if i could write period

                      HOLY FUCKIN’ SHIT    !!        that’s all i can pretty much say at this point   ,   because i’m in actual awe at the fact that there are      over two hundred of you      that decided to press that follow button      in nothing more than a week     !!       honestly    ,    when i made hannah a week ago    ,    i was actually     terrified     ,     but this fandom is literally     the best      and having the chance to write hannah and explore her in ways that should be impossible is what makes it even     better     !!       so without letting people wait     ,     it’s time for what you’re all waiting for   .

                      @friendlost      /     @finalgore       i have to give a wee shout out to megan   ,   because if she hadn’t followed me from her jessica on my helen   ,   i   never   would have been here  .    then again   ,   if she hadn’t followed me way back with her ade   ,   we might not have been here period  .    
                     @leftoverfear   /   @chaostheoried   /     i could write an entire book about cj   ,   but basically   ,    the grace to my maya    always  .    and that alone says enough  .
                      @meticia   /   @tapeone     /     skye   ,   skye    ,    skye    !!     if anything   ,    the renesmee to my bella to be honest   !!     you’ve basically been following me on    every single blog     and i’m amazed by you and so grateful to have you as a friend   !!
                     
@helmctboy   /    @bcdassvixen    k    !!     you’ve been following me around as well   ,   and it’s always a pleasure finding you on other blogs when i never share them anymore on my multi   !!     you’re amazing and i   do    hope we can talk more than we did before   (    and actually have a thread going   !!   )
                   @psychxticrebel    /     i have so many things i could say about sam because from the start   ,   they’ve been nothing but kind to me   !!    they’ve adopted my hannah   ,   i’m not kidding   ,   and everything we plot is just    amazing    and all i have at this point is jd feels   (    and heathers feels    )     and if you aren’t following them and jd   ,   you’re missing out   !!

               THOSE WHO’S NAME SHOULDN’T BE ON THE LIST    /    AS IN YES YOU SHOULD .

        @depthshidden   ,   @swallowgrief   ,  @soulhcart   /   @crimsonuproar   ,   @girlfailed   ,   @tapeholdertony   ,   @whatslutsdo   ,   @mustangdriven   ,   @girlshamed   ,   @errat   ,  @watchashea   ,   @nothatevolved   ,   @cryonised   ,   @justinfcley   ,   @saetri   ,   @decentjock   ,   @hastodosomething   ,   @funeralpolished   ,   @sheriis   ,   @warblossomed   ,   @meddlingheels   ,   @gunsworn   ,   @vintagethrill   ,   @qlavs   ,   @truthladen   ,     @bittenrage   ,   @snakesided   ,   @violentmyth    ,   @starhaze   

               THOSE WHO’RE ADMIRED AND WANT TO TALK TO MORE .

        @cinephiliac   ,    @peepingtyler   ,   @sheconfessed    ,   @afflixit   ,   @clownzilla   ,   @sawyercide   ,   @adorcble   ,   @stolenotes   ,    @helmct   ,   @alrecdyruined   ,  @sometimesbatman    

                THOSE WHO I STALK FROM A FAR BUT AM TO SCARED TO TALK TO   /   I LOVE YOU ALL .

        @petalruin   ,   @conscienceclear   ,   @hubrisveined   ,   @rippedfromglory   ,   @secondchanced   ,   @mercycries   ,    @miistakesmade   ,   @roguetrust   ,   @zcchdempsey   ,   @vaultstolen   ,   @cigburnt   ,   @guiltwrought   ,   @reasoneleven   ,   @spectrcm   ,   @thirdjcnes    ,   @guiltshot    ,   @smiledamned   ,    @reasontwo   ,   @unreplaceable    ,    @scarredher      ,   @cruelnaturally   ,   @barbwiire

The 10 Commandments of Dating/Living with HSV

1. Do not settle or become desperate. Do not get into a relationship with someone that you would not normally be interested in if you did not have HSV. If they find a cure for HSV, you really don’t want to be in a relationship with someone that isn’t your perfect match. Over time you will find that you are still the same person you were before HSV and if that person wasn’t right for you before they still aren’t the right match. Not fair to you and certainly not fair to him/her.

2. Learn to love who you are. Every morning that you wake up you have the choice of being happy with whatever circumstances you find yourself in. You often have no control over the circumstances in your life but you have 100% control over how you let it affect you. Learn to appreciate your good qualities and if there are parts of your life that need fixing why not work on that now? I think one of the most important aspects of personal happiness is being able to be happy being single. If you don’t feel this tremendous pressure to have a partner right now, you can take your time and find the right person rather than force someone into your life that fits a short term need.

3. Do not get discouraged if someone is not interested in you because of HSV. My defense mechanism was to expect the worst when I told someone I liked about my HSV. If I went in expecting to have the person run away and scream at the top of their lungs that they don’t ever want to see me again, then any other reaction less traumatic seemed ok. Of course the reality is that I never had anyone act anything but kind and caring when I told and every single person I told ended up seeing me again. The truth is, there are a thousand reasons why two people may not be right for each other, H is just one of those. Keep searching for the person that sees you for who you really are.

4. Take better care of yourself. Get in better shape, start eating better, get up earlier, go to bed earlier, read a good book, go for a walk, buy yourself a nice present.

5. Kick its ass. HSV can own you or you can own HSV. Chose to own it and put it in its place. HSV makes us all feel pretty awful when we are first diagnosed, but think about what it is that makes you feel that way and work to make the fear/shame less important in your life. Are you afraid of your friends/family finding out? Tell them and that fear will go away. Are you afraid of telling a potential partner? Figure out the best way for you to do it and try it. There is no right or wrong way, just your way. I put it in my dating site profile so the fear of telling is gone. That’s not for everyone but it works for me. You would be amazed how many people send me a note thanking me for my honesty and often wanting to get to know me.

6. Use available resources for information and support. There are a whole lot of smart and caring people on this site. Many have been on this ship for years and have lived everything you are feeling. Ask us how we cope, learn from our mistakes and you can feel better simply because you are not in this alone. Projectaccept.org is also a great resource for those that are new and looking for information.

7. After you get HSV you will go through periods of not enough sex ( I could write a book) and not feeling loved. Before you got HSV you went through periods of not having enough sex and not feeling loved. After they find a cure someday you will go through periods of not enough sex and not enough love. We call that LIFE.

8 . It is ok to grieve, but at some point you have to accept it. Be thankful it wasn’t something worse and take it as a hard lesson learned, pick yourself up and move on— It is not the end of the world.

9. Don’t lose hope Ever

10. Always give your partners the choice. Always.


**taken and slightly modified from one of the online fb support groups**

I have this dumb headcanon that one of Tyelpe’s journals survived the fall of Ost-in-Edhil and made it to Rivendell and there’s a whole lot of information in there that Elrond would have rather never read or seen; particularly a nude sketch of Annatar that is obviously drawn from a live pose.

Request: Fever

Request: I’m sorry it’s not Wednesday yet, but I have a request : ) Basically I have a fatigue disease but I have been absent to much this school year already, I can’t stay home sick anymore. But now I got a bad case of the sniffles, I was already tired and now I just got my Frkn period ? Could you please please please please write an Imagine where the reader got a bad cold and the brothers (clumsily) take care of her ^_^’ It would be a great cheer me up, and I really love your writing ?

Word Count: 624

That really sucks, I’m sorry:( I hope this is okay and that you’re feeling better now! Thank you so much!<33

You blow your nose for what must be the twentieth time today, groaning. You’ve felt it coming on for a few days now, but it hit you like a freight train this morning.

You hate colds. You hate being miserable and stuffed up and coughing your guts up every five minutes and most of the time, ending up bedridden because when you get them, you get them bad.

The last thing you want is for the guys to think you’re weak and make you sit this one out, you decide as you take a sip of warm, sweet tea. You’ll get through easy enough. It shouldn’t be that bad, right?

Wrong.

You get halfway to the library before your head spins and stars fill your quickly darkening vision, and you collapse against the wall. Shaking legs unable to hold you up, you slide down, your head hitting your knees with a groan.

“Y/N?” Sam’s voice rings in your ears, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You try to assure him that you’re okay, but it’s entirely useless as your voice is stopped by the urge to vomit.

“Talk to me. Come on!” He’s panicking more then he needs to, his hand on your shoulder as if you’re dying in his arms.

“I’m-” You cough, closing your eyes tight, “I’m okay.”

“You’re obviously not. You’re burning up.” He lays a cool hand on your forehead, frowning, “Let’s get you lying down.”

“Bed?” You ask hopefully. He deliberates for a moment, before shaking his head.

“I want to keep an eye on you. Couch it is.” He slips a hand beneath your knees and another around your back, “Going up. Tell me if you need to vomit.”

“Mm.” You nod agreeably, letting your eyes close as Sam picks you up. He takes you so the sitting room and tucks you into the couch, wrapping a blanket around you.

“Thanks.” You mumble, and he smiles.

“No problem.” He smiles, passing a hand over your forehead, “I’m gonna go find a cool compress or something, try and get that fever broken. You stay right there, alright?”

You nod, tucking the blanket up around your neck and closing your eyes. You hear his footsteps fade off. The next thing you’re aware of is conversation right by your side.

You’re not doing that. It’ll hurt her.”

No, it’ll break the fever!” Dean insists.

We’re not, she’ll freak. The fever isn’t that bad, let it break itself!”

It’s only ice water.”

It’s only a possible heart attack! Let’s just go with the compress, yeah?”

Sam…”

“I’d rather not, if it’s all the same.” You slur tiredly, forcing your eyes open. Both guys look at you, and Dean raises an eyebrow.

“You’re burning up, Y/N. You gotta be at least… I d'know, forty degrees?”

“Thanks for your medical expertise, Dean. Much appreciated.” Sam rolls his eyes, “Y/N, how are you feeling? Talk to us?”

“Hot. Cold. Headache. Tired. Sick.” You summarise, “It’s not huge, just give me painkillers and let me nap.”

“But-” Sam protests, then stops himself, “Yeah, sleep is a good idea. Let me leave this on your forehead; take these pills; get some sleep.” He instructs. You nod obediently.

“Okay, doctor.”

Pills are distributed (not before an overly lengthy between the brothers debate over which one would be best) and you drink them down, before lying on your back as Dean presses a freezing cold flannel over your forehead.

“Sleep tight.” Sam offers, and Dean rolls his eyes.

“Get your ass better.” He amends, and you smile to yourself. They might be disagreeable morons sometimes, but they’re your boys.

20/20

prompt: can be found here. i saw it on my dash and got a little inspired. who needs homework?

summary: phil’s going blind and it’s not okay. not really, anyways. 

word count: 2.1k give or take. it’s a lil baby. written v roughly in two hours.

warnings: blindness. probably horrible descriptions of blindness, as i am not blind myself and i did as much research as i could in the short period i was trying to write this. i was gonna say cursing but it’s really not that prevalent in this one??? imagine that. 

the prompt was for “pure angst,” and y'all know how much i love being angsty.

hope you’ve all had an amazing week!

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People You May Know (Part 3)

Girl Meets World Fanfiction

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AU: She’s his tutor. He’s the star player of the lacrosse team and the most popular guy in school. They live in polar opposite worlds, but not in ones you might be used to with this kind of story. Riley Matthews has perfect parents who love one another unconditionally. She has a 4.5 GPA, is expecting to get accepted into an elite writing program for high school students at NYU this summer, and has friends who support her in every way possible. Lucas Friar lives in a world of secrets and lies. His parents are in the middle of a brutal divorce, his dad’s company is going bankrupt, he’s failing 11th Grade English, and his girlfriend is cheating on him with someone he cares about. When their worlds intersect, their lives are changed in ways they didn’t think were possible.

Summary: Sometimes we get so set in our way of thinking about how a person is in our minds, that our vision of who they really are is clouded. Riley learns that in this chapter. Will she be able to see people for who they are? Or will she be too set on seeing Lucas the way she wants to see him to chance her perception?

Chapter 3: First Of All, You Don’t Know Me

Riley

I stared at the blank word document on my computer screen and the cursor blinked back at me as if it were mocking my inability to come up with a single paragraph of literary genius. All I could think about was Lucas Friar in my mother’s bakery. He had this way of consuming the entire room wherever he went. Now that I knew he had been coming into the bakery after lacrosse practice, all I would be able to see or think or feel when I walked into the room would be him. I took a breath and started to type.

The stranger lurked somewhere between where the building cast its shadows and the edge of the water. His face was covered, as if showing it to the unfortunate fool nearby would…

I rolled my eyes and deleted everything I had just written. I had nothing important to say. I had no original thoughts. I had nothing to offer this writing program that NYU was conducting this summer and I didn’t deserve to go. The authors that I loved, the ones who have had the biggest impact on my life, were ones who had gone through unimaginable hardships. Who have seen and done things that have changed who they were for better or worse. I haven’t see or done anything. Period. So how could I write anything that would mean something to someone?

My phone buzzed next to me and I quickly grabbed it, thankful for the distraction.

“Hello?” I said into the phone.

“Riles, can you believe Lucas agreed to do the interview? This issue is going to be the best one we’ve ever published,” Maya screeched into the phone.

Maya Hart had burst into the computer lab after my tutoring session with Lucas. We were meeting there to work on the newspaper, but she had been late, which was very out of character for her.

“LUCAS FRIAR IS DOING THE INTERVIEW!” Maya yelled as she pushed through the double doors of the computer lab. 

Every single person in the room turned to look at her and my heart stopped at the sound of his name. This meant I would be able to spend more time with him. But it also meant he would start to realize that I was not always the girl he was used to in our tutoring sessions… And maybe that was a good thing.

“Yeah it’s… Pretty unbelievable,” I told Maya. I moved from where I was sitting at my desk, to the bench of the bay window at the other side of my room, and stared out at the busy street.

“So we want to know what the team is doing to prepare for the championships coming up right? How is Lucas, as the team captain, giving his team the confidence to perform well?” Maya asked, going over her agenda for the upcoming interview.

Those questions seemed like the standard ones you would ask Mr. Popular, Pretty Boy, the ‘I-Have-Nothing-Better-To-Do-But-Talk-About-Lacrosse’ Team Captain. But what I saw from Lucas today… I was starting to get the idea that he wasn’t any of those. 

“Yeah, but… Maybe ask him more about himself? Does he have a favorite song he listens to before a game? A favorite quote that inspires him?” I suggested, knowing in the back of my mind that this was obviously not what we needed to write about in this issue.

“Riley, we want to know about the team, right? Not just about Lucas Friar,” Maya told me, but I didn’t say anything back. “Look, I’ll throw some of those questions in there just for you, okay? ‘Do you channel your inner Popeye and eat spinach to give you strong muscles before a game?’ Stuff like that.”

I smiled. This was why Maya was one of my best friends. She knew exactly how to make me laugh.

“Thanks,” I giggled. “So, this writing contest. Do you have anything written yet? Farkle is one step away from contacting Simon and Schuster to get his published already.”

“I have some ideas, but no, I’m not anywhere near Farkle status,” Maya reassured me.

“Good. Man, I was starting to think I was falling behind. I can’t focus lately. It’s like I can’t write a single word that means anything to me,” I admitted, absentmindedly picking at a piece of thread on one of my throw pillows.

“You have been pretty distracted lately. What’s going on?” Maya inquired. I wanted to tell her about Lucas, but I honestly didn’t know what to say. There was nothing really to tell… But then again… There was something.

“I don’t really know. I just…” Just then my phone buzzed and I removed it from my ear to glance down at the screen. It was a text message from a number I didn’t recognize.

“Maya, I have to go. Call you back later,” I told her and hung up.

I clicked on the message and quickly read it.

I’m on page 66. What does Riley Matthews want me to think about?

I smiled wider than I had in a really long time. How did he get my number?

No hints. Keep reading. It’ll come to you. I replied.

My heart was beating loudly in my chest. It filled my ears, like a single solitary drumbeat in an otherwise silent concert hall.

You’re so cruel ;) … So this interview tomorrow. No chance you’re the one giving it is there?

Whoa. He wants me to be the one to interview him?

Sorry, gave that job to Maya. She’s really awesome though. She’ll go easy on you.

My mom popped her head in, but I shooed her out and quickly told her that I’d explain later.

Yeah, but you wouldn’t. Maybe that’s what I need.

I stared at my phone, thinking hard about how to respond to that. Maybe that’s what I need. What did he want from me?

I’ll see you tomorrow. Keep reading.

I set my phone on my bed and walked back over to my desk. I might not have had anything to write about just yet, but I had a feeling that inspiration would find me in the most unexpected of ways pretty soon. The only thing I was worried about was if that inspiration would be for better or worse.

There was something comforting to me about sitting next to a stranger on the subway. I didn’t know them. They didn’t know me. I could sit there with my headphones on, my music pouring into my ears and filling my head with beautiful melodies, and I would feel no pressure to say anything or do anything or be anything. I could just sit there, pretending to be whoever I wanted, and no one would know the truth. Today the song was Anonymous Club by Courtney Barnett. How fitting.

I was on my way to school, but there was a part of me that wanted to miss my stop. To keep going until I couldn’t go anymore. But instead, when the subway stopped, so did I. I grabbed my backpack and waited for the strangers in front of me to shuffle off to their busy, anonymous lives, until I hopped off and did the exact same thing.

I walked down the block to the entrance of my high school. Students were sitting on the brick wall that lined the front of the building, others were sitting in the small patch of grass outside of the gym. They looked so happy living their lives and being exactly who they were meant to be. Must have been nice. 

“Let’s start an anonymous club, we can sit alone in the dark…” The lyrics poured through my headphones and I closed my eyes. “Leave your shoes at the door, along with your troubles, your troubles, your troub-”

I jumped about a foot in the air as someone grabbed my shoulder. I spun around and swiftly kicked whoever it was in the shins.

“OW!”

I ripped my headphones out of my ears and watched as Lucas grabbed at his legs in pain.

“Oh my God! I’m SO sorry!” I apologized, rushing over to him and placing my hand on his shoulder.

“Jeez, that must have been one heck of a song,” Lucas winced.

“Sorry, I sometimes get… lost whenever I’m listening to a song that means a lot to me. I forget that the rest of the world exists I guess,” I explained, hoping I didn’t sound like a complete lunatic. Oh god. What if I kicked him so hard he couldn’t play lacrosse anymore? Way to go Riley.

Lucas looked up at me then and a knowing look flashed across his face that made me realize that he understood. He knew exactly what I was talking about because he felt the same way.

“No, I… I know what you mean. It’s okay,” he reassured me. He was no longer doubled over, and he was almost standing up straight, but I could still tell he was in pain.

“Are you okay? Do you need ice? Did I ruin your lacrosse career? Oh god, the whole school is going to kill me. Maya is going to kill me! She’s like your biggest fan. Wait, don’t tell her I said that!” I sputtered out quickly.

Lucas laughed, his eyes lighting up and the pained look he had on his face only moments ago had completely disappeared.

“Why are you laughing? I just ninja kicked your shins! You need those to be team captain!” I exclaimed dramatically.

“Riley, I’m fine. Besides, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if…” Lucas began, but trailed off.

“If… what?” I pressed, genuinely curious about what he was going to say.

“Nothing. Doesn’t matter. So, you didn’t tell me you were the editor of the school newspaper.”

“You didn’t ask. Plus, that’s not something I usually go around telling people,” I admitted, adjusting my backpack and taking a few steps towards the school.

“Why not? I think it’s awesome.” Lucas looked me straight in the eyes when he said this. No smile, no awkward giggle. He was serious.

“Please, Lucas Friar thinks being the editor of the school newspaper is cool. Yeah, that’ll be the day,” I scoffed. Ouch.  

All humor was gone from his expression. He was no longer playful, no longer admiring. Now he was simply just… Hurt. 

“Riley… I like having you as my tutor, I like hanging out with you, I like being your friend. But until you really know me, don’t make assumptions about me. Especially ones that are just… Wrong. That’s not fair,” Lucas reminded me. I blinked back tears and tried to hide my unbelievable embarrassment. 

“You’re right. I- I’m sorry. I guess it’s easy to think you know a person when they’re thrown into the spotlight as much as you are,” I admitted, feeling even worse than I did before. 

“Yeah, well the spotlight is overrated,” Lucas muttered, looking in the direction of where his friends were standing by the brick wall. “And so am I.”

He started to walk off, but then stopped to turn back to me. His smile had finally returned, and his eyes had gone soft once again.

“I’ll see you after school,” Lucas called back to me as he turned to walk towards his friends.

The saddest part of all of this was that I knew that Lucas wouldn’t have thought that being the editor of the school newspaper was lame. I knew that he would have found it different and interesting and completely unlike something any of his friends would do. But that made it worse somehow. I didn’t want to be his unique safehaven from his life of routine sameness. I just wanted him to want to hang out with me because I was me, not because I was different than what he was used to. I took a deep breath, put my headphones back on, and let the music take me far away from where I was, just like I would have done if I never had gotten off the subway.