tags: Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Angst, Cliche Summer Things, Fetus Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Summer, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Illegal Activities, Football Stadiums, Kissing in the Rain, Kissing Under the Stars, Holding Hands, Crying, Implied Sexual Content, Minor Character Death, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Crying in the Rain
“Is this going to get us in trouble?” “Depends what you mean by trouble.” “Remember the water balloon incident of 2010?” “It won’t be as bad as that.” “That’s still not comforting Lou.” “C'mon, Harry. It’s the summer, cut loose a bit, have some fun.” “Your definition of fun usually includes something illegal.” “Exactly!” or louis encourages harry to do stupid shit cause he’s the adventurous one and harry goes along with it because he’s madly in love with his best friend.
summary: in which harry and louis are inseparable trouble makers who think they have everything figured out, but as it turns out, they don’t, and they have one summer left together until louis goes to university.
Part of the reason relationships and friendships can be so difficult for me is because there is a part of me that thinks I have to get things just right. I have to say the right things and do the right things or I won’t be liked or loved anymore. It’s stressful, so then I engage in an elaborate attempt at being the best friend or girlfriend and get further and further away from who I really am, someone with a good heart, but also someone who may not always get things right. I find myself apologizing for things I shouldn’t be apologizing for, things I am not at all sorry for. I find myself apologizing for who I am.
And even when I am with good, kind, loving people, I don’t trust that goodness, kindness, or love. I worry that sooner or later, they will make my losing weight a condition of their continued affection. That fear makes me try harder to get things right, as if I’m hedging my bets.
All of this makes me very hard on myself, very driven. I just keep working and working and working and trying to be right, and I lose sight of who I am or what I want, which leaves me in a less than ideal place. It leaves me… nowhere.
With age comes self-awareness, or something that looks like self-awareness, and so I try to be on the lookout for patterns of behavior, choices I’m making where I’m trying too hard, giving too much, reaching too intently for being right where right is what someone else wants me to be. It’s scary, though, trying to be yourself and hoping yourself is enough. It’s scary believing that you, as you are, could ever be enough.
There is an anxiety in being yourself, though. There is the haunting question of ‘What if?’ always lingering. What if who I am will never be enough? What if I will never be right enough for someone?
You shout it out But I can’t hear a word you say I’m talking loud not saying much I’m criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up
Wilford Warfstache was sitting on his bed, tears in his eyes. It was his fault Celine and Damien were gone. He’d killed his best friends.
I’m bulletproof nothing to lose Fire away, fire away Ricochet, you take your aim Fire away, fire away
Will buried his face in his hands. How could he have shot his friends? How could he do that? A pink moustache couldn’t change who he really was…
You shoot me down but I won’t fall, I am titanium You shoot me down but I won’t fall I am titanium, I am titanium, I am titanium, I am titanium
He didn’t know what to do. A shaky hand was on his revolver, but he’d just come back, right? He’s just come back….
Cut me down But it’s you who has further to fall Ghost town, haunted love Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones I’m talking loud not saying much
Walking past his friend’s room, Dark heard crying and stopped. He knocked lightly on the door. “…Will?”
I’m bulletproof nothing to lose Fire away, fire away Ricochet, you take your aim Fire away, fire away You shoot me down but I won’t fall I am titanium You shoot me down but I won’t fall I am titanium, I am titanium
There was no response, so he pushed the door open to see Wilford holding the gun, staring down the barrel. He sucked in a breath, running to his friend and taking the gun from him. “William, no.”
Stone-hard, machine gun Firing at the ones who run Stone-hard, thus bulletproof glass
Will looked at him, tears in his eyes and running freely down his face. “I can’t do it anymore, Dark. I can’t.” Dark sat down and pulled the crying Wilford into a hug, which was rare for him, being someone who doesn’t like physical contact. “You have to, Will. For me.”
You shoot me down but I won’t fall, I am titanium You shoot me down but I won’t fall, I am titanium You shoot me down but I won’t fall, I am titanium You shoot me down but I won’t fall, I am titanium
I think 76 "I need you to pretend we're dating..." with Shinsou and Bakugo would be great. I'm in rarepair hell with those two
Here, have a tie-in to the A/B/O spitefic, because I am suddenly hungry for more of that.
“So here’s the thing. I need you to pretend we’re dating.”
Katsuki stares at Shinsou with something like part confusion, part worry. “…alright? Is there a particular reason you need me to pretend to date you?” His voice is even now, but Shinsou can see the gears turning.
He does his best not to fidget. “Monoma is being creepy. That’s all.”
Monoma, who routinely made snide comments about him “being better than the rest of them now that he had hero friends” and “using his cluster as a convenient excuse.”
It’s hardly anything directly overt, but Shinsou’s gotten used to listening to his instincts during his time here, and right now his instinct is telling him to stay close to Katsuki.
Katsuki’s face darkens. “When it rains, it fucking pours,” he mutters. Louder, he says, “Yeah alright. We’re dating then.”
Monoma choses then to walk close, and without a single pause or beat or even acknowledging he heard the other boy approach, Katsuki slides his hand along Shinsou’s, tangling their fingers together. The heat from him feels a bit like being dunked in a warm bath, and Shinsou shivers, relaxing.
“So, Aizawa’s catching you up to what you missed, right?”
“Yeah.” He can feel Monoma hovering, and does his best to focus only on Katsuki. It’s not particularly hard, given the profound feeling of safety emanating from the boy right now. “One of the things I’m stuck on is crisis control. My Quirk isn’t varied enough for me to be of much assistance unless its for rescues.”
Katsuki hums, and then wraps him up in a debate about the usages of his Quirk that causes lunch to practically fly by. He never notices when he goes from across the table to pressed up against Katsuki’s side, one of Katsuki’s muscled arms around him. The boy runs even hotter up close, and it’s such a nice feeling compared to everything he’s used to that Shinsou gladly relaxes into the hold without meaning to.
He doesn’t normally like physically contact with people, but he’s beginning to understand why Izuku spends so much time curled up against Katsuki like some kind of cat. When lunch ends, it’s almost a shame. But at least Monoma has stopped being creepy for the moment, so that’s a plus.
“C’mon,” Katsuki says, gathering his stuff up. “I’ll walk you to class.”
“My hero,” Shinsou deadpans, and that earns him a grin and a head shake.
“Careful there. You’re beginning to sound like Deku.”
“Why do I get the feeling you wouldn’t actually be upset if that were to happen? Do I need to play the jealous boyfriend? Should I act suspicious?”
Katsuki snorts. “At this point in our lives, the only thing we haven’t done is fucked.”
“Which implies you have at least kissed him.”
“Sixth grade. Everyone kept talking about it, so we experimented. Neither of us figured out what was so great about the kissing thing, so we dropped it.” He shrugs. “Guess it’s just one of those things.”
“Good for the goose, not for the gander?”
“Something like that.” He stops outside class 3-C, and turns to Shinsou. “If that creepy fucker comes after you or does anything you don’t like, you come straight to me, got it? I don’t give a rat’s ass what time it is. It could be the dawning of the apocalypse and I’d still come down here and put my boot up his ass for you.”
Shinsou laughs. He doesn’t mean to, but Katsuki is earnest, almost eager in his declaration, and it slips out. “Careful, with that kind of attitude, I might actually fall in love with you. And then I’d have to compete with Kirishima for your affections.”
“Please, there’s more than enough of me to go around.” He aims what Shinsou supposes is a salacious leer at him, but it mainly just comes across as a particularly manic grin. “Don’t go bending over anytime soon while that fucker’s around.”
And then, before he can escape to his classroom, Katsuki steps up, lays a hand on the back of his neck in a touch so gentle he almost doesn’t register it, and presses their cheeks together.
Just like that, Hitoshi suddenly gets why Izuku loves pressing himself against Katsuki so much and doing this. It’s like a switch in his head flips, and his entire body goes slack, the tension unwinding from his body. He’d almost accuse Katsuki of secretly dominating him if it weren’t for the fact he hasn’t touched either of their scent glands. This is just him offering reassurance to a cluster mate in a pinch.
“You need to start letting us take care of you more often, Shinsou,” Katsuki rumbles against his ear, which causes him to shiver. “If you’re this hungry for touch, we need to start dragging you in more often.”
“M’fine,” he says, and the words are meant to come out flat and monotone, but instead come out high and breathy. He feels Katsuki smirk against his neck.
“Sure you are. Now. Off to class with you.”
He steps back, and Shinsou has to stop himself from reaching out and dragging Katsuki back in. Given the little smirk he gets as Katsuki ambles off, he knows it too, the absolute bastard.
Still, the reassurance leaves a kind of cool bliss on his nerves that even Monoma’s creepy behavior doesn’t shake for the rest of the day. Maybe Katsuki has a point - maybe. He won’t ever admit it, but there’s a possibility he might indulge Katsuki’s idea the next time he sees Izuku and Katsuki.
So I am in Youngstown, OH for the night. The drive today went very smoothly. Listened to the first three episodes of The Adventure Zone. Enjoying it so far. Though I’ll be curious to see how things get better once they all are more comfortable with the game.
But the best part of the day was getting to have dinner with @coppermarigolds. Because there is nothing better than yelling about ‘where are our swtor companions BioWare?’ than in person with a friend. :D
I’ve got about seven hours of driving tomorrow, which shouldn’t be too bad. But for now, I’m going to try to catch up on tumblr a bit, continue my re-read of @senseandaccountabilityLoghain/Warden series, then hopefully get a good night’s sleep!
sometimes i think about how i will never get to hug the only friend i
had from age like 11-15 and i get really sad and then i think about how
there are kiddos out there right now who only have taylor and who get
to live these crazy amazing experiences and u know what? it is enough to
know that somewhere out there a lil girl who has cried more than she
has smiled this year gets to hug her best friend and have this beautiful
memory for the rest of her life, gets to have this amazing role model
who cares about her and loves her and wants the best for her and like
yes of course i wish that could have been me and really i wish it were
me now, but where i am right now i can appreciate that maybe a girl like that
needs it more than i do. and it is enough.
Author’s Note: I am so sorry if you find any writing mistakes, also, who do you predict will end up with the main character?
Plot: You are secretly in love with your best friend and ashamed to admit it. You have known Jungkook for many years, the both of you grew up in the same neighborhood. You know everything about him, from his small quirks to strange humor. He gradually became your medicine and laughter – you fell in love with him during the last couple months of high school and could not stop thinking about him since. The both of you get accepted to the same university and you are unable to handle the tension.
Pairing: Jungkook | Female Reader or Jimin | Reader
My boss sold our clinic to her associate doctor and she’s splitting after Halloween. This is good. We already have direct deposit and the place is finally moving into the modern age.
And I am moving from my tiny apartment directly facing the parking lot and a very busy street (not to mention surrounded by irresponsible kids in or just out of college) to another tiny apartment in the same complex that is fortunately in the courtyard and far away from the hustle and bustle of Manchaca Road.
Finally, I continue to have a crush on someone I have been chatting with almost every day for the last 27 months; someone I never would have gotten to know if it wasn’t for this stupid site. She’s my best friend and for now that is good enough.
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Summary- Amelia and Eleanor arrive in Cordonia and prepare for the masquerade.
I followed Eleanor onto the private plane, taking a look around. I couldn’t believe I was on a private plane or that I would be going off to a whirlwind trip to Europe accompanied by a bunch of nobles to help my best friend possibly marry a prince. It was something out of a fairytale or a movie plot.
However, I wasn’t going to say no to a free trip to Europe. My parents were used to my wandering ways and hadn’t been at all surprised when I told them I’d be going to Europe for a few months. They were used to my impulsive decisions.
I felt a little bad for Daniel, who would be picking up the slack at the bar now that Eleanor and I had both quit, but… Not bad enough to stay behind.
There was a hot guy already seated when we boarded the plane. He looked at Maxwell. “You found two women crazy enough to go along with your scheme?”
“More like safety in numbers,” Eleanor answered, “Amelia is just coming to keep me company.”
“And to watch her back,” I added, causing Eleanor to look at me, obviously surprised. I just smiled. I loved her, but she was more sheltered than I was. I didn’t know anything about Cordonia, but I had a feeling that a court full of nobles might not be super welcoming to an American stranger, even one as beautiful and well-bred as Eleanor and I figured my job would be to watch her back.
The hot guy nodded. “Smart. She’s going to need it.” He held out his hand. “I’m Drake.”
“Amelia Grant,” I told him with a grin, “is there a last name? Or are you a really big fan of the musician?”
He laughed, it was a nice sound. “Drake Walker.”
“No title?” I asked curiously. I had already learned that Maxwell was apparently Lord Beaumont and it seemed that the object of Eleanor’s affection was a prince.
Least Favorite character: hmm uther i think, i always wanted him to shut up lol
5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): MERTHUR, morgana/gwen, gwen/lancelot
Character I find most attractive: Morgana
Character I would marry: Morgana
Character I would be best friends with: Merlin
a random thought: It was all so gay
An unpopular opinion: They should’ve taken a leap and changed Morgana’s storyline. Is that unpopular?
my canon OTP: Merthur
Non-canon OTP: Merthur (see what i did there? It was canon yet not canon, so gay yet not gay enough, story of my life)
most badass character: all main character were badass i think!
pairing I am not a fan of: ar/wen
character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Morgana. They made her this amazing person at first and then to follow the original story they did their Morgana a 180. It made no sense to the kind of character she was *sigh*
Hi, my name is Jayden, and I honestly have no idea how to fill out this desription. If I put all I like to do all day is lay in my bed with my phone in one hand and a chicken wing in the other, people are going to think I’m weird, but I am weird, and honesty is supposedly the best policy. If I was asked to describe myself in front of others, I’d probably stare blankly at the person asking.
I’d like to say that I can be pretty outgoing, and I love people, no matter who they are, even if I’m very awkward. I will be a senior in highschool this upcoming fall. I am interested in things like thriller movies, pugs, photography, sims and music. My favorite band is Nirvana, and I also really like rappers like Mac Miller, G - Easy, Kevin Gates, ect. I’m also a Libra, if that tells you anything about me. I am also 4/20 friendly.
Basically, what I’d like to say about myself is that I am a very open human being and a lbgt+ rights activist. I don’t really care who you are, as long as you can carry a conversation I will talk to you. I also would like to say that I am in a committed relationship and I’m not into things like trading pictures or inappropriate chat.I also know this is a pen pal website but I am more into using social media / imessage / kik to talk. If you’ve read this far & think we could be friends, shoot me a message!
Preferences: Age preferences: 16-19 Female gender prederences
Tip for witchcraft: If a helpful, rotten-egg smelling fellow appears and offers to help you, this is just a neighborhood Nomed, a friend to all people and all they ask for is for you to sign their petition- you shouldn't read it, though, it's tedious and they have your best interest at heart. Note that I, myself, am not one of these handsome, powerful, wondrous creatures, I just admire them and like to spread the word.
Don’t worry about me though I’ve been through worse I will come back strong I just need to fight.
One odd thing that keeps my mentally ill ass going: Carrie Fisher. I think to myself, what would she want me to do? I know that’s silly and I have a great support system irl but I’ve always been bad at going to my loved ones with my pain. And it’s worse since my abuse in some ways. I am proud of myself for opening up to my best friend today and he was super supportive but … Idk. Carrie Fisher works for me
One day I’ll get my tattoo of her as General Organa and the words “make her proud” on a banner below it
Tumblr changed or dumb people changed?
I believed/trust you/them
What i have now?
Only sadness and tears
Who you can not see
What the fuck ia wrong with people?
I said so much personal things
And you/them just stop talk to me
Or you/them unfollow me
I am not blind
I feel everything
It is really makes me sad
I know you can say just internet friends
When i/you/they talked to people
Now is nothing
So it just hurts that they can not remember me
I do not know i did not ask them
What happened to people when they stop talk to me?
Well i wish them the best and good life
Maybe they said thankgod
Not mine even i am still thinking about it