if all the world were paper

‪God can I just talk about the neutron star collision real quick. It’s just… when I was born there were only like 3 exoplanets. The discovery of GRB Afterglow is less than a month older than I. We hadn’t observed the effects of the supermassive black hole in the center of our galaxy. We didn’t know what Pluto looked like. We didn’t have the ISS yet. ‬

‪In twenty years we’ve learned so much. In twenty years we put rovers on Mars. We found water on Mars! Liquid water! We’ve found thousands of exoplanets. We got to see what Pluto looked like with New Horizons. We’ve mapped the stars in the center of our galaxy and we’ve proved that there’s a supermassive black hole there.

‪But god, the most incredible thing was gravitational waves. In 2015 LIGO recorded the first one, just a small little blip lasting a fraction of a second. But that’s all that was needed. We proved Einstein right nearly 100 years later. And then the one that just came out. I can’t even describe how incredible it is. For over 100 seconds we recorded these waves, massive waves. We were able to triangulate the source. ‬

‪We saw it. In a moment of planetwide esprit de corps we saw it. We saw the gamma ray burst. We saw the afterglow. Two neutron stars, no bigger than manhattan, colliding at nearly the speed of light some 130 million years ago. And we saw it. We took pictures of it. ‬

And look at all the papers that’ll be coming out of this. Some 3,500 people were involved with this. 3,500 people, from over 70 observatories and detectors all over the world, using hundreds of instruments, made this happen. Yesterday 40 papers were published, along with a flurry of press conferences and jovial announcements.

‪In a moment, our species graduated from electromagnetic observing to being able to detect ripples in the very fabric of spacetime. ‬

‪In twenty years, in a cosmic moment, we’ve stretched our legs and are beginning to take our first clumsy footsteps into the universe around us. ‬

june 9, 2017 - what’s the biggest thing you learned last semester?

#ssn june challenge: week 1, day 4

i think the biggest thing that i learned this past semester was learning how to really do research and how to work with unfamiliar people. in my world music class, we were assigned a semester-long research project (you can read a little more about it here, and special thanks to my good friend @jinstudies for being part of it!), working together with randomly selected people in the class. sifting through a myriad of readings, asking the right questions, and formulating a truly solid thesis was difficult and stressful. i was fortunate enough that my teammates and i got along very well and we were successful in the end (we got an A on our final paper!), but i know that in the real-world workplace, you don’t always get to choose who you want to work with, and you won’t always get to be that lucky. you encounter all kinds of obstacles, and you may disagree on things every now and then, but you learn to deal with what you’ve got, compromise, and cooperate with others while kindly respecting one another. it may even seem daunting at first, but you will soon see yourself bloom and grow!

currently listening to: “solsbury hill” - lido (bohkeh remix)

Falling in love with Tom Holland in the 50s:

Since the first time you saw him walking through the hallway Because who wouldn’t want to meet Tom in the 50s?

 

Tags: @iamnesta @stormyparker @feeling-straange @cancerous-lizard666 (Tell me if you wanna get tagged!!)


  • He was the popular boy at your school
  • Yet he wasn’t the asshole kind of popular, more like the popular boy who’s lowkey a nerd
  • His hair was always in those kind of curls,some of them were falling on his face somtimes, which made him to push them away every now and then (oh way god you know that video were he pushes his hair back?? I’m dead)
  • Since the first time you saw him walking through the hallway
  • You immediately crushed in him
  • But you surely weren’t the only one
  • Basically every girl would love to even have his attention for themselves
  • Even if it would only be for a few second

 

  • Eventually, you’d have some classes with him
  • Today was Thursday
  • First class of the day: physics
  • You adored physics
  • When you were younger you kind of had some problems with it
  • You always had to have a clear picture in your head to actually understand it
  • But now, you immediately get what the teacher is talking about
  • Electromagnetism
  • One of the most easiest topics in physics
  • While the teacher was explaining everything, you took some notes
  • Some notes aka almost an entire page
  • The teacher was in the middle of explaining when the door suddenly opened

 

  • “I’m so sorry for being late. I had to talk to the principal about something very important.”
  • Tom
  • Your heart started beating a little bit faster
  • “I’ve been informed Mr. Holland, please take a seat. I’m sure one of your classmates will tell you what we’ve been doing.”
  • He nodded, looking around for a place to sit
  • There was one seat left and that was next to Y/N
  • Aka the girl he had a massive crush on
  • He loved how she feather hid behind a book than listening to the gossip all the other girls are talking about
  • She was good at school, some people even called her a nerd
  • It seemed like she never let anything negative get too much of her attention
  • But sometimes, even if it would be for a few seconds, he saw the sadness in her eyes
  • “Hey, do you mind if I sit next to you?“
  • „Uh-uhm.. no, absolutely not.“
  • Oh god why did you have to stutter in the most important moments??
  • Big little did you know that he was as nervous as you were
  • His heart was beating so fast,he was afraid that you could hear it
  • „Can I,uhm, have a look on your notes.“
  • „S-sure.“
  • B L U S H I N G
  • Like from the both of you (a lot of it)
  • After some time he mumbled something
  • „Oh god…“
  • „You’re alright?“
  • „Well, actually.. no I don’t really get this if I’m being honest.”
  • That was the chance you’ve been waiting for
  • “Uhm, do you want me to teach you? This topics of one of my favorites and I could try teaching you.”
  • “You would?!”
  • Loverboys eyes would widen at the words you were saying
  • “Yeah, when are you free?”
  • “Actually, today would be fine with me.”
  • “Alright,uhm.. where?”
  • “My place?”

 

  • Oh my god is this really happening???
  • Is the Tom Holland asking you to come over??
  • He looked at you with a waiting look on his face
  • “Yeah, alright I’ll be the around six if that’s okay with you?”
  • “Sure, yeah. Uhm I’ll see you later Y/N!”
  • “See you later Tom.”
  • As both of your ways separated you from each other, your thoughts didn’t
  • Both of you would have massive smiles on your faces, hearts still beating fast

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November Rain (Part 1)

Originally posted by rocksaroundthesuns

Characters: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 3001

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Angst, Violence Against the Reader, Swearing, Bigotry 

Summary:  After a hunt goes awry, Dean and the reader spend the night together, but was it all a mistake?

A/N:  This is my first A/B/O fic, written for @dr-dean‘s A/B/O Challenge (Happy Birthday!!).  I’ve always wanted to write one of these, so thank you so much for breaking me out of my shell.  And thank you @notnaturalanahi, for getting me out of my funk and inspired to write this, not to mention betaing it for me.  The prompt was November Rain by Guns n’Roses (one of my favorite songs, by my favorite band.)  Written using @kittenofdoomage‘s A/B/O Rules.  It got a little too long, so I’m splitting it up into two parts.  

***Please do not repost my work without my knowledge or consent.  Even if you are giving me credit, please do not repost my work.***


The day you met Dean Winchester you knew he belonged to you.

It wasn’t the earth shattering electricity you’d heard True Bonds conveyed when mates touched.  It was in a smile, in a glance, in the warm, comforting knowledge that he was yours.  Just for you.

Since then, loving him had been as easy as breathing, but being with him was considerably harder.  If Dean had felt the call, he never showed it.  He worked beside you, treated you like family, but never made an advance.  And that was the true challenge of your situation, and the true burden of being an unmated Omega.

“I’ll have you know, I’m great company to most people,” Dean said, shaking you out of your thoughts.

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A Lesson in Love (The Confrontation)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,036

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, this one is for Matt, the most fabulous resident I know, and all the other amazing residents who might be reading this.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - thank you for everything, always

Originally posted by sebjpeg

You sit in silence, nibbling on your bottom lip and tapping your foot against the carpeted floor. You’ve taken your fair share of difficult classes throughout the years, but nothing compares to the discomfort that comes with someone reading something that you’ve written. It’s as if all of your thoughts have been placed under a microscope, leaving every single imperfection out in the open for anyone to see. After taking this writing class, you have a newfound respect for all the authors who are willing to put their work out there.

“I must admit, I was a little apprehensive when you said that you were planning to scrap your initial idea and start afresh,” T’Challa says, carefully lowering your laptop onto the coffee table. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and propping his chin in his hand.

“And?”

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Essays in Existentialism: Walls

I love your fics and was wondering if you’d write a smutty one where Clarke and Lexa are neighbors and have never met but the walls are super thin and they can hear each other through them

Sunday, April 4th; 12:04pm

As soon as her face hit the pillow, the noise started. Or at least that was what it felt like. It wasn’t even the normal noises of the city creeping through her window. Those things, the car horns and mufflers, the traffic and creaking brakes, the general hum of the world where she lived, those things all sang her to sleep most of the time. But this, this low hum, it was new.

“Are you kidding me?” she growled after looking at her clock and seeing that it was lunchtime. It didn’t matter. It was her only day off, and thus she was angry that any kind of sleep was taken from her.

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sugar ❖ sehun

“You weren’t good at describing things, but if someone asked you what Mina’s dad looked like, you would have probably said ‘a first love’.”

admin : - velvet
genre : fluff, smut (in later parts), pretty huge age gap, kinda daddyish, ceo!sehun, angst

(gif not mine, cr to the owner)

| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Epilogue


No way❞ you mumbled as you checked your phone again. The place where you were smelled like fried food and strawberry milkshake, your best friend Mina was playing a game on her phone as she drank her iced peach tea down, the music playing in the background was some Halsey thing that you already heard, but weren’t quite sure of the title. The light in that cafe were neon pinkish and everything felt kind of fake, from the plants to the smiles on the waitresses faces.

If you just stop for a second❞ Mina mumbled taking her eyes away from her cellphone and looking at you. You snapped your head at her, taking your eyes from your phone too and giving her an exasperated expression.

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Old Dog, New Tricks: Part Five

Summary: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were known to be your soldiers across the hall. Whenever you needed them, they were there. It never crossed your mind that one day, after coming to terms with just how inexperienced Bucky was with getting back in the groove of romance - you find yourself now helping him in a way you never expected. Sex.                                  

                                                 Part One

                                                 Part Two

                                                 Part Three

                                                 Part Four

Word Count: 2,789

Notes: Cursing, NSFW, 18+ (smut)

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I think i’m in love - peter parker

Originally posted by yourneighborhoodmess

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Prompts 1 and 14; Based off the song “I Think I’m in Love” by Kat Dahilia

Y/N doesn’t know how to deal with the sudden and strong feelings that have been wracking her brain for weeks, and neither does Peter. But, he decides to take action.

-1. “Are you kidding me? How is dangling from a twenty story building, safe?”

-14. “I swear to god if you ever do that again…”

Requested: yes (anon)

Warning: language; VERY FLUFF

Here’s another request:) and I added this song bc it fit it so well! You can listen to it HERE:)! I hope u guys like this one!!

MASTERLIST <———————

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Time’s a ticking, hearts are running. Think that Cupid’s up to something. You ask me how I feel, I say nothing.

“Y/N/N? Are you okay?”

The sweet, scratchy voice that belonged to your best friend, Peter Parker, awoke you from your dreamy, afternoon daze.

“W-What? Oh, yeah yeah, I’m good,” you wave your right hand in his direction, as if saying that everything was fine and not to worry about.

The only consolation was, everything wasn’t fine.

Your wondrous mind had been slipping into an endless whirl-wind of confusion, guilt, and numerous other categories for the past couple of weeks. It seemed as if you didn’t know how to behave around anyone anymore, especially Peter for that matter. Every time someone would ask you a question, snapping you out of yet another daze, your state would jump into a lost one, confusion taking over as to what they were asking you. But, your mind was preoccupied with something, or someone else.

Peter Parker was the problem, and you hated it. Everything about him flooded your thoughts, day and night, all day, every day. You didn’t know how to control it, it just jumped upon you one day as he was speaking feverishly to you about one of his “Stark Internship Retreats". His eyes filled with excitement and wonder as he told you about his thrilling second life.

It seemed as at that moment, something inside you clicked, something that has never happened in the past seven years of your life with Peter. It scared you at first, your body and mind not knowing how to act in such a sudden and exhilarating situation.

Immediately, as you took notice of every little quirk and feature of Peter, your brain couldn’t help but make you blush and smile as the things popped into your head, over and over again.

And at that moment, you knew how your feelings were quickly laying themselves out. And you had no idea you wouldn’t be able to stop it.

But lately color seems so bright and the stars light up the night. My feet they feel so light, I’m ignoring all the signs.

’‘The sky is such a vibrant blue today, don’t you think?” you dazedly lean over to your friend Michelle, lying your head on her shoulder.

Michelle’s brown orbs tear away from her book,rolling her eyes at the interruption. Her eyes then narrow confusedly towards you, “Uhh, sure?” she questions, oddly looking down at your slumped figure.

Your lips turned up into a huge grin across your face while your Y/E/C eyes looked up towards the vibrant sky in a low haze. Your arms lay limp by your sides and your veins pursed with loving dreariness as the day went on. You couldn’t describe it. It was as if your thoughts clouded with no external thoughts of anything or anyone else. All that replayed in your head was…Peter.

Peter, Peter, Peter…

“What?” Michelle questioned you, her hand grasping her book as it fell by her sides, her attention fully faced to you.

Your eyes widened in confusion, eyebrows furrowing, “What?” you asked back defensively, wondering if you had made a strange noise or something that awoke her intent attention on the book.

Oh fuck, did I just say his name out loud?

Her finger pointed at you as your head shot up off her shoulder, “You just said Peter’s name like three times, out loud,” she pronounced loudly to you, your sudden thoughts just easily being exposed.

Fuck.

You shook your head vigorously back and forth, attempting to make your doubt evident to your friend, “No, no I didn’t. I said-”

“Noooo, you didn’t. You said Peter,” she came back instantly, not allowing you to let the topic go, “What is up with you?”  she tagged on, her head titled in your direction, bewilderment displayed across her features.

Your teeth grabbed your bottom lip in guilt and uneasiness, not knowing whether you should allow your new beheld secret to slip through your chapped lips. It was Michelle, you’ve been friends for awhile and you trust her with everything. She and Peter are the two you tell absolutely everything to, and of course you couldn’t tell Peter this.

Guilt subdued and you sighed before, grabbing her by the shoulders and dragging her to a nearby vacant spot in the park, “Okay I need to tell you something, but you have to swear you’ll keep your mouth shut.”

Her hands flew up in defense at your statement, “I promise, my mouth is completely shut,” she pretended to zip her lips before easing you to go on.

You inhaled deeply before shutting your eyes tightly, releasing them slowly as all of your thoughts for the past few weeks came flooding back, “Okay… I just sorta realized I’ve been in love with Peter for a really long fucking time and I don’t know how to deal that’s why I’ve been acting so weird and hazy lately okay it’s because Peter makes me go fucking insane but in a good way and it’s just freaking me out so that’s why okay I’m done-” you completely rushed out in a span of ten seconds, no pauses or breath being taken in your spill.

Michelle watched you oddly as you sucked in a new breath of air, regaining your previous state before rolling her eyes and throwing her hand up, “Uhm, obviously? I thought it was pretty mutual between you two?”

I keep on frontin’, yeah, I stay bluffin’. I keep you wonderin’, keep you huntin’ for my lovin’. But I crave us huggin’, yeah, I stay stubborn. ‘Cause I can’t admit that you got all the strings and know just how to tug 'em.

 “Are you kidding me? How is dangling from a twenty story building, safe?” you screamed out, face red with anger and concern towards your best friend.

“Y/N I’m fine!” Peter hollered back at you, eyes lit up with excitement once again as he came to your window still dressed in his attire, “I only came here to tell you how bad ass I was!”

You felt your protective instincts kick in as Peter blabbered on about how some bad guy tried to kill him once again. You couldn’t help it. Every time Peter approached you with yet another Spider-Man story, you couldn’t help but feel regret for that second persona he takes on almost every night. The risk of him getting severely hurt, or even killed put you in such a protective and weary state you didn’t know how to act or respond to his exciting stories.

These feelings have been immensely growing at a rapid rate ever since two days ago when Michelle spoke to you about her mutual sights and views between the two of you.

“Well, whenever I’m with both of you, one of the two of you always seems to be staring at the other. I mean, most of the time it’s you drooling over him in a lovey looking daze,” she laughs at your actions.

“Ha, very funny. Now, what else?” you pressured her, folding your arms over your chest and biting your lip.

She sighs, hand on her hip, “At lunch, when you'e always going on and on about how hard your math test was, he smiles a little, almost as if he liked seeing you talking non-stop.”

Your heart did a gigantic leap at the seemingly little yet grand gesture he felt towards you. God, that just proves how much of an impact this boy had on you. That small set of information from Michelle made you swoon for days.

I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). I didn’t think it could be true. Let alone that it would be you. I think I’m in love again (I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love).

You’re so pathetic, Y/N. Pining after someone who only sees you as a friend.

You slide out of yesterday’s conversation and back into reality, only to have Peter still jabbering on still about his greatest moment.

Tired of hearing him brag about how he almost got killed tonight, you put your hand up in front of him, cutting off his talking, “I swear to god if you ever do that again…” you glare at him annoyingly, shaking your head in disappointment.

He smiles brightly, rolling his eyes playfully, “I promise I won’t. Who else besides you is gonna keep me on the ground if I’m not here?” his play on words and sarcasm knowing exactly how to tug at your heart.

Smiling widely at his flirtatious comment and gesture, he leans over and wraps his arm tightly around your frame, his head digging into the crook of your neck, “You’re such a good friend, you know that?” he mutters softly into your neck.

Your heart aches a little as the word 'friend’ slips from between his lips, Masking your defeat, your hug him tighter, “I know.”

 My heart’s pacin’, I’m confused, I’m dazin’. I saw something I never seen in you, It’s got me shakin’. I must be hallucinatin’, I hear it happens, I’m just sayin’. Babe, I’m just sayin’. Someone give me some paper, someone give me some crayons. I’m feeling like a child, I need something to play on.

One thing you didn’t know was that, Peter’s head had been occupied twenty-four-seven as well.

But, with thoughts of you.

He couldn’t describe it. I was as if everything in the world suddenly had a purpose, and that purpose was you. He knew it sounded crazy, of course it did. You were his best friend, the oe he confided everything to, and all of the sudden you went from closest confidant to someone Peter couldn’t slip out of his mind for just a second.

When you spoke to him, it was something that connected on a whole new level. Your beautiful Y/E/C eyes sprang into his with such admiration that he felt his veins pulse with nerves. Your pretty lips that moved feverishly as you yelled at him for getting himself into more danger, became something he could stare at all day.  And when you touched, oh. That set his whole body on fire. Your sweet, caring touch would send him into a daze of bliss as your bodies held each other in a hug.

He knew what was happening to him, and he knew he needed to act on it, fast. Unlike you, Peter was sure there was something magnificently mutual between you two, and he needed to show you.

 I’m trying hard to trust you when you say, “Give me your hand.” Baby, I’m fallin’, I hope you catch me when I land.

New Message

Pete:): Come over as soon as you can. I need to tell you something.

You stared down at your phone wearily. It must be important, Peter never texted you without ending it in a smiley face or something. Nerves instantly wrack your body as you decide to make your way over there now, curious as to what could be so important.

Oh fuck, did he find out? No, there’s no way. Michelle would never and you hadn’t made it obvious, had you? Oh god, had you?

Shaking off the nervous energy, you grab your jacket and earbuds before heading out the door. Once outside, you slip in your earbuds, clicking shuffle on your most recent playlist. 'I Think I’m In Love’ by Kat Dahalia came on as you began the few block walk to Peter’s apartment.

 "In my dreams you’re the dutch and I’m the duchess and your blunts are always loose, so I’m in charge of rollin’ dutches. And we getting so high, we always get the munchies. And we go for early brunches that turn into late lunches.  And we ain’t gotta label, we’re just rollin’ with the punches, I make fun of your belly and tell you to do some crunches. And you say, “Yeah, well, your ass jiggles, go and do some lunges.” I say, “Fuck you,” while I’m thinking of you as my husband. I think I’m in love…“

Damn, my girl Kat knows what’s up.

After ten minutes, your face comes in contact with Peter’s front door. As your hand began to knock, your phone buzzed in your pocket, signaling a new text.

Pete:): The door is open when you get here. Just come in.

Your hand redirects to the doorknob, twisting it open you walk inside his vacant apartment. Quietness hits you as you make your way to Peter’s bedroom door. As your feet make way to him, your nerves begin to buildup once again, your mind wracking numerous terrible and nerve wracking situations that could possible happen within the next two minutes. Your knuckles daringly hit the door twice, stomach churning as you impatiently wait for Peter to open the door.

And once he does, you are taken in by his state. His beautiful brown eyes looked to be a nervous wreck. Hell, he looked to be a nervous wreck.

Well, guess that makes two of us.

His hair was sprawled in all different directions, looking as if he had been running his hands through it for a while. Confusion swam over you and you looked oddly at him, stepping into his dark room.

“Pete? Are you okay?” you question him as he walks behind you to shut the door. He sighs heavily, his thin lips forming a small line across his face in intense concern.

He walks back towards you, standing awkwardly in front of you, his eyes scanning everywhere in the room except to pass yours, “Uh, what? Yeah, I just wanted to…” he trails off, voice slowly becoming distant as you look down at his nervous figure to his hands rubbing themselves together roughly.

What is he doing? Why is he so nervous? You’re the one that’s nervous! Hell you’re the one who’s been nervous around him 24/7.

You dared to speak, interrupting his sighing session, “Tell me something? You sounded kind of urgent in your text.”

His head popped up in your comment, eyes meeting yours in a weary yet odd look. You felt as if he was freaking out about something serious, and you had no idea what. Stepping closer to him, you lied a hand on his shoulder, expressing excessive comfort to him.

“You can tell me anything, you know that,” you urged him, head leaning closer to his. His eyes continued to stare into yours, little fleck of light brown swam around your gaze, heart now caught in your throat.

You showed him that you’re here, can he take a hint?

He stuttered out his next response, leaning closer to you almost in a whisper he muttered, “I know that. Its just, I don’t think I can tell you this. I need to show you,” his voice got quieter with every word. His intense gaze and proximity caused your body to flood with those feelings. Those feelings you couldn’t seem to get rid of. Those feelings that were so evident right now you were shocked he couldn’t tell .

Attempting to receive a response from him, you slowly asked, eyebrows furrowing at what his last statement meant, “Peter, what do you mean? You can just tell me, I’m not going to judge-”

Your reply was cut short, not by a comment, nor a statement, but by your lips being enveloped in someone else’s. You had to keep your body from leaping back at the sudden change in atmosphere. You were standing here, eyes shut tightly to absorb the unbelievable, enticing feeling of Peter’s lips on yours. You didn’t care as to why it happened, you just wanted it to never end. Your body lit on fire from the feeling as his hand reached up and cupped the side of your cheek as your hands unknowingly grabbed his cheeks in an attempt to pull him closer.

You felt the smile you loved so much play across his lips at your actions, your closed mouth turning up into one of your own. The room became weightless, the air turned warm and you felt as if you were flying. Nothing, could beat this feeling you had right now. It felt as if everything you had sensed in the past weeks was all coming together now. And you knew, finally, that he felt the same.

You finally realized what that feeling was, and it was incredible.

I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). Baby, I think I’m in love again. I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). I didn’t think it could be true, let alone that it would be you. I think I’m in love again (I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love). I think I’m in love again.

Just Pretend

Summary: “We make Jungkook jealous, we make him wish that he was with you all the time.” Taehyung says, “we make you look so incredibly fun, so ridiculously unforgettable, that it feels like the world doesn’t spin without you in it. It’s easy.” 

“You’re insane. See this is why we’ve never spoken before.” You say, half inclined to get up and leave now before Taehyung continues with his idea. But, your interest again, is bigger than you. “Wait, what would you even get from that?” 

“It would uh—-” he begins.

“It would what?” You say, leaning in closer, close enough for him to whisper it to you. 

“Oooh, Taehyung has a little crush on someone too, does he?” You tease.

That’s right, you fancied Jeon Jungkook, but you’re not alone in the world of unrequited love, and it just so happens that making people jealous often makes them fall for you. But what happens when you really make the perfect fake match?

Genre: Kim Taehyung Fluff, Angst and super mild smut suggestiveness

Words: 10.6K (10,662 words)

Originally posted by bwipsul

a/n: so it was a spur of the moment decision to write this fic, but the words college au and fake dating just seemed so perfect together that i couldn’t resist. i hope this mends any broken hearts and maybe breaks a few with the angst. lots of love, mo.

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George Weasley x Reader: Gifts

AN: It tisn’t the season but who doesn’t love the holidays? ;) I just want to say thank you for all of your patience! There should be another fic this week as well!

Request: Anonymous

Warnings: N/A

Christmas Eve at the Weasley’s was a magical, truly magical, event. Arthur would chop down a large tree from the forest off of Ottery St. Catchpole, and Charlie and Bill would help him drag it inside. Percy and Mrs. Weasley took great care in stringing the lights and decking the branches with ornaments and glittery tinsel. Bill would pull Ginny on his shoulders and she would place the star on top, while Ron brought out the gifts to place underneath the tree. The twins enchanted a toy train to huff and puff on the rug before the fireplace, and everyone was in high spirits as snow drifted in sheets in the yard.

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2015-2017

My, my! Look how we’ve grown. As cosplayers and as friends. *wipes a single tear from my eye* It was a magical day in the early spring of 2015.. I had gone to comic con because I didn’t get asked to Senior Prom. Allie ( @the-mischief-managed ) was excited because the ever so famous Lettherebedoodles was going to the con. I had no idea who that was. So as we were waiting by the Evermore booth, my dad was talking to TT’s parents, and they were like “TT should be along any minute”. In a whirl wind of movement a group of Attack on Titan cosplayers descended upon us. Allie was most excited to see the Hanji cosplayer, so I assumed that was Lettherebedoodles. Then I was like…. that’s TT??? They’re their kid??? So I “know” them??? But that means…. they’re EVILTT ON DEVIANTART?! And for the brief moment they were there, they were like HI FAN, BYE FAN, and ran away. 

Since then our friendship really started as both of us trying to weasel our way into each other’s lives. From me working at Evermore, to being in art class together. 

TT is such a loving, accepting force in my life. They have helped me see things from a perspective I’ve never seen before. TT is passionate in all that they do, whether it’s analyzing an argument or developing a whole world of make-believe. They are always kind: helping siblings write papers, driving when it’s not their favorite thing to do, laughing and smiling at everything, and especially making people feel comfortable and valid. Their empathy and compassion is out of this world. They feel everything, and they feel for everyone. If you are sad or mad or happy, they are there with you 100%. And they will 100% share their feelings with you as well. TT is outgoing, confident, and strong. So, so, so strong. Like they could punch me in the face and I would love it. I love seeing them in makeup, whether it’s Sirius or Ariel or gosh dang Mad Eye Moody. I love seeing them with no makeup. They are so truly beautiful to me. And I loooove that when I get that stupid anxious voice in my head that says “Oh gosh I did that tiny awful thing, they totally hate me” I can immediately say, “That’s so untrue that your nose should be a mile long right now”. It is such a blessing and comfort to have them in my life. And they need to recognize how amazing they are, imperfections (I know, hard to believe from a Deity on Earth) and all. I love you!

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The Law Of Attraction for Manifesting And Self-Confidence:

Q: Hi! I’ve found your blog not long ago and I am really loving it! I was wondering if you could give me your opinion/advice on how to manifest material things, but also I feel like I’m not too confident about myself and this is reflecting my outcome, but Idk how to change it. Thank you very much :) 

A: I am actually SO excited to answer a question on confidence. I have alot of help to give you, as it’s a very personal topic for me too. Attracting material things is covered at my best in the following post. Digest it and re-visit the page often. Each step will easily attract to you material things. Start with a medium sized goal, and you should have a result within 30 days. (Let me know what manifestations happen as a result of that, as they sure will happen!)

And now, for the key to success, the key to how happy your life will be and the key to how many opportunities come your way: Self-Confidence. Your confidence comes from your concept of yourself. Your concept of yourself was programmed from since before your birth and includes your parents, how much they earned, where they lived, and every thought you were exposed to in your childhood. It is hard to find a single person who has had a perfect image of themselves, therefore. Your concept of yourself is basically opinions that people share and over time they become accepted. An example is the girl that believes she is shy, and her family and friends also “agree”, would never ask out her teenage crush. There is no physical barrier to her doing this; she could walk up to him and she can say the words. But her concept of herself is the psychological reason her legs and mouth wouldn’t coordinate with her. 

You’re right that confidence will affect your outcome. It will affect the level of money you earn, where you live, who you befriend, etc. Here are some exercises that will cause your awareness to grow;

1. Headline a sheet of paper “The Truth About Me!” and write under it as close to this: The energy that made worlds, made me also. I am confident, I believe in myself, I enjoy being me. I know I am worthy of all that I desire. I am powerful and have a magnetic personality.” Read this statement every day. 

2. In the mirror, look into each eye separately and say to yourself “I am confident. I love me.” It will feel funny but its the surest fastest way to communicate with your Soul. 

3. If you were more confident, how would you act? Talk? Dress? Set 30 minutes aside each day and visualize in your imagination all these things. See your friends saying “you’re so much more confident now!”, and “Wow I can’t believe you did that! Where is this confidence coming from? You gotta spill!” etc, etc. The more intensely you do this, the more you’ll notice you start to take action towards that now. 

4. Read Psycho-Cybernetics by Dr Maxwell Maltz. I believe there are copies available on Amazon and PDFs on the internet too. Ignore the title, it is basically a plastic surgeon turned psychologist who wrote about self-confidence. The book is written in a simple style and you’ll really, really love reading it. Trust me. It will help you along your way. 

5. Play a confidence or self-love guided affirmation tape daily. Ideally in bed at night. I found one for you that has binaural beats which means it will stimulate your brain to learn confidence faster: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCJkTXS4LoA

*I now provide private law of attraction e-coaching. To know more please read here.*

Rooftop Season (Peter Parker x Reader)

When you were on the verge of a breakdown, he was the only one who approached you and asked if you were OK. And that changed everything. (Peter Parker x Reader) 


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A/N: Hey guys! This is my first ever Marvel/Spiderman fanfic. This is just a fun little project I’m working on to celebrate the adorable human being that is Tom Holland as Peter Parker. I hope you enjoy!!

That’s it. You’ve had enough.

The bell rung, signalling the end of class. You shoved all your notebooks and papers into your bag and stormed out of the class, past the flock of starving teenagers rushing for the cafeteria. You pushed past the entrance doors to the front lawn, threw your bag on the grass. You paced, fuming, back and forth under the stifling midday sun. Tears built up in your eyes but you refused to let them spill because you weren’t upset. No. You were angry. Very angry! You kicked your bag, as if to prove to the world just how angry you were, but it only made you feel more upset.

“Are you OK?” said a quiet voice from behind you.

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Earlier this week I brought up how I have this professor who assigned a paper about: “Is it okay when employers have you to listen to voice mails and answer emails or do work on your “off” hours?“ And then my professor went on a speech and was like “If you don’t do this kind of free work you’re missing out on opportunities and being bypassed on promotion.” And she just wanted us to know it’s a “career-limiting move.” (There’s way more to this story but now’s not the time to recap lol)

Anyways we had to have a discussion with other students about their opinion yesterday and I went all out on my paper and I really had to hear it from some of the older people in the class. Which was extra hilarious because at least one of them said that they wouldn’t personally do this but after I spoke they were like “your generation is so lazy,” and going on and on about how you need to do this to move up in the world. And I’m just like “sorry I just don’t think it’s cool to normalize exploited labor even more,” and they got so irritated lol.

if you would stay | m

◇ “Come back home.” Always.

◇ Namjoon x reader

◇ mafia!au

◇ length: 8.5k

◇ um???? Guess who has no idea where tf this came from??? Anyway enjoy lol

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Namjoon catches you staring again.

Your eyes hooded, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your chin resting gently on your open palm. You were a sight for sore eyes; a sight that Namjoon could not indulge for the time being, but a sight nonetheless.

“Boss.”

Namjoon prides himself on his emotionless composure but he’s sure that even Jimin could tell that he was distracted; though, said man was well aware that he shouldn’t question the whereabouts of his boss’s thoughts. He didn’t need to know that Namjoon was thinking about pressing you against his desk and taking you from behind, after all.

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Special Lady

Pairng: Tom x Reader

Warnings: None really just fluff

Word Count: 461

A/N: My very first go at writing Tom so be gentle with me. I got a few more drabble ideas so this will not be the last you see of him on my blog and I might also do a one shot or two or… in the future :)

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Usually Tom loved premieres. He loved meeting the fans and engaging with people.He even enjoyed talking to the reporters, making a point of remembering as many of their names as possible. Tom had found kindness made his job a lot easier. Not that he had to try hard, Tom was simply just himself. Putting on a fake facade took up too much energy he found early on.

Even if Tom wasn’t fake he was still a private man. He knew you had been seen with him around New York earlier today and he knew there was going to be questions. Questions Tom were ready for but he also knew you weren’t. He had tried convincing you to join him tonight, but he had respected your decision not to. Fame was part of his life, not yours. You both knew you were going to be thrown in head first sooner or later as you were both very serious about each other but tonight was just not the night.

Tom had gotten through most of the reporters without anyone bringing up the paparazzi pictures that were already floating the internet and he was just starting to think he was going get home free, when a female journalist call attention to the fact that he was alone.

“So Tom we thought you’d might be bringing a special someone with you tonight?” she asked flashing him a smile, and Tom couldn’t help but blush a little and laugh with her choice of words.

“Sorry,” Tom smiled at her, “there is a special someone but she is working tonight.”

“Oh yeah on a Thursday evening?” the reporter pushed with a smile which Tom didn’t hesitate to return.

“Yes grating papers. She’s a teacher,” Tom answered still smiling, finding he loved being able to share just a little bit about you with the world. He couldn’t wait until the moment came where you were finally gonna let him show you off.

“Does this special someone have a name?” the reporter kept pushing just as Tom’s assistant rested a hand on his arm letting him know it was time to move inside.

“Y/N.” Tom smiled as he backed up, “and that is all you are getting for tonight.”

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You were sitting in front of your laptop with a huge goofy grin on your face. You were supposed to be working but you hadn’t been able to refrain from clicking on the livestream of Tom’s premiere. The smile on his face when he spoke your name were instantly mirrored on yours and you slightly regretted you weren’t there with him tonight.

“Next time,” you promised yourself as you closed your laptop, beginning to count the minutes until your boyfriend would be back at the hotel with you.

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Punk (Chap. 7)

Originally posted by miamirasmus

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 2510

Warnings: Same as always

A/N: Thank you for all of the feedback again I’m completely blown away.  Sorry that tags have been finicky, not sure what tumblr’s deal is lately.  I hope you like this chapter, thanks for sticking around!



The crisp, cold air outside the club was a welcoming relief but did little to halt the burning tears cascading down your cheeks or the hot waves of mortification and shame radiating out from deep within your very being.  The cold air bit at your nose and throat as you allowed yourself to suck in great gulps in attempts to keep the impending panic attack at bay.

This can’t be happening, this wasn’t supposed to happen.  Ethan stood at the curb, attempting to hail a cab while you toiled over your interaction with Bucky.  This wasn’t like how it was in the movies.  Wasn’t Bucky supposed to be completely awestruck with your transformation? Shouldn’t he have been at a loss for words? Instead he was completely taken aback for all the wrong reasons. He’d looked at you with utter confusion, probably wondering what the hell you were doing in a dress, wearing makeup, sporting heels, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing…and he didn’t like it at all.

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Kiss Me Not -Part 12-

Find Part One Here!

tags: drarry, hogwarts eighth year, soulmates au


Harry drifted close to the walls as he walked through the dark castle hallways heading for the Great Hall where Draco’s dot on the map had been last. Inside, the sconces along the walls were unlit but the candles still hovered over the long student tables. The flickering flames added new stars to the enchanted sky above which was clear and bright with a billion pinpricks of light.

Draco was sitting on the edge of the head teachers table, swinging his legs back and forth idly as he craned his neck back to look up at the false sky. The moon shone through the windows behind him, crowning him with a silver halo of light.

Harry leaned against the door frame, taking a deep breath to brace himself. The thing was, he had always rather noticed Draco, his hair and his voice and the way he gestured. Harry had noticed him a great deal more than anyone else and he didn’t even really realize he was doing it unless someone pointed it out. He just found his eyes drawn to the flash of white-blond hair and turned when he heard his voice. Harry wondered if maybe everything had been leading up to this in some sort of roundabout way and if it had, and what Ron said was true, then Draco must have felt it too, a bit at least.

Harry took the silencing spell off his shoes and pulled his cloak off.

Draco jumped slightly when Harry crossed the floor and then glared. He waited until Harry was closer so he could keep his voice down to a hiss, “Are you stalking me, Potter?”

Harry stopped at the bottom of the risers leading up the head table, looking up at Draco. Before he could answer, Draco threw in another barb.

“I should say, stalking me again. You never do know when to leave well enough alone. Always poking your nose where it doesn’t belong, trying to make things right,” Draco sneered.

Harry hesitated and then nodded, “Yeah.”

Draco twitched backwards, looking more surprised than when Harry had first startled him.

Harry took a deep breath, “Yeah to all of it. And I’m afraid am really stubborn as well.”

Draco stared at him.

Harry smiled hopefully.

After a drawn out bit of silence, Draco said, “You’re a nutter.”

“Maybe so,” Harry said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “So I was thinking, I could start sharing time.”

“Sharing time?” Draco asked after a pause, still looking at Harry as if he had gone rabid.

“Well, that’s what you called it.” Harry said, slightly defensively, “Just ask me something.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed, “What sort of something?”

“Anything you want?” Harry said trying not to roll his eyes.

Draco’s eyes narrowed further and he looked Harry over and then around the room, as if expecting a trap. Once satisfied, he asked, “What happened in the forest?”

Harry groaned. Of all the things he had to ask, it would be that.

“I knew you were full of shit,” Draco said quietly, his voice lacking its normal venom.

“That’s not it,” Harry said, pushing his hand through his hair, “Only three people know what really happened, your mum, Ron and Hermione and the last thing I want is it getting out-” he waved a hand at the world in general, “-there. It’s bad enough as it is with the press and papers and this stupid kiss thing.”

“Aww,” Draco said with a melodramatic pout, “Poor Potty, doesn’t want all the world to love and adore him, bowing, grovelling, kissing his feet?”

Harry frowned at him, “You’ve got to know I hate it. If you know me at all, you’ve got to know I hate it.” He sat on the risers, his back to Draco, scrubbing his hands over his face, “I was cornered by a group of second years today. Twelve years old. I swear to Merlin they only went up to my waist.”

Behind him, Draco choked a laugh down into a snigger.

“Very funny,” Harry muttered.

Draco jumped off the table and reluctantly sat on the steps near Harry, “I won’t tell anyone about whatever happened in the forest.”

Harry glanced over at him sidelong.

“I won’t!” Draco said petulantly.

Harry draped his hands over his knees and stared at them fixedly, “I died.” He took a shaky breath and quickly added on before Draco could ruin the moment, “I went into the forest and Voldemort killed me with an avada kedavra.”

“You don’t look very dead,” Draco said.

“I came back,” Harry smiled faintly, “Decided it wasn’t for me.”

Draco grinned for a split second before wiping the expression from his face, “Very funny, Potter, but that doesn’t make any sense. People don’t just come back from the killing curse.”

“Well, there were a lot of factors involved,” Harry said, thinking of the deathly hallows and being a horcrux but it was too soon to share that just yet. “Dumbledore always said love was the strongest magic there is. I was going to die to protect them, everyone in the school.”

“Sounds like bullshit to me,” Draco said.

Harry shrugged, “Ask your mum then. She was there, she saw me get hit by the curse. Voldemort asked her to check I was dead and she lied to him, so she could find you.” He shivered and squeezed his hands together, “How about we talk about anything else now. How are you doing on the potions assignment?”

Draco studied him, his shoulders relaxing, “I finished it yesterday.”

Harry grimaced, “Any pointers?”

“What do you have so far?”

Harry’s grimace deepened, “I haven’t started it yet?”

Draco closed his eyes like he was in pain, “It’s due in two days, Potter.”

Harry shrugged guiltily, “I finished the Defense paper.”

“We still have a week for that!” Draco said in dismay.

“It was more interesting!” Harry said defensively.

Draco rolled his eyes, “Fine. Meet me in the library tomorrow after classes and I shall assist you, out of pity, of course.”

Harry grinned, “I’ll see you there.”


Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~ Part 9 ~ Part 10 ~ Part 11~ Part 12 (you are here!) ~ Part 13 ~

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An Unexpected Surprise - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Requested: Nope. Just an idea I had for a Liam imagine.

Word Count: 3,320

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of implied smut/sex, Teenage pregnancy

Author’s Note: It’s been a while since I’ve written a Liam imagine. I miss writing about my SMOL. I hope you like it. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by onlyateendreamerdiary

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

“Come on, come on, come on,” Y/N repeated as she paced back and forth in her bathroom while looking at the timer on her phone in her hand.

Two days ago Y/N realized she was late and bought a pregnancy test at the drug store on the way home from school. For two days, she had the brown paper bag with the test hidden inside behind her towels in the linen closet of her bathroom. As soon as she woke up this morning, she double-checked if the house was empty as her parents were supposed to leave early for a business trip. When the coast was clear, she took out the test, peed on the stick, and was now experiencing the most torturous three minutes of her life as she waited to see if the test was positive or negative.

Y/N’s phone vibrated as the timer finally rang. Y/N closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she grabbed the test and sat on the toilet. She silently prayed the test would be negative. She was never a religious person, but right now she hoped some higher power would answer her prayer. She was only a junior in high school and a werewolf. She wasn’t ready to be a mother.

She took a deep breath before she opened her eyes and turned the test around to look at the results.

Positive.

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