remotely even pretended to tolerate it, was when it was absolutely, crucially necessary. Basically only showing up to look pretty and stick on a smile for whatever family photo-op my Dad needed for the club’s yearly annual or if we were referenced in the city’s paper and on the news, which was often the case. We were a highly influential family, rich in money and our many charities.

See, my father owned the most prestigious and exclusive members only golf club in the state. Has since before I was born. A southern country club girl born and raised, I don’t really know much of anything else besides attending the best private schools and how to successfully run a golf club. I’m an only child, and a bit of a Daddy’s girl, and proud of it.

But none of that meant that I enjoyed lagging around after my father as he got ready to play his morning round before the club opened on this particular day.

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Keep your opinions to yourself about other people's relationships

Submitting for my fiancé because how his coworker acted was completely awful. We just got engaged a few weeks ago and his new assistant manager asked how we got together. We had a long distance relationship and then he moved to my state after 6 months. I’m a few years older than him and he was 18 when we met and then started living together. She said “oh so your girlfriend finished raising you?” Then went on to talk about how he got all this special stuff for dating me like me driving him to finish school and buying him things (which wasn’t even remotely true because I had just left an abusive relationship before we got together and had no money because I basically had to give everything up to get away from my ex) and basically told him he was only marrying me because I “mommy” him. He is a grown adult who takes care of himself and he’s not 18 anymore he’s 20 and more mature than half the people that work there. He was livid. Who do you think you are that you can comment about someone else’s relationship like that?! You don’t even know us or our relationship so keep your rude comments to yourself and be jealous and hateful somewhere else. FUCK coworkers.

American Schooling System and How it can be Changed

There are so many ways to fix the American schooling system. Like for example:

•Start school at a time where the brain can fully function instead of having us wake up at 6:00 in the morning to get dress. Which makes us more focused on staying awake in class than focusing on class.

•Not giving us homework(especially a lot of it), because I don’t want to have to stay up late having to do 6 classes worth of work which is due the next day, especially if I’m forced to wake up early for school the next day.

•They can have a thing where you meditate/counseling/draw/etc to relieve stress or held in emotions. Which some schools in different countries do, which lowers the amount of students that get in trouble and suspended.

•Less standardized tests, because there doesn’t need to be 10 tests in one week when we can barely balance homework, food and sleep into our schedule.

•Have vending machines have supplies in them so we can have more access to getting supplies, especially for those who can’t go to stores or for those who forget/lose a pencil or pen.

•Remove sexists dress codes, because last time I checked, I wasn’t look at a girl’s bra strap and thinking “damn, that’s a fine ass bra strap”

•Make a mandatory class that teaches us how to do taxes, pay rent, buy a house, practice safe sex, teach us about sexual/gender orientation, change a tire, raise a child, save money in a bank account, fill a job application, and other important life skills.

•Have more multi-language classes that are not just French and Spanish, like brail, sign language, and Morse code.

I can honestly think of more, but I’ll leave it at that. Add more if y'all need.If schools already do some of these, great, but I think they should be in all schools for the sake of students sanity and life.

Edit: and another thing, teachers can get paid a little more, because most stay up till 4 in the morning because they have to grade mandatory tests they didn’t want to give out or because they stay up late creating lessons/worksheets/and activities for us to learn better.

Prison is Hell

By reddit user SamMarduk

I hate it here.

Granted, I deserve it.

I’m currently locked down behind massive, concrete walls and solid steel doors in a maximum-security penitentiary. I was locked up what feels like a lifetime ago now. I earned it, I did. Every second I rot here is justice, but that doesn’t change the fact that I hate it.

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hi boys and because i have no consistency im back with another preposition

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basically i draw however id feel would work best with the request, full body perhaps, probably colours??


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