inspired by a post i read

anonymous asked:

For the prompt post: “i was hitchhiking and you picked me up and WHOOPS YOU’RE A FAMOUS ROCKSTAR” au OOOOOOR “i had a one night stand the night before i started a college class and WHOOPS I ACCIDENTALLY BANGED THE PROFESSOR” Please and thank you!!!!!!!!

“Just try,” Sam says, shoving Steve towards the bar.

“Sam!” Steve hisses, but it’s too late — he’s already bumped into the man he’s been ogling half the night.

The guy starts a little, dropping the book he’s been reading. “Sorry!” Steve manages.

“It’s alright,” the guy says, looking up. Then he looks up, obviously checking Steve out. “Hey,” he says, voice sounding a little lower than it did before.

Steve can’t help it; he blushes. “Hi, uh, you’re alone?” he asks, and he can hear Sam snicker behind him.

The guy smiles, sort of leans back on his bar stool. “Mmm-hmmm,” he says, and Steve can’t stop staring at his plump lips. “Why, you want a drink?”

“If you’re not busy,” Steve says, looking at the book, which he can see now is heavily-annotated.

The guy seems to trace Steve’s gaze and shuts the book. “Just over-preparing. First classes start tomorrow.”

Steve nods, chuckles. “Oh, I know,” he says. It’s pretty much all he’s thought about since he decided to put that GI Bill to good use.

“I’m Bucky,” he says, reaching out a hand.

Steve takes it. His grip is firm and… lingering.

“Steve,” he says.

Bucky smiles again. “I’ve got good drinks over at my place, if you’re—“

“Yes,” Steve says. “Let’s go.”

— —

“Jesus,” Bucky says, rolling over the next morning. His hair is a goddamn mess, and Steve’s pretty proud to have made it that way.

Steve yawns, stretches. His nerves have dissipated somewhat, thanks to Bucky and his amazing hands.

“Mornin’,” Bucky says, looking over at Steve and smiling.

“Hi,” Steve says, unable to keep the dumb smile off his face.

They look at each other for a few moments, just soaking each other in. They hadn’t had much time for conversation last night, but Steve had fun. He can already tell that Bucky has a great sense of humor, and he’s obviously incredible in bed, and Steve really wants Bucky to ask him for his number.

Bucky sighs. “I hate to lose the view, but I gotta get ready for my class.”

“What time is it?” Steve asks.

“Quarter to eight,” Bucky says.

Steve nods. “Same.” He’ll have just enough time to get home, change, and get to class. Not enough time to worry about anything.

“You busy tonight?” Bucky asks, then ducks his head. “I know it’s a little overeager but I’d like to actually take you on a date.”

“I’m free,” Steve says. “Very free.”

Bucky looks back up and smiles. “Meet me here at seven?”

Steve nods. “Yeah,” he says. “I will.”

— —

Maybe it was naive of Steve to think that he wouldn’t actually see Bucky again until that night.

— —

“I can’t believe the front row was already taken when we got here,” says one young woman as she slips into the seat in front of Steve. They’re in a relatively small lecture hall, but it had also surprised Steve that the entire front row was taken, even despite him getting there ten minutes early.

The girl next to her sighs. “I know. The one class with a decent view and we’re stuck in the third row.”

“Jesus, Prof is dreamy. This is my fourth class with him and I’m not even a history major.”

The other girl laughs. “He’s why I’m a history major,” she says.

Steve wants to laugh, but keeps it to himself. Maybe he would be a little more excited about the prospect of a dreamy professor if he were a little younger, but he’s older now. More mature. Crushing on the professor seems like a cute thing to do when you’re young, though, and he can’t blame the women (or apparently the entire front row) for having a little fun.

He readies his computer and focuses on preparing a Word document. He doesn’t even notice that the professor entered the room until he’s standing at the podium and starting to speak.

In a very familiar voice.

“Welcome to the History of World War II. I’m Professor Barnes, your sergeant for the rest of the semester—“ While the rest of the class giggles Steve feels the blood drain from his face. “And I…” Professor Barnes — Bucky — looks up and locks eyes with Steve. “Steve?” he chokes out and the class all swivel their heads, trying to find whoever it is Steve is.

Steve sinks down in his seat.

It’s going to be a long semester.

anonymous asked:

Real quick question. Whenever I read something I really like I try to leave a review. And I know that authors often get a lot of crap from people in the reviews. Is it okay to say things like "I want <character> to do/be <this>" (I'm not trying to demand something, just trying to get an idea out or inspire someone) And is it okay to say things like "can't wait for the next part" or "excited to read more" (NOT demanding an update but trying to be encouraging)

Let me preempt this by saying that all authors have different preferences when it comes to reviews. Some like concrit, some (like me) are more ‘if you don’t have something nice to say don’t say it at all’ people, and there are tons of levels in between. 

Personally, I don’t mind cheerful encouragements to post more, especially if it’s not a story with regular updates. I’m a little bit touchier about “I want X to do Y” if it’s strongly worded, but that’s mostly because I’ve had people be assholes about not seeing what they want. Plot predictions, ‘ahh, it would be so cool if xyz happened!” and the like are awesome, though - if I’m stuck I’ll go back to the comments and see if inspiration hits. 

Overall, my big advice is be polite, and imagine the author as someone human, rather than a distant figure with an almighty typewriter. Talk to them. Mention details, lines, actions you liked. I promise, if you’re enthusiastic, that will carry over, and it’s enough to make their day. I’ve had crappy days that have brightened considerably from a simple “Wow, thank you!”. 

One warning, and this is mostly a pet peeve, so idk if other writers care about it, but - please don’t leave the exact same word-for-word review on every chapter of a fic. Personally I find that vastly irritating and a little depressing, because at that point it really means nothing. So…that would be my one ‘do not’. Otherwise? The fact that you want to review is awesome and makes you a fantastic person who I would hug were you in grabbing distance.  💕

gayhura  asked:

hey im sure you get this a lot but i wrote a fic inspired by ur post uh post/156054966397, u can find it here archiveofourown (.) org/works/9889595....just wanted to let u know bc your comic was so super cute i loved it so much ok bye!

ahahah!!! I actually don’t get this as much as you probably think but even if I did it wouldn’t matter because I always love when people write stuff based on my art!!! Thank you so much and I’m about to go read it!!!! 

  1. justice-turtle replied to your post: Irrational Hatred of Trite Sayings on Plaques: Trite inspirational wall-clings in homeless shelters are also pretty fucked up. I recall one that said “grow where you’re planted”. Kinda wanted to scream at that one. ^_^

“Excuse me, but how can you expect me to grow where I’m planted if you evict me every morning at 9? I’m planning to stay RIGHT HERE and grow, damnit. BRING ME A DONUT.”

My great granny was in a nursing home with one that said “The Best Is Yet To Come.” o_O I… okay, if we ASSUME everyone reading it believes in heaven, and that they’re loved ones are going to it, that’s still “Come on, you’ll die soon!” And if you *don’t* assume that… 


If you’re into reading blogs about the lives of random people then this one might be for you. My name is Olivia, I live in Washington state, and I’m a college student. I’m majoring in Norwegian Studies and minoring in English Lit. and Publishing and Printing Arts. I need an outlet to focus on happy things or things to distract me because college is stupid sometimes so that’s what I’m doing here. As far as hobbies go I love baking, hiking, shopping, watching youtube videos, watching anime, reading fiction and fantasy books, and writing fiction and fantasy stories. I’m also a huge cat lover, a fan of Radiohead, a festive fool when it comes to seasons and holidays, and an avid worrier and stressed out individual. I’ll be posting things on here that, no doubt, have to do with what I just mentioned. I’m also on a journey to lose 5-10lbs so if you need weight loss inspiration/advice, body positivity/self love, recipe and meal ideas then you’ll probably find those here too.

I really just want to be happy and have a meaningful life. Writing things down here will help me sort out my feelings, take a step back, and reflect. All too often I get caught up on all the stuff that makes me uncomfortable, unhappy, or plain just stresses me out. I need to remind myself that the best I can is good enough.

So if you’re into any of that stuff or found anything I just mentioned relatable, then maybe you want to stick around?

I’ll be posting again soon whether that matters to you or not. It matters to me and that’s what’s important.

xoxo Olivia

anonymous asked:

hi, sorry to bother you, but your sims are so cute and you really inspire me!! also you seem so kind! i just wanted you to know <3


my first anon message on this blog, and I get, like, the sweetest anon in existence omg. 

this is totally not bothering me, this just making me want to hug & cuddle u rn ;w;!!! I’m so happy u like my sims, it means so much to me that u like what I post, it’s even more amazing that you’re inspired by it!!! aw, im not kind, im like the weirdest person in existence, but it melts my heart just reading that ;-;! 

tysssm for this sweet message, I hope u have a wonderful day anon because ily, u are just the sweetest soul omg

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.