i need help this is too much

if you think none of this applies to you - odds are you need to read it

you are not entitled to anything here

your role in fandom - whether it’s reader, consumer, writer, fan, etc. - is no excuse to disregard politeness for any reason

having people on your side is no excuse to be rude

feeling as though you’re right or being told you’re right is no excuse to be rude 

your preferences and opinions are no excuse to be rude

if somebody says you were rude it’s because they perceived it that way. taking a moment to reconsider how you said something and trying a different approach to attempt a resolution makes you look more mature

approaching your friends to let them know they might be acting rudely makes you look more mature

considering that you might have made a mistake makes you look more mature

people you like or are friends with still have the capacity to be rude and/or hurt others. remember that there are many sides to a conflict before you stand on one with a friend 

alienating people for disagreements makes you look immature and cliquey

if you really hate somebody for something they’ve said or done, try defeating them with kindness rather than anger 

HOW you say something matters just as much as WHAT you say. Everyone’s feelings are valid. There is no reason fandom has to be like high school. 

Mind at Work - Peter Parker

Alright, I’m going to try and write this in Peter’s perspective.
Fic #5 of the Hamilton Prompts
Song: The Schuyler Sisters

My Dearest, Y/N,

I don’t remember the first that we met, but I do remember the first time I knew that I loved you. We were paired up in American History, which was good, because I needed help focusing, and you were nothing if not a sureness I could focus on. 

Our teacher, Ms. Darling, was obsessed with the musical, Hamilton. Which was good, because I was, too. When you quoted Hamilton lyrics to me, I knew that we were meant to be. But it was much more than just quoting it. 

We were working on our project, when one of the swimming boys, Gary Webber (Yes, pun intended), came up to you. You were still new, having only moved here late last year. Everyone was interested in you.

Excuse me, Y/N,” he said. “I know it’s not funny, but your perfume smells like your daddy’s got money.” I remember the look of shock on your face. I know you shouldn’t have looked so beautiful when you were affronted, but you did. You always did. 

“Excuse me?” you said. Everyone in the class was learning Hamilton lyrics in class, and it was no secret that you loved it, but this was a pathetic attempt. (In my humble opinion.)

Why you slummin’ in the city in your fancy heels, you searchin’ for an urchin who can give you ideals?” You smiled a little, and I worried that you maybe liked him. Especially when you started to play along.

“Webber, you disgust me.”

“Ah,” he said, his sick smirk growing larger. “So you’ve discussed me.”

“Not really.”

Hey, I’m a trust fund baby, you can trust me.” It seemed like you had been rolling your eyes the entire time, but in this moment, they went back even further.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“I’m not. I’ve been watching you all class.” He leaned over our shared table and beamed at you. (In a disgust manner, no doubt.) This was the key moment that I fell pretty much head over heels for you. 

“You know what I’ve been doing in class? I’ve been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine. Some men say that I’m intense or I’m insane. You want a revolution, I want a revelation, so listen to my declaration. We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal, and when I meet Thomas Jefferson - I’ma compel him to include women in the sequel!”

WORK!” I shouted. You looked at me and laughed. I was always impressed by the fact that you memorized the song so well. Clearly, Gary had not been as prepared as you and looked mostly confused. You rolled your eyes again and sat down next to me.

“Go away, Webber,” you said. I winked at him, because for some reason I felt pride in you, and in that moment I wanted him to know it, too. He slumped away and you sighed, before getting back to our work.

“I’m sorry about that,” I said after a few minutes.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because Gary is an asshole.” You smiled at me, and I melted. 

“It’s not your fault. But thank you. Thanks for singing along,” you said, looking down at your paper. I smiled, and probably blushed, but you weren’t looking so who cares. 

“Of course. I’m always down to sing Hamilton lyrics.” You smiled at me once more and I knew that I couldn’t not do anything. But I waited patiently.

One day in class, when Kyle Backen actually answered a question, you leaned into me to whisper, “Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now.” And when someone made a joke about our city, I leaned in to your shoulder and said, “In the greatest city in the world!” 

You would always say, because the incident with Gary Webber happened in different instances, with different boys, with different levels of success, that you were looking for a mind at work. So every time that I thought of a lyric, or something witty to say, I would say it, just to impress you. 

I hope that I did that. I hope that you think about me as much as I do. I hope you consider my mind a mind at work. 

What I really mean, is, Y/N, since this letter is addressed to you, and I’ve only been telling a story, I really like you. And I know you only see me as a friend. (If even) But I would love to get to know you better. 

So, Y/N, will you go out with me? If not, I hope that we can still be friends, because I cherish our friendship. But I would be remiss if I didn’t at least tell you.

-Peter Parker (American History)-


Originally posted by stark-industries

Tony Stark x Reader (Requested by Anon)

Heya 😊 would you maybe do a fic where Tony stark gets quite badly injured but doesn’t tell the Reader because he feels like he should be able to protect her and so doesn’t want her to think he is weak. But the reader can see he isn’t okay and finds out about his injury and helps look after him and reassure him? Ta!

“Tony, you should tell (Y/N) about this when you get home. That way she can help you out and around the house so you can heal faster.” Natasha told him, only to have him shake his head.

“No, I don’t want her knowing about this,” He gestured to the fresh stitches that covered his chest and stomach, “She’ll worry too much and she doesn’t need to.” He grumpily declared as he sat up slowly.

“Tony, she needs to know,” Steve demanded as tried to help the grumpy man into a sitting position, “You can’t just leave her in the dark. What if something happens and she doesn’t know what to do because she doesn’t know what’s wrong?” Again, Tony shook his head before pulling a shirt over his head.

“I’ll be fine.” He grunted out before standing with a groan and walking out the front door of the hospital to where he met his car that was being driven by Friday.

“Two days, I’m going over there to ask (Y/N) how he’s doing and if she doesn’t know by then, then it’s on him.” Natasha said and looked to Steve who nodded in agreement.

When you heard Friday declare Tony’s car pulling into the garage, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with relief. He had ran out for a mission almost two days ago and you hadn’t heard anything from him since. You waited by the elevator for him and when the doors opened you couldn’t help yourself from jumping towards him and wrapping him up in a hug.

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i just want one person to care about me. just one person to understand im not okay and comfort me. one person that will just hold me when i need it, someone who’ll check up on me instead of just watching me crash and burn and not doing anything. just one person who’ll help me and not leave me when they see how much of a mess i am. is it that selfish? am i really asking too much?

Piano Man

Originally posted by xehunted

Pairing: Taeil x reader
Genre: smut 
Warnings: language
Word count: 4,296

You breathed through your nostrils furiously as you scrolled down the page on the hundredth site for houses for rent you had checked that day. Nothing lived up to your expectations. Well, actually, if you were honest with yourself a lot of them lived up to your expectations, exceeding them in a lot of cases. However, even the shoddiest rooftop room seemed to be way too pricey for a college student that was trying to be independent just like you. Which also translated to “I will not be asking my parents for help” as much as it was needed in situations like this. 

You did find an apartment that was at a somewhat reasonable price, but it still being more than you could afford with the low wage of your shitty part time job. Moving out of the college dormitories was not going to be easy and you knew that, but all your plans came crumbling down as reality hit you. Neither of your three best friends could be your roommates because two of them already had one and the third one shared an apartment with their partner. Writing down the needed information about the apartment, you closed the tab and opened another one, typing in the website of your college. A lot of students could post various stuff on the home page, so it was time you typed in a post looking for a roommate. 

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Okay so mixed feelings.

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I’m really needing the money. My last commission post didn’t get much movement going so I’m making a new and updated one! I’m currently working 3 jobs and being a fulltime student, however I’ve been needing to cut my hours at one of my jobs so I can focus on classwork. As a result I’m going to be losing some money so please help a girl out! If you can a donation would be wonderful too! Donations and commissions will be through paypal at hasminae@gmail.com! Even if you can’t afford a commission please reblog/signal boost!

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Headshot: $7

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here’s a link on how to report tweets on twitter

anonymous asked:

Dear, Newt Hello my love, how are you? I miss you so much and I can't wait to see you again. The children are doing well, but Merlin is taking quite the attitude with me lately. He takes after his father. Come home soon, love.

(No name was given, so excuse me for just using terms of endearment lol)

To my dearest wife,

Forgive my late response to your letter. I fear my current….environment isn’t properly suitable for the owls to come through. They don’t carry a fondness for volcanic ash I believe…

An attitude? I admit that child will become as headstrong as Merlin himself. Yet, I am eager to see where that takes him. I do miss them terribly. So sorry, but I still have much work to do here, yet I can’t help but feel the overwhelming need to return home to you all as well. It’s been far too long since I’ve held you in my arms, my darling. The children as well. They’ll be glad to know I’ve picked up some toys for them on my travels…perhaps Merlin will lessen his attitude towards you for one…

Before you say anything, that was not an attempt at bribery. I can still hear you yelling about the occamy I gave him for his fifth birthday….


Newt Scamander

Kiss It Better Chapter 9

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Super special Thank you to @codenamekaraortiz for helping me write this part. It was my first time writing smut and I couldnt have done it without her. Love ya girl!

Kiss it better baby…

Just laying in your lap as you ran your fingers along his face and head was the medicine Juice needed. He started to relax. You are the cure. You are his drug. He put his hand on your thigh. Waited to see if you’d reject it. You didn’t. He started to caress your leg. You felt the heat and electricity rise inside you. You didn’t realize until now how much you needed him too.  

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In which I desperately need a filter that works much faster
  • Coworker 1: Hey, do you still write fanfiction?
  • Me: ...yes
  • CW1: CW2 and I are starting a writing group to help each other actually finish stuff. Do you want to do it with us?
  • Me: Uhhhh, maybe? I might be too embarrassed.
  • CW1: Why would it be embarrassing? We're really nerdy too.
  • Me: Well, I mean, my fanfiction isn't necessarily what I would consider my greatest writing. There's a lot of tropes in fic and it's got totally different rules. Like, a lot of it is just "what if the Avengers had movie night?"
  • CW2: Oh, that's fine. My wife and I are working on a cheesy YA novel. And we're making it cheesy on purpose.
  • CW1: Yeah, you could totally write about Captain America and Batman watching tv or whatever.
  • CW2: That actually sounds fun - I'd read that.
  • Me: Ummmm, well, I don't know...all of my stuff is also super gay.
  • CW1: What?
  • Me: Not like, as a pejorative! Like, none of my characters are straight...
  • CW1: Well, it's not like it's romance, right?
  • Me: Kinda?
  • CW1: I mean, you don't write sex scenes do you?
  • Me: ...not...all the time...
  • CW1: ...
  • CW2: ...
  • Me: I'm gonna run away now *gets up and leaves lunch table*

anonymous asked:

Dude ye the pope is p lit ngl (I'm sorry I abbreviate way too much it's even soaked into my life outside of the internet help)

im such a mom i have no idea what p and ngl means lmao and it’s okay even though i have no idea what you’re sayin


how has this soaked into your life outside the internet i need to know the details,

Potential Love Interests of Aloy:

Avad: What I didn’t like about his interest in her is the fact that he just likes her because she reminds him of Ersa. It just seemed creepy to me.

Varl: Varl’s cool and whatnot, but to me, he feels like Preston Garvey, but without the annoyance. I was so tempted to hear: “Another tribe needs your help!” He just seems a little too goody-good for Aloy and I think that would slow her down.

Talanah:  I don’t know much about her but from what I hear she could be a good romantic companion for Aloy.

Erend: Best for last! Heurr. He reminds me of MacCready in a way. I love how he’s like, the first to tell Aloy before the Proving that she’s smart and strong, despite that was just his flirting with her, and that he straight out tells her that what The Nora did to her was just unjustified. He reminds me of MacCready because he takes the leadership role as captain, and tries to show he’s strong, but it’s hard to hide that he’s just a smol cinnamon roll who needs his cheeks squeezed. I think he’s more fit for Aloy because he’s the kind who doesn’t back off from a fight, and is able to handle himself in such a sense.

my-one-love-is-music replied to your post “My headcanon of Q having depression has shifted. What if he had…”

Okay I’m on board with this. How do you think James would react learning about it and helping Q with his bipolar disorder before and during their relationship?

Well, I would think James would be one of those people who thoroughly researches how to be supportive. My headcanon that he has some freakin’ bad trauma/PTSD still stands. So he would believe Q when he insists he’s not faking anything, and try to learn his moods; what triggers him, what the signs are that he’s manic and not just drinking too much tea, what he needs most when he’s depressed (which is usually just being held and told it’s okay to cry). He’d learn the best ways to help Q defeat the brain weasels, and the doubts that tell Q that everyone secretly thinks he’s an arrogant prick and they hate him, and the bad headspaces. And Q would learn how to break through James’ armor, get him to trust Q with everything, so they could lean on each other, even at their worst. And even when they fight (and the fights can get pretty spectacular) they always end up sorry and forgiving each other.

Can you tell I’m a hopeless romantic

anonymous asked:

Ohh Young!White meeting Regular!Pink? (Pink, go rescue Regular!White she needs your help! XD)

Young!PD: You’re pretty quiet. For a Diamond.
Young!WD: *startling* Ah - sorry, ma'am, I- Would you like me to - I could sing-?
Young!PD: Relax, I’m not gonna hurt you. Maybe bite a bit, if you’re up for that.
YoungWD: I - yes!
YoungPD: Let’s go. These old ones spend too much time talking, not enough doing. There’s this wicked old maintenance corridor that turns into a slide into the end in the old east wing.
YoungWD: … Race you?
YoungPD: You’re ON!

Hello friends and followers (though I class you all as my friends anyway) I’m sorry for bothering you all but I just wanted to know if you’d do me a little favour?

An artist friend of mine @epizootix needs some help getting his artwork seen by more people, so if it’s not too much trouble for you would you mind going to his blog and maybe checking his art out and if there’s anything there that you like maybe give it a reblog so that even more people can see his art?

Thank you very much peoples ^-^

Getting to Know You

Tagged by @marvilus73 thank yooouuuu, I was so excited to be tagged! :D

The rule is to tag 9 people you want to know more.

Relationship status: In a relationship

Favourite colour: Soft pink (:

Pets: A kitty named Espurr who is.. not that bright, but very loving (also a creep), and a boston/pug named Beefy. He’s my sweet boy :’3

Wake up: Depends when I need to work. Early on Thursdays/Fridays and later on Mondays/Tuesdays/Wednesdays (: I try to sleep in as much as possible.

Cats or Dogs: I think this depends for me, too. I tend to click more with cats, but it depends on the cat. I often say cat right away because I had my sweet baby just recently pass who was 20. She was the sweetest, and just perfect. Couldn’t ever say dog knowing she was the kitty for me :3 But now that Beefy helped me cope with her loss, I find it hard not to include dogs XD

Coke or Pepsi: Coke, preferably. 

Day or night: Night all the way. My brain works so much better at night!

Text or call: TEXTING PLEASE. I have a hard time talking on the phone, I’m socially awkward, and it shows so much because the social cues are harder to notice on the phone.

Chapstick or lipstick: Chapstick. I don’t normally wear lipstick, to be honest. I use like, coloured chapstick sometimes, but that’s it. 

City or country: Country to live and visit. I get very uncomfortable in cities with a lot of people.

Last book I read: Currently reading A Dance with Dragons by George R. R. Martin (:

Last song I listened to: Uhh.. I have varying taste in music, so please don’t judge. Lmao. But here is the song: https://youtu.be/gVf_4Ns3qLU?list=RDgVf_4Ns3qLU 

Five facts about me:

1. I taught myself how to write by writing stories and roleplaying on Neopets growing up. I kept getting passed on from teacher to teacher, and no one actually teaching me, so I did it myself. Didn’t help I was in French immersion, though. I was also inspired to write by the video games I played. 

2. I normally gravitate to the bad guys in the shows I watch or the videogames I play. I love how complicated they are, and I often wonder what their reasons are behind how they became the way they did. There’s a lot more, too, but I always love the bad guys. Don’t judge. 

3. Even though I love the bad guys in shows and videogames, I can’t EVER play as a bad guy. I would literally cry. It’s been making the playthrough through Nuka World on Fallout 4 extra hard. Can’t join the raiders, and can’t kill them because of Gage. It’s impossible XD I just keep restarting it. Plus, I really like the maze they take you through. I bring Danse, and imagine him and my Sole really kicking butt together and looking out for each other while fighting through the raiders. 

4. I had shingles when I was in grade 3, and I have no idea why. It went over my eye and down my face, and now I have a scar on my forehead. Luckily it didn’t impact my vision, nor scar me up that bad :3

5. I just found out I’m allergic to dairy. I’ve been eating it in super large amounts for most of my life. Since I gave it up, I’ve felt a ton better and lost a lot of swelling in my body. It’s hard not eating what I used to love, but feeling better is worth more in the end!

Now to tag! Please don’t feel compelled to do this if you don’t want, or if you already did it :3

Tagging: @dualwieldingtymber, @papidanse, @rinasai, @alexaberkeley, @falsenostalgia-sundries, @deichqueen

matterofblues  asked:

When was the last time you contemplated getting Mom and Dad back together and what was the plot this time. (?)

that 20 questions meme I’m too lazy to copy/paste again

“Okay, I came up with a plan this morning and I’m going to need your help for this one. We’re gonna trick them into going hat shopping together.” Takeru lays a map down in front of Yamato. Yes, he’s put entirely too much thought into this.

You shouldn’t have asked.


15 000 000. How much is this? I can’t even imagine this amount of people in one place. But we are. And this place starts with TOP OF DA MORNIN’

If we all could hold hands we could hug the Earth!

Thank you so much for what you are doing. You are not just playing games. With your thoughts, ideas, enthusiasm you inspire me, you make my day brighter. My life now is a mess and I can’t find my place anywhere. But every time I feel bad and in need for a helping hand, I know that you are there for me. Even if you don’t know who I am. And your positivity, honesty, thoughts you share with us can really cheer me up. Thank you. Thank you so much for being here.

I was too shy to express my feelings for a long time. But now I just need to let the words out. I know it’s the right time. And I know that one day they will reach you. And so will my love, respect and support for you. And a couple of pictures :’) 

Your way is in front of you. And before the next step you can just turn around to see how much people support you, how much people can have your back if you need. 

And I hope you’ll see me there. As a voice from the crowd. As a friend.

The Community loves you, @therealjacksepticeye.💚