it is so distracting this was not my intention

At some point a few years ago, I fell out of love with music. On tour, I’d stay in the darkness of my bunk all day until soundcheck, struggle to hold a conversation during meet & greets, then barely make it through the shows without counting down the minutes until they were over. At home, it wasn’t much different. I was apathetic toward the album we were making and toward my abilities as a songwriter, so I slept all day, drank all night, and distracted myself with new people who weren’t really even my friends. I lost the ability to care, and I lost the ability to feel anything. I didn’t love me, so why should you? It was the darkest period of my life. I planned a solo trip to Alaska with the intention of never making music again when I returned.

Thanks to fate intervening, the day before I left for Alaska I had a chance encounter with my longtime friend Matt Beckley. As the story goes, I ran into Matt at a cafe in Los Angeles, and he asked me to join him back at his new house to check out his studio and maybe write some music. (I’d like to think Matt’s extraordinary intuition knew I was in the darkest before the dawn phase). We went back to the house, opened a bottle of Stranahan’s, and didn’t write a single fucking note. Instead, we just sat around and talked about what we loved about music in the first place. Bruce Springsteen, Bryan Adams, The Gin Blossoms, Tom Petty, you know the rest. We talked about where we’d love to see music GO. We both wanted to move the needle and we both wanted to chase great in a world full of just good. As I was leaving that night, Matt said to me, “Go to Alaska and stop thinking about what you’re gonna do when you fail. Think about all the things you’re going to do when you win.’

That was the moment that DALES was born.

Over the next 2 years, Matt and I began writings songs together. A lot of songs. The best songs I’d ever written in my life. I was alive again. Writing with no destination, no business plan, and absolutely no fear. For the first time in a long time, I was making music simply because I loved it.

After a while, I decided that these songs were a different chapter of my life, a new story, and I put them away while The Summer Set finished Stories For Monday. Then that record came out and we went on tour. Then, unfortunately the darkness came back. I lost that fire in my soul I had finally just found again. So, I spent every minute I had when we weren’t on tour, locked in the studio at Matt’s house trying to feed the flame that gave me my love for music back.

Here we are now.

At this time, I have carefully decided that I don’t want to lose that spark anymore. It is in my best interest to follow my heart and dive head first into this new adventure. I want to finish these songs, play them live, and give the world the DALES record I think it needs to hear. The record I NEED to hear. I’m an all or nothing kinda guy and a terrible multi-tasker, so if I’m finally gonna do something…I want to give it everything I’ve got.

With that being said, unfortunately that means The Summer Set will not be making any records or touring plans indefinitely.

To John, Stephen, Jess, And Josh:
I have loved this journey every single step of the way. On my best days and on my worst days. From The Modified Arts to The Macy’s Day Parade. We put more miles on that old van than dollars we may ever have in our bank accounts. (I still can’t believe we sold that van to a church.) This has been, and may always be my greatest ride.

John and Stephen- It is no secret you guys are well on your way to becoming two of the best music producers I know. If you blink, you’ll realize you’re already there. I can’t wait to see what you guys do next, and I can only hope one day we find our way into the studio (or at least the makeshift one we made in your shared bedroom in North Hollywood) someday again.

Jess- Your drumming and your friendship are among the most sturdy and reliable things I may ever find in this lifetime. You’re my sister. We fight a lot (Literally, you once beat the hell out of me in a Taco Bell parking lot in the middle of Texas), but I love you. You already have more drum gigs lined up than you know what to do with, and I will be your biggest fan along side everything you do.

Josh- There are no words to describe how valuable you are to this band, and to me personally. That became abundantly clear when you actually left the band. We tried to make Stories For Monday without you, failed, threw in the towel, asked for your opinion on the new songs, you told us it was our best work yet, told us we HAD to put the album out, and we told you we couldn’t do it WITHOUT YOU. So you jumped back in, without hesitation. You are our rock. You are there when we need you. You are there when I need you. You’re there when ANYONE needs you. There’s a reason you’re the first person anyone calls when they need advice or they’re in trouble. I hope life in Nashville is everything you want it to be, where I am sure you will figure out how to balance being a hit songwriter AND a future mayor at the same time.

To The Fans: All I can say is thank you. I never in my wildest dreams thought this would last 10 years. You were there for me on my worst of days, and I’m sorry I wasn’t always there for you in return. You guys stood by our side during the awkward teenage years, through the terrible haircuts (which thankfully, you can still google!) through growing up, and most importantly…through the blood, sweat, and tears of four albums and more tours than I can count. I’ve seen places around the world I never thought I’d see, all because of you. There is no home quite like a room full of you guys screaming back the songs we made together. Make no mistake, that will live forever and never die.

As for me, I’m on a lifelong journey searching for the right and the real. To learn how to feel everything again. To learn how to love and be loved in return.
To fall back in love with music. I was born to write songs and be on stage and I can’t believe I almost gave that up. It’s my greatest magic trick.

Bruce Springsteen once said, “Everything dies baby, that’s a fact, but maybe everything that dies…someday comes back.“

See you soon,

Brian Dales

V: Jumin, I apologise if you’re bored now, but your intent staring is really quite distracting..

Jumin: I cannot help it if my gaze is somewhat piercing, I’m merely critiquing your latest work. I’m glad you’ve found a hobby you so enjoy, I’ve never seen you look upon something so fondly, it’s like seeing you smile for the first time in your life.

V: Hahaha, I’m glad you think so Jumin, as always you manage to sound far beyond your years, but you are quite right, it’s like I can truly feel the light of the sun shining down on me now, giving me new life and warmth, reaching right to my soul.


🌼🌻study smarter🌻🌼

(here are some study tips straight from my psych notes)

1. interest: the brain prioritizes by meaning, value, and relevance so u remember things better if ur interested

  • find a study partner
  • do extra practice or research
  • teach it to someone else (this works so well!)

2. intent: be actively paying attention. very little learning actually takes place without attention

  • use a concentration check sheet (every time u get distracted, put a check on ur sheet. this is supposed to program ur mind to pay attention)
  • while u read, talk back to the author
  • ask questions during lectures (this is scary ik!! but do it!)

3. basic background: make connections to what u already know

  • preview and skim the material before u read it. or google it!
  • write out a list of vocab words before a lecture and leave some spaces between them to fill in during the lecture
  • read ahead of lectures
  • watch crashcourse tbh

4. selectivity: start by studying whats important

  • look for bolded words, graphics, pictures, chapter review questions in ur readings
  • listen for verbal clues like emphasis and repetition during lectures
  • make urself a study guide as u read and write down questions for urself to answer later as review (kinda like cornell notes)

5. meaningful organization: u can learn/rmr better if u group ideas into diff categories

  • apply vocab words to ur life
  • make flashcards and sort them (try not to have more than seven items in one category!)
  • use mnemonics

6. recitation: saying ideas aloud in ur own words strengthens synaptic connections! when u say something aloud u r forcing urself to pay attention

  • after u read, ask urself questions
  • talk abt what u learned w/ classmates outside of class
  • again, teach someone else

7. visualization: ur brain’s quickest and longest-lasting response is to images

  • convert info into a chart or graph
  • draw it out
  • make a mental video of a process
  • look at picture/video examples

8. association: memory is increased when facts are consciously associated w something u already know. memory = making neural connections

  • ask urself: is this something i already know?

9. consolidation: give ur brain some time to establish a neural pathway

  • make a list of what u remember from class
  • review notes at the end of the day, every day
  • stop after reading each prg to write a question in ur notes
  • make ur own practice quiz

10. distributed practice: we all know cramming doesnt work but we do it anyway! but yeah short and frequent study sections work better

  • make a daily/weekly study schedule
  • create a time budget/time tracker (track everything ur doing for a week and see how u can be more efficient w/ the time u waste)
  • divide the reading/vocab by the number of days before an exam and do a little bit each day (u can use sticky notes to divide ur reading)

other tips:

  • stop stressing! this sounds stupid and it isnt going to be easy, but anxiety causes u to lose focus. try ur best to think positively. sleep a lot. minimize ur caffeine intake. take a walk maybe
  • when u need to remember something, look upward or close ur eyes (when ur eyes are open ur using visual parts of ur brain that u might not need to be using)
  • find a rival! (like the person right above u in class rank) secretly compete w/ them (envy can improve mental persistence bc it makes u focus more intensely) but dont overdo it! 
  • walking and sleeping build memory storage in ur brain
  • eat flavonoids! (grapes, berries, tea leaves, cocoa beans make neurons in the brain more capable of forming new memories + increase blood flow to the brain)
  • obstacles force ur brain to try harder, so space learning lessons apart or create a puzzle to solve or change ur physical setting
Love & War. {Feysand}

Originally posted by sensuous

Sorry this took so long for me to post, friends. I had a busy (stressful) week and it caused some writer’s block. Thank you all for voting in my poll, though! Here is the prompt that got the most votes. I love hearing from my readers, and finding new prompts in my askbox. It makes me feel amazing as a writer! 

Warning: This oneshot is equally smutty and adorable.

Where are you?

I shot the question through the bond as I watched Elain. She was sitting across from Azriel as he told her yet another story about Truth-teller. After what had happened with the King of Hybern, Elain had wanted to hear all about the sword, where it had gone with Azriel through the years, and the history it had witnessed. Her small frame was turned towards him, shoulders curved inward as her chin rested in the palm of her hand, her elbow gently placed on her crossed knees. With wide eyes, she clung onto his every word.

The study.

My eyes shifted to where Nesta sat next to Amren in the long chairs outside the sparring ring. My sister was watching the Illyrian intensely, her lips pursed, but her gray-blue eyes longing. Mor and Cassian danced around one another, jokingly, in their fighting leathers. Mor had knocked him on his ass three times in the last hour. He had blamed it on his injuries, claimed he was still healing.

Mor had claimed she was going easy on him for the same reason.

Your missing out on Cassian getting beat up by Mor, I heard him laugh through the bond as I continued, it’s pretty amusing. And also a little bit sad.

He deserves it, he replied, amusingly. I miss you.

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anonymous asked:

13, 14, and 19 with Reddie pretty please!!!!!

fictional kiss prompts | ACCEPTING

13. following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck

Richie had actually got a home gaming console, which meant that Eddie was going to have to do everything in his power to get Richie away from them. He never thought that he would be jealous of a game.

So as Richie was trying to defeat the boss, Eddie slipped closer towards Richie. He let his hand touch Richie’s arm, which Richie moved his arm away quickly.

His eyebrows furrowed as he sat on his knees, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

“Babe.” Eddie muttered against Richie’s ear, wanting him to pay attention to him, not the game.

All that came as a response was a small grunt, no words to it. Eddie knew he had to get a bit more extreme. Grabbing the controller, he moved it out of Richie’s hands as he straddled his boyfriend’s lap.

“Eds, what the fu-” But before Richie’s sentence was over, Eddie’s lips were on his. His fingers gripped tightly at his hair as he felt Eddie’s tongue running along his bottom lip.

Kisses started to travel down from his lips, towards his neck. Soft kisses peppered along his soft skin. A tug of his hair nearly drove Richie over the edge, Eddie’s lips moving to make a mark on Richie’s neck.

14. starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion

Drive in movies were always Richie’s favorite thing, he got to spend time with all the losers and he got to be out of his house. So when Stan pulled up in front of his house with Eddie and Bill. Bill took up the front seat while Eddie was sitting in the back. Richie was thrilled. He grabbed his sweatshirt, shoving his wallet and cigarettes into the pocket.

He walked up to the car and got into the back, sliding next to Eddie, giving him a wink. Once they got to the drive in, he paid for him and Eddie. The snacks and drinks were on Eddie and they were soon, sitting cuddled up against each other.

Eddie was trying to focus on the movie, but Richie had other plans. Richie’s hand snaked up Eddie’s thigh as he nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s chin. Richie’s warm breath was pressed against Eddie’s neck.

“Richie… Not now.” Eddie whispered towards the other male, planting a soft kiss against his boyfriend’s lips.

Once Eddie pulled away, Richie was pushing Eddie down against the backseats of Stan’s car. Eddie’s small squeal was covered up by Richie’s lips.

Hands slipping along Eddie’s sides, Richie hovered over him, trying to cover any sounds that slipped out of Eddie’s mouth. But before he could kiss Eddie again, a small moan slipped out of Eddie’s lips, causing Stan to turn around.

“Can you two not have sex in the back of my car?” He asked in an irritated tone as he shook his head.

19. kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing 

Eddie was pacing back and forth in Richie’s bedroom. His hands wiping against his pant legs as he was trying to catch his breath. Eddie had finally told his mother that he was gay and her first reaction was to send him away.

Richie’s house was the only place that Eddie could think of going to. His feet never moved so fast in his entire life. His hands fidgeting with his fanny pack as he shook his head, trying to think of any words to say to his boyfriend.

“Are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on, Eds?” Richie asked as he looked towards the smaller male as he saw Eddie shaking his head vigorously, just pacing in his bedroom.

Richie got up from his bed, standing in Eddie’s way so he couldn’t pace. He grabbed Eddie’s face and pressed his lips against the others. Eddie’s body reacted quickly, at first, tensing up. Then once Richie continued to kiss him, Eddie’s body relaxed.

Eddie’s thoughts floated away when he was in Richie’s hands. His mother was nothing but a spot in the back of his mind.

Onsra | Part IV

(v.) – to love for the last time; a bittersweet feeling of knowing a love won’t last

Read: Part 1 | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII

Words: 12K

Genre: Demon au (no smut yet lul… not really anyways…)

A/N: Enjoy~! Longest chapter yet, I think :)


Even better… come fuck me then.”

A shudder erupted through your body and you swore your eyes were going to pop out of your skull and your jaw would be slack permanently. Did he seriously just suggest to fuck him?

“I’ll take good care of you, Y/N.” You were in a complete daze, still in shock that he had so straight forwardly suggested you to fuck him.

You couldn’t process it with Jungkook so close to you. You could feel his hot breath on your face as he whispers quietly in your ear. Your knees were going to buckle any moment and your body felt like it was on fire.

“God I can just imagine what it would be like to touch that body of yours. Y/N, I’d treat you right and treasure every part of you. I’ll make you feel so good. Plus… I’ve always wanted to try it in a classroom…” He snickered.

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anonymous asked:

How do you stay focused and motivated all the time?

Hey! I’ll start by saying I’m not focused or motivated all of the time. I have days where I procrastinate a lot or blatantly put off actual work. I’ll have times where I really don’t want to study and feel extremely unmotivated. Everyone does. Even people who run studyblrs. I think my main trick is being disciplined. I’ve run a studyblr since 2014 and in that time I’ve really worked on my discipline. I have learnt that things just have to be done - be it assignments, studying, or readings. I have to do it otherwise I’m letting myself down. I have always hated the feeling of regret so that in itself motivates me to try as best I can. I don’t want to let myself down or let my parents down. I like to achieve. Again, I think everyone does. I feel satisfied when I see ‘disctintion’ or ‘high distinction’ on my results and that really helps. Discipline really falls into staying focused and motivated. If you can improve your discipline, just little by little, you will get there. Try forcing yourself to do a bit every day. Even if it is something small. Reinforce something positive for completing it. Another motivation is having my studyblr. I like to document what I’m doing so I can share it on here or my Instagram. My blogs kind of become accountability partners in that sense. It is definitely worth trying if you don’t have one already! As I’ve said my motivation dips every now and then. You just have to try to push through. Obviously, having motivation makes it ten times easier to study but it is so important to learn to work without it. These few posts might help you gain some much-needed motivation:

As for focus, this is something that, again, does take time to master but you can certainly takes steps to improve. My biggest tip would be to remove all your distractions. This could be either your phone, computer, or things on your desk. Time management and productivity apps are so great for keeping you off your phone. I currently use an app called Forest. It gamifies and rewards my time with a little tree. If I use my phone, it will die! It really helps me to stay focused. I’ll see that I’ve got 5 minutes left of that study period and I’ll think “okay, it’s just another 5 minutes..keep going!”. If I don’t use Forest, I will sometimes timelapse myself. I find it so cool to be able to watch it back and see everything I’ve written or typed in a quick video. I love sharing them on my blogs too so it’s great! I don’t want to stop recording so I’ll just say off my phone! For your computer, there are apps that block websites. Forest as a Chrome and Mac extension but apps like RescueTime, StayFocusd can stop you going on Tumblr. I have a post on productivity apps here including paid and free for iOS, Android and Mac. Another thing I’ve found works best is having two accounts on my laptop. One is for university work and the other for blogging. I don’t have any social media logged in on my uni account so I can’t just check a site for a minute because I’m bored. Honestly, probably one of the smarter things I’ve done without intending too haha! I think most computers have the option to create a second account, so have a look. Like most people, I get distracted by stupid things like my pens! When they’re on my desk, I sometimes just end up looking at them or fiddling with them. If I catch myself doing that I will put it out of my reach so I’m not tempted again. Another thing I’ve been trying is externalising my thoughts. If I get distracted by something or have a “gosh, I need to remember that” moment, I will write it down. By getting it out my brain and onto a bit of paper, I no longer have to think about it and can continue. One final thing I sometimes do is listen to music. If I’m downstairs working it can get noisy if my family is around. I will usually play the ‘deep focus’ playlist of Spotify. Other suggestions are gaming or film soundtracks. Their intention is to be something in the background but distracting enough to pull your focus! YouTube has loads of compilations so check there!

I apologise this is a really long answer but hopefully it’s informative! Remember to take small steps! You’ll be able to control your focus in no time if you keep practising. It’s important to stay positive as well xx

kiss me

pairing: justin foley / reader

description: first kiss with this absolute cutie

Justin Foley. The simple thought of him got your heart racing.

What had started off as fleeting looks and shy smiles escalated to flirtatious whispers and soft touches. Even though it was evident to the both of you that there was something going on, neither of you had taken the initiative and acted upon it. You thought all of your flirting with Justin was leading you to a dead end, until one fateful friday night he came knocking at your door.

Dressed in too-long pajama pants and an over-sized hoodie, you were quite disgruntled at having to open the door when you had finally settled down to binge watch your favorite shows. But nothing could compare to the surprise of having Justin Foley standing on your doorstep holding up a small bouquet of ripped out daisies and looking entirely too cute in his usual letterman jacket. 

“Lets go on an adventure.”

You giggled, shaking your head at how much of an adventure you could possibly have in your small town. “Justin look at me, the only place i’m going is back to my bed.”

“I am looking at you and you look beautiful.” Your cheeks heated up at his sentiment and you began to sputter in denial. “Also, completely ready to go somewhere with me.”

You sighed in surrender, feigning disinterest in his offer when you were actually filled with such excitement to even be around him- much less go somewhere. “Ok fine, you win. Where are you taking me?” 

A mischievous boyish smile takes over his face as he points up. Perplexed, you look up and are just met with the starry expanse of the night sky. “The sky?”

He rolls his eyes at your answer and pulls you by the hand to where he was standing. “No Y/N, the roof!” 

You cross your arms and turn to face him, meeting his beautiful cerulean blue eyes with a cock of your brow. “Oh? How do you suggest we get there?” 

He offers you a sheepish shrug of his shoulders, “I was hoping you’d take care of that.”

You can’t help but laugh at how your spontaneous getaway finished before it even started. “I’m sorry, but my wall climbing spiderman abilities haven’t kicked in yet.” 

He chuckles at that and you notice how he inches closer to you until you can feel his breath on your face. “I’m sorry about my plan falling through. I had a whole roof top, star-gazing vision in my head ready for us.”

Distracted by his close proximity and entrancing eyes, you mutter a small “dont worry about it” before going back to flickering your eyes between the slant of his lips and his deep stare. You swallow thickly as the atmosphere between you seemingly changes, the once playful vibe replaced by a more intentful one. 

You wanted to kiss him so bad, weeks of back-and-forth teasing finally catching up to you. He wanted to kiss you too, the way he swiped his tongue over his lips while staring at yours gave him away. You were so close to his mouth, you could already taste him. 

With one final glance at his rose colored lips, you reach your hands up to his jacket collar and bring him down to end the final space between the two of you. He immediately responds, wrapping his arms around your waist in order to bring you closer. You relent under the delightful sensation of his tongue, letting out a sigh of content against the groove of his lips. You were completely entranced by the feeling of his mouth moving against your own, that the concept of oxygen is thrown out the window. He softly moans into you as you lightly nibble on the flesh of his bottom lip. You simply cannot get enough of his intoxicating kisses, each kiss turning more desperate than the last. 

He finally pulls away, catching his breath, his cheeks a bright flushed pink and his eyes glazed over. He’s never looked more gorgeous. 

“As much as I love making out with you on your doorstep-” He didn’t have to say anything more, you were already pulling him inside. 

dedicated to the lovely anon who requested this, hope it was what you wanted!

[ARTICLE] Monsta X Talks Thriving on Diversity as K-Pop Band Embarks on Latest U.S. Tour

Two years into their career, Monsta X’s members aren’t new faces to stateside K-pop fans. Following appearances at KCON LA in both 2015 and 2016, the septet’s Beautiful in the U.S tour has brought them to six American cities as the latest, but not the last, Korean boy band holding solo concerts in the country this year.

Wearing black suits sparkling with silver accessories and effusing an air of muted excitement, Monsta X – Kihyun, Wonho, Shownu, Jooheon, Minhyuk, Hyungwon, and I.M – looked the part of a proper boy band sitting backstage at Playstation Theater last Friday night (July 14). Their first ever New York City performance was one of several sold-out nights of their U.S. tour. The band’s fans, known as Monbebes, came out in droves despite rainy weather, with lines wrapping around the block of the Times Square venue.

Though still a relatively new act, Monsta X has built up the sort of international support that has propelled many of K-pop’s recent top-tier acts to immense success. “The songs, the music itself has a lot energy, so that combined with our member’s teamwork is probably why fans are drawn to us,” said Jooheon, who has co-produced and written lyrics for the team.

Since the release of their 2015 debut EP Trespass, the septet has explored propulsive hip-hop and electropop on their albums and remained active with at least three singles a year. March’s The Clan Pt. 2.5: [Beautiful] topped the World Albums chart and landed at No. 10 on the Heatseekers Albums chart. Led by the percussive “Beautiful,” and followed up by the synth-driven “Shine Forever” in June on an album reissue, Monsta X blended melodic vocals with their typical rambunctious attitude. Both singles, like the majority of the band’s songs, were filled with rap and hip-hop elements, drawing on the genre the members feel suits them the best.

Of course, it’s hippity-hop hip-hop” said I.M, the group’s English-speaking rapper. The five other members in attendance – Hyungwon was unable to join them on tour due to a health issue – nodded their heads in agreement. “All seven members really want to go back to our own color, hip-hop,” added Wonho. “Not that the newer songs aren’t powerful but there was a sort of energy from our earlier songs that we’d like to revisit.

Selling their personalities just as much as their music, the members of Monsta X were chosen through a competition show back in 2015. Since then, they’ve showcased their diverse talents through television appearances and solo music projects. Shownu, who admits to being the most introverted member prior to their debut, appeared on a reality series attempting to break negative stereotypes about male skincare and cosmetics; Kihyun has added to the soundtracks of popular Korean TV shows; both Jooheon and I.M, who also writes lyrics for Monsta X, have dropped mixtapes and worked with other musicians in the Korean music industry.

Rather than distract from their group efforts, the side projects helps each Monsta X member develop as an entertainer. “It’s a very good opportunity to do our individual music,” said I.M. “Because I’m going to show what I like so that people get to know more about me and my intentions.” Jooheon agreed, motioning to the rest of the members with one hand. “Not just [Kihyun, I.M, and I] but the other members are going to also work to have solo releases so that everyone can know that Monsta X themselves, as individuals, have their own colors.

Like the miscellany of members, Monsta X’s discography is hardly one note. Typical of K-pop, the group’s albums feature a variety of genre blending songs, with aggressive electropop and hip-hop dominating the overall pop sonic aesthetics. “Our albums right now explore a lot of different genres, like R&B, ballads, hip-hop, rap,” said Minhyuk. “Our future works are definitely going to keep doing that.

And Monsta X has no plans of slowing down their whirlwind of a career anytime soon. “I don’t know exactly what we’ll do next,” said Shownu. “But we want to be able to come back to the fans as soon as possible with new music and concerts.

Source: Billboard

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On his last day, Shouyou made the best kind of mistake.

He’d joined Kageyama on the exercise field regularly. So far this had mostly consisted of more races, a few tosses of the spear-like javelin, and one ill-advised wrestling match that hadn’t been very strenuous, as far as wrestling went, but had still ended with Shouyou panting and red in the face, pinned to the ground under Kageyama within moments. It was not a bad place to end up, but it was still dangerous for Shouyou’s resolve, and he hadn’t asked to try again.

His attempts to persuade Kageyama into showing him how to throw a discus were a different matter.

Shouyou had been fascinated by the sport, unable to stop thinking about it in the days since he’d first seen Kageyama’s perfect form as he moved through the motions. But six days was hardly enough time to grasp the basics, let alone become competent. This made Shouyou very impatient.

“Not that one,” Kageyama said, the instant Shouyou went to grab a full weight discus, instead of one of the lighter practice versions he’d been using up until that day.

“It’ll be fine,” Shouyou said. He lifted the disk and puffed out his cheeks, adjusting his stance at the surprising heaviness.  

“Oy.” Kageyama squinted at him. “Do you remember when we first raced, and I told you to take off your shoes or you might fall, and you said—”

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What a real turn of events // Shawn Mendes

Request: Could you do one where y/n and Shawn are at a party and people are flirting with y/n

“What was that?” Shawn asks me, staring blandly at his drink as he watches it swish around inside of his cup.

“That?” I ask nervously, fiddling with the hem of my navy dress. “He was just saying how he liked my dress.”

“Did he?” His shoulders tense up and I knew at that moment if one more guy came up to me to tell me how ‘good my dress looked’, he would loose it.

“Yeah, but don’t worry Shawn, I’m sure its just because they had great fashion sense!” I laugh weakly, trying to distract him.

“I bet all 6 of them picked you out of the millions of girls here and thought, ‘hey, that girl is wearing the neatest dress. I’m going to go tell her’!” Shawn smiles sarcastically. 

“Shawn,” I groan, placing my drink on the table before turning back to face him, resting my palms on the lapel of his blazer. I tug them slightly and he takes a step forward so that he was closer to me.

“Honey, why are you stressing about them?” I ask, smoothing the fabric across his chest. I look up to find him intently gazing at me, a small smirk carved on his face.

He sighs. “I don’t know. I guess that whenever I see another guy flirting with you, it always makes me nervous. What if you like them better then me?” He rests his own hands over mine that were still flattened against his chest.

“Shawn, I came to this party with you didn’t I?” he nods slowly. “Then why would I leave with someone else?”

He shrugs his shoulders, biting his bottom lip gently. 

“I love you, I picked you. Stop thinking that I’m going to leave you every time another guy walks past me, okay?” I tease slightly, moving my hands to cup his face.

“I’m sorry,” He says softly, eyes darkening as I peer up at him. Even though we’d been dating for 6 months, I still got nervous when he was this close to me.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. We’re okay.” I reassure him. I start to pull his head down and I lean up onto the tips of my toes to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“I feel better now.” Shawn mumbles as I press my forehead against his, both of us momentarily forgetting we were in the middle of a party.

“I bet you do.” I chuckle, kissing him again, feeling his arms wrap around me to pull me closer to him.

I let go, grabbing my drink back off the table and slipping my hand into his. I begin to walk towards the bar to get a refill, dragging Shawn along with me when he stops me.

He smiles at me sweetly, pressing another kiss to my lips. “I love you,” He murmurs softly and I grin, moving us over to the bar. I place my drink on the table, ordering another as it was nearly empty.

“So how much longer do we have to be here before its acceptable to leave?” I joke, leaning against the table top.

“20 minutes tops probably.” Shawn grins, kissing my knuckles.

I go to reply but a tall brunette appearing to the side of Shawn cuts me off.

“Hey sweetheart, nice dress.” He winks, completely oblivious of Shawn’s withering gaze.

“Thanks, she knows.” Shawn raises an eyebrow, and I cough to hide my laugh.

“You know what, that dress is gorgeous but your arm candy,” He nods in Shawn’s direction, “is so much better.” He cheekily grins at me and I laugh, watching Shawn’s gaze turn to shock, his cheeks reddening. 

“Thanks,” I giggle, wrapping a arm around Shawn’s waist. “I know.” 

He grins at us before sauntering off.

“Wasn’t he nice, sweetie?” I smile innocently at Shawn.

“Real nice.” His cheeks still a light shade of pink.

“You get sick of guys hitting on me, so instead, get this,” I pause grinning wildly at him. Shawn rolls his eyes, knowing I’m not going to let this go for about a week. “Guys hit on you!”

“I was there. I get it Y/n.” Shawn tries to be serious but my constant giggles has him smiling.

“What a real turn of events.”

Originally posted by the-shinsekai

Advice for INFPs

First of all, i’m very disorganized in literally everything. I have to literally force myself to do some organizing. Maybe it’s due to laziness, but I’ve really tried to be organized and the longest period that held was 5 days! Also, I’m very inconsistent when it comes to projects. For examples, one day i can be very passionate and a force of nature, my Te is high and i get shit done, but the next day, I’m like “okay, next”. This pisses me off so much. Because though i have tried a lot of things in my life so far and i have a little experience and a general knowledge of almost everything, it’s like i can’t focus on something for more than a week. And i have chatted with a lot of INFPs in other forums and they have a similar problem too. Why does this happen? Why are we messy and just bouncing from project to project? And do you have any advice on how to stay focused on something and be a little bit more structured?

It’s a lack of strong Te in your type, which makes it hard to focus / commit or stick to something for a long-term result. Since it’s at the bottom of your stack, all the higher functions run right over it – especially Ne, which is what is causing you to shift focus so often, lose interest in things, and pursue whatever captures your immediate attention. While you do not want to ‘hamper’ Ne by trying to shut it off (which can only lead to imbalance problems), here’s a few things that can help get you started in your personal life (career-wise, you really have no choice but to finish what you start, if you want to keep your job):

Learn to take on smaller projects. Let’s say you want to write a novel, but can never get past chapter three. Start by writing short stories. Learn to finish those before you move on to something else. Then try writing longer stories. Build up, project wise, by allowing yourself the liberty to commit to things for only a few days at a time. You set too many long-term goals, you’ll get frustrated and feel trapped. Don’t do it. Work up to it.

Set yourself small goals within larger ones. You want to get that art project finished? Great. You’ll do it for 20 minutes, the next 6 days in a row. Or you will do this part of it by the end of the week, then another part of it. Break it down into steps. Which order does it need done in? How long should you allow yourself to do it?

Set yourself semi-quick goals. Perceiving types do their best work under the proverbial gun, so give yourself a reasonable goal but one that also crunches you a little bit. You’ll have less time to procrastinate and get distracted if it’s do or die, finish this by midnight or fail to live up to my goal.

Keep variety in your life. Focusing intently on something is going to use your Si/Te more than you would on an ordinary day, so cut your Ne a break and give yourself down time / other things to do / think about while you work on that project.

Decide you’re going to stick to it, and then stick to it. You control your life. You choose whether to keep going or give up. It’s on you. If you want to finish this project, decide to finish it. When you feel like doing something else, or abandoning it, remind yourself that you said you’d finish it. And set yourself up a hell of a reward FOR finishing it.

You want something neat? Promise yourself you’ll buy it as a reward to self-congratulate yourself when you finish whatever it is you’re working on. Maybe it’s not a new toy or a movie you love, but it’s being able to do or watch or read something as a reward. Remind yourself, over and over, that you are getting a REWARD. Do not think of it in terms of “I cannot have this until…” but think of it in terms of “When I finish this, I get…”

(Example: “I love Wonder Woman. I’m going to buy it for myself once I learn how to read notes for my guitar!” or “… I’m going to buy it for myself when I finish this writing project!”)

See, you need to find something to work toward, beyond “finishing this.” “Finishing this” is not enough of a motivator to get you out of bed in the morning. No, it’s whatever you want that comes with finishing it that keeps you going. Work: “I go to work, I do this, I get paid.” $$ keeps you going. For me, writing novel: “I get this draft done, then comes the fun part of sculpting it into a better book!” And then, “Now I get to design an awesome cover!” And then, “Now people get to read it, and I can sell copies! And I GET TO WRITE SOMETHING NEW!!!!” *cue massive excitement*

Self-discipline almost always fails, but a system of personal rewards for finishing things is a good self-motivator. Always, ALWAYS give yourself something in the future to look forward to, regardless of type. It helps with depression. It helps with procrastination. It helps with motivation. You need to always be working toward something that is not abstract, but tangible. Something you can feel, touch, use, treasure, enjoy.

So… “I want to learn guitar.” Why? So you can play the guitar? Great! That’s not a good enough motivator. “So I can join a band”? Better. “So I can hang out and make music with my friends”? Better. Better yet, have all those motives and a nice fat reward to go along with it: “Once I learn this song set, I’m buying myself tickets to [insert concert of choice here]” or, on a smaller level, “I’m getting [insert favorite group here]’s new CD!”

Treat yourself like you’d treat anyone else if you were trying to get them to commit to something: they expect to get something good out of it. So do you. And MAKE SURE YOU GIVE YOURSELF THE REWARD. None of this, “I did it! Eh, I don’t really need that ______” nonsense. You worked for it. You earned it. You want to keep being self-motivated. So reward yourself.

(What to use as a reward: anything you like, from your favorite candy bar to more expensive items. I like to make dessert once my work week is over, and the magazine is at the press, because damn it, for working straight an entire week and not having much energy for my creative projects, I earned it.)

- ENFP Mod

PS: Work/reward tactics work for most types, so any variation of the above can probably help self-motivate most of the types into action, if they lack drive.

Friends With Benefits: Bill Skarsgard... Chapter 4

Originally posted by eternalmikaelson

“I’m fucking exhausted.” Bill groaned, throwing his head back against the black leather seat, gripping onto the steering wheel tightly as we drove back to his place.

I yawned in agreement, checking the time on the dashboard to see it was 7:30pm. It wasn’t late but it felt it, we’d been up since the crack of dawn.

“Hey, Mya. I’m sorry about earlier, getting interrupted and all that.” Bill apologised, and I shrugged.

“It was probably for the best to be honest, maybe we shouldn’t do anything beyond the point of our places. The last thing we want is people to start reading between the lines, I really want to keep my name out of the press and I’m sure you don’t need the hassle.” I motioned to Bill, who let out a dry laugh.

“You make it sound like people thinking we’re dating is the worst thing in the world, you need to relax. So what if the rumours start, I’m sure it’d be fine.”

“Yeah, but we’re not dating, Bill. We’re super close, yeah, but sleeping together is already asking for trouble and doing it in public is adding fuel to the fire.” I pointed out and he groaned in response.

“It didn’t even count as sleeping together today, I barely got in before Roger was knocking on the door.” He complained, turning off the junction and heading up through a secluded road that was surrounded by large trees.

Bill’s driveway had a trail of small lights that illuminated the way, so it was always easy to find the house.

He pulled up in front of the large, glass house and cut the engine with another yawn.

“Let’s go.”

I hopped on out of the car, as did Bill. I didn’t bother removing my kit from the car, as it’d have to be used again soon.

It was a relief to enter the house and have the door shut behind us, it was comforting being in a place that was so familiar to me.

Bill had automatic lights that came on whenever there was movement within the building, it was an added security measure too.

We both kicked off our shoes and hung up our jackets, I watched sympathetically as Bill rubbed his clean, shaven face.

“Want me to order pizza while you get changed?” He offered, and I nodded eagerly, practically galloping up the wooden stairs to the second level of his house.

It was no secret that Bill’s success had paid well, and his house just mirrored that.

It was a five bedroom place with two levels, a gorgeous lounge, luxurious kitchen with marble counters and a back yard with a hot tub and dark decking.

I made my way into Bill’s room, we always shared it when I stayed over, even though he had four other rooms.

I searched through his walk in wardrobe, looking for one of his soft, cotton t-shirts that I could borrow since I had no interest in wearing one of my own that I kept here.

Satisfied once I’d found a pristine, white one, I removed my own top and bra, pulling the soft material over my head.

I unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them off, relieved to be out of the constricting material.

I shoved all of my clothes into the wash hamper that was located in the corner of his dark room, leaving them for him to wash since I really didn’t feel like doing it myself.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, tilting my head to the side.

It was no secret that I had insecurities, I mean, who doesn’t?

I admired my false, blonde hair, delicately tugging on the end of it.

My skin was quite fair, although I still had a slight bit of colour left from the summer. The white t-shirt made my pathetic excuse of a tan stand out more, and I didn’t mind how I looked tonight.

Even in Bill’s long t-shirt that you could quite clearly see through, as my black thong and nipple piercings were pretty prominent.

My legs were long and quite toned, even though I was definitely not the skinniest girl around.

My finger nails were a deep red, they matched my gel pedicure also.

The only thing that made me insecure within that moment was the mark that Bill had left on my neck at lunch, if anything it had gotten more visible throughout the day.

I sighed and mumbled a curse as I rubbed my neck, turning Bill’s bedroom light off and making my way back downstairs.

Since Bill’s house was also open plan downstairs, I could see him sat on his couch with his arms folded, the television on and playing Friends.

I took a gentle seat next to him and he turned to face me slightly, cocking an eyebrow up.

“Is that my t-shirt?”

“Nope.” I replied quickly, pulling the blanket off the back of his large, black couch and using it to cover my bare legs.

“I’ve ordered pizza, got your usual, the app says it should be here in about twenty minutes.”

“Thank you.” I whispered, feeling his hands go under the blanket and to my legs where he rubbed them gently.

I leant one arm on the back of the couch so my body was slightly twisted and rested my head on my hand, Bill copied me.

“You know, you’re one of the most amazing people i’ve ever met.” He expressed, giving my ankle a squeeze.

“Well, you’re pretty cool yourself. It’s weird, I never thought I’d ever make any friends when I moved from New Jersey to LA, yet my first day on the set of Hemlock Grove and I met you.” I chuckled, remembering the day as if it was yesterday.

“I remember, you were my make up artist for the day and I was freaking out, thinking you were gonna put lipstick on me or some shit.” He laughed.

“That was so funny, I was trying so hard to hold myself together and be professional.” I giggled, briefly brushing my hair from my eyes.

“I recall seeing you come onto set, you were wearing that Motley Cruë raglan and ripped jeans, I thought you looked amazing.”

I rolled my eyes at his compliment, slightly impressed that he’d remembered such specific details like that, looking down towards the fabric of the blanket, I began picking at it between my fingers.

I felt his hand leave my leg and Bill was soon grasping my chin between his long fingers, urging me to look up.

Our eyes connected and there was a weird feeling of suspense surrounding us, I could see his green eyes flickering between my eyes and lips.

We both started moving closer together, our lips millimetres apart.

Just as they were about to touch, the sound of the doorbell ringing made us jump apart.

Bill looked at me for a second with wide eyes, before hopping over the back of the couch to answer the door.

I was left stunned, replaying the moment in my head.

Were we about to kiss? Like… properly?

I know we kissed whenever we were having sex or doing stuff, but this was different, there was no sexual tension or hunger, it just felt normal and just thinking about it left butterflies in my stomach.

I was distracted from my thoughts when Bill came back over to the couch, pizza boxes in his hands.

He was staring at me intently, like he was analysing me for a sign that I was freaking out about what almost just happened.

I could tell he was tense and I didn’t want him to be, he had no need to be tense. So, I offered him a small grin and almost instantly I saw his demeanour change.

He grinned back and sat back down, also pulling the blanket over his lap as he gave me a pizza box.

“This smells so good, I’m starving. I haven’t even had the chance to have a snack today, when Roger interrupted us I just went back to work.” I moaned, taking a bite of the pizza which had all of my favourite toppings on.

“Same, but it wasn’t food I was hungry for.” He winked, chewing the food in his mouth.

“You’re a creep.” I giggled, shoving him playfully.

“You love it.”

We sat and ate our pizza on his couch and when we were finished, we cuddled up close under the blanket.

“I can’t imagine life without you.” I mumbled, taking his hand and playing with his fingers.

“You don’t have to, I’m right here, I always will be.” He murmered, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me close to his side and resting his chin upon my head.

I tucked in close to him, enveloping in his warmth and protection, and with that, my eyes began to drift shut from exhaustion and from just feeling so safe in Bills arms.

My life wouldn’t be worth living without him.


-Hey everyone, just an ending note. I decided to include more depth into feelings, explore the back story too. What does everyone think? I hope you enjoy, the next part will be uploaded tomorrow!

Victor/Yuuri and the Media

Alternately titled “Sachiro can find Victor character development pretty much anywhere he looks”.

As an attempt to get over the writer’s block that has been plaguing me for a month and a half, I decided to try and tackle something new. Something that’s a more outside-of-the-box idea in terms of analysis (at least I think) so let’s take a look at an aspect of the series that I haven’t seen talked about too much in terms of character development: the media!

I started thinking a while back about how we can actually see a clear change when it comes to Victor and his interactions with Yuuri in regards to the media, especially when we compare the earlier episodes to the later ones, and it got me thinking. Why does Victor act so protective of Yuuri in front of the media in earlier episodes and what changed by the later ones to the point that he’s so noticeably not there (and at what point did this shift take place)?

Victor himself actually enjoys the media attention and we have that shown to us repeatedly over the course of the show. Yuuri, on the other hand, tolerates the media but while he doesn’t enjoy the attention he isn’t actually a terrible speaker in front of the cameras.

Before we get into the meat of the discussion, let’s take a quick look at how each of them interact with the media when left on their own (at the start of the show anyway).


The very first time we see Victor, he’s in front of the cameras. His heart may not have been into it but he was still able to pull out a big smile. Even more in our faces later, we see him winking at the crowd at Worlds and sending everyone into a tizzy. He’s very much an extrovert and gets his energy from others around him.

Even after he moves to Japan, and especially once Yuuri and Victor get back into the competitive circuit, we see him thriving off any media attention he can get; whether it’s interviews, at the kiss & cry, or from the attention given to him by his fans.


On the other hand, Yuuri is very docile in front of the cameras. He’ll respond with phrases that you can tell he prepared ahead of time. You can see that he doesn’t really enjoy the attention but he’s been at this long enough to know how to deal with and tolerate it. In contrast to Victor, you don’t see Yuuri waving at the cameras and actively seeking out attention from his fans.

We can see examples of Yuuri on the far side of this spectrum in episode 1 where he actively tries to avoid interacting with his fans. We can also make the assumption that he avoided all media and social media in the space between the GPF and the Stammi Vicino video due to no one having an inkling as to what his career plans were (even though him skipping out on Worlds as the only Men’s Singles skater for Japan would have already been suspect – I wonder what excuse he gave because it definitely would have hit the press either way).

Edit: he didn’t qualify for Worlds at all due to his poor performance at Japanese Nationals, my bad!

As you can probably guess, putting both of them in the same frame would certainly cause some interesting interactions, and that’s exactly what happens! So let’s take a look from the start and see how they managed to somehow get to a point where Victor is leaving Yuuri to deal with the media alone/actually been tame in front of the cameras as seen in the last episodes!

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The Summer Fling (Chapter 5) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Doug’s 2015 Nissan Sentra”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: this chapter will be the death of me. I’m sorry it’s so long. it’s mostly just spacing for song lyrics and text messages.

Additional Note: Songs played, in conjunction with reading if you’re fancy. True Care


I Lie Awake Every Night.

Summary: Julia O’Brien throws a party at invites you,  but not before Dylan had already done the same or something.. Idk, just read it. It’s good. 

Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six

Originally posted by connectingsilence

“Why are you being weird?”

“I"m not being weird. What am I doing right now that is me being weird?” You looked back at Sarah, your best friend and Julia O'Brien’s college roommate.

“That is like the fifth time you’ve checked your makeup in the mirror.” Sarah said with a grin.

“No, it’s not.” You rolled your eyes, and pushed the visor back up against the roof of the car.

“David, she’s looked like five times, right?!” Sarah said, her words slurring slightly as she had pre-gamed at your house before leaving while you were getting ready.

You glanced over at your Uber driver and he contorted his face. “It’s Doug, for the third time… and yea, you kind of have checked a lot.”

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anonymous asked:

At the 'balls and baddies' prompt number three it's so good could we maybe get a second part? Maybe having the villain captured the hero ?

Based on this prompt list.

“And what do you think?” the villain asked the hero suddenly, with an oh-so-polite smile. Gaze intent.
The hero froze and floundered for a second as everyone turned to face them. “I think [hero’s name] is a menace that needs to be stopped.”
“Stopped how?” the villain asked pleasantly. “If you had your nemesis at your mercy, how would you proceed? What would you do to them?”
“I’d cut their head off and be done with it,” another villain proclaimed loudly. “None of that drawing it out and playing with your food.”
The villain’s eyes stayed on them, waiting.
The hero’s mouth had gone rather dry. Did they know? Would ‘kill them quickly’ lead to just that? “I’d keep them alive,” the hero said. “Make an example out of them.”
“And how would you do that?”
Why, oh why, did they feel like this was going to come back to bite them badly?

It did. It bit them hard as the villain asked them to dance – tugging them close because it wasn’t like they could reasonably say no without rousing suspicion.

The room twirled around them, and the villain’s lips pressed warm to the hero’s ear. “And what do you think,” the villain asked, “would happen to [hero’s name] if they were discovered at a party full of their enemies?”

They definitely bloody knew.

The hero’s blood rushed through their head. Should they try and run? That would only draw attention to them. But if the villain told even one person who the hero truly was, that would bloody well draw attention to them too, wouldn’t it? Being murdered was very conspicuous. “I imagine,” they replied, “that it would be a blood bath. Very bad for these nice floors of yours.”

The villain’s arms tightened around them, a little too secure for comfortable dancing. “It’s not much of an example without an audience. Humiliate them in front of everyone, you said? Make sure they never dared question my power again, you said?”

In this room, it would probably be prime entertainment. There wasn’t a single person here who didn’t want to see them dead, mocked or grievously wounded.

“It was just an idea,” the hero kept their voice light. They eyed the exit over the villain’s shoulder, keeping their own voice low too. “I’m sure you have plenty of your own.”

“I do,” the villain said. “You see, I think that if I were [hero’s name] I would be begging to be taken into my sole custody.” The villain caressed their hand along the hero’s side, pulling back enough that their gazes locked. Pretences dropped. “Unless you’d prefer I very loudly expose your secret?”

“You’re not going to do that. You don’t like sharing and I’m not the begging sort.” The hero really, really hoped that the villain was possessive enough that this was the case.

“Pity,” the villain murmured with a small smile. Their hand moved up as the music drifted to an end, thumb brushing the hero’s lower lip. “It would look lovely on you. Are you sure I can’t convince you to do this nice and private? As you said, blood is horrible to mop up.”

It was tempting. The fact that it was tempting made the hero all the more furious, nauseated with themselves for even considering it. The fact that the brush of the villain’s fingers was as hypnotic as a snake-charmers only made it worse.

The hero jerked their head away, cheeks flushed and heart slamming. They dropped their arms to their sides and forced a pleasant smile. “Thank you for the dance.”

The villain’s smile dropped and their eyes darkened.
They promptly and loudly revealed the hero’s identity.

The hero sprinted across the ballroom, shoving dancers out of the way in their scramble towards the door. Any door, any exit. They had to get out of here. An elbow in someone’s face, a punch, a crackle of power – but they were hopelessly outnumbered. They had to try.

They ended up wrestled to the floor, jeering and laughter ringing in their ears. Cheek pressed to the glossy ballroom floor, muscles taut as they strained and struggled to free themselves.  Someone slammed their foot down hard on the back of the hero’s knee and the laughter turned louder as they cried out and went still. Panting for breath, vision fogging with pain.

The villain moved over, setting a chair down in front of them. “Help [hero’s name] onto their knees.”

After that blow, on their knees was the absolute last place they wanted to be. The hero was hauled up, cruel hands steadying on their shoulders. They must have passed out for a second there because they jolted back to a splash of champagne tossed in their face.

Nausea burned in their throat.

The villain held up a hand and the various suggestions and crows of the room fell silent.

Their gazes locked all over again, no smiles this time.

“Beg,” the villain said, softly.

The room around them bristled with excitement, blood lust, hatred still. Eager and watchful.

Forget a knee, the hero remembered the ideas of before. The examples, the mortification, the rendering of pieces.

A room full of enemies - and currently there was only one way out.

Worst. Party. Ever.

|| jealous ||

{summary: what happens when your best friend knows about a certain spiderboy’s crush on you?}

a few readers want me to start sinning by doing n-fw peter parker headcanons tomorrow and i just promised another reader to update mafia!bucky’s series on saturday…so before i sin with all of these n-fw and sm-tty posts, let me post this one imagine that features my oc, David Pennington, again [♥]

keep in mind, just because dave is in this story, it has nothing to do with ||love like a comic book|| [♥]

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none, if you don’t include a jealous!peter parker ;) ;) ;)

oc mention: dave pennington; reader’s best friend who has blond hair and blue eyes. for me personally, i picture him as looking kinda like dave strider ((from homestuck)) but you readers can imagine him as appearing like harris-n -sterfield (sorry for the weird formatting on his name, i just don’t want this story to appear in his tags [♥] )

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine**


David Pennington always knew that Peter Parker had a thing for his best friend and sister from another mister, [Full Name], he just had to do something to make that nerd confess to her once and for all.

He absolutely loved [Name] and would do anything to protect her, which was why he wanted that Peter guy together with her. For starters, he wasn’t a total fuckboi, or a pompous and rich asshole like Flash Thompson. Earning the title of being [Name’s] best friend meant that he had to do everything in his power to look after her.

And if he had to set her up with a good boy like Peter Parker by using dirty means, then so be it.

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Famous In Love || Part 2

Summary: Tom and reader have been together for a years, but he breaks it off because his career is starting to develop more, unbeknownst that the reader is pregnant with his child.

Warnings: Heart Broken, sad, fluff, missing someone?

Word Count: 2,593

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hope you like it

~Famous In Love Masterlist~


You didn’t think you’d become a parent at such an age. You thought you were going to end up as one of those school drop-outs. But your mother made sure to never let that happen to you. She always told you school was your number one priority…kind of hard to focus on school when your caring for a 1 year old. Although your mother always had the right things to say when it came to situations like these. “You’re not dropping out of school. Take your college classes online if you have to! But your are not going to quit on having a great career” She’d remind you over and over again until it was fully embedded in your brain. 

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Perfect - A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: This was mostly written as a personal / cathartic piece. I considered keeping this private, but then I realized someone else out there might need this as badly as I did. This is by far the most emotionally taxing piece I have ever written. The content is heavy and I cried while writing it, so be careful if you choose to read on. Please do not read if you are triggered by self-hate, (self) body-shaming, or similar themes. I would hate to upset anyone else…if you ever need to talk, I’m here.

Originally posted by nellaey

She trudged down the stairs, praying that her book would be right where she left it. She had little patience for side quests today. Thankfully, there it sat. On the table she’d been sitting at hours prior. Still opened to the page she’d been memorizing on Draught of Living Death. 

Hustling toward it, she scooped it up into her arms and turned to head back up to her room. Incredibly eager to fall into her bed and ignore everything for a while. Perhaps forever.

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