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|Late Night Conversations| R.MANTLE /PART ONE\

It was hard day for me. My arm is bandaged, it hurt like shit but I have this thing for you and I hope you’ll like it. 

Funny story: I came up with this idea when my doctor pulled the glass out of my skin. I’m good fam. I’m a survivor ;)) 

IMAGINE ABOUT: Reggie and reader kinda had ‘a thing’ with eachother but when Jason Blossom death comes out. Reggie immediately leaves the city leaving her with nothing but her feelings. 

I’m not supposed to be like this. 

I’m not supposed to be the sad girl who doesn’t know where the hell she’s going and what the fuck she’s doing. I’m not supposed to care too much about what anyone thinks and I’m not supposed to let words affect my choices. 

I’m supposed to be that bitchy, funny maybe a little nice girl that hungs out with her friends on weekends and goes to an average school to pursue average career. 

So far. I’ve menaged to let one person change up my life like a span of a few months. What’s killing me? I think some part of me thinks I’m supposed to be the girl who cares too much for her own good. 

My parents don’t understand me. I don’t blame them. I fucking love my parents but sometimes, I just need a break. I need a break from a lot of people and I need a break to recycle my old self to keep anyone from getting in and ripping my heart to shreds. 

Sort of like how I’m feeling right now. 

There’s no way to better describe this feelng other than the fact that I’ve tried to drown my feelings multiple times, only to find out those fuckers can swim and do  water tricks as well. 

Exams have been like hell, although I did imagine this week to consist of Reggie kissing up my neck as I study. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this, he’s gone, whatever, he didn’t choose me so fuck him right?

It’s been a few days since Reggie left, and a few days since Archie and I last spoke . Archie and I have been making eye contact at most, and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he has so much to say but can’t. 
I’ve ignored his glances and ignored his silent plea’s to confess to him my true feelings and opinion, so far it’s been good. 

In other news speaking, Reggie’s been leaving me numerous messages, in all shapes and sizes, and every single on of them made my feeling stronger than a rock.

iMessage from Reggie:

i feel sad i dont like this 

(read: 11:34pm 12/04/2017) 

iMessage from: Reggie

i let you down and i know that, but im gonna need u to not give up on me okay?

(read: 9:10am: 13/04/2017) 

iMessage from: Reggie

i dont know what is it or what we are but all i know is that im here in the middle of nowhere hungover as fuck by myself thinking of you and only you

(read: 2:47pm 14/14/2017) 

iMessage from: Reggie

i dont know what to do

(read: 9;15pm  14/14/2017) 

iMessage from Reggie: 

youre mine 

(read: 1:42am 15/04/2017) 

iMessage from Reggie: 

baby girl 

please let me know ur okay

(read: 1:45am 15/04/2017) 

iMessage from Reggie: 

i miss you like crazy 

(read: 1:50am 15/04/2017) 

iMessage from Reggie: 

im not to blame i swear to you

im so scared 

(read: 3:05am 16/05/2017) 

I sat there re-reading every message he sent, analyzing over the words and thinking about what he meand by all of them. This alien feeling in my stomach makes my eyes water whenever and my lips quiver as I read. I don’t know this feeling, and I don’t like this. Reggie’s that kind of persons, he’s the kind I think I’d never be fully mad at. 

I lay in my bed in the late at night. Thinking of nothing but Reggie’s body an my last fucking exam tommorow morning. I like this quietness, althought it would be better with Reggie. Fuck. I should stop thinking like that. I like the moonlight at this time and I like the feeling on my skin against the bed. I like it, all that it is

Just as I was about to exit my messages app, it scrolls back down to Reggie’s chat, notifying me of a new message. 

iMessage from Reggie

i wanna go home 

you read that in 2 second, u were waiting for me? please tell me u were waiting for me 

i miss your lips 

so damn much i could almost taste them 

(read: 3:27am) 

I feel so tempted to reply back. To tell him that thoughs of him have taken over my brain and I can’t help but feel like shit although he’s the one doing all the demage. He’s the one who walked out when I asked him to come clean with me, and he’s the one running away now for a reason he won’t bother telling me. 

I need to stop reminding myself that we’re not together. He can do whatever the hell he wants and i have nothing to say in it whatsoever. I can’t even allow myself to be mad at him. 

I debate in my head wheter I sould reply to ease this misery, knowing he’d been messaging me desperately for the past few days. I miss him like hell. If this is what it felt like not having his arms curled up around my body and his hair tickling my neck. I can only imagine what it would feel like withouth him at all. I decide to message him, a reply something he said says ago. My fingers type the words, staring at them for a few seconds before I press send. 

iMessage to: Reggie

I’m yours 

iMessage from: Reggie 

really?? u decide to text me back when i go to pee? now im happy and the pee wont come out properly 

iMessage to: Reggie

where r u? 

iMessage from Reggie 

im scared and im tired and i just want you 

i fucked up so bad princess, like i always do, but i want you so fucking bad 

iMessage to Reggie

you already have me 

iMessage from Reggie 


i want you now 

iMessage to Reggie

my heart hurts Reggie 

and the only person i can tell is the person who hurt me 


so fuck you 

iMessage from: Reggie

you dont understand 

iMessage to Reggie 

then explain, cause i cant go through this, im not someone you can play with and throw away, talk to me, im beggining you to talk to me 

iMessage from Reggie: 

park on 5th, right fucking now! 


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AOS Fic - In Darkness, Part VIII

For @gracieminabox

In Darkness chapter index.


Y’all know the warnings by now.

McKirk, ‘cause it’s always McKirk.

But often faltering feet
Come surest to the goal;
And they who walk in darkness meet
The sunrise of the soul

~ Henry Van Dyke

They isolate the pathogen the very next day.

An undocumented, encapsulated protist, Jim learns from Dr. M’Benga. Infecting the erythrocytes and inducing massive hemolytic anemia.

Jim understands less than half of that, but Dr. M’Benga’s words send a shiver of dread down his spine all the same. “When can I see him again?” he asks through dry lips.

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Can't Help Falling in Love With You

Pairing: T’Challa x Clumsy!Reader (also Ex-Avenger!Reader)

Summary/Prompt: He watched her at a distance, allowing himself to give in and observe her. He tuned out whatever his advisor was saying, watching as she effortlessly sparred with Steve. He thought back to all those months ago when he’d offered the members of Steve’s team to stay in his country, where they’d be safe. A part of him knew she was a big reason he’d allowed them to stay, despite the risk of angering the rest of the UN.


The one where T’challa finds himself falling for the reader, an ex-avenger, despite the fact that she’s the last person anyone would’ve thought he’d go for. Including the reader.

Words: 2,433

Warnings: Mild language, violence, blood, mentions of death.

civil war spoilers

Genre: Angst, but then fluff.

A/N: T’Challa one-shot, here to satisfy the ever growing need. Not gonna lie, the second T’Challa spoke, I knew I’d become certified T’Challa trash™. In previous one-shots, I kept saying shoot me an ask, but today I realized my asks were closed. I’m such a dumbass sometimes. Anyway, now if you want to request, you can go to my ask. Or if you want to be tagged in my next one-shot, go to my ask or message me. This one turned out to be such a monster, I love him so much. Anyway, enjoy!!

Tagged: @writingruna (for you, babe!!)
The first time she caught his eye was in Bucharest.

And it wasn’t in a cliché type way, where she smiled or laughed loudly from across the room and he thought it was the cutest sound he’d ever heard (although later he’d notice that about her).

It wasn’t because she said something that would stick with him for the rest of his life.

It was because of her clumsiness.

As they sat there watching Barnes’ interrogation, he turned to eye what Tony had called ‘Team Cap’. She had her back to him, talking with Sharon, when she took a step backwards and tripped over her own feet, causing Steve to visibly groan and Sam to laugh.

“Typical (Y/N) always tripping over something.” Natasha snorted from beside him.

Her cheeks were red when she turned around to face his direction, eyes glued to the screen above them. He had a suspicion that Sharon had turned on the monitor so that they could watch the interrogation as well, but his eyes were glued to her.

How it that she’d fought so gracefully in the parking garage, and yet in a non-combat situation she was so…clumsy?

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anonymous asked:

How do u make ur notes for revision? My biology has long and chunky sentences. In fact, just simply break down the paragraph into shorter sentences? Is there any more effective way to make notes and to make it more interesting to read at the same time? Thanks

Hi there beautiful! Ah, yeah, it’s always hard to strike a balance between functional and pretty. It feels like your question actually consists of two separate ones, so I’ll answer them in turn.

1. How to take effective notes
The hard thing about this is is that there’s not one definitive, effective way to take notes - it depends on what your preference is. I’d definitely recommend breaking the information down in short, manageable chunks - but whether you do that with pens, with arrows, in a mind-map, or on flashcards, that’s really up to you! I’d recommend you try each method out some time to see if you like it and see if the information sticks well in your brain.

Lately, I’ve been really loving this method I used here. The idea is you read a whole section in your book, and summarise the main idea in one or two sentences. Once you’ve done that, you can include other things of note - e.g. terms you need to know - underneath that main idea. I’ve found that it really makes me think about what I’ve been reading, and it sometimes means I have to go back and re-read bits again to see if it’s really sunk in. Again, though, I’ve found that it works well for me, and it might not work for you!

2. How to make your notes more interesting to read
No one likes to revise from boring notes, true. While it sometimes truly can’t be helped, you can always jazz up your notes with doodles, drawings, arrows, different coloured pens, etc. You can always try out different things to see what sticks well in your brain. Personally, using two different coloured pens and a highlighter for super important must not forget bits is the way to go for me. I get distracted by drawings and arrows and things. I think it’s important to remember that while you can imitate someone else’s pretty notes, if it doesn’t work for you, it’s not a good thing!

If you’d like some inspiration, you can always look through my Biology notes tag, filled with beautiful notes from around the studyblr community! Hope that helps a bit! x

Summary: A strange incident reveals that April possess a new power–the ability to read minds. Taking place about just before the Tiger Claw arc in season two, April’s new power comes with pros and cons. But maybe, just maybe, she can use it to see who Karai really is–and who knows; she might like what she finds.

Rating: PG-13 (for language).
Universe: TMNT 2012.
Tags/Warnings: spoilers for ‘Wrath of Tiger Claw’ but it stops being canon-compliant after that, April/Karai and hints of Leo/Karai.

Author: hheroes

Artist: jinja-neko

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April kind of likes meditating, but she also kind of hates it.

On one hand, being in tune with oneself is a gift. She treasures the precious moments where she can look into herself and see something; it makes her feel like she’s staring into the universe and seeing eternity itself. It makes her feel like there are entire galaxies within her, waiting to be explored.

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