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anonymous asked:

hi dear! how do i get started in tarot? do ya have have resources you could direct me to? (:

I can throw you a couple links, sure: 

More can be found in my [#tarot tag] on my blog! ^^ 

For me, starting tarot reading was as simple as finding a deck that I liked, finding some spreads, and practicing. Depending on why you want to read tarot, your approach may be different. For instance, tarot for me is about introspection and helping myself find some answers or advice I may not have seen at first glance. Tarot can be used for other purposes, though, such as spirit communication, so what you want to use your cards for can change the approach in which you go about it. (In regards to doing tarot for spirit communication, I am afraid I have no personal advice there.) 

Research, of course, is something I always recommend when getting into a new skill. You’re working on that, which is awesome, though I do believe it is important to also leave Tumblr for research purposes. Yes, there’s great stuff here, but there’s also great resources to be found in other areas of the internet, as well as off it. If you can, try to find some beginner’s books on tarot (I am certain there are PDFs of a few somewhere around too), and look into it as much as you can. Sadly, resources can and are likely to show conflicting information, so it’s always beneficial to cross reference and fact check as much as possible. 

Once you’ve got a grasp of tarot - or even if you don’t - picking a deck can prove a daunting task. I personally don’t feel any one deck is “better” than any other for someone new to reading. You will always hear how the Rider-Waite is standard, but that is only because the cards depict symbolism in which they try to make the meaning of the cards clear. Less convoluted, the images try to tell the story of the card, in a way that might make it easy to understand on sight. Not everyone grooves with that, but it definitely can prove helpful at the start when you aren’t sure what every card means. And, let me tell you, even after like three years, I still have to look some cards up, 78 is a lot to remember with an inconsistent memory.  

I would recommend, mostly, just finding a deck that you like, one you think is pretty, or you would like to try out. There may be some research you have to do into that, or you may just be in a store and you find a deck that “calls to you.” There is really no wrong way to pick a deck, as long as you are happy with your choice. (Some decks may not work out for every reader, though, which can be a concern if you buy your first deck and end up not liking it or it’s uncooperative, but it’s a risk we all kinda take. I’ve bought a few decks that I don’t connect with, or that no longer work for me, and that’s okay. It doesn’t mean you can’t read or won’t be a good reader if that happens - find another deck you like and keep trying!) Printing a deck out, or creating your own, can be a good option for those on a budget, but creating a deck can be very time and energy consuming, and also a daunting task all on its own. 

Also, if you find the book or guide that comes with your cards is lacking, it is also okay to find external resources for card interpretations. I personally enjoy [Learn Tarot’s pages of reference], and am even writing them down, since I know some of the books for my decks weren’t very helpful in the meanings. A lot of people will say reading from the book is bad, learn to trust your gut more, etc., but each person reads differently. I feel it’s important to just try it out, try different things, and find your style. 

Once you have a deck you like, a lot of people recommend cleansing it. There are many ways to do that. And of course, there’s the first shuffle (or shuffles), which can always be a pain when they’re all in order. I like splitting the cards into piles and shuffling those together for a while, it’s proven effective for me. People also talk about ways to bond with your deck - things you can do with it or to it to help it grow accustomed to you or make readings easier or more accurate. Those are also things that would be great to look into. 

Doing readings can seem daunting too. I was nervous for my first few as well. And it is perfectly acceptable to read and practice on yourself. Just take it at your own pace, use your book or guide if you need to, and even asking someone’s opinion on an interpretation can be helpful if you’re stuck. Mostly, though, just read. Draw some cards and try to find what they’re saying. As a skill, it does take practice and time before you may feel confident with what you’re doing, if your readings are good or accurate, and that’s okay! There is no pressure or anything, and we all started out in that exact same spot. (Also, reversals aren’t necessary if you don’t wanna read that way - I don’t, but it’s up to you to decide what you wanna do for yourself and your tarot practice.) 

Creating spreads can also seem hard too, but that is also something you don’t need to worry about unless you want to - I use mostly existing spreads for my readings, and they work just fine.; Creating spreads can take time and energy one may not have, and it’s cool if you never want to do it, or just save it until later, but know that whatever you decide to do is cool. There are so many amazing spreads already in existence, to cover a lot of different topics and questions that may occur. Some also find great results in just winging spreads - asking a question and drawing as many cards as they feel is right or for clarification. Again, experiment, try things out, find what you like doing and what works for you, and what may not. We each have our own way to read and do things with tarot. 

I hope that helps you, good luck with your tarot journey! ^^ 


long post ahead but please read

Okay I know acne can literally ruin one’s self esteem, and I know how difficult it is to get rid of them, but it sure is possible so listen up:
*I know you all have different skin types so I pretty much only mentioned shit that works on all.
Okay idk where to start so imma make some shitty intro like Acne Is Mostly Caused By Stress, Hormones, Or Poor Hygiene, and then I’ll go straight to my point.
•••Whatever the cause is, it’s fixable. If it is poor hygiene which I doubt, then all you gotta do is start washing your face or some shit. If it’s hormones you pretty much can’t stop those outbreaks but you can fix them when they happen. And if it’s stress you gotta start doing some anti-stress shit like working out or taking long baths or writing or drawing or whatever that’ll calm you down.
Now, this so far wasn’t exactly helpful so I should probably move on.
Here are some tips and products you should use:
1. So many people will tell you that essential oils do wonders. Don’t trust them, those oils probably won’t improve your skin, they can only cause contact dermatitis and that’s certainly not something you wanna experience. Coconut and olive oils are fine tho, but only if you have dry skin.
2. La Roche-Posay effeclar collection!!! It truly does wonders and you can probably find it in any pharmacy!!! It is kinda expensive but it’s worth it I swear. And!! It’s hypo-allergenic.
3. Ok this is so gonna sound lame but DRINK WATER!!!! Your skin will thank you for that!
4. Face masks are fine but make sure they suit your skin type, otherwise they’ll fuck you up. I honestly love Nivea. And do not trust Sephora with your face masks. Also, those pinterest DIY masks are not to be trusted, but if you really wanna make your own mask use honey and yoghurt. And egg whites. Cinnamon is fine but it can literally burn your skin so be careful with it. Same with lemon and baking soda. I once made a DIY Cinnamon-Lemon-Yoghurt-Oats mask and my skin was red for hours.
5. Azelaic acid based gels and creams!!!! They will literally fix your skin so fast, I had a friend with the worst acne ever and I gave her one of those creams and her skin was literally perfect after using it for a month. And for all I know those aren’t expensive at all, tho you might need a prescription but I’m not sure.
6. If you have oily skin you literally gotta wash it everytime you feel it’s getting oily. Which means at least 3-4 times a day.
7. Many people say that if you want clear skin you gotta stop wearing makeup, but it’s not true. You just gotta find products that suit you; when it comes to foundations I personally prefer MaxFactor bc it’s really good and even my really sensitive skin approves it!! So, makeup is fine just make sure you find the right products.
8. EXFOLIATE!! It’s hella important. I prefer Uriage Hyséac exfoliating mask thing idk you can use it as a mask or as an exfoliant but for all I know it’s pretty expensive. Honey and sugar DIY exfoliators work just as fine.
9. Sleep is important for all I’ve heard.
10. WEAR SUNSCREEN. My personal favorites are Avene, La roche-posay, Vichy and Bioderma; all spf 50+.
11. If you put anything acid-ish or chemicalpeeling-ish do not expose your skin directly to sunlight.
12. Clindamycin solution!!! Saved my ass a few years ago but I’m not sure if you can get it w/out prescription.
13. Also, if you get stressed out, your cortisol will do anything to cause you some acne so make sure you wash your face after every stressful situation ever.
14. If none of this helps you, go get a prescription for azithromycin. It’ll probably help.
If you have any questions feel free to dm me.
Also, I did not make this shit up.
PS I’m too lazy to proof-read this so I’m sorry for bad grammar or spelling or whatever. Ly all xx

Edit: Also, those pinterest tips for getting rid of pimples overnight using toothpaste, vinegar, rubbing alcohol, baking soda or whatever are shit, don’t do that, it might possibly help but at what cost??????? It’s just bad for your skin okay?
Edit 2: Also, if you’re using sugar as an exfoliant please exfoliate gently, for it can fuck you up if you over-do it.

Witchtip Wednesday 1.3.18

How to find your rhythm with your Tarot Deck

Originally posted by evergreen-wiitch

Happy new year to everyone! I’m glad to be sharing this tip and I waited because I’m sure a lot of people got new decks for the holidays.

Tarot has a ridiculous amount of variation in the deck style and variables for the meanings. Some are pip decks, some marssaille some rider Waite smith, and each book that comes with the meanings is slightly different.

When you get a new deck, I always do an intro spread just to get a little familiar with it. But then begins the fun.

Do a Daily pull, first thing in the morning, and if you don’t have time to interpret, take a picture of it. Just ask “What does my day have in store?” Write down your first impression of the card, and every once in a while look at the picture throughout the day.

At the end of the day, compare your first impression, the text book meaning and think about your day. This exercise helps you figure out where on the spectrum your readings are.

Was it kinda vague, was it about someone else, was it closer in meaning to your interpretation, or the book, was it super literal and you found yourself naked collecting water at a stream near a fallen building?

Just do this for a week, even if you’re old hat and in a rut. It can help revitalize your passion, recalibrate your intuition, and make you more confident in your readings by giving context to these elusive cards.

🦇Cheers, Barberwitch

Ghost Quartet Masterpost

Been wondering what on Earth Dave Malloy’s Ghost Quartet is about? You’re not alone pal.

According to the wikipedia article (don’t attack me and my sources this isn’t academia okay) there are four timelines:

  1. The ‘fairytale’ of Rose, Pearl, the Astronomer and the Bear
  2. The House of Usher (a retelling of Edgar Allan Poe’s short story)
  3. Scheherazade and the ghost of Thelenious Monk (a famous jazz composer)
  4. The subway murder ‘fable’

And because this is Dave Malloy we’re talking about, of course these timelines are interwoven despite spanning seven centuries.

However, there’s a fifth timeline as well, the one with the four friends who are the storytellers of these timelines but also are kinda there.

Okay let’s get started for real now. The way I’m going about this is telling you what songs go with which timeline (many are related to more than one!) and what they mean to the timeline:

1. The four friends

  • Track 1: I Don’t Know
    • A pretty loose intro; mentions other timelines but barely, mostly introductory to the philosophy of the show
  • Track 7: Any Kind of Dead Man
    • I actually have no clue what this song adds to the show besides being a bop but what I do know is that I love it. Also Gelsey hands out percussions to the crowd during this just like they do for Balaga in Great Comet so the more you know!
  • Track 9: Four Friends
    • They sing about whiskey and give some to the audience. Listen, I understand this timeline the least okay. And by least I mean not at all.
  • Track 18: Prayer
  • Midnight
    • Not on the recording; just a scene, right before the last song. In it it finally comes together that the friends are (modern?) Rose and Pearl, and Dave (the subway driver), and Brent (the pusher). So they’re the same as in the subway murder timeline but not quite, because they’re also all the other versions of themselves. Read the scene for yourself

2. Rose & Pearl & The Astronomer & The Soldier & The Bear

  • Track 2: The Camera Shop
    • This song provides a ~clear~ outline for the timeline; the short summary behind the book, if you may
  • Track 3: Starchild
    • Before we even really know about the story of Rose and her quest for, among other things, the secret baptism, we’re told about the child she stole.
  • Track 6: Soldier & Rose
    • Rose (Brittain) steals the honey from the soldier (Gelsey), who’s having a highkey existential crisis
  • Track 8: The Astronomer
    • If you’ve ever wondered what Dave Malloy’s diary would look like look no further
  • Track 12: The Telescope
    • This is one of the clearer songs; Rose sees poetic things in the stars thanks to the astronomer, and asks him not to take the stars away form her. But she sees her and her sister in the stars and sees how ‘the younger one is in love but the lover is in love with the older not the younger’ and then Pearl also asks him not to take the stars away from her so even though you already knew you just know this can’t end well. 
  • Track 13: Tango Dancer
    • Rose Red meets Scheherazade, asking her for stardust, but Scheherazade isn’t sure she has any left
  • Track 16: Bad Men
    • Rose discovers what’s been going on between the astronomer and her sister; she goes back to the bear with all he asked for in exchange of mauling the astronomer and turning her sister into a crow, but he tells her to do it herself; he really just wanted the honey.
  • Track 20: The Wind and Rain
    • Since the bear didn’t turn her into a crow, Rose pushed her sister in the river, in which she drowned. Her bones get fished out by a miller (Dave) and left on the bank to dry. A fiddler (Brent) passes by and makes (you know what’s coming) a fiddle out of her breast bone. I’m going to reach here but the song ends by saying how the fiddle would ever only play that one song, ‘the wind and rain’, which is used to describe the story of the sisters. This feels like full circle with the beginning of the show, because the stories only really begin to get told once Rose and Pearl talk about the fiddle.

3. The Subway Murder

  • Track 2: The Camera Shop
    • Rose & Pearl (aka not quite from the fairytale) meet and Pearl tells Rose about her great grandmother’s story
  • Track 4: Subway
    • On this track, Dave is the driver, Brittain is the photographer, Gelsey is Pearl who gets pushed onto the tracks, and Brent is the pusher. Note the lyrics “In the game I’m a soldier / In the game there’s a bear” which is one of those bridges between timelines as Gelsey is also the soldier from the fairytale
  • Track 11: Usher pt. 2
    • It’s implied Pearl dies in this song from being pushed on the tracks even though we’ve already been told about her death (news flash the show isn’t exactly chronological)
  • Track 15: The Photograph
    • As it turns out the photographer was Rose, since she needed the picture of a ghost and Pearl on the tracks wasn’t dead yet but in a way she was already dead too. Both alive and dead at the same time, Pearl really was a ghost when the photograph was taken.
  • Track 17: Usher, pt. 3
    • Edgar tells Lady Usher the story of the subway platform to distract her mind; Pearl plays the game on her phone, gets pushed on the tracks, tries to climb out but resigns herself and sees Rose at the last moment. She smiles for the camera, before the train hits her.
  • Track 19: Hero
    • Rose is at a loss; she knows she did everything wrong but doesn’t know how she could’ve done them right either. I’m going to reach here but the way I understand it, she’s saying her sister dying (and kinda letting herself die since she gave up on getting out) felt like the train ran through her too. 

4. The House of Usher

  • Track 5: Usher, pt. 1
    • Lady Usher (Gelsey) suffers from a mix of hyperesthesia, hypochondria and anxiety. She and her husband Edgar (Dave) have one daughter; Roxie (Brittain). Roxie herself has a daughter; the one Rose steals for the secret baptism, also known as starchild (but Rose is also starchild). Roxie is now depressed, and it’s implied the astronomer is the child’s father and abandoned her.
  • Family Meeting
    • So this track is not on the official album because it’s not sung. Basically it recalls how Roxie had an imaginary friend called Rose (whom she calls a Starchild) but you can read it for yourself here.
  • Track 10: Fathers & Sons
    • Basically Roxie’s brother is the pusher? I think. Also for that one verse Brittain and Gelsey are singing as Rose and Pearl but which version of them to hell if I know. Someone with artistic vision plz explain.
  • Track 11: Usher, pt. 2
    • Basically Roxie and Rose are the same person (but also Roxie’s daughter is also Rose) so when Roxie asks ‘where’s my sister’ and gets answered with ‘you don’t have a sister’ it’s about Pearl dying from being pushed on the tracks. After being reminded one last time her daughter is gone, Roxie dies herself. (Quick recap: Rose-Rose stole Starchild-Rose from Roxie-Rose)
  • Track 14: Lights Out
    • This is basically a bridge that bridges the characters of Lady Usher and Scheherazade (you know since they’re both played by Gelsey)
  • Track 17: Usher pt. 3
    • Listen I could try to explain but I want you to appreciate how it all goes back to the original short story would you please read at least read its summary (see link at top of the post) and then read the lyrics just for me please.

5. Scheherazade & Thelenious Monk ghost version (but mostly Scheherazade)

  • Track 13: Tango Dancer
    • Rose Red meets Scheherazade (Gelsey), asking her for stardust, but Scheherazade isn’t sure she has any left, a reflection of how she feels about how she’s aged
  • Monk
    • Another track not on the album since it’s a scene, in it Scheherazade’s sister (Brittain) asks her how Rose Red stole the starchild, and they discuss the ghost of Thelonious Monk being hidden behind a door near them, hidden away in 14th century Persia with the last piano in the world. Read it here.
  • Track 16: Bad Men
    • Scheherazade has been telling the Shah the story of Rose and Pearl, a nod to how just like in Arabian Nights, Scheherazade connects her stories but doesn’t reveal it from the start, which is also what Ghost Quartet does.

Okayyy I have no idea if this will make any sense to anyone (I’m still a bit confused myself but hey) so if you really want to understand the most you can, I really suggest just hitting up Genius and reading all the lyrics (you get bonus annotations from Dave Malloy if you do so!) The premise of this post was that you had already listened at least only once so if you haven’t and feel put off, just take a deep breath, listen to the album a few times, and then come back to this post! 

Now I’m not going to pretend like I really do know what I’m talking about so if you find I interpreted anything wrong please tell me I’ll adjust! I left some parts out (this post is long enough) but if I missed something crucial tell me as well!

Hopefully this was helpful!

anonymous asked:

Hunty is a term of endearment mostly. It's aave but particularly finds usage around LGBT communities. A lot of lgbt aave words like hunty, yas, werk that have trickled down into tweets and posts come from the rising popularity of RuPauls Drag Race. People started using these words in their everyday vernacular. If you just google Hunty you can see drag queens on World of Wonder break it down for you.

i appreciate u takin the time to inform me on some stuff but i think ur breakdowns might be a bit mistaken or if ur gettin this info from somewhere it might also b makin some (kinda romanticized) assumptions or oversimplifications

im not rly gonna touch too much on this cuz i have some kinda strong opinions about that partiiiicular aspect of rpdr (as in, the language, and how it’s .. drifted into vocabulary of people who don’t do drag and don’t know the history) but i think if ur interested in learning more about the weight some words like “realness” carry, u should totally watch the documentary ‘paris is burning’ it’s a really good insightful watch and might giv u a new perspective & appreciation

The Asshole Jock

Originally posted by disneyshiddenislandrp

Characters: Y/n, Dean, OC Sarah


Warnings: Fluff, cocky ass Dean, clashing between Dean and Y/n, teasing, flirting, fluff, angst, sorta kinda sadness and heartbreak, fluff, more fluff, Dean being a sweetheart and even more fluff to end it all off.

Word count: 4100

Summary: Of course your teacher would make you work with Dean Winchester. Why wouldn’t she put you with the asshole jock?

A/N: Ok, so, requested fic from @ariannnawinchester -High school au, pretty pls ? I’m such a sucker for badboy/jock Dean and he ruffles the feathers of a goodie two shoes reader. Clichè, I know. But you’d write it so good! And then all the fluff! Pls and thank you? With a dozen cherries on top! So I don’t know if u wanted like a quiet ass reader, but I made my reader kinda sassy and a lot of back and forth with Dean. Also, sorry it took so long!! Hope u like it!!

Tagged peeps: @waywardsons-imagines @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @sallyp-53 @greyravenvixen @helvonasche @notnaturalanahi @wayward-mirage @riversong-sam @nerdflash @miss-miep @impala-dreamer @unknown-chronicles @chelsea072498 @deals-with-demons @plaidstiel-wormstache @impalaimagining @deathtonormalcy56 @the-latina-trickster @aingealcethlenn @squirrels-angels-and-moose @meganwinchester1999 @cubs2019-blog @lucifer-in-leather @p–trick @straightestgay-voice @professsionalsinner @deantheotherkingofkinks @50shadesofyes @lucis-unicorn @whispersandwhiskerburn @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @colespriverdale @daddysxlittlexsunshine @atc74 @wonderange @mogaruke @aiaranradnay @totalwhovian @bloodstained-porcelain-doll  


“Hey, y/n”.

You looked past the door, Dean Winchester leaning against the lockers, a smirk on his face.


“Wanna come back to my place? You teach me about algebra. You plus me equals S-E-X?”

You rolled your eyes, slamming the locker shut.

“Screw you, Winchester!” you yelled over your shoulder, shaking your head as he let out a raucous laugh.

“Immature asshole”.

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Yui Appreciation Week 2017!

Starts on Sunday, March 26!! :D


  • Spread no hate and take no hate. Don’t try to start arguments with anyone, and if anyone sends tries to start an argument with you, remember you can just delete the messages and block the person. You can turn off anonymous asks or disable messages from people that you don’t follow, too.
  • You can participate with fanart, fanfics, edits, or just plain ol’ text posts sharing your Yui favorites. Show everyone your stuff :D But remember not to repost stuff that you didn’t make!
  • Tag your stuff with #YuiAppreciationWeek2017 and be sure to like & reblog other people’s posts too!! Spread the love! (you can tag me in your posts if you want!! >:D)
  • Tag Lost Eden spoilers
  • You don’t have to follow the prompts exactly ^^ For example, if you didn’t watch the anime then you can do something else for day 5. Just have fun and love Yui

Here are the prompts for each day:

Day 1: Yui Komori
(Intro day~ Do whatever you want)

Day 2: Yui’s Best Quality
(i.e. faith, perseverance, etc)

Day 3: Yui’s Best Outfit
(If you’re an art person I would really like to see some fanart of her in new outfits! Yui is so pretty o(^▽^)o I want a day to appreciate her beauty!)

Day 4: Favorite Scene from the Games
(Tag spoilers!)

Day 5: Favorite Scene from the Anime

Day 6: Favorite Pairing

Day 7: Favorite Quote
(Yui has a voice - please use the last day to make sure we hear it.)

I Do My Boyfriends Makeup! (Yoonmin)

Plot: Yoongi is a Youtuber who post covers of songs and raps he makes. His boyfriend, Jimin, is also a Youtuber who is a beauty guru and does a lot of makeup tutorials. The most requested video he’s been asked to do is his boyfriends makeup. So he thought, why not? 

Genre: Fluff, cuteness, whipped Yoongi 

Requested by Anon, hope you like! 

Originally posted by jimiyoong

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under-the-lakes  asked:

Holiday prompt: Bellarke college AU where they share a class and they keep fighting each other until they decide to let off steam through hate sex... Which somehow turns into fwb and feelings (Thank you so much for doing this, also all your fics I amazing and they always brighten my day!)

“Okay, we need to do something about this,” says Clarke.

Bellamy wants to disagree, but Professor Pike took them aside after class and issued a formal warning to them both about being disruptive, which means if Clarke reforms and he doesn’t, he’ll be the troublemaker.

If he’s going down, he’s taking her with him, but the wiser choice would be for neither of them to go down. If Clarke can be mature, he can be too. After all, she started it. And she’s apparently stopping it.

So he nods. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Did you have something in mind, or are you just asking questions and planning to shoot down every answer I offer like you always do?”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m trying to make peace here, can you not be an asshole for like thirty consecutive seconds?”

“Maybe twenty on the outside.” He sighs. “Seriously, what were you thinking? I’m open to suggestions. We could set up a weekly lunch where we–”

“I think we should have sex,” she blurts out, and he stops short.


“Me too,” she says, with an overly dramatic sigh. “But it seems like the easiest solution.”

“Based on what? How did you even come up with that one?”

Clarke shrugs. “Bang out the resentment. It’s an option, right?”

“Is this how you solve all your problems?”

“Of course not. Just the ones I think it might work on.”

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Exec 1: What should this computer-savvy character be doing in our show’s intro?

Exec 2: IDK, have them moving some holograms around. But like, in a badass way.

(Also, I am now severely disappointed that there has never been a Batfam and/or Birds of Prey show featuring Oracle doing that exact move in the intro. Looking badass behind glowing holograms is her thing, come on people.)

New York // Part 1

hi. um, sorry I haven’t been really active on here, I didn’t have any motivation to do any of the texts or write one shots or anything like that. although after Harry’s performance on snl I was like yanno what I really wanna write somet about it so here it is. well, the first part. I am planning on writing the part where he’s on set and stuff I just kinda had to intro the whole thing plus I guess it was about time I posted somet as well. hope you enjoy it, make sure to tell me if you have any ideas or if I should start one shots which are continueous? I’ve seen some people do that and it seems interesting, it’s not so much as a fanfiction because the events wouldn’t be happening after each other but they would have some connection. wow I’m rambling but tell me what you think! happy easter guys! 🐰 oh and you can follow me on my main blog which is hesasnowflake bc i kinda got back onto it? idk up to you. oh that’s also my twitter if you wanna give me a cheeky follow lmao shameless promo x have fun reading this tho also idk when part 2 will be out so keep an eye on this blog or just turn the post notifications on. lotta love, xoxo -b


Travelling was always one of my favourite things to do and so when it meant it will excuse me from doing other things I was supposed to, I just loved it that much more. Working on assignments wasn’t near as much fun as packing a suitcase, getting a plane ticket then driving to the airport and getting on a plane to get somewhere else in the world.

Honestly, there was nothing better.

Even though many people don’t like long flights I personally enjoyed it. I liked going on different planes, experiencing different journeys with different people. I know I might sound like a right weirdo at this moment and time but I’m only telling you the truth.

And so going back to the beginning, where I was saying I loved travelling just a little bit more when it meant I didn’t have to do certain things – well, at least for a little while – that was exactly the situation I was in right now.

My luggage was already checked in and I went through security as well so I had the chance to get myself a nice cup of coffee from Starbucks with a sandwich which I ate at one of the tables there. Feeling extra happy, I pulled my phone out of my hoodie pocket and pressed down on the button on the device so that my screen lit up. A smile made its way onto my face as I saw unread messages from my best friend who also happened to be my boyfriend.

Harry: you’re still coming right? I’m absolutely flipping nervous

Harry: oh crap I’ve gotta go, we’re doing an intro ad thing for the show. see you soon hopefully. love you x

A light chuckle left my lips as I clicked out of the message and opened another one from my lovely mother who was asking me if I made it onto the plane yet or if I’m still at home, lying around on the couch. Well what can I say I was never one to leave in time or make it in time to somewhere therefore I wasn’t surprised when I saw her messages.

Instead of texting her back, at which I was absolutely terrible but I think that was already shown when I never answered Harry, I clicked on her contact name and called her.

“Hey love, are you at the airport yet? Are you all checked in, yeah?” she asked me straight away, not even letting me take a breath before she flooded me with her questions.

But I guess mums will always be like this, right? And I should be grateful she’s like this with me because most children don’t have the opportunity to have a good relationship with their mothers or parents in general. 

“Hi mother, yes, I am at the airport and yes I am checked in,” I laughed as I lifted my cup full of hot coffee which may I add very rarely drank. I wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee but I needed it in that moment.

“Very well then,” she sighed. I heard soft clicking noises in the background so I knew she was working on something like she always did. It was as if she never stopped. If she wasn’t at work she was cleaning the house, the garden or doing extra work at home. I guess you could say she was really work-orientated, she liked keeping herself busy at all times. “Have you talked to Har yet?”

“Hmm,” I hummed as a huge smile appeared on my face again. My mum and dad called Harry “Har” and he loved it and it just made me very-very happy because they got along so well. “Although he had stuff to do so we didn’t talk on the phone.”

“Right, he is a busy man, isn’t he?”

“He is,” I agreed. “Anyways, I think I should get my laptop out and do some work so I don’t have to do all of it when I get back. I know for a fact I’m not gonna do anything while in New York.”

“That’s great thinking, my love. Looks like you inherited some of my drive to do work whenever wherever,” she laughed.

We talked for a few more minutes then she had to excuse herself because she had a Skype interview with one of the applicants or something like that. I guess you could say my mum was a boss-kinda-person at work meaning that she was an important member of the company she worked with.

While I had my laptop open and my drink in my hand I didn’t really do much although I didn’t expect any less or any more from myself. Basically, I just wasted my time until I had to pack my stuff away and get my arse on the plane. Which might I add was happy about. How could I not been happy about it?

Finally, I was going to New York. Not to mention the fact that I was also going to be seeing my amazing boyfriend who I miss very much.


Those eight hours on the plane didn’t even do anything to me. Probably because I slept all the way through which was clearly shown in the fact that my phone’s battery was dead since I forgot to plug it in once we were in the air and I was listening to music throughout the journey.

When I got through the security and immigration which was literally the longest bloody thing ever, I got my stuff then sat down inside and got my laptop out. It took me about fifteen minutes to connect to the free Wi-Fi which was terrible on its own so that just added to my stress and small amount of panic which was starting to build up within me.

I had to get a hold of Harry somehow because stupidly enough I didn’t tell him the time my flight would be arriving here and I also didn’t let him buy my tickets. Well, he helped me out because he truly insisted but he just transferred money onto my card, which honestly was more than I needed so I sent it back to him and only used a small amount of it, and I was the one who bought the tickets.

Once I was on the internet, I clicked on my messages which were blowing up, all of them from Harry. I didn’t even bother reading them I just clicked on the little bar and started typing out what I wanted to tell him before that stupid free Wi-Fi cut off.

Me: hii, I’m here and I’m stuck lol. my phone’s dead cos I never charged it on the plane so if you could come get me from the airport that would be lovely. sorry for not telling you when I was landing, I totally forgot. I’ll be outside but don’t bother replying bc the wifi is shit and I’ll probs won’t get your messages. I love you see you soon x

To send that message it took me like another ten minutes and just when I thought it would never go through, it said “Delivered” under it. I felt the built up pressure leave my shoulders as I almost closed my laptop off but then I saw his message pop right up.

Harry: good thing I have amazing connections right? I figured I’d find out when you’ll arrive because I know you and I had a feeling you’d end up stranded at the airport

Me: wait what you spied on me little fucker smh well at least you’re here right I’m really hungry haz hurry up please the wifi will go away pls xxxxxxx

Harry: get up your ass then and come out. I’m in a white Audi right as you come out the sliding glass doors

I smiled reading that message. I didn’t even bother putting my laptop away I just closed it down, put my backpack on my back then with my macbook in one of my hands and my suitcase in the other I started making my way out of the airport.

The sun was brighter than my future in that moment and I absolutely regretted not taking my sunnies out but it didn’t matter too much as soon as I set my eyes on the car which he mentioned in his text.

Squinting, I walked towards the car and as I was about to open the door, the window rolled down at the driver’s seat.

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked the lad as I looked at him, one of my hands coming in contact with my forehead so that I could keep the sun out of my eyes.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked at the stranger, confusion taking over me completely.

“I-I’m so sorry sir, I thought-, my boyfriend,” I stuttered as I didn’t know what the actual hell to say. Was Harry seriously taking the piss? “I’m sorry, I’m going now,” I told the man as I reached out to my suitcase handle then pulled it behind myself.

I couldn’t believe how big of a dick Harry was. Did he find that amusing? Well, knowing his crazy ass he most probably did. And he definitely saw it all happening from one of the cars.

I crossed my arms once I put my laptop away in my backpack and leaned back on the seats. I honestly didn’t find this shit funny at the beginning then as I started to get over it, I begun to chuckle slightly until I realised I was shaking my head and grinning like crazy.

This was not the first time he had played me like that. We’re always like this with each other though. Some people would say we are too immature for our ages but I mean we couldn’t care less about their opinions. This was another reason why we worked so well together with Harry.

“Now that, my friend, was absolutely hilarious!” looking to my left I saw him walking closer, looking bloody gorgeous as always as his deep voice made a few people look at us.

His outfit was full black like always, his skinnies hugging his legs perfectly and his dark coloured shirt was so see-through you could easily make out the butterfly on his tummy and the swallows on his chest. He was fricking perfect and he knew it. Well, I was hoping he did because he was.

He was laughing by the time he got to me and all I did was shake my head and stood up, my hands still folded together and pressed against my chest.

“You’re just so funny, aren’t you?” I asked him, arching a brow while the tone of my voice was nothing but pure sarcasm.

“That I am, baby, that I am,” he smiled as he put his arms out, ready to pull me into a hug and boy did I waste any time? The fuck I didn’t! I almost flew into his arms, my body literally smacking into his and he had to take a few steps back as I basically fell onto him. “I missed you too, love,” he laughed quietly.

His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his chin resting on the top of my head then later he pressed a few kisses onto my hair. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as my hands wrapped around it and locked my fingers together at the nape of his neck. I sighed as I let myself melt in his touch, in his hug, in his arms.

“I love you,” I whispered as I pressed my lips against his skin for the shortest second then pressed my temple against his neck before I pulled away.

“I love you more,” he kissed my forehead as he let his hands slip off of me; down my arms and in the end he intertwined our fingers. Bringing them to his lips, he kissed my knuckles while he shut his eyes, not minding one bit that we were still out in the public.

Once he let go of me he took my hand in one of his hand and got my suitcase in the other one. I rolled my eyes as I saw we were nearing a black Audi and not a bloody white one. I could hear him chuckle as he opened the boot and put my luggage in and I just got in the passenger seat at the front.

Soon enough he was sitting next to me, buckling his seatbelt in and starting the car right away.

“Hand?” he held his right hand out to me as he looked to the left to see if any cars were coming and I just had to give in. Making sure my sigh was loud enough, I put my left hand into his and he once again intertwined our fingers. “I’ve gotta nip to the studio real quick to sign some papers with Jimmy. D’you wanna come or should I take you to mine first?”

“Whichever works for me,” I shrugged. “If yours is too out of the way I’ll just go with you and then we can get some food because I’m still starving then go home.”

“Sounds like a plan.”


And so that is what we did. Harry quickly went into the studio and he was out within ten minutes. I was dying at that point, my potential jetlag and hunger both doing my head in.

“Okay-okay, what d’you wanna eat, hm?” he asked me as his hand found its home on my thigh, gripping it a bit here and there.

“Dunno, don’t care,” I muttered. “Whatever’s close s’fine by me.”

“I’m guessing you don’t wanna go in, right?” I shook my head no and he hummed in response. “Have you ever had Taco Bell before?”

“Do I look like I spend all my time in America like some poeple?” I asked back sassily. I was tired and hungry with a headache on top. I wanted to cuddle Harry and sleep. And food of course.

“Drop the attitude, sunshine. I’m not up for it.”

“Well I’m not either so that makes two of us,” I told him right away. “Take your hand off of me now and take me home. I can’t be arsed getting food now.”


It took us twenty minutes to arrive at Harry’s penthouse that he rented while he was in New York or he owned it. I honestly didn’t have a clue and I couldn’t care less. I wanted a bed and nothing else. I was starting to get in a pissy mood and I didn’t like it because I knew Harry didn’t need my stress on top of his.

Throwing my stuff on the floor I found my way upstairs and into a bedroom which most probably wasn’t the one Harry was staying in because it was way too clean and I didn’t see anything in this room apart from the basics.

Shutting the door behind me rather strongly I plopped down on the bed, slowly crawling under the sheets and putting my head on the pillow. My eyes were shut right away and I felt content. Relaxed. Cool.

In that moment I also knew I should’ve stuck it out, taken my attitude back and get food instead of coming home but oh well. I made a scene already so it didn’t matter. Especially not after I fell into a deep slumber.

Quick Fic Intro

I noticed a lot of folks kinda come through my blog after I’ve finished certain things, or who are simply unaware that I’ve done certain fics or that I do long fics, and now that there’s almost 5000 of you (??!!?!) I thought it might be fun/helpful/good for my ego to just kinda list some of the bigger McHanzo projects I’ve done that you might not have seen through my blog! 

So in no particular order, here’s some of the pieces I’ve done (by no means an exhaustive list, but you can browse my AO3 for all of the non-ficlet pieces):

  • Threads–red string of fate AU, probably my claim to fame
  • Blue–McCree with Hanahaki disease
  • Again, Again–5+1 about smooches
  • Against All Odds–5+1 about bets
  • Adaptation–a “watch them get together” one-shot; my first real fic for the fandom, no longer all that groundbreaking but still something I did and like
  • Closure–Hanzo takes McCree with him to Hanamura on the anniversary of Genji’s “death”

and many others that I won’t link because that’s superfluous

So yeah! There’s some stuff I’ve done!

Pairing: Patrick Hockstetter x Reader

Warnings: Blood, gore, fluff, ooc. 

Words: 1,436

Request: hey, could you write a patrick x reader in which they’re both seniors and have seen each other their whole high school life but never really talked to each other because they’re completely different, but when he’s looking for ben at the sewers he sees her escaping from pennywise, he helps her and she tells him what happened after he takes her home and kinda takes care of her? I know it’s too long, but I’d really appreciate it, thanks!!

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anonymous asked:

Hiya! Have any of the mods experiences a similar situation? Recently, my mother has been denying my trans-ness(?) by saying my autism clouds what gender truly is and my trauma makes me want to "reject being a girl" since i'm ftm. I don't know what to say to convince her otherwise, so if any of the mods could share their experiences/help me make a script for talking with her that would be so helpful <3 (Can this please be tagged as TrashRat?)

My mother does not know about my trans status, but she does know about me being queer.


I’ve actually been thinking about this for myself, whether feeling uncomfortable identifying as / being called a woman may be related to autism and / or trauma for me, but I have only told two people so far and both people have been amazingly laid-back and supportive. So unlike anon I don’t have anyone denying my experience / gender, and the potential link between my autism and trauma and my gender identity is rather something I’ve been considering for myself, as a part of self-reflection.

(I’m not sure in how far I’m qualified / allowed to speak on this though? I am technically non-binary so I do feel the “what is my gender linked to” thing (also, it doesn’t really matter? the result is the same, trauma or autism or no), but I don’t ID as trans?)


This is a thing that I’ve found hard to figure out as well. I have pretty strong alexithymia and so it’s a toss up on whether or not me going into shutdown when I’m referred to as a woman is because I can’t cope with the shift to woman from girl, or that it’s fatphobic comments that have been made in the past or it’s dysphoria?? (Spoiler: I’m pretty sure it’s all of these)

As I mentioned in my intro post though, I definitely think that being autistic affects the way I perceive my gender. I haven’t told anyone about questioning my gender but I do identify as trans and it is a very real fear for me to end up in a similar situation with doctors if I decide I do want HRT at some point.

I think though that even if anon’s gender is affected by being autistic and trauma, that doesn’t make their being ftm any less valid. It’s still who they are at this point.


Long Post. For which I apologize. This is, however, my expertise. It is also something that I have experienced, after a fashion - or as Mod Rage said at our conference, “How I autism affects how I gender. How I gender affects how I autism.”

Okay, so, Mod Rage and I just got back from Gender Infinity, which is a gender conference largely for professionals, including medical doctors, therapists, psychologists, etc. Basically, anyone who has anything to do with gender.

I was there as a speaker speaking on this exact subject. This is what I study. This is what I am published in, this is what I write on, this what I speak on, this is my life. The experts in gender were there to learn from me and my team, which spanned activism, psychology, sociology, and biochemistry. I feel absolutely confident claiming that I am an expert in this intersection.

Autism very often does cloud our perception of gender. It does not cloud our judgement of gender. Quite the opposite, because of the effort that we put into to existing in the world around us, we often have a better judgement of our judgement than most people.

There is at least a tenfold increase in clinical gender dysphoria among autistics, but my professional opinion is that this is absolutely a low estimate because of flaws in the studies - namely, most of the studies rely on binary identification of male and female gender and/or they rely on identification by parents, guardians, or caretakers.

Some gender clinics are reporting up to a 30% increase in autistic diagnoses in their client bases than are expected in the general population. One of the panels I attended was hosted by a psychologist speaking, in part, about these specific concerns. They went so far as to suggest that we should consider whether or not autism should be screened for as a matter of course in gender clinics.

This idea that autistics cannot judge gender comes from the idea that we inherently lack “theory of mind” - but whose theory of mind? I am sitting here, typing this up right now. I am aware of the complexities and nuance of gender and autism - so much so that others consider me an expert (particularly where the sociological aspects are concerned).

Like, I personally have a clinical diagnosis for both gender dysphoria and for autism spectrum disorder, the latter of which came from one the directors of a major autism clinic. Clearly, I have some level of what is going on.

Gender is, in part, an internalized sense of self. Having any sense of gender at all completely undermines the very theory that is used to discredit us.

Autism absolutely affects how feel our gender, but it does not prevent us from judging our gender. At the end of the day, you are the only expert on your autism, and you are the only expert on your gender.

At the end of our panel, we were asked a very probing questions by one of the psychologists. Should we be viewing treatment of Gender Dysphoria as a treatment for autism. And the answer is yes, it is a secondary path to treatment. This is the information that the psychologists and psychiatrists and therapists are taking back to their gender clinics.

I want to be absolutely clear, we are advocating for these ideas. We are offering personal and community insight to these ideas. And we are studying these ideas.

There was a (allistic) psychologist at the conference who does already have the Ph.D. behind her name and she was presenting the very same ideas we were from a clinical perspective - it actually worked out that she shared case studies, introduced these topics, asked questions to get other professionals to reconsider their perspectives, and then by either excellent coincidence or brilliant planning, our panel followed and answered many of those questions and challenged those professionals to examine how exactly this kind of gatekeeping arises because of misperceptions of autism.

From a clinical perspective there is something else that is exceptionally important to consider. The DSM does not shy away from stating when and why comorbid diagnoses cannot occur (like how Selective Mutism is not a comorbid diagnosis). Gender Dysphoria is not excluded from autism, and autism is not excluded by dysphoria. More to the point, under autism it specifically says to diagnose other comorbidities if the criteria fit.

What is entailed with gender dysphoria as a diagnosis? Well, you only need two of the criteria to make the diagnosis, and these are the two easiest criteria to make:

  • A strong desire to be some alternative gender different from one’s assigned gender.
  • A strong desire to be treated as some alternative gender different from one’s assigned gender.

That is it. Just, I want be a different gender, I want to be treated like a different gender. This, by the way, is the criteria for gender dysphoria that was met in the case study of a significantly non-verbal autistic presented by a psychologist in the workshop before ours. This autistic spoke two sentences and only when people called him “her” or “she” or another feminine pronoun.

“I am he. Call me he.”

Within nine months of treatment for gender dysphoria, he was holding conversations both inside and outside clinical settings. When we say that treating gender dysphoria is paramount to autistic health and mental health, we mean in big ways. This. Stuff. Matters.

So the big question is, well, how do you address this with your mother? I’m not sure. The only thing I can tell you is the science, and why people treat us this way. My experience tells me that someone that is going to use that to dismiss your experiences is going to continue to do so for the most part, and that the best way to handle it is it is safe to do so is just to be persistent.

If she is someone that responds to scientific articles, there are a few that can help but they can be pretty heavy (send me an ask to @candidlyautistic​ if you would like those).

In the meantime, here is a report from Specturm, which is the news outlet for an autism research group. You might find some useful articles here. Articles are listed from newest to oldest. The first two are specifica articles about autism and gender identity, while the last is a general portfolio of autism and sex/gender stuff that will have a lot of stuff that isn’t helpful.




I hope that you find an approach that works well for talking to your mother.

- Sam

Live in Chicago Highlights

Okay lets do this

In order of appearance: 

We’re so Starving:
-I want Ryan to play me like his guitar

Nine in the Afternoon:
-“do you kNOW WHAT I MEAN”

But It’s Better If You Do:
-All of the guitar tbh
-“And I wouldn’t be caught DEAAAAAAD”

-All the back up vocals. All of them.
-“You’re a regular decorated emergencEEEEEEE”
-“Just sit bahck” when did Ryan become British
-“Sit baAAAACK”
-The chick yelling “Ryan”

She’s a Handsome Woman:
-A Rock and Roll Song™

The Only Difference:
-“Don’t you seEE”
-Spencer’s mic

Behind the Sea:
-“Lets get a lil atmosphere goin”
-“Or Lake Michigan” “that’s way prettier”
-That low ass note B starts on
-Brendon’s lil “yay!"s

Lying is the most fun:
-"Lets get these teen hearts beating faster fastahr” lmao thanks ry
-“Where was it we lAST LEFT OFF?”
-(“Oh pick up, pick up”)
-*sighs the word fuck"
-“Hold a lover clooooooooose”

I constantly thank god for Esteban:
-So slo
-(I just really wanna be able to play guitar as well as Ryan)
-“Douse the LIiIiIiIGHTS”
-“Just stay where I can see you douse the LiIIIIIIIIIIIGHTS”
-“Don’t you get it baby don’t you move”

That Green Gentleman:
-/Guitar fills/
-(“Things have changed for me!”) bless ry
-“Hey that’s okay, I’m on my way and I’ll SAYY”
-“Things have changed for meEEe”

There’s a good reason:
-“You guys like Jazz at all?” (all of this part tbh)
-VOICE so deep????
-“Woooah *gasp*”
-(“keep up!”)
-*less certain “JAZZ HANDS”*
-“You can’t stahnd it” return of Ryan The British Boy™
-”And I know and I know it just doesn’t feel LIKE A NIGHT UP WITH NO ONE –SIZING YOU UP"

Folkin Around:

I write sins:
-“Oh!” *giggles*
-tambourine so fast wow

Northern Downpour:
-Ry’s intro wtf
-“I see your lighters and cell phones”
-“There you go”
-“Northern Downpour sends its love // I Love You”
-“I know the worlds a broken bone, but melt your headaches call it home <3”(i want to die)
-Like everyone is doing backup vocals
-“Come on Chicago!”
-“There we go”
-*cheering* *cheeky tambourine* *louder cheering*

Time to Dance:
-The crowd doing the “dododo"s
-“Have some composure where is your postuUuUuUre”
-“You sure, you sure?”
-“We got Mr Spencer Smith playing the drums”
-“Your hometown boy Jon Walker on the bass”

Pas De Cheval:
-The other Rock and Roll Song™
-How the fuck do guitars work
-“Imagine knowing meEEEE OHH”
-“You’ll never know until you’re thEEERREEE”
-“This is one of the most fun playing live I’ve had with this band”

Mad as Rabbits:
-”I wanna see a lot of love in the crowd, I wanna see hugs and kisses andgreat things like that" RY YOURE SO GAY
-“yOU WERE A MAP!” [[harmony!!!]]
-(ry what the fuck are you playing)
-“I LOVE YOU (I can’t tell what the fuck brendon says but same)”
-The “WAHHHH” that endlessly scares the shit out of me
-*casual goodbye*

NurseyDex Week 2017 - Day 1 - Get Together

I’ve decided to do NurseyDex week this year! Let’s see how many of these I actually get to. (PS - I’ll probably end up posting these all to AO3 as a series at the end of the week so I have a chance to clean them up a bit, but for now, enjoy this un-betaed fluff I wrote in ~ 4 hours) Prompt found here. Find the rest of my nurseydex week stuff here!

Finals are always an interesting time around the Haus; with Chowder and Dex yelling between their rooms about why their code wouldn’t run, Nursey discussing philosophy and literature with anyone who sat still enough to listen, and Bitty stress baking every flavor of pie he can think up, you were hard pressed to find anyone who was functioning on all cylinders.

Dex had spent more time this past week in the library than in his bed, and it was starting to take its toll on him. He was basically asleep on his feet when he walked into the Haus one night, moving into the kitchen on autopilot to seek out any leftovers or pie that might be waiting there. Even the crappiest day could be made better by the promise of Bitty’s cooking. Nurse sat at the kitchen table, leaning heavily on his arm and flipping frantically through one of his texts, marking the relevant pages as he went.

“Hey, Poindexter? Back from the library?” he asked, barely looking up to register who was walking through the door.

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anonymous asked:

I've been thinking about CR college/uni au for awhile now and i was wondering what your/the fandoms consensus/ideas were for what courses VM and co would study? I have some idea for some characters but others? not a clue. Sorry to bother you <3

omg no you’re not a bother! I love arbitrarily sorting characters into groups and this 100% counts. I know @imaginarydiscographies did a college au a while back which is pretty fun and I’m sure there are more around but the general trends I’ve seen have been:

grog as a studio art major (what with the shapes and colors thing) and/or a Sports Guy. he’s probably in intro econ with vex for the credit and wouldn’t get through it without her

keyleth does environmental science, or some sort of agriculture/veterinary track (esp if it’s an A&M school). personally I could also see her doing an International Relations minor or certificate or something, as a Future Leader Of Her People

percy does engineering. which sort of engineering changes from headcanon to headcanon but he’s always doing engineering and always overworked (which is, afaik, 100% true to engineering students)

pike is pretty much always premed, generally with a double or minor in religious studies

scanlan is pretty universally a music student. personally, I’d peg him as more of a theatre guy. music majors are way too chill, in my experience. zany, sure, but not Scanlan-level eccentric. maybe philosophy too?

tary I haven’t seen anything around for Tary but his dad definitely wants him to be studying econ or pre-law or whatever and instead he’s doing english lit and compsci

tiberius IS A FILM MAJOR sorry but tibs is 1000% a film major Trust Me I Would Know

vax the only headcanon I’ve ever seen and subscribed to 100% is theatre major vax. that boy is definitely in the theatre department and definitely that specific brand of theatre major disaster

vex is econ/business. probably does some environmental science stuff with keyleth, tbh. volunteers at the animal shelter.

also, off the top of my head: allura’s a history/gov major. gilmore does business and spend a lot of time volunteering in the theatre. zahra studies classics. kima’s taking the premed classes but doesn’t really want to do premed (she’ll end up in social work). kash is premed. that’s what I’ve got.

The Talk™

Pairing: Peter Parker x (Gender Neutral) Reader

Warnings: Fluff; Some sexual themes (please read the disclaimer); Maybe some slightly embarrassing situations (but hopefully no major second hand embarrassment, I hate that); The Sex Talk™

Word Count: 2,327 (ummm, this one got away from me…)

Summary: 22.“No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for today!” 57. “It isn’t up for debate.” 93. “Move your hands to the side. I want to hear you.” Requested by Joshblue02 on AO3. SPOILER FREE!!!

DISCLAIMERS: So Peter’s ~15 in the current MCU version, and I’m over 18, but I know that a lot of the people reading Peter Parker fics are closer to his age, and use fics as a way to explore things safely without actually doing anything with another person in real life (been there, done that), so there are definitely some sexual themes in this for that reason. I wrote it this way because I wish that I had read something like this when I was going through puberty and experiencing a lot of changes and wanted to understand things but was too shy to ask and didn’t want to actually try anything. LET ME BE CLEAR: I do not condone sexualising minors in any way, shape or form. The “You” character is meant to be Peter’s age. Please, if you are a teenager, be careful about decisions with your body, and be safe (especially if someone is older than you), and remember that while sex is not evil, it comes with a lot responsibilities (wrap it up to stay safe). I’m not an expert by any means, but if you want to talk about something, let me know and if I can’t help I’ll help you find resources that can.

It had been a normal day: sun shining, birds chirping. You and Peter had completed your early morning training, and were supposed to be spending some time studying, doing homework, being good students. He had come to your room with an armload of books that had almost immediately been forgotten in favour of cuddling with you on your bed.

It had been almost an hour of cuddling and talking when he started shifting. You knew he was going to make a move to get up soon. As much as he enjoyed being a couch potato like your average teen, he could never stay still for too long before the need to be at least somewhat productive took over. You blamed it on his enhanced senses. If everything was dialled up, then it would be hard to just relax for a prolonged amount of time.

He tried to get up and you hugged him tighter.

“Come on,” he tapped on your arms, “let me up.”

“No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for today!”

“Babe, I need to look over those schematics Mr. Stark sent me.”

“Not right now, you don’t.” You tilted your head so you could kiss him. He kissed back immediately. It was a short kiss, but definitely convincing.

“Sweetheart.” He was trying to chastise you, but you both knew it wasn’t going to work. When you went in for another kiss he met you halfway, and all the fight in him was gone.

Making out with Peter had a typical rhythm to it that you very much enjoyed. The start was usually slow and soft, before becoming more heated. You’d hold each other close, enjoy each other’s warmth, the feel of your bodies being pressed against one another. When you broke for air and made eye contact, you almost always broke out into giggles because of how Peter’s hair got messed up, and how his skin flushed from the intensity of it all. Peter would join you, because you weren’t much better. After that you’d usually get one more small pack on the lips before turning back to whatever you were supposed to be doing.

Had that happened it would have continued to be a normal day.

That was not what happened.

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