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Hey so since school is starting up again and a lot of people I know are going to college for the first time, I wanted to compile some advice/info I’ve learned from my first year. There are a lot of tips about general things but I haven’t seen much about how college can really deal a blow to confidence, social skills, and mental health. Some of the stuff is under the cut since this got long. 

  • Loneliness is pretty common in college. It doesn’t seem like that because everyone keeps a facade up for social media to make it look like they’re constantly having a good time with friends. It’s easy to think that maybe you’re missing out on something, or something’s wrong with you if you aren’t having a blast and going out on weekends with a big group of happy friends–after all, that’s what all your facebook friends are doing right? In reality, what you see on social media is just the highlights of people’s lives; you’re not seeing any of their lows or stressful times. You aren’t alone if you feel lonely or stressed because you aren’t living a perfect social life.
  • Chances are, you’re not going to find a close group of friends immediately. In fact, it might take a while to establish a solid friendgroup–don’t expect that you’re going to find a ride or die/tight-knit “squad” right off the bat.
  • Sometimes you won’t even form a friend group by the end of freshman year and that’s ok. It’s hard to make friends when you’re placed in an unfamiliar situation surrounded by people who are suddenly very different from you (esp. if you don’t stay local or school demographics are very different from high school); but don’t lose hope. There’s at least one or two people at your college/uni who will get along really well with you and become good, if not close friends. For some it may not take long to find them, but for me it took 4.5 months before I found someone other than my roommate I could really feel comfortable with and whose company I enjoyed.
  • As tempting as it might sound to spend the entire weekend chilling in your dorm/room, it can be really helpful to go out, even to a cafe, library, or any place with people. I’m an introvert who enjoys her own company but I started feeling like shit after a few weeks of not getting enough exposure to other people. You need social interaction at some point to survive.
  • If you find yourself thinking “I have no real friends” (which to be honest, might happen at some point), think about any people you’ve met who have been genuinely warm and welcoming to you. Even if it’s a professor, that cashier at the cafeteria, a library worker, your major advisor, the lady working in the career center. Reach out to them and ask if they want to grab lunch or coffee together. It’s so, so tempting to wallow in self-pity and quit trying to befriend people but you can’t give up. If someone’s reached out to you before and you declined their invitation, now’s the time to take them up on that offer. There are people who/will care about you, but like any relationship, you have to try too. When I was feeling my peak suicidal (and spent a day crying in my room reading reddit threads about how lonely someone was in college), I messaged a hallmate asking to eat lunch together the next day. Lunch was a little awkward since it was a big group at a circular table, but that’s how I met my closest friend on campus (we send pics and videos of cats to each other on discord regularly).

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spitfirechick  asked:

If you're taking prompts, could you do #83 from the "99 ways to say I love you" for NurseyDex please?

(sorry, this took me a little while! thanks for your patience!!)

83. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

At first, all he means to do is knock on Chowder’s door and sleep on his floor. He’s done it before; it gives him time to think and vent if he needs to, and then by the morning he’s usually ready to apologize, as is Dex. But even if he’s not, he knows that his wonderful, amazing goalie friend will always let him stay a few hours longer, because he’s Chowder and he’s far too polite to kick Nursey out when he has no place else to go.

Who apologizes first depends on a number of things. Sometimes it’s Dex who taps once or twice on C’s door with an invitation to walk to Annie’s, hands fidgeting and tired eyes examining the floor. Other times it’s Nursey who slips a note under their door, lunch? or Walk me to class?, before slipping outside to wait for Dex on the front porch.

But this wasn’t like any fight they’d had before; this time, there was no ‘usually’ or ‘sometimes’ that applied. It wasn’t about money or gifts or parents. They hadn’t lost a game, neither had had a particularly bad day, and they had told everyone who mattered a month ago. Together.

This was two in the morning, running on empty, things you don’t mean but can’t take back, and yelling that woke up the entire Haus - even Chowder, who’s slept through more of their arguments than Nursey can count.

So when Dex suggests he leave (at the top of his lungs), Nursey doesn’t even bother grabbing a jacket, just brushes past a concerned Chowder, a cranky Bitty, a solemn Whiskey and a confused Tango and leaves. 

He walks. Where, he isn’t really paying attention, but he’s wide awake and he can’t stop himself from replaying their fight over and over in his head. He knows he messed up, knows he should’ve just gone to bed when Dex snapped at him. But as much as he could blame himself for not being the bigger person, Dex shouldn’t have taken it all out on him, and he knows that they’re both to blame for letting it get this far.

They’ll always be like this, Nursey thinks, too reactive for their own good. He’d try to be optimistic, convince himself that it’s lack of maturity, sleep, or any number of things, but by now he knows better. It’s frustrating, because while he loves a challenge (and what else is Dex, really, if not a challenge), he hates when Dex folds in on himself. There’s always that point in an argument when someone realizes they’re going to lose, but unfortunately for them, realizing that you’re going to lose does not mean conceding your point. Instead, they will inevitably get stuck in some endless loop of you’re wrong, I’m right, every time. 

The thing is, it’s no longer a challenge if there’s no way to win.

With a resigned sigh, Nursey drops down heavily onto a bench and pulls out his phone. 3:30, the screen seems to scream at him, and he runs a hand through his hair. He’s on the opposite side of campus, he realizes, a long way from the Haus and a longer way from Dex. He’s cold - it’s the middle of the night, but he’s wearing a long-sleeved tee and sweatpants and sitting on a metal bench. He can’t even remember what the fight was about anymore, he’s so tired, and the mere idea of hauling his ass back who knows how many miles makes his bones ache. He misses Dex. 

He contemplates calling him, but thinks better of it. Maybe Dex went back to sleep. He’d only be more irritable if Nursey woke him up, and besides, he definitely hasn’t cooled off as quickly as Nursey has. Nursey doesn’t know what he’d say, either. “Sorry,” maybe. “Are you still mad?” probably, even though he thinks he already knows the answer. 

Their first big argument as a couple, they had both agreed to part ways for the night. Nursey had attempted to sleep on the green couch, but couldn’t stop tossing and turning until Dex crept downstairs an hour later to join him. No apology, no notes under doors, and yet when they woke up plastered together the next morning, Nursey knew it was over. 

He clears his head and replays the argument again, pays attention to Dex’s words instead of the murderous glare he gave Nursey that planted a rock in the pit of his stomach. I don’t want to see you right now, Nurse. Just get out.

Nursey knows that “right now” does not mean “ever again.” If Dex meant “ever again,” he’d have said it; he’s not one to beat around the bush. But “get out” is something else. Nursey’s been analyzing tone and diction since he was in middle school, and he likes to think that since he decided to major in creative writing, he’s gotten pretty good at it. “Get out,” like everything else Dex says and does, is efficient and to the point. Go somewhere else. Leave. I don’t want you here.

“Get out” doesn’t come with an expiration date. There’s no implied later, like there is in “right now.” There’s no see you in the morning or but come back when you’re ready. When Nursey thinks about “I don’t want to see you right now” and “get out” in the same breath, he sees tomorrow night spent on his freshman year roommate’s couch. He sees the rest of the week there, too, a slowly growing pile of his things taking up space in the corner. A month goes by, and Dex decides he likes things better this way; he finally has the room to himself, and Nursey doesn’t get underfoot anymore. Two months, and Dex doesn’t need him at all.

Nursey fumbles for his phone so fast that he almost drops it onto the pavement. His hands are shaking as he searches for Dex’s contact and presses the little phone icon, holding his breath as the line rings in his ear. 

Dex doesn’t pick up.

Nursey lays the phone down delicately in his lap and stares at the empty black screen. He gets the message. “Get out” doesn’t mean “leave.” It means “leave me.”

And Nursey hadn’t even been paying enough attention to realize it until now.

He numbly picks up the phone again. If he and Dex are through, he should at least leave a voicemail to tell Dex that he can come by and pick up his stuff in the morning. He’ll stay with Noah, really, it’s not an issue. As he scrolls through his contacts again, he dimly remembers a Facebook post that showed Noah moving to an off-campus apartment with some other junior. Kyle? No, Tyler. He’ll ask if he can stay with them; they’d probably be grateful for the extra help with the rent, anyway. 

This time, Dex picks up, and he sounds wide awake. “Derek? Listen, I-”

“It’s okay, Will, I get it,” Nursey says and feels his chest contract, like his lungs can’t fill themselves up anymore. “'It’s not you, it’s me,’ right? Whatever, it’s chill, I can come by and get my stuff tomorrow morning, there’s these guys I know who have a place and I can probably room with them, I just wanted to tell you so you didn’t think I-”

“Wait, what are you talking about, 'it’s not you, it’s me?’ Why… Is this, are you moving out of the Haus?” Dex asks quietly.

“That’s what you said you wanted, isn’t it?” Nursey’s voice cracks at the end, and he hates himself for it.

“I-When did I say that? Oh my God, I didn’t actually say that, did I?” Instead of pleased, like Nursey was expecting, Dex sounds horrified.

“You didn’t have to, Will. I told you, it’s chill, I get it. I can call a few guys from the soccer team to help me with all the boxes, it won’t-”

“Derek, stop.” Nursey clamps his mouth shut so hard his teeth click together. “I don’t want you to move out.”

Nursey blinks. “You don’t?”

“No, I don’t. Of course I don’t.”

For some reason, maybe it’s the way the breeze whips around him just then or the way Dex says of course like Nursey’s made of glass, he breaks. He’s crying before he can stop himself, and then, like they do when he’s writing sometimes, the words just… fall out.

“Thank God, Will, because it was a stupid fight and I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be mad at you for anymore because I’m not mad at you, I promise, but I didn’t know if you were still mad at me and if you were then you definitely wouldn’t have wanted to talk and so I almost didn’t call but I was terrified, Will, and I miss you, and even if you want me to sleep on the couch or you still need space or you want to take a break, I don’t care, I’ll do anything, whatever you want, I just want to come home.”

“Derek - Wait, you left? Where are you?” Dex asks, concerned.

Nursey sniffs. “On a bench, by Faber.”

“Stay there, okay? I’m coming to get you,” Dex says, and Nursey hears shuffling in the background.

“Okay,” he breathes when the rustling dies down. A door slams, and then Dex sighs.

“Look, Nursey, about what I said before… I don’t want you to leave, and I don’t want to break up or take a break or any of that bullshit. I just… Fuck, I just needed some time to think and you know how shit I am at asking for that when I’m mad. I’m sorry. I’ll be there soon, okay? Don’t hang up,” he adds quickly. “You don’t have to say anything, just don’t hang up.”

“Okay,” Nursey says again, smaller this time. He takes a deep breath in and lets it out. “I don’t want any of that, either, and I’m sorry, too.”

“Good,” Dex says, and Nursey can hear his smile. “It’s gonna take more than some dumb fight to get rid of me, Nurse.”

Nursey grins, despite himself. “Will Poindexter, resident poet and sap.”

“You love it.”

“I do, but I love you more, so-”

“Wait, and I'm the sap?”

Nursey laughs, which makes Dex laugh, and soon they’re back to what they do best, Nursey and Dex, Derek and Will. They talk, bicker, make plans for tomorrow, and Nursey is just planning to tell Dex how much he loves him (again), but the line goes dead before he can say anything.

“No jacket? Jesus, Nurse, it’s gotta be thirty degrees out.”

Nursey’s head pops up so fast Dex is afraid he might have whiplash, but a second later Dex’s arms are full of him and his head is tucked into Dex’s neck, so he lets it go. “What if you catch a cold, you idiot?” He murmurs affectionately into Nursey’s hair. “What am I gonna do with you then?”

Nursey sighs and pulls Dex impossibly closer, but it’s punctuated by a shiver. “Don’t care, s'long as it means you’ll stay.”

“Of course,” Dex says, and it’s different this time. This time, it doesn’t feel like Nursey’s about to shatter; it feels like coming home.

The whole James Roberts/Megatron controversy is wayyy overblown and people are treating James Roberts like he’s writing Megatron as if he never did anything wrong but let’s not forget the following points:

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Observations about white people cooking stuff by a white American

Okay guys. I’m bored and haven’t made an original post in a while so listen up.

I’ve been a white person for a long time now. My whole life, in fact. And as nice as that is, I’ve gotta say, our cooking kinda sucks sometimes. So, I’ve decided to compile a random list of observations I’ve made while being a white person in a white family in a place where a lot if people aren’t white and cook better than us. If you have any more observations add on, do it please. I’d like to hear. Or, read rather.

Keep in mind that I’m Californian with a lil bit of German and Swedish in me culturally left over from the fatherland my family left who knows how long ago and I’m just writing this list because at the moment I’m bored and want to make fun of myself and a bunch of people that kinda look like me and probably have similar eating patterns.

-We eat rice, but we can’t just eat it plain
-We’ve gotta put butter in the water or something even if we do eat it plain
-We pretend that we can make sticky rice, but we can’t. We really can’t.
-For some reason we really like to pickle things
-And boil them
-Boiled potatoes
-Pickled cabbage, pickled eggs, pickled beets, pickled herring(ewwwwwwew), pickles, pickled red cabbage(don’t ask what the difference is. It’s just red), pickled onions…
-We either eat spicy food or we don’t, and the white people that don’t eat spicy food will cry and complain about something any normal person would swear has no spice at all
-Just put milk in everything
-Milk and potatoes
-Milk and rice
-Put cheese on your pie. Put cheese on your goddamned apple pie. Do it. Appease the cheese gods. Cheese on pie.
-Put cheese on the potato
-Now put sour cream on the potato
-And milk based gravy
-Now smother that damn potato with melted butter and dump out your damn salt shaker on it.
-Congratulations. You’re gonna have heart surgery in your forties. Now eat the salty dairy potato.
-Eat a spoonful of horseradish. Prove your superiority. No? Just me? Okay.
-Vinegar. In chips, in potatoes, in milk, in eggs. Heck, just down a cup of the stuff. It’s good for you, right? That’s how that works.
-Organic and greasy have a similar appeal. They are delicious buzz words that will get us to buy things.
-For some reason some of us put canned vegetables in green jello?
-Yeah I think we do a lot with jello.
-Put fruit in it. That’s probably healthy, right?
-Put hot dogs in everything
-Cook the dogs into your mac ‘n cheese
-Bake it into bread, I dunno.
-Just find a way to put hot dogs in something and we’ve done it
-We put it on our damn pizzas for crying out loud
-Deep fry it Deep fry it Deep fry it Deep fry it Deep fry it Deep fry it
-Red potato
-Golden potato
-Deep fry the potato
-You can cut potatoes like 135885428934 different ways trust me I’ve done it
-Bake the potato
-Boil the potato
-Burn the potato
-Roast the potato
-Grill the potato
-Scalloped potatoes
-Cheeseburger pie
-It’s time to get your gluten on my friends. Let’s bake some stuff.
-Have I mentioned deep frying yet?
-Awww. Look. It’s a cutesy sugar cookie grandma spent all day decorating. Let’s spread it all over the house.
-Deep fry the dough. Put raisins in it probably. Put sugar on it. There ya go. You have diabetes now.
-The heck is a tamale pie? It has nothing to do with tamales. Oh well. It’s a tasty mush full of meat and corn and that’s all that matters
-Wait that’s not dessert. I’m getting distracted.
-We call them Mexican wedding cakes or Russian tea cakes, but they probably have nothing to do with either Mexico or Russia
-Fudge time ya sissies.
-Eat the fudge.
-Ambrosia. Full of marshmallows and fruit. I’m sure this is what the Greek gods would have wanted
-Put walnuts in it.
-You can probably grate any kind of squash and bake it into bread with pretty good results
-Why do we use so much powdered sugar?
-I’m moving on to meat
-Bake the meat
-Eat POTATOES with it
-Store bought spice packs because apparently we’re too lazy or untalented to mix or grind the spices ourselves
-Don’t forget the bacon
-Wrap your damn chocolate bacon we don’t give a damn. Put it in your ice cream. Wrap it around a jalapeño. Just get the bacon in there somehow
-Meatloaf and ketchup with POTATOES
-You want lemonade with that? Trick question. Of course you do. Drink the lemonade, Sharon.
-Drink the tea, Katie. Drink the iced tea. I don’t care if you don’t like it. You will. Feed the tea to the children. Give them coffee. They will be consumers. Make them drink it.

That’s all I can think of right now. Please add some more. In the meantime, remember potato.

Headcanons based on the sneak peek:

-  Stiles bought that cute butterfly sweater for Lydia while they were on their road trip. They got lost and wound up at a small vintage shop in the middle of no where. Ofcourse Lydia was mad at him for not reading the map properly but when she laid her eyes on that butterfly sweater, Stiles knew how to make it up to her. She wasn’t going to wear it at the moment, she was still wrapped in Stiles’ over sized flannel so she kept it new and fresh until she knew she would be missing Stiles while he’s in D.C. that’s when she would wear it.

- Lydia barely talked because her partner in crime is missing. Usually he would state something; right or wrong, and she would either correct him or add on to his theory. But this time there was no one to lead off of, no one to take the extra caution for a plan. Nothing else to discuss or think, just to run in fear.

- Lydia Martins outfit is not up to par because her boyfriend isn’t there to see what she is wearing. It’s not like it’s something Stiles cares about… he would find her sexy in a piñata dress and a multicoloured clown wig. But she cared around him, and she wanted to look her best for him.

- Or Scott and Malia spent time trying to add up certain details about these hunters and when they found it, they go to Lydia’s house and drag her out of bed, exactly like Stiles used to do. Lydia would be in a half sleep state where she imagined one of the nights Stiles drove to her house at midnight. At that point she purposely left the side door unlocked because she expected Stiles to come in, even though she still attempted to get some sleep. Stiles would walk through her bedroom door and shine a flashlight in her face… but this time she wakes up to see Scott and Malia on the other end. So Lydia throws on a quick outfit together leaving her house with them.

- While they are running away from the hunters, not only is Scott getting vivid flash backs, but Lydia and Malia are too. Malia’s mind is flashing back to the night she was running away from the car accident. She was in her coyote form, with her view alot closer to the ground. She remembered trying to wake her mother and sisters dead body. But it was too late, they were bleeding all over and were dead at the scene. So she kept running further away from the wreck, far up to the coyote dens then Malia’s mind snapped back to reality realizing her, Scott and Lydia were still running. Lydia could feel her hand being pulled along by some force she thought was the wind, it was like Stiles was there in front of her  and then suddenly her mind shifted back to the night the ghost riders took him.  They were running and skidding to a stop when the rider got in front of them. Back in reality, Scott pulled his arm out to hold Malia and Lydia from crossing. He could sense the hunters were near them so they had to find another route. Lydia’s mind flipped back to the night of terrors. Her and stiles moving in every direction, trying to find an escape. When Scott made his alpha growl, Lydia finally snapped out of her trance and realized they were trapped by the hunters.

- Scott gives the first initiation that there will be a fight when he roars back to the hunters. He tells Lydia to get back, while Malia and Scott take on the hunters with their wolf powers. Once the hunters start pulling out their weapons and shooting Scott and Malia, Lydia steps in and uses her banshee scream to push a few of the hunters back a couple feet into the dirt. The hunters left standing are astonished that a banshee was able to have that much power, this makes her very valuable. Scott then steps forward and growls at them, making them run back to the others as the three of them jog back to the jeep.

- Scott drives the jeep, with Lydia sitting in the passengers seat and Malia in the back seat. They discuss the events that just unfolded before them, as Scott makes a turn into his drive way. They all go up to his room to add more information to his mystery board. Scott calls Stiles right away to fill him in on what’s going on. He knows his best friend better than anyone, that Stiles is keeping track of the supernatural events taking place in Beacon Hills on his own mystery board in D.C. Scott and Stiles spend a little bit of time discussing how to piece together this mystery. When Stiles can sense there’s something wrong in Scott’s voice, he gives wise words of advice that to save the town it’s all up to Scott now. Maybe Scott doesn’t have faith in himself, but Stiles does. So does Lydia and Malia. Scott then passes the phone to Lydia, in which she’s almost speechless to hear his sweet voice again. “Hey Lydia”… after not replying for a while, he speaks again “I hope you’re still listening” and with a smile she finally says “I am, I’m here” with a smile.

- After Scott spends a couple hours stringing together more evidence, he turns around to see Lydia sleeping on her bed and Malia eating his left over pizza on his chair. Malia says she needs some air, so she decides to walk home. Scott nods in agreement and turns back to Lydia. His best friend looks so soft and gentle, he places a fuzzy comforter over her and closes the lights.


Oh ho ho. Questions like this are my life’s blood. Also, thank you for the friendly words!


Again, like with everything, I have to preface this by saying my knowledge comes mostly from the 80s cartoon, the movies, and the 2k12 series. I know next to nothing about 2k3 and IDW (and Archie, though that’s rarely brought up), and my knowledge of the mirage comics is minuscule, as I’ve only read about 1/6th of it.

Also, this is going to be extremely long. Sorry in advance.

With that in mind, here I go.

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anonymous asked:

In the wolf au, is Kirishima dating Denki, hanta, Mina, ect or is just kinda a wolf thing? Not that I mind either way I'm just super curious lol. Also it's so lovely, your work is so sweet.

Anon said: hello fran!! How are you? I hope you’re doing great!! sorry to bother you haha but I wanted to ask something!! So, in your wolf!kirishima comic it says that Denki’s pack and so is sero and mina, does that mean that they’re wolves shifters too?? And will we ever get to see them?? (also is there kamisero? Sorry my weak heart loves them yeet)

Ohohohohohohoho I’m glad you both asked about Kirishima’s pack cause boy do I have answers - okay first things first, Kirishima is only dating Bakugou and he’s the only wolf shifter in the pack (well, Mina is also a shifter, just not a wolf shifter)

In the AU pack dynamics are loosely based on how wolf packs work in the wild: in nature usually there’s an alpha couple (the “alpha male” and his mate) and the rest of the pack is made out of their pups! So by all means it’s just a family unit - once the pups are old enough to fend for themselves they leave the “pack” to form their own family - they’re social animals, so they need a pack to be happy and safe, and that reflects in the AU too. In this universe though it’s pretty normal for wolf shifters to date/marry non-shifters or shifters of other kinds, and when that happens the resulting kids might or might not have shifting abilities, which results in the process of forming a pack being a bit all over the place

In Kirishima’s case, he was born by two non-shifters who had shifter blood in them - as a wolf shifter his wolf side needed a pack to feel well (let’s say, other wolves to play with and learn from and so on) so as a kid he used to spend a lot of time with Fat and Amajiki (both wolf shifters!) who acted as a surrogate pack for the wolf in him - now he’s old enough to have his own pack tho! And while ideally that would mean he builds his own family with another wolf shifter, he ended up falling for Bakugou, who’s a non-shifter and a man, which means the family plan sorta went down the drain. His wolf still needs a pack to be happy tho, and that ended up meaning he latched onto Mina (a childhood friend) and Kaminari and Sero (Bakugou’s close friends) who by this point are as close to him as if they were actual family.

So in theory Kirishima’s wolf side sees the pack as himself and Bakugou as the alpha couple and Mina, Sero and Kaminari as the “pups” - practically though Kirishima’s human side has a perfect grasp on his wolf’s instincts, so all in all it ends up just being five pals loving each other like family, no power imbalance at all (…he does get clingy after his pack members spend time with people outside of the pack, but he doesn’t ever try to stop them from socializing outside of the group and cuddles and general close proximity are all he needs to make his wolf feel better!)

…as you can see, I spent more time on this AU than strictly necessary haha

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anonymous asked:

Tips for highschool?

I’ve been meaning to make a masterpost about this for a long time so I guess I’ll do that now. thanks for the reminder!

so, bear in mind that these are just things I’ve seen that work for me or friends. I’m breaking this into the main areas that I see need addressing: organization, grades, tests, balancing time, extracurriculars, college, social, general


  1. clean your room. this sounds sarcastic and mom-like, but honestly, going into high school is a really good time to reevaluate a lot of things because it is a transitional time in your life. I suggest making a few piles: throw away, rehome, relocate (in your home), and keep. find organizational systems for things (no more piles on the floor), and make your room a space that you’re comfortable spending time. if this means redecorating, do it! you’ll likely be spending some good time here, be it studying, hanging with friends, relaxing, or sleeping, so make it a space that’s enjoyable and multifunctional.
  2. keep track of your assignments. I like to keep mine with me in a 2-inch binder, divided into sections for each class(which are separated by dividers). then transfer these to an expanding folder with a section for each class every quarter or semester (whenever the binder gets too thick). I especially like using the binder dividers with plastic sleeves between each section so I can keep notes or papers I’ll need year round there. it is *essential* that you keep assignments till the end of the year. teachers mean it when they say that they want you to keep things. this will come in handy when studying for finals. other options include a folder for each class, a smaller ½-inch binder for each class, an expanding folder for all classes, etc.
  3. put assignments where they belong. do not just throw them in your backpack. it’s easy to do when you’re feeling lazy, but it ultimately causes more grief.
  4. buy a planner. this is just one system of organization but its worked remarkably well for me. spend some quality time looking at them. I’ve found that university supply stores often have a better selection than office supply stores, but they can be found in either place, as well as bookstores often. look through and consider what you do and don’t like about each one, and make sure that its shortcomings are ones you can overlook. you’ll be spending a year with this thing after all, and if you’re like me, you’ll be looking to it daily. here’s what I have to say on planners:
    • mine runs august-july, and I buy it towards the end of july each year (because I have a terrible memory & need to have one I can look to at all times). I use the mead brand, because I like the way they look and the font they use. I like to have a planner that has a monthly calendar with a box for each day, followed by a full page spread for each week with roughly ten lines below each day.
    • I use the full calendar spread to write all of my events out. my planner is color coded, using a six-pack set of highlighters (though I use them so often that I buy a twelve-pack so I can renew it halfway through the year). I have a color for school, one for social/misc, volunteering, sports, various extracurriculars, etc.
    • I use the weekly spread to write assignments and daily tasks beneath the day they’re assigned. I write them in “class–task” format. I’ve met other people who prefer to write lists of things that are due on the days they’re due. do whichever works, or a combination of both. I like to write check marks next to completed tasks, and x’s next to uncompleted tasks. other people highlight them or cross them out. you do what works best for you


  1. one of the most important pieces of advice that I’ve ever heard is to start school the way you want to finish it. the first three weeks of any class or year are going to be the ones where you make the habits that stick, so try hard and figure out what works for you then, and you’ll be able to keep it up all year long, especially by setting little goals like “get a B this quarter, now next quarter, etc.”
  2. if you use an online score reporter or grading program, have a regular schedule for checking your grades (ie. every other monday) so you don’t fall behind
  3. make sure to ask teachers about your grades if you notice anything different. that can be, “hey I saw that this assignment was missing but I’m positive that I turned it in on time?” or “hey I’m wondering why I got this score on this paper, what can I do to improve?”. teachers like to see this kind of determination


  1. google test stress tips, and figure out how to minimize your stress. the most helpful things I’ve learned are the following:
    • figure out where you carry your stress. ie. I carry stress in my shoulders, so I make sure to relax them while I’m testing
    • take deep breaths. corny, but effective
    • bring your stuff. remember to double check that you have your number two pencil or your calculator
    • do everything you can to prepare. there’s nothing more you can do than walking into a test and thinking to yourself “I’ve done everything I possibly could to prepare for this, and that’s all I could do. whatever happens now happens.” this applies to when you’ve spent weeks preparing, and for those times you forget till the previous night and cram as much as you can.

balancing time:

for a lot of people, high school is a really busy time. if this is you, then you need to figure out how to manage that time and balance it between your various activities.

  1. write it down. it’s really helpful to have a schedule, so you don’t surprise yourself with how much you planned to fit into a limited time.
  2. estimate your time. if you have eight assignments one night, write down how much time you think it’ll take you to finish each task. this will help you prioritize.
  3. SLEEP. sleep is so important. like…… SO important! even if you forgot your test till 9:30 the night before. you’re not gonna do well if you haven’t slept. you may think “well I’m not going to do well if I haven’t studied either…” but trust me, you need some sleep. realistically you need 9 hours. set a bedtime for yourself. but honestly in high school that’s pretty impossible so aim for at least 8. I personally put sleep before school. if it’s my bedtime and I haven’t finished things, I call it a night. (this is where being able to prioritize comes in handy).
  4. if you absolutely cannot put sleep over school. still go to bed! you’re not going to get anything done if you’re falling asleep on your textbook (yes I’ve done this). estimate how much time you’re going to need to study/finish/whatever, then set your alarm so you can wake up early to finish, and still have enough time to eat breakfast and get ready to go.
  5. you deserve a social life. believe that! I’ve found that I can’t study in groups, but if you can, then that’s a good way to see friends more often! I don’t see friends on weeknights unless I’ve miraculously finished everything, and still have energy leftover (this is a rare occurrence). figure out what works for you, but I don’t recommend spending time with friends till you’ve completed your checklist. it’s really easy to convince yourself that that reading that’s going to take an hour will only take 20 minutes when you’re out with friends and having fun.
  6. trying to balance extracurriculars too. read on…


doing things that aren’t 100% academic during high school are important. they push you to think and interact in new ways and settings, they’re fun, and they’re good résumé and application builders.

  1. do things you’re interested in. there is no reason to join a club that you’re not interested in. many high schools have dozens, and if not then they have an easy system to set up your own. if you’re committing your time to something, then you should only do so because you want to. if extracurriculars aren’t your thing? that’s ok. don’t do them. as long as you feel like not doing them won’t close any doors for you down the road, then that’s totally ok.
  2. try to find a variety. if music is all that you’re interested in, then that’s ok, but maybe try to find other interests as well. it’ll expose you to new interests and opportunities.
  3. try things out. at my school, most clubs have an info meeting where you can check out whether or not that club is what you’re about. even if your school doesn’t offer those, it’s ok to just go to one or two meetings. drop them if you’re not interested or too busy.
  4. get exercise. you do not have to go to the gym. you do not have to maintain your weight. you do not have to join a sports team. but it’s really nice to find a sport or activity that makes you feel good, even if it’s just walking or yoga. (some schools even offer yoga as a physical education credit!) it gives you space to clear your mind, and improves your focus in school.
  5. get out of your school. high school is not necessarily fun. it’s not everybody’s ideal age or time or environment. that’s ok. if you don’t want to be at school a minute past the bell, then that’s ok too. you can find volunteer, cultural enrichment, community, and athletic activities all outside of your school. they may cost money however.
  6. don’t overdo it. I’ve quit sports, clubs, and activities because the time commitment was too much. it’s ok, there is no shame in quitting. it’s a whole lot better than realizing that you’ve been coasting for months and finding yourself unable to restore your grades (or your mental health! seriously. take it easy). do not overwhelm yourself. do not let peoples comments about college freak you out. do what makes you happy.


  1. it’s not for everyone. seriously. I’m sure it depends on where you grow up, but almost everyone in my area goes to college, and it’s very frowned upon not to. that is unacceptable, because there is a whole multitude of reasons why you wouldn’t go. among these, you just don’t want to. be ok with that. you’ll be ok.
  2. consider the alternatives. trade schools and community college are viable options. as are gap years. as are jobs. as are just chilling out. be it your health (mental or physical), energy level, desire, whatever, it is ok to not go “the traditional route”. it is ok not to do what’s expected or wanted of you. for those who do want to go to college…
  3. think about it early. researching colleges as an underclassman gives you a huuuuge upperhand. chances are you’ll have more free time them anyways, so utilize that. and figure out what you need to get done! have a checklist so you can feel prepared by senior year. no scrambling.
  4. do lots of research. it’s really comforting to not go into the process blind.
  5. begin applications in advance. I suppose it depends on the application system, but I’d recommend starting six months in advance. it can be a huge relief to get them mostly done during the summer.
  6. go where you’re happy, not where you’re obligated. prestigious schools like Ivy Leagues can be nice for some people. other people would complain about the huge student bodies, lack of diversity, high tuitions, large class sizes, and number of classes not taught by actual professors. there are pros and cons to every option. figure out what works for you.


  1. do not date seniors as a freshman. their intentions aren’t right. just trust me, they’re not the magical exception to the rule that they seem to be.
  2. surround yourself with people who make you comfortable. honestly. don’t waste time on people who don’t accommodate you. you deserve to be accommodated and cared for.


  1. there is no set way to do school. I’m answering this based on my personal experience, but it’s certainly not the right protocol for everyone.
  2. put your health first. school can be really draining. if it’s becoming too much, consider altering your course load or taking time off. do it at your own pace.
  3. find what works for you. make high school the best it can be for you, even if it’s not “the best four years of your life!” like some people unfortunately tell you.
  4. you are under no obligation to do things by anyone’s standards but your own. that is all.

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fandom: Haikyuu!!
pairing: KuroHina/OiHina
words: 3485
A/N: yet another one - and last - part of ’searching for your heart’, now only epilogue is left, I hope you’re excited ^u^

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They walked slowly, taking their time, holding hands and smiling, every now and then stopping for a kiss, and to be honest,Shouyou felt like a high school girl in love, embarrassingly so.

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anonymous asked:

If your still taking fic requests how about an angsty Ryan who can't understand friendship well and really flubs it up by getting frustrated and mad at everyone. He was really trying to make friends with them as well. (BTW your writing is absolutely fantastic!)

Oh my gosh, thank you! You’re too kind. And I am always willing to do prompts for you, and this one is gonna be a doozy, but I love it:

Before Geoff Ramsey and his merry band of misfits came long, Ryan hadn’t interacted with a lot of people outside of his freelancing jobs. At the time, he hadn’t wanted to make friends with any of these people. He didn’t see much point putting any energy into socializing with anyone because he did not intend to actually see them again.

When Geoff hired him the first time, Ryan went into the job with his same old attitude and skull mask to boot. He didn’t even bother learning anyone’s name outside of Ramsey’s just in case they tried talking to him. This was going to be a one time deal because he had no intention of doing any more jobs for Geoff.

But Geoff hired him again a few weeks later, and he kept hiring him over and over until finally he offered Ryan a full time position in his crew. Something that Ryan hadn’t expected, nor did he particularly want, but his life had thrown him a few curve balls and this was just another one, so instead of outright saying no, he asked Geoff if he could think about it.

It takes him a week to finally give Geoff an answer and another three days before he actually steps foot into Geoff’s penthouse. The entire crew is waiting for him, scattered around the living room like cats, and Ryan has to fight the urge to turn around and go right back home.

“I see you found the place okay,” Geoff comments pushing away from the breakfast bar and crossing the room to stand next to Ryan. He points at the skull mask covering Ryan’s face and says, “You don’t have to wear that here. We won’t tell anyone what you look like.”

Ryan grunts but leaves his mask on, and Geoff nods. “Alright, I got the message.” He turns to his crew, clasping his hands in front of him, and smiles. “So, I’m sure you all remember Ryan.”

The others stare back him for a long moment before a woman steps forward, a kind smile on her face. She extends her hand and says, “Hi, Ryan, I’m Jack.”

Ryan glances down at her hand but does not take it, and Jack’s smile falls a little. She lowers her hand, clearing her throat. “Uh, welcome to the crew.”

“Don’t worry, buddy,” Geoff starts, clapping Ryan on the shoulder, ignoring his frustrated huff, grinning, “you’ll fit in great.”

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anonymous asked:

Sirius black Head canons plzzz

  • Growing up his family life was miserable. True to the Victorian model, he was cared for primarily by “servants”, in this case house elves 
  • Sirius always desired attention and company, no, he needed them 
  • The only person who gave him either was Regulus. 
  • Reg was the only highlight of life at home
  • Regulus was his best friend until he was eleven, even though they didn’t see eye to eye on everything
  • Somehow Reg didn’t hate their parents as much as Sirius did, but Sirius had gotten used to being the screw up, so he took much of the negative attention away from Reg, who generally behaved well anyway
  • When was sorted into Gryffindor, he and Regulus grew apart until they couldn’t speak civilly to each other 
  • Hogwarts was the first time he saw a glimmer of hope, a possibility that he could grow up to be different from his parents
  • James saw that immediately. He accepted Sirius, loved him like a brother, and made life seem exciting
  • James was like no one Sirius had ever met, he was an idealist, forever optimistic, forever loving, forever impressed with his own brilliance. Being with him was like surfacing for a breath after living your whole life underwater without even knowing it 
  • To James everything was an epic adventure 
  • Remus rounded out the group with his quiet but always appreciated 
  • And Peter, well Sirius wasn’t sure he liked him at first, he had kind of wormed his way into the group, but James and Remus liked having him around and his innocents and excitement was adorable  
  • Rules meant Sirius’ parents, and so he hated them all indiscriminately 
  • Hogwarts offered everything that his childhood home hadn’t, people, attention, opportunity to excel, space for exploration and comfort 
  • Everything Sirius did, he did all the way, if he was gonna date, he would date frequently, passionately and be open to men, women, and anyone in between 
  • If he was going to break rules, he was gonna break all the rules
  • If he was gonna care about someone, he would do anything for them
  • He always said that muggle music changed his life 
  • Although he loved the wizard world, he’d gown up with it and it represented a lot of good and a log of bad for him
  • But the muggle world was an escape. He loved the clothes and the music and the simplicity. Even their weird technology was kind of amazing to him 
  • To Sirius, freedom was like a drug and he was addicted. He always pushed the boundaries just because they existed 
  • Romping around on the full moons was the best thing in the world, cutting class and exploring the castle was thrilling at first but it got old.
  • Soon he and James were hexing, and going out of their way to break rules. 
  • Sirius lived for the adrenaline of the chase, for the self righteous shame of being scolded after rule breaking, for the looks of admiration mixed with fear 
  • But at home things only got worse and worse and worse with his parents and the most painful part was that Reg wouldn’t even look at him these days 
  • Fifth year was the worst year of his life. The summer before was hell and when he got home to Hogwarts he was angrier than he’d ever been. And it made him even more impulsive. He started hexing people more frequently and often over almost nothing. He tried to get people to dare him to wrestle the giant squid of cuss out Dumbledore.   
  • Sure his impulsiveness and anger and abundance of energy worried his friends somewhat, but even the rage was easier to deal with than the hollowness he felt late at night 
  • The really amazing thing was that after all the crazy, dangerous, irresponsible, some down right wrong, things he’d done, James and his parents still welcomed him into their home. It was the single greatest cause for gratitude in his life
  • In hindsight he credited James with his survival. James grew up, became more responsible but more importantly he started to care about people
  • The Death Eaters support was growing and James became suddenly kind, interested in protecting good and innocent people 
  • And he brought Sirius with him.
  • Lily was great too. For a long time he called her Yoko Ono, but before long she was one of his closest friends. 
  • Together they spent hours browsing muggle shops, discussing boys and girls, rocking out to their favorite rock bands, and talking about James  
  • In his seventh year and after, Sirius became less interested in dating. Instead he surrounded himself with friends. Aside from the Marauders he preferred female friends because he said they were more trust worthy and had better judgment (primarily of style and men, two of his favorite topics) 
An Open Heart is An Open Wound 1/??

Ta-da! Here’s the beginning of the Super (Not So) Secret Project I’ve been working on. A slow burn (Sort of) Cursed!Killian AU. Updates are going to be sporadic, my friends. It takes me ages to write a chapter. Also on ff.net if you prefer to read there, or if you just want to drop by and leave a lovely review. (I also accept flailing in the tags.) Hope it’s not to angsty for y’all. If it is, check out my one shots, some of them are pretty fluffy. Enjoy!

Chapter One

November 2001

The slamming car door jolted Killian Jones from his nap.

Not any car door, mind you, his car door. His car door that was attached to the car he’d stolen only a day before. Also the same car where he had been napping in the back seat. Carefully, Killian opened an eye, wary of how the newcomer would react to finding him in the back seat. He caught a glimpse of a leather jacket and a long, blonde ponytail as the woman in the front seat jammed a screwdriver into the ignition.

Oh, this was going to be interesting.

The woman started the car in record time, cranking the screwdriver and zooming off still completely oblivious that Killian la curled up in the back seat.

“I’m impressed, love,” Killian said, sitting up. The woman screamed, eyes wide behind her glasses. Killian ducked out of the way of that long blonde hair as she wrenched around to face him. “But really, you could have just asked me for the keys.”

Grinning, he dangled the keyring by her ear.

She seemed to have trouble deciding whether to keep those green eyes on him or on the road. Oh he liked her, gutsy enough to jimmy the car window and easy on the eyes as well.

“Just drive, love, it’s fine.” Killian patted her on the shoulder, causing her to jump and the car to weave as they pulled into traffic.

“I just stole your car. Your life could be in danger,” she said, the low pitch of her voice doing nothing to hide the slight waver.

He chuckled. “Killian Jones,” he said, leaning against the seat and propping his chin on his right hand.

“Yeah, I’m not telling you my name.” Her voice held steady this time as she eyed him through the rearview mirror.

“I shan’t need it to have you arrested,” Killian said, “when the robbery is still in progress.”

The woman glanced black at him. He recognized the look on her face. It was one he’d gotten many times since he came to this realm several months ago. He flashed his winning smile.

“Emma,” she said. She pressed her lips tightly together. In a tone so soft he might have missed it if he wasn’t leaning so close, she said, “Emma Swan.”

“Swan,” he said, letting the name roll around his mouth. “I like the sound of that.”

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anonymous asked:

Hitler was a mental case (anxiety and other mental disorders) and a junkie who tried a concoction of all sorts of drugs. How about Ouma begins experimenting with drugs in the nurse's office in order to cope with his anxiety of the killing game. After a while, he begins abusing the drugs, and his behavior changes to the point where others worry. This prompt has some creative liberties because drugs affect people differently, especially drug cocktails. I'm interested to see how he recovers.

I’m probs gonna have to write a Part 2 to this story, because I couldn’t fit in the recovery aspect that you’re interested in. Sorry D: Probs post a part two tomorrow? Or maybe after doing a few other prompts (got 15 other in me box here oh wow :0) Either way, a Part 2 is defs being planned! :D

Anyways, I like writing an Ouma who has completely given up. An Ouma in despair, not despair crazy, just, despair… empty. Despair… sad. You’ll see I guess. :0 

Also, as a side note… I have… no idea, about drug stuff, at all. I’m kinda… not the best at that so uh, I’m sorry if my portrayal isn’t accurate D: Anyways, um, please enjoy ^u^ 

To Rekindle Your Hope

There was something seriously wrong with Ouma Kokichi.

Amami barely noticed it at first, just an off-hand comment or a strange look Ouma gave Amami every now and then. It wasn’t anything memorable, it wasn’t anything concerning. It was just a moment of weirdness that everyone got from time to time, right? Amami thought there was no need for concern.

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adacanary  asked:

Awesome. Well now I just feel like I'm bugging you haha but do you have anything more specifically about the team helping Sara deal with her bloodlust or nightmares? Sorry I'm asking so many I just really like your headcanons lol

You’re definitely not bugging me! All your asks are rad and if I take a while getting to them I promise it’s because I am Perpetually Behind on My Asks and I Cannot Commit to Doing Them in Order

Anyway. I’ve probably talked about this in bits and pieces in other headcanon posts, but I’ve never collected it all, SO:

  • Sara and Kendra both have a lot of bad dreams. They like sparring before bed to try and tire themselves out, but if that doesn’t work they’ll wind up hanging in the kitchen at 2 in the morning drinking hot chocolate or eating ice cream. They talk about their nightmares and what scares them, or about cool movies and something funny Ray did earlier. It depends. Sometimes they’ll snuggle down on the couch and have Gideon play movies until they’re too exhausted to stay awake anymore, or sometimes they’ll just pick a bed and have a sleepover to keep the nightmares away. (You can read that in a shippy way or a non-shippy way. Either way works.)
  • Rip, in one of his shockingly rare Good Captain moments, really knew what he was doing by having Sara and Kendra bond. He’s honestly doing a lot just by giving Sara so many people to hit; it helps keep her violence levels low and lets her function.
  • When Sara’s having a little too much fun in the middle of a fight, Mick is the designated Pick Sara Up And Hold Her Til She Calms Down guy. This had led to Mick getting hit a lot, kicked in the balls twice, and bitten once. He’s cool with it, since he and Sara worked out a deal where she buys him a drink for every injury inflicted. 
  • Jax is always keeping an eye on Sara, just in case. He’s not sure he’d actually be able to stop her if she did lose control, but by god he’s gonna try. For a while, when her bloodlust was at its peak and Kendra was having issues with her inner hawk goddess, he would hang around nearby anytime they were sparring just in case, looking like a worried parent. He spent a week convinced the girls were going to accidentally murder each other.
  • The nerd twins are endless fountains of positive reinforcement. Any time Sara’s feeling Self Doubt Ray’s like “Okay, but remember the time you totally DIDN’T kill Martin?” “That doesn’t make me a good person, Ray” And Martin hops in with “Well, from where I’m standing, that makes you an excellent person, but I might be biased.” “Staaahp”
  • And then there’s her useless bff Leonard whose helpfulness ranges from “*heartfelt speech at the gulag*” to “Sara you got blood on my boots it’s time to stop”. Also he may or may not have convinced her to make “bloodlust” the new name for her period. 
    • He did. 

overratedaleena replied to your post “If you wanna….”

So like i don’t see people talk about their size differences enough?? like i personally think Chirrut would absolutely take some private time just to get a piggy back from Baze and Baze being all grumpy but also so much in love. Like they’ve been together for decades. Why not take advantage of the height and size difference ? it’s so pure and their so in love.

Their size difference is all I think about, god help me. Poe Dameron voice: we’re gonna do this.

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bellstydia  asked:

"Dance first, think later" and bellarke. BECAUSE I'M COMPLETELY TRASH AND I LOVE MY BABIES DANCING TOGETHER. pleaseeee

Valia, you’re gonna get this with canon-verse, because it makes my writing a lot more trashy :))

Bellamy and Clarke: Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

Beautiful tones flowed from the antique radio that Raven and Wick had spent a week fixing -greeting Bellamy and Clarke as they left The Fallen Ark to finally join their friends, who had settled around to fire to happy ignore the business of the council meeting - Fortunately, their two leaders took care of everything like that.

But that didn’t mean that the pressure that came along with being (somewhat) in charge hadn’t taken a toll on both of them - their frowns growing deeper and the circles underneath their eyes darker with each day, “are you okay, Clarke?  You look-“

“Dead?” She mumbled and leant back to the sound of the quiet music, feeling Bellamy’s soft gaze on her; it wasn’t hard for her to imagine the look of it when a rather large variety of his facial expressions over time had been carved into her mind. They were familiar, and she could not possibly define how completely relaxing it was to know that there at least was some things in her life that didn’t cause her veins to fill with worry; things that didn’t scare her or put weight on her shoulders.

Pulling a small smile, she looked back at him, noticing from his position next to her that some of the muscles of his arms were still tense - he hated being on the council, which she knew despite his attempt to hide it; hated identifying himself as a part of the people, who had taken so lives back when The Ark was still floating around space, the people who had killed his mother and ripped Octavia from his arms.

But he did it for their friends - therefore, he refused to talk whenever she dared to confront him about it. Words could not express how deeply she admired him for that, so instead she took his hand in hope that the message would come through, and also that maybe it would help him relax a little more. At the touch; her fingers, small and thin, slipping through his - the intensity of his eyes on her, deepened, reminding her of the night of her return from Mount Weather with their brief talk around the fire: it had to be done… However, instead of that, both of their gazes spoke words, which were frankly even more reassuring: You are not alone.

“Pass mom and dad the moonshine!” The sound of Jasper’s voice (he was clearly tipsy - yet since Maya’s death, people had gotten used to him in that state) tore their gazes from each other, and Bellamy took the quite big bottle that Raven handed him without hesitance, a smile on her lips. The nicknames were a long story that neither of them knew all the details to, however they had gotten used to them eventually.

                                                   We’ll do it all.


                                                   On our own.

                                   We don’t need anything or anyone…

Suddenly, the voice singing the words of the song became clear enough to understand; if it was that - or how Bellamy’s eyes lingered on her as she passed the alcohol on to Miller the fourth time - that sent shivers down her spine was uncertain. Her hand was kept in his through the next round as well until she felt his hot breath graze the skin close to her ear, “dance with me?” it took her some long seconds to comprehend the seriousness of his request, but when she did, despite being slightly baffled, she turned to him slowly - her ocean blue eyes beaming - and nodded.

They got up, ignoring the whispering from their friends as they stepped away, (as far as they could while being able to hear the music) off to the side.

She was aware that he couldn’t breathe, but it was okay, since she couldn’t either, her jaw slacking a bit when he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer ‘til the fabric of her shirt rubbed against his chest. Trying to avoid his magnetic eyes, Clarke chose to focus on the words coming from the radio again.

                                             I don’t quite know

                                                  how to say

                                                  how I feel

                              Those three words are said too much

                                             but not enough…

Honestly, she wasn’t sure when they had begun to move, swaying carefully with every tone. The smile growing upon his lips was one thing she couldn’t ignore, and soon she found herself unable to focus on anything but him. Upon her return from Polis, their relationship had suffered from lack of trust, which you could only blame her for, except Bellamy didn’t blame her - never had. It was a wound that hadn’t quite healed yet, however this somehow told her that they were on the right track.

                                                     If I lay here

                                                  if I just lay here

                          would you lie with me and just forget the world?

The nightmares were endless for both of them - but they only realized it one night when Clarke had snuck into his tent, the ocean within her eyes overflowing with superfluous tears. He’d said nothing, simply scooting over to make room for her, and his breathing had become calmer at her presence - the handholding had started like that, too. Every morning, they would wake up, their limbs entangled in many different ways - still, it was just their fingers that got to stay that way. They never talked about sleeping in the same tent every night, and Clarke never mentioned having felt him run his fingers through her hair on more than one occasion.

                                                Forget what we’re told                                                                                             before we get too old

                                   show me a garden that’s bursting into life

That was just how it was. There was no need to question it - at least not right then…

a tale of fictional characters, fandom, love, shipping and hope
(warning: spoiler heavy! this is gonna be one long ass rant, no bashing allowed and if you’ll get through this whole post, i should def send you cookies. or give you a hug!)

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demonthatflys  asked:

Modern day Bucky and canon Steve?

Dude. This ask gave me at least five different ideas, and I feel like these memes always give me GREAT ideas, but I never write anything off them, but THIS ONE. Buddy, you did a number on me with this one, so I’m gonna write it for real. Here’s some of what I’ve been working with, just to prove I’m actually gonna do it: 

Steve doesn’t realize his mistake until it’s too late.

A flash of light erupts from the portal and engulfs the room, and when it clears and Steve’s eyes readjust, Bucky is standing in front of him. They gape at each other for a moment, taking stock. Bucky is wearing dark gloves and a peacoat, his hair cut short and his face shaved in a way that makes him look younger than Steve expected. His cheeks and nose are red from the cold, and he stares up at Steve with a look that’s either horror or overwhelming joy, or some mix of the two. It’s like Austria all over again, and Steve can’t tell what he should do or say, or if Bucky can remember him at all. He tries to give him space, but Bucky sways on his feet, looking so crushed and so young, and Steve can’t help but reach out to steady him.

Bucky surges forward and kisses him, right on the mouth, gloved hands cupping Steve’s cheeks.

Steve stumbles a little, hands hovering over Bucky’s waist without really touching. He can’t believe Bucky would do this, especially now, after everything that’s happened. After so many years spent agonizing and wondering, Steve thought he had buried this little guilty dream, but the softness of Bucky’s lips is enough to make him unravel. His brain shorts out when Bucky sucks at his bottom lip and licks into his mouth, and all the questions melt away. He drags Bucky closer, earning a beautiful moan as he clutches Bucky’s hips, and pours all of his apologies and years of longing into kissing Bucky as hot and desperate as he can manage. It’s heaven, and god, do they deserve it.

By the time Bucky pulls away, Steve’s half hard in his pants, and barely remembers the other people in the room. Tony, Bruce, Thor, and Natasha have all stepped back a little, and Steve can feel them watching, not even bothering to be inconspicuous with their shock.

Steve can’t bring himself to care about the audience - not with Bucky smiling at him like he’s the only person in the room.

Bucky runs a gloved finger over Steve’s lips, and lets out a little laugh. “I am so dead,” he mumbles. “I’m dead, aren’t I?”

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White Dogs on Blue Cotton, an InuKag ficlet

**Takes place two nights after Kagome’s return to the Feudal Era. It’s…. kind of a reunion fic. Kind of. From Kagome’s pov.

LOTS of kissing and kinda intimate stuff in this, but like… sweet intimate? It doesn’t cross the T+ line, but I just want everyone to know so 

I dunno. The idea came to me while shopping today, and I thought it was cute. \0o0)//

Summary: Caught up in the rush following her unexpected return to the past, Kagome realizes a little late that some wardrobe choices aren’t quite as private as they used to be. (sugary-sweet sappy fluff and light humor)

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