i should be doing work but im not

Matchmaker

Pairing: Steve x F!Reader

A/N: Because there hasn’t been a Steve chat in a while… also i really just wanted to write pietro using emoticons okay ( ͡°Ɛ ͡°)


Pietro has created a chatroom: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Pietro has added Y/N.

You: i want no part of this chat

Pietro: but y/n

Pietro: i know something you don’t

Pietro: don’t u want to know what it is (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)

You: … i guess

Pietro: someone on this team likes u

You: everyone likes me. that’s the point of friends.

You: but you wouldn’t know that now would you since you have no friends ( ͡°Ɛ ͡°)

Pietro: where did u find that one

Pietro: i love him

Pietro: this person has a crush on u

Pietro: i know, it is surprising someone could like u more than a friend ( ͡°Ɛ ͡°)

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anonymous asked:

do you have any set in canon bakudeku fics to rec?? im starving here ;-;

Hi! I’m sorry I didn’t reply sooner. I actually haven’t read much fics in a while.. so I had a friend give some non AU recommendations!!! :)

*Where did you go to end up right back here?* by sensiblysilly: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11780211/chapters/26562165
(Teenage Katsuki wakes up in his future self’s body on his and Izuku’s wedding day)

*A Haze of Crystal* by semiautomatichearts: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12036045/chapters/27249081
(Takes place after chapter 121; Izuku falls sick and Katsuki takes care of him; the way their relationship progresses is the sweetest thing I’ve seen in a while. Plus how Izuku describes Katsuki is just like *boi you’re so whipped* ) (on-going; last update was just yesterday)

*Springtime of Youth* by claimedbydaryl: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12265509/chapters/27874518
(This author really has a way with words; that last chapter is definitely the best katsudeku smut I’ve ever read)

*Picking up the Pieces* by DMMegsie: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12098724/chapters/27428058
(Also takes place after chapter 121; after All Might passes away, Izuku locks himself up in his room and his friends try to cheer him up. Katsudeku have a talk here that I think may almost rival the apology scene from *Post-It Notes Lead To The Heart* )

*The way you are is like a dream* by orphan_account: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12142389
(A *very* interesting take on how Izuku feels about Katsuki after chapter 121)

*Kacchan isn’t all that bad* by nikko731: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12389658
(A new one that is short but sweet; has little Katsuki and little Izuku)

*You Are My Hero* by bakudeku: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12360876
(If you want the angst feels in less than 200 words)

These are some recs from @rirururu (I hope it’s okay to tag you…)
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Requested By @lotsoffandomimagines

Alex tried calming you down so he could see what you could do with your powers but everytime you tried to open up and release your power you got to scared and would start freaking out. 

“Alex i can’t, i just cant i’m too scared” You felt the room drop tempereature. You shut your eyes scared of the consequences. 

I know its scary but you have to open up before letting your powers take over you” You started tearing up getiing frustrated. 

“You don’t get it” Alex stopped you from leaving the room.

“I do get it. I was terrified of my powers i always wanted to be alone because i was terrified that i would hurt somebody i let it control my life. I t wasnt until i met xavier who taught that i should co exist with my powers not hide it nor let it take over me and thats what im gonna do with you” You froze not realizing the severity Alex had his life. You met Alex when he was working at the institue for years and he was always reserved on how he became havok. 

You nodded trying again to use your powers letting Alex be your anchor to not lose control. 

Request Are Open!

i love that ive been paying attention more to body language in media and how constructed body language reaffirms and decides how we view body language in real life. I kinda have to wonder if the forced, you know, esp in animation, the forced ways we emulate body language has influenced and changed the way we interact with each other irl 

i know I, for one, sometimes emulate shows/movies etc when my social skills fail me, and whenever i do, im viewing myself as a ‘character’ in a piece of media. i wonder if that’s a personal thing or if its representative of people similar to me who grew up on film language in general and have learned to socialize, to an extent, through these false representations of how conversations should work.

if there’s no studies/theories on it, I would be really interested in learning how to do my own research in that

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a set for each inquisition companion ⤔ Dorian Pavus

“You let it keep hurting because you think hurting is who you are. Why would you do that?””

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tumblr headers like/reblog if you use or save, please. credits very much appreciated ・゚: *
click for full resolution // for the transparents thanks to (x)

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WEEK 1 // very first week of college is done! it was okay? kinda fun? but i was more excited to work on my spreads (≧◡≦) finally, there is something to write about. i just couldn’t see why i should journal on my summer vacation when all i ever did was take naps, watch films and shows, eat, and just chill. i think it’s just a waste of ink lmao. my summer isn’t just exciting as yours, guys :-( but here i am again! trying out some new stuff, what do you think?

studygram // @studyathenus — i post some sneak peeks / behind the scenes!

huhuhh this was originally for a request for jasper leading a battle and then it sorta just ended up being jailbreak-y lol

cutesy posts abt how wlw and mlm need to express solidarity for each other that hinge on “im a wlw and i love my mlm friends” and “im a mlm and i love my wlw friends” are like fun and all except we should really start examining why theres a divide in wlw vs mlm communities do to the violent and misogynistic ways men treat us. im less interested in seeing a meme rendering of solidarity and more interested in seeing men denounced sexism and actively work to combat lesbophobia in their community. its not a petty squabble its a system of oppression enforced by men.

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August 7th is Hanamori’s birthday! i hope he likes his present! 🌸DR OC🌸 

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Happy 30th Birthday, Ji Chang Wook ( 05/07/2017 )

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I actually had a dream about them?? doing this?? last night?? I mean it’s not very funny but. there u go

hope you feel better anon!! ;v;

VOMIT WARNING (I know some people don’t like that, so just a warning)

Because I’m spiraling into a Voltron writing obsession, here’s another college AU, based loosely on my own experiences ayyyyyy *finger guns*

(Also you should definitely send me some prompts because I want to write more Voltron but don’t know what else to write)


“So I was thinking we could-” Keith started, but was once again, for what must have been the hundredth time today, cut off by Lance.

“-Hey, have you guys seen that video?”

Keith and Hunk groaned in frustration.

Shiro sighed. “You did it again, Lance.”

Keith let out an exasperated sigh. “Lance! You can’t keep-Lance! I’m talking to you. Will you pay attention for like, FIVE minutes? Or even TWO?”

Lance snapped his attention back to Keith. “Hmm?”

Keith clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling in his chest. Lance was completely unable to focus. On ANYTHING. He had been distracted and disruptive all day, bouncing off the walls and going off on tangents that were completely unrelated to what anybody was talking about.

Keith was exhausted just trying to keep up with him. Even Shiro, ever patient Shiro, was growing frustrated with him.

“What’s WITH you today?”

“I…uh…too much coffee, I guess.” Lance said, glancing around uncomfortably before hopping out of his seat and grabbing all his stuff.

“Lance, what’s going o-”

“-I have to go do homework!”

Keith, Shiro and Hunk watched as Lance hurried off.

“What…was that?” Hunk asked. “I mean he’s always been…crazy but not like THIS.”

“Uh…coffee, apparently.” Shiro frowned.

Lance burst into his room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was just annoying everyone, but he couldn’t help it. He tried, he tried SO hard, but he was completely and totally unable to focus.

He had completely forgotten to take his medication this morning, and he didn’t realize it until nearly five PM, and by that time it was too late. If he took it now, he wouldn’t sleep that night, and he needed to sleep.

He knew it was a lost cause, but he was going to try and get some studying done.

Instead of studying, he found himself spinning in his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling to count the tiles.

While he was spinning, some Velcro from one of his projects caught his eye, and before he knew it, he was taping half of it to the wall, and half to his hands.

Keith walked in right as he was about to launch himself off the bed and onto the wall.

“Lance!”

“Yes, roomie?” Lance asked, bouncing up and down on the bed lightly.

“What the hell are you doing? Get down!”

“I wanted to be SpiderMan.”

“You wanted to be spider-get down!” He cried, throwing his hands in the air. “I thought you were studying.”

“I was going to…but then I got sidetracked.” He said, slowly coming to a standstill.

“Okay, this,” Keith said, gesturing from the wall to Lance, “is NOT a good idea. Seriously.”

Lance sighed. “Yeah I guess you’re right - hey have you seen that video?”

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t…you need to be a bit more specific. What video are you talking about?”

“The…uh…guy who ate weed brownies and thought he was dead. Ooh! There’s this really good show on Netflix. The Flash, have you heard of it?Season one isn’t great, but it gets better. Have you watched it?”

Keith blinked. “No, I haven’t. Lance, are you alright?”

“Peachy. Why?”

“You’re all over the place, man.”

Lance’s face hardened, and he got off the bed and went to sit at his desk. “I told you. I had too much coffee.”

“Um…okay.”

Keith sat on his bed, facing Lance. 

He watched as Lance struggled to calm himself enough to focus. 

He watched as Lance tapped his pencil on the desk incessantly and rolled back and forth in his chair while he stared at his laptop. He must have gotten up fifteen times to go walk to their mini fridge and walk back to his seat.

Then, Lance straightened in his chair and pressed a hand to his stomach. A grimace crossed his face and he stood up.

“Lance? Are you okay?”

“Stomachache.” He bit out, gritting his teeth as he climbed into bed.

Keith frowned. “Are you going to be sick?”

“I don’t…maybe.” He groaned.

“What happened? You were fine literally a minute ago.”

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.” He groaned, curling into himself as tightly as possible.

“Lance-”

“-I’m FINE. This happens a lot. Leave me alone.”

“What do you mean?” He demanded. “Do you need to see a doctor?”

Lance let out a heavy sigh. “I have…nnngh…I have ADHD.”

“That…what does that have to do with your stomach?”

“I forgot to take my meds. This is a side effect.”

“Oh shit.” Keith said, his eyebrows shooting up. “Do you need anything?”

“I just need to…r-ride it out.” He groaned, gripping the blankets and writhing in pain. Sharp, stabbing, cramping pains were shooting across his abdomen in waves.

“Are you sure?”

Lance just groaned in pain, pressing his face into the pillow.

“Okay, I’m calling Shiro.”

“No-”

“-it’s not up for discussion, Lance.” He said firmly.

Lance whimpered in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.

Keith dialed Shiro’s number, keeping his eyes on Lance.

“Hey, Keith.”

“Shiro, we need you over here.”

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s Lance.”

“What happened with Lance?”

“He has a really bad stomachache…he’s writhing in pain in bed and I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he have a fever?”

“I don’t-Lance, do you have a fever?”

“No, idiot. I don’t have a fever.” Lance spat. “I’m not SICK, you don’t need to call Sh-Shiro…I’m f-ngggh.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t have a fever.”

“Give him something for the pain, I’ll be there soon.”

A wave of nausea rolled over him, and he got out of bed and made a b-line for the bathroom.

Lance slammed the door shut, and leaned over the toilet to empty his stomach. When he emerged from the bathroom, pale and shaky, Shiro was there.

“Are you alright?” He asked, pressing his hand to Lance’s cheek.

Lance batted his hand away. “I’m fine.”

Throwing up almost always brought relief when this happened. He felt mostly better, his stomach still hurt but it was nowhere as bad as before.

“You’re not fine.” Shiro said, shaking his head. Lance groaned, thoroughly irritated at all the attention he was getting.

Keith pursed his lips. “He says it’s a side effect from not taking his medication.”

Shiro frowned. “What? What medication?”

Lance clenched his jaw. “I have ADHD. I forgot to take my medication and that’s why I was so unbearable today.”

“Lance, you weren’t-”

“I annoyed you…I know I was.  I knew when I kept cutting you off.  I know how annoying I get when I don’t take them…I tried really hard to stop…to be normal, but I couldn’t.  I’m sorry.” Lance said, his eyes filling with tears. 

“Look,” Shiro started.  “I’ll admit…I was getting frustrated.”

“Me too, but dude, it wasn’t just that you were annoying.  We knew something was up, you’re not usually this…uh…”

“All over the place.” Shiro supplied. 

“Yeah, that.  You’re not usually all over the place like this.”

“We were just worried.” 

Lance looked at them.  “You were?”

Both Shiro and Keith nodded.  “Yeah.”

Lance sighed.  “I don’t really tell people,..ever.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us?” Shiro asked. “We’re your friends. Did you think we’d judge you?”

“Well…yeah…kind of.” Lance muttered, bringing his eyes to the floor.

Keith shook his head. “Why would we judge you for that? So what? What…uh…is ADHD?”

Lance rubbed his forehead. “Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I can’t focus, basically. Look, as much as I’d love to continue this…health lesson…I’m exhausted.”

Shiro nodded. “Yeah…thank you though, for telling us. We don’t think any less of you, you know.”

Lance hung his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “I appreciate that, thanks.”

“Get some sleep, feel better.” Shiro said, clapping him on the back. “Call me if you need anything else.”

Keith walked him to the door as Lance got back into bed. “Thanks, Shiro.”

“Anytime.”

Being nonbinary is nothing to be ashamed of. You don’t have to be bursting with pride, ready to shout it from the rooftops if that’s just not who you are, but nor should you have to hide it, keep it tucked away. It’s a part of you, big or small, and you shouldn’t have to worry about life being complicated because of it, or what other people may think.


You do you. Be nonbinary. Pin the flag to your wall, or just whisper it to yourself in the middle of the night. Lead rallying cries for nonbinary support groups, or just reblog nb posts on tumblr. Be nonbinary, whatever and however that means for you.