i never thought it would come to this number

I stopped shaving my legs every other day
I stopped only eating citras and drinking a gallon of water a day
I started smoking weed with my friends
I stopped bringing my phone with me to Temple, to coffee houses, to record stores, to concerts
I stopped ignoring my family and started baking cookies and pancakes with bananas and nuts and apples
I’ve made 32 pancakes since Friday,
I’ve burnt 13 but I’m getting there
I won’t let you burn me anymore I’m so fucking sick of flames
Turns out I don’t get off on pain
I don’t get off on being treated like a toy
I do not enjoy having a collection of sticky notes covered in conversation topics because you never held up your end
It’s true that one person always loves more but the other side needs to give something
You knew this would happen I have to go for my own self respect
I should’ve known when you stopped sending good morning texts
Or when your texts didn’t come at all until
late at night
When your words were always about sex
Maybe I should have turned my phone off or blocked your number when you told me about the first girl
Or the second or the third
But I thought you were worth it that I’d never find a better guy
You always listened you respected my boundaries
It’s probably easy when you have six other girls who will give you what I protect
I’m not picking up this time
I’m not checking your timeline I’m not listening to your music
I’m not dying my hair your favorite color or getting a tattoo
You
You don’t deserve my kind of love
Not from me,
You deserve a quiet love that won’t take up too much time
You killed me over and over again
You wasted and
disrespected me without even noticing
My heart has been replaced with beetles and old peach pits but soon
You won’t live there anymore to poison my wood
Flowers will bloom in my brain once again
Watered by my own love and confidence
Planted by me for me
You will never see them
Lilacs and roses were my favorite before you
Fuck your daisies you’re the one who cut them down
—  I Always Grow Back
SJM books ranked from least emo to most emo

1) 

okay yeah i know, rowan gets shot, and like, Chaolaena shippers probably cried a lot but Arobyn dies so over all it’s a good experience.

2) 

ALRIGHT LOOK I KNOW IT WAS AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER BUT. No one important actually dies aside from Suri and Feyre is way more recovered from her trauma in this one so the first person PoV is just happier in general, and Nesta and Elain take down Hybern so really who can complain 

3) 

The emo book that started it all. Pretty emo bc it opens with the protagonist getting released from the slave mines and she is emaciated but Dorian and Chaol are Hot™ and Hetero™ so it’s all good

4)

Pretty depressing that there are 5 books more emo than this one seeing as how in this one the protagonist goes from a shit home life to a shit boyfriend to dying in order to save the entire world. But you know, all in a day’s read??

5) 

Okay so this is where it really goes downhill. WTF Maas. Why’d you have to write Sam Cortlans’s death. I don’t think any of us really wanted it but you gave it to us anyway. But the rest of the book is like, not too emo, except it does hurt seeing Celaena systematically ruin all of her personal relationships. 

6)

Um alright, so this one, idk….emo because Nehemia, like why why why?? I’ll be asking that question until my own death honestly. But also, the end of Chaolaena, the end of Dorealna/Doraelin, also, Aelin?? Who the f is that?? Well now we know, and Chaol’s not pleased about it, and Celaena/Aelin has to be sent away on a ship and wow, this book was just, not a happy read. (this is the only one with a starred review on Kirkus so go figure…)

7) 

Ik wtf, this should be last you’re thinking. But nah, I said emo, not painful. And without the last 100 pages, this would rank at idk, number 3 or so. But those last 100 pages. Fuck me up Maas. I’m still not capable of forming complete thoughts about it and I read it 8 months ago. It’s like she sat down and said, How can I write the MOST painful, bloody ending ever? Idk, maybe have Aelin whipped, have her refuse to count the lashes bc shes waiting for Rowan, but Rowan never comes, oh and here’s an iron coffin let’s shove her inside there too, and ps they are mates and carranam and husband and wife and also Lysandra is going to pretend to be Aelin forever because Aelin is the literal sacrifice to save the world, okay bye now thanks for reading. No, F u Maas. F u. 

8)

Okay so this is a fan favorite but it’s also almost the MOST emo. Coincidence? I think not. Anyways, this is emo because the narrator is suffering from PTSD for the whole book and also suffers through an abusive relationship and her ex bf tries to hunt her down and her new bf lies to her about being her Mate and Immortal Husband and she’s just…not pleased. Basically read this if you hate men but love bats. Not the most emo though because Mor is in this book, and also Velaris. 

9)

Where do I even start? Aelin’s hella depressed and doesn’t really know what name she should use, she’s bitter and angry and depressed about the burden of being queen, and Rowan thinks she is a little shit. Except he is also bitter and angry and depressed, because his mate died, and they have to learn how to stop being bitter and angry and depressed together except it takes aelin burning herself out and nearly dying and then aelin almost dying for real again when fighting valg to get them to realize that. Also, Manon is in this book and she doesn’t know how to feel anything yet, so that’s pretty emo as well. Also idk, i think this might be when the wyrven dies? Not sure, but emo. Dorian and Chaol- also emo a lot. Emo because Aedion is alive?? And has no clue where Aelin has been all these years. Emo because Sorscha dies. Emo because it ends with Dorian enslaved to the Valg. just. Not a fun book. But also a fan favorite. 

All Over Again

The first time he falls in love with Otabek Altin, he was sixteen years old.

Of all places, it was in Hasetsu. His fingers fumbled with the chopsticks in his hand, and the Kazakh took notice of it. His smile and his words were gentle, humouring, as he placed his hand on top of the Russian’s. Step by step, careful movements, a mother’s tutorial.

“Perfect, Yura.”

There had been something wrong with his heart right then; because just like his jumps on the ice, it flipped inside of his chest - it was a sensation all too powerful and consuming, unfamiliar and terrifying to the boy during the height in the Era of ‘What-the-fuckery’ of teenage years. He had to double check. Triple. Quad. At five his heart would wrench so tightly in his chest he had to excuse himself to leave. 

He didn’t remember where he went. 

It was somewhere on the ice when he found himself breathing steadily, his thoughts somewhere else. Somewhere where it was raining. It was always raining somewhere else. 

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Evermore (Reprise) NEW LYRICS

I wanted to hear a reprise but didn’t get one, so I wrote my own.

THIS IS THE UPDATED VERSION WITH THE SAME NUMBER OF STANZAS AS THE ORIGINAL

READ IT ON AO3 HERE (hit me with a kudos if you liked it! depending on the reception, I might do a reprise for Days in the Sun…)

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I was the one who lost it all

I thought that it had been too late

I never dreamed she would come back into my life

And free me from that state


Too long I only felt the pain

For years all I knew was despair

Then she reached deep into my melancholy heart

And answered my soul’s prayer


Now I know she’ll never leave me

Even at the end of days

She will still inspire me,

Stay beside me,

Love me, come what may

And with every passing hour

I can’t help but love her more

I smile to think she walked back in

To be with me for evermore


My life has suddenly begun

I see the dawning of the light

When I lost all hope of living days in the sun

Her love has banished night


Now I know she’ll never leave me

Something fate cannot undo

I promise to love her

Be there for her

Never say adieu

And with every passing hour

I can’t help but love her more


I should have known that love would win

And as these sunny days begin

I’ll think of how she walked back in

To be with me for evermore

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Bonus points if you can spot the references! (Four to two other songs in BatB AND a reference to the new BatB book Lost In A Book)

checkmate

genre: fuckboy!au

star of the show: NCT’s Jaehyun

word count: 2,378 words

author’s note: finally. after three days it is done. super big shoutout to @chittaporno for helping me out with the plot and stuff :)

Originally posted by 94ten

opening line: “The worst type of guy to be attracted to is the one who only wants you for the thought of the chase… yet you’re still hopelessly and helplessly attracted because you can’t help but ponder on the possibility of there existing something more.” 

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anonymous asked:

Hey if you need a prompt to write I really like the idea of Lance with synesthesia. I find synesthesia reeeeeaaallly cool and it could make for some interesting stories. Also I live for langst and I've been going though your blog looking at your past stories and amazing cosplays like all day and you are like my new favorite person on tumblr. Hope that's not too creepy. ❤️

Okay!

I had to do a lot of research on this so I hope I brought it justice. 

Slight Reference to Bullies 

Lance was around 6 when he realized that he didn’t see the world the same as everyone else. He saw things differently. He tasted things differently. He smelled things differently. 

Lance never talked about what he experienced until one day he told his mom that he didn’t like the word ‘Blue’ because it tasted weird. 

Lance didn’t quite understand why she laughed at him when he said that. Everyone can taste words right? 

Lance had never been more wrong in his life. 

After a few months of being picked on by his siblings and the laughing stock of his parents he was finally diagnosed. Synesthesia.

It wasn’t anything bad, just made him very different from other people. 

Lance didn’t mind, he simply started to learn what made him uncomfortable. 

The words Blue and Pineapple were a no go for him. It made his mouth feel weird and he was always had an awful taste in his mouth when he said them. 

The number 17 was always yellow. 14 was purple and 349 was vibrant pink. Lance didn’t mind the colors and numbers that much, only when the colors were with there right number. It would always make him slightly uncomfortable when he saw 17 in pink or 14 in green. It just wasn’t normal to him. 

The sensations that moved over his skin likes waves, were the worst. Everytime Lance smelled broccoli or raw meat his skin crawled. He couldn’t get it to stop until he was away from the smell. 

-

Lance grew used to bullies throughout his years in school. It didn’t take long for people to notice what made Lance uncomfortable. Once they did, they would use it against him. 

They would write numbers in the wrong color, they would trick Lance into saying blue, they would eat broccoli right next to him. 

Lance couldn’t escape it. Not even at the Garrison. 

Lance thanked every God under the sun that he got a understanding roommate, a boy named Hunk. Hunk was very supportive of him and tried to make Lance’s days as easy as possible. No broccoli or raw meat, no horrible words, no wrong color numbers. 

-

When Lance joined Voltron, he was faced with 5 new people that knew nothing of his situation. 

Lucky Lance never had to look at numbers but sometimes the food goo would smell a little too close to broccoli. Those meals were always the hardest for Lance, he couldn’t exactly get up and leave the table. 

Even when Lance was on Earth his mother would serve broccoli and tell Lance to suck it up when he started to shift in his seat and rub his arms. 

Of course Lance had to pilot the Blue lion, and he had to say the word ‘Blue’ more than he ever wanted. 

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Lance eventually started to use his  synesthesia to his and the entire team’s advantage. He was able to remember certain passcodes due to the colors that he familiarized with certain numbers. He never knew the code perfectly but he would see pink in his head and know the number. 

Lance was also more creativity than his team so he found himself helping Pidge and Hunk come up with new machines. 

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He still hadn’t opened up to his team (excluding Hunk) because of his fear of how they would treat him. However after living with the team for a few months he didn’t care what they thought or how they reacted. 

Lance entered the bridge where everyone was standing, Lance filled his lungs with oxygen and spoke loud and clear. “I have something to tell you all.” 

Sorry it took so long! 

I can see why you’re interested in this topic! Once I started to research I couldn’t stop <3 

I hope you like it!

Thank you <333

Also I’m happy that you like my blog! 

Short Headcanon:

(Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader)

Requested: yes, by bae @carryonmy-assbutt

Request: Could you do short batmom with Bruce (he’s like 6ft2" and I thought it would be cute) please? :3 / Or it could be a HC:D

Warning/s: fluff


  • Honestly this is too cute to watch
  • Your height compared to his is like comparing a kitten to a skyscraper
  • He’s huge! (in more ways than the other ;P)
  • But seriously, his shoulders are taller than you are
  • Sometimes it makes you feel useless
  • But Bruce being the wonderful husband he is never let’s you feel like that
  • He would always bring out The List whenever you doubt your height
  • “Number 54: your height is perfect for spooning”
  • Some are cute like that
  • “Number 66: your height comes in handy for discounts when we’re grocery shopping”
  • And some are not
  • As mentioned he loves spooning with you, he curls around your form and pulls you into him
  • It’s like he’s your cocoon and you’re the caterpillar in it
  • When Bruce hugs you from behind he has a habit of putting his chin on top of your head
  • There are at least a dozen of pictures of Bruce and (y/n) Wayne with Bruce’s chin on your head and hugging you
  • The point is, it’s cute
i’m so tired but i can’t sleep because whenever i sleep i dream of you and i’m so tired of waking up crying.

the littlest things remind me of you, things i never expect to, and i break down in the middle of conversations with your name on my lips.

i wish you would say something - anything - to me, i’m desperate to know how you’re doing and if you’re okay, how your mom is and if your dog got any new toys.. or you could tell me to fuck off, tell me you hate me, and i would take if because this silence between us is killing me.

have you blocked my number or are you just ignoring me?

it hurts i don’t know how to make it stop hurting i can’t breathe i wanna die everything hurts so bad please help me if hurts

i just want to come home.

please let me come home.
—  texts i’ll never send
(cc, 2017)
try again {part i}

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word count: 1,423

A/N: This is part one of the angsty/emotional series I was talking about the other day. Feedback would be great. Let me know if you think I should continue it!!

Tears stung my eyes and my heart felt heavy in my chest. I should be used to this by now, but I’m not. I never will be. It’s so tiresome and heart wrenching.

Shawn sat beside me. He wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my arm gently while we sat in the floor of our bathroom. He gingerly caressed my hair and kissed my forehead, attempting to soothe me. It was difficult to be soothed at this point, though.

“Darling, please don’t cry. We can try again.” he said sweetly, but his words irritated me. He didn’t understand what this was like for me, he never would. I tried not to sound angry when I spoke to him.

“That’s all we have been doing for the past two years, Shawn! It’s not going to work. It will never work. There is no trying again. We just need to face the fact that there’s something wrong with me and we can’t have a baby. We’re never going to have any children.” I spat out, I was surprised at how hurtful my words sounded.

“How do we know it’s you? It’s not necessarily because you can’t get pregnant.” Shawn said. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me, we don’t know.”

I looked at the pregnancy test setting on the bathroom counter. I thought about how many of those I had bought since Shawn and I had been married. Then I thought about how many of them ended up saying not pregnant, which sadly was the same number. It had gotten to the point where Shawn and I both got giddy whenever my period was just a day late. I knew now to never get my hopes up because I knew what it would say every time: not pregnant. My thoughts made my head throb and the crying only made it ache worse. I rested my head in my hands, trying to resist the pounding headache that was coming.

Shawn rubbed my back lovingly with his large hands. He soon left the floor and walked across the room, starting a bath. I hoped he made the water hot how I liked it. I smelled the rosemary and lavender bubble bath that I always used when I was upset. The loving gesture by Shawn made me want to smile, but I couldn’t. I stood up to walk over to the bathtub. I removed my clothes and sank into the water, which was steaming hot. Shawn had already went to our bedroom, leaving me for some alone time.

I took my time washing my hair. I needed to calm myself as much as possible and besides Shawn, a hot bath was the only thing that could soothe me like this. After washing my body and letting the water turn cold, I stepped out onto the towel Shawn had left on the floor and picked up the one he left for me to dry my body with. I subconsciously did my nightly routine and nearly fell asleep while doing so. I paced across the cold floor the crawl into bed with Shawn. Too tired to dry my hair, I went to bed with it wet and cold. Regardless of this, Shawn still cuddled me against his chest.

I glanced over at the clock to see it was around midnight already. I was exhausted but couldn’t fall asleep. I knew Shawn hadn’t fallen asleep either, because he still fidgeted while laying next to me.

“Thank you for starting a bubble bath for me.” I thanked him.

“No problem, did you enjoy it?”

“I loved it. I’m sorry for raising my voice at you earlier..” I trailed off, “I just get so frustrated.” Shawn nodded his head to tell me understood. His facial expression and his eyes told me he was listening to me, so I continued to talk.

“Some people don’t even want to have a baby and they do. You and I want a baby more than anyone does. We try for over a year, nearly two and we can’t have one.” My face now felt hot and prickly. Tears threatened to spill over once more and I did not stop them. “Before we even got engaged, we talked about what a big family we wanted and how exciting it would all be. We can’t even have one baby, not one, Shawn.”

At this point, I was sobbing and Shawn was holding me against his chest. He kissed my forehead and calmed me somewhat.

“Hey, look at me. Baby, look at me.” I looked up at him and he spoke quietly to me. “I’m not going to lie and tell you it’s okay because we both know it’s not. This is heartbreaking for the both of us. But we will find a way to make this work, we’ll find a way to have the family we have both always wanted, okay?”

“Okay.” I replied, but I didn’t believe it.

We said our goodnights then finally fell asleep. Tears stuck to my face as I fell asleep, but I was too comfortable in Shawn’s strong arms to wipe them away.


I awoke the next morning before Shawn. I didn’t get out of bed yet because I needed his comfort still. While waiting for Shawn to awake, I became lost in my thoughts. Wouldn’t this just be easier if we just told someone what we were going through? We could tell both of our parents, surely they would be some help if they knew. No, we cannot tell them. I don’t want anyone’s pity and I know Shawn doesn’t either.

It would be much easier to let some of our family know, but I loathe to be pitied. For now, we would just let everyone think we were waiting until Shawn’s career slowed down. In reality, we were willing to raise children even with Shawn’s hectic career and our chaotic lives.

As soon as Shawn and I knew we were completely in love with each other over six years ago, we began talking about our future together. Our future included buying an apartment together, getting married, travel the world together, and lastly, have children. Having children was the only thing on that list of our future that we hadn’t fulfilled yet. Sometimes, I think maybe we waited too late. We waited too long to get married and now either one of us or both of us aren’t at our ‘prime’ to have children.

No matter what was causing us to not be able to have a baby, I still dreamed of the pitter-patter of little feet running all around our house. I dreamed of first words and first birthdays and first steps. I dreamed of a house full of children. Shawn and I both wanted at least three, maybe more. I even yearned for the nights awake with Shawn, trying to calm our screaming newborn in the early hours of the morning. I wanted it all.

While Shawn slept so peacefully, I took in his gorgeous features and thought of how beautiful our children could be. They could have his dark hair and plump lips, my tan skin, both of our big, radiant brown eyes. I smiled, picturing how beautiful our children would be if we could ever have any, and began twirling my fingers through tufts of Shawn’s hair. He started to move then his eyes fluttered open. He smiled when he saw me playing with his hair.

“Morning, love.” he spoke in raspy voice before kissing my nose.

“Goodmorning.” I replied.


The next night while laying on the couch together, Shawn brought up the subject.

“So, what do you want to do about this?” he said. He didn’t even have to tell me because I knew ‘this’ meant not being able to conceive. I looked at him, trying to process what all of this even meant, what could we do?

“We could go to the doctor, they’ll probably run some tests to see if there’s some type of physical condition causing this. If not, they will probably send me for infertility treatments.” I spoke quietly. Shawn nodded.

“I’ll cancel the photo shoot I have tomorrow, we will go to the doctor tomorrow, sound good?”

“Okay.” I lied, but it didn’t sound good. I didn’t want to have my fears confirmed. I didn’t want them to tell us we couldn’t have children. Shawn and I ended up falling asleep on the couch that night. Partly because we were too comfortable to get up, but mostly because we were too exhausted.

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[[request prompt(s): Can I request a Drabble? I’d love if you wrote one for Peter in which he helps the reader through her insecurities because she doesn’t think she’s pretty due to scars from something like acne or something like that. + hey!!! congrats on 1000 followers! I was wondering if you can do a drabble with Peter Parker? like the reader has acne marks and sometimes she gets self-conscious about it, and when peter notices this, he just starts kissing her all over her face or some fluff like that??]]

I really wanted to do this prompt(s) and finally had the time to write it ♡

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

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signifiedbutthead  asked:

What are your favorite zen master episodes? Both from earlier seasons and five/six

This is a blog run by lots of people, so I invite my partners to answer with their favorites too :) Mine (Nina/jacquelineshyde) would be:

  • Season 1, episode episode 18: Career Day. 
    I think this is the episode when we start noticing how similar Hyde and Jackie’s deeper wounds are. They both have absent parents and they both seek for advice and attention on more loving parents they know, The Formans. In this case, Red. Who also shows us he is truly a great dad. 

    That small smile Hyde gives Jackie when she goes under the car again is just adorable. I also love seeing Jackie working with cars, I wish this was something that had stayed with the show.
  • Season 1, episode 19: Prom Night. 
    This is when I started to ship them.

    Until this episode, Hyde’s characterization was horrible for me. I didn’t like him at all until this episode happened. Because he is shown as a person who cares and respects other people’s struggles and desires. He tries to help Jackie, not because she is his friend or because he likes her, but because he can’t stand her crying and knows it’s the right thing to do. 

    He later makes Kelso go back to her, even knowing his stupid friend may hurt her again, because in that moment is the right thing to do. We get to see a part of Hyde we didn’t until this episode, and I love that Jackie is the first character to bring up this charcterization from Hyde. It tells you a lot, and its curious due to how things go between them later ;) 

    While Jackie, we see her as a real human being here. She is sad, she struggles, she wants to enjoy something like any other teenager and she is going through a hard time. She’s vulnerable but also she is shown as th strong character she is. She walks and dances, and dress up beautiful for her prom even knowing she will be seeing Kelso. 

    The way she compliments Hyde, makes a good observation about herself and asks to mee his mother, tells you she is more than her shallow mask. It’s good to see that.

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Easily Bewildered

Bewildered; the first time someone used the word, I nearly laughed aloud.
There was a group of varied students sitting across the lawn, grouped together in the shade of a tree, all decked out in weird jewelry and with circles around their eyes, hurried pen ink on their wrists. I was at a picnic bench, sitting with my friends from lab, working on some report or something. There was a lull in the conversation, and the hushed voices, filled with awe, scattered across the grass of the lawn towards us. I was looking absentmindedly at my phone, and when I heard the strange phrase, I burst out laughing. Their voices were so quiet, almost afraid, and like so much else at this school, I didn’t take it into account. I instantly lumped them in with the other students, overly superstitious and quiet, clinging to their iron and their salt like this was some episode of Supernatural.
The first time I heard bewildered, I laughed. 

The second time, it was coming from the mouth of my Hall Advisor, in the longest informational lecture I’d gotten that year. I was sitting on a couch in the overly cramped common room, squished in-between two of my closest friends from bio lab, and we were already bored and over dramatically rolling our eyes at one another before it even began. They were talking firmly, as if they believed in everything they were saying, reminding us very sternly of the “advice” from the beginning of the year. Every year. It was about the third or fourth time I’d heard this lecture, despite not having been here that many years. Sometimes, I wondered if the weirdness would ever end, and just leave me to do my labs and lose my mind in peace.
“Don’t go out late at night, if you have to, make sure you stay on the path.” Well, duh. I looked to my right, and met the eyes of my lab partner, who was just perishing of boredom. I could tell she wanted to be on her phone, but we’d managed to be polite this far, so maybe we could make it to the end of the meeting. Our HA would appreciate it.
“Don’t go near the woods. We’ve had way more kids get bewildered this year, it’s not normal and you all really need to step it up.” I snickered. The friend to my left said something under eir breath, and my other friend suppressed a laugh, and we tried, really hard.
Our HA didn’t appreciate it. They stared us down for a moment, while some other students clutched their iron necklaces or slipped hands into pockets, making fists around what was probably salt, if I knew this floor well enough. I elbowed my lab partner in the side, and she shut up, em quickly following suit. Shockingly, we managed the rest of the meeting, finally slipping out and snickering, finally sharing all of the snide comments that had built up the whole time. Other students walked out glumly, faces pale, shoulders slumped.

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anonymous asked:

I'm going to be a freshman in college this fall and I'm running for a D1 school. Do you have any advice for me like overall??? Like running mindset or important tips? Thank you :)

Ugh soooo much advice. I will try and keep it short:

  • Do what is best for you. You know your body better than anyone else, do not let what others are doing influence what you know is right for you.
  • You’re going to see girls on your team, or on other teams, eat only salads, count their calories, and say no to dessert. Just because they do it, does not mean you need to. Food is fuel. Treat yourself often. Great runners can have pizza and french fries sometimes.
  • Stay focused. You have the rest of your life to party, but 4 years to make big things happen.
  • Never count yourself out.
  • PRs do not happen every week, month, season, or even year. Do not let this discourage you. 
  • Encourage your team to do fun activities like making crafts, having a family dinners, going out for ice cream, etc. Creating a fun environment that doesn’t involve alcohol will be key in your team’s success!
  • You can be a team leader as a freshman by leading by example. Be dedicated, kind, passionate, and humble. People will admire these traits and aspire to replicate them.
  • You’re going to experience short periods of time where running feels impossible. You’ll hate it and maybe even wish you could quite. I’ve found that mental breaks are sooooo important. If you feel like this, and you’re at a point in the season where you can- take a couple days off. Mental health always comes first.
  • When I started running collegiately I was shocked by the number of girls I encountered with eating disorders. I never in a thousand years thought I would ever be one of them, but I was. If you are struggling, reach out and get help. It is soooo important.
  • Get your blood checked regularly- especially for iron!

Hope this helps! You’re in for one wild ride but these are going to be the fastest four years of your life. 12 seasons fly by in the blink of an eye. If you are successful, soak that shit up. Savor every moment. Do not be too hard on yourself- appreciate your success and do not dwell on your failures. We all go through them! Best of luck!

Mark Imagine - Missed Opportunity

A/N - Requested by an anon. This one’s quite different from stuff I’ve done before but I hope you all enjoy it! It’s not going to be as fluffy as my imagines usually are so get ready for some feels haha. Keep on sending in your requests too~

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You watched as your son ran around the playground, laughing with all the other children. It was moments like this where being a single parent was fun; it made you realise that all the stress and difficulty was worth it. It was all worth it for him. 4 years ago when your boyfriend left you for another woman, you had worried that having his child would only be a constant reminder that he had left you but in actual fact, this child was just your own little slice of heaven and you loved him more than anything.

“Long time no see, (Y/N),” a familiar voice said from beside you. Turning to look at who was there, you were greeted with a face you hadn’t seen in the 4 years since he left you. Mark. Your ex and the father of your child.
“Oh, hi, Mark.”
“What brings you to a kid’s playground?”
“I could ask you the same question.”
“I was just shooting something with the members, you remember them, right? And then I saw you and felt like I had to come say hi.”
“Well, hi.”
“I answered, so what’s your reason?”
“Being a bit nosy, aren’t we? I’m here because of that little boy there,” you said pointing towards your son who had noticed the man sitting beside you.
“He’s my little one.”
“Oh I didn’t know you had a kid…” Mark sounded disappointed, as if some hope within him had been crushed.
“Yeah, I didn’t think you would know.” The mood shifted and was now much more awkward between you both. 

Before the uneasy tension could get worse, your son ran up to you laughing.
“Mum! Who’s this?” He looked inquisitively at Mark, recognising his face but not well enough. You hadn’t told him who his dad was yet but had told him about Got7 so he knew at least something about his father.
“This is Mark, one of Mummy’s old friends. Say hello to him, sweetie.”
“Hi, Mark,” he said as he buried his face in your leg from shyness.
“Hi,” Mark replied, giggling at him.
“Hey, sweetie, why don’t you go and play for a little bit longer before we leave, okay?”
“Okay, mummy!” He said, running off towards the group of children he had been with before.
“He’s sweet.”
“He is,” you replied, smiling fondly at your little boy. You closed your eyes for a few seconds and turned to Mark, knowing you’d have to tell him the truth. “Mark, there’s something you should know. When you broke up with me all those years ago, I was pregnant at the time. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to stay in a relationship that you had intended to leave just because of a child. That might have not been the right choice in your eyes but for me it was. You don’t have to take any kind of active role in being his father and quite honestly I don’t want you to. But I thought you do have the right to know.” Mark sat in silence, trying to take in everything you had said.

“What if I want to help out?” He asked, looking at you wide-eyed.
“What?”
“I miss you, (Y/N). I know I’m the one who left you but I actually came over here initially to try and reconcile things between us. I really really regret leaving you all those years ago, especially since we have a kid.”
“Not we, I have a kid. Mark, listen. You’re the one who ended things and I’m not letting you be the one to start things again. Our relationship ended 4 years ago when you decided there was someone out there better than me. You can help support him if you want but we aren’t getting back together.”
“But he’s my son, I have the right to see him.”
“Until now you didn’t know he existed. Look, I know it’s hard and I will let you see him if you wish to but he doesn’t know you’re his dad and I’d rather keep it like that until he’s older and can understand better.”
“(Y/N), don’t you still love me like you used to?”
“No I don’t, Mark. I loved you then but now the only person I care about is my son. Here’s my number so you can text me when you’re free and you can spend some time with him but I have to leave now. Bye, Mark.” You stood up and went to go find your child while Mark sat there on the bench, heart broken and tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He had come over to make things better between you both but now he feared he had only made them worse. Thoughts rushed through his head as he wondered what life would have been like if he had never left. His eyes followed you and he couldn’t help but hate himself for losing you. For losing all chances of a family.

Insidious (3)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

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It’s been a week since I’ve been living in Kai’s house. In all honesty, I thought that I would have a lot to complain about by now, but I didn’t. It wasn’t as bad as I initially thought it would be.

I’ve been keeping my word. I don’t ask him unnecessary questions and have given him no reason to be suspicious of me. I prepare breakfast every morning and dinner every night. I clean to keep my mind off things and since his house is really big, it keeps me busy. I’ve started to feel sort of like a live-in maid, but I’d prefer that term than being labelled a hostage.

As much as I feel safe in this house from the other gang that apparently wants my head, it’s not ideal for me to stay here. I don’t want to live like this for very long.

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Starlight Grounds - Phillipa Soo x Reader

Summary: The reader is a barista at a coffee shop. There is a beautiful girl who comes in at the same time every day to get the same drink. She asks after the music. A mixtape happens. 

Warnings: None, except for MAJOR TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF. Honestly. 

Words: 2,424

A/N: Day 2 of the Write-A-Thon! Sorry for posting so late, I had a really big day. There are songs that go along with this fic, and I’ll add links in the paragraphs! Just click on the titles. Thank you to @protecting-my-legacy for proofreading this and letting me use your wonderful self as a side character. 

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Starlight Grounds was a little hole in the wall coffee shop, tucked neatly into the corner of West 46th Street in the busy crowd of New York City. It serviced the tired actors and crew who needed a morning pick-me-up before going to a day of rehearsals at the Richard Rodgers, which happened to be just down the street. Every day was a long one, even for such a small coffee shop, but the job was happy and provided good tips. It was perfect for you.

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Prank wars?

A/N: sooooooooo i was bored watching the twins’ videos and i decided hey why not make an imagine based off of the video where Grayson ties Ethan up in a tree and scared him with a clown mask and i kinda wanna turn this into something like different prank imagines in one category idk you’ll understand as i go on. so enjoy @stydiascreams

warning: light cursing

Originally posted by dolanslife

You were facetiming Grayson while he was in New Jersey since you were still in LA for school and he was telling you how he was pranked by Ethan and wanted to get him back but he didn’t know what to do. “Come on babe, you’re great at pranking help me out a bit.” You sighed softly flipping a page in your textbook “Gray you know I’d love to but I’m studying and I just can’t get this chapter to stick in my brain, can you wait like 15 minutes?” You stuck your bottom lip out giving him the puppy dog eyes which caused him to smile and nod “Yes I can wait baby.” You smiled wide and thanked him. You went back to studying you stuck your tongue out concentrating on the page you’re reading he chuckled and looked at you “You’re adorable babe.” You smiled and closed your textbook. “I’m all yours baby” He smiled and looked back at you “Help me prank Ethan” He whined you giggled thinking a bit “Is he still afraid of clowns?” Gray nodded and looked around for Ethan “Yes, why?” You smirked and looked up “Uh Gray I gotta go, can I talk to you later?” He raised an eyebrow and nodded “Um sure, I love you babe.” You stood up putting on your jacket “Yeah love you too baby.” You hung up as you walked out of your room. “That was weird.” Grayson mumbled to himself “What was weird?” He looked up watching Ethan grab a water “Y/N, she rushed off the phone and before that she looked up like someone was there. E, is she cheating on me?“ Ethan’s head snapped in his direction “Y/N? Are we talking about the same person, bro she would never do that. One time she got upset when you didn’t text her back when you went and got the mail.” Grayson ran his hand through his hair. “You’re right bro, she wouldn’t do that. When’s cam coming?” Ethan thought for a second “Uh tomorrow I think”Grayson picked up his phone dialing Cameron’s number “Maybe I can get Cam to go check on Y/N or call her to see where she is.” Grayson put the phone to his ear waiting on her to answer. You and Cameron decided to get lunch before your flight when all of a sudden Grayson’s name pops up on her phone she looks up at me “Should I answer it?” You nodded and sat back “But don’t tell him you’re with me, or that I’m coming with you because I want to surprise him.” She nodded and answered her phone putting it on speaker “Whats up bro?” She beamed you heard him sigh he really sounded stressed maybe you should’ve eased into leaving earlier instead of rushing. “Cam, can you go check on Y/N she left in kind of a hurry and I think someone was with her.” Cameron looked and nodded “Yeah i’ll go check on her now and call you back when I get there.” You bit the inside of your cheek packing up your food Cameron hung up the phone packing up her food as well “Well, time to go back to your apartment for a few minutes to make sure you’re okay then to Jersey we go” You stood up getting back in her car buckling up. “I don’t even know how he’s going to react, hopefully he’ll be excited” You smiled watching Cameron drive finally the two of you reached your apartment “You go inside and I’ll facetime Gray as I knock on the door just say something that makes sense. I don’t know.” She knocked on the door calling Grayson you waited until you heard her say hello. You smiled and answered the door “Hey Cam whats up?” She tried her best not to smile “Gray wanted me to check on you, he said you left in a hurry.” You nodded and held up food “My food was here and the guy was impatient I would’ve taken my phone with me but my phone was dying. Maybe I should call Gray and explain” You pulled your phone out of your pocket “I’m on the phone with him right now.” She turned the phone around showing your smiling boyfriend “Why didn’t you tell me, it’s food babe.” You shrugged checked the time on your phone. “I have to go, I have some studying to do and a essay due in the morning. I’ll text you later Gray.” The two of your said your goodbyes, Cameron hung up the phone and looked at you “Lets go get on that flight.” You smiled and picked up your bag locking the door behind you.

-Time skip-

The plane ride felt so long you decided to turn your phone off for the flight when you finally turned it back on you had almost 20 texts from Grayson, 9 missed calls even some texts from Ethan I texted Ethan back telling him everything hoping that Gray wasn’t near or had his phone in any way “Alright, I’m gonna record it you’re going to knock on our door Ethan is gonna make sure Gray answers the door you’re just gonna come up with some random question and yeah. basically just wing it.” You nodded and knocked on the door taking a deep breath as Grayson opened the door you looked down the street then back at him “Hi, I’m looking for my boyfriend have you seen him?” He smiled wide pulling you into a hug “Every time I look in the mirror.” He kissed your cheek looking at you “You couldn’t tell me you were coming?” You shook your head “That would ruin the surprise, don’t you think?” He shrugged and pulled back from you “Wait so who was really there when we you rushed off the phone?” You looked back at him and pointed behind you “Cam. We’ve been planning this since you left she wouldn’t take no for an answer and the last no i gave her she showed me she already bought the ticket and it was nonrefundable so I really didn’t want her money to go to waste so I’m here.” He picked up yours and Cameron’s bags walking inside “But don’t you have an essay due tomorrow morning?” You sighed and turned to the side showing him your backpack “I do, which is why I brought my books unfortunately.” He hugged you once more “I’m so glad you’re here, now you can help me prank Ethan” You smirked and showed him a little bit of the clown mask. He smiled and took your bag to his room “Lets get ready.” As Grayson was setting everything up you distracted Ethan by taking him to go get pizza with Cameron. “Y/N thank god you’re here, Gray would not stop talking about you. Why didn’t Gray come again?” You smiled and ate another bite of your pizza “I made him do my homework.” He chuckled and checked the time “Oh Gray texted, we gotta take some pics for channel art you guys ready to head back?” You all nodded and walked back to the car driving back you turned on the radio and started jamming. You pulled up putting the car in park Ethan got out the car you and Cameron stayed in the car talking about how its going to happen. 20 minutes go by and you and Cameron finally got out the car walking in the house Grayson is walking around the kitchen talking to the camera “Oh Cam, Y/N come here.” The two of you walked over to him standing beside him “These two lovely ladies helped with the prank so thank you guys, lets go prank Ethan.” He went out back outside taking some “pictures” with Ethan when suddenly Ethan was scooped up in the net screaming and asking whats going on. “Well bro, you’re sleeping out here.” Gray said as he swung Ethan a bit. “I’m gonna chew through this before I sleep out here.” Grayson looked at Ethan and smirked at the camera “And I’m gonna go eat some pizza.” He smirked walking away. He got in the car and drove around by the woods he hopped out running through to the other side where Ethan was. “Hello camera Grayson set you up here.” He looked around and noticed Grayson creeping up to him “What is that” He started jumping around in the net “Grayson? Grayson! I’m gonna punch you in the face!” he kept screaming and jumping around. He calmed down a bit when Grayson started backing away but Grayson came running up cutting the top of the net letting Ethan fall He ran but stopped when he heard Grayson laughing. Ethan ran back tackling Grayson into the tree Ethan kneeled beside Grayson panting “I knew that was Grayson, but if it wasn’t Grayson I had to be ready for anything.” You walked back inside with Cameron as the boys did their outro you sat on the counter talking to Cameron “So do you think you and Gray will ever you know get married?” You giggled and nodded “Of course, every girl dreams of marrying their soulmate.” You smiled looking at Grayson as he walked over to you wrapping his arms around your waist “And he’s my soulmate.” 


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Lost Love

Author - Aingeal

Characters - Dean, Sam, Bobby, Reader

Summary - After John died, the three men were back at Bobby’s house. Dean’s not taking it too well, and Sam and Bobby are at a loss on how to help him. That’s when Sam remember’s a girl Dean always talked about when they were younger. It would be a long shot, but it was the only idea they had.

Word Count - 3,468

Warnings - Angst, fluff, possibly a little bit OOC?
(If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

Story:

Dean stood broodingly and dusty, staring at the hood of his crumpled baby as Bobby and Sam sat inside talking.

They knew he was upset.
He was taking the loss hard, and there was nothing they could do.
He wouldn’t open up to either of them - it just wasn’t his style. Both had tried everything they could think of to get through to him, but nothing was working.

“I don’t know what to do here, Sam,” Bobby admitted exasperatedly. “I’ve never seen ‘im like this before.”

“I… I haven’t either,” Sam replied and leaned back into the chair he was in.

It was a full minute before he perked up, and sat up straight, his eyebrows raised and his eyes wide. “Bobby, I might have an idea who could help… it might a long shot, though…”

“Well, spit it out, kid,” Bobby shot back, leaning forward in his own seat.

“I think I could call this… this girl Dean used to know…”

Bobby raised his eyebrows to prompt Sam to just say who, but Sam was busy gnawing his lip and staring at the carpeted floor.

Shaking his head in exasperation, he snapped his fingers and said mockingly slow, “And that is…?”

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