i have it on repeat right now

Find your dialogue prompt!

A: The first letter of your first name!

B: Your birthday!


  • A: “Can I help you?”
  • B: “Be gentle.”
  • C: “Help me find my scarf!”
  • D: “What happened to your arm?”
  • E: “What the hell happened here?!”
  • F: “How are you feeling?”
  • G: “Well, this is interesting! Did you know-”
  • H: “I just thought of a world without puppies and got really sad.”
  • I: “I love you.”
  • J: “Please kill me.”
  • K: “Want to know how I got these scars?”
  • L: “On go, we’re going to run, okay?”
  • M: “Help me.”
  • N: “Did you hear that?”
  • O: “Kiss me.”
  • P: “What’s your favorite sin?”
  • Q: “Does God ever say ‘Oh my God’?”
  • R: “We’re stuck in a maze!”
  • S: “So, today I was thinking we should-”
  • T: “Did you just murder someone?!”
  • U: “Code Yellow, I repeat code yellow!”
  • V: “I want to show you something.”
  • W: “Can we cuddle?”
  • X: “Do you want to talk about your childhood?”
  • Y: “Who wants to die today?“
  • Z: "I am the hero this city needs!”

  1. “Oh, I saw a spider”
  2. “You shouldn’t have had that sixth cup of coffee.”
  3. “Speaking of that, I just got laid.”
  4. “That should be illegal.”
  5. “High School Musical.”
  6. “Speaking of gay, I’m gonna go do some gay stuff right now.”
  7. “Unrealistic.”
  8. “I hope you outlast your relatives.”
  9. “Easy, psycho.”
  10. “I won!”
  11. “I’m confused, as usual.”
  12. “I volunteer as tribute.”
  13. “It’s magic!”
  14. “Dang, I was so close…”
  15. “I have a headache.”
  16. “I love being left alone.”
  17. “Can I kiss you?”
  18. Please, tell me more.”
  19. “Stay quiet!”
  20. “Oh maaaaan, sounds amazing, who can resist!”
  21. “That’s so gay.”
  22. “This is all your fault.”
  23. “Are you okay?”
  24. “No.”
  25. “A badly timed joke?”
  26. “I want to leave.”
  27. “5 more minutes.”
  28. “I’m calling the police!”
  29. “Queue the music.”
  30. “Stop following me!”
  31. “We’re all going to die.”

(if you get something confusing, then try to explain it, BAM, you’re writing)

me every 1pm

HHH i’m so sorry if you messaged me and haven’t gotten a reply yet (here && on IG) – i read them all and i think you are all so sweet and kind (thank you so much) and i wanna reply to you all asap but aaah life is so busy right now ;;v;;

i like compiling asks and keeping them categorized so it’s easier for everyone (and for future me when i decide to reread some of them) – but tbh i do the compiling when i have free time at work // that’s why i can’t compile them right now – there’s too much stuff to do in the office and when i get home i work on some art stuff until like 1am-2am and then repeat for the next day ;;v;;

i’ll try to answer a set this week (starting with the more recent ones) – but asdsgfdg please know i’m not ignoring anyone ;;v;; i really do appreciate you all and your support inspires me and keeps me going ;v; Thank you so much! ♥

anonymous asked:

can u do a haikyuu teachers au??

Oikawa Tooru

  • the Spanish teacher
  • talks with a Spanish accent 24/7 even if he’s not actually Spanish
  • flirts with every single male teacher
  • prides himself to be the school fashion icon
  • winks all the time
  • knows all the school gossips
  • “Is he gay or European?“

Iwaizumi Hajime

  • the history teacher
  • thinks he’s friend with all his students
  • gives his lessons while sitting on the desk
  • he takes a student failing his subject as a personal defeat
  • “Those who do not know history’s mistakes are doomed to repeat them”
  • every male student’s icon
  • very emotional

Tsukishima Kei

  • the math teacher
  • “Now remember, if you multiply a number by zero, the result will always be zero which is, unironically, the number of fucks I give about you”
  • never bothered to learn his students’ names
  • gets offended when corrected
  • gives a lot of homework 
  • enjoys giving bad grades
  • “ahahahahah right, as if”

Sugawara Koushi

  • the art teacher
  • looks like an angel
  • is actually the devil personified
  • gives surprise quizzes on last year’s program
  • tired™
  • loves his students very much but he doesn’t show
  • “You don’t have to worry about the test, it’s easy for people who actually studied :)”

Kuroo Tetsurou

  • the science teacher
  • wears the lab coat with rolled up sleeves
  • “No, I’m not teaching you how to make crystal meth. The chemistry course is next year.”
  • gets drunk with his students during school trips
  • gives free condoms
  • everyone thinks he’s the coolest
  • he’s not

Akashi Keiji

  • the English teacher
  • so fluent everyone wonders if he’s a native speaker
  • he purposefully adds fuel to the mystery every day
  • points out during class if a student has a love bite
  • weirdly into Oscar Wilde
  • “It’s fine if you don’t pay attention to me, as long as you don’t disturb the class”
  • “I’m getting my revenge when I’ll grade your test anyway"

Bokuto Koutarou

  • the physical ed teacher
  • calls his students “monkeys”
  • “there’s no such thing as bad weather"
  • his warm up consists of 100 laps around the school building
  • personally challenges every single student in every single sport
  • sulks when someone beats him
  • gives surprisingly deep life lessons

Okay so I’m like driving in the middle of nowhere Connecticut and I was starving so I stop at this
McDonald’s. I order or whatever and then get up to the window. The lady opens the window and repeats my order back to me and and says “that’ll be $11.82.” I said “I have this coupon” and show her my phone (it’s $2 off a purchase $10 or more) she looks at my phone for like 5 seconds, looks up back at me, doesn’t say a word. Shuts the window. Now I assumed she would be typing it into the computer that was right next to the window that I could see. But instead She walks away out of sight and is gone for like 3 minutes. The cars behind me start to beep as if I really wanted to be waiting there. She finally gets back. Opened the window and stares at me. After about 5 seconds I take my phone back out to show her the coupon. Another few seconds of silence pass and she says “$9.80” so I was like ok what happened to the other 2 cents. But whatever…. I give her a $10 bill and the $.80 in coins. She gives me $1.05 back, wrong but whatever. Now I’m waiting like a full 10 minutes for my food. The people behind me are revving their engines and Beeping at me. Like bitch I know. Finally get my food. Go into a parking space
KNOWING my order was gonna be fucked up. But she got everything right and gave me an extra McDouble and an extra 4 piece nugget. I was like ok cool. Then I look to my side and this is what I saw…

Quick and Simple Spells

Maybe we have not the energy or psychic resources to complete something complex. Maybe we cannot wait for the full moon. Maybe we need something in the moment. Simple spells can give us a boost or help us through trying moments.

Ease Anxiety
With a small object in your hand (exempli gratia: a pen, a small stone, a charm, an eraser). Run your thumb lightly over the surface of the object either away from you or in a diurnal (anti-clockwise) motion. Repeat slowly in your mind calma anois síos (now calm down).


Confidence Boost
Using your compact or standing in front of the mirror say the following three times: Tá mé neart (I am strength).


Beauty Charm
Hold a necklace, ring, earrings, or bracelet you can comfortably wear in your left hand and place your right hand over them. Repeat three times: áilleacht agus cairde (beauty and grace). Move through your day with confidence.


Notes
If you have trouble pronouncing the Irish, the English will work just as well.

Dirty Minded Cap*

Pairing Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Prompt: Hi there! I loved resolution! Can I request one where the reader usually wears contacts, but runs out and wears her glasses and Steve realizes he has a thing for the naughty librarian look? Total smut. (requested by @ballerinafairyprincess)
Word Count: 2.1k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving) and unprotected sex. [Sex is safer with a wrapper. Use condoms, folks.]
Author’s Note: I don’t take requests for the moment, but this one has been sent to me after I’ve started posting on this blog, so I thought I could write it and I actually like the prompt. Hope you like it too, though. xx

    You dragged your feet to the kitchen of the Avengers compound, setting a pile of files and books on the counter. Sighing, you reached for the coffee pot and poured yourself a mug. You hummed a long soft moan as you swallowed the hot drink and you leaned against the fridge, looking down and drinking until a certain famous Russian redhead came in.

    “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Natasha smiled and she poured herself a cup of coffee.

    “I woke up late and I didn’t have time to put in contacts.” You whined, clinging to the rest of the steaming hot liquid and you breathed it in.

    “You know what they say about men loving women wearing glasses,” she obviously quipped and you rolled your eyes playfully.

    “Yeah, of course. Everybody likes the nerd, right?” You chuckled and Steve walked in, joining Natasha behind the counter. “Hi, Steve,” you greeted, watching as his body tensed up when he heard your voice.

    “Y/N,” his smile faded away as he noticed the device perching on the top of the bridge of your nose. “Glasses? You told me you hate them.”

    “I do, but I had no choice. Nat will explain… Sorry, guys, I’ve got a lot of work waiting,” you took back your papers, walking past him with a smile. “See you later, Captain.”

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    Sometimes John and Sherlock accidentally talk all night.

    Like maybe the intention to go to sleep at a normal time was there, but then they get distracted.

    11 PM: They finish the movie and it just naturally feels like time for bed. Teeth are cleaned, doors are locked, and they settle in between the sheets, and damn is the bed comfortable compared to the haphazard dog pile of limbs they had gotten into on the sofa.

    “What did you think of the film?”

    “Nice; very enjoyable.”

    “Did I tell you it was my favorite when I was a kid?”

    “No. Really?”

    “Yeah. Would watch it on repeat.”

    “Interesting. But it’s no longer your favorite?”

    “Right. I dunno- I still love it, but not in the same way.”

    “I understand. Your favorite now is that one Bond, um…Die Another Day?”

    “Yeah.” John gives Sherlock a small, soft smile. He looks almost bewitched.

    “What’s that look for?”

    “It’s for you. ”

    “Yes, but why?”

    “Because it’s really nice to have someone remember things like that about me.”

    1 AM: The discussion has shifted to favorites, and why they’re favorites.

    “So you would rather listen to that same Rolling Stones album again and again for eternity than ever even trying something like Debussey?”

    “Correct.”

    “Alright, well, now I know.”

    “You know what?”

    “That we’re breaking up.”

    They laugh.

    2 AM: …and now they’re just naming things they like.

    John: “Long car journeys”

    Sherlock: “The smell of coffee.”

    “You hate coffee.”

    “I hate the taste of coffee.”

    “You are a complex being.”

    “Thank you.”

    They laugh some more.

    John: “Rainy mornings that last all day.”

    “Me too.”

    “I didn’t know that.”

    “They’re lovely.”

    “Why’s that?”

    Sherlock fidgets with his lips, trying to figure out how to phrase his answer.

    “Because you always wake me very…pleasantly… and often you continue waking me pleasantly for most of the morning…afternoon…even into the evening sometimes.”

    “Do I? When it’s raining?”

    “Yes. Not every time, but under a certain set of conditions I can, for the most part, look at the forecast for the morning the night before and know in advance whether or not I’ll be getting anything done the next day.”

    John looks back at him, a concoction of surprise, then near embarrassment, then a sly smile.

    “Interesting, see, I find that I get one thing in particular done consistently on those days.”

    Sherlock snorts.

    4 AM: The topic has shifted between worst hangover stories and crazy uni memories to some more difficult things, like John’s time in the service, and Sherlock’s addiction.

    “We’ve sort of been dealt a few tough hands eh?”

    “Truly.”

    “Makes me want to take you away somewhere and just be relaxed for a bit.”

    “I would agree to that in an instant.”

    “Yeah? Let’s do that, then.”

    “Fantastic idea!”

    “I do get them on occasion.”

    More laughter.

    5 AM:

    John is trying to work in to the concersation something he’s been wanting Sherlock to know for a long time. It’s difficult, though- he’s never really said anything like this- anything so personal.

    “It says a lot about you, I think, that I can do things like this- stay awake all night, not having to be overwhelmed or rampant. You balance me, John.”

    “Yeah..yeah I- I know what you mean. You also- I mean, you sort of…I don’t dread…my life to come…anymore. I used to think of all the days and years I had left to endure, wonder how I would fill them, hoping I could find something that wouldn’t feel so miserable, something to settle for, but you- fuck, Sherlock, I think back to that now and it feels like a horrible nightmare. I’m…more than just glad, to have found you. You- damn, this is hard, I-”

    Sherlock ties his fingers with John’s and moves even closer.

    "Take your time. No rush. No pressure. Anything you want to tell me, you can. You’re safe here.”

    "I suppose…You umm…you made me rethink- my plans, for me, yes. But not only that, you also showed me a way of living so different from what I had known, so much better and full of richness, I look back at those days where I no longer wanted to be alive and think -it’s probably because I wasn’t alive. I had every responsibility and felt every drawback of life but was denied any of the good stuff. You showed me so much more than I ever knew was out there- you sort of saved my life by…showing me how to live it? That’s so cheesy, I-”

    And now Sherlock is crying. So John starts crying.

    6 AM: they’ve got themselves together by now and moved on to something a little lighter.

    "Right…so, you mean to tell me that James Moriarty, criminal mastermind, scary man with an affinity for the latest in explosive fashion, still sleeps with a teddy bear?”

    "Precisely.”

    "How did you figure that one out?”

    "It took a few-visits- to piece it together, mostly because I was in disbelief myself, but he shows signs of a stiff neck as if he sleeps in an extremely bent position with one arm hooked partially under himself, likely around a small item. Persistence of this soreness shows that he didn’t just sleep wrong once, he makes a habit of this position. But what really sealed the realization was the right thumbnail. Much shorter than all the others, wrinkled texture, dry skin around the edges where the rest of his finers are immaculately manicured. Exposed to moisture for long periods of time.”

    "No fuckin way!”

    "Oh yes. He sucks his thumb. What a terrifying creature.”

    Hysterical laughter.

    "I’m always curious what you could tell about me right away and what took you a bit longer.”

    That’s a dangerous path John- not everyone wants to know what others can tell about them.”

    "Yeah but I’m just tired enough to ask anyway.”

    "Well, all the things I pointed out at Bart’s…then more and more about your childhood based on your dating habits…around a month after we moved in I had narrowed down the approximate size of your…tyre lever…”

    "Really?”

    "Well…I had underestimated, to be honest. Your stature is misleading, as I’m sure you know.”-

    "So, that is to say, you were-”

    "Incredibly anxious and then surprised in the best possible way.”

    "I was going for ‘not disappointed’, but alright.”

    "Not in the slightest. My God, not even a little. In fact, what’s the opposite of disappointed?”

    "Satisfied?”

    "More than.”

    "Sated?”

    "Never.”

    7 AM: Talking has ceased. The sun seeps in at the sides of the drapes, pale and gray. It’s a bit chilly, but neither know- it’s aafe and warm in the bubble of their room.

    Neither sleep until around noon, after tea and toast in bed- the rain hits the roof in steady droves, tapping occasionally at the window if the wind blows a certain way.

    Sherlock gets absolutely no work done.
    Do you Suffer from Imposter Syndrome?

    Impostor syndrome is a psychological condition where people are unable to believe in their successes. Thus, despite the evidence that points to the fact that they are skilled, capable and competent they write this off as temporary – or timing and good luck. Thus, they constantly struggle with feeling like a fraud.

    So what are some ways that you can counteract this syndrome?

    1. Admit this is something that you suffer from. When we know we’re not alone, and our symptoms have a name (because they are part of an identified disorder) it can help disperse the feelings of anxiety and shame.

    2. Distinguish between facts and feelings. Everyone feels stupid and inept at times. That doesn’t mean we’re stupid. Our feelings aren’t facts. So try to be objective - and seek out the real truth.

    3. Don’t demand perfection. It is good to set goals and have high standards for yourself. However, it’s unhealthy to obsess over every little thing. You’ll simply waste a lot of time and never feel quite satisfied. And all of us are human and make lots of mistakes.

    4. Take a look at the rules you have imposed upon yourself. Are you saying to yourself: “I have to always get it right”;”I should never ask for help”; or “It is bad to make mistakes”? These are misguided rules that undermine your self-esteem. They set you up for failure as they close the door to help.

    5. Change the tapes in your head. Instead of constantly repeating faulty self-destructive thoughts (such as “Wait till they discover just how useless I am”) replace it with a thought that builds esteem and confidence. (Such as, “I’m better at this now as I know what I am doing … It’s so much easier when you’ve been here for a while.”)

    6. Don’t look to others to affirm your success. Don’t look to other people to rate and judge your work. Set your own personal goals, and mark your progress and success.

    7. Fake it till you make it. Almost every individual who succeed in life has a period when they’re acting, as they don’t feel confident. It doesn’t mean that they’re a failure, a fake or a fraud. It means that they’re still learning, and are not afraid to try.

    ed sheeran’s divide | sentence meme.

    eraser.

    • ❛ i was born into a small town. i lost that state of mind. ❜
    • ❛ so blame it on the pain that blessed me with the life. ❜
    • ❛ friends and family filled with envy when they should be filled with pride. ❜
    • ❛ when the world’s against me is when i really come alive. ❜
    • ❛ you know that i’ve got whisky with white lies and smoke in my lungs. ❜
    • ❛ i need to get in the right mind and clear myself up. ❜
    • ❛ i look in the mirror, questioning what i’ve become. ❜
    • ❛ i’m well aware of certain things that can destroy a person like me. ❜
    • ❛ i am happy on my own so here i’ll stay. ❜
    • ❛ save your loving arms for a rainy day. ❜
    • ❛ i’ll find comfort in my pain eraser. ❜
    • ❛ i chased the picture perfect life. i think they painted it wrong. ❜
    • ❛ i beg you, don’t be disappointed with the person i’ve become. ❜
    • ❛ the world may be filled with hate, but keep erasing it now, somehow. ❜

    castle on the hill.

    • ❛ i was younger then. ❜
    • ❛ i found my heart and broke it here. ❜
    • ❛ i know i’ve grown. i can’t wait to go home. ❜
    • ❛ i miss the way you make me feel. ❜
    • ❛ we watched the sun set over the castle on the hill. ❜
    • ❛ had my first kiss on a friday day. i don’t reckon i did it right. ❜

    dive.

    • ❛ maybe i came on too strong. maybe i waited too long. ❜
    • ❛ maybe i played my cards wrong. oh, just a little bit wrong. ❜
    • ❛ i could live, i could die, hanging on the words you say. ❜
    • ❛ i’ve been known to give my all. ❜
    • ❛ so don’t call me, baby, unless you mean it. ❜
    • ❛ don’t tell me you need me if you don’t believe it. ❜
    • ❛ so let me know the truth before i dive right into you. ❜
    • ❛ do you have a tendency to lead some people on? ‘cuz i heard you do. ❜

    shape of you. 

    • ❛ the club isn’t the best place to find a lover, so the bar is where i go. ❜
    • ❛ your love was handmade for somebody like me. ❜
    • ❛ i’m in love with the shape of you. we push and pull like a magnet do. ❜
    • ❛ although my heart is falling too, i’m in love with your body. ❜
    • ❛ last night you were in my room, and now my bed sheets smell like you. ❜
    • ❛ we talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour. ❜

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    Originally posted by adoring-fictional-characters

    Stiles laid back against the sheets, staring up at the uneven surface of the ceiling. The words fell from his lips before he could stop them, “Hey, Derek, have you ever kissed a guy?”

    Stiles’ heart lurched as he realised what he had said.

    Derek thought about it for a moment, lying still next to Stiles. He replied, “No, I haven’t. I have done some things - dancing at clubs, drinking with guys and some… intimacies - but no, I haven’t ever kissed a guy.”

    “Have you ever wanted to?” Stiles asked. “Like, to see how it felt? To know whether you get that flutter in your stomach or that warmth?”

    “I don’t know,” Derek admitted. “I guess it depends.”

    Stiles rolled onto his side, his whiskey-coloured eyes meeting Derek’s gaze, his rosy pink lips growing closer as he said, “If I, a guy, were to kiss you right now, would you want me to?”

    Derek wanted as Stiles’ lips quivered with his warm breath. He swallowed hard, losing himself in the golden depths of Stiles’ eyes.

    “I guess it depends,” Derek repeated.

    “On what?”

    “On whether it means something,” Derek whispered. “On whether you like me or I like you. If not, then it’s just a kiss; it means nothing.”

    “And if it means something?”

    Derek’s heart beat against his chest, his ribs aching as his mind screamed at him to end the torment, lean forward and seize Stiles before he lost his opportunity.

    “Does it mean something?” Stiles asked before Derek could. “If I were to say I liked you, would you-?”

    Stiles’ question fell short as Derek cupped the back of his head and pulling him closer. He brought their lips together, shattering the tension as Stiles relaxed into the kiss.

    It was a blistering warmth and a flutter in his stomach, but at the same time it felt so right; it felt normal, like this is how it should be.

    After a moment, Derek broke away from the kiss.

    Stiles rested his forehead against Derek’s their shaky breaths mingling and playing across their lips.

    “I’d say it back,” Derek confessed.

    A sweet smile lifted the corners of Stiles’ lips as he craned his neck and brought their lips together again in a tender, slow kiss.

    “I want to talk to you about something,” Even says and Isak’s stomach literally falls out of his ass. Thing is, there’s a reason for this. Because the last time Even had used that specific phrase, he had just been accepted into a film school. In London. And Isak had just been accepted into a biomedical research position in Oslo. Of course, it all worked out in the end because they are Isak and Even and they’re like, fated, or some shit that Even always says in the nighttime hours, but damn was that a rough couple of months.

    So like, the phrase causes a brief flash of panic.

    Isak glances at the table– which probably should have been his first clue that something was up. Even had made all of his favorite foods for dinner. And he knew he spotted strawberry shortcake in the kitchen, so Even had gone for the big guns in buttering Isak up.

    He swallows the bite of chicken and takes a swig of red wine (because he is now one classy motherfucker.) “Okay?”

    Even taps his fingers on the table and then reaches up to take his own sip of wine, but puts it back down just as quickly. “Okay. Okay here we go.”

    But Even says nothing right after that, so Isak has all the time in the world to fucking lose his mind.

    “Even,” Isak hedges, “Baby. You’re freaking me out. Like a lot.”

    “I know.” Even shakes himself, “I’m sorry. I don’t know how you’re going to take it and this is like- a life changing conversation so I’m trying to be articulate and get it right on the first try.”

    Isak runs a hand through his hair, “Well, are you divorcing me?” 

    Even shoots him the most deadpan look in the world, so Isak lets a little smile tug on the corner of his lips, “Okay good. You’re not pregnant, are you?”

    Even freezes and opens his mouth and Isak raises his eyebrows, “That was a joke. Even, if you’re pregnant I need to have a serious discussion with someone about the laws of biology.”

    Even throws a wadded up napkin, “I’m not fucking pregnant, you shit.” He plays with the collar of his white cuffed shit (Another! fucking! red! flag! because when the hell have they ever dressed up for each other?), “But like- it has to do with that.”

    “Just come out and say it,” Please god, say it before Isak has an aneurysm, “Whatever it is, do it.”

    So he does.

    Even takes a deep breath and says, “I want to talk about adopting a kid.”

    Isak blinks.

    There is a bit of ringing in his ears, so he doesn’t quite hear the way Even scoots his chair back and slides to his knees right in front of Isak’s chair, “Baby?”

    Me baby?” Isak says dumbly, “You want a baby. Like a real baby.”

    “Yeah,” Even’s voice is level, controlled. “Yeah, I really do, Isak. And it doesn’t have to be now. But I want to talk about it with you.”

    “With me,” he repeats dumbly, “You want a kid with me? Why? Oh my god, Even, I’m a mess. I’ve been going commando for the past week because I ran out of boxers and I’m too lazy to do laundry!”

    That damn grin at the corner of Even’s mouth nearly does him in. The quick kiss Even presses to his lips does, “You are the only person I would ever want a kid with.”

    Isak grabs his wine glass and chugs it, “A kid. Like you and me adopting a kid and taking care of it and raising it until it’s 18. Changing diapers and… going to school performances and… rocking it when it gets sick.”

    Even nods softly, “And taking family vacations to the beach…. teaching him or her all about movies… and you can teach them about parallel universes and other science stuff.”

    “Holy shit, Even…. you want a kid. With me.”

    “I do.”

    Isak thinks about it, like a home movie where the actors haven’t quite all been chosen. He sees himself and Even, and a little human with flashes of blonde hair and hears baby giggles and-

    He sees Even folded into a tiny little bed with a children’s book on his lap and a nameless, faceless, child (their child) in his lap. And Even is grinning and reading to them in funny voices. Then he sees himself behind a kid, directing them on how to look in a telescope.

    He sees so much.

    “This is a big thing,” Isak says, “A really, really big thing. Are you sure you want to?”

    “The only thing I have ever been sure of in my life is you, Isak. I want to do this with you.”

    “Okay,” Isak breathes, “Fuck. Let’s adopt a kid.”

    Do you Suffer from Imposter Syndrome?

    Impostor syndrome is a psychological condition where people are unable to believe in their successes. Thus, despite the evidence that points to the fact that they are skilled, capable and competent they write this off as temporary – or timing and good luck. Thus, they constantly struggle with feeling like a fraud.

    So what are some ways that you can counteract this syndrome?

    1. Admit this is something that you suffer from. When we know we’re not alone, and our symptoms have a name (because they are part of an identified disorder) it can help disperse the feelings of anxiety and shame.

    2. Distinguish between facts and feelings. Everyone feels stupid and inept at times. That doesn’t mean we’re stupid. Our feelings aren’t facts. So try to be objective - and seek out the real truth.

    3. Don’t demand perfection. It is good to set goals and have high standards for yourself. However, it’s unhealthy to obsess over every little thing. You’ll simply waste a lot of time and never feel quite satisfied. And all of us are human and make lots of mistakes.

    4. Take a look at the rules you have imposed upon yourself. Are you saying to yourself: “I have to always get it right”;”I should never ask for help”; or “It is bad to make mistakes”? These are misguided rules that undermine your self-esteem. They set you up for failure as they close the door to help.

    5. Change the tapes in your head. Instead of constantly repeating faulty self-destructive thoughts (such as “Wait till they discover just how useless I am”) replace it with a thought that builds esteem and confidence. (Such as, “I’m better at this now as I know what I am doing … It’s so much easier when you’ve been here for a while.”)

    6. Don’t look to others to affirm your success. Don’t look to other people to rate and judge your work. Set your own personal goals, and mark your progress and success.

    7. Fake it till you make it. Almost every individual who succeed in life has a period when they’re acting, as they don’t feel confident. It doesn’t mean that they’re a failure, a fake or a fraud. It means that they’re still learning, and are not afraid to try.

    this is the fic I promised @requiemofkings to go along with their beautiful art


    Andrew might be the only person in the room not uncomfortable in the sudden silence. Neil is on his feet, eyes too wild, too tipped towards turning into Nathaniel. He is a study in battle, poised to run but ready to stand and fight with everything he has. The disjointed team that has become Neil’s family stares back at him, everyone facing down the front of his fury, with Andrew at his back for support. If he needs it. This isn’t an argument Andrew wants to be part of if he can avoid it. He gave up fighting for himself years ago.

    Matt is the first one to try for words. “Neil, we didn’t –”

    “You did,” Neil bites, and he doesn’t stop when he makes his best friend flinch. “You meant it. He’s not a fucking monster.”

    It looks like Matt wants to get to his feet but is thinking better of it. It’s rare that Neil goes off like this, at his family least of all, but it’s human instinct to not look threatening when a wild dog’s hackles are raised.

    The others let Matt carry the conversation. Smart, but it’s not going to do them any good. “Okay, Neil, we’ll stop calling him that.”

    The harsh laugh that froths at Neil’s mouth fights to realign his rapid breathing. “Will you, though? It’s been years, and no matter how much he does to prove you wrong, you still can’t see past your hazy impressions of him.”

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    Dirty Dancing

    Author: kpopfanfictrash

    Pairing: You / Hoseok (J-Hope)

    Rating: 18+ (smut)

    Word Count: 5,242

    Summary:  It’s the summer and all you want to be doing is hanging out with your friends. Your parents have other ideas and when you end up at a resort in the middle of the mountains, the only bright thing in sight is the dance instructor, Hoseok. If only said dance instructor didn’t seem to completely hate you.

    Originally posted by jimins-bunss

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    His || Jungkook || 0.19

    Member: Jungkook x Reader

    Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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    When feeling overwhelmed by a faraway goal, repeat the following: I have it within me right now to get me to where I want to be later.
    —  Karen Salmansohn
    Expedition to Sol2487-3 Pt.3

    Still shocked from the total annihilation of our ship and half of our crew, whereas another one was grievously wounded and at death’s door, we retreatet into the field again.
    That pitchblack winged avatar of doom wasn’t alone anymore. Hordes of them circled in the sky and stalked through the shredded pieces of our ship, scavenging the mortal remains of our crew, of our comrades, of our friends.
    And there was nothing we could do about it. Even with full force, our weapons would barely harm even one of those sick bastards, let alone drive the whole flock away. So all we could do was accept, retreat and reconsider our situation - or going nuts, like Üprrkl, a Pjörecian scientist under command of Dr. Proaxl.
    “We’re done for! We all gonna die! Abandon all hope, for there is no chance we’re gonna make it! Our ship - gone! Our supplies - gone! Our respiratory systems - at 35%! Our…”
    It was my first mate Xato Nexgrra, who attended to him. Calmly he put his weapon away, crawled over to the shivering, babbling formerly rational man. He sat down before him, showed an understanding glimpse. And hit him full throttle with all fifteen of his whip like limbs right in his face.
    “SHUT! THE HELL! UP!”
    The scientist, completly taken by surprise, obeyed speechless while rubbing his left face knob.

    Dr. Proaxl made a harrumphing noise - how exactly, without a throat, has kept me riddling ever since. I apologised to her.
    “I’m afraid one of the ship operating squad under my command laid a hand - or fifteen - on one of your squad members. It shall not repeat.”
    “Oh, you shouldn’t apologise. I wanted to thank you, Xato Nexgrra, for I would have slapped him myself if I had arms. It’s no help giving in to despair. We have to focus on surviving, and first in securing treatment for Loxxar Kraes. We were able to stop the bleeding for now, but he indeed won’t make it if we can’t prevent an inflammation of the wound and stop his pain. It’s at dangerous levels right now.”
    “J-just leave me behind” coughed the wounded soldier, and it seemed to drain all virtue out of him.
    “NO WAY!!!” I had to hold back an emotional shivering, for it was not my words alone, but nine out of ten of us said it in chorus, even the lower ranks went all out and ignored military discipline to decline his demand. Alone Üprrkl didn’t say anything and I didn’t care whether it wasn’t his opinion or he just had accepted to shut the hell up.
    Loxxar Kraes barked stertorously and closed his eyes, but his mime told me he felt proud and gratefull of his men and the rest of us.

    “Allright, we can’t stay here, we have to move to find shelter, maybe supplies or even medicine. The road is out of the question, those flying spawns of hell would tear us apart. That round fluffy thing from before was at least peaceful when we didn’t try to touch it’s food. So through the woods, it is. Praxx, Rae’krotar, you both carry Loxxar Kraes. Dr. Proaxl and her squad around you, and Xato Nexgrra at the back, Lsrl Krck and Koarl cover the sides, I’ll take the lead. I’d say we follow the course of the road, maybe we find the sentinent life form and can request their help. Weapons alltime at the ready! Let’s go!”

    Our formation ranged carefully through the terrain. After some distance, Dr Proaxl closed op to me.
    “Loxxar Kraes is a fine soldier. Not many could endure this level of pain that long. But we have to hurry.”
    I didn’t answer, just grumbled for myself.
    The doc’s nebulous body touched my arm and immediately her voice rang inside of my mind: “Do you believe it would be wise to force contact to this world’s inhabitants?”
    Under normal circumstances, this violation of my personal space would be considered grievely rude both in military and social ways, and if this would be any other day, Dr. Proaxl would be the last person in the whole universe who would nonchalantly cross that line. But this was not normal, this was not every other day, and we were not a IFPS ship’s crew anymore, we were cast aways, brothers and sisters who shared a gruesome fate.
    And I realised immediatly, she only asked me in mind so the others couldn’t hear it and fuel up their doubts and latent despair.
    “Have we any other choice?” I thought.
    I didn’t get an answer.

    Time was against us, in more than one way. We all knew that Üprrkl had hit the nail on the head. And any stand - the IFPS’ standardized unit of time - brought us nearer to the end - of whatever it might be. We swapped our positions, so everyone had once to carry our wounded companion, but it did’t help the fact all of us grew hungry and tired and slowed down.

    “Let’s rest. It’s no use if anyone of us broke down. 20 stands to regain some stamina.”
    “Wouldn’t it be nice to have something to eat?” asked Koarl.
    “I ain’t gonna touch those grains!” yelled Rae’krotar.
    We had seen some shadows of what might be those fluffy round beasts or any other lifeform of this planet. But since those shadows didn’t bother to come closer to us, we had no mentionable encounter since the disaster with our ship. And we intended to keep it that way, so we took some detours to avoid getting too near to any scattered grains crossing our path.
    “Guys…”
    It was Üprrkl. Xato Nexgrra’s slapping had shut him up for quite the time, but eventually he started to murmur his “we gonna die, we gonna starve, we gona suffocate” again and no one had the virtue to slap him again - at least hard enough so it would have any effect. So we decided to ignore him.
    “Guys!!!….”
    “Just what the heck is your probl… oh.”
    “Seems like we gonna be the food.”
    Behind our backs, two glowing yellow eyes glanced through the long shadows of the streaks. As I could recall, they were even bigger than that winged black bastard’s ones, and both of them starred at us simultaniously, frontal. The black pupils were narrow slits, and in the cornea we could see our own reflections.
    “Those eyes are aligned to create two overlapping fields of view, capable of exact depth perception. It’s a predator!” proclaimed Üprrkl. What an unnecessary piece of information. As if those fangs and claws wouldn’t be self-explanatory. The body of the creature, probaply even bigger than the black flying monsters, huddled up, not in a defending way, but to prepare for a jumping attack. Even if you could only assume the whole size - most of it was covered by the shadows - one could tell the attack was imminent.

    Suddenly, the earth shattered.
    “KI…KI…KI..HE…KI…KI…KI…” It was a deafening noise, followed by an earthquake. And another one. And another.
    “Those are steps!” screamed Üprrkl. Oh I began to hate his constantly uttering of the obvious.
    The monster ceased preparing his attack and looked up to the sky. Up to it’s full size and coming one step into the light, it was so frickin’ huge it could have swallod one of us at whole. But there was something even more frickin’ Xaleates damn huge bursting through the tops of the cultivated grass: A giant! A frickin’ gigantic giant! With a head taller than a mountain and limbs longer than our former ship’s supply tunnels, with five appendices at their ends, forming grotesk claws like parts of construction site vehicles.
    “AH…THE…U…R…IT… TI… TO… GO… HO…”
    The gigantic limb reached for the “smaller” monster’s neck and pulled it upwards. The “little” monsters hung like a sack, obviously devote to its unavoidable fate.
    The giant lifted the monster to its breast and hold it firm, then it threw its glance onto us. Parallel eyes! A predator like nothing comparable in the universe!
    “OH… IT… U…! I… SA… UR… SHI… CRA… AN… TRY… TO… HE… U… BUT… U… WE… GO…” growled the giant. We were to frightened to move just a single limb, let allone run away. Only Dr. Proaxl - who hadn’t limbs - could move. And she went straight up to the giant, levitating right to his head.
    “No! Doctor!” I screamed, but she ignored me.
    The giant stared at her with wide opened eyes, studiing its prey to the fullest.
    Dr. Proaxl had now reached its head, passed the enormous jaw with teeth big like daggers, meant to crush anything between it. Then she went straight for a single prominent knob in the middle of the giant’s face - and touched it.
    The pupils of the giant widened vastly as Dr. Proaxl entered its mind.
    “Oh, what pleasant surprise!” her voice chimed down to us. “It’s this world’s  sentinent inhabitant. It’s willing to help us. And it’s a pup.”