i have a poster in my shower

songsandeyeglasses  asked:

How do you redecorate without breaking your fragile bank account??

I love this question! Everything on this list is under $30, and most of it can be purchased from the safety of your dorm room couch.

Decorating on a Budget

1. Plants: Plants are my personal favorite decor (apart from Xmas lights). They’re inexpensive and look great in any location. If watering a plant every day doesn’t work for your schedule, get a cactus! I water my cacti twice a week.

2. Xmas Lights: I try to distance myself from people who say that Xmas lights are just “seasonal”. I have three different strands of lights up all year long, one in each room and one on my outdoor balcony. These lights are perfect for parties, romantic evenings, etc. 

3. Candles/Incense: Dorm room or apartment landlord permitting, candles and incense really help an apartment feel more homey. They also help stave off the smell of your cat’s litter box, which is always a plus.

4. Posters: Posters aren’t as expensive as you think they are, but poster frames are ridiculously expensive. And you can’t buy the cheap ones, they fall apart instantly- you have to buy the $40 ones. My advice to you, buy posters and hang them up carefully with pushpins or tape.

5. Clocks: Buy a cool clock off Society6 or RedBubble for $25. It’s my belief that the right clock can help brighten up an otherwise dull-looking room. I bought my boyfriend this Bob’s Burgers clock for his birthday last year.

6. Shower: You don’t need to use the low-grade weak shower head that came with your bathroom. You can buy color changing shower heads and spa quality shower heads on Amazon for $25. Go forth! Always keep your old shower head somewhere safe, and put it back on when you’re ready to move out. There are lots of great and truly unique shower curtains out there on the internet, but they’re expensive. You’re better off buying one from Target or Walmart.

7. Night lights: I am the sort of person who always needs to pee at 3am. I have always used night lights in my bathroom and kitchen because they’re so much better than blundering around in the dark. Similar to the Xmas lights, they help create that “mood”. I have these cute little lava lamp night lights.

8. Glow in the dark stars: Just trust me on this.

9. Chalkboard paint: Dorm room or apartment landlord permitting, chalkboard paint can help turn your room into a perpetual canvas. A friend of mine from college did this to his incredibly small room, and it looked so good.

10. Beaded curtain: Beaded curtains help make small spaces appear larger. We have a beaded curtain hanging in our hallway currently, and it’s great. You don’t need a super expensive one that was handmade by the indigenous people of wherever. Just a simple one to put in a doorway or hang on the wall to change your space.

risquetendencies  asked:

bokuroo + sleepy or bittersweet?

“Your eyes are literally closed, Bo.”

“Nnngh, they’re not.”

“Yeah? How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Your middle finger.”

Kuroo frowns down at his right hand, which indeed only had the middle finger up. “Okay, fine, but that’s because you know me so well. Bokuto, just go to sleep already.”

“No,” Bokuto tries to say, except he yawns halfway through, and never quite finishes the single syllable word. His head slumps forwards until it hits Kuroo’s shoulder, and then he just stays there, breathing soft and warm against Kuroo’s neck.

“C’mon, Bo. You just yawned in my face.” Kuroo yawns himself, even as his arm comes up to wrap around the other boy. “Why won’t you admit defeat?”

“Because,” Bokuto starts, and then he trails off, long enough that Kuroo thinks he really did fall asleep. Then, in the quietest mumble Bokuto is only capable of when he’s really, really, really tired, or when he’s feeling really, really, really bad, he says, “Because it’s our last night together.”

That makes Kuroo pause. His grip on the other boy tightens without him really noticing it. Slowly, he lifts a hand to Bokuto’s hair. It’s soft now, like it always is after he showers. Like down feathers. 

“I know,” Kuroo says, staring across the room at the single volleyball poster he’s put up in all the years he’s lived here. Even Kenma has more posters up in his room. But this is home. And with Bokuto here, it’s even harder to think about the packed boxes and suitcases waiting in the hall for morning.

“I know,” he says, “but we’ll have many more sleepovers in the future, okay? You can come visit me in my dorm, I’ll take the train to your uni. Yeah?”

Bokuto shoves his face further into the crook of Kuroo’s neck, and they both adjust into a now-familiar hold. “Mmkay,” Bokuto’s muffled voice says, slow and warm. “We’ll see each other a lot. On court, too, so I can kick your ass.”

“You mean, so I can kick your ass.”

“Nuh-uh,” Bokuto says, but it’s slurred now, and his weight is growing heavier in Kuroo’s arms. 

Kuroo smiles fondly down at the cuddly lump on his chest. He lays them both down on his bed, so small now with two grown teenagers stretched out on it. Bokuto’s breathing evens out, and soon after, Kuroo follows. 

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The past, the present... The future.

Summary: In SHIELD you are known for your charisma and your irrational optimism. Specially taking in count the irreversible curse HYDRA condemned you with. Because of that, Director Fury has determinate that you are the best person to take care of Bucky’s mental state.

Chapter 1: My curse

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Y/N: your name

Warnings: Contains references to Marvel’s Agents of SHIELD and the inhumans, but nothing that would count as a major spoiler. Also, references to weapons (guns).

Word count: 1,676

A/N: This is my very first time writing a fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it! I would love to have some feedback so let me know what you think! I’m planing on doing a series. This part is pretty light, I have a lot more dramatic scenes as the story goes on.

Y/N POV’s:

Light floats through the room, creeping across my eyelids to remind me that a new day has started.  I sit up and look around my room to orientate myself after another busy night fighting off nightmares. The right wall is made completely out of glass, giving me amazing views of the forest that expands all around the facility. It also fills my room with light at any hour of the day, which is fortunate, as the walls are painted black. Next to the window I have an immense desk covered in papers and supplies and equipped with the latest technology, just like about anything in my room. I also have a boxing space, bookshelves (not enough for my books: a lot of them are lying on the ground), a full body mirror that doubles as a computer and, of course, my bed. The walls are covered with posters of any topic imaginable, from movies to the latest science innovations along with photos and… anything hangable, really.

As I’m covered in sweat, i decide to take a shower before heading out into the new day. While I let the warm water drip through my body, mixing with the coconut scent from my shampoo, I ask the personal assistant in the mirror to go through my timetable today and fill me in with anything I may have missed.

Good morning, Agent Y/N. Today you had a meeting with the Minister of Foreign Affairs to coordinate SHIELD’s missions off borders. You also had agreed to help agent Daisy train the new recruits for the inhumans. Finally you were going to take part in the planing of the mission to take down the latest HYDRA facility found. However, all you plans for today have been cancelled, and your daily revision with agent Jemma Simons was been delayed.

“And what’s the reason for all this change?” I ask, stepping out of the shower while drying my hair with a towel.

Director Fury wanted to have a meeting with you before breakfast.”

I nod, wondering what Fury might want to talk about. I come out of the bathroom and open the sliding doors to enter my closet. Aside from the clothes, which I do not have a great variety of as I spend most of my life in uniform, my closet is filled with objects that do not fit in my room, from my electric guitar to boxes with case files. Cameras, souvenirs … even my skate is here!

I dress in my black jumpsuit, with a SHIELD logo on my shoulder, and tie the numerous leather straps that incorporate weapons into my uniform. It’s not like I expect to be attacked at the base soon, but the protocol requires that all active agents carry at least one weapon around, and I must admit that I feel much more comfortable knowing I’m not defenseless. I place the pistol inside the holster on my hip, put on my fingerless gloves and tie my shiny black boots. I put my hair in a braid and finally step out of my room, my brightest smile on, ready to fight the world.

I make my way to Fury’s office, smiling politely at everyone. As I happen to come across Daisy on my way there, I also stop to apologize for not being able to help her this afternoon.

“Don’t worry” she smiles putting a hand on my shoulder “I’m sure you’re going to go up another level or something. Can you go up another level if you already have maximum access to everything? Well, never mind. You have to tell me everything!”

“I’ll meet you for lunch” I promise her as I wave goodbye.

When I enter Fury’s office, he is looking at a report, but puts it down as soon as he realizes I’m  in the room. He stands up, smiling.

“Y/N! I’m glad you have finally decided to show up.” I open my mouth to complain, but he carries on in a more serious tone “I have something important. Something really important I need you to take care of. Come here, I’ll explain you everything while we have breakfast.”

A while later, we both sit in front of a steamy plate of scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Nick, all this tension is getting on my nerves. Would you mind to explain what exactly I’m required to do?” I say, my knee bouncing up and down under the table as I try to liberate energy from my body.

He solemnly looks up from his plate and passes me a file. It’s pretty thick, and I recognize the man in the front picture immediately. My heart stops for a millisecond and I have to remind myself to breath. I inhale deeply, fighting against panic, and recompose my smile as well as I can.

“The Winter Soldier…” I say, looking at Fury for more explanations.

“I trust you know his story.”

“I do, I read about him on some files a few months ago. And all the rumors going around..”  Nick looks at me in the eye as if he expects me to say something else, but that is all that’s going to come out of my mouth. He leans back before asking.

“What is your opinion on him?”

“My opinion, you mean, as in whether he is innocent or not?” I ignore the ghosts of memories that pass before my eyes and carry on “According to all the data we have, he is. Right?”

“Yes Y/N, Bucky is completely innocent.” he says. The pause that follows warns you that I may not like what’s coming next. “Y/N, Bucky needs psychological support after this traumatic experience. Not a psychologist, but someone to help him adapt and to be his friend. Most importantly, to help him move on. Before you say anything, Steve is not completely qualified to do so, as he doesn’t understand what Bucky has been through. We are still trying to get the trigger words out of his brain and that’s only the beginning of the process of healing. He was taken to the Avengers’ compound about a week ago, as we thought it was easier to treat him from there. Unfortunately, Mr Stark isn’t very happy with the idea. Bucky needs help as soon as posible and I have decided you are the most indicated person to do the job.” He looks at me apologetically, demonstrating, once more, how instinctive he is. I have never told anyone about it, but he somehow knows, somehow feels it.

“Why me?” I whisper, not trusting my voice. Nick looks at me.

“Because you know what it is like, you have lived it. You know what HYDRA does to its prisoners. You probably know something about the mind wiping and you definitely are one of the most empathic persons I have ever come across.” He pauses for a second and then his look softens a little “And you are by far the happiest and more optimistic person I have and will ever meet. All that happened to you, and you are somehow here, in front of me, still smiling.”

I take a deep breath. Nick has a point and, as much as I fear it, I can’t deny my help to someone who needs it so badly. But man, this was going to be difficult. Really difficult. I stand up and take the files.

“When am I leaving to the Avengers Compound?”

Nick smiles “I was hoping you would this afternoon”

I run through the Winter Soldier’s files wile I wait for Jemma to give me my results. I have skim-read the first few pages when Daisy enters the lab and walks towards me.

“I knew I would find you here.” she smiles “I heard you’re moving in to Stark’s.”

“You heard?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, Coulson may have talked with Fury about it and he may or may have not told me a little something” She stops and pulls a fake deep-in-thought pose “Or I may have hacked the system… again.”

“You really are incurable.”

“So… You’re going to be the Winter Soldier’s personal phsycologist?”

“That may, or may not be true.” I laugh “Do you know something about him that could be useful? I’ve read he used to make really good impressions on people.

“That would explain why his name is in the memorial to the agents lost in the line of duty, even though he died before SHIELD was created.”

“I know. Someone has to fix that, by the way. I mean: he was lost, but now he is found. Or maybe metaphorically he is not the same person, after all he has gone through, so he is still lost. Or maybe your name stays there even if you are not actually dead…”

“Or maybe we are just too lazy to change it”

“Good point.”

Jemma laughs behind me. I turn around  and she presses the tablet in her hand.

“Before I show you anything, I wanted to tell you I have send the instructions of your revision to Mr Stark, so that you can get it done by him once in the compound.” I thank her profusely, even though I’m not extremely excited with the prospect of having a medical revision with a Stark. “Here are your results.” she says, showing me the projection coming from her tablet. I anxiously read all the numbers and signs I have learned by heart in the past years, desperately looking for something, anything, different to usual. I don’t succeed.

“Not a single second?” I ask, in case I have missed something. As she shakes her head, my shoulders sink. Someone would say I should have gotten used to it after all this time but I can’t help to have hope. Daisy puts her arm around me. I take a deep breath and smile again.

I try to think of the positive aspects, but the reality is, I haven’t aged a single minute in the past forty-eight years.

And no, it’s not as fun as you think.

Part 2.

‘Hazardous’ Headphones: Part 2

So some peeps wanted more of the thing I did from a prompt, so boom. Part1: Part3  

Chloe was startled. She had never been the direct target of Beca’s rage before. She wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. Even though she was small, Beca sure could be intimidating when she wanted to be.

Chloe felt trapped in her chair. She physically couldn’t get up with Beca being in front of her and their eyes were locked now. She knew she was in the wrong so she was surprisingly quick to back down. “Beca I’m sorry…” She said softly.

Beca took a step back still boiling with rage she swiftly slammed her fist into the wall, instantly regretting it as she could have sworn she felt something crack. It didn’t it was just painful. “Beca…” Chloe put her laptop aside and stood up. “I’ll call them and–”

“And what!? Say you want to take back your donation of ‘overly expensive headphones?” Beca glared at her as she held her fist to try and soothe the pain “You had no right!” Chloe averted her eyes “I know and I’m sorry, let me fix this-”

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hc that when bitty sees jacks “be better” poster hanging up in his new apartment he starts covering it with little notes.

he starts off writing just like facts about jack, like “you always beat me at jeopardy”, “your playlists are always a+++”, and “youre the best sous chef a boy could ask for”

but they slowly get less factual and becomes like “you have the best ass in hockey. possibly the world.” and “hearing you sing in the car/shower/kitchen is the best part of my entire day” and finally escalates to just random doodles of baked goods and jack and bittys teammates and jacks butt and beyonce lyrics and rabbits.

but in the middle of the poster (thats now completely invisible behind all the notes) jack still keeps the first one bitty wrote and stuck on his wall, one just reading “i love you!”

5 things tag

Thanks for tagging me @imusuallyobsessed

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

  1. Pack of gum
  2. Lotion
  3. Wallet
  4. Notebook
  5. Multitude of pens

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:

  1. Bookcase which holds both books and Funko Pops!
  2. Television
  3. Desk
  4. A Papasan Chair or what my sister likes to call my turtle chair
  5. Fabric Sailor Moon poster 

5 things I’m into at the moment:

  1. Writing
  2. Wonder Woman
  3. Olicity
  4. Mercy Thompson books
  5. Werewolves and vampires in general 

5 things on my to-do list:

  1. Start some original work. 
  2. Finish/Start [insert fic title/au here]
  3. Shower
  4. Pack my shit so I can go home tomorrow
  5. Mentally prepare psych myself out for my doc appointment tomorrow

5 things people don’t know about me:

  1. I’m a three time drop out [quietly high fives oliver]
  2. I have my driver’s license but i don’t drive (anymore)
  3. I’ve kissed the Blarney Stone
  4. I don’t know how to swim or ride a bike
  5. My first name is hyphenated 

tagging: @dinahhdrake @blackcanarydinah @muslimsmoak @wherethereissmoak @coal000 @spaztronautwriter

Daily Routine

Hello everyone! I have a little poster in my room on which I’ve written a few things that I aim to do every day. Pushing myself to accomplish everything on this list every day has been very beneficial for me. It is a great method for self-care, awareness, and growth. I thought I’d share it with you all since it helps me a lot!

1. Pray/meditate

2. Shower ( + wash face & brush teeth)

3. Moisturize body (body creams, oils, butters, deodorant, etc)

4. Moisturize face

5. Do hair ( + coat eyebrows and eyelashes with castor oil for growth)

6. Make bed

7. Get dressed (don’t forget to put on your watch, rings, and pack crystals)

8. Eat healthy breakfast & drink water

9. Say affirmation

10. Go to school

11. Get healthy lunch + water

12. Come home

13. Put away clothes

15. Drink water & eat

16. Homework

17. Write/take care of outstanding work/accomplish today’s goals

18. Eat dinner + drink water

19. Read, do research (on topics that will help to expand your consciousness), watch some TV

20. Shower

21. Repeat steps 3-5

22. Put out tomorrow’s outfit

23. Say another affirmation

24. Pray/meditate

25. Sleep

I don’t always get to everything on the list, but I try to. There’s another thing that I try to do every day that’s not on this list, but you can see it here

anonymous asked:

havin a bad day reasons 1. my bday is tmrw and my friend was like ya!! ill make u a poster:) and I got really excited for that n then she didn't make me one but that's a petty reason 2. I have fucking exams tomorrow on my birthday, and I didn't study for two of them and I'm going to fail 3. my crush (ugh) isn't going to my bday party:)

(back at it again w the angst) 4. there was a dance today and my friend got asked out and they were happy and one of my best friends is very possibly getting asked out tonight and even before that I was crying in the shower bc my crush (ew) was avoiding me the whole fucking time during the dance!! good times!!!! 5. my mom caught me crying and I was forced to say that it was bc I was stressed for my exams which I am but that wasn’t why I was fucking crying!! im sorry u have to see my vents


ah its ok to vent if it makes you feel better somehow my dude, for now forget about your crush and focus on your education first, 
and who cares if someone invites you or not???? nothing wrong w going alone fam,
also crushes are temporary so why give a shit abt him if he’s avoiding you, and maybe your friend just needs time to finish the poster??

Tagggg Alert

Got dragged into this mess by the one and only, @bunny-yeol !!! Thanks pal, chum, friend o’ mine.. lol

Rules: You have to tag 15 people at the end of the challenge

*cough* I’ll tag who I want wtf *cough* aNYWAYS LETS GET STARTED!!

5 Things You’ll Find In My Bag:

  • A random novel I gotta return soon
  • Earphones
  • Hairbrush
  • Hand sanitizer (you never know)
  • Mini Umbrella

 5 Things You’ll Find In My Bedroom:

  • Poster of AoT
  • My Bed
  • Mini T.V
  • Art Tablet
  • Art Journals

5 Things I’ve Always Wanted to Do:

  • Study abroad
  • Go to any sort of convention I’m interested in
  • Jump off something high and land in a body of water
  • Cosplay fave characters w/ friends
  • Go stargazing

5 Things That Makes Me Feel Happy:

  • Music
  • Hot showers
  • Re-watching favorite T.V series
  • Drawing
  • Eating chocolate

5 Things I’m Currently Into:

  • AoT and Hetalia series
  • Learning to play the piano
  • Drawing
  • Psychology findings/ research
  • Having best friends for life ;v;

 5 Things on My To-Do List:

  • Get my volunteer hours
  • Study for the SAT/ACT
  • Get a permit???
  • Learn how to draw on art tablet
  • Survive Senior Year!!!!! :DDD

Taggin’ my pals:

@hoediac , @sunnydaysanddarknights , @recklesssketches , @dyingaesthetically , @devotedlystarstruckartisan , @lietle-cinnamon-roll , @cinnabunart

Taggin’ those who *cough* shouldbepalswithme *cough*:

@pockettprince , @unkindcollected , @chunbunny , @dreamrlu , @yousyouk

Let’s play (Markson threesome)

Warning: Smut.

You and Mark have been best friends for a long time now, actually you’ve been friends since you were about eight years old. When you were kids you didn’t feel anything romantic towards him, he was just a brother to you but as you slowly grew up, you started to feel this weird attraction to him. He wasn’t the best looking when he was young but as he grew up he became good looking and attractive. In fact, he was so handsome every girl who saw him tried to hit on him, which obviously got you irritated since he was your best friend and you had this attraction towards him. The worst thing was that he didn’t feel the same. Or at least, that’s what you thought.

You were working at a small cafe near the place you called home. Snapping you out of your thoughts, you got a call from Mark. “Hey y/n, are you busy tonight?” Mark asked through the phone. “No, I don’t have any plans, yet.” You said. “I have this friend who wants to meet you, how about you come to my place we can play videogames and order some pizza?” “Sounds good” You smiled, you loved it when Mark called you, it made you feel like he really needs you. “Okay, so come when you finish work, bye, love you” He said. “Love you too” You said and hung up.

A couple of hours later, you finished work. You left, saying goodbye to your co-workers like every other day. You decided to take the bus, since he didn’t live far away and it was quite your only option. On the bus you started to think about Mark and his ‘Mysterious’ friend. You wondered if you knew him but you probably didn’t. Arriving at Mark’s building you decided to take the stairs since his apartment was on the second floor. You slowly approached his apartment door and lightly knocked the door. No answer. He probably didn’t hear your faint knocks so you knocked harder. This time, someone opened the door and it wasn’t Mark. It was a quite tall guy with rough features and a well-built body. You had to admit he was quite handsome. You figured out he was Mark’s friend, obviously. You took of your shoes and entered the apartment.

“Hi” You said quietly, “I’m y/n”. “Hey y/n, I’m Jackson” He smiled and called Mark. Mark came out of his room and greeted you warmly, hugging you. “Have you introduced yourself?” He asked you. You nodded your head. “Great! You guys wanna order pizza? I want you to feel comfortable with each other" You both agreed. You ordered pizza and played some videogames together, and you and Jackson got closer with each other which made you both more comfortable, as you started to joke around. Suddenly, Jackson suggested you’ll play truth or dare. While eating pizza all of you drank some beer which got you a bit dizzy but you felt a bit light headed. (A/n: Please don’t misunderstand, they weren’t drunk, so they were still able to make decisions themselves. All that’s about to come is in consent, just to clear things up :))

You and Mark agreed to play truth or dare. Of course, none of you know what’s about to come. It wasn’t planned or anything. It all started with a simple dare for Mark. Jackson dared him to kiss you and from there, the dares became dirtier than you thought but you agreed to do them. After Mark dared you to pull your shirt off and stay in your bra, you could see their obvious boners.  You were sitting in front of your extremely attractive best friend and his hot friend, semi naked, wet and both of them had boners. You couldn’t wait anymore, you needed them, both of them. “Truth or dare?” You asked Mark. “Dare” “I dare you to fuck me. Both of you” You dared. They didn’t look surprised nor objected to do so, instead they got up and took you to Mark’s bedroom.

Mark set you gently on his bed, taking your trousers off. Jackson was already half naked when you took Mark’s shirt off, passionately kissing him. After breaking the kiss, you grabbed Jackson and kissed him, his tongue sweeping across your lips, asking for an entrance. Your tongues fought for dominance but Jackson quickly won. He unclasped your bra and took off your panties while Mark removed the rest of his clothes. Jackson moved to suck on your neck and left visible marks. Moving down to your stomach then your inner thighs, he kissed softly and sucked lightly, you threw your head back in pleasure as he began licking your folds and sucking on your clit. You couldn’t help but moan his name.

Mark started to play with your boobs, sucking and biting on your hardened nipples. With those actions you moaned out in pleasure and came on Jackson’s tongue. The boys switched places, Mark pumped his shaft a couple of times and slammed his dick in you without any warning. You yelped in both pain and pleasure, since he was much bigger than you expected him to be. As Mark thrusted into you rapidly, you took Jackson’s dick, spread his precum and licked the tip. By the time you put his whole shaft in your mouth, he was a moaning mess. Mark’s thrusts became slower and you could tell his was close, but they also got deeper which caused you to moan on Jackson’s dick. Your moaning sent vibrations up his dick and with that he came in your mouth, you swallowing his cum.

Jackson pulled out of your mouth, and went to take a shower alone. Mark was really close so he started to fuck you harder which caused you to moan out his name loudly, your moans sending him off the edge he came hard into you. With Mark reaching his climax you released for the second time that night and both of you lied on the bed next to each other, breathless. “Next time, let’s do it just me and you” Mark said “I like you y/n, I always did and I’m sorry for not telling you before we had sex”. You smiled at him “I like you too Mark, we should definitely have a next time” You winked and both of you joined Jackson in the shower.


OMG I really hope you guys liked it, it was my first time writing smut. Well, in English ( ;) ). I love ya’ll !!

(Gif’s not mine, credit to the original poster)

Home is different for everybody.
For some people, home is the place with all of your favorite snacks. Home is the place where you know which cupboard all of the dishes are in. The place where the mattress is worn in just right, where the shower pressure is perfect, where your wall is covered in posters and pictures.
Sometimes it’s a person- your mom, your grandmother, your best friend or partner or sibling. Maybe it’s a place- a house, or a room, maybe the city or the ocean. Some people have lots of homes. Some have just one.
When I think of home, I think of two. I think of my mom, who works so hard for our little family, and helps me in any way she can, and how she always smells nice and comforting when I hug her. But I also think of my other home. And it hurts, because I miss it too much. My home is a place where my anxiety isn’t as painful as it usually is, where I never feel empty. It’s a place where people are accepted and loved no matter what their gender or sexual orientation is. My home is a place where it takes a team for everyone to get ready for the dances. A place where I can waltz by myself during a slow dance and be applauded for it, or lead a big group in the Macarena to every. single. song. A place where one boy can ask another out and get applause from the entire cafeteria rather than hurtful words and hateful actions directed at him. A place where I can discuss headcanons with big groups of people and fear being made fun of, where friends can make a big cuddly pile of cold teenagers and pillows and blankets and hot chocolate when we all have to run back to our dorms in the rain. A place to make really bad jokes and be stopped by total strangers to be complimented on your lipstick or eyeliner. My home is the place where my roommate tells me she loves me and holds me when I cry. My home is a place where everyone is a family and everyone is safe. Where everyone is loved and cared for.
I want to go home. I want to go back to TiP. Back to the people who have become my second family, and to the three weeks I wish and wait for every single day for the rest of the year. Back to the place where I feel needed and uplifted. I want to go home.
—  Homes, by me, for all of my tip family, written with a lot of tears.
Panic || Bawson

Ginny hadn’t spoken to him in a week.

Thank god they didn’t have a game because their pitcher catcher relationship had gone to shit. The Nike party was proof of that.

He’d broke things off with Amelia, or she broke it off with him whatever, point is it wasn’t a thing anymore and Mike was glad.

But the bed was cold, that was the only downside.

So he was awake, just eating and going through some things for the upcoming week, 5 am was a good time he figured.

He heard a knock and tilted his head. Even Amelia would have called first.

He got up to answer it, looking out the window first.

“What the-” he swung it open. “Baker it’s 5 in the morning what are you-”

He stopped, she was sweating, panting, she looked distressed.

He moved ushering her in, his heart beating quickly. “Can you breathe?” He shut the door with his leg.

She shook her head, and he moved her to the couch. He was going to ask again before a flash caught his eye.


They followed her.

How dare they.

Mike was going to grab his bat and chase them off but the tiny curled into herself figure of Ginny Baker stopped him. Well not actually because she hadn’t moved, but she was more important than any photographer.

Mike snarled softly, going to close the drapes.

Before going to the kitchen for some water finally sitting beside her on the couch.

Was she shaking?



No response. Her head pressed to her knees which were to her chest.

She was wearing workout clothes.

“Ginny, come on just look at me. “

He rubbed her arm softly.

Eventually after what felt like years she looked at him.

“I just wanted-” she spoke through a sob words unclear but Mike caught the word “run. “ at the end.

She’d probably been out running got spooked and ran here.

“It’s ok. You’re ok. “ he wiped a few tears from her cheeks. “Just breathe.”

He brought her closer to him with a tug. For her to rest against his chest, he could feel her relax a bit.

He rubbed her back, with her face pressed against his neck “It’s ok, you’re ok, I’m here-” he stopped before saying “it’s ok” again.

I’m here? Where had that come from?


He was here for her. He’d never leave his rookie but she wasn’t supposed to know that.

“There you go. Just relax, I’ve got you. “

He needed to shut up with his affirmations before he ended saying something like he was in love with her or some shit.

He cursed inwardly that his brain would even take him down that rabbit hole. He wasn’t in love with Ginny Baker. Maybe he liked her but he wasn’t in love with her. No way.

They must’ve fallen asleep, because it was 7 am, when the alarm on his phone went off. He reached over to the side of the couch to turn it off.

Ginny was still asleep. He got up, putting a hand behind her head and slipping an arm under her knees, lifting her bridal style placing her down gently when he reached his bed.

He’d let her sleep for a while longer, he figured.

He went back to the couch to find Amelia’s name lighting up his phone with her 14th message. All of which were ‘I’m freaking out have you seen Ginny?’ related

He went into the bathroom, and turned the shower on before calling Amelia back.

“I can drive her back, no don’t come down here I can handle it. “

He huffed.

“Amelia, I’ve got her ok? She will be in her hotel room soon enough. Just let me take care of her. “

He’d meant to say “it” let me take care of it. But it came out as “her”

He could have sworn Amelia chuckled before she said “ok Mike. “

He hung up and figured he’d shower before making something to eat.

He walked carefully into his room grabbing a shirt from the closet.

He heard her stir, smiling when he heard a sleepy “Lawson?”

He turned, “Hey rookie. “

She spread her hands over the sheets. “Is this your bed?”

He nodded frowning as she did.

“How’d I get in it?”

Mike shrugged “carried you. “

She seemed surprised.

“I do work out rookie I’m perfectly capable. “


He shrugged again pulling off his shirt. “I’m gonna go shower and then I’ll make us something to eat. It’s only 7:30, rest. “

Her eyes trailed the line of dark hair from his navel to the waistband of his pants.

She snapped out of it, with a head shake and nodded “yea I umm, will take a little nap. “

He shrugged headed towards the bathroom.

Ginny texted Amelia and Evelyn before laying back down. The sheets smelled like faint soap and cologne. She didn’t mind that.

The shower ran for about 10 minutes, Ginny waited before going out to the kitchen. He was shirtless, and Ginny couldn’t complain about the view.

“Mike?” Her voice was soft.

He turned with a hum.

“Would you mind if I showered?”

He shook his head, “I laid out something for you to wear if you want to change your clothes.”

She smiled although she was surprised. “Thank you. “

Walking into the bathroom her surprise grew when there was a Padres sweater big enough for Mike, with the number 43 on it. He had her number? She smiled getting into the shower.

Mike finished plating up some bacon as she sat down at the breakfast bar.

She looked at the food, “Looks good,” egg whites, bacon, avocado toast, water and orange juice.

He smiled, making her up a plate.

“You have my number.” She gestured to the oversized sweater on her body.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “And you have mine, at least I don’t have a wall poster like someone else I know. “

“Shut it old man. “

She laughed only to stop, concern on her face.

“What’s on your mind rookie?” He asked.

She shook her head no.

“Bullshit. Tell me. “

“I don’t know why I ran here…Blip’s was closer…”

He looked at her, she had come here on her own.

He swallowed, not knowing what to say.

She sighed, “I’m sorry…the Amelia thing…”

He waved her off. “No I fucked up. I shouldn’t have crossed that line.”

“You can sleep with whoever you-”

“Not that line, “ Although he was thinking about it. “I let it change our dynamic…got in the way of the game. “

“Technically I did….”

He stopped her “Rookie…”

Ginny sighed “Can we just say we’re both sorry and move on? Please?”

He nodded. “Ok fair enough. “

She got up then. Standing next to him. He moved surprised when she wrapped her arms around him. He chuckled hugging her back.

He hoped she couldn’t hear his heart beating as loud as he thought it was. Ginny baker in his sweater, a pair of his boxers and sweatpants. And he had to force himself to let go.

He wanted to hold her,

Protect her.

Defend her

Maybe kiss her a little.

He grunted at the thought and she jumped back slightly.

“Too tight?”

He nodded needing to lie , “I’m old remember?”

She just laughed.

God he loved that laugh.

She moved back, and started to eat.

He just looked at her for a few minutes, before she said “Stop looking at me, and come and eat. “

“Yes dear. “

He stuck his tongue out at her. But she was too busy laughing.

He’d drop her back to the hotel…maybe later.

So I had a bad migraine last night
But prior to that I’d been on tumblr and there’s a lot of stuff going around lately about the Gay Icon Babadook, and one person who I can’t remember said about Him protecting the poster from nightmares or something??? And in my migraine delirium, I was afraid of falling over and passing out in the shower (migraines basically completely impair my ability to function, and yeah) and all I could think over and over was ‘the Babadook will protect me’ because of y'all and ashskkdlgk;; I’m done even my unable-function-properly-ass has been influenced by tumblr culture ahdfkgk

today i figured out that faxing and printing were definitely not the same thing, as i was trying to print off stuff for my poster about what’s-his-face and figured that fax was close enough, so i chose that option.

i had a shower that was so hot it made steam quite literally billow out the bathroom windows. im surprised the neighbours didnt say anything about it.

at school, i had my water bottle full of tea again, and one of my friends told me to drink it slowly this time. naturally, i proceeded to chug the rest of it and felt frickin zazzed afterwards. my only regret was that i didnt have any for period one.

house group was pretty boring, but in period one we had a practice exam for humanities. i did.. okay i think?? eh, whatever. about twenty minutes in, we hear an announcement - except ‘hear’ is definitely an overstatement. all we could make out was the “thank you” at the end. then, ten minutes later, we hear an alarm going off and then stopping very quickly afterwards. this makes my class slightly restless and we argue about whether or not it was a lockdown/fire drill.

my classmate has to leave for a music exam and my teacher jokes about never seeing him again. the same teacher proceeds to look out the window and mutter about how he’d feel a lot safer about letting the student out if there were actually people walking around. at this stage, we’re still not sure what the alarm was.

its forgotten about and my friend and i glue on the remaining pieces of our poster and hand it back to sir. in the last few minutes of class, he stops all of us and presents the posters, from last place to first. my group won, which was fan-freaking-tastic for us. i even offered to defend another group who the class said “cheated”, but them, being the gracious souls they were, decided to accept the disqualification anyways - after receiving the second place prize, but whatever.

period three is a bit more hectic. the previous lunch i had begun the process of 3D printing my piece, and my friends and i stayed back a little after the bell to watch it before finally dragging ourselves off to our dreaded CPE class (this time different classes). my cpe class is doing theory for once, which is odd and makes me have to walk to the other side of the school once i realise, and then the teacher announces that our drafts are due at the end of the lesson. which is surprising, considering last week she told us wednesday. obviously, no one in the class has done it. yay. i do get it printed off next break and hand it to her though, so thats okay for me.

period four is math - ugh. my usual class is back together and let it be known we despise this lesson. i bring in my science book instead of my math accidentally, but then i figure that since the two books are similar, i could use the “oh i brought the wrong book” excuse to explain my incomplete homework, despite me knowing for a fact that my math book is in my bag still. we spend an hour and ten minutes answering this homework. the whole entire lesson. which is why we hate this teacher, who usually blames us for wasting his time.

then i begin to walk home with Mayonnaise, before hearing Mouse behind us. i turn around and see her without her jumper and realise that a) i had put her jumper in my sports bag when she left it behind at lunch and b) that sports bag was currently up in the bag racks outside our math classroom. i tell Mouse this and she agrees to go back and get it with me. we see our favourite teacher from period one and two and makes jokes about how we’re his favourite students. then he says “i don’t know, i saw mekayla talking to the person next to her, look at me, and then both of them laugh. something fishy is going on.” i explain my theory of how he insults his students through his stories (examples: “hey mekayla did you know Mouse called you a bitch?” “Forest One thinks that Forest Two is a douchebag.” “the natives could have said ‘oh we’re glad they killed Excitable Genius, we hated her and thought she was annoying”).

we continue up the many stairs until we see my and another students sports bag. i shoulder both - as i know who the other one belongs to - and i let Mouse convince me to take the long way home by walking her to her house. when we get there, she offers to ask her stepdad to drive me home, to which i reference our earlier conversation about me leaving a friends house before that friends mum could make me food since i felt awkward. however, her stepdad saw me before i could leave and persuaded me to let him drive me home. 

I have to be honest a lot of my life is day dreaming about remodelling my flat to my idea specifications.*

*Among other things bedroom would have french doors out to a small private garden with a plunge pool just long enough to swim in and a giant hammock, a bathroom that is as close to self cleaning as possible with a rain shower and a giant bath tub, a kitchen that is all built ins with double sinks, giant comfy couches and chairs and tbh a four poster bed. 

tagged by @queershakespeare​ thank you robin!!!

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

  1. a folder with documents and my drawings
  2. powder that is too expensive to use
  3. phone charger
  4. a pair of earplugs
  5. a rotten banana

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:

  1. piles of clothes (dirty and clean)
  2. soviet posters
  3. dried roses
  4. paper stickers with notes in greek and german
  5. a toy finnish moose

5 things i’ve always wanted to do in life:

  1. get a good job
  2. move to another country
  3. fix my eyesight
  4. have a corgi
  5. play a guitar

5 things that make me happy:

  1. sleeping
  2. hot shower
  3. cats and corgis
  4. a good book or film
  5. warm spring days

5 things i’m currently into:

  1. harry potter (will i ever get over it?)
  2. doctor who (Bill!!!!)
  3. the raven cycle i guess but im too stressed rn to finish it
  4. the walking dead (the game turned out to be fine what the hell)
  5. soviet films

5 things on my to-do list:

  1. finish writting my coursework
  2. study for finals
  3. find a cheap flat in saint petersburg
  4. coursework??????
  5. coursework!!!!!!

5 things people might not know about me:

  1. I have a tattoo
  2. I’m allergic to cats but I love to pet them anyway
  3. If I talk to a stranger irl or on the internet, I won’t sleep well for a week
  4. I hate the concept of dacha with every fibre of my body
  5. I add garlic to everything I eat

I’m not tagging anyone, but if you’re reading it, do it! 

“I am 16 years old, American, Muslim, Pakistani parents, cover my hair. Sometimes people ask me if I have hair, or if I “shower with that on,” or if my dad can see my hair. Sometimes I am a poster child even if I didn’t sign up for it. Sometimes whenI go to the airport they pat me down, and sometimes it makes me cry. It’s okay though, part of the job description. Muslims are the new gays who are the new blacks who are the new Irish who are the new Italians who are the new women who are the new slaves. 16 year old girls have been brought to tears for generations for hundreds of years by some guy who thinks he’s real tough. They all come out stronger in the end. I want to be stronger too.

And no, I don’t shower with it on. Obvi-duh.

P.S. Stop staring at the girl at the grocery store who covers her hair. Say hi instead. Her life is a series of awkward moments as it is. Awkward moments, and too many clothes.”