i drink this kind of stuff

how to study with depression

i’m gonna be honest here. i don’t get the psychological support i need right now and studying is getting harder and harder, as much as any other activity is. so whenever i can, i do whatever it takes to become motivated to do some work, and here is what helps me:

1. environment visuals - this is a very important aspect for me, i’m mostly a visual learner and i need to have everything matching, neat and compatible with my aesthetics. so if you feel demotivated, start with cleaning up, maybe do a little makeover to your study space or even room, as i did not so long ago. this can give you a vibe of a ‘fresh start’, some sort of break from past problems.

2. environment noise - my parents absolutely hate silence. as long as they’re awake, there is always TV going on, any source of noise and images, they find it helpful when in stress, but i don’t. i want to have either perfect silence, which i can find in library and, thank god, sometimes at school when teachers leave as alone with problems/exercises to do, or i want to have some music blasting in my headphones, blocking noises from my parents. if you’re having difficulty focusing on work, you have to get rid of the distractors - turn off your computer, if you have a laptop - take it away from your desk. close your door or ask people at home to keep it quiet - they’re most likely to take it seriously because they most likely want you to have good grades too.

3. mental distractions - whether it is something like stressing about other test than you’re studying for, being focused on other plans you have for the day/week or minor things like wanting to play video games - it is very distracting and we fall into the loop hole of doing the third thing while stressing even more about every other. you want to have a clear vision of what happens when. as a visual thinker i like it when i can easily recall an image in my mind. so do your to-do list, organize every event happening this day, this week or even this month, and if you’re like me, make it clear, colorful, easy to remember. that way if you have organized your study time for a certain subject, even if you think about any other, you will find yourself knowing when is time for that. and knowing that you DO have time for that.


of course there are other things you already know like drinking water, sleeping well, all that kind of stuff. keep in mind that while you can do what you’re comfortable with, you should also set some challenges for yourself. recovery doesn’t happen when you’re doing nothing. on days when you feel better, think about spending your time differently, slowly doing more and more. you’re gonna thank yourself for the results and, perhaps, this shall motivate you further. best of luck, students!

agentsokka  asked:

Not sure if you've made posts about it before (sorry if you have!), but could you elaborate more on the alphas not 'getting' each others' main flaws? I'm really curious since I haven't heard their relationships described like that before.

Sure, let me try to articulate what I mean here. 

Basically, the alphas as a group all love each other SO MUCH, which is awesome, they’re this closeknit squad and they’re all so important to each other and their relationships all make me feel enormous sprawling feelings, but the sheer AMOUNT they all love each other sort of blinds them to some of their own needs. They all want to think the very best of each other, and the occasional thoughts they have about each other that aren’t like 100% positive get immediately suppressed and marinated in guilt juice and they try not to acknowledge it and go back to focusing on the good instead. 

So they’re all kind of bottling things up about each other, right? But it doesn’t come from any malicious place, it comes from a place of wanting to be the best they can be because they care about everyone else’s opinion so much but also knowing they aren’t always their best selves – and knowing their friends aren’t always their best selves – but if THEY know their friends sometimes are shitty, that means everyone else might know that THEY are sometimes shitty, too. 

They’re all trying so hard to downplay the bad and upjump the good, which is MUCH MUCH easier to do with online relationships. 

You throw them into physical proximity and suddenly those annoyances you all tried so hard to pretend didn’t bug you that bad and never talked about because talking about unpleasant things is, well, unpleasant, start to boil over. Put that on top of the stressful circumstances that led to several relationships starting the session OFF more strained than usual, and wow. They had no fucking chance. 

I love the alphas so much – they got shit on by a lot of the fandom because their plotline was so internal and cerebral, but that is the kind of shit I LOVE. The betas were all friends, but they never felt like ONE GROUP to me. The full four way group dynamic never crystallized. We always found them interacting one on one and rarely ABOUT one another, because the betas’ conflicts were more or less external. The betas’ story up to Collide was them vs the environment, the game, doc scratch, sburb, the horrorterrors. The alphas’ story is so much about THEM. Their relationships. Them as a group. Their interpersonal issues and foibles and there’s this element of nitty gritty real HUMAN-ness to their struggles that isn’t super present with most of the betas who feel like more fantastical figures that struggle against equally fantastical antagonists. (The betas KIND OF segue into something like this post-Collide, but it’s not expounded upon as much, they’re split into different groups, and also a lot of it got retconned - Jade and John had some interesting moments on the boat but that stuff was probably the biggest victim of the retcon.)

OKAY. 

Here’s an example of what I mean to wrap it up: 

Jane and Roxy are best friends, they love each other deeply, you can tell from their every interaction that they care tremendously about each other’s opinion of them, but. Roxy has a drinking problem. This (I think) clearly makes Jane uncomfortable sometimes, but Jane suppresses it and pushes it down because she wants to think the best of Roxy, she minimizes the issue. No one ever confronts Roxy about this very serious problem she has in any real or effective way (not just Jane, NO ONE does this) because they all want to think the best of her and oh… haha….. it’s just a little foible… just  a quirk…. it’s cool…. not a big deal …. I’m sure roxy has her life under control no big deal!!

Basically EVERY alpha relationship has something like this going on. Everyone downplays how much the AR bugs them because hey I’m sure Dirk has things under control he probably does this on purpose god Dirk you’re so silly jeez Dirk we’d really like to talk to you instead of your fucking hell robot sometimes but oh well I’m sure Dirk knows what he’s doing ho hum let’s all downplay how much this actually bothers us because we want to think the best of Dirk and can’t imagine him ever creating a situation he genuinely cannot deal with or control because well gosh he’s just so capable!

Everyone downplays how selfish Jake can be because oh well Jake is just silly he’s so nice he doesn’t MEAN to be this way I mean it’s JAKE how could Jake English ever do something as vaguely malicious as take advantage of how he KNOWS Jane never really says what she’s thinking if that thing is hard to say and use that to his advantage to give him a perfectly reasonable out on having to tell her he isn’t interested in a romantic relationship with her and then, KNOWING she actually did have a huge crush on him, constantly inundate her with his issues with his boyfriend for months thereafter. Surely Jake could never be that manipulative he’s so nice!! (NOTE: I love Jake English, specifically BECAUSE of things like this, I honestly would not like him if he were actually the way fanon paints him all the time, some weak cinnamon roll that can do no wrong.) 

etc etc etc

This is why I love the alphas! They are a group of fucked up teenagers who are all struggling so fucking bad but all need their friends to believe everything is ok, and who need to believe their friends are ok, who want so bad for each other to be happy that they sabotage themselves both individually and as a group in misguided attempts to pretend at and manufacture that happiness without actually doing the hard work of fixing the underlying issues preventing them from TRULY achieving it. 

(The one issue, as with most things in Homestuck that I have issues with, is that we are not shown the resolution to these arcs and struggles in canon, boooooooooooooooooooooo)

anonymous asked:

WTF was all that pure pastel pink promo shit weeks ago? I feel like I dreamt it. Now when I look at the album art and listen to the lyrics about different women and sex and I make no correlation to the pure soft vulnerable bare Harry on the cover. WTF is the hard candy lyrics? WTF is going on with 'I am not a womanizer' image. Oh yeah sex, drugs & rock'n'roll. That's what's going on. As a fan of rock music I am so proud of the album. As a fan of Harry, I am disappointed.

Hello, and thank you for your message.

I completely understand. In fact this morning I did a full rant about my thoughts on the matter via Twitter. You can read it here. Like high key, Twitter is where I have no filter and am like “THIS IS WHAT I’M THINKING!!” and Tumblr is where I’m an analytical hoe about things, so let’s analyse!

I listened to the breakfast show last night (as I am currently in LA) and then fell into a mini rage coma because I, too, was like, “What the actual fuck just happened?” Then I woke up to this:

And I was like, “Well this is probably the most damage control we’ve ever gotten or will get.”    

HOWEVER! The dichotomy from Harry rainbow-wearin Styles and this NO HOMO I HAVE HETERO SEX WITH ALL THE WOMEN Hersh makes me…uneasy. That’s the only word I can come up with. Let’s be honest, last week Harry looked about one tattoo and rainbow away from coming out. This might as well have been him at that hockey game:

And then today with this…

There’s just this constant push and pull between what Harry DOES and what he says in interviews. But I get it. I do. Harry Styles is a billion dollar commodity. Do you understand how much revenue he’s brought to Sony in the last month? He sold out a tour for music that no one had even heard in minutes. 

At one point in my vida loca I was offered a publishing deal with a company that everyone has heard of. They wanted to publish it through their non-fiction department and they wanted me to say that I had slept with a don or professor at my university. Which I hadn’t. This was during my final year at university, and whilst I’m sure my life would’ve had a much different trajectory I’m also sure that once people figured out who I am (as many have), I would probably be stripped of my hard-earned Oxbridge degree for lying and shaming my university. Which is why you’ve never read any kind of SCANDAL at Oxbridge. Just the normal undergrad sex and drinking stuff. I rank quite low on the list of outrageous alumni if you look at the last 900 years of students. 

Back to Haz. 

Whilst I never compromised my morals, I also didn’t sign any kind of deal with the devil when I was 16. We have absolutely no idea what the details of his employment are. And he is an employee. Harry is owned by someone. Whether you like it or not, the bottom line doesn’t stop at Harry, it stops at the people who are investing in him and relying on a substantial profit. 

Perhaps the rainbows and pink and very romantic vibes he’s got going on with just about any man in his vicinity thing were all put out there to test the waters. We know that they monitor the fandom, and maybe the analytics didn’t hit their “okay to be gay” criteria. I’m speaking bluntly in terms of business because I can guarantee you that Sony cares about exactly one thing: the money that they are making for themselves. 

Something else to consider when recovering from whiplash because of this complete 180 Harry’s done since last week, is that interview with that horrible woman who said, “Fans are convinced that ‘Sweet Creature’ is about your relationship with Louis Tomlinson. Is it?” After which Harry spent approximately 138 seconds saying “Uhhhhhhhh” before refusing to say “no”. He could’ve said no! He could’ve SHOUTED no, as he did at Grimmy when he said, “Here’s a song about Taylor Swift!” One thing we got from that interview is that Harry does indeed have the word “No” in his vocabulary. “No. This isn’t about Taylor Swift.” vs “Yes. I can understand why fans think this is about Louis because it is but I would lean towards them maybe being wrong.” That isn’t how you say no. And that didn’t go over anyone’s head. 

Honestly, I love this album. “Woman” is actually my favourite song from it at the moment. I can’t really listen to “Two Ghosts” because it sounds too much like “Revelry” by Kings of Leon and that song is forever associated with a very bad time for me so yeah. “Woman” just reminds me of Bennie and the Jets and 27 Dresses.    

I just wish it could’ve been left at, “ It’s much more powerful when not taken simply as what it is.” Because that’s so true. This album is so layered and brilliant and I think I’m mostly mad that they’ve reduced it to such a boring and blatant interpretation. We got the very opposite of what Harry’s been telling us when he all but said that these songs are about actual women that he literally slept with. 

So I guess my question is…what exactly is Jeffry helping with aside from bringing back a narrative that Harry seemed to have tried relentlessly to debunk?

I just can’t reconciliate the Harry that they’re pushing this week with the Harry that reacted this way to being called a womaniser in an interview:

Regardless of what you think or ship, I do think that it’s fair to feel like you’re being asked to accept two completely contrasting versions of Harry Styles right now. 

Bath Magic: Where to Begin

Hey y'all, C here. Today we’ll be talking in depth about the practice of bath magic. 

If you look around most traditional parts of the magical community, you’ll notice that bathing for ritual work or spell work is a fairly common practice. So what do I mean when I say that I specialize in bath magic? For me, bathing and witchcraft go hand in hand, and I do a ritual in the bath once a month at the very least. I’ve always loved the serenity and focus (not to mention complete selfishness) of taking baths, and so as I’ve grown into my craft it seemed like a natural place to draw magical energy. I find that the hot temperature of the water makes it very easy for me to get to a trance-like state (if not outright do trance work) and being naked in the water gives me a great place of vulnerability and rawness to begin any kind of spell work. T and I also use bathing in our shared craft to begin most of our major rituals, and that entails doing a cleansing bath with a special kind of locally made bath salts that we have been using since the very beginning. 

So what do my bath spells usually look like? To be honest, they vary a lot based on my resources at any given moment and the purpose of the spell. There are some things that I do every time such as: 

 • dedicating the bath for myself by placing a talisman or crystal (or other object I carry a lot/feel represents me) on the rim of the tub  

 • placing candles (often in corresponding magical colors and scents) around the tub and bathroom to add to the magical energy of the space 

 • making sure the water drawn is hot enough to remain warm for 40+ minutes and get me to a trancing state but not too hot as to burn my skin or make it uncomfortable for me to be in the water 

I also put something into the water every time I do bath magic, and in fact that is where I believe most of the magical intent is decided. This also widely varies with the type of spell. Some things I’ve done are: 

 • just throw in a handful of Epsom salts for a super basic cleansing. I also use these (in addition to some other ingredients) when I’m doing a real trance or astral travel or trying to communicate with a deity because they make me feel floatier in the water and therefore easier to forget my body

 • put in a few drops of different kinds of essential oils based on their magical associations

 • drop in some tea bags (like mint or chamomile or bags I’ve already used first for drinking) while the water is running to get a good infusion 

 • use bath salts that already have essential oils or herbs (or even glitter!) in the mixture. I use bath salts that I make myself, that T makes for me, and store bought and locally made mixtures, all with good results. It all depends on what I’m feeling at the time. 

 • use pre-made bath bombs, melts, and bubblers from Lush (although I’m sure one could use stuff like this from anywhere) based on the ingredients and names of the products. I’ve used Sex Bomb for a glamour and sex spell, Space Girl for glamour and deity exploration (I do a lot of glamours), etc. 

The practice of bath magic is great because we live in a society where bathing itself is so culturally charged to be reflective and purposeful. For that reason, it is also a great way to practice your craft that is not suspicious, or questioned by people you may live with. Even at their worst, taking long baths appears only over-indulgent. But I can live with that.

-C

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More merch for me! I ordered some stuff by @aileine from Redbubble (a mug, a notebook, some stickers, a print, a pillow) and I’m the happiest bean rn because my Eruri-collection keeps growing and seriously…her stuff is amazing and looks awesome on the products *__*. The quality itself is also very good!

If only the Eruris themselves could keep away from my stuff =__=

They take couple-baths in my tea (til Erwin farts at least)…

…and they try to take glances at my notebook. Those fuckers.

Night Moves (Part 2)

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Summary: The reader hooks up with a guy she meets at a bar one night after she gets to the town where her childhood friend Jess is getting married in a few days time, leading to some unintended consequences…

Part 1

Pairing: au!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,300ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Part 2, enjoy!…


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Voltron Model AU

My blog kinda messed up and deleted a lot of my posts so I’m gonna post this again but altogether cuz I’m to fucking lazy


Model AU

• Pidge and her brother Matt are those siblings models but there only doing it to pay for the expensive school they both go too.
• Hunk is one of those plus size models and everyone loves his personality cuz he’s so nice and humble, he has a foodie blog that he takes a lot of pride in.
• Keith is one of those chill angry looking guys that model for sports wear and stuff. He’s known for not being sporty at all, and he’s said multiple times he has no idea how he ended up where he is.
• Shiro is also a sports model but he dose some of those tux modeling every once in a while, he has the most followers. The media has no dirt on him and people think he amazing but really he just never leaves his house cuz he’s always too stressed.
• Lance is one only those people who got Instagram famous and was offered to come out in runways and magazines for publicity and he rocked it and got a permanent hire, he’s mostly for like Forever 21 Men and hipster shit like that. He love sports and has been after Keith’s shoots for a while.
• They all randomly met at some weird charity ball or some runway thing
• Lance and Hunk hit it off (friendship wise) quickly and soon started up a cooking YouTube channel together. With Shick and Lances very culture based foods that people are always impressed by.
• Lance actually really likes Keith’s shoots and dreamed of having his job so when he met him and he was kinda a dick he was really disappointed
• He and Hunk quickly befriended Shiro tho and it forced them to hang out cuz Shiro was already really good friends with Keith
• Pidge met them when she asked Keith if she could get him a drink
• (not in a flirty way but cuz she wasn’t of age and really wanted one)
• (Keith didn’t really know better and gave her one)
• (they both got in huge trouble)
• (but it’s okay cuz Lance got them out of it)
• Matt came over after it all and they all just formed a circle and talked together.
• Someone took pictures of them all hanging out and it kinda became lowkey news
• People started shipping Lance and Keith and Keith was surprisingly into it
• He would joke on Twitter and stuff about asking him out and Lance posted pictures of him giving flowers and stuff like that as a joke.
• But it was lowkey not a joke they just didn’t know cuz they both thought they were kidding
• Pigde and Matt did a shoot with Lance and Allura (a up and coming model who they met that day) for a Old Navy thing
• They all hit it off and invited them to a BBQ hosted by Hunk and yeah it was fun
• They all kinda got drunk tho so Allura took Pidge home so they wouldn’t deal with there bull
• They accidentally uploaded a video of them acting stupid and it got a lot of publicity
• And the reason it was a big deal was because Shiro was throwing Matt into a pool but Klance was making out in the background
• Also while throwing Matt into the pool Shiro yelled “I’m gonna marry her!(Allura)”
• he was really drunk cuz he was stressing out a lot.
• Shiro is still confused because “who even took that video?”
• There all a happy dorky family and everyone loves them


Model AU Part 2
• Shiro finds out it was Hunk’s girlfriend, Shay, who took the video and feels BETRAYED
• He thought she was a very nice person how could she do this??
• He managed to block the video from Allura, now he just needs to find a way to hid the trending tag from her…
• Matt swears he’s never drinking again (he dose very soon)
• Keith thinks that he and Lance are an item now, but Lance is a blackout drunk and doesn’t remember anything
• “Haha sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything, i really lose myself with these kind of things”
• “We. Had. A. Moment. How? Can? You? Not? Remember?”
• “Sorry? Are you okay?”
• He was not okay
• He didn’t want to just show Lance the video tho cuz that seems kinda insensitive and lame
• DUN DUN DUN MOTHERFUCKING LOTOR SHOWS UP
• (He’s not evil or mean or anything in this AU he’s actually really nice and stuff but Keith hates him because…)
• He asks Lance on a date after doing a shoot for swimsuit modeling (Lotor was doing the swimsuit thing not Lance)
• (Lance was just at the studio to see a job offer)
• Lotor just saw him and wall like “hey Lance right? Really loved your ‘generic pose’ shoot, blah blah blah, we should grab a drink?
• Lance says yes cuz DAMN THIS guy is hella
• Shiro is unlucky too cuz Allura decided she would accept a film job overseas
• Hunk Pidge and Matt feel bad for them and take them out for drinks
• They get drunk again. (Including Pidge, there was no supervision)(she’s 16 in this AU so it’s not that bad)
• Cue drunk phone calls to Allura and Lance (they had a night out together cuz they really wanted a see a movie that no one else was interested in)
• Lance and Allura open up there voicemails at the same time and WHAT IS GOING ON??!
• The next day Keith and Shiro hear THERE voicemails and it’s just Lance and Allura really worried
• Keith and Shiro regret everything and try to drown themselves in the pool (Matt and Hunk stopped them)
• "Guys this is a community pool, my neighbors will be mad plz stop” (-Hunk)

anonymous asked:

Ok, so since Paps didn't like coffee a latte, what about energy drinks? Like the sweet ones that taste kinda like liquid candy. (I drink these and my favorite is Venom fruit punch flavor, I find they give my day a little /kick/ )

oh but he’s fine with candy though…good luck finding the perfect drink for Maximum Intense Energy

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“Is there any meaning in, doing something like this?

“I’ll just say this, however you think about it, it has nothing to do with me.”

“If I can drink blood when I feel like it, that’s fine.”

“… … you as well, like it that way too, right?

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Money’s such a weird thing. The way it changes certain people around you, the attitude they have towards you, and it changes the people you think it wouldn’t change. Just small things. I remember being in a club with a couple of friends that I was close to. We ran up this hefty bar bill – it was 700 quid or something – and I sorted it at the end of the night, then left. I got a call the next morning from the bar: ‘Oh, your mates came back later and they ran up another 600-quid bill and they just said to charge it to you.’ I know that’s a proper first-world problem, but… you just see people you’re close to seeing you as a cash machine rather than a mate, like if they hang around you they’ll get stuff from you. Whereas my mates back in Suffolk, as soon as we get to the pub they’ll buy me a drink. Small things like that, rather than going out at the end of the night and kind of sneaking off.
—  Ed Sheeran for The Guardian. [x]

Ok but imagine how weird it would be to an alien that humans drink poisonous substances just to feel good (alcohol). Like the humans literally drink this stuff that is inherently bad for them because it makes them feel fun even though half the time it just upsets them or makes them mad, and they do this until they pass out.
Like the aliens would maybe accept the idea of humans drinking and be like “oh ok so that stuff makes them feel good”
But one day a new human has some of the drink and starts crying and trying to fight the other humans and so they take them to their sleeping quarters and the alien is like “could I borrow that bottle to test it?”
Because they have literally no idea what kind of substance could affect humans so differently when it’s the same thing
And they find out about it and what it does to humans and are like
“What the actual fuck
They will literally get poisoned and die if they have too much of this stuff and it can cause so many diseases but it’s fun for them like not even all of the time so most humans frequently consume it what the hell is wrong with them”
Like the aliens are p used to the idea of mild narcotics and things like how cats have catnip and stuff, but they’re not at all used to the idea of literally poisonous things being ingested for hit and miss effects that are considered mild by the species

Jeff Atkins Imagine (requested)

Goshhhh I am so excite for this I really hope you all like it!


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Originally posted by nothingmorethanawildchild

      Maybe it was his smile; the one that managed to light up a room and cause your heart to skip a beat. Or maybe it was his laugh; the one that sounded like the early morning birds or a soft melody. Maybe it was the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about something he liked, or how easily he was to forgive someone, or how he never seemed to care about what people looked like to be their friend. Whatever the case Jeff Atkins was absolutely perfect and you loved him. The only problem about love is that it’s complicated. For some it ends the way they want, the way they picture, like a cheesy movie… that didn’t seem to be the case for you. As soon as you realized what the symptoms of loving your best friend were, you figured it would go like any old chick flick would. He would realize he had feelings for you as well after he got engaged and you would both leave your significant other for each other.

But Jeff was as hard to get because you were so close to him; it would be as if you were a back of the classroom person, someone who didn’t interact with him at all trying to get a date. It was hard dealing with the fact that he was always getting girlfriends or going on dates, while you sat on the sidelines, occasionally making out with someone hoping to spite him at a party after three shots. But he never showed signs of envy as you did so obviously. He would eventually pull you away because you were too drunk, but never any signs he returned the feelings. 

This party, though, was different. It was being held by Bryce Walker and even an hour after it had started to get crowded and teens were getting hammered you were only one shot and half a cup of soda in. Also so far from everywhere you had looked Jeff was not here, which was quite an oddity. Usually Jeff was one of the first ones at a party or he didn’t show at all, it was unlike him to be late. Your heart sank at the thought of missing another time to see him. Beer seemed to make Jeff glow even more, though not by much, but usually when you were intoxicated your liking for him was 1000x higher. And maybe that wasn’t a good thing. 

“Hey, Clay, have you seen Atkins anywhere?” You asked Jeff’s best friend, who was sitting at the edge of the pool with his feet in as you swam over to him. He looked up from his cup of beer and looked surprised. 

“Y/N! I didn’t know you were here!” He laughed lightly, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, no he’s on a date with Jane Edgar.” 

Your heart sank and your smile dropped. Jane Edgar? The girl who had been pining after Tony Padilla for years only to find out he was gay? Jane Edgar the girl with two first names and a lazy right eye? Jeff had ditched the party you had invited him to to go on a lousy date with a girl with no knowledge of grammar?

“Oh, okay. Wh- what a loser.” You scooped yourself up and sat next to clay, grabbing a few shots off of a tray nearby. You offered on to Clay but he just picked up the beer and shook his head. You shrugged and downed all three shots. 

“I’m sorry.” Clay said after you threw the shot glasses across the pool so they landed in the bushes. You knew Bryce had the money to replace them so you didn’t worry about it. 

“About what?” You asked, kicking your feet in the water. He sighed and took a drink of his beer. “About my best friend ditching me? Don’t be. He knew what he was doing.” 

Clay looked at you for a few seconds before shaking his head and motioning for you to look at him. You did. “Y/N, I think that everybody butt Jeff knows that you like him. The way that you look at him, it’s kind of obvious. And I know it must be hard to see him going on dates and stuff.” 

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline as you swiveled to Clay, before seeing his face and sighing in defeat. It was pointless fighting, Clay was also your best friend. “Yeah, but it’s whatever. I mean I’ve kind of given up on thinking that he’ll share the feelings. Trying my best to move on.” 

Clay raised his eyebrows this time. “Yeah? That why you went to the movies with Monty last night? He’s not really the best replacement is he?”

There was a flush in your stomach and you burped before laughing loudly. “Well, no, but it’s better than pulling a Jane. The unattainable Atkins, is what I call him. He might as well be gay.” 

You were giggling the whole time and you finally realized it must have been the alcohol flooding into your system. You turned to Clay only to see that he was Jeff, and with a surge of confidence you suddenly grabbed his face and kissed him sloppily. 

Clay was surprised first at your actions, before gently grabbing your shoulders and pushing you back. You pulled away and looked at him with a confused expression. “Y/N, we both like different people. It’s not me you want. It would be ridiculous just to make out with you, also I think you’re buzzed.” 

“I still know what I’m doing. But you’re right Clay, I’m sorry.” You pulled away and then rested your head on his shoulder. “It’s hard, you know. All I want is for him to take me on a date, to kiss me, to feel more than friendship for me. Honestly, I’m kind of desperate now. If he were here right now I would just take him by the shirt and-” 

“JEFF!” Clay suddenly shouted with a tone of warning, and your head shot up to see that Jeff was walking towards you two with a small smile on his face. “Hey, man, you’re here! I assume it didn’t go well?” 

You internally crossed your fingers as you dipped back into the pool, so that he could sit next to clay. He was wearing a red pair of shorts and a thin white shirt, showing his perfect body. You bit your lip, he looked like someone that belonged on Baywatch. 

Jeff sighed and took your previous spot. “Well, it was, but then we saw Tony there with his boyfriend, and she burst out crying. Asked me to take her home, and I didn’t even get to finish the movie. Oh, hey, Y/N!” 

Jeff smiled brightly when you swam and rested your arms on Clay’s knees. Clay just smiled at you. 

“Hey, Atkins. What movie?” You tried to make light conversation even though you just wanted to jump on him. 

At this point you didn’t care, but you needed to get him alone. You knew Jeff was always on the lookout for girls to go on dates with (not that he ever dated them), and if you weren’t one of them you were just going to have to be something with way less meaning. You just needed to feel his lips on yours, to feel his hands on you, to hear your name without a friendly smile to be said, you needed Jeff. You craved more than anything an emotional relationship, but if this was all you got then you were okay with that. 

“The one with Liam Neeson… I don’t remember the name.” Jeff scratched the top of his head. 

“He dies.” You bluntly stated, grabbing a shot from someone sitting by. They only glared at you as you threw it back. “Not that exciting.” You were going to need some more courage so you swam to the pool stairs and climbed out. 

Jeff stared at you open mouthed, before turning to Clay. “Did she just… how much has she drank?” 

Clay shrugged, before grinning slightly at the concerned look in Jeff’s eyes. “That was her fourth shot.” 

“Shit, she’s a lightweight, Clay!” Jeff said, getting up and running after you. 

You were by Bryce, grabbing two shots from him, but he grabbed one before you could take off. “This stuff is strong, baby. Don’t need you to go ripping your bikini top off now would we?” 

Bryce scraped your eyes with his body before wrapping his fingers around the shot and guiding it to your mouth. You opened your lips and drank it as he tipped it back. The back of your throat burned and you coughed loudly while Bryce laughed. “What was that?” 

“Moonshine, sweetheart.” Then Bryce walked away as you stumbled and sputtered, looking for a glass of water. 

“Y/N!” 

You ignored Jeff’s voice and ran into the kitchen, which was vacant surprisingly, and grabbed glass of water. You put the drink to your lips and drank the whole glass in a few gulps. 

“Jesus, Y/N, why were you running from me?” Jeff panted, slipping slightly due to his wet feet. His shirt was stained with something brown, and you guessed someone had spilled a drink on his shirt while he had been chasing you. You could see his strongly built abs through the material, which was sticking to him.

You looked away quickly, placing the cup in the sink as you let the drinks settle in. “I wasn’t, Atkins. I was rinsing my mouth from the horrible taste of moonshine that Bryce gave me.”

Jeff looked worried. “Why would you take alcohol from Bryce?” 

“I needed courage, Jeff.” You stated, walking away, knowing he would follow. He did, his eyebrows furrowing as you grabbed a random towel and started to dry off your wet skin. “Listen,  we don’t all have natural confidence.” 

Jeff watched you before shaking his head and frowning. “I know that, but… courage? Courage for what? Is there something you’re not telling me, because I’m your best friend, Y/N. I’ll be here for anything you need.” 

You sighed as you bent over to dry your legs, before getting up and walking over to him. You got the closest you could, Jeff looking more confused by the second.

“That’s the problem, that’s exactly why I need courage to do it.” You whispered, bringing your hands up and resting then on his shoulders. Jeff was still looking confused, but his breathing had become irregular. 

You were pretty sure that Jeff knew what you were implying, since his hands were going to your waist already. Maybe he had already been sexually frustrated, but you didn’t care. You were causing his irregular breathing, and that made your breath stop.

He still asked in a whisper, almost scared to break the small silence in between the two of you. “To do what?” 

You slowly pushed forwards so you were on your tip toes, your fingers running over his skin so that they were on his neck, then you kissed him with heat. Your hands ran over every bit of his exposed neck and parts of his chest, as your breathing became quicker. Jeff stood still for a second before kissing you back, his hands finally resting on your hips, so that his fingers were digging into your skin softly. When you let your tongue rest on his lips he opened them willingly, the hotness of your tongue and the coolness of his meshing to create a warm, minty and alcoholic taste. 

“Y/N.” Jeff tried to pull away and say something, but kept falling back into your lips when you pushed yourself harder. Your lips finally left his as you slowly kissed your way down his jaw, light feather like kisses that made him shudder under you. When you reached the spot were his earlobe and his neck met you sucked a little harder, causing him to groan out your name. 

This made you satisfied. This is what you wanted, what you needed and craved. The uncensored part of Jeff that cursed and grabbed onto things roughly. The Jeff that needed you. 

“Y/N, really, what’s this about?” Jeff finally muttered while you still kissed his neck and he squeezed your hips harshly. 

You pulled back and looked him in the eyes, figuring that it was worth a shot. The alcohol in your system is really what made you do it. “Jeff,” It felt weird calling him by his first name. “Listen, I don’t know how you haven’t noticed but I fucking like you so much I’m pretty sure it’s love. And not just like a friend, and I know you don’t feel the same, so please just let me have this moment.” 

You grabbed onto Jeff once more and kissed him, this time pushing him back as you did so. You were both in the living room, because there was a giant cushioned chair that he fell into, you landing on top of him. This time you started to tug at his shirt while you ground your hips into his. 

“Y/N,” This was a moan that was slightly of a higher pitch than normal, as you lifted his shirt the most you could. “Y/N.” That was not a moan, said after he cleared his throat. 

You sighed and pulled back, knowing that you had scared him. Of course you couldn’t get in his pants. You couldn’t even get into his heart. You sat down on the floor and began to pant; you were about to start crying. Jeff instantly sat down next to you, his breathing ragged as he placed his arms around you. 

“Y/N, please don’t cry.” He sighed and turned your head up so that you were looking in his eyes. “I’m just surprised. You see, I fell for this girl during my freshman year, a girl who had not interest in me at all. We spent our free time talking about her crush on Bryce and how he had ditched her after they had made out. She eventually moved on, but not to me. So I dated, and went on dates, trying my best to find someone like her. And I failed, because no one is like you, Y/N. There are so many things that you have that other girls don’t. Things that make me love you too.” 

You had been avoiding his eyes while he had talked, but when things began to sound familiar you looked him in the eyes, your heart increasing in speed. “Jeff… are you… being truthful?” 

Jeff nodded before closing his eyes and placing his forehead on yours while his thumb wiped away your tears. “I love you, Y/N. And now that I know the truth, I can do this like I’ve always wanted.” 

Jeff pulled you up and then sat back down, pulling you on top of him, his lips meeting yours in a wet kiss. After a few seconds of sweet kissing the burning heat between your legs started to grow and you let your teeth graze his bottom lip as a form of telling him you needed more. Jeff then pulled away and pulled his shirt off, giving you a good view of his sculpted abs. You bit your lip before he leaned in and started to kiss your neck, bucking his hips up involuntarily while you lightly let your fingernails run down his back. 

“Y/N?” Jeff asked after hearing you moan loudly when he sucked on your collarbones. 

“Mhmmm.” You questioned, missing the heat of his lips on your neck. 

“You know I do love you, right?” He asked genuinely, staring up at you with his eyes as wide as a doe’s, his pupils blown up. 

You grinned and placed your hands on either side of his face. “Show me, Jeff.” 

Originally posted by words-plus-wisdom

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Idk how I feel about this because I love smut but Idk if i’m good at writing it. 

I am so sorry it’s shitty…tbh i kind of don’t now how to write angst (NOT EDITED)

pls i tried so hard lol 

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

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March 23

Simon

We’re not supposed to have food in our rooms.  It’s one of Watford’s most ignored rules.  It’s never enforced, and if the rooms themselves have anything to say about it, they tend to keep their mouths shut.

           Nearly everyone I’ve talked to has some sort of stash in their wardrobe or under their bed.  Agatha loves her sherbet lemons, and Penny has a seemingly endless supply of licorice hidden in a locked cupboard.  Only she knows the whereabouts of the key, assuming she’s telling the truth and there is a key at all.  As for me, I keep at least two mint Aero bars tucked away at all times, though it seems no matter where I hide them, Baz always manages to find them.  Further evidence of vampiric senses, if you ask me.

           Baz is more of a bring-food-from-the-dining-hall-into-the-room kind of person than a secret stash person, at least I’ve never seen any evidence of a stash.  I have to wonder what sort of things Baz would keep hidden away.  Rats maybe, still alive to keep their blood warm for when he gets peckish.  But then again, I would probably have noticed something like that.

           I don’t know how he always manages to get food up to the room unnoticed, but I also know he’s on a first-name basis with Cook Pritchard, so maybe he gets special privileges.

           When he appears in the door this evening, tall and silent as ever, he’s holding a steaming mug of tea.  I don’t say anything about it, I know better at this point. He’ll just snap at me.

           He crosses the room and sets the mug down on his nightstand, dropping down to his bed and uncurling to his back.  I raise an eyebrow at him, stretched out like a cat. “What’s with you?” I muse.

           He throws a glance my way.  “What?”

           “I dunno, you’re just being… weird.”

           “Thank you for your opinion, Snow, it’s entirely uncalled for as usual.”

           I roll my eyes.  “Forget I said anything.”

           “I already have.”

           I turn back to my textbook with a scowl.  Serves me right for trying to start casual conversation, though maybe I was a bit rude about it.  At least I can say I tried.

           Baz lays there on his bed for another moment or so, staring up at the ceiling, breathing slowly and deeply like this is the first time he’s properly filled his lungs in weeks.  I glance at my watch.  I’m supposed to meet Penny in the library to study in half an hour, I don’t need to go just yet.

           When Baz stands, he takes a detour on his way to the bathroom to reach over and flip my book out of my hands.

           “What the hell is wrong with you?” I call after him, but he responds simply by slamming the door in my face.

           Classic Baz.  Simple, stupid, but effective.  Like a playground bully.

           I wonder if he gets any actual joy out of it.

           The heat of my anger is already fading, but it still frustrates me that he’s been getting away with this kind of abuse all our lives and nothing I do ever seems to deter him.  It’s like he’s a giant and I’m a pissed-off ant, biting and crawling and trying to hurt him, only to be flicked away by a giant indifferent finger.

           His mug on the bedside table catches my eye, steam still curling off the tea.  He hasn’t taken a sip yet, which is surprising.  Usually he drinks the stuff practically straight out of the kettle, like it isn’t scalding his entire throat on the way down.  Maybe it’s not, maybe that’s some obscure vampire thing. Or maybe he’s just a prat that wants to look tough.

           The lightbulb that goes off in my head is almost audible as I watch the steam dance above the mug.

           Grabbing my wand from the sheets beside me, I stand from my bed as quietly as I can and tiptoe across to Baz’s nightstand, wincing with every creak from the floorboards.  The tea is that perfect smooth colour, brown and soft with cream and sugar.  Sparing a fleeting glance at the bathroom door, I dip my wand down so that the tip just barely breaks the surface of the tea, sending ripples floating away from the intrusion.

           Needs more salt,” I murmur in as soft a voice as I can manage, pushing the crackle of magic from the base of my neck down through my wand arm and into the tea.

           “What was that, Snow?” Baz calls from the other side of the door.  There’s a sudden splash of the sink.

           “I didn’t say anything, twat,” I call back, carefully bringing my wand over my mouth and letting the stream of droplets fall onto my tongue.  It’s flowers and cream and… salt.  Definitely salt.

           I smirk as I return to my bed.  Mission accomplished.

           When Baz re-emerges, I pull my textbook closer so he can’t knock it away again.  I try to look appropriately engrossed.  He doesn’t pause at the door, just goes straight back to his bed, and though I can’t see his face in my periphery, it seems as though he doesn’t suspect anything.

           Needs more salt isn’t a proper spell, per say.  More of a charm.  Penny says that spells occur when the words play the biggest role.  They are usually well-known sayings or lyrics, things that carry a little bit of their own magic, which makes them the easiest for beginning mages to master.  Charms are different, harder to control.  The power of a charm doesn’t lie in the words but in the intent.  The magic comes entirely from the mage.  Often charms come out as accidents, when something is said with so much feeling that magic simply slips in.

           Penny is quite good at charms, at putting magic into whichever words she chooses.  She insists that anything can be a charm with enough magic.

           As Baz reaches for his tea, I can’t help but watch.

           I sure hope Penny is right.

           Baz raises the mug to his lips and takes the first sip.

           His features freeze like he isn’t quite sure how to arrange them.

           After a beat he lowers the cup and stares at it like it’s a puzzle, his brow beginning to furrow.

           He takes another thoughtful sip, and this time the tiny curl of his lip betrays a hint of disgust.

           I make sure to be staring back down at my book when he turns his gaze on me.  I feel it burn into the top of my head, and the burn spreads to my cheeks as I try not to crack.

           I can still feel his eyes on me as he takes a long, pointed drink from the mug.

           Prat.

           I glance back at my watch.  It’s still too early, but Penny will probably be in the library already, and I don’t know how long I can handle Baz’s stare.

           I close my book and stuff it in my bag, wearing what I hope is a neutral expression and not a beet-red blush.  I stand from my bed and slip into my shoes. I see him take another sip.  When I look at him, he’s still watching me, and his face is surprisingly clear for someone drinking salted tea out of spite.

           I’m not fully sure which one of us is the winner here.

           I’m halfway out the door when I decide to break the tension.

           “April Fool’s,” I state like it’s a simple good-bye before I shut the door.

           I’m two stairs down as he yells “IT’S NOT EVEN FUCKING APRIL YOU TWAT!”

Vanished

Summary: Based on this anon request-

do you think you could do a request on a character that has teleportation powers for some reason? like they were just born w them and the team/nick fury literally can’t find her until they set bucky on her, ensuing a cute lil relationship between them?? thank you if you can!!

Bucky x reader, FLUFFA LIL BIT ANGSTY, Word count: 3,636

TW: Bucky sneaks into your apartment through your window

A/N: Sorry this request took so long, anon! I tweaked it a little so the reader wasn’t exactly born with powers- it made the story flow a little better I think. I really like how this turned out though–I hope you do too!!!

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“Dammit, Natasha! Stop lying! Stuff keeps going missing off my desk and my hunch is that Fury has you stealing it, isn’t that right Nick?” said Steve, clearly irritated with the situation.

“I swear I’m not taking your shit Rogers. Just because you can’t keep track of your stuff doesn’t mean I took it. I highly doubt Nick has anything to do with it either,” hissed Natasha.

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@blueoatmeal suggested #3: drinking a warm beverage

is hot Energon a thing?? idk man but it should be

Sweet Like Caramel pt. 1- Delitoonz

Part 2

by Faith (just-delitoonz-things)

Jonathan had only worked at the coffee shop for a month before he decided that this was the best job in the entire world. For one thing, he got coffee 50% off, which for a guy living on his own in New York, paycheck to paycheck, was life changing. For another, he got to make coffee for cute guys, specifically one cute guy who had come in every morning since Jonathan had started working there. His name was Luke, and that’s pretty much all Jonathan knew about him except for the fact that he always came in at 6:30 sharp looking like he hated the world and everything in it. Jonathan hoped that the extra caramel he always put on his large caramel macchiatos made Luke’s mornings a little better.

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Archie Andrews Imagine: Savior

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A/N: I know that this is like really really shitty so sorry but I have pretty bad headache and also I am sick, but I really wanted to post something.

Prompt: 18.“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

Summary: Reader who works as bartender is being bothered by one drunk man, but tries to ignore it. Later that night he follows her outside where he pins her against the wall, but before he could do more Archie appears and saves reader.

Word count: 1044


Originally posted by goldenglider

Why won’t you stay so we can have some fun?” the drunk man offered me with a smirk on his face and his companions around the table let out agreeing murmurs.

“I believe you have just enough fun on your own,” I snapped replacing the empty cups with the full ones from my trail.

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“Gods grant me serenity, courage, and wisdom”

The serenity prayer has been a very important thing for me. My grandmother struggled with alcohol, and quit drinking for me. She died five days shy of five years sober. She used the serenity prayer as a guide for herself, and I have done the same since she passed. It’s been 18 years since she died, and I’ve known I wanted some kind of tattoo including this prayer. However, it’s rather long and I’m not Christian.

I have been following @sigilathenaeum for some time and absolutely love her work. When I finally caught her sigil requests open, I knew I wanted this prayer turned into a sigil, something I could quickly turn to to find strength. It wasn’t until I saw her sigil that I realized this would be a perfect tattoo to honor my grandmother, these guiding words, and my own faith and spirituality.

This symbol means so much to me, and I’m honored to have it on me for the rest of my life. Thank you to @sigilathenaeum for creating such a perfect sigil and for permission to use it as a tattoo.