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history of the entire world, i guess; a transcript

hi. you’re on a rock, floating in space. pretty cool, huh? some of it’s water. fuck it, actually most of it’s water. i can’t even get from here to there without buying a boat. it’s sad. i’m sad. i miss you. how did this happen? a long time ago, actually never, and also now, nothing is nowhere. when? never. makes sense, right? like i said, it didn’t happen. nothing was never anywhere. that’s why its been everywhere. it’s been so everywhere, you don’t need a “where”. you don’t even need a “when”. that’s how “every” it gets. (pause). forget this. i wanna be something, go somewhere, do something. i want things to change. i want to invent time and space. and i know it’s possible because everything is here and it probably already happened. i just don’t know when to start. and that’s exactly where it started. (background noise) woah. i… paused it. i think there’s a universe now. what’s it made of? quarks and stuff. ah, that’s a thing, in a place. don’t like it? try a new place, at a different Time™. try to stick together because the world is gonna get bigger and emptier. but it’s not empty yet. it’s still very full, and about a kjghpillion degrees. (about no seconds later). great news! the quarks are now happily married in groups of three called a “proton” or a “neutron”. and there’s something else flying around too that wants to join in but can’t cause it’s still to (HOT). (about ten minutes later). great news! the protons and the neutrons are now happily married to each other (some of them even doubled up). (about 380,000 years later). great news, the electrons have now joined in. congratulations, the world is now a bunch of gas in space. but it’s getting closer together and it’s getting closer together and it’s getting closer together. it’s a staaaar. new shit just got made. some stars burn out and die. bigger stars burn out and die with passion! and make some brand new way crazier shit. space dust! which allows newer, more interesting stars to be made, and then die, and explode into even crazier space dust. so now stars have cool stuff around them, like rocks, ice, and funny clouds, which can make some very interesting things. like this ball of flaming rocks, for example. holy shit, we just got hit with another ball of flaming rocks, and it kinda made a mess. which is now the moon. weather update: it’s raining rocks from outer space. weather update: those rocks might’ve had water inside them and now there’s Hot Steam in the sky. weather update: cooler temperatures today, and the floor is no longer lava. weather update: its raining. severe flooding alert: the entire world is now an ocean. volcano alert: that’s land. there’slifeintheocean. what? something’s alive in the ocean. oh cool, like a plant or an animal? no. a microscopic speck! it lives at the bottom of the ocean and eats chemical soup which is being served hot and fresh made from gnarly space ingredients leftover from when it was raining rocks or whatever. oh yeah, and it can do that. it has secret instructions written inside itself telling it how to build another one of itself. so that’s pretty nifty, i would say. tired of living at the bottom of the ocean? now you can eat sunlight. using a revolutionary technique you can convert sunlight into food. taste the sun. side effect: now there’s oxygen everywhere and the sky’s blue. then the earth might’ve been a snowball for a while, maybe even a coupla times. it’s a sponge, it’s a plant, it’s a worm and some other types of weird strange water bugs and strange fish. it’s the Cambrian explosion. “wow, that’s animals and stuff.” but we’re still in the ocean. hey, can we go on land? NoO. why? the sun is a deadly lazer. oh okay. not anymore there’s a blanket. now the animals can go on land. come on, animals, let’s go on land! “nope, can’t walk yet. and there’s no food yet so i don’t care.” (100 million years later) ok, will you learn to walk if there’s plants up here? “maybe,” said some bugs, and fish. “uh. uh. uh.” (five million years later) “ok so i can go on land but i have to go back in the water to have babies.” (idea) learn to use an egg. “i was already doing that.” use a stronger egg, and put water in it, have a baby, on land, in an egg. water is in the egg, baby, in the water, in the egg. works for me. bye bye ocean. aaand now everything is huge. including bugs. wanna see a map of the land? sure. ah fuck, now everything’s dead. just kidding here are the survivors. keep your eye on this one because its about to become the dinosaurs. here’s another map of the land. yeah, it broke apart, don’t worry about it, it does that all the time. here comes a meteor. and the dinosaurs are gone. its mammal time! here come the mammals. look at those breasts. now they’re gonna dominate the world, and one of them just learned how to grab stuff. and walk. no, like, walk like ‘that’. and grab stuff at the same time. and bang rocks together to make… pointed rocks. “ouch.” and set things on fire. “yeouch.” and make crazy sounds with their voice (“gneurshk.”) which can mean different things. that’s a human person. and now they’re everywhere, almost. ice age. what? you can walk over here? cool. not anymore. i guess we’re stuck here now.

let’s review. there’s people on the planet. and they’re chasing their food. fuck it, time to plant some grass. look at this, i control the food now. now everyone will want to be my friend and live near me. let’s all build houses except mine is bigger because i own the food. this is great, i wonder if anyone else is doing this. tired of using rocks for everything? use metal. it’s underground. better farming was just invented in a sweet dank valley right in between these two rivers, and the animals are helping. guess what happens next. more food, and more people who came to buy the food. now you need people to help make the food and keep track of the sales. and now you need houses for people to live in, and people to make the houses. and now there’s more people and they invent things, which makes things better and more people come. and there’s more farming and more people to make more things for more people. and now there’s business, money, writing, laws, power. sociiiety. coming soon to a dank river valley near you. meanwhile, out in the middle of nowhere, the horse is probably being tamed. why is all my metal so lame and lumpy? tired of using lame, sad metal? introducing bronze, made with special ingredient tin from the far lands of tin land. i don’t know, my dealer won’t tell me where he gets it. also, guess what - egypt. meanwhile, out in the middle of nowhere, they figured out how to put wheels on a horse. now we’re getting somewhere. also, china. and did i mention indusrivervalleycivilization. norte chico. the middle east is getting more complicated, maybe because it’s in the middle of the east. knock knock- er, clop clop, it’s the people with the horses? and they made an empire! and then everyone else copied their horses. greeks! ah look, it must be the greeks, or a beta version of the greeks. let’s check in with the indus river valley civilization. they’re gone. guess who’s not gone? china. new arrivals in india. maybe it’s thosehorsepeopleiwastalkingabout or theircousinsorsomething. and they wrote some hymns and mantras and stuff. you could make a religion out of this. there’s the bronze age collapse. now the phoenicians can get down to business. also, can we switch to a metal that’s a little easier to find? thanks. look who came back to israel, it’s the twelve tribes of israel. and they believe in god. just one though, he’s got like a ten step program. here’s some huge heads, must be the olmec. the phoenicians make some colonies. the greeks copy their idea and make some colonies. the phoenicians made a colony so big it makes colonies. here comes the assyrian empire. nevermind it’s the babylonian- median- it’s the persian empire. “wow, that’s big.” ah, the buddha was just enlightened! who’s the buddha? this guy, who sat under a tree for so long that he figured out how to ignore the fact that we’re all dying. you could make a religion out of this. oops, china just broke, but while it was breaking confucius was figuring out how to have good morals. ah, the greeks just had the idea of thinking about stuff. and right over here, alexander just had the idea of conquering the entire persian empire. it’s a great idea, he was…great. and now he’s dead. hopefully, the rest of the gang will be able to share the empire evenly between them. knock knock, it’s chandragupta, he says, “get the hell out of here, will you get the hell out of here if i give you 500 elephants? ok thanks bye; time to conquer all of india- or most of india”. but what about this part? that’s the tamil kings, no one conquers the tamil kings. who are the tamil kings? merchants, probably. and they’ve got spices. who would like to buy the spices? “me,” said the arabians, swiftly buying them and selling them to the rest of the world. hey, china put itself back together again with good morals as their main philosophy. actually they have three main philosophies. out here, the horse nomads run wild and free, and they would like to ransack your city. let’s check the greekification levels of the greekified kingdoms: greekification overload! “bye,” said the parthians, “bye,” said the jews. “hi,” said the parthians, taking over the entire place. “heyyyyyyyy,” said the romans, eating the entire mediterranean for breakfast. “thanks for invading our homeland,” said the jews, who were starting to get tired of people invading their homeland. “hi, everything’s great,” said some guy who seems to be getting very popular, and then gets arrested and killed for being too popular, which only makes him more popular. you could make a religion out of this. want silk? now you can buy it from china! they just made a brand new road to the world…or you can get there on water. “sick, new trade routes,” said india, accidentally spreading their religion to the entire southeast. hmm, that’s a good place for an epic trading kingdom. there goes buddhism, travelling up the silk road. i wonder if it’ll reach china before it collapses again. “remember the persian empire? yup,” said the persians, making a new one. axum is getting so powerful they would like to build a long stick. has anyone populated madagascar yet? let’s do it together. china is whole again…then it broke again. still can’t cross the sahara desert? try camels. “hell yeah, now we’ve got business,” said the ghana empire, selling lots of gold, and slaves. “hi i live in the roman empire and i was wondering, is loving jesus legal yet?” “no” “actually ok sure,” said constantine, moving the capitol way over here to be closer to his main rival. don’t worry about rome, it won’t fall. it’s the golden age of india. there’s the gupta empire. not chandragupta, just gupta, first name chandra, the first. guess who’s in rome? barbarians. what’s a barbarian? “non-romans,” said the romans, being invaded by non-romans. r.i.p. roman empire. or actually, just half is just fine. but it’s not in rome anymore so let’s give it a new name. the mayans have figured out the staaars. oh, and here’s a huge city, population everyone. the göktürks have taken over the entire eurasian steppe. great job, göktürks. how’s india? broken. how’s china? back together. how’s those trading kingdoms? bigger, and there’s more of them. korea has three kingdoms. japan has a kingdom, it’s the sunrise kingdom.

deep in the arabian desert, on the top of a mountain, the real god whispers in muhammad’s ear, so he goes down to the cube where everyone worships gods, and he tells them their gods are all fake. and everyone got so mad at him that he had to leave town and go to a different town. you could make a religion out of this. and maybe conquer the world as well. the roman empire is long gone, but somehow the pope is still the pope. plus there’s new kingdoms all over europe. i wonder if there’s room for moors. here’s all the wisdom, in a house. it’s the baghdad house of wisdom, just in time for the islamic golden age. “let’s bring stuff to the coast and sell it, and become the swahili on the swahili coast,” said the swahili on the swahili coast. remember this tiny space you have to go through to get from here to there? someone owns that now. wanna get enlightened in the middle of nowhere? the franks have the biggest kingdom in europe, and the pope is so proud that he invites the king over for christmas. “surprise, you’re the new roman emperor,” said the pope, pretending to still be part of the roman empire. then the franks broke their kingdom into what will later be called france and not france. the northerners, or just norse if you don’t have that much time, are exploring. they go north, from the north to the northern north, and they find some land. two types of land, and they name them accordingly. they also invade some other places and get called many names, such as vikings. there’s the rus, the kievan rus. are they vikings? “i don’t think so,” said the kievan rus. ok, fair enough. the pope is ready to make some more emperors of the roman empire, the holy roman empire. it’s actually germany but don’t worry about it. new kingdoms! christianizeallthekingdoms. which brand would you like? “mine’s better,” “mine’s better,” “mine’s better”. “time to conquer england,” said william. it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s the seljuk turks. “ahh!” said the byzantine empire, who’s getting so small it almost doesn’t exist anymore, “we need help!” they need help, so they call the pope. “hey pope, can you help us get rid of the seljuks? maybe take back the holy land on the way? come on, i know you wanna take back the holy land.” “yes, i do actually want to do that. let’s do a crusade.” crusade. they did many crusades, some of which almost didn’t fail, but at least the italians got some sweet trade deals. goodbye mayans. hello toltecs, goodbye toltecs, hello mississippi. look at those mounds. there’s the pueblo. i always wondered how to build a town in a cliff. guess who’s here? khmer. where? here, and pagan is there, and vietnam unconquered itself, korea just became itself, and japan is so addicted to art that the military might have to take over the government. china just invented bombs, and typing. and the mongols just invaded most of the universe. nice going, genghis. i bet that will last a long time! some of the islamic turks were unaffected by the mongol invasions because they were busy invading india. is it tonga time? i think it’s tonga time. i just found out where the swahili gets all their gold. look at this chad (means lake), there’s an empire there, right in the middle of africa. the king of mali is so rich he’s going on tour to let everyone know. “wow, that guy’s rich,” everyone said. the christians are doing a great job of conquering iberia which will soon be called spain and not spain. please remain christian. we will check in later to see if you are still christian when you least expect. whoops, half of europe just died. ming. china’s back, yay. hey khmer, time to share, new kingdoms here and there. oh look who controls all the islands, its the mahajapit. majahapit, mapajahit, mahapajit, mapajahit, majapahit? oh, italy’s really rich, time for them to care a lot about art and the ancient classics. it’s kinda like a rebirth. here’s a printer, lets make books. so you think you can conquer the byzantine empire? “yep,” said the ottoman turks. nice job, ottoman turks. whoops, you missed a spot; don’t forget to ban europe from the indian spice trade. “what? that’s bullshit,” said portugal, spiceless. well i guess we’ll have to find another way to india. “wait,” said christopher colombus, probably smoking crack, “if the world is round, lets go this way to india!” “nah, don’t worry we already got this,” said portugal. so chris goes to spain. “hey spain, wanna hire me to go find india by going around back of the world?”  “no.”  “please?”  “no.”  “please?”  “no.” “please?” “ok.” so he sails into the ocean, and discovers more ocean, and then discovers ‘the indies’ and ‘japan’. let’s draw a line to decide who gets which half of the world. the aztec and inca empires are off to a great start. i wonder if they know that europe just discovered their continent. the habsburgs are marrying into so many royal families they might have to start marrying each other. move over lithuania, here comes moscow. ivan wants to make russia great again. move over timurids, maybe go invade india or something. persia just made persia persian again. let’s make it the other kind of islam, the one where we thought the first guy should’ve been the other guy. hey christians, do you sin? now you can buy your way out of hell. “that’s bullshit, this whole thing is bullshit, that’s a scam, fuck the church, here’s 95 reasons why,” said martin luther, in his book which might have accidentally started the protestant reformation. “you know what would be magnificent?” said suleiman, wearing an onion hat, “what if the ottoman empire was really big, which it is now.”  “what if russia was big,” said ivan, trying not to be terrible. portugal had a dream that they controlled the entire indian ocean, including the spice trade, and then that dream was real. and spain realised that this is not india, but they pillaged it anyway. “damn,” said england and france, “we gotta start pillaging some stuff.” then the dutch revolt and all the hipsters move to amsterdam. “damn,” said amsterdam, “we gotta start pillaging some stuff.” question one: can you get to india through north america? no, but at least there’s beaver. question two: steal the spice trade. that’s not a question but the dutch did it anyway. sugar. guess where all the sugar’s made? in brazil. stolen! in the carribean, and it’s so goddamn profitable you might forget to not do slavery. the next thing on russia’s to-do list is to get bigger. britain and france are having a friendly discussion about who should control the entire world, more specifically, ohio. then it escalates into a seven year discussion, giving prussia a chance to show austria who’s boss. but what about britain and france, did they figure out who’s boss? yes they did, it’s britain. guess who’s broke? also britain. so they start taxing the hell out of america.

“fuck you,” says america, declaring their independence, and fighting for it. france helps them win, now france is broke. and britain will have to send their prisoners to a different continent. wait if france is broke, why do the king and queen still wear such fancy dresses? “let’s overthrow the palace and cut all their heads off!” said robespierre, cutting everybody’s head off until someone eventually got mad and cut his head off. you could make a reli- no don’t. haiti is starting to like the idea of a revolution, especially the slaves, who free themselves by killing their masters. “why didn’t we think of this before?” wait, who’s in charge of france now? “me,” said napoleon, trying to take over europe. luckily, they banished him to an island. but he came back. luckily, they banished him to another island. there goes latin america, becoming independent in the latin america wars of independence. britain just figured out how to turn steam into power, so now they can make many different types of machines and factories with machines in them so they can make a lot of products real fast. then they invent some trains, and conquer india and maybe put some trains there. “hey china,” said britain, “buy stuff from us.” “nah, dude we already got everything,” says china. so britain tried to get them addicted to opium, which worked actually, but then china made it illegal and dumped it all into the sea. so britain threw a hissy-fit and made them open up five cities and give them an island. britain and russia are playing a game where they try to stop each other from conquering afganistan. also the sultan of oman lives in zanzibar now, that’s just where he lives. india had a revolution, and they would like to govern themselves now. “nope,” said britain, governing them even harder than before. technology is about to go crazy. the united states finally figured out whether slavery is good or bad. “it’s bad,” they decided. and then they continued manifesting their destiny, which is to kill the rest of the natives and take their land, and maybe kick out the mexicans too. “i know, let’s rape africa,” said europe, scrambling to see who could rape it the fastest. they never got ethiopia.  britain and france are still hungry. they never got thailand. the united states ran out of destiny to manifest, so they’re looking for more. hawaii. cuba. wait spain controls cuba. “well, blame something on them and go to war! what should we blame on them? let’s blame the maine on spain!” so they blame the maine on spain. now we’re in business. to celebrate, they kick panama out of panama and make a canal, connecting the two oceans. britain just found oil in the middle east. it makes cars go. china is so tired of being bossed around that they delete their old government and make a new stronger government, which is accidentally weaker and controlled by a guy from the previous government. europe hasn’t had a war since the last war, so they start world war one. look at those guns. it’s gonna be a great war, so great we won’t need a second one. after it’s over, they blame germany. russia went on strike and the workers overthrew the government. now everyone’s paycheck is the same. communism, in the soviet union. the arabs revolt, and britain helps. now the ottoman empire is gone, so we can give the jewish people a place to live. hopefully the arabs won’t mind. “let’s cut the cake,” said sykes and picot, carving up the remains of the not-so-ottoman-anymore empire. except turkey, turkey makes a brand new turkey. and then the saudis conquer arabia. it just seemed like the right thing to do. hello? yes, it’s the 1920s calling. let’s get in a car and drive to a party and listen to the jazz on the radio and go to the movies. the economy’s great and it’ll probably be great forever. just kidding. germany’s back, featuring hitler, the angry mustache model. he’s mad at the jews for existing. japan is finally conquering the east, and they’re so excited they rape nanking way too hard. they should probably just deny it. hitler’s out of control, so the international community tackles him and tries to explain to him why killing all the jews is a bad idea, but he kills himself before they could explain it to him. that’s world war two. bonus round: pacific showdown, united states versus japan. fight! finish him. let’s unite all the nations and have some world peace. seems legit. “hi i’m gandhi and if britain doesn’t get the hell out of india i’m going to starve myself in public. wow, that worked?” bonus: now there’s pakistan. actually two pakistans. one of them can be bangladesh later. the jews and the arabs finally figured out which one of them should live in the holy land. “me”, they both said at the same time. “let’s divide up the land so everyone’s happy.” sike! they both get angrier. look out china, there’s a new china in china. what’s on the menu? communism! “no thanks,” said the other china, escaping to an island. i wonder which one is the real china. there’s the korean war, korea versus korea, nobody wins, then it’s on pause forever. let’s meet the sponsors. oh, it’s the two global superpowers. they’re having a friendly debate over which economic system is good and which is an evil virus of satan. and they both have atom bombs. fight! wait no that would be the end of the world. let’s just keep it cool and spy on each other instead. and make sure we have enough atom bombs. “i’ll race you to space. now let’s make some more countries fight themselves.” europe is tired of pillaging other continents, so the continents they were pillaging are tired of being pillaged. so here’s a new map, with new countries. now you can’t tell who they’re being pillaged by. the united states finally decided whether racism is good or bad. they decided it’s bad, and the world agrees. south africa might need another minute to think about it. let’s check the world population. woah. okay. technology’s better too, that might keep happening. the soviet union decides to relax a little and accidentally falls apart. europe makes a union, so now they can all use the same money; except britain because they don’t feel like it. let’s check the mail. surprise! it’s on the computer! whoops, someone just attacked america, i bet they’ll remember that. phone call, surprise, it’s in your pocket! wanna learn everything? surprise, it’s on the computer! now your phone’s a computer, which is in your pocket. whoops, the economy just crashed. don’t worry, the big banks won’t fail, because they’re not supposed to. surprise, flying robots! with bombs. wanna print a brain? some people have no friends. some people have no food. the globe is warming, and the ocean is full of plastic. “let’s save the planet,” said everybody, not knowing how. “let’s invent a thing inventor,” said the thing inventor inventor, after being invented by a thing inventor. that’s pretty cool. by the way, where the hell are we?

Lately, I’ve been seeing something slightly bothersome around studyblr, and I just want to say something about it. Basically, there seems to be this attitude cropping up (or at least that I’ve seen/heard about more frequently these days) that your grades reflect your level of effort, or that by simply working hard and putting more effort in, your grades will automatically improve. I disagree.

Yes, there are certainly some cases where you’re already proficient in a class and if you just put in the extra time to study, you’d do better. But there are some classes where grades are not a measure of the level of effort you put in, and therein lies my biggest issue with the grading system and these types of studyblr posts in general. This was certainly the case with me in honors physics (so bear with me, because I have a very large point to make with the following anecdote).

Personally, I’ve always had “easy A” classes where I don’t have to work hard; my brain and academic strengths simply favor me in that particular subject, so with minimal effort I can still be top in the class. And then I see peers who go in for tutoring every day, who spend hours studying and meeting with teachers, who basically invest 100 times the effort I do… and still can’t get above a B or C.

This is not to mention people who take classes that are “reaches” and, accordingly, don’t do so well – even though they work hard – because it’s a challenge. Then there are those who take lower level classes but have capabilities beyond that – and don’t need to put effort in – thus giving them an unfairly easy A. Does their A mean that they work harder? That they’re a better student, studier, scholar, intellectual? Hell to the no.

English is one of those “easy A” classes for me. I’m just innately strong in verbal-linguistic intelligence (going off of Gardner’s theory of multiple intelligences), so I’ve literally never had to study for English tests or reading comp/writing. But put me in other classes, particularly science classes? Well, that’s something else entirely.

Which brings me to junior year honors physics. 

Guys, I studied my ASS off, for hours at a time. I desperately Skyped people in my class nearly every night to try to understand the homework and spent every lunch block trying to master the material. I met with my physics teacher and tutor all the time and had a dozen anxiety attacks (and I mean actual, diagnosed anxiety attacks) over that one class because I tried harder than I’ve ever tried… and I got a B for the whole year. I was the one who dreaded seeing that red number scrawled on my test, who shoved it into my backpack before others could see and blinked back tears, thinking, But I studied so hard!

Physics was a nightmare I was desperate to forget by the end of junior year. But then a couple things happened that shocked me, and I instantly thought of them when I read some of these posts about good effort = good grades.

Now, my physics teacher, who has a reputation for being on the strict side and being a tough grader, has had four teaching assistants (TAs) in five years of teaching. Most science teachers at my school have as many as five a year. At the end of 11th grade, after I’d scraped by with a B in his class, he asked me if I wanted to be a TA. Out of the entire grade – out of the multitude of students I’d watched parade past with straight A’s and “that test was so easy” and “I barely studied” and “sorry Edye I don’t know how else to explain it to you” – he chose me.

I think I (very graciously) blurted out, “What? Why?” because I was so taken aback. He said that I was hardworking and dedicated – that I’d always gone above and beyond in my studying and meeting with him – and he wanted someone like me to be a TA. I was flattered, and I thoroughly enjoyed being a TA during senior year. (Also, anyone who doesn’t think he’s super nice is incredibly wrong. He’s awesome.)

Two years later, I got to read his college recommendation for me. Bear in mind that I was not, based on my grades, a top student in his class. And this is what he wrote for his opening line:

Honors Physics is a rigorous course that draws from the strongest students in the junior class and Edye proved to be one of those students.

What? He had seen my report card, right? I got worse grades than all of my friends. I got a goddamn 66 on a test in that class, my all time low. He continued:

One of the many examples of Edye’s commitment [is when she] had been ill and missed quite a bit of school and consequently had a lot of school work to make up in all of her classes.  Many students in this situation would take one or more classes pass / fail for the quarter; Edye would not take the pass/fail option and insisted she complete all the work and complete it with the grade she would earn.  She did in fact complete all of the work and with a B-.  A remarkable accomplishment considering she kept current with her studies while making up all of the missed work.

He called a B-minus “a remarkable accomplishment.” Did he say “too bad she didn’t put enough effort in, which was reflected in a B-minus” or “she only got a B-minus, so I guess she didn’t try hard enough”? No, he praised the amount of effort I put in, even though I didn’t even get a “good” grade.

I’m hardly one to knock putting in effort, but what bothers me is that this attitude, that effort = good grades, has the potential to make people feel bad. To feel like if they aren’t acing a class even though they’re studying harder than anybody else, well, they just aren’t trying hard enough. Yes, grades are important. So is effort. But they are not always directly correlated. As is evidenced by my story, sometimes people who get lower grades have worked even harder then those who got high grades. And, if they’re lucky, this will be acknowledged. (I can certainly attest that while I’ve been praised by English teachers for my writing skills and intellect, they’ve never singled me out for putting in an exceptional amount of effort. They know that while I’m proactive and responsible, I don’t try super hard because, well, I don’t really need to in order to get a good grade.)

Encourage other students to put in a reasonable amount of effort; recommend different study methods. But don’t tell them that good effort = good grades. Teach them to measure their success by looking at how productive they’re being, how proactive they are in reaching out for help, how dedicated they are to their education, how resilient they are in the face of obstacles, how committed they are to school. Admire those who refuse to take the easy way out, even if they only get a C. These qualities, which are far more important than a 4.0, just don’t always translate directly into good grades.

I dislike seeing this message all over Tumblr, that to get better grades you just have to try harder – which carries with it the implication that if you don’t get good grades, it’s because you aren’t putting enough effort in – when I know from firsthand experience that this is not always true. I strongly believe in trying to be the best student you can be, rather than trying to be in the top 5%. But in the end, do what works for you. Just take it with a grain of salt.

And to my followers, and anyone reading this… please know that, if you work hard regardless of your grades, you are already a model student, and you are absolutely someone I look up to.

【 50% OFF STARTER MEME 】

This starter meme is completely based off of THIS starter meme right here, it’s just in a different format to accommodate players with multiple accounts as opposed to just one!! I take no credit for it and if you want to appreciate the content, give the blog a follow, please!!

  • “You can’t have sex with your neighbor’s backyard above-ground pool.”
  • “Let me help you out of that swimsuit– POOL.”
  • “I sure hope we become best friends! But I don’t hope we have a falling out, leading us to have a tense, emotion-heavy, dramatic, competitive, love/hate relationship later on.”
  • “So, anyways, I regain consciousness, there’s cops everywhere, (name) is covered in blood, got an ice-pick– haha, it was kind of a weird Tuesday.”
  • “We’re gonna be late for anime school!”
  • “I’m just saying, is it illegal if I’m in my OWN pool?”
  • “WHAT’S UP SLUTS?! GUESS WHO JUST GOT OUT OF PRISON?!”
  • “(name) WAS A BITCH-ASS POSER.”
  • “Oh no, he’s hot when he’s sad!”
  • “This reminds me of prison. This reminds me of prison. This DEFINITELY reminds me of prison.”
  • “Look at that little pimp. He’s gonna grow up to be a prison ass mothafucka.”
  • “Let’s skip all the fluff and get to the part where we’re shirtless.”
  • “Homeboy looks like shark week, I ain’t messin’ with that.”
  • “It wasn’t a dream! We got arrested for trespassing! We went to JAIL!”
  • “Nah, man, we went to holding. There’s a big difference.”
  • “Yeah now we owe Easter Dave a favor– that is NOT a position you wanna be in.”
  • “Wouldn’t we have seen him around by now? I mean he is a bipedal shark-person.”
  • “I’VE GOT MACE!”
  • “Was macing us really necessary AFTER you remembered who we were?!”
  • “You took the fall for me and I said thank you.”
  • “I went to jail!”
  • “I spent 6 months at a correctional facility!”
  • “I stabbed a girl in the yard!”
  • “I think that guard you killed had a family!”
  • “Look at that majestic ass mothafucka. Like a dolphin or some shit. A dolphin with legs… and arms… and a jet pack.”
  • “BITCH GET IN THE POOL!”
  • “That’s how they do it in Australia.”
  • “20 bucks on jabber jaws.”
  • “Hey, man did you TiVo Glee last night?”
  • “I’m not allowed to watch Glee, my dad says it might turn me into something bad. A musical theater major.”
  • “Neither one of them even died!”
  • “They won’t let me back into sewing club because apparently when I threaten someone with sewing needles it’s deemed ‘inappropriate’ and I 'have to leave’.”
  • “I have to tumblr this!”
  • “A guy with emotional issues who swims away his problems? Lady, that’s the whole team, you’re gonna have to be more specific.”
  • “I ship them! And them!”
  • “They hate each other, but they also fuck each other!“
  • “Hey, we try not to get this part of the gym wet so whatever you’re doing is gonna have to stop.”
  • “So do you wanna come back to my place, listen to some Dave Matthews, and talk about my work out routine?”
  • “I wonder if that stuff I hid is still here? … Nah, cops probably took it.”
  • “Do you know? Do you know for sure? Because I don’t need another incident.”
  • “If I get out of this chair, I guarantee you’ll end up in one with wheels.”
  • “Okay. I’ll admit, I’m a little threatened.”
  • “‘Sup bitches!~”
  • “Aren’t you that guy who drowned a kid? And burned down that building?”
  • “Get back to it before you learn a lesson in post-war, urban torture practices.”
  • “Remember, snitches get stitches!”
  • “Shut up, you’re high as balls!”
  • “You’re just mad because mom and dad thought you were a girl for the first year of your life.”
  • “Right, son. And speaking of crushing disappointments—”
  • “Coach tried to get me to vandalize a police station again.”
  • “Good thing I wore my Heelies.”
  • “He’s so hot but so crazy! Which makes him even MORE hot!”
  • “Come on, let me get those digits baby!”
  • “It should be illegal to be that fine!”
  • “Oh, just basic addition and subtraction. He was subtracting from my profits so I’m going to add a few extra holes in him.”
  • “This doesn’t seem like the time for polka-renditions of Ke$ha songs.”
  • “I hate it when you leave but I love watching you go.”
  • “Yeah, I’ve seen him. He’s in my scrapbook class. He cuts the eyes out of magazine photos.”
  • “Your arrest record is extensive… and amateur.”
  • “The fact that you continue to avoid indefinite incarceration is insanity AND THE FACT THAT OUR LAW ENFORCEMENT CAN’T PUT AWAY SOMEONE WITH SUCH BLATANT DISREGARD FOR CONVENTIONAL CRIMINAL FUNCTION BAFFLES THE MIND.”
  • “I want that boy to be my bride!”
  • “Pilates will do that, man, works your core.”
  • “What are we waiting for? Let’s go bro! Let’s g’bro!”
  • “Wow, you sure said that.“
  • “WOOP! WOOP! Hold it, I’m gonna have to pull you over for exceeding recommended hotness.”
  • “One time, we went camping in the woods, I just left 'em there. Nobody found them for like 5 days. I don’t even think their families cared, kinda sad, really.”
  • “So, what you’re saying is, if they disappeared, no one would notice?”
  • “Well I’ve gotta go not talk to you anymore.”
  • “I learned how to swim the old fashioned way. When I was five my dad took me out to a lake and tossed me right in the water.”
  • “I’m so happy right now! — And it’s not just ‘cause I get to see you in a bunch of different swimsuits. Okay, I lied, I’m sorry, that’s mostly the reason.”
  • “SHE’S A WITCH! PUSH HER IN THE POOL!”
  • “Hey, I know you! You helped me smuggle some stuff out of the country! How’ve you been, kid?”
Twisted Ending {Tom Holland}

Summary: Y/n is one of the popular girls in school who fucks around with people’s feelings. Tom and Y/n went on their first date and things starts from there, Y/n thought that he’s the one but on the other hand, Tom have a better idea.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Swear Words

Words: 2.k+

A/n: UNEDITED, I hate the ending, sorry i’m not a good writer even though I love writing. WHY HIM Pt.2 is coming tomorrowwwww. I just think the GIF is cute. Also I really want to make new friends on Tumblr so if you’re bored you can hmu, I hope I don’t sound desperate.


“Y/n what’s going on with you?” My best friend asks shaking her head as if she’s disappointed.

“What do you mean?” I ask her back leaning against my locker, moving my eyes from her to Tom who is standing with his best friend, Harrison. They are laughing and talking like there’s nobody else in the world, oblivious to the fact that I’m staring at them.

“You’ve been all dreamy about Tom. Last time I checked you were the one who doesn’t give a shit about anybody and all you do was break every boys’ hearts.” She explain, resting her hand on her hips, tilting her head to one side.

“Have you ever talked to him?” I ask and continue to stare at them quite creepily.

“Yeah so?”

“He’s just so nice and sweet and polite and.. pretty.” I say, looking back at my best friend now as she stares at me weirdly when I said ‘pretty’.

Pretty?” She says with her British accent. I nod my head and tried to explain it to her but I decided to stop because she won’t get it.

The bell rings loudly throughout the school as the students begin to push each other around, trying not to be late to their classes. Tom and his best friend separate. Tom walks in the same direction as me, a grin finds its way onto my face as I walk in front of him.

I sit on my seat behind Tom’s as the class begin. The teacher starts blabbing as I look at Tom’s hair, imagining what it would be like if I could touch it.

After 20 minutes of explaining the things we don’t need or will never ever use in our lives she left the classroom to get some more papers for us to work on.

Suddenly, Tom turns around and looks at me as I look back at him with a confused face. The tension is building up slowly, it starts to make me uncomfortable sitting under his stare.

“Do you need any help?” I ask, trying to break the tension.

“Do you wanna hang out sometimes?” He asks not stuttering what so ever and he doesn’t seem nervous. People said that if a boy doesn’t stutter when they ask you means that they don’t actually like you. That’s probably true but he’s Tom, he probably have a lot of girlfriends before he decided to ask me, maybe he’s just used to asking girls to hangout right? Right?

Right, I try to convince myself.

“M-me?” How is this happening, one of the school biggest slut just stuttered? My friends look at me weirdly, some students also turn to look at us, hearing me stutter.

“Mhm, so yes or no?” He smirks a bit, seeing my nervousness. I nod my head, desperately as I smile.

“Okay so tomorrow after school?” He asks, leaning back on his chair, resting his hand on my table, fiddling with the pencil on the table. I nod my head once again, he nods his head back, the smirk still on his face before he turns back when the teacher walks in.

When the teacher isn’t looking I take my phone out and texted my boyfriend who I was emotionally cheating on.


“What am I going to wear!?” I shout at myself in the mirror before I pace around my room. There’s only 10 minutes left and I have no idea what to wear. I decided to just wear a pair of jeans with a purple hoodie. I jump into the shower and came out about 5 minutes later.

I decided not to wear make up, even though I like Tom a lot I don’t need to impress him that much, I can’t give him all my effort without knowing how much he’s going to give me his.

I grab my phone and rush out of my house and meet up with Tom. He’s wearing his usual buttoned up shirt and a pair of jeans, showing me that he didn’t put that much effort. He smiles at me before he grabbed my hands, dragging my into the cinema after he bought us our tickets.

“This movie is boring, Tom.” I say turning my face to him as he stares at the screen, nodding his head. My eyes shift around the big room seeing that there are less then ten people in here.

“Yeah, I’m trying to concentrate but I just don’t get this movie.” He says, eating more popcorns.

“Do you wanna do something else?” He asks nicely, turning to me raising both of his brows.

“I mean we can go somewhere else,” I shrug my shoulders. He chuckles quietly to himself. “What?”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He says, reaching his hands out to grab mine. I look down at our hands confused for a second before I get what he meant.

“Oh, I didn’t think that you were the type to you know..” I say, getting quieter as the sentence begin to end. He just smiles and begins to lean closer to my face. The closer he is the faster my heart beats. My heart is hammering against my chest. Tom reaches his other hand out and lightly cups my left cheek.

“I thought you don’t like girls like me.” I pull back from his face, grabbing his hand off my cheek. He looks surprise for a split second but it disappear just as fast as I notice it.

“What do you mean girls like you?” He asks.

“You know, break peoples hearts, ruins other lives and fuck around with people a lot.” I say as the movie in front of us continues to play.

“Well so far you haven’t done anything to me.” Tom shrugs. “Also, I heard that you broke up with your two days boyfriend yesterday.” Tom states.

“Yeah well.. he wasn’t exactly nice.” I excuse not wanting him to know the real reason. Without saying anything he begins to lean closer to my face once again.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, when his face is a few inches away from mine. He nods before he closes the gap between us. One of his hands finds its way to my waist, pulling me against the arm rest. I was tense for a few seconds before I relax as he begins to move his lips on mine. We both close our eyes, deepening the kiss. I reach my hand and wrap my fingers his neck. My fingers tangle with his soft curly hair. He uses his thumb to draw small circles on my stomach.

We both pull away from each other and stares into each other’s dark eyes in the shadow of the cinema. We are both breathing heavily, a small blush grows on my face as I look away from him for a second. He pulls on my hands, telling me to get out of my seat.

I stand up from my seat and take a step towards him, he shifts a bit in his seat before he pulls onto my waist. So this is what my life have taken me, now I’m straddling Tom in the cinema. My knees are bending on the soft cinema seat as Tom pulls me closer to him, holding onto my neck and kiss me once again. I start to grind my hips on him, creating some frictions. I pull away from his kisses and go down to jaw and collarbone, kissing them lightly trying to find his sweet spot.

Fuck.” He whispered to himself as he let out a small quiet whimper when I kiss just under his left jaw, his grip on my waist tightens as I suck on his soft skin. His hands travel down further my waist before one of them goes back and holds onto my neck once again. He uses one of his finger to guide my face onto his, I place my lips on his, moving quickly and desperately. After some times, he pulls away and starts to kiss my collarbone, causing me to grind harder onto him. He pulls his hand down to my waist again, this time dipping his fingers down the front of my jean resting just above the hem of my underwear, rubbing small circles once again.

Every week after that day we would go on dates and he finally asked me to be his girlfriend. Every time we went to watch a movie he would make an effort to walk me home which is very sweet. He would be holding my hand the whole time, sometimes he would play with my fingers which was kind of weird but still cute.

At school he would always give me light kisses on my lips and neck. At lunch he would sit with me not caring about the stares we receive everyday at school. And holding hands in the hallway, god I feel like he’s the one (I cringed). He does things normal boyfriends do but he’s better than the others.

Everyday my heart grow more for him, we haven’t done anything other then making out and occasionally dry sex which I was glad for, I really want our relationship to be special but something else is happening.

These past few days he have been distant, he rarely texts or talks to me at school. People were starting to notice and some of them asked me if we’re still together which I answer with a simple ‘I’m not sure’.

“Have you heard!?” My best friend yells into her phone, causing me to flinch away from my own phone.

“Heard what?” I ask, getting worried because she would never yell into her phone even if she’s excited about something.

“Your Tom,”

“What about him?” I sit on my bed, playing with the duvet in my hand.

“He have a new girl friend?” She answers with a questioning tone in her voice.

“New girlfriend? But he’s with me.” After I said that, everything makes sense. He have been distant for a while and we haven’t been on as much dates as before. My heart begins to race faster in my chest as realization hits me like a brick.

“The girl even posted a picture on her Instagram account. Look at it.” I put her on speaker and go on Instagram, she told me her name and I searched it up. The girl even tagged Tom on her photo. They were smiling at the camera, his hand on her waist.  A single tear rolled down my cheek and I wipe I off, I can’t cry because of a boy, that would make me weak.

Then I read the caption; With my lovely boyfriend

I ended the call with my best friend after a while of talking. I buried my face into my pillow and started to cry, my heart aching. I’ve never cried over anybody, I didn’t expect myself to fall this hard for a boy who was obviously acting. I guess that’s what happened when you give people everything you have. They end up hurting you and that’s why it’s always better for me to just hurt people.

I look up from my pillow when my phone begin to ring. It’s Tom calling. I answer the phone and pretend that I don’t know about his new girlfriend and just try to hide the lump climbing up my throat. He told me to meet him in the park near my house and I agreed.

“So what does it feels like?” He asks as soon as he sees me.

“What do you mean?” I ask, pretending to be confused and pretending that my heart isn’t breaking inside.

“What does it feels like to suffer from a relationship. It hurts doesn’t it?” At that moment I figure out that he knew that I’m hurting, probably from my red eyes.

“What are you talking about?” I let out a small nervous laugh at the end, grabbing onto the hem of my hoodie, playing with it as a habit when I’m nervous or scared.

“You’re one of the most popular girls in school, I’m sure you’ve heard that I have a new girlfriend, who’s better than you because I know that she would never play with my feelings or.. any boys feelings as a matter of fact.” He says, taking a step closer to me.

“But I’m not playing with your feelings. My feelings for you are real and you know that. I’m sure you’re smart enough to see that.” My voice shakes slightly as I try to blink the tears away.

“Everybody knows that you’ve fallen for me, they notice your behavior around me. And you know what they say? They said 'Oh my god she actually have feelings’ which is quite sad, considering all you’ve been doing is breaking people’s heart, especially the ones that gave you their all. And now I’m doing the same thing to you,  reading your heart.” Tom says staring into my teary eyes.

“So this was your plan all along? Just to lead me on, thinking we have something real when all you’ve been trying to do is hurt me like I did with others.” I ask, stepping away from him as he takes a step.

“Yeah basically.”

“Well then congrats, you did it. You made me cry and broke my heart. I deserve it.”

“Yes you do,” Tom agrees, I press my lips into a thin line trying to hold back my tears that are slowly flooding my eyes. It feels like a small needle was pierced into my heart, trying to stitch up the broken pieces but there was no thread so all it was doing was giving me more pain.

I nod my head once again and turn around, ready to leave and continue my own life, hopefully making it better.

“I started to actually like you, you know the first time we hung out was actually nice,I had fun and I’m sure you did too but every time I think about you and I together my mind flashes back to the things you did to others. I know that you’re actually nice, but you kept hurting people and I can’t be with someone who hurts my friends.” Tom says loudly as I listen but I don’t stop.

“I was surprise when you said that I actually don’t like girls like you but why can’t you just stop hurting other people?” He asks, some people are staring at us waiting to see what happens next.

“I was trying but you haven’t really given me the chance to stop.” I say as my mind flashes back to the times I thought about stopping, I was going to. Tom is everything I’ve ever wanted but now that he’s gone and that he has a new girlfriend, I decided to go back to normal and stop loving people just like before. Isn’t that how people these days deal with their problems? Hurting other people just to protect themselves?

Cuddly Confession

Author’s Note: This is written for my beautiful Arie @bringmesomepie56. She asked for a cuddly Dean and I was supposed to have written it last night but I fell asleep. So hopefully she forgives me and likes this little ficlet I made for her. *hides face*

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 577 (a bit short *runs and hides*)

Warnings: FLUFF


Originally posted by ravengirl94

Cuddly Confession

I didn’t mean to sleep in late.

I honestly didn’t.

But my body was so damn tired. Every bone and every muscle in my body felt like it had been run over with a semi-truck. The cheap motel bed actually felt wonderful for once under my exhausted being.

So I stayed there.

I knew I was alone. Sam had gotten up at the ass crack of dawn to go for a stupid run. And Dean? Well, the room was awfully quiet so I guessed he was out for some breakfast. My eyes were still closed so I wasn’t quite sure.

It felt peaceful for once. Not the fact that the Winchesters weren’t around, but the fact that everything seemed normal for once in my chaotic life. There was no yelling. No screaming. No banshee cry. Nothing. There was absolute silence.

It took about ten minutes for the silence to get interrupted by a small rumble getting nearer and nearer. Dean’s Baby was always loud with her entrance. Just like her owner. The engine was turned off and the creak of the door sounded, and I sighed, keeping my eyes closed.

I heard the door open and close within seconds. And then silence once again.

I frowned, thinking I had made the whole damn thing up but then, the bed dipped from behind me and the feel of a body pressed against mine, numbed me up for a moment. A hand snaked around my waist and pulled me closer, the familiar scent of gunpowder and Dean filled my senses and I was able to relax, pressing even closer to him.

“You’re awake?” came his muffled question as he buried his face in my neck.

I smiled, keeping my eyes closed. “It’s impossible to sleep through Baby’s arrivals, Dean.”

He shook with silent laughter. “Don’t you start with my Baby, Sweetheart. I love you but nobody puts Baby to shame like that. She’s a classic.”

I snorted and finally opened my eyes. I turned around to face him, grinning like a madwoman at the sight of his face. I didn’t think I’d ever tire of seeing it. Especially this close to mine.

“Okay, Grandpa,” I murmured, my eyes zeroing in on his lips. “Whatever you say.”

Dean smirked and tightened his hold on me. I hummed in content. “I could get used to this,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against mine.

“Really?” My heart skipped a beat. It was rare when Dean let his guard down. To have him confess this right now sent chills up and down my spine.

He sighed and closed his eyes, giving a small nod. “Definitely,” he said. “I thought I had it before but this right here,” he pulled me, if even possible, closer to him. “This is exactly what I want. This is what I need.”

“Me?” I whispered.

“You,” he whispered back. “And I know our lives are one hell of a rollercoaster ride, but I guess that’s why we’re stuck with each other.” He opened his eyes to look at me. “We’ll ride out this shit show. Together.”

I couldn’t help the tear escape my eyes. “You’re such a softie, Dean,” I whimpered before I buried my face in his neck, peppering kisses all over. “I friggin love you, too.”

This morning couldn’t have gone any better. Cuddling every morning with Dean and have him whisper sweet emotions into my ear was definitely something I could get used to. Forever.

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Human

Originally posted by saywhatme

OneTwo | Three | Four | Five | Six

Pairing: Jungkook x reader [feat: Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon]
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut. Ability!AU Scifi!AU
Word Count: 5.9k

“what is it like to even be human?”

All Jungkook could remember were the events that was being unfolded right in front of him, everything else being untraceable. Being forced into a war he wasn’t even aware that was happening, being paired up with Taehyung and Yoongi during this ‘war’. They were pushed into this, being forced to kill the unknown enemy, relying on their so called abilities to keep them safe. Many questions were left unanswered, that was until he met you. More questions raised up, more confusion being added, and only a few things being answered. How can you tell the difference between human, and non-human?

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United

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader
Words: 693
Warnings: Angst, some smut
Summary: Steve is reunited with his lover and they try to make up for the time they were apart. 
A/N: Hey look! I’m back. I promised I will get back to writing as soon as I find some free time. Looks like now’s the time. I honestly don’t know what happened. I was listening to Muse and some angsty feeling took over and I just had to get up in the middle of the night and write this down. There’s no real plot I guess. Just one scene. Like usual, if you want to be tagged in my fanfics, let me know! 

Oh and you can blame @dreamingintheimpalawithdean for the fact that this one is about Steve Rogers, her writing made me love the Marvel universe even more and I decided to try it myself. 

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

His usually calm, blue eyes suddenly became uneasy, jumping from one point to another, as if he wasn’t able to focus. I knew what he was doing. From the moment he’d taken my hand in his and our fingers interlocked, a question’s been hovering in the air between us, silent and yet so resounding. Using words to answer it seemed remarkably hollow and out-of-place, so he had to find another way to get rid of the doubts messing with his heart.

Luckily, something in my behavior or expression must have helped him, because the next thing I knew his hungry mouth were pressed against my own. His lips seemed to be devouring me with every breath he took, reminding me of someone who hasn’t eaten in weeks and was suddenly offered a proper meal.

I entangled my fingers in his hair and he gently placed his hands on the column of my throat; the sensation coming from under his touch was so different from the kiss. The world around faded away, everything and everyone lost their meaning. I could swear that even the air itself lost its life-giving power because we seemed to be lacking in it, and yet the fact went unnoticed.

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Tinder Date From Hell

Originally posted by lum1natrix

Request: Could you please do a fem! reader fic where y/n is on a first time tinder date, so she wants mark to come with her just in case because she doesn’t know the guy shes meeting. Then the date starts to go bad and mark helps you escape in a funny way? Thnks💗 

Summary: Bad Tinder date. OlderBrother!Mark saves the day, kinda.

A/N: Idk man I meant to have this up on the weekend but I’m glad I waited because damn this is great lol enjoy y’all let me know if you figure out who the date is with lmao

Wordcount: 1580 longer than usual yay

Requests are closed at the moment, sorry folks!

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Mr. Barnes Will See You Now (9)

Prompt: 50 Shades of Barnes. VERY LOOSELY BASED!!!

Note: I do not own any of the characters or story line.

A/N: This part took FOREVER to come out guys and for that I am truly sorry. I ended up getting super busy with college assignments and then some other stupid and possibly regrettable in the near future stuff. But hey that’s life right?! I am going to try put up part 10 before the end of the week because y’all are such perfect readers!

Word Count: 1158

( Part 1 ) ( Part 2 ) ( Part 3 ) ( Part 4 ) ( Part 5 ) ( Part 6 ) ( Part 7 ) ( Part 8 )

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Sparks Chapter 7

Originally posted by deniz-is-a-witch

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 5.1K

Summary: Bucky and y/n go out to dinner where they discuss their boring love lives. Bucky goes out on a mission and is missing for 2 days. When he returns he goes over to y/n’s apartment because he misses her. y/n falls asleep on Bucky’s lap after 2 days of worrying. They walk the Brooklyn bridge at midnight and have deep convo’s. Bucky’s feelings for y/n continue to grow.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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It has always been you  (Tony x Reader ) 13rw

 Request; Can I request a Tony imagine, please? (Tony from 13 reasons why) can I have it where the reader (female preferably) and him have been best friends for a while and the read always thought he was gay and Justin is the readers other best friend and he accidentally slips up that the reader likes Tony and the reader walks off angry and upset but Tony chases after them and admits that he likes them too, I hope this makes sense :)


A/N; Woah you guys I have like 10 request right now I’m so excited also I’m so sorry about my last Jason imagine it was shitty af I’m just going to delete it later. Also, I love the request you guys are sending me like omg you guys have amazing imaginations I received 2 AU soulmates and I can’t wait to write it.Also tony is my father don’t fight me on this, this is short kinda   (Y/F/N)= your friend name.

Alterations: Tony is straight

Warnings: none just fluff 😝😝

Word counter; 1,272 

GIF NOT MINE CREDIT TO ORIGINAL OWNER 

Originally posted by teddy-bae

You and Tony have always been best friends going over each other house having sleepovers helping him fix up that red mustang he loves, sometimes you would tease him about how he loves that car more than you but he will always tell you otherwise.I know it was weird you didn’t really have any girlfriends since you didn’t actually fit in. Well, there was that one girl Hannah Baker she was nice to you I guess you could call her your “friend”. You guys hung out once in a while mostly because she knew Tony. Tony has always been there for you through everything he truly was your best friend, your soulmate, or at least that’s what you thought on your side. You and Tony basically grew up together so it was hard to differentiate between the friendly love you had and the actual love.You first realized you loved Tony your first year of high school, it never really mattered though Tony always saw you as the little sister plus you were almost certain he was gay. I mean you really didn’t have any suspicion until sophomore year when he started hanging out with that gay Clay.They hung out almost every day, of course, you didn’t mind clay was a cool kid sometimes Hannah will tag along and you guys would go watch a movie or go bowling.Tony seem to care a lot about clay always behind him asking him if he ate, if he had fun, if he finally made a move on Hannah, how his day went sometimes he even gave them a ride home. Now don’t get it twisted Tony did the same thing with you but you were his best friend so it wasn’t odd or rare.So your guess was that Tony was gay and he had a crush on Clay.

You walked through the halls of Liberty high on your way to the cafeteria to meet up with your friends who again were mainly guys.The group consisted of Tony, Justin, Zach, Clay, Hannah who occasionally showed up, Courtney who can be bitchy sometimes and Marcus who tried to be nice but in all honesty gave you a bad vibe. You mainly only hung out with Tony and Justin since they were both your closest friend. The only people that knew how you felt about Tony were Justin and Hannah, you told Justin one night when you were drunk, he promised to keep his mouth  shut even though he still teases you sometimes and Hannah she just kind of asked you one day said she could “ see the love you both had for each other” more like the love you had by yourself, you were sure Tony wasn’t interested.You walk into the cafeteria and spot your friends at your usual table Tony, Clay, Zach and Justin you sit down greeting everyone and then engage in the conversation.

CHANGE POV

“so winter formal this weekend who are you guys taking ?” Zach asks

“ I think I’m taking Jessica” Justin replies smirking earning a “ that’s my boy” from Zach

Tony turned to Clay “ and who are you taking Clay ?” Clay looks up from the paper he’s writing and shrugs

“ I don’t know yet, I’m forced to go because I lost a bet to Jeff,”Clay says turning his attention back to his paper. Why does Tony even care?

“ Who are you taking Zach ?” I ask Zach to change the conversation

“ Oh yeah about that I was going to ask you if you could set me up with (Y/F/N) I ask her myself be she looks kind of mean, “ He says which causes the guys to chuckle.

“I’ll try no promises though, she likes guys who step up not the ones who are scared to talk to her, “ I say laughing “Talking about guys who step up Clay how about asking Hannah, It’s clear that  you like her,“ I say turning to clay

“ I-I don’t Know what you’re talking about,” Clay says stuttering

“ Well if we are talking about people who clearly like people and should be asking them to the dance why haven’t you asked Tony yet (Y/N)?” Justin turns to me with a raised eyebrow.

In that moment my heart stopped everything around was flowing but my blood no longer was in the state of shock I managed to grab my bag and rushed out the cafeteria.I walked out the school sitting in one of the benches out in the Parking lot. As I sat there replaying what was now my reality I realized this was no longer my average day.A tear began to well up in my eyes, they began to fall as I  felt someone approach me I tried to wipe them away. I lifted my head realizing it was Tony and my tears began flowing again. I don’t even know why I was crying I’ve never been an emotional person but in this moment I was ashamed, well that was kind of an understatement. I felt Tony take a sit next to me and he cups my cheek wiping my tears away.

“ hey, hey why are you crying? there’s nothing to cry about okay “ Tony says

“I-I just I was going to tell you but, “ I say stuttering

“Hey It’s okay,” he says wiping my tears away again “ How long ?” He asks

“ W-what?” I say not understanding

“ how long have you liked me ?” he says turning to face the front

“ I- I” I struggle to get my words together

“I first realized I loved you our freshman year of high school,  you looked so ready to take on the world , so sure of yourself you have your whole life figured out and I like that, I like that a lot oh hell with that I think I love you even before that but it took time for me to realize that it was more than just a friendly love its love, love I love you (Y/N) “ He says turning to me almost breathless.

“ You -you what, “ I say not quite understanding I mean I thought he liked Clay

“ I said I love you,” he says cupping my cheeks and kissing me. The kiss was slow and passionate bringing a certain intensity towards the both of us. He pulls away slowly and keeps his forehead on mine.

“ I don’t understand I-I thought you like Clay?” I whisper

He pulls away with a puzzled look on his face “ you thought I what ?” he says

“I thought you were gay and you like Clay because you’re always worried about him and stuff,” I say a little embarrassed now that I think about this my calculations might have been a little misguided.

“ Well no I’m not gay and No I don’t like Clay I’m just being a good friend, I wanna get him and Hannah together they deserved each other plus It’s you it has always been you, “ he says chuckling

“That makes sense, “ I say laughing at my stupid theory

“ Well now that we have that out of the way (Y/N) would you give me the honor of escorting you to the winter formal ?” he asks standing up and putting his hand out  

“ yes I would love to, “ I say jumping up he catches me and then we share a passionate kiss

It was me it has always been me

I Can’t Save Her: Part 26

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, 

Word Count: 1200

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: It’s finally time for Bucky and Y/N to face the talk that they have both been dreading.

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Originally posted by actuallynormal

Originally posted by hurricane-5

I stretched sleepily as the morning rays beamed through the slants of the blinds. I winced slightly at the pain that radiated from my ribs – it seemed like it didn’t matter how I moved… it was likely to hurt. As I opened my eyes I felt a surge of panic – Bucky was gone. Had I imagined everything last night? I had been finding it increasingly difficult to distinguish between reality and dreams lately. I sat up slowly and looked around – trying to find some clue that would help me discern if I had dreamed it all. Bucky’s boots were kicked over by the side of the bed – I sighed with relief. At least I hadn’t imagined it.

My wave of relief was overcome by another worry – Bucky and I were going to have to talk, and it wasn’t going to be pretty. We had had days of recovery – we couldn’t put it off any longer. As I was working my courage up Bucky stepped out of the bathroom. He had on a pair of loose sweats but no shirt. His wet hair from the shower he had just taken was dripping down his back. He moved stiffly – occasionally grimacing. I took in the full extent of his injuries with my mouth agape. To say he had been through literal hell would have been an understatement. His body was black and blue from the severe beatings he had taken but he also had a variety of cuts and odd marks scattered about– several were newly stitched. He turned to put on his shirt and was startled when he saw me staring at him. “I’m sorry If I woke you…” he said apologetically. He hurriedly put on his shirt – obviously uncomfortable about me seeing the marks on his body. Once his shirt was on he loosely tied his hair up and made his way to the bed. He sat on its edge – not looking at me. “Y/N…. we need to talk,” he whispered seriously as he turned and his eyes met mine.

“Yes – we do.”

“I don’t know where to begin really… I fucked it all up doll,” his voice cracked and his eyes sparkled with tears.

“Bucky…” I said as I shifted uncomfortably beside him. “You should have told me… you had no right to keep it from me… If it’s my past I need to know it… regardless of how dark it might be.”

He nervously ran his hands through his hair. “God I know. Y/N I am so sorry. Everything that has happened to you is because of me. I was just… I was so selfish, and I was terrified of losing you so I pushed you away. In my fucked up mind I guess I thought I was saving us both,” he started sounding more frantic with each passing word.

“But you didn’t save me, Bucky. No one can… except for me. You… you promised me. You looked me in the eyes and you promised you would never do this. How can you love someone as much as you say you love me and just walk away?” With each word I could feel all the emotions I had bottled up for months come pouring out. I hastily wiped away the tears that had spilled from my eyes.

Bucky pushed off the bed with a huff and began to pace back and forth in the room. “Don’t you get it?” he asked as he spun on his heel to look at me. “I don’t deserve you. I didn’t before this and I sure as hell don’t deserve you now. I was trying to set you free and I thought the only way to do that was to break your heart. To make you hate me. To do the one thing so despicable that maybe you wouldn’t drag my best friend half way around the world on a suicide mission to save someone that doesn’t want to be saved. And yes it killed me… Every morning I woke up without you I wished I hadn’t woken up at all.” Tears slid down his face as he fell to his knees in front of me. “I asked you not to look for me. I didn’t want to be found. I can’t ever be the man I was before… not after what I have done. Not now that I know the truth… And the worst part is I can’t remember doing it. I don’t remember your mother, your father, or you – but I did it. I was the catalyst for the worst day of your life, and I can’t remember it. I can’t trust my own mind. And I can’t…. I can’t live through hurting you again.”

I slid off the bed and sat in the floor beside him wiping a tear from his eye as I looked at him thoughtfully. “Bucky – you don’t remember them because you weren’t you when you did it. Besides we have no way of knowing if what we were told is the truth.” He sighed shakily as he wiped his face with his hands roughly. He winced when he touched where I assumed Steve had punched him, judging from the deep purple hue of the newest bruise. “I wasn’t lying when I said I had already forgiven you because I did… I did the moment I found out,” I whispered softly as I tucked a strand of loose hair behind his ear.

“What if I can’t forgive myself?” he asked as he looked at me – so helplessly broken.

“It will take time, Buck. Especially for you. You carry all of your guilt so deeply…. Luckily there is a group of people just outside of this room that will help you…. And I will help you too,” he smiled at me softly which made what I was going to say next that much harder.

“I need… I need time. I want you here with me, but you broke my heart Bucky. As much as I want things to go back to how they were… they just can’t. Not now at least,” I added softly. His face fell at this but he nodded in silent understanding. “I still love you – I’m still devoted to you, but I need to know… I need to believe… you won’t do this to me again, because we aren’t done with HYDRA…. I can’t be worried about you disappearing at the drop of a hat when we find out more…”

“I understand. I will do whatever it takes… I promise… I won’t let this happen again,” he whispered sincerely. And I secretly prayed that he was right.

He pushed off of the floor and offered his hand to me. I took it gratefully and he hoisted me up. I watched him gather his things as I sat on the bed. He was making his way for the door when I spoke. “Buck… I would like you to stay… I mean… if that’s okay with you. Last night was the first night since you left that I haven’t had nightmares… and well… I like knowing that you’re here,” I whispered shyly.

He turned and smiled at me sweetly. “Of course, I’ll come back tonight.”


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im just going to make this post right now and try to not say any more about this whole subject (we’ll see how that goes though yikes,,,)

just to clEAR THINGS UP: im not hating on riley. she apologised, cleared up the misunderstanding within her post, and explained herself. but i want to use this situation right now to highlight what i think our fandoms fault is, and this rEALLY REMINDS M E OF IT

we want everyone to think the same way, and some people (hi not gonna name names but im sure u could guess a couple) are practically force-feeding ideas to (especially new) aroha. if i were to put it into my own words: its brainwashing. we’re telling people that what they think is wrong. we’re telling people that “if you dont think this way (aka dont sexualise astro) then get out”. i completely understand that we want to keep this image of a fandom as being pure, unproblematic, but we’re having the opposite effect. anyone who has these thoughts is practically being forced to keep them to themselves because if they do say anything that they genuinely think and doesnt align with what some of the “”bigger blogs”” say, then they’ll be practically, in a sense, kicked out of the fandom. abandoned by people.

from my actual personal experience: i was spoon-fed this idea that NOTHING sexual abt astro AT ALL was to ever be said, and if u did say anything u werent a real aroha and u didnt love them :( it wasnt until this year that i realised this mentality is !!!! stupid !!!!! before becoming an aroha, i had absolutely no opinion on the matter. i didnt care about sexualising, i didnt care about shipping, i didnt care abt smut or anything of the like. if people wanted to enjoy that, that was their decision and not mine. when i did join aroha, i was practically told that “our fandom is so good because we dont sexualise members !! sexualising members is bad bad and shouldnt ever be done so we dont do it!”, but what i failed to recognise at the time is that there are people out there who dont believe in this at all. there were people out there who couldnt share their own thoughts and ideas, because they feared receiving hate.

rather than becoming a fandom who accepts anyone and everyone and what they believe in, we’ve become a fandom that supports a one-track mind, everyone believe in the same cause and having no different opinions from eachother. we’ve shunned people for having some kind of humanly trait, we’ve shunned people for being attracted (sexually !!) to someone, despite it being human !!!!!! we’re failing to realise the flaws in our thought process, we’re failing to recognise the aroha who can’t speak out, we’re failing to accept what comes with being on the internet.

this isnt something that has come to mind solely because of riley’s original post. this has been a long-standing issue within our community that many people have noticed (wow guys its not just me), and to be honest, i think its about time we opened up our minds.

im not saying this means u gotta go read up on some smut aaND GET  DO WN N DIR TY. in fact this change doesnt have to affect you at all, and it never had to affect anyone in the first place. you had the choice to block whatever made you uncomfortable (um note: you isnt directed at anyone in particular im just trying to be impactful on you, the reader), you had the choice to ignore what made you uncomfortable. in some circumstances, it almost seems as though this “quest to protect astro because theyre all babies and need protecting from lots of girls most of whom are younger than them !!!!” has been some kind of gross competition to be the best aroha, to be the morally correct and protector™ aroha. its become less and less about genuinely caring about astro, and more “what can i do today to prove that im an ok person”.

i think that as a community, we are smart and respectful enough towards astro to know where to draw the line. personally, anything on tumblr (unless its about a minor) is fine for me. the artists dont see it, and therefore dont know and dont care about it. where i personally draw the line though is places where they may often check - twitter (specifically in the astro tag and replies to their own tweets), youtube comments, fancafe, etc. tumblr just isnt a place where idols are going to see it. i’ll hold this view until any member of astro specifically states that such comments, jokes, and statements make them uncomfortable. just as we can’t assume what aroha are comfortable with, we cannot assume what astro are comfortable with, AND THIS IS IMPORTANT. it is not your duty as a fan to “protect” them. your duty is to support them and love them. gentle reminder that theyre NOT FIVE. if something bothers them, they are in fact old enough to speak out for themselves

please, aroha, i know we can be respectful for one another, even if our opinions and views differ. i would absolutely hate for such a trivial matter to split aroha into 2 groups, because in the end we’re all here to support and love astro.

thank u and good night

(ps yes i expect to get some backlash for this lol and im here to take other opinions and views into account though. i understand that different things will  make different things uncomfortable. thats fine. ur human. how u react to it is important tho)

This Photograph is Proof You Know I Know

Originally posted by urlasenzavoce

Pairing: Negan x reader

Summary: You’re stuck in an unfulfilling job at the Sanctuary when Negan offers you a chance to pursue your passion

Warnings: inappropriate language because it’s Negan, a sexual situation between people of differing power dynamics (Is that a warning? Basically, Negan has sex with one of the workers at the Sanctuary), oral sex

Words: 1895

Author’s Note: This was written for @i-am-negan-trash  ‘s fic exchange. My fic partner, @jdmfanfiction wrote me this amazing piece of writing and I ended up waiting almost up until the deadline to finish mine.   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I was going to name this piece after a Nickleback song until I dug into my repertoire of angsty emo music

“The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do.”
- Andy Warhol

It started when the Saviors found an abandoned department store. Of course, the outdoor/sporting goods section had been absolutely annihilated. There wasn’t a single item left on the shelves. But the rest of the store was perfectly intact. You guessed whoever raided the place had done so before permanent settlements had formed. Groups travelling on foot didn’t have much use for frilly lingerie or dishwashers. While the other Saviors loaded the trucks with appliances and furniture. You were stuck filling suitcases with clothes. You sighed, your job at the Sanctuary was basically to act as a personal shopper for Negan’s wives. As he put it, you were responsible for keeping his wives looking hot for him. Negan had mentioned that he might be adding a couple of new wives to the roster so you grabbed a black dress in every size you could find.

You had zipped up your last suitcase and handed it off to Laura when you spotted two men carrying a flat screen tv. “Where did you get that?”

They nodded towards the corner where you saw an electronics section. You hadn’t noticed that before which was shocking since it looked like it was the most popular section for the Negan’s men. They were all helping themselves to various video game consoles and carrying armfuls of games. You rolled your eyes and walked past them to reach the only device you were interested in. You kneeled down and grabbed a camera, the fancy kind with interchangeable lenses, the kind you could’ve never imagined being able to afford before the world was overrun with zombies.

You had your pick of the entire photography section and you were helping yourself to as much as you could carry. Suddenly you felt a chill come over you, you felt uneasy. Having survived as long as you did before you joined the Saviors, you knew when you were being watched.

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Moment of Peace

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader
Prompt: Frank does his ‘job’, and you watch Max for him. A simple relationship that means more than meets the eye.
Word Count: 736 Words
Warning: Mention of blood/violence, lil angst (not really), fluff, a singular curse
A/N: I just finished both seasons of Daredevil and I love Matt and Frank???? Sm??? So instead of working on my request, I wrote this quick lil thing. Enjoy!! (pls give feedback, i’m desperate)
Tagging: @quiskcilver, @eagerfriend, @lilybutterworthstuff,


Originally posted by ffrankcastle

((gif not mine, credit to owner)) side note: that lil pout owns my ass


                Frank isn’t sure if he should be surprised, or laugh when he enters you apartment to see you sitting on your couch, typing away. Max was lying beside you, his head rested on your thigh and you both were oblivious to Frank’s presence. That was until Frank stuffed his keys, along with the spare one you gave him into his pocket. You’d given him a spare key when he was worried about waking you up in the night, but he soon found out you were quite nocturnal like him. Max’s ears perked up at the sound, and he jumped off the couch, bringing you out of your haze. You glanced over to Frank, who was kneeling down, petting his over excited dog. You had been watching Max in the evenings, while Frank was out doing his ‘nightly activities’. Although, today you had watched Max for most of the day. Frank had dropped him off around eight a.m., and then was out for the rest of the day, doing god knows what to who.

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Jealousy

@bluecalligraphy requested this story with prompts 35 and 37. Im working on another one for you too! Feel free to repost, like, and tag me in any posts you’d like love! I hope I did Pietro justice and I hope this is satisfies your Pietro feels! Requests are open! Send me something from my prompt list, or send me something original. 

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid


“Yeah so I’m going to need the day off tomorrow.” I said to Steve praying that he wouldn’t put up much of a fight. Steve stopped his relentless punching on the bag and turned to me. “(Y/N) we have training tomorrow. What’s so important?” He asked. “Im meeting up with one of my old friends. He’s only going to be in town for a couple of days and its been years since we’ve hung out.” I pleaded giving my very best puppy dog eyes. “Fine” Steve sighed. “But your going to need to do an extra hour of cardio” I jumped up and down hugging Steve around the neck. “Thank you!” I shouted running from the room.

The next night I picked out my favorite dress and did my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror trying to decide what shoes to wear. Knock Knock I turned towards my door as Pietro walked in. “(Y/N) I was going to make some pasta did you wan-” He stopped mid sentence as he took in my dolled up appearance. “Hey Pietro” I said picking up my nude heels and slipping them on, “Thanks for the offer but I’m going out tonight.” Pietro cleared his throat and tried his best to focus on my eyes. “Okay” he said his voice shaking. “No problem” he speed out of my room. “That was strange” I thought as I walked out the door to meet my friend.

Pietro’s POV

I speed into my room where Wanda was waiting for me. “How did it go?” she asked standing up to meet me. “She’s going out” I murmured fighting to stay calm. “Oh I see.” Wanda said giving me a hug. “Wanda stop it.” I said. She was making it hard to fight back tears. “Im okay, really. I’ll just go out too.” I said straining to keep my voice steady. Wanda stepped back and looked me in the eyes, her own glowing red. “I don’t think that is a wise idea brother.” She said shaking her head. “Your right. Im perfectly entitled to have some fun tonight.” I said an idea forming in my mind. “That is not what I said and you know it.” She said putting her hands on her hips. “Thanks for all your help.” I said speeding out the door before she had a chance to read my mind. I knew she probably wouldn’t approve, but if (Y/N) could have some fun tonight, then so could I.

(Y/N)’s POV

I walked back into the tower feeling light as air. It felt so good to catch up with an old friend. I was walking down the hall to my bedroom when someone bumped into me. I stumbled forwards into Pietro. “Oh sorry Pietro. I didn’t see you there.” I said looking up at him. I tilted my head up to get a better look at his cheek. “Why do you have a lipstick mark on your face?” I asked, jealously bubbling up inside me. “ Pietro cocked his head to the side, a small smile on his face. “I too went out tonight Princessita.” he said. “That’s great” I said cringing at how fake my voice sounded. “It really is.” I bit my lip trying to keep the strain out of my voice. Pietro’s brow crinkled as he said “Is something wrong (Y/N)?” “No” I murmured.Even though I was looking down, I could feel his eyes scanning my face. Sometimes I felt like both the twins had the ability to read minds. “Stop doing that. Its very suggestive and strangely attractive” He said suddenly, his eyes dark. “Stop what?” I asked, my jealously mixed with confusion. “The lip thing.” Pietro said his breathing heavy. “Stop it.” “Why?” I asked. Confusion giving way to anger. “You obviously don’t care about me or my feelings.” I said, meeting his dark eyes with mine. He took a deep breath but his voice was shaky when he spoke. “(Y/N) don’t say that. I care about you very much.” I snorted “Your cheek says otherwise.” I turned to storm off to my room before I broke down. My heart was already throbbing and my legs felt shaky. I felt a breeze fly by me and saw a blue streak before I saw Pietro standing in front of me blocking my path. “Pietro” I began “(Y/N) wait.” he said his were eyes watery but he stood tall. “I was jealous that you went out on a date tonight so I went out too because I didn’t want to seem weak. Im sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.I just don’t know how to tell you how I feel because every time I see you my words just-” It was my turn to cut Pietro off as I captured his mouth with mine. He reacted quickly but I guess they don’t call him quicksilver for nothing. One of his hands flew around my waist and the other cupped my head, tilting my head up.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled on his hair earning a groan. I fought him for dominance but let him win. I pulled away after a few moments. “I didn’t go on a date tonight Pietro.” I whispered threading my hands through his blonde hair. “I went out to meet a friend.” He smiled and re captured my mouth gently biting my lower lip. His hands gripped my waist tighter as he deepened the kiss. He pulled away to whisper “Will you go out with me?” I giggled “Do you even have to ask?” He smiled and met me half way for another kiss.

How To Have a Positive Fandom Experience (it is possible)

1. Not every post requires a reaction. Seriously. I see people exhausting themselves writing responses to a post they don’t agree with when in reality the ONE nice thing about tumblr is if you don’t agree with an opinion you can scroll…. right…. past it. You can hide it from appearing on your dash again. You can blacklist its tags, block the person, etc. Take advantages of the positives of this website and it will already be a much better experience for you.

2. Not every comment requires a reaction. Same thing above goes for all those comments people put on your posts JUST TO GET A REACTION OUT OF YOU. Do you know how many times a post of mine has made it’s way to a different fandom. I look through my notifs and suddenly just see “BELLAMY BLAKE SUX DIK.” Just. Block them.

3. Not every message requires a response. Again, no ones holding a gun to your head saying “you need to respond to every anon sent to you.” I see people responding to anon hate and I just think why the hell would you do that? You’ll NEVER see me respond to anon hate. I can’t think of anything funnier then knowing someone out there got heated enough just over my presence on the internet to type up an angry message, hide behind anon, and now is sitting there waiting for my response. Meanwhile i’ll have read all of 3 words in their message before blocking their IP from ever messaging me again. And they’ll just keep sitting there and checking back waiting for a response they’ll never get while I keep posting shit like “BLARKE IS GONNA FUCK”

4. Unfollow, break mutuals, block people. You’re ALLOWED to do that. I break mutuals all the time and I unfollow people really easily. There’s a reason I’m never following over 90 blogs. I’m not saying that to be cocky, I’m telling yall to drop the mentality that “oh I can’t unfollow this person because we used to talk and they’re kinda big in the fandom and I don’t wanna start shit” and that ever since I dropped that, I do not see drama on my dash. I see my other mutuals referring to the drama, but I never see it because I’ll have already unfollowed the person. IF THEY WERE PROBLEMATIC ONCE,,, THEY’LL BE PROBLEMATIC AGAIN. 

5. This “Discourse” Trend. isn’t. cute. Take it from someone who used to constantly get involved in that shit. You think it makes you “one of the blarke fam.” It doesn’t okay, it makes you one of the assholes. No one wants to be friends with that person who’s constantly angry about something. I understand calling out problematic things (that absolutely should happen) but when every single one of your posts is just you being angry, you making a problem out of every little thing, you bringing down others with you, you getting involved where you shouldn’t be, you fighting people, you writing posts shading someone else’s post, you bringing up old and DEAD shipwars (seriously why are yall still posting l.exa hate, LET IT GO)… you’re not only ruining the experience for yourself but for every single person who follows you and who sees those posts. YOU are contributing to the “fandom drama” and YOU are the reason so many of the newbies in the fandom get involved in discoursing so fast. And guess what? no one feels fucking sorry for you when you’re the one taking a break from tumblr every week because we all know you bring it on yourself.

**To the newbies in the fandom: I know you see it a lot, I know you think this is the only way to be involved in the blarke fam, I know you think it’ll get you a lot of followers and more known in the fandom. Trust me when I say you do not wanna go down that path. It’s not at all fun and there’s a reason the blogs who do this are the ones who want to quit the show, the fandom, tumblr. TRUST ME, I ALMOST QUIT LAST SUMMER, I WAS THAT BITCH. You wanna be more involved? message people, write positive posts, get involved with shit like bellarke fam selfie night. Stay away from the discoursing.

*Doesn’t apply to social justice issues, those should very much be talked about. But stfu about it if you’re straight and white please. And stop speaking over the lgbt poc in the fandom,,,in attempt to get notes and followers*

6. Stop being bullies. You might think you’re “edgy” and a badass bitch for writing a post shading someone, or for being part of a group that gangs up on that one person in the fandom. You’re not edgy, you’re not That Bitch, you’re just A Bitch. You’re the bully that you never got to be in highschool. That’s really all I have to say about that,,,just don’t be a dick ??

7. And finally. Be the positive presence. Be that blog people can come to for a laugh when they’re having a bad day (making people laugh feels a lot nicer then getting people angry, down, etc.) Be the person people feel comfortable enough messaging you. Be the person who drops KIND anons in the ask box of someone you feel maybe doesn’t always receive a lot of love. ***Reach out when someone makes a post about having a terrible day/being in a down mood/struggling with life or mental illnesses.*** Comment and reblog peoples selfies and hype eachother up. Be the person who points out positives of an episode and who can make someone feel better when they’re feeling disappointed. IGNORE THE NEGATIVE ANONS (seriously no one wants to see “bellarke is never gonna happen” on their dash. If we did, we’d be following people from a different fandom.) Ignore the drama, ignore the discourse, ignore the downers in the fandom.

You never know what someones going through outside of tumblr. For a lot of people logging on here is the only distraction they get from what’s going on in their real life. Think about that before putting something negative on someone dash, or before sending a mean anon, or before joining a group to shade That One Person.

8 - I’m scared as hell to want you, but here I am, wanting you anyway.“ 

A/N: Fair warning: this is shit, also what is punctuation?

“It’ll be okay” Your best friend shushed you over the phone. “Say the word and I’ll be over there with a tub of chunky monkey, scissors, a lighter and all the chick flicks I can manage to fit in my arms” she stated the very recipe you two have had for break-ups since high school, “we’ll cut out the bastards face and drown the memories with calories” you chuckled, sniffling up your runny nose and thanking the universe for the best friend a person can ask for. “But it’s raining…” you looked over your shoulder to the greying gloom spreading across the sky from your balcony window, the rain getting louder as it hit the windows.
“Okay…” she paused, “we’ll have to light the stuff he left in the kitchen but it’s okay I’ll bring a fire extinguisher” you laughed again unable to believe she can make you laugh in a situation that makes you want to crawl up and cry.
“I mean you’ll get sick” “like I care, I’m not leaving you alone upset” she scoffed
“you’re amazing” “I kno—what’s that sound?” she asked as a loud banging came from your balcony.
“What the fuck?” you stood from the spot on the floor you’d been sulking and slowly walked over to the glass. “What is it?” she sounded concerned in your ear as you attempted to look down “oh my god” you closed your eyes, “its Shawn” they flicked open and you felt tears at the brim. Even the words of comfort and confidence being poured into your ear wasn’t enough to help you from crying right now and it didn’t help that small pebbles were still flying at your window. “I’ve got to go” you sniffled “I’m coming around” “let me deal with him first, I’ll call you back” you nodded and hung up.
You waited until another pebble was thrown so it’d be safe to walk out and looked down. “What the fuck are you doing?” you yelled down at the boy soaked by the rain, his hand full of white pebbles from your garden. “I need to talk to you” “why didn’t you call?” “You wouldn’t have answered” he yelled a little quieter, his posture changing as he shied back. “Go away Shawn” you turned and went to go back inside “Please I just… 5 minutes please!” he yelled trying to get you to turn back.

You ran downstairs and out the door into the rain, “what Shawn? What could you possibly want three hours after telling me I’m not good enough for you?” you waved your arms about. “I never said that” he stepped closer, dropping the pebbles by his side and grabbing on to your arms “never would I ever say that, it’s the other way around” you scoffed at him, yanking your arms back from his hold. “What do you want?” you looked away from him, instead watching the rain land on the grass, the blades bouncing as it met with the watery drops. “I broke up with you because I’m about to tour again” his voice competed with the thunder that now accompanied the rain. “If you wanted to be with other peo—“he grunted interrupting you, “how can you possibly not get this? I don’t want to leave you here. Every goodbye at the airport, every late night call, every text where you’re telling me you’re okay with waiting when I know damn well it breaks my heart as much as it breaks mine” his voice broke as he tried to hold back tears, pinching at the bridge of his nose to hold them back. You began to laugh and turned to walk back inside “you know what I was okay with?” you turned back to face him, “having you live your dream and only hearing your voice two times a day, three if I was lucky. I was so okay with being left behind because getting to see you again after being apart for so long was worth all the shit we’d put up with” you shrugged “I guess I just thought we were worth more”.

“What is your problem?” he yelled as you turned back, “why are you trying so hard to avoid me when I’m trying to explain-“ “Because you broke my heart you fuck!” you breathed in deep, your warm breath being visible in the cold weather as you lowered your chest. You felt tears fall down your cheeks and hope he’d take it for the rain but he didn’t, he pulled you into him and wrapped his arms around you. “I want you” he mumbled “I want you like crazy, there is nothing I want more than to fix this and find a way to make it easier while I’m on tour but you coming out every couple of months isn’t working” he kissed the top of your head, not at all loosening his grip on you. “I don’t understand how you can just give up and want to let something this good go because we can’t work past something” you pushed back from his arms refusing to let him feel better about this “you’re just giving up” you wiped at your eyes “well what do you want to do?” he got angry, tears now streaming down his face to as you argued back and forth “because my heart is breaking knowing I’m hurting you and I’m scared as hell to want you, but here I am, wanting you anyway” you furrowed your eyebrows “you broke us up!” “I’m here to fix it” he stepped closer “I want to figure something out” he swallowed “it’s been three hours knowing since we broke up and I’m a mess” he pulled on your arms and put his forehead on his “it’s not worth it if it means losing you and honestly I don’t know what I’d do if I had to fight the urge to start running to your house as soon as I stepped off the plane anymore” you pulled him in the door so you were both out of the rain and your voices has softened to not battle the rain anymore.
“Can we fix this?” he ran his thumbs over your arms, you nodded and slowly felt your lips meet his “we can try”.

Someone to love Part 4 of 5

Someone to love

Summary: You’d been there the whole time. Maybe now it’s time to let Steve know what he thinks he’ll never find.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Character’s: Steve, Reader, Natasha, Peggy, OC male (Reader’s granddad), Sam, Wanda, T’Challa, Bucky, mentions of Sharon,

Setting: from Captain America the First Avenger to Civil War.

Warnings: angst, minor character death, language,  

Notes: written for my 400 follower celebration requested by @angryschnauzer the song is Somebody to love by Queen. What was supposed to be a one shot grew into a four or more parts cause the idea just stuck with me. Hope you enjoy.

Someone tags:  @spnhybrid @iamwarrenspeace @the-doctor-called-loki @hellomissmabel

Permanent tags: @winters-buck @angryschnauzer @marvel-lucy @aquabrie @supernaturallymarvellous @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel

Marvel tags: @sebbytrash @ek823@marvelfanfichq @creideamhgradochas

Key: Y/GF/N = your grandfather’s name

Someone to love Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 

Part 4: Here comes Goodbye

2015 Week after the Ultron indecent

      

 “Out to drop another city on someone else’s head?” a snide male voice asked from beside him, casting a shadow over the small metal table. “Or just out to ruin someone else’s day?”

Part of him wanted to turn and land a nice right hook to the ugly sneering face, but he refrains. Hands balling into tight fists, one resting on the white painted metal table the other in his lap. Having heard it all before, but it didn’t mean it hurt any less having giving his life up to protect people who sometimes come across as ungrateful. Kinda understanding why this person needed to vent his frustrations though going about it the wrong way. Steve still felt each jabbing word cut across his emotions like sand paper over rough wood.

“Hey asshat why don’t you shove that snotty attitude were the sun don’t shine,” harsh, with touches of angry and resentment flowing through the cadence of your voice. Having heard what this stranger said to Steve made your blood boil.

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The Right Decision

Originally posted by logan-and-stuff

Percy Jackson x Reader

Words: 1040

Warnings; none that i can think of, besides Greek mythology and mentions of a break up

Sitting upon the edge of Camp Half-Blood, my eyes roamed the lake in front of me. It glistened an orange as the sun was going down, the water still. My eyes drew attention to the little house not far from the bank of the lake, owned by the son of Poseidon. He was sat outside his house, talking to some girl whom I expected to be the Goddess of Wisdom’s daughter, Annabeth.

The two seemed to be in that of a heated argument, so I faced away and enjoyed the sunset from the little cliff I was sat upon, minding my own business. The sky faded into oranges, pinks and purples and I smiled at the thought. I always felt at one with nature, but I guess that was the perk of being the child of Mother Nature. Some rustling was heard next to me, so I turned around and stuck my hidden blade in the direction of the noise, only to be met with goat legs. Glancing up, I noticed Grover was the owner and recoiled my blade.

“Geez, it’s just me.” Grover sighed, sitting down next to me. “Damn.”

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