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  1. “You’re really soft.”
  2. "You smell nice.”
  3. “You’re cute when you’re worried”
  4. “I think i’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.”
  5. “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
  6. "I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”
  7. "Is it possible to love too much?”
  8. “You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”
  9. "I don’t wanna get up– you’re comfy.”
  10. “I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do.”
  11. "I will always be there protect you.”
  12. "I’m cold. Come closer.”
  13. “You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
  14. "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  15. "I’ve never seen such gorgeous eyes before.”
  16. "I can’t stop thinking about you.”
  17. “You’re really hot, shame about the personality”
  18. "All I want is you.”
  19. “This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
  20. “You came to my room at 4am, to cuddle?”
  21. "I could never leave you, I love you too much!”
  22. "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face.”
  23. "I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.”
  24. “You look really cute in that sweater.”
  25. "You look incredible in that.”
  26. “Is that my shirt?”
  27. “You’re so clingy, i love it.”
  28. “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
  29. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”
  30. "He/She’s quite stunning, isn’t he/she?”
  31. “Are you sugar personified or something?”
  32. “I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”
  33. "Sometimes I just can’t control myself when around you.”
  34. "Do you believe in love at first sight?”
  35. "I think I’m in love.”
  36. "I’d like it if you stayed.”
  37. “You made these cupcakes for me?”
  38. “Have you lost your mind?”
  39. “You’re so fucking adorable.”
  40. “You’re my best friend’s sister, we can’t do this..”
  41. "People are jerks, but not you.”
  42. “All these new feelings are scaring me.”
  43. "I’ll share the blankets with you.”
  44. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”
  45. "I have never felt this way about anyone.”
  46. “How do you always manage to look so captivating?”
  47. "I want this to never end…”
  48. “I’m a big girl, i can handle it myself.”
  49. “I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”
  50. “Can I kiss you?”
  51. “Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?”
  52. “So, are you guys dating or?”
  53. “There’s no way in hell i could fall in love with someone like you”
  54. "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.”
  55. “Could you hold my hand?”
  56. “Have you seen my jacket?”
  57. “Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death.”
  58. “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”
  59. “You can put your cold feet on me.”
  60. “You make me so happy.”
  61. “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
  62. “Your stray red item turned my whites pink.”
  63. “A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you.”
  64. “Did they hurt you?”
  65. “You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?
  66. “Your lips are really warm.”
  67. “I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on.”
  68. “That pet name was so gushy, but it was also so cute.”
  69. “I really love holding you, darling.”
  70. “You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar.”
  71. “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”
  72. “You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.”
  73. “We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches.”
  75. “I want you to fight for me!”
  76. “Please don’t go.”
  77. “You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”
  78. “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
  79. “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

I decided to make a prompt list cause I’ve always been anxious about getting a prompt I don’t know what to do with so I chose to grab them from other lists that I was comfortable with (originals: x  x  x )

~ Clara


request// “could you maybe write some smut about tyler? something with him and the reader having sexual tension and both being shy about it for a while until one day tyler just snaps and has passionate, slightly rough sex with her, including dirty talk”

(a/n) AH IM IN LOVE W TYLER AND JOSH ATM SO IM SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS. imma put this in school because why the hell not you know what im sayin? & sorry about it taking so long to get to the frustration, i didnt know where to start. & sorry if it wasnt as much as usual. its exam week so ive been studying and also, sorry about switching POVs so much. i just wanted to show the sexual frustration of both of them.

I saw him almost every day on my way to fourth hour for the first semester. Even in the most crammed hallways we never seem to fail to find each other. I always blush and tuck my head down. His smile always sent weird shivers down my spine.

I take a deep breathe as I enter my new piano class; it’s fairly big with a grand piano in the front of the class; the floors were carpet instead of tile. Immediately, my eyes set upon the mysterious boy from the halls. I freeze in my tracks as his face lifts up from his lap to make eye contact with me. We both kind of half-smile and quickly turn our heads away. I take the seat two down from the boy. I notice he’s wearing a plain black shirt and black gym shorts. He leans against his elbow, slightly flexing his biceps.

His head tilts my direction and notices me staring. Embarrassed, I whip my head to face my desk. I bite down on my tongue. Who is he?



Who is she? Her Y/HC hair falling perfectly to frame her face. Her full hips sway ever so slightly, driving me crazy. The way she smiles at me in the hall then trying to hide her cheeks to keep me from seeing her blush. I’m always late to my fourth hour just so I could see her. She was stunning.

I see a figure out of the corner of my eye. It’s her. We both seem to freeze in time for the quickest second. She’s wearing baggy joggers and a band tee. She smirks at me and I try to mimic but fail completely, then turning my head back to my thumbs. I follow her out of the corner of my eye, heart racing as she picks the seat two down from me. My thumb starts twitching like usual. I can feel her eyes peering at me so I shift my head to meet her eyes. She whips her head back to her desk but I keep staring, scanning of what I can see of her face.

“Welcome class. My name is …” I tune the teacher out and peer one last time over to her. Not paying attention to roll call, I zone back in just enough to answer to my own name.



The class finally ends with the chime of the bell. I hear the teacher yell about getting a permission slip. I swiftly walk out of the room before anything more awkward could happen and I try my best to swerve through the maze of people to get to my calculus class on time.



I slug into the classroom, make eye contact with Mystery Boy and the proceed to my desk. Slumping into my seat I let my head fall into my arms.

I got absolutely no sleep last night. I looked and felt like shit. Mystery Boy is probably appalled by me at the moment but I didn’t care. My eyes start to feel heavy as I slip into a dream.


“Ms. Y/N, so nice of you to join us.” A bellowing voice pulls me from my deep thoughts.

I lift my head to see a tall figure hovering above me. My head lifts from my arms as my eyes try to adjust to the bright lights. I can feel thousands of beady eyes on me. I look around to see everyone staring at me, but it’s not until I see Mystery Boy that my cheeks start to flush.

“I think you’ll have enough time to sleep during detention since you’re too tired to pay attention in class.” The teacher said walking back to his desk.

Crap. This can’t happen. I try to hide my face the best I could behind my hair but I can still feel the judgmental eyes.

Suddenly, I hear a shifting somewhere to the left. I turn my head to see Mystery Boy standing next to his desk. Before I could register what’s going on, Mystery Boy crumbles a piece of paper and chucks it across the room at the teacher. A very confused class looks back at him.

“And what was the point of that, Tyler?” The teacher bellows; his face turning bright red.

Tyler shrugged, his hand twitching slightly.

“I will expect you to join Ms. Y/N in detention tonight then.” The teacher hisses. “Now, is there anyone else that would like to stand up and rebel?”

Everyone’s expression is glued on the teacher but mine is set on Mystery Boy. Did he do that just to because of me? What was the point of that?


The end of the day creeps up faster than I thought. The final bell rings and the class flushes out of the classroom, scattering to get to their busses. Dreading having to fight against the wave of students, my legs carry me towards the music room. When I finally escape the stampede, I pause to catch my breath.

“Oh, Ms. Y/N. So nice of you to join us.” The teacher smiles sarcastically. I beam a smile trying my best to look sincere but soon falls flat.

My head turns to see Mystery Boy already here. Tyler. That’s his name.

I smile as I take my seat, thinking of how cute the name was.

“I don’t know if either of you has been in here before but there are no phones or any electronics of any kind. I don’t care what you do as long as it’s not on your phones.” The teacher says.

I pull out my calculus binder and start to work on my homework. Out of the corner of my eye I see Tyler writing on a blank piece of paper. I couldn’t make out the words but the format resembled poetry.

After a while, another teacher walks into the classroom and mumbles something to our teacher. He nods to the woman and turns to us. “I have to step out for a few minutes. Don’t do anything stupid.” He casually exits the classroom and the class is filled with silence once more – only breaking at the sound of the ticking clock.

Tyler’s hand starts to lightly tap the corner of his desk. I close my eyes and imagine them running up my body. Stop. I don’t even know him. The thought shakes out of my mind and I pull myself back to my homework.

Tyler starts mumbling words under his breath. It was the first time I heard anything come out of his mouth.

My mind trails off to picture his low voice growling commands into my ear. I bite down on my lip as my stomach begins to turn. Ugh. Why am I doing this? I haven’t even had sex yet. But I couldn’t help it. I longed for the feeling of his chest pressed against mine. Was it because I found him so mysterious? Would that feeling go away if we get to know each other?

I try to shake these thoughts and focus on my homework.



Deep within thought, I start mumbling song lyrics I had just written down. Trying to see how the sounded out loud but low enough to hopefully not disturb Y/N.

My head tilts slightly toward her to get a better look. Her eyes gaze at the floor in front of her. Suddenly, her teeth clasp down on her bottom lip. I can only imagine her soft lips pressed against mine. I want to feel her body, every curve and edge.

A bulge starts to grow in my crotch. I start to panic, searching for a book nearby to hide it. I quickly stand up to grab a thick textbook off the shelf and hurry back to my desk. Once seated, I carefully cover my lap with the book, trying not to call attention to myself; not once looking over at Y/N. I felt too it would make thing even more awkward.



As I finish my homework I notice that Tyler has gotten up and gone to the bookshelf. My eyes follow him as he grabs a textbook and quickly makes his way back to his seat, hanging his head low. As he slips into his chair, he slides the textbook between the desk and his lap. Confused I look up at his face. Tyler stares straight in front of him with a panicked expression. I suddenly realize that he had an erection. I blush and turn my face back to my desktop, smiling to myself.

God, I wanted to help with it; just get down on my knees and make him happy.

The teacher comes back in, pulling me from my thoughts and disrupting the vibe.

“The room seems intact. That’s good. Tyler, why is a textbook in your lap?”

Tyler’s face burns red. “Uhh,” he stutters. “I was just reading.”

The teacher shakes his head and returns to his desk.



I nervously creep into the music room. Today we have to perform our first song. I’ve been practicing all week but I can’t seem to hit the right notes.

The class scurries to their seats as the bell rings.

“Ok class. Today, you will be demonstrating how much you’ve learned by playing your selected song.”

My heart races as my stomach turns. I could throw up. Staring at my hands, I think about all the things that could go wrong: my fingers slip and I hit all the wrong keys, my sheet falls and I can’t read the music, I get up there to just freeze in my place.

“Y/N.” The teacher says, pulling me from my thoughts.


“You’re next.”

I panic but force myself to slip my music sheet out of my backpack and make my way the front of my class. I lower my butt onto the hard stool. My back straightens and my hands lightly place themselves on the white keys. I take a deep breathe and push the first note. After, my fingers just seem to play by themselves. By the end of the song my heart was racing out of my chest. I had played a couple wrong notes but overall I was proud. I looked up at the teacher.

“Well done.” He smiles and I walk back over to my seat beaming a smile.

I didn’t really pay attention to anybody else’s song until the teacher called Tyler’s name. He shyly walks up to the piano, setting down his sheet music. He sits on the hard oak stool and hovers his fingers over the white and black board. The moment his fingers touch the board it’s like a melody all on its own. He plays chords that we haven’t even been taught yet. Everyone’s jaw drops. I’m absolutely amazed. He plays a perfect song. The whole class claps for him and he smiles.

“Holy shit.” “Is he even supposed to be in this class?” “I bet he’s been playing for his whole life.” Whispers fill the room as Tyler takes his seat. I’m still starstruck.

The final bell rings and the class swarms around Tyler, praising him. Once done, quickly scattering through the door. I struggle to get my stuff in my bag so I start to leave a little later than the crowd. As I slip on my backpack on, a voice behind me turns me on my heel.

“Uh hey.” My head turns around to see Tyler standing there, slightly looking down at me. His smile melting my heart.

“Uh, hi.” I smile back.

“You uh, did really good today.” He fidgets with his hands.

I blush. “Oh, thanks but I didn’t do half as well as you.”

Tyler smiles, crinkling his eyes a bit.

“I suck at piano,” I say as I slowly start to walk towards the door. He catches up.

“Well, if you ever need help, you can come over and I could tutor you.” He explains.His eyes read anticipation.

“Yeah. I’m available after school today. Text me your address?” I ask smiling and taking my phone out.

We swap contact info and finally make our way out the door.

“What class do you have next?” Tyler asks.

“French with Mrs. Wilson.” I roll my eyes. I suck at French. But since I didn’t know what else to take, I just chose that.

“She’s in hallway three right?”

“Yeah.” I laugh.

“I have English just down the hall.” He smiles.

We walk the rest of the way talking about what we do in our free time and what music we listen to. I find out that we both listen to more alternative music and we laugh about how weird our teacher is.

We wave goodbye as I turn into my French class. I can’t help but smile as I walk to my seat. He’s even friendlier than I thought. And I also got really good band recommendations.

My thoughts trail off to imagine what tonight would be like:

Tyler sitting really close, our hips pressed against one another. He shows me how to play a chord but when I do it, it fails and he has to guide my fingers with his own. Our eyes connect and we slowly lean in for a kiss, heating up quickly as his hand slide slowly up my thigh…


The final bell rings and I practically skip out the door. Looking down at my phone I see a text from Tyler giving his address. I reply explaining that I have to drop a few things over at my house before and that I’ll be over about 3:30.

I finally get to my car and throw my backpack in the passenger seat. I plug my phone into the aux cord and start blasting my music, losing myself in the guitar riffs and drum beats.

When I finally get home I race up the stairs into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I scream in excitement. Rushing to my drawer, I pick out my special underwear set: a black laced bra with blacked laced panties. I throw my clothes off to switch my underwear, checking myself afterward. My mind wanders to see Tyler’s bare body pressed against mine, pinning me to the wall as my nails dig into his back. The excitement rises in my stomach. I’m probably just getting my hopes up, though.

I slip into my good pair of jeans that highlight my thighs and put on a baggy sweater. Throwing my hair into a loose ponytail and I rush into my bathroom to grab my favorite perfume. I spray it on my neck, belly, legs and both my wrists.

I check my clock coming out of the bathroom. 3:15. I better start leaving. I pack all the things I need into my backpack and click the address he sent me. I then text Tyler that I’m on my way. He texts back a smiley face.


I pull into his driveway and notice that there aren’t any cars parked. I shut and lock my car doors, throwing my keys back into my backpack. Before I could knock on the door it swings open, revealing a very happy Tyler. I smile back at him as he welcomes me in.

“Oh, you can take your shoes off right there.” He points to the single pair of shoes laying on the floor by the entry.

“Your parents aren’t home?” I question.

“No, they’re out of town for something for my dad’s job.” He replied leading me into the living room. Shoving his hands into his jean pockets he turns around and gestures to the fairly sized room.

It looked like an ordinary living room–just with a huge piano in the middle of it. He invites me to sit down and I accept.

“Are you thirsty?” He asks pointing to the kitchen.

“I could go for a water.”

Tyler smiles and strolls into the kitchen, grabbing two water bottles from the fridge. He tosses one to me. I fumble and eventually drop it. I laugh nervously. I get up to get it. I try my best to slowly bend down without seeming too obvious about it. I smile to myself as I see Tyler’s eye wander off to my ass. I then gracefully pick up the bottle and take back my seat.



As I grabbed the water from the fridge I can’t help but imagine her tight jeans on the floor and her shirt stripped off of her.

“Head’s up.” I toss the water at her and she drops it. Before I could walk over to get it, she was already bending down. Oh God. I couldn’t help but stare. Her butt perfectly shaped in those jeans drove me crazy. She takes her seat giving an innocent look, making me want her even more.

“Well, uh, are you ready?” I asked snapping out, taking the empty spot next to her.

“Oh. Yeah.” She replied reaching into her backpack to pull out her sheet music.

“‘A Little Night Music’ by Mozart - Level A” The title reads. I look over the notes and finger the chords in my head.

“Why don’t you start playing?” I ask.

Y/N nods and starts playing. Her fingers lightly press on the keys. After a couple wrong notes, she grows frustrated and quits.

“This is impossible.” She blurts. Her fingernails pull the black hair tie out of her hair, letting her Y/HC fall to her shoulders. All I wanted was to bunch it in my hand and pull her body to mine.

Her eyes connect with mine, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Hey, why don’t we take this one measure at a time?” I suggest.

Y/N takes a deep breath and nods her head. She starts to play the first measure of the sheet pretty well. Only hitting one wrong note.

“That was good. Now, you see how it says ¾? That means that for every measure, there are three beats.” She nods. “Here, to keep time I’ll clap.” I go on to explain more music rules. “Let’s take it slow.”

She starts to play the notes within the first measure very slowly. As we go on, we move onto the rest of the measures, slowly putting it all together until she finally plays the whole song flawlessly. At this point I’m not even watching her fingers; I’m studying the contours of her face. She looks up at me and beams a gorgeous smile. I smile back.

“Uh, do you think I could try something harder?” Y/N asks

“Uh, yeah sure.” I stutter.

She reaches into her backpack to grab another music sheet. “Uh, where’s your restroom?” She asks.

“Um, down the hall, second door on the left.” I point towards our hallway.

As she gets up, her hips sway gracefully. My body feels weak imagining her perfectly sculpted butt pressed against my naked lap, slowly massaging my cock.

As soon as she’s out of sight my fingers run through my hair. My head hangs as my elbows rest on the board above the keys. I seriously can’t take this anymore.

I stand up and walk towards the hallway, determined to make her mine. I start to pace in front of the bathroom door, growing more and more nervous by the second.

Suddenly, the door opens. “Hey, your shell soaps are so cu-” I cut her off.

Lunging into a kiss, my hands cup her face, bringing her even closer and my other hand presses her body to mine. My steps forcing her against the wall as I take a hand off her cheek to shove the door closed then tangling my finger in her hair.



I laugh as I place the tiny shell soap back onto the counter. My hand turns the knob.

“Hey, your shell soaps are so cu-” I’m cut off by a blur lunging into me. His hand cups my face to keep me from jerking my head back and his other hand presses my lower body against his.

Tyler’s hungry lips passionately kiss mine until I finally catch up to his speed. He slams me against the wall. I can’t help but moan against his lips. Tyler lightly grips my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it back while looking deep into his eyes. He trails his kisses down my cheek, over my jawline and to my neck. Tyler bites and sucks at the sensitive skin, leaving small purple circles. I stretch my neck to give him more access.

I can see the reflection of Tyler’s back pinning me to wall in the mirror. My nails dig down Tyler’s back and he moans into my collar bone. He kisses back up to my lips. His hands trail down to my ass and squeeze the cheeks harshly.

“Jump.” He whispers. And I do, wrapping my legs around his waist as he supports my butt with his hands. My arms wrap around his neck bringing him into a deep kiss. Tyler turns around to set me on the counter. He hungrily kisses my lips.

I break away. “Can we go somewhere a bit more … comfortable?” I ask innocently.

Tyler smiles and helps me down from the counter. Opening the door, he holds my hand and leads me up the stairs. He spins me around and shoves me onto his bedroom door. His hand fumbles with the knob before it swings open behind me. I stumble backward, catching my balance while Tyler shuts the door behind him.

Before I could register where I was, Tyler crashes back into my body, forcing me to stumble back and fall onto the bed. His body grinds down into mine.

“Jesus, Y/N. I want you so bad.” He growls between kisses.

Moaning, I reply, “Oh, Tyler. I want you too.”

His hands move up from my hips and slip under my shirt. He wraps his hands around my body and sits my up on the bed. Tyler lifts my shirt above my head and throws it across his room.

I giggle as he pushes me back onto the bed. He eats at my neck as my fingers play with the hem of his shirt. He straddles my waist as he grabs the back of his shirt, pulling it off his body. My hands start to wander up his bare body. His eyes look down at me with lust.

His head dips down to mine and Tyler continues to eat at my neck before trailing down my body. He cups my breasts into his hands.

My head sets back into pillows. I start to breathe heavily under his touch. Tyler’s lips grazed paced my breasts and make their way down my bare stomach. His hands run down the sides of my body stopping at the hem of my jeans.

“You know, you looked amazing in these.” He said looking up at me. “But they would look better on my floor.”

I bite down on my lip. Tyler grunts under his breath.

His hand slowly unbuttons my jeans. Tyler hooks his fingers in my belt loop and shakes it off my body. His hands run up my inner thighs & start to peel off my black panties.

He smirks. Tyler wraps his arm around one my legs, hoisting it on his shoulder. He kisses up my thigh, slowing down right before my entrance.

My hips roll in frustration, begging for his lips. He trails his thumb down and between my folds, lowering his face to my clit. Tyler slowly moves the tip of his tongue over it. My fingers grasp the white sheets and my head sets farther back in the pillows.

“Wow Y/N. You’re so wet.” Tyler hums.

He easily slides his middle finger into me and curls in between slow thrusts. My nails graze the back of his head as he speeds up his tongue around my clit. Including his ring finger, Tyler starts to pump faster.

A knotted feeling rises deep in my stomach.

“T-tyler, I’m g-gonna cum.” I stutter. A cooling wave stretches through my entire body. The feeling stalls for a quick second before exploding as I release myself on his fingers. My back arcs and I grip the sheets even tighter.

Tyler slows his tongue down and slowly slides his fingers out of me. Staring up at the ceiling, I try to catch my breath.

Tyler gently takes my hands and helps me sit up on the edge of the bed with Tyler standing above me. Guiding my fingers down his chest, our lips connect and passionately play with each other. My hands make it to the hem of his black jeans and I mess around with the buttons. As both of his hands wrap around my face, the world around me seems to disappear only leave me and Tyler.

I finally undo his pants and pull them down to his ankles and he steps out of them, not once breaking the kiss. My fingertips slip under the elastic of his boxers as Tyler tangles his fingers into my hair, lightly tugging. I smirk through the kiss and pull the elastic down. His hand wraps around my back to

He breaks from the kiss and whisper into my ear, “Lay down.”

I obey and lay myself back into the sheets. Tyler places his hands next to my head and slowly lowers his body to mine. He then shifts his weight against his right hand and knees, using his left hand to tease his hard cock against my entrance.

I stop him right before he puts his cock inside me. “Wait.” I place my hands on his chest. “I’ve never done this before,” I say nervously.

Tyler laughs as little; his scared expression softening. “It’s ok, I’ll go easy.” He sweetly kisses my lips. He pulls back. “Are you ready?”

I nod pursing my lips. He scoops down again to kiss me as he slowly slides his hard cock inside me. I whimper as his cock spreads the walls of my pussy.

Soon, the pain subsides and turns into pleasure - with every thrust the familiar knot feeling grows bigger.

Tyler’s kisses trail down my cheek to my neck, marking the opposite side of my neck. His hips start to grow faster and faster and my nails scratch down his back. His grunts filling my ears as he goes deeper.

“You’re, so, gorgeous.” He moaned between thrusts.

Both my heart and body felt amazing. The knot-feeling starts to reach its peak.

“T-Tyler, I-I’m gonna cum.” I dig my nails deeper into his skin, piercing the skin.

Tyler bucks his hips into mine, going the deepest he’s been. “M-Me too.” He places his lips on mine and releases in me. I joining him shortly after.

His body collapses next to mine and interwinds our fingers. His arm wraps around me, bringing me close. My arm sets down on his chest and my eyes flutter close.

collivers  asked:

hi! I've been learning Spanish for about a year and a half now and I'm loving it. I've been feeling more confident about my reading and writing lately but whenever I actually have to speak Spanish (especially in front of natives) i get really nervous and mess up. I've got an oral exam coming up and I'm worried I'll just freeze. do you have any tips on how to feel more comfortable speaking languages? thank you!

Yes it is quite a challenge! My tips would be
• Quit thinking about “did I say this right?” “Can I find the exact word to translate that” because that can make you feel nervous and increase insecurities
• If a word doesn’t work, think of another one, don’t waste time trying to get everything perfect
• Listen carefully to everyone and be all ears, if you didn’t understand something, ask them if they can elaborate
• Look for natural sounding words that you can use when speaking informally
• Make a list of themes you can talk about, things you like etc. and try to actually write the scenario of a conversation in your language then translate it, you’ll see you will find new idioms, sayings and ways to speak that are very useful!
• Watch movies, shows, listen to podcasts, etc. See how conversations flow naturally
• In oral exams I actually just make everything up, if I stick to my real and actual life it would be difficult to translate it or maybe I take too much time trying to remember things so if for example they ask me about a cultural activity in my hometown I’ll just make up some festivity about how my town celebrates having the best pumpkins of the west world lmao
• Feel free, and most of all, enjoy it!

anonymous asked:

I just wish they would stop using Louis in an attempt to keep the Larries/Louies on board with H's solo career. H will do OK on his own. His team can learn from their mistakes and build on any successes to support him well into the future without this baiting. Using Louis is insulting at this point, especially as everybody knows that hell will freeze over before Louis is allowed to add in any Harry shaped support, no matter how covert or subtle, in his own promo strategy. Where was H during JHO?

Hi anon! I know. I agree completely. Every new bit of Larrie bait just makes me angrier and angrier. Is he really so insecure that he can’t let his music speak for itself and needs to resort to that? (I guess so, clearly.)

anonymous asked:

So there is this girl I really really really really like her but Everytime we hang out I freeze up and don't know what to do........How do I get closer to her so we can become official? Right now we are "talking"

You need to learn to control your emotions. When you are with her and you lose yourself just do something that you know that can calm you down. Do something that makes you relax. And before you make a move on her be sure that she is interested in you.

Kalashipping Fanfic - Malasada Madness (Hau x Sun)

here is my donation to Kalashipping: a fanfiction!

while I was making this I came up with another Kala prompt so rip that might get done soon too (god bless my other fics in the making)

but anyways, hope you enjoy this one! Read more here or head to fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12243161/1/

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Got7 Reaction: Your first kiss with your got7 boyfriend

Your first kiss with your bias…. i wonder how it turns out ;) 

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I guess it’s safe to rant about what I’m feeling here. After all if people don’t like it they can just unfollow me??? Like not a big deal.


I’m in EXCRUCIATING pain. Like I’m in the kind of pain where sitting still hurt so much that it’s almost impossible to even do that. I can’t tolerate the touch of anything but I’m freezing so I’m buried under blankets with a heating pad just trying to not cry from how badly I hurt. I used to have my pain controlled by hydromorph contin and dilaudid but it was lowering my blood pressure to the seventies and making me faint so the Dr took me off of it.

I have a lot of neurological symptoms that correlate with an MS diagnosis. I asked my doctor and she said I was too young at 25. I’ve since learned that it’s bullshit and that with my brain lesions MS is the most likely candidate for what ails me. Untreated MS progresses quickly, however and the patient (in this case me) just gets worse. She agreed that I should see a neurologist  and I see him in June. He’ll either say “yay’ or ‘nay’ to MS. If he says yay I get to deal with MS. If he says nay it’s back to square one. Both options suck.

Basically I hurt like hell, I’m sick as a dog *why do we even say that phrase? do dogs get sick often?* and I’m just so overwhelmed. June cannot come fast enough but at the same time cannot come slowly enough either and the pain is literally unbearable. Thanks fibromyalgia!

New Prompt Request List

I saw this on @newtynewtnewtimagines​‘s page and needed to add it to my list so the first 77 are theirs. Please request! I love getting them! It makes me so happy!

  1. “You’re really soft.”
  2. “You smell nice.”
  3. “You’re cute when you’re worried”
  4. “I think i’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.”
    “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
  5. “I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”
  6. “Is it possible to love too much?”
  7. “You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”
  8. “I don’t wanna get up– you’re comfy.”
  9. “I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do.”
  10. “I will always be there protect you.”
  11. "I’m cold. Come closer.”
  12. “You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
  13. "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  14. "I’ve never seen such gorgeous eyes before.”
  15. "I can’t stop thinking about you.”
  16. “You’re really hot, shame about the personality”
  17. "All I want is you.”
  18. “This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
  19. “You came to my room at 4am, to cuddle?”
  20. "I could never leave you, I love you too much!”
  21. "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face.”
  22. "I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.”
  23. “You look really cute in that sweater.”
  24. "You look incredible in that.”
  25. “Is that my shirt?”
  26. “You’re so clingy, i love it.”
  27. “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
  28. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”
  29. "He/She’s quite stunning, isn’t he/she?”
  30. “Are you sugar personified or something?”
  31. “I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”
  32. "Sometimes I just can’t control myself when around you.”
  33. "Do you believe in love at first sight?”
  34. "I think I’m in love.”
  35. "I’d like it if you stayed.”
  36. “You made these cupcakes for me?”
  37. “Have you lost your mind?”
  38. “You’re so fucking adorable.”
  39. “You’re my best friend’s sister, we can’t do this..”
  40. "People are jerks, but not you.”
  41. “All these new feelings are scaring me.”
  42. "I’ll share the blankets with you.”
  43. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”
  44. "I have never felt this way about anyone.”
  45. “How do you always manage to look so captivating?”
  46. "I want this to never end…”
  47. “I’m a big girl, i can handle it myself.”
  48. “I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”
  49. “Can I kiss you?”
    “Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?”
  50. “So, are you guys dating or?”
  51. “There’s no way in hell i could fall in love with someone like you”
  52. "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.”
  53. “Could you hold my hand?”
  54. “Have you seen my jacket?”
  55. “Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death.”
  56. “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”
  57. “You can put your cold feet on me.”
  58. “You make me so happy.”
  59. “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
  60. “Your stray red item turned my whites pink.”
  61. “A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you.”
  62. “Did they hurt you?”
  63. “You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?
  64. “Your lips are really warm.”
  65. “I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on.”
  66. “That pet name was so gushy, but it was also so cute.”
  67. “I really love holding you, darling.”
  68. “You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar.”
  69. “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”
  70. “You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.”
  71. “We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches.”
  73. “I want you to fight for me!”
  74. “Please don’t go.”
  75. “You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”
  76. “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
  77. “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”
  78. Barista and person who has a ridiculous coffee order 
  79. I’m worried about your coffee dependency
  80. you accidentally poured boiling hot coffee over me so you’re responsible for taking me to A&E
  81. you give me a different fake name every time you come into starbucks and I just want to know your real name bc ur cute but here I am scrawling “batman” onto your stupid cappuccino
  82. You buy a weird amount of flowers and I’m concerned as to why
  83. I’m allergic to flowers but I work in a flower shop – you’re a customer who’s very confused as to why I’d do that 
  84. flower meanings eg, buying certain colours/types for person to represent feelings etc. (please specify flower, color, and meaning!)
  85. You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking you down
  86. I work in the library and I’m a little concerned for your health because you never stop studying
  87. The library’s pretty empty save for you and me and OH that couple making out loudly in the shelves somewhere
  88. I accidentally punched you in the face when I was too overexcited about something
  89. I thought you were my friend who’s just done something awful to me (read: cut my hair while I slept, dyed all of my clothes pink, etc. etc.) because you look similar from behind so I stormed up to you and shoved you from behind while calling you a crude name
  90. Oooh when you told me your name I thought you were joking because it’s awful and I made a joke about it and things got awkward real fast
  91. “okay I know that being in the woods at 2am is a weird thing to be doing but my friend called me and- wait, why are you in the woods at 2am, I’m going to die aren’t I?”
  92. We keep accidentally running into each other I’m not a stalker I swear iii) You live across from me in our apartments and we smile when we see each other but we don’t really know each other and (you fill in here)
  93. You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and you look good in the outfit I picked out for you
  94. I really like you but you’re my best friend’s ex
  95. You’ve liked me for ages and were really obvious about it and I didn’t like all the attention but now you’re over me I really miss it and I think I like you too? (Not a favorite, but eh it’s okay)
  96. Somewhere along the way of getting into bar fights together, staying up all night with movie marathons, other friendship things, I’ve fallen in love with you but oh my gosh this could ruin EVERYTHING
  97. I told my sister I have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set me up with people but now she’s coming to visit and I’m in too deep I need a fake boyf ASAP
  98. The first words your true love(s) will say to you are tattooed on you and why the are their first words something really (insert desired adjective here with word examples)
  99. You get an ‘impression’ of your soulmate when you turn 18

Once upon a time, @nerdysnoxfox requested coldflash, 32.  meeting in prison au

Disclaimer: I don’t know shit about prison except some things I frantically Googled in hopes of getting it at least 20% right. Concrit about how stuff works, or anything, really, would be extremely appreciated.

So this got kind of long and I have a couple more ideas, but I’m not sure if I have the time to start another huge-ass wip so I’m posting at least this… first encounter kinda ficlet :D 

(sorry the prompts are taking me forever ^^;;; but I promise I’ll eventually get around to all the prompts in my inbox, I swear :’D)


Prison is nothing like Barry expected.

He knows a couple of people who have been incarcerated, but mostly, he never heard them talk about it. When they did, it was in terms of gangs and drugs and violence, so Barry is freaking out more than a little when he first takes a step inside the Iron Heights correctional facility.

What first strikes him is how impersonal everything feels. Of course, he didn’t really expect a warm welcome, but he was not prepared for the sense of being just a number, a thing to be set on its respective shelf until the time comes to pull him down again. There’s the basic check-up (Barry calls it Dehumanization 101 in his head) and there’s getting rid of the last remnant of his life outside – his clothes. He’s handed a neatly folded stack of faded blue and grey, a pair of shoes without laces, and nobody talks to him more than a few words, do this, do that, here’s your cell.

He’s not Barry Allen anymore, he’s ‘inmate’, like he lost his face and his identity before he walked in here, and it scares him to think what else will come.

Nothing much does, not really.

The cell he’s been assigned holds a bunk bed, a small table, a toilet in the corner, and that’s about it. No one else is in there and the bunks both look immaculate, so Barry takes the bottom one, just to be on the safe side, and curls up on top of the thin mattress, counting minutes that pass in silence.

Not complete silence, no. There are voices and sounds everywhere and it makes Barry’s nerves even worse, to think that he’ll have to get used to all the noise. But it’s all background, nothing he can actually focus on, and when he imagines one thousand and ninety-four more days to go, a shiver slithers down his spine and steals away the last of his composure.

He doesn’t sleep. The cells are locked at night and his cellmate turns out to be an unobtrusive, quiet guy somewhere in his sixties, but Barry still doesn’t feel safe enough to close his eyes. The old man never said what he’s in for: the only thing he barked at Barry was to get off the bottom bunk. Apparently, his joints aren’t what they used to be and climbing onto the top bunk is out of the question.

His arthritis doesn’t make Barry feel any safer.

Breakfast is a bleak affair: he’s not hungry yet, his stomach unused to the early wake-up call, but Barry suspects that even if it were 10am, he’d still not be hungry for what’s staring at him from his plastic tray. He manages to eat one of the dry bread loaves, slathered in all the margarine and both tiny packets of flavorless jelly, washes it down with the milk that tastes a lot like bathwater, and doesn’t care when his cellmate walks by and steals the remaining bread (and the sad, sad apple).

He craves coffee, and maybe a blueberry muffin, anything that would make him feel like he ate actual food instead of Styrofoam; but that’s not going to happen, not for one thousand and ninety-three more mornings. The prospect is suddenly terrifying, a wide stretch of days upon days of… this. Of nothing.

His brain is debating whether to freak out about this horrible epiphany, or remain in a state of apathetic shock, when a guy straddles the bench right next to him. Barry blinks up – as a new guy, he doesn’t really know anyone here – and the guy turns out to be quite big, late thirties or early forties, thick dirty blonde hair and what looks like a knife scar running down his cheek. He’s not exactly good-looking, but he’s smiling at Barry, in what probably passes for friendly between these walls, so Barry smiles back.

“Hard being new ‘round here, huh?” the guy says, in the kind of booming voice that carries even when spoken quietly. Barry shrugs – he doesn’t really want to admit it, but he’s pretty sure that he looks nervous enough to make it clear that yes, it is, indeed, pretty hard.

To his surprise, the big guy just grins wider and his huge hand slides across the table; for a moment there, Barry has this bizzare thought that the guy’s going to grab him. But instead, he lifts his hand and reveals… a protein bar.

It’s not even the kind that Barry would buy for himself outside, but his stomach grumbles anyway at the prospect of eating something that doesn’t taste like sawdust. He blinks up at the guy in confusion, and gets another huge grin in response (it’s kind of nice, to see someone actually have a facial expression in here that isn’t an angry pout or a death stare).

“Here. Food here takes some gettin’ used to. I’m Bill.”

Barry smiles back – who said that people in prison were all rapists and gang leaders? But as he moves to take the offered hand (and the protein bar), suddenly he’s yanked back, nearly toppling off the bench, except his back collides with something solid and warm and-

“His protein supply’s taken care of,” an icy voice announces while a bony hand digs painfully into Barry’s shoulder. He twists to get away, but the fingers only claw tighter into the sensitive tendon and Barry winces, but stops struggling: his heart’s racing and he’s not exactly sure what’s going on, but he’s aware enough to realize that what he thought was him making a friend here is embedded in some shady prison politics he has dismissed before as only rumors.

“Oh yeah?” Bill tries, scowling, and he gets up from the bench. Barry doesn’t exactly know who it is behind him, but he kind of wishes the guy would back off: Bill is huge, probably six-four at least, and his friendly smile from before has been wiped off in favor of a fierce scowl. The scar makes him look even more terrifying and suddenly Barry’s not at all hungry for the protein bar anymore.

“Just try it,” the icy voice sounds nonplussed, which makes Barry think the guy must be even bigger, even though his fingers are all sharp bones on Barry’s shoulder. “The CO’s right there. I hear you enjoyed your last stay in the SHU, Ginger.”

Bill growls, but his eyes stray to the side, no doubt towards the correctional officers milling around the tables.

“One of these days, Snart,” he snaps and turns away, stalking off.

“Can’t wait,” the Icy Man sneers and finally, finally, the death grip on Barry’s shoulders lessens. In the next second, before he can turn around (and try to flee, in all honesty), a lean leg swings over the bench and the man that straddles the seat is a lot less of a giant than Barry would’ve expected. He’s more lean than muscular, probably no taller than Barry himself, and he’s… well. He’s definitely easier to look at than Bill, but there’s something sharp and mean about his eyes, something that makes looking at him feel a bit like staring directly into the sun. Barry looks away, at the sticky surface of the ugly table in front of him, and wonders if he should say ‘thanks’.

“I didn’t need your help,” is what his mouth comes up with instead, because he doesn’t really want to be indebted to anyone here. Icy Man just snorts, obviously amused, and shakes his head.

“My bad, then. Thought you didn’t seem like the type to get your protein that way.”

Barry’s blank stare must be a question enough, because Icy Man rolls his (really blue) eyes and huffs.

“First time in, is it, Fishie… let me break it down for you. Good old Gingerbread back there was gonna put something in your mouth, and candy ain’t it. Clear?”

Barry’s stomach swoops. He didn’t even consider-

“For a protein bar?!” he yelps, scandalized. It only makes Icy Man laugh, a brittle, sharp sound that slices something inside Barry open.

“What, you think you gonna fetch a Pacific island with that pretty mouth?”

Barry’s not exactly an innocent virgin anymore, but the crudity of this whole absurd situation makes him blush, half-embarrassment and half-anger.

“Well I’m not bad at it,” he grumbles, and instantly regrets it when Icy Man’s blue eyes move to Barry’s mouth, the sudden spark of interest obvious in his gaze. Oh, shit… Barry will definitely have to learn how to keep his trap shut here. Why did this guy save him, anyway? The realization that Icy might very well want to do the very same thing to him makes Barry’s insides freeze.

However, the man just snorts with amusement again, shaking his head:

“Wouldn’t advertise that if I were you, Fishie.”

“I’m Barry,” he mumbles, and the man considers that for a long, long moment in which Barry’s certain he’s going to be told to fuck off, or that it doesn’t matter. Instead, something shifts behind those blue eyes and the man’s mouth quirks up into a little smirk.

“Len. Try to keep yourself out of trouble, kid. And watch your back around Lewis. He’s a mean son of a bitch.”

With that, he pushes himself away from the table, off the bench, and disappears before Barry can even ask what the heck is wrong with his old, arthritic roommate.

The Other Carter - Part 15

Originally posted by lisssays

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Carter!Reader
Warnings: None except CA:WS spoilers.
Summary: You’ve heard of Peggy Carter? Well this is the story of her sister Y/N Carter, and the love between her and Bucky.         
A/N: Part ­­15! FINALLY! I’m sorry guys, a few technical difficulties. I hope you don’t hate me too much…
Word Count: 978

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10|Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14


“She didn’t even recognise me Steve… My one and only…” I choked on my own words as the tears threatened to spill over my eyelids. Sam tried to pat my shoulder, but was restricted by handcuffs. “How is that even possible? It was, like, 70 years ago.” Sam asked, grunting slightly as he tried to make himself comfortable on the metal bench. I stared ahead of me, a few tears slipping down my cheeks.

“Zola. Our whole unit was captured in ‘43. Zola experimented on us. Whatever he did helped Y/N survive the fall. They must have found her and…” My voice trailed off cracking slightly. “None of that’s your fault, Buck.” Steve whispered. That was the first thing he has said since we were arrested.

“But it was Steve… If I would have just reached out a little more, I could’ve saved her…” I glanced up and noticed Natasha’s face becoming paler as time went on. I glanced down at her shoulder and noticed red seeping from her jacket. “You’ve been shot.” I said, stating the obvious.

“So did you Buck.” Steve muttered. I looked down at my shoulder, and would you look at that! I completely forgot about that. “I heal quickly Steve, Natasha doesn’t. We need to get a doctor here. If we don’t put pressure on that wound, she’s gonna bleed out here in the truck.” I told the guards. In response one of them threatened me with an electric taser. The guard next to him looked over for a second before knocking him unconscious with the base of the gun, shocking us all. Said guard slowly lifted their helmet off, and underneath was a very breathless Maria Hill.

“That thing was squeezing my brain.” She muttered before turning her head towards Sam. “Who’s this guy?”


I stared emotionlessly ahead of me. Trying to recall any memories of the men on the bridge. More specifically the brunette one. Something about those eyes mad something click inside of me. A sense of calm took over when they connected with mine. I small scientist worked on my arm, I was sat in a chair, which was placed in a small cell. My hair was back to its original state. I closed my eyes for a second and that’s when a scene played before me…


“Okay Peg… Aim a little higher…” I repositioned a smaller girl’s hands, which were occupied with an old pistol. I looked over to see a row of cans lined on top of a hay bale. The younger girl shot again and hit a can off the hay bale. She cheered and hugged me. “I did it Y/N/N!” I chuckled and nodded,

“You did Peg you did…”


“Tin cans?” The brunette queried. I nodded, “That’s how I taught my younger sister, sooo you should be good at it.” He laughed and brought his sniper up and closed one eye. He shot all cans off with ease. He looked over to me with a smug look on his face.

“That was pretty good Barnes.”

“Please, call me Bucky.”


“You’ve got to tell him at some point Y/N/N…” Peggy said slyly. I was sat on my iron bed next to Peggy, fiddling with the edge of my uniform. “I will do… After the mission.” Peggy nodded and gave me a hug.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be an aunty…”

I shook my head a few times. What is happening to me? Images of me falling, creating a snowy bank, being dragged across the floor, missing arm, a man with round glasses talking to me. I was with child? What happened to the baby?

“You are to be the new fist of HYDRA.”

“Put her in ice.”

I lashed out. Knocking a scientist to the floor.  Sat up breathing heavily, all guns were trained onto me. I heard the cell door creak open, and the leader of HYDRA walked in.

“Mission report.” He demanded. My stance didn’t change, hunched over slightly and breathing heavily.

“Mission report. Now.” He demanded again. I walked over to me slowly and crouched down. I didn’t do anything. There’s no will power left in me. He slapped me across the face, waking me up from my trance. This time I looked over at him with curiosity written across my face. “The man on the bridge. Who was he?” I asked. My voice was cracking slightly, due to the fact I haven’t used it in so long.

“You met him earlier this week on another assignment.”

“I knew him. Was he the father of my child?” I asked. The head of HYDRA looked perplexed for a second.

“Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century. And I need you to do it one more time. Society’s at a tipping point between order and chaos. And tomorrow morning, we’re gonna give it a push. But, if you don’t do your part, I can’t do mine. And HYDRA can’t give the world the freedom it deserves.”

“Was he the father of my child?” Pierce shook his head in a displeasing way.

“Prep her.”

“She’s been out of cryo freeze too long.”

“Then wipe her and start over.”

A/N Sorry if it’s a bit confusing. It will make sense eventually. College hurts. Both physically and mentally. I’m doing a performing arts course and let’s just say, cardio workout 3 times a week. I better get abs from this… I have to learn how to do the splits…. Ouch.

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Ping-Pong (ReaderxPeter Maximoff)

“I think Ping-Pong is my favorite thing ever. I like it more than anything else!”

I smiled lightly as I watched Peter try to beat his record of hitting the Ping-Pong ball back and forth on his own.  Back and forth, one after another he added to his count. I’d catch actual glimpses of him here and there but for the most part he was nothing more than a blur keeping the ball bouncing. I had lost count a while ago with how fast the ball was moving but I could hear Peter lightly counting on occasion.


There it was he was about halfway to his high score. How he ever missed it was beyond me. Maybe he just grew bored of it at a certain point. Or maybe he hit it fast enough that he lost control. I was inclined to think the latter option was more likely with how often the ball almost me.

“10,200… FUCK.”

There it was. Before I could even blink Peter was beside me, his hand in front of my face. I didn’t move as the Ping-Pong ball smacked into his hand. He grinned, looking at me as the ball fell and bounce on the floor. “Saved your life.”

I rolled my eyes as I suppressed my smile. “My hero. How many times is that now?”

Peter looked at his hand, pretending to count on his fingers. “Mm… probably upwards of 30 times I’ve saved your life now. I’d say you officially owe your life to me.”

I let out a laugh and got up to pick up the ball. “A token of my gratitude.”

Peter smirked as he took the ball from me and sped back over to the table, though I felt something brush against my lips before I saw him appear at the table. I touched them, confused. “What was that?” I questioned, looking at him.

“What was what?” Peter asked, looking at me innocently.

“You know what,” I said, walking over. “You know exactly what I’m talking about Mr. Hero.”

Peter grinned, shrugging as he held a paddle out for me. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. I’ll tell you if I do if you can score a point. And I’ll even tell you what it was, if I know of course, if you score two points.”

“Really, now” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I took the paddle. “And if you score a point?”

Peter stayed quiet for a minute. “You tell me what you think it was. And if I score two… what you thought of it.”

I contemplated a minute before nodding and holding out my hand. “Sounds good, pinky swear on it.”

Peter rolled his eyes and laughed, but he held out his hand and wrapped his pinky finger around my own. “You’re such a kid sometimes!”

“Whatever you say, but now you have to keep your word! Now prepare to have your ass kicked!”

Peter laughed. “Sure. Whatever you say.”

I smirked as I got into position to play. “You want to serve?” Peter asked.

“No, and don’t hold anything back.”

Peter rolled his eyes and readied the ball to hit. “If you say so…”

As soon as Peter hit the ball I blinked, making time freeze. I hadn’t let Peter know about this little trick yet, so his reaction was sure to be priceless. We had originally thought I could freeze objects. But the more I’d experimented with my power the more I realized it wasn’t the objects I was freezing, it was the time around them. So I’d been working in secret, doing my best to learn how to control time as much as possible, just waiting for the perfect moment to show Peter. This seemed like a good opportunity. I moved the ball slightly before getting back in position.


I hit the ball back at Peter, smirking at his surprise and repeating the little routine a few more times before deciding to end the round. The next time I made contact with the ball I blinked just before it could reach him. I walked around the table and adjusted his hands before running back over my side of the table, doing my best to suppress my grin and I blinked.

The ball flew past him as I broke out into a big grin. He looked at the ball in shock for a few seconds before looking at me with a shrug. “I let you have that,” he bluffed.

I rolled my eyes and hummed in mock agreement. “Sure you did, Mr. Hero. So now you gotta tell me though… do you know what I was talking about?”

Peter pursed his lips and looked at his shoes, like a little kid who’d been caught red-handed in the cookie jar. “Maybe…” he said quietly, though I could hear the smile in his voice. “I dunno…”

“You promised Peter!” I said, sighing over dramatically. “You even pinky promised me!”

“That’s true…” Peter said, looking up with a grin. “Yea, I know what you were talking about.”

“So what was it?”

“You gotta score that second point to find out (nick name). But I’m not going to go so easy on you this time.”

“Easy… right…” I said, suppressing a laugh.

Soon enough Peter would find out the truth. But I was gonna milk this a bit more. Soon we were playing again. I kept this round going for about five minutes before an idea popped into my head. I was going to get Peter back, beat him at his own game. As soon as time resumed I found the ball passing me. “Shit…” I muttered under my breath, looking away so Peter wouldn’t see my smirk.

“Yes!” Peter said, pumping him fist in the air triumphantly. “I mean… good try (nickname)!”

“Yea, yea, do your stupid victory dance Peter,” I said, rolling my eyes but having to suppress as laugh as he did his stupid dance. “So lame…”

“Psh, you just wish you were as cool as me,” Peter said, smirking. “So… now for your end of the deal.”

I sighed before nodding. “So I have to say what I think it was?”

“Yep,” Peter said, popping the p.

“Okay…” I said, looking at Peter with a feeling of nervousness for my plan. “Was it… was it…”

I blinked, freezing time and taking a deep breath and walking over to Peter. I stared up at him, biting my lip. I had liked him for a while now. There was no going back from this. I almost wanted to run away and unfreeze time once I was out of the room. But… at the same time… this seemed like a pretty good time to let him know… about my feelings and my power.

I took a deep breath and let time resume. “This?”

I lightly kissed Peter, seeming to catch him off guard as he froze. I slowly pulled away and looked up at him, seeing the blush begin to cover his face. “Was I right?” I asked, bit my lip.

“H-how did you do that?” Peter asked, sounding flustered.

“Answer my question and I’ll answer yours…”

“Y-yea… it was that…”

“I can freeze time…”

“I thought…”

“We were wrong…” I said, letting out a laugh. “I’ve been practicing. How do you think I won that first game? I’ve always been bad at Ping-Pong Peter…”

Peter laughed, rubbing his neck awkwardly and beginning to talk quickly. “Wow, so um, that’s really something (your name)! Crazy! You really-”

“Stop it. You kissed me first Peter.”

Peter quickly shut up and looked at me with an unsure expression. I must’ve sounded angry… I hadn’t meant it to come out that way. I had just wanted him to stop being so awkward about it. He’d started it, so why was it so awkward now that I’d initiated?

Peter took a deep breath. “Look, I’m sorry… I just… I dunno…”

“You wanted to know what I thought of it when you scored your second point… I liked it. I like you Peter.”

Peter blinked before slowly grinning. “Really?”

“Yea,” I said, brushing my hair out of my face and behind my ear. “I like you a lot.”

“I like you a lot too, (your name),” Peter said, grinning.

“More than Ping-Pong?” I questioned, a teasing grin on my face.

“A lot more than Ping-Pong!” Peter laughed, quickly kissing me again.

Bud and Mrs. Gleeful


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We good? Great.

Okay, first off, I’m sure many of you were shocked to find out that Bud Gleeful is/was a member of the Society. I know I was. But after reading the cryptogram at the end of the episode…





I realized that it actually fits in really well with Bud’s characterization.

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I mean let’s look at the guy: He’s a happy car salesman, friendly to everyone he meets, even (at times) Stan, and doesn’t seem to have a malicious bone in his body. Compare this to his frazzled wife and (in Mabel’s words) “child psycho” of a son. 

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For the longest time I, like most people, thought that Bud was a show parent in denial of Gideon’s true nature. But now we learn that this theory is only half right: Bud’s in denial alright, but it’s self-inflicted via memory wipe. 

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And in an odd, twisted way that makes me happy. Why? Because since her first appearance I assumed that Mrs. Gleeful, Gideon’s mother and Bud’s wife, was nothing but a doormat for both her son and her husband, given the way Bud seems to be an enabler for Gideon, who just acts coldly toward her.

Now we learn that Bud is fully aware of how much of a terror his son is, and was finally driven to erase his memories in order to carry on.

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We also see in a freeze-frame that Mrs. Gleeful’s Memories are also in the Hall of the Forgotten. Presumably, Bud is responsible for this, which most likely means he tried to do the same for her. But, given the state she’s in…

…we can assume that she was affected by the procedure the same way McGucket was: badly. 

But at the same time, just the idea that Bud would try to help his wife, to make her as blissfully ignorant as he is, shows that he must care for her a lot. And there’s something nice in knowing that they aren’t on opposite sides of the Gideon situation, but rather in same boat.

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I really hope the show exhibits this family again, because their dynamic is interesting. Especially now that we know the main reason Bud doesn’t try to discipline Gideon is most likely because he knows that it’s useless, and he can just forget about it later anyway.

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Maybe things are better now that Gideon’s in prison? I’m not sure. Hopefully we’ll see in later episodes. 

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Now all we can do is hope that these two can manage to escape from this baby-faced demon they somehow spawned.

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Good luck bbys!

Life - RM Lyric Translations

After I had a drink of alcohol, I realized
that to live is a continuation of getting to know what loneliness is
whether there are people around you or not
the little me inside of me was always lonely
why isn’t there an opposite word for ‘loneliness’
a person will always feel lonely even until they die
even though my surroundings are loud
the time where I have to be alone always comes back
yeah that’s a life
we live inside vulnerability
given a reward to see this beautiful world, in return,
even the bulletproof vests, the street lamps, and the sturdy cars
can’t perfectly protect us, starting from our deaths
From the moment that we are all born,
life is more beautiful while we put (down) death as our loan
just like how a light is truly a light only if darkness exists,
just like how there’s sunlight after a rough storm,
Life, fall in love
life gets hurts by a person
and gets lonely from the wind
We wanna be right
but always wrong
we’re born to make mistakes
Why is life like that
(We never know what tomorrow holds for the rest of our lives)
(Even though this building falls apart, you can’t flee from it)
We tryna be bright
but always dark
Even though you think that you lived enough, you still don’t know

The world’s a sheet of decalcomania
The one who seemed like he was on my side turned into my most heinous enemy
Just how we fold a sheet of paper, once you fold it, that’s the end of it

(T/N: because the folded part creates a permanent crease)

Within seconds, he’d be mocking me from the other side
(It’s) Exactly the same, little child there’s no need to be mad
Some parents completely forget/ignore their children when money is standing front of them

(T/N: the parents are blinded by money)

We must make our flames bigger. because the world is so cold
In order for the world to not freeze up, I should do whatever, even though it means I have to harm myself
there wouldn’t be anything like what’s right or wrong in the first place
But we, in the end, learn how to
step on someone, grab someone, erase someone, and hate someone
Fuck all the peace and love; I know that that’s success’s natural enemy
As if it’s so certain, those quotes that follow only logic, like a sheep
It makes me more sad. but what can I do about it, I’m nothing but all words
I’m only just a wind that passes by someone

Life, fall in love
life gets hurts by a person
and gets lonely from the wind
We wanna be right
but always wrong
we’re we born to make mistakes
Why is life like that

We’re we born to die. We’re we born to live.
We’re we born to die. Were we born to live.
We’re we born to live. We’re we born to die.
The badge above my name. Is that life
(or) is it death

Who knows..

Life, fall in love
ife gets hurts by a person and gets lonely from the wind
We wanna be right. but always wrong
we’re born to make mistakes
Why is life like that
(we never know what tomorrow holds for the rest of our lives)
(Even though this building falls apart, you can’t flee from it)
We tryna be bright
but always dark
Even though you think that you lived enough,
you still don’t know

Elementary DnD

Fact: I teach 2nd and 3rd graders in an afterschool program.

Fact: I am a total nerd.

Fact: I made them play a simple version of DnD the other day.

Being nosy little assholes, a boy was digging through my bag and found my character sheet and asked what it was for. I gave them a summary of DnD and a few of them asked to play it.

DnD is complicated enough as it is, but I figured I’d turn it into a fun, application game for them.

I had them roll stats, taught them new words like Constitution and Charisma and explained the difference between Wisdom and Intelligence.

I had them explain what they wanted to be able to do. I pushed for them to have magic powers/superhero powers.

I had a fire mage, earth mage, wind mage, ice witch, a speedster(“I wanna be fast like Shadow the hedgehog!” Yeah sure, whatever you want, kid!) and a girl who straight up asked if she could be a fire lion.

During through encounter, all monsters were two hit minions and they simply had to roll and add to a modifier previously given to them. Before rolling each kid had to describe what they wanted to do.

“I throw a giant rock at their face!”

“I want to make a water tornado!”

“I want to freeze the whole monster and shatter it!”

“I want to run super fast and punch him!”

If they hit, I explained what happened, i.e. the monster got hurt/went down. If they rolled too low, something bad would happen to them/their teammates.

“Okay, Hasan, your tornado accidentally picks you up and drops you in the water.”

“Moises, your lava missed and falls between you and your teammates. how do you get back to Janell and Hamza?”

They learned about cause and effect and to ask each other what they were going to do to make a plan of their own and suggest other ideas.

“Maya, freeze the ground so they’ll fall down!”

“Moises, don’t use lava, you’ll burn all of us if you miss!”

“Estaban, move the trees and make them fall on the monster!”

Over all, it was a fantastic little game. I had six kids at a table and they were all laughing and imagining things and asking good questions and just being amazingly creative.

I even got rules lawyered, because I was making things up as I go, they told me I contradicted myself.

And While I hate being lawyered, to have them paying such amazing attention, I laughed and gave it to her.

I’d like to thank Critical Hit Podcast for the idea, because in all their mailbags, Rodrigo and the guys always talk up groups, and I remember Rodrigo talking about making his sister a butterfly princess because that’s what she wanted and he’ll make it work. It’s an amazing exercise for kids and I’ll be sure to write down some of the hilarious things that happen next time.

Fic: Better Angels [Percy, ensemble | T | 2700 words]

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Percy knows a thing or two about losing the battle but winning the war. They all do.

Vox Machina, in the aftermath.


Better Angels

He sits for a while in the workshop he used as a boy, head tilted toward the faint drumming of rain on the stonework outside. He should by rights be working, should be feverishly assembling new projects, new ideas. New weapons. Instead he sits cross-legged on the soot-stained floor, workbench looming above him like a monolith, and lets his thoughts spool out from their tangled wad of thread.

He fought a war, once. That is to say, he’s nearly certain it was a war he fought for all those years when he was sinking alone in the shadows. He says softly, to the air, “To engage in war is the last refuge of someone who knows they have already lost the battle,” and, “War is a shift in perspective that places defeat at the head of a long line of future victories,” and, “Make no mistake, a war is an illusion we all maintain to keep from losing hope at the things we’ve already surrendered.”

“Fear,” he says, finally, “is the shield we prop up against the atrocities we commit.”

He smiles, then, and presses a gasping laugh into the palm of his hand, face flushing and eyes watering with the force of it. He remembers Anders, fussing fastidiously with the parchment and books laid out on his desk, speaking those words with a flippant wave of his hand, remembers leaning into his own scroll and scribbling determinedly, as though siphoning the knowledge from the air around him would make it relevant, would make it matter to a boy whose greater destiny was only ever going to be the wasteful personification of the Idle Rich. Remembers the kick of the List in his hand, the snap of a gunshot fading into the rustling clamor of shadow.

The rains tapers off, eventually, and he pulls off his glasses to rub at his eyes with the blackened, frayed edge of one sleeve. He stands. Goes to find the others.

Keep reading

Many ponies were still arriving…

And each Unicornian Guards were keeping a keen eye on every one of them.

(Those two pictures were the only pictures that survived that crash my computer had…)

Some traveled there from beyond Equestria’s boarders.

Some were even from new countries.

America: So you finally split up with England? Congradulations!

Canada: Oh yeah, eh. He was such a snob, eh.

(I can’t be the only one who pictures a England pone to be a gentle-colt looking stallion, but really is a stuck up snob XP)

A few fillies could be spotted here and there as well, nothing unusual about that…

Miss Romancedy: Aaaaww, well aren’t you two the cutest.

Minty: Sooo cute, I could just eat you up!

Sockz: *intense blushing*

though some guests were a bit unusual…

Banana Pie: Would you like a banan?

Fezzy: You mean banana?

Banana Pie: Banan!

Fezzy: No, banana…

Banana Pie: Banan!

Fezzy: Ugggh…

Rainbow Melody: *snickers*

Some, to be perfectly honest were a bit slow…

*Group laughter*

Safari and Explorer: Hahaha - *suddenly freeze in place*

Shroud: Uuuuum…?

Chrome: It’s alright, this happens alot…


Sorry it’s on paper again. I’m laziez and I’m starting to learn how to drive and getting ready for my senior year of high schoolz :D

So to make up for it, here are the full outfit art for the cameos in another post.




















You know, even when you’re not around I still like to pretend that I have that chance to talk to you despite what has happened and what it has caused between us. But.. I can’t help but to write you these imaginary letters that you’ll never read.”

“So, here it goes.”

“Its been a bit since I’ve last spoken to you, and I can’t say that I remember your voice, but I oftentimes pretend to know every pitch and tone that resembles yours to make it feel like you would be excited to hear my stories. But its okay if I never hear your voice again, because those same endless whispers and innocent jokes that we’ve shared, I’ve learned to share with someone else now. ”

“I remember a time when I would constantly check my phone for the slightest indication that you would call me or message me to let me know that you were thinking of me, when in all honesty you never ceased to spiral around my head at, I’m embarrassed to say, but at almost obsessive rates. But now I find myself carelessly spending the hours dwelling on what I enjoy the most, and now I barely even check my phone; and you should know how much of a feat that is for me!”

“Remember that issue I had with consistency and how much I was so enthusiastic about starting things but I would soon get burned out and sort of fade it off into the background? Well, I don’t do that anymore. I try my hardest to give it my all and things have actually gotten so much better and I’ve picked up many positive habits that I love so much. You know, you were my inspiration, and as silly as it sounds you were the first thing I would strive so hard to be consistent for, and when I felt the urge to quit and fade away in the background, your kind words kept me pushing forward. And you know what, I’m so glad you helped me realize the ambition in myself.”

“I don’t cry as much anymore. My poor little sensitive heart still pulls at the smallest romantic gestures that I witness when I walk the avenue or gaze upon a couple in the coffee shop sharing a croissant and a cappuccino, and when she wasn’t paying attention he would scoop a bit of cream and place it on her nose. And they would laugh, and I would laugh, as if I partook on their small intimate moment along with them. How in the past my heart would weigh a ton, but now I feel like its grown lighter, and more hopeful, that someone else will come along and laugh with me just how we laughed together.”

“I oftentimes wonder how you’re feeling, and is if everything is going okay in your life. I wonder about how you’re feeling late at night when you’re all alone and the weight of the world is sitting on your chest and you feel like you can’t breathe; I really hope you’re breathing..”

“Do you still wear the same sweater and tennis shoes? I know they were your favorite combination in the winter time, and how you would jokingly mock me for wearing that same exact sweater partially for the warmth, but selfishly for your scent.”

“Is that group still your favorite band? I remember you saved up half of your paychecks so you and I could take a road trip to the biggest venue they were having a concert, but then I remember you couldn’t go anymore, and you were so bummed. But then we ended up rejoicing because that same concert was cancelled. Funny how that worked out, right?”

“I’ll admit, when we drifted apart a piece of me selfishly wanted you to stay and bare the burdens with me. I would twist my own arms to rekindle the flame, but you just couldn’t stand to watch me waste so much of my potential time, at least that’s what you told me. And you know.. I’m glad you told me to stop. I’m glad you didn’t just think about yourself, I’m glad you made me stop hurting myself trying to make it work. Don’t take it as I’m blaming you, but over time I understood just how valuable time was and how great you have been to me. And in return, I learned to be great to myself.”

“I really hope you still smile wholeheartedly and never freeze over. I hope that you still snort while you watch cartoons. I hope that you meet the girl of your dreams and you drown her with hugs and kisses and remind her that you love her endlessly as if it were the first time every time. I hope that you never forget me as time goes by, and we both continue on with our separate lives. But I don’t want you to miss me as your heart aches and the pain begins to set in. No, I want you to miss me and smile at our moments and how much we’ve grown with each other and hope that I’m enjoying my life and grinning from ear to ear as I did with you.”

“Because I surely am hoping for the same for you.”

“Really, I am.”

“I’ve never been so good with goodbyes, but I believe this is where the letter should end, right?

—  N.N // Clumsy Lovers #37 - Open letters

lol so every time I get this blog recommended to me it makes me freeze up all “tumblr, dont’ recommend me to myself!”

cause for the longest time I had that pic as my mobile/preview header, and the sight-reading makes me just see the P and…

idk, this is a useless post. It just amuses me cause this is not anywhere near the first time and it gets me -every time-.  You’d think i’d learn by now “that not me”


remember how you freaked out when I turned out to be older than a teenager!! well guess what