how i raise money for school

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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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. 

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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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?

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.
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Mayday || Jinyoung

Originally posted by jackseunie

Reader (you) x Jinyoung

Word Count: 1880

Warnings: violence and mention of blood

note: here’s the long overdue chapter of mayday! sorry for the long wait but here you go, my lovelies <3 this chapter was originally 3000 words but then i was like nawh, imma split this action into two parts haha. happy reading everyone and take care! also, welcome back king jackson! i missed him so much ngl -admin (p.s. new series coming soon *cough* a jaebum series)

I stood there as I watched people enjoy their time at the banquet. Ryder forced a drink in my hand and who knows what I’m holding at the moment. It could be a drink that was intoxicated with a drug or it could be a glass of champagne. Either way, I’m not taking a sip even though I need something to distract my anxiety. And getting drunk was the best way the relief my stress. Instead, my eyes scanned the area like a hawk, looking for a specific knight in armour. Jackson and Mark somehow had disappeared from my sight and I’m tempted to break away from Ryder, just to find them. The risk was too high hence why I still remained by Ryder’s side.

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The only one (Daryl x Reader) Part 2

Relationship : Daryl Dixon X Reader

Trigger warnings : Parental abuse , depression , 5 years age gap, consensual sex , death, violence, graphic scenes.

Rating : Mature + (Please do not read if you are under-aged)

CopyRight: I do not own Daryl Dixon, The Walking Dead nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story.  No copyright infringement is intended.

Summary :

The narrative follows the reader and Daryl. The story starts pre-apocalypse and links the events of different stages of their lives as : kids, young adults and adults, focusing on their friendship and eventual love relationship . But when the world turns to dust, will they be able to make it?

Read and find out.


PART 2 – We’ll see each other again, I promise

Argh…Your head is pounding. Everything hurts . You wake up at the sound of things being moved around and hard foot steps on  the floor.

‘Wake up, you whiskey-head’ Daryl throws your now dried clothes at you.

You groan,moan and hide yourself beneath the dusty old sheet. ‘My mom’s gonna kill me…and you’

As soon as you realized it was already late, you hurried back to the highway and home.The good thing is at least it’s Saturday, and you don’t have to work.

Right the second your mother saw Daryl’s truck, she called for Nick and started yelling.

‘Want me to come with ya?’ Daryl asks you, stopping the engine.

‘Nah, I’ll be fine’ you tell him confident. They haven’t hit you in like 4 years so what could go wrong. ‘Don’t worry, I think it’s best if they just see and scold me right now’

‘Al’right, I’m just gonna head into town for a bit.’ you kiss his cheek and walk towards your house. Daryl drives off.

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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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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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Castle On the Hill

Title: Castle on the Hill

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Word Count: 3,038

Theme song: Castle on the Hill by Ed Sheeran

Request: Hiii Kazzy! I love your blog and I’ve noticed that you like Ed Sheeran (I love him too) and he released Castle On The Hill today and he’s given so many feels so I was wondering whether you’d be interested in doing a dean/reader based on it with them ending up together? I’d love to see what you’d be able to do with that but only if you want to. If not, just know you’re an amazing and your Riptide, Stolen Dance and Red String Of Fate series have changed me forever <3 <3


Your name: submit What is this?


Dean is nine years old and he’s home. Or at least as close to home as he has these days, and running wild along the very top of the hill that looks down over to his Uncle Bobby’s house.

“Dean, slow down!” Sam yells from somewhere behind him, still running up the other side of it.

“I can’t slow down, I’m a ghost, Sammy! You gotta catch me!”

“Uncle Bobby just yelled for us! Dad’s back! I’ll race you home!”

Dean turns his head to look toward his brother’s voice, but he doesn’t slow his brand-new-tennis-shoed feet.

“No, Sam, come on. We just started—“ his words are lost, though, as the tip of his sneaker hits a rock and down he goes, falling to his knees on the edge of the hill where gravity takes over completely. He tumbles down the side of it, his small body picking up enough speed that the hands he has thrown out in front of him do little to slow his descent, and he comes unceremoniously to a skidding stop in the dirt at the bottom in a small cloud of dust that fills his nostrils.

“Wow. I’ve never seen anyone do that on accident before.”

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Funeral Suit - Shelby!reader

Mum’s the Word | Funeral Suit 

You felt as though some strange sense of déjà vu had passed over you. Sitting on the low end of the garden wall was your father and there you were, standing at the door. You hadn’t seen him since the wedding, despite keeping in touch with Grace. It was she who wrote you letters daily and first brought Charlie round to meet you.  

During the funeral you stayed with your brother wandering the unfamiliar house and looking at all the portraits hung up. There were pictures in Charlie’s room of your father’s family and you felt as if you were trespassing just looking at them. This, the house, the Shelby name, the business, it would be Charlie’s legacy. He would be the golden child and your father would provide for him what he had never been able to provide for you.  

After passing Charlie off to a maid who insisted she take the boy you headed downstairs and out the back doors, surprised to find your father having a cigarette away from all his family.  

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lmao so last night i went out to my coworker’s bday dinner, and I ended up sitting next to these people who were students in the law school, and we got talking, and anyway, I ended up telling them about how back at my old job I was a victim of a really fucked up form of wage theft and then basically fired for asking for the money i was owed, and they were like “uhhh you know you can totally get that money through a lawyer” and i was like “YEAH but I didn’t have any MONEY for a lawyer and besides I didn’t even get it in writing when I was offered the raise!” But these people were like “no… HB… you can totally get that money…”

and ANYWAY they put me in touch with an employment law firm who is doing a free consultation so uh… my ass is about to take these evil people to COURT! 

i have never been more unreasonably mad at anything else before in my life than I am at the fucking prices of the kcon tickets. How do they expect the majority of people who attend this concert (high school and college students) to pay upwards of 300 dollars for reasonable tickets. Tier five tickets are essentially nosebleed seats, you can’t see shit, and even then it’s 100 dollars for the combo tickets. Wtf? And don’t even get me started on the fucking diamond tickets. $1,500? Seriously? The benefits you get with the diamond tickets should be what you get for platinum. Its bad enough that you’re paying $800 for them. I’m sorry. I know they need to raise money and be able to afford everything and that’s why they skyrocketed the tickets but it’s so fucked up. I could go on vacation with $1500.

Fancy Meeting You Here

Prompt: Fancy meeting you here

Words: 1483

You hear the whispers before you see him. “I can’t believe he actually came.”

“I can’t believe how well he filled out over summer.”

“They always said that Waynes were lookers.”

You do your best to hold in the giggle that wants to pop out, and focus on counting the money. The whispers are hushed quickly as your booth re-opens. Every year Gotham Academy holds a fair as a charity fundraiser. It was a look at us raising money for those less fortunate than we are, before we go party on a yacht type of thing.

It was also one of your favorite events of the year, and it had been since you started back in middle school. This year you just happened to work one of the booths, the kissing booth to be exact.

You know he’s reached the front of the line when the giggles burst out again. “Hi Brucie.”

You want to gag at the nickname. You don’t even have to see Bruce’s face to know it must be twisted in some sort of horror.

One of the other girls says, “For our preferred customers, we give them a choice of who they get to kiss. So who will it be?”

You nearly drop the bills in your hand when he says, “Y/N.” There’s a stunned silence as you turn to your best friend. He just smiles at you and says, “Fancy meeting you here.” You roll your eyes, before they skim over him.

You understand what the girls in your club had been talking about. He had filled out. He’d also shot up several inches, and his voice was now deep and smooth. Apparently you had become oblivious to his looks from all the time you had spent together.

When you looked close enough though, you could still see that string bean of a boy who had gotten in a fight over someone calling you a bad name. You’d had to jump in and save him, after he took that punch that broke his nose.

That’s why you don’t blush or giggle, you just ask “What are you doing here Bruce?”

He just smiles and says, “Kidnapping you.”

You raise an eye in question, as he throws down some rather large bills before reaching over the counter, and grabbing your hand. You’ve always seemed to know what he was doing without a word, which is why you move with the momentum, and slide over the counter before breaking into a run with Bruce.

The two of you don’t stop until you hit the merry go round. The two of you share one look before breaking down in laughter. After about five minutes of not being able to stop the laughing you ask “What are you really doing here Bruce? You hate these events with a passion.”

His face sobers up a bit and he shakes his head “I don’t hate the events I just don’t like the people.”

You wrap an arm around his neck, forcing him to stoop down. You make sure he can see your face and you say, “They’re not all bad Bruce.”

He nods. “I know.”

You continue on, “And at the very least they’re valuable connections.”

Bruce straightens back up with a grin before saying, “You’ve listened to one too many of Alfred’s lectures now.”

“You’ve dragged me to enough of them.”

The two of you grin at each other before he holds out his hand and he says, “Let’s go.”

You place your hand in his and ask, “Where?”

“Where else? To the carnival. I donated enough money that no one is going to miss you.” You just smile, and follow your best friend.

The two of you hit every major attraction and all the minor ones too. You play the games and ride the rides. And just when the night is nearly over, Bruce leads you to the Ferris wheel. The two of you board, and you kind of just hold on to his hand. It stops at the top. You’ve never been a fan of heights, but Bruce has always seemed to thrive on them.

More than once you’ve had to haul your butt up to the top of the manor, to get him to come down. It was especially difficult when there was a storm coming in. He loves watching the storms roll in, and feeling those first few drops of rain on his skin.

When you reach the top you, move a bit closer to him, and close your eyes. He just threads his fingers through yours and says, “Look at me, focus on me and it won’t seem so bad.”

You do as he asks and turn to him. He’s smiling at you, and the wind has blown some hair into his eyes. Without a second thought you reach and tuck the hair behind his ear. When he leans into your touch, and you kind of just freeze. Then he utters two little words that break something in you. “I’m leaving.”


“I have an idea, on how to fix Gotham, but to do it, I have to leave. I have to find something.”


“I leave first thing in the morning. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I was scared I’d chicken out.”

You let out a small laugh at that. “Bruce Wayne back down? Never.”

“For you, I would.” Those words take your breath away, and he leans in a bit closer. “Ask me to stay and I will.”

You look into his eyes then. And when you look into them you see the need, the need to fulfill whatever halfcocked, crazy idea he has. “I can’t ask that Bruce, any more than you can ask me to go with you.”

He leans back in his seat and says, “You always could read me like a book. Alfred calls you the Bruce Whisperer when you’re not around.”

You smile at that and ask, “How long will you be gone?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. You won’t be able to contact me though. Not where I’m going. I promise to write though.”

You smile. “At least once a month.” He nods, and this silence engulfs you for several heartbeats. The he turns to you to say something else and you just kiss him. Your hands cup, his face, and they bring him in close. Then you feel his arms wrap around you, and you don’t want the moment to end. Vaguely you feel the ride start to move again, but you don’t let go of him, until your feet brush the platform.

Just before the bar pops up, you let go, before leaning into kiss his cheek. You stop when you’re a foot away, turn to him and say, “Just some motivation to home quicker.” He just smiles at you.

It takes everything you have to make it home without thinking. When you do, you head straight to your room, and when you get there you let your tears fall.

You don’t see Bruce Wayne for the next six years. You do however, receive lots of letters. They’re long and detailed, and they tell of amazing stories. Even when you go to college, they find you at your dorm.

You date sporadically over those years. You’re not a nun, but you’re not Miss Social either. You have a steady group of friends, but you never forget that boy who took those punches for you.

Then one day a shadow falls on you while you’re reading on the patio of a café, and you look up, and all you can see is that string bean of a boy. Then the memory fades and you’re faced with a man, and you almost think you’re hallucinating. The man in front of you with muscles on his muscles couldn’t possibly be your childhood best friend. The he smiles and says, “Fancy meeting you here.”

You launch yourself at him, and he catches you with ease. You wrap him in the tightest hug you can muster, and when you lean back and look into his eyes you say, “you were supposed to come back quick Bruce.”

He smiles and says, “I completed eight years’ worth of training in five. I swear, I went as fast as I could.”

You smile. “Really?”

He nods. “That kiss was a hell of a motivator.”

You smirk and say, “Well then maybe this one will convince you to stay around.” And before he can say a word, you kiss. And just like the first time, you fall into this world where it’s only the two of you. You only break apart because you need to breathe.

Slightly out of breath he says, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m home.” And you can’t help but smile because home sounds like the most amazing thing in the world right now.

Request- #19 with Dean 

#19 “You walked away. Not me.” 


summary- After 4 years Dean runs into the reader again, but something has changed

word count- 1500 

warnings- Angst if you look close, than fluff.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“y/n; you froze when you heard his voice, it was a voice you hadn’t heard in  years. Slowly you turned around you knew exactly who was standing there before you laid eyes on him, and as soon as you did you instantly flashed back to that day.


"Dean I have to leave, I can’t stay here with you and Sam for any longer.” You say trying to hide the hurt in your voice. “What are you saying y/n you can’t just take off and leave after all these years.” He said his green orbs staring into your e/c ones. “Yes Dean can, and I have to. Trust me, this is for the best. Please tell Sam that I’ll miss him. And Dean-” you paused this was the hardest thing you’d ever done, leaving Dean like this with no explanation. “ you need to know this really is for the best.  No matter what happens, I will always love you.” You paused again thinking of  how much you loved-love him before saying something you’d never thought you would have to say. “Goodbye De.”  They were your final words to him as you closed the door to the bunker, and let the first of many tears fall.


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Feature Friday! Toadallytickles!

FF:  We’re joined by the adorable @toadallytickles​ today! Could you tell us a bit about yourself?

T: Aah! Well I’m Toad, online that is, after my favourite animal, not the Super Mario character. I get asked that a lot! I just turned 20 at the start of March, I live in Ontario, and currently in college to be a Fish and Wildlife Technician as I would love to work with animals and the environment in my future career! Even though I am very tune with nature, I also do Photoshopping, graphic design, digital art, and computer program! My computer programming teacher keeps my games and programs too to show them off to his future classes as I used Photoshop to design them! I am also very big on self-love, body positivity, sex positivity, sexuality, mental health, relationships, and life in general! I am very open with these topics myself, so I love discussing them openly with others without judgment, so if you need someone to talk to about anything, you’re welcome to come to me!

FF: Wow! What a kind and caring friend we have here! And so multitalented too!
Tell me, how long have you been a part of the community for?

T: I made my blog in December 2015, a few days after Christmas! So for a year and a couple of months now I’ve been in this community and ya’ll still tolerate me, ha-

FF: Tolerate you?? We love you! Don’t we folks? Of course we do! So tell me, what inspired you to join the community?

T: Oooh stop~ I literally do nothing in this community except complain about not being tickled and flaunt how much I am a ho for them bye-
HA OKAY- So like since the summer of 2015, I’d just scroll through thebest-medicine and fluffytickles’ blogs for the amazing fanfics and art, and that’s how I found out there was a whole community! And I had to join of course! I don’t know why I did it so late though!

FF: On behalf of everyone in the community, let me say…that we’re so blessed to have you!!! We love having such a great friend as you in the community.

So what are some of your dreams and aspirations, Toad?

T: Aaww~! Well thank you very much! I love being apart of this community, and I’m so happy you all accept me for who I am! There are soooo many amazing people in this community, and I can’t believe I get to call some of them my closest friends! So pure, I would have never thought of making forever friends on here!

Ah- this may conflict with what I said earlier, though I think my biggest dream would be to be really attractive, like beautiful to the point I fully believe it and feel it. Like, I love myself right now, I think I’m pretty, but I mean I could look so much better if I worked for it. I’d love to do photoshoots too one day. I would love to be famous too, or just be known by a lot of people. I’ve had that dream since I was a kid. Most of it is to get revenge on everyone who was brutally mean to me in school, in a way of “you didn’t stop me.” It would be all for good, I swear. Like for raising awareness to stop bullying by sharing my story, or how we need to be much kinder to nature, or me being so open about my sexuality and body it inspires others. And of course if I had money, I could spoil my moms!
Those are really big dreams though. Generally, I just aspire to be amazing in my future career, whatever it may be, and be happy.

FF: Well that’s truly inspirational. You’re a beautiful, powerful person inside and out and we’re all truly grateful to know such an awe-inspiring amphibian Amazon.
And what would you say is your favorite part of the community?

T: Oh- ​( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Hm, well there’s a lot to like here. Though my favourite part of the community would have to be all of the people apart of it! We are all here because we all enjoy tickling, though we are just regular people with lives and families and friends and an education and talents and dreams, y'know? It is really comforting knowing that I’m not alone feeling ashamed for it when a lot of other people have the same interest, though from the outside and from knowing them, they’re just people who you’d meet at school, or at work, or on the street. It just makes it easier for me to accept the kink and myself rather than feeling ashamed and constantly stressing over it.
Also just how friendly everyone is. Its been real easy to gain confidence and love myself because a lot of people have been so supportive and kind to me when I post personal stories or share selfies or teasy gifs. Yeah.. a lot of compliments are given out and that’s definitely helped me believe and accept them! I really appreciate it all!

FF: Awww, that’s great to hear! There’s so much to like about the community!
Is there anything else you’d like to say to our readers before we hop on to bonus questions?

I’d just like to say thank you to everyone who follows me and for being so kind to me through the months and being so supportive! I am really happy you guys like my blog and enjoy my company! Seriously, I would not be who I am at this very moment without your lovely compliments, support, and friendship. I suck at making friends in person and online so I am still very surprised a lot of you want to be my friend and are friends with me, though you never gave up on me and I am forever grateful for that because I have grown into a better, confident person. Thank you very very much for being so kind to not only me, but to fellow community members too. Kindness goes a long way, and I hope you are able to experience what I have experienced being in this community

I wish you the best of luck with whatever is upcoming in your lives, such as exams or job searching, or graduation, or prom shopping, or house searching, or college applications. Remember to be your very best self, though take it easy too!

FF: That’s great advice. Thank you so much.
So, an anon asks, what inspires you?

T: What inspires me? With work and self-esteem, it’s more of what drives me. I’m closer to my mum, and her side of the family lives a few minutes from us, so I grew up having to hang out with them and the cousins. Though, they are SUPER dysfunctional like- oh my god, the stories are horrible. Like my family at home is silly-crazy, we’re weird, but these people are just… ugh… I hate them. My family is nothing like them, and we’re keeping it that way. So that drives me to excel in school and go to college and get that career I want. With my self-esteem, I want to be good-looking and confident, so if I ever run into anyone from elementary and high school, revenge is served right there at the first glace.
I guess what inspires me though is my friends. I mean, I can’t believe people actually enjoy my company and friendship. I’m glad I have traits that attract them and I can make them happy. It reminds me on days where I’m down, they are always expecting to hear from me soon, or see me tomorrow in class. And if I shared my issues, they’d be there for me with open arms and be patient with me. Just thinking about how hurt and destroyed they’d be if I dropped out, or just vanished from their lives.. is devastating. They definitely inspire me to keep on living life when things are tough, and to continue being the amazing person I am!
Nature is also inspiring to me. I like all the big and little things it has to offer. It reminds me why I’m here in college and why I love it so much, that one day I’m going to be happy helping and working with it, hopefully making it better!

FF: Truly inspiring yet again!
And one last question.
What quote defines you?

“I used to walk into a room full of people and wonder if they liked me… now I look around and wonder if I like them.”
— Rikkie Gale

FF: Ooh powerful!! Well, thank you for your time so much, Toad!

And if you want to be friends with this adorable amphibian aficionada, then go visit @toadallytickles!!

Countless times already Mycroft Holmes has been asked what had happened between him and Sherlock in the past.

They had grown apart at some point, he usually answered with a shrug. There had been…differences.

He had never told anyone the truth. And he was sure that Sherlock hadn’t told it to anyone too. Not even to John. At least not yet.

But Mycroft often thought back to the day, which had driven him and his brother apart. The images were burned into his memory. Indelibly.

It had been a cold winter day…


Mycroft stands before the flat of his little brother and smokes his cigarette to an end. It’s cold. Snow slowly falls on the road in thick flakes. They get caught in Mycroft’s jacket and land wet on his forehead.
He takes a last train and flicks the cigarette carelessly into the snow at his feet, where it burns out with a fleeting glimmer.

Mycroft looks up to the window of Sherlock’s room, and sighs. He takes out his cell phone, hesitates, and then types a short message. When he has sent it, deep shame comes over him.

He doesn’t want to do that. But he has no choice. No one else can do it. No one else will do it. Nobody except him.
He enters the building and walks up the stairs to Sherlocks room.

When he opens the door, he smells a mixture of unpleasant odors. Sweat, unwashed socks and old, rotting fruits…sweet, pungent. He walks over broken glass and crumpled paper. Injecting equipment on the ground. An empty bottle of alcohol on the corner table.

He opens the door to Sherlock’s bedroom.

His brother lies on the bed, his face buried in a pillow. He wears his dressing gown. As Mycroft comes closer, Sherlock groans and mutters something inaudible into the pillow.

“Hello, brother mine,” Mycroft says coldly and crosses his arms over his chest. “How are you?”

Sherlock turns to his side and looks up to him, a mixture of anger and something like shame in his bloodshot eyes.
“I have no desire to talk to you, Mycroft,” he growls hoarsely. “Get out.”

Mycroft considers his brother, sees the circles under his eyes, the dull skin and
the unwashed hair. He looks at Sherlock’s hands and notices that they tremble
slightly. He looks back to Sherlock’s red eyes and takes a deep breath.
“It can not go on this way, Sherlock,” he says seriously. “I won’t watch any longer, how you let yourself go…That’s enough.”

Sherlock lets out a loud snort. “As if you care a damn how I feel!”

Mycroft raises an eyebrow. “Really, Sherlock. What makes you think that? I was always there for you. I was there to help you if there was trouble at school or at university. I was there when you’ve messed up with the wrong people. I was there when you needed money and a room. When did I ever let you down?”

Sherlock stares up at him, and looks for a moment, as if he is a bit touched by
Mycroft’s words, but then the uncontrollable anger covers his pale face again, and he shakes his head violently.
“Yeah, the big and great Mycroft Holmes! The pride of the family, who collects the black sheep off the floor and makes it re-presentable again,” he growls ironical. “I have enough of that, Mycroft. I don’t need you! Go away now. I can take care of myself.”

“No,” Mycroft says quietly. “You can’t take care of yourself, Sherlock. Look at this mess. Look at you. You are addicted and depressed. When
have you eaten the last time? When have you taken a shower the last time? The cocaine has clouded your brain. You need help, Sherlock. I’ll give it to you.”

Sherlock stares at him in disbelief, and then his eyes widen.
“What do you mean?” He asks warily, but Mycroft already turns around and nods towards the two men in nurse clothes which have come softly into the apartment. Sherlock is on his feet the next second, retreats to the wall and shakes his head in disbelief.

“You…You wont do that, you can’t be serious,” he says breathlessly, looking from Mycroft to the men, like an animal in a trap and Mycroft swallows. The sight is too much for him. He looks down to the dirty ground.
“I’m sorry, Sherlock. I’ve never wanted this for you…but it’s the only way. Please go with them peacefully, alright? This clinic is really good, they…”

“No!” Sherlock cries and then he is suddenly right in front of Mycroft and punches him a fist in the face.
He hits Mycroft on the chin and Mycroft groans and staggers a bit backwards, pain flashes through him, both in face and in his interiors. Sherlock has never ever raised his fist against him before…

Before Sherlock can punch him again, the two men grab his arms and wrestle him on the ground with some effort. Sherlock defends himself with all the strength he can muster, but after all he is sick and exhausted and his defense is increasingly weak.

Mycroft holds his chin and looks down on the scene, with a feeling as if his heart is pulled out from his chest, but his face remains hard and expressionless as ever.

He must be strong . He has to hide his feelings behind a shield. It is the only possibility. The only way to save Sherlock.

When Sherlock sees how one of the men pulls a syringe from his pocket, he gets even more panic-stricken and starts to fight again, and now he begins to plead too, and Mycroft closes his eyes. It is too much. The shield dissolves slowly, can be kept only difficult to sustain. An armor with holes…but not yet destroyed. And Mycroft clings to this armor.
He stays hard.

“Please, Mycroft, I will do the detox by myself, I swear it to you, please do not let this happen, please…” 

After the syringe has found a vein in Sherlock’s arm and silences his supplication, he eventually loses consciousness. Mycroft remains rigid stand, as they carry him out. He stands there and he knows Sherlock will never forgive him. No way.

And he is not mistaken.


Sherlock had spent several months in the clinic.
Since then everything between him and Mycroft had been marked by distrust and dislike. Mycroft understood that. He was ready to face the consequences for his actions…
Although it sometimes hurt him, he was glad that he had acted this way then. Sherlock would have probably killed himself otherwise… Now he was alive. And he had friends. And a reason to live. To go on.

Even if their relationship would never be the same again, Mycroft would continue to take care of his little brother. Would continue to hide his feelings behind a shield. Would continue to meet the world with an armor to protect Sherlock…

Because that was his task as big brother…

Big Brother. (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

Originally posted by el-diiablo

Originally posted by astrology-zone

Request: I came up with this on my own. I imagined what would happen if Jerome had a younger sibling (girl/boy). This is just my headcanon but I think he wouldn’t try to make their life a living hell. In fact, he would be the best brother ever and try to protect them from Lila abusing them as well? This is AU by the way and way before he turns crazy!

Tags: abuse, swearing, siblings, girl/boy, running away, AU, IT’S SAD I’M TELLING YOU

Pronouns for Y/N: They/them/their because the younger sibling can be either be a girl/boy depending on the reader. The reader is around 9-12 years old in this fic.

Songfic: Start Again by Gabrielle Aplin

Jerome stood and stared at the small child running around a fire lit inside a trash can, following the same steps they took, chanting out random words as if it were a song to summon a greater demon. He never had an experience of doing such a thing, he was often paranoid that people would stare at him and holler insults if he tried prancing around a trash can in circles.

But not this kid he was looking at, he had never imagined a day where they would throw tantrums because they always listened to him. The last time he had seen them cry was when they got scared of Sheba the circus snake when she hissed, and fell onto the pavement and scraped their knee from wearing exposing shorts that would fly up if you jumped. 

“You see? Sheba is a nice snake.” Jerome gently draped a band aid over the small but stinging cut and gave them an ice cream cone. That kid smiled at the sight of vanilla. 

That kid was Jerome’s young sibling.

“Bro J!” they called, tossing a twig in the flames. “I’m summoning an alien!”

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Summary: The reader is kidnapped by Hydra and finds out that she is Tony Stark’s daughter. She is taken under the wing of the Avengers with Bucky and Steve acting as her protectors. The reader discovers the truth about her family while trying to grieve over the death of her mother, who died during the events in Sokovia. Will she be able to forgive the people responsible for her mother’s death? Will she survive the danger that has fallowed her all her life?

Bucky X Reader X Steve (eventually)

Words: 1581 (yikes)

Originally posted by prouderek-blog

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Bob: *cancelled a con to eat with his gf and arrives late to every panel of latest con* Blarkes: “He has anxiety issues! Protect him! Protect all actors! How dare you criticize him!” Eliza: *Doesn’t do any of that, speaks a lot about body positivity, raises money for dying children and children that need a school. Has said she hates being seen as a dumb blonde* Blarkes: “FAT STUPID UNPROFESSIONAL BITCH. HOW DARE YOU LIKE CLEXA YOU WHALE I BET YOU’RE DRUNK ON MIMOSAS.”