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The Velvet Underground and Nico, released 50 years ago tomorrow (there is actually some disagreement on the exact date), is the definitive way-ahead-of-its-time album. With a near-peerless collection of songs — nearly all written by frontman Lou Reed — and an iconic, banana-sticker cover designed by band benefactor Andy Warhol, this jarring and innovative collection was initially a cult success at best, with no hit singles and a “peak” of No. 171 on Billboard’s albums chart in December 1967. But the world eventually caught up with it, and for the past 30 years it’s had perennial placement on best-ever lists, including No. 13 on Rolling Stone’s 2012 “500 Greatest Albums of All Time” tally.

It’s the first album to truly combine a novelist’s gritty realism with equally confrontational rock music, yet it’s also a fount of soft, vulnerable songs like “Femme Fatale” and “I’ll Be Your Mirror” — songs that are all the more poignant because you can sense, somehow, that the sensitive soul who wrote them is also kind of an asshole.

Still, it was initially considered a commercial failure, selling approximately 60,000 copies in its first two years — not bad, but no More of The Monkees. This was due partially to a legally induced (more on that shortly) factory recall that removed the album from shelves just as its Warhol-driven publicity was peaking. But that certainly wasn’t the only challenge to its commercial prospects; the group’s ensuing albums met an even more dismal commercial fate, and a disillusioned Reed left the band in August, 1970. Despite his solo success, The Velvets’ catalog gradually slipped out of print over the next few years.

The Velvets gradually assumed their proper, lofty place in rock history, their oeuvre was reissued in the U.S. in 1984 (although The Velvet Underground and Nico’s cover was a single-sleeve reduction of the original gatefold with a printed banana instead of a sticker). Thus another generation of obsessives was spawned. And on and on.

Yet the most atypical obsession of those five decades may be that of veteran music publicist and longtime Velvets fan Mark Satlof, who collects original pressings of the album. He owns more than 800 of them – he’s actually not sure exactly how many – which are neatly filed on shelves in his study. They account for an estimated 1 percent of all copies manufactured in the U.S. before March 1969.

800 Copies: Meet The World’s Most Obsessive Fan Of ‘The Velvet Underground and Nico’

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Clay Jensen One Shot

Originally posted by rosetylecr

Hey it’s Clay. Clay Jensen. Don’t adjust your… whatever media you’re reading this on. It’s me, alive and ready. Ready to tell you the story of how I met [your full name]. But let’s start at the beginning, when she first walked into Liberty High. After all, every story has an origin.


Second week into school and I noticed from my locker that everyone was staring at the entrance door. I tilted my head to see what they were all staring at and there she was. Her hair was all wet which I presumed was from the rain. She didn’t acknowledge the stares as she approached Hannah’s locker. Suddenly I got a sense of déjà vu. My heart skipped a beat and my grip on my lock tightened. Well wasn’t the whole situation ironic. I caught a quick glimpse of her and I couldn’t help to think, was this revenge for everything I had done, more so hadn’t done for Hannah? Was this some kind of punishment to just remind me of my failure? I loosened my grip and took in a deep breath. I looked back and caught her staring at me. I closed my locker door and averted my eyes away from her. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. Of course we had a couple of classes together, and I found out her name was [y/n], but I kept my distance. Little did I know, I was eventually going to fall into the trap.


A couple weeks had gone by, and it was raining so much that one couldn’t see where they were headed. I was riding my bike back home and found myself plugged in with my headphones. I wasn’t paying much attention to my surroundings. I couldn’t hear the loud honk of the car. It’s beaming lights blinded me causing me to hit the sidewalk and hurt myself badly. I pivoted my body to the side to cause less damage. Unfortunately, I felt warm blood slowly trickling down the right side of my head. I touched my forehead and cussed. I looked up and saw [y/n] rushing towards me. I was relieved to see she didn’t look so worried so the damage couldn’t been so bad. Even if she seemed calm, her eyes were saying something else.

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Looking out the window and I just saw it happen so fast. Clay flew from his bike straight to the pavement. The moment he fell the car just drove off. Asshole. I ran out and went to see him. I bend and grabbed his shoulder.

You: “Hey are you…” *looks at his head wound* “Wow that looks bad, umm come inside, I’m sure I can find something…”

Clay: *lifts himself up* “I’m fine, I can go home.”

You: *irritated* “I’m not going to hurt you Clay. Come on, let’s go inside.”

I led him towards the front porch and though the door. I brought him upstairs to my room and told him to stay there while I fetched the first aid kit. I came back to the room and saw him awkwardly standing.

You: “You can sit you know.”

Clay: *hesitates* “Oh um yeah.”

He sat down and I wiggled myself beside him. I opened the kit to see if there would be anything useful. I opened a disinfectant pad and cleaned the trickling blood. Once I finished that, I took a second one and warned him.

You: “This is going to hurt.”

I pressed the pad on his forehead where the injury was and felt him wince, and he cursed under his breath. As I padded the wound, I finally got to look at him in his eyes. Never had I seen him stare at me so intently, and so I was intrigued.

You: *while padding down* “I can’t believe an accident is all it took to finally meet you.”

Clay: *tilts his head* “I’m not a conversationalist, or good with people.”

You: *chuckles* “That makes two of us.”


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I never spoke to her, not once. Now here I was getting nursed by her, what were the odds of that? Was this the world’s twisted way of giving me karma? Would this just end as bad as the last time? I let these thoughts run all over my mind as I stared at her. I looked at her as she finished padding down. I could see why people at school made such a big fuss about her. There was no denying that she was an attractive girl. She then searched for a band-aid, and when she found one, she started undoing it.

Clay: *raises eyebrows* “You? You’re not good with people?“

You: *smiles* “I prefer no contact. Just a few exceptions.”

Clay: *grins* “I don’t believe you.”

You: *patches him up* “It’s true. And look, you’re all good. I’d still go to see someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”

Clay: “Yeah sure, sounds good.”

You: “Don’t hurt yourself again, alright?”

Clay: *gets off from bed* “Ok. Well I should probably be on my way home.”

You: *get’s up* “You can, but you’re more than welcomed to stay.”

Her voice was soothing, and I couldn’t help to hear the hopefulness in her voice. Why was she acting this way around me? I felt my cheeks warm up a little and turned my head around quickly so she wouldn’t notice.

Clay: “Um my parents will probably start worrying about me, so I’ll just head out.”

You: *as he walks away* “I’ll see you around school.”


A few weeks have passed since I was nursed by [y/n]. I thought it was a bad idea, to get close to her. But through out the weeks I stopped to care. She’d choose to sit next to me during lunch and I didn’t mind. She never tried to impose and I never pushed her away. Sometime’s we’d talk, sometimes we’d just sit in silence. I let my anxiety slip away and eventually got close to her. And then, we had finally became friends.

During lunch time, Sky sat beside me and searched the table.

Sky: “Wow your girlfriend isn’t here?”

Clay: “She is not my girlfriend.”

Sky: “But you wish she was.” I fell silent and kept eating my food, “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” *smirks* “Didn’t picture you the popular type Jensen.”

Clay: *sighs* “ She is not… I don’t even know why I’m having the conversation with you.”

Sky: “Why don’t you stop being such a wuss and move on.”

Clay: *looks at her* “Do you even remember the last time? What happened when I got close to Hannah?”

Sky: “Oh yeah let’s all pity Clay. Please, the world didn’t revolve around Hannah Baker. She was high school kid with a shitty life and some issues, like the rest of us. Enough of her. It’s time for you to let go. If anyone should have a not so shitty life, it’s you.”

I took in a deep breath and let her words sink in. Oh the irony.

Clay: “Are you getting sappy with me? Did you just try to comfort me?” *laughs*

Sky: *dead serious stare* “Don’t make me regret this.”

Clay: “I heard you.”

Sky: “So what are you still doing here?”

It took me a second to realize what she was insinuating. I got up before she can can physically assault me and went to look for [y/n].


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The library always brought me some kind of peace where I can just manage all my thoughts. I had been invited by several people to Bryce’s party this evening. But I already had made other plans, a surprise actually. And parties weren’t really for me. I wondered though what it’d be like to go with Clay. To finally hold his hand and smile at each other like no one else was in the room. My heart fluttered to the idea but I pushed it away as I thought that would unlikely ever happen. Then I saw him come in the library, he scanned the whole room and smiled when he saw me. He approached me and pulled up a chair to sit beside me.

Clay: “Working on another assignment?”

You: *sighs* “Do they ever end?”

Clay: *smirks* “Do you need help?”

You: “I think I’ve got this, thanks.” *smiles*

I couldn’t help to see that he looked like he was trying to say something but couldn’t form the right words.

You: “Are you okay? You look a little shaken up.”

Clay: “You mean me? I’m fine.”

You: *shrugs* “Alright well did you hear Bryce is having a party tonight?”

Clay: *sarcastically* Yeah I actually heard. It’s not like the whole school knows.“

You: *grins* “Well I was invited by several people.”

Clay:  "So… does that mean you’re going?“

You: "Nah I’m not a party person, and Bryce is an ass. Besides we’ve got plans.”

Clay: *looks nervous* “Um so yeah about… *shakes his head* "Wait we have plans? I wasn’t aware.”

You: “Meet me at the Crestmont for seven. Don’t be late.” *bell rings* “Oh we should be heading to class.”

I packed up all my stuff and tried not to show my excitement as we both left the library. Later that evening I fixed myself a little and made my way to the Crestmont. I got the whole surprise ready, and waited patiently until he came.


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I rode my bike to the theater. I checked my phone and it was just 6:58. I wasn’t sure what to expect, after all the theater was closed tonight for renovation. I left my bike in the back where I knew no one would try to steal it. I came back to the front and there she was. She waved as she put a strand of hair behind her ear. I smiled back, admiring her.

You: *smiles widely* “You made it.”

Clay: *sarcastically* “Actually I had made other plans, but um, I decided to come here.” *shrugs*

You: *rolls eyes playfully* “Well come inside, I’ve got a great surprise.”

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I followed her in. We walked towards the end of the theater where there was a room being unoccupied due to the renovation. She opened the door and I couldn’t believe it. The room was unfinished, the chairs were put but there was no big screen or curtains. The surround system was already installed but the walls were bland with no light, so it would’ve been completely dark if it weren’t for the light of the projector. Also the image it produced emitted enough light to recognize my surroundings. The projector was set in front of the soon to be large screen. It displayed a menu to play the movie, Lord of the Rings. I looked around the large room and paid attention towards a couple of seats behind the projector. I saw they were being occupied by bags of popcorn and candy. I looked over at her and couldn’t help but to grin like an idiot.

Clay: *surprised* “Wow, this is–”

You: *frowns* “Please don’t say too much.”

Clay: *shakes head* “No, this is pretty cool, but Lord of the Rings? You could have picked a movie we both would have enjoyed.”

You: *shocked* “Are you kidding me? Clay, I didn’t think you out of all people would make such an assumption.”

Clay: *grins* “Well I’m sorry for not knowing you’re a bigger nerd than me.”

You: *playfully elbows his side* “Don’t push it. And for your information, I love these movies. I even got the special edition with the extra content in the film. So it’s going to be a long movie.”

The answer surprised me, and I actually felt some weird feeling in my chest. I felt my nerves kick in and feel it in my stomach. She made her way to the seats and I followed. She picked up the bag of popcorn and I held the bag of skittles. We both sat down beside each other. She pulled out two bottles of ice tea from her bag and offered me one. I grabbed it and placed it in the cup holder. I thought about it, and this whole situation seemed too good for me. With every second I tried to calm myself. I didn’t deserve all of this, and maybe this is the world setting me up for my own self destruction. Or was Sky right and maybe, just maybe I might not have such a shitty life after all.

Clay: *laughs* “You’re still a big nerd. Who would have thought.”

You: “I’m full of secrets. Now let’s enjoy the next 3 hours and 46 minutes of pure greatness.”

She pulled out the remote for the projector and pressed play.


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And that’s what we did, we watched the entire film. Not one single word spoken between us, just the sharing of our snacks. I stared at him a couple of times because he finally looked comfortable. When he’d catch me staring, I’d look away embarrassed. Sometimes, I noticed he was watching me, and that made me a little nervous. At some point I felt tired and placed my head against his shoulder. I think he was taken back because at first he kind of jerked. But seconds after he relaxed.

The movie ended and I lifted my head. I took the remote and went back to the main menu of the movie. I didn’t want to turn it off because then there would be no light in the room. We had finished the popcorn, candy and the drinks so we put them together in one bag. I looked over to see his reaction and he had a neutral look.

You: “I’m sure you’ve seen this many times just like me.”

Clay: “You have no idea…” *looks up at you and looks at phone* “It’s getting late.”

You: “Yeah it is.”

There was an ongoing stare being engaged by both of us, and my heart actually started to race a little. It felt like none of us truly wanted to leave.

Clay: “Well… we can always stay. Actually I’ve got a good place we can hang.”

You: *tries not to sound too excited* “Okay well lead the way.”

I carried the trash outside the room while following him. I threw it away and I was right behind him. He took me up a flight of stairs, until he opened the door and I could feel the cold, fresh breeze hit my face. We were on the roof of the Crestmont. He then sat almost close to the ledge, in front of the building. I joined him and started looking up.

You: “Do you always come up here?”

Clay: “It’s kind of my hang out. When I’m on my lunch I always come up here. Brings me a sense of nostalgia.”

You: “Nostalgic about what?”

He looked at me and looked like he was hesitating. I didn’t want to put him in a difficult position. I guess I asked a hard question, because he started fidgeting with his hands. I didn’t want to pressure him into something he didn’t want to get into. So I put my hand over his and gave him a reassuring nod.

You: “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

He took a deep breath and started telling me the story of Hannah Baker. He cared about her; I could tell by the way he spoke about her. My heart fell while hearing everything that had happened to her. No person ever deserved that. I was able to tell Clay was the only person in her life that shed some light to the darkness she felt. Then he got to the part of the tapes, and clenched my fists of the idea Bryce raping any woman. And his friend Jeff dying, that I could tell was one of the hardest things for him. I encouraged him to keep going my giving his hand a squeeze. Then he looked down talking about his own tape. He didn’t even want to look at me. He was holding in so much guilt and shame; he didn’t think he did enough. I was almost tearing, but I gave his hand a little squeeze again when he was done.

You: “Why isn’t Bryce behind bars?”

Clay: “He’s got people covering his ass; he can basically get away with murder.”

You: “He essentially did, she deserves justice, both her and Jessica.”

Clay: *sighs* “I know but the story is a lot more complicated.”

You: “I see well I hope that son of a bitch does end up going to jail. I’m sorry about Hannah, and Jeff. They deserved better and seemed like really good people. Good to you.”

Clay: *looks at you* “Maybe, if Jessica finally realizes that she should go to the police about her rape. Honestly, sometimes I wish I could have been more involved. I wish I could have told Jeff to stay that night. I wish I could have seen that Hannah was slowly being destroyed by everyone around her. I could have helped her. She was crying for help and no one noticed.”

You: “By the sound of it, she had a lot to deal with it. And most people going through these types of issues would rather let their destruction hit them, like with Jess. And even if they wanted to get help, they don’t know how to approach people about it. So they hope someone might notice, and that person would approach them. And sadly, most of them times it’s not obvious. She made her choice. And in the end, you can’t save those who don’t want to be saved.”

Clay: *sighs* “I haven’t spoken about Hannah in a while.”

You: “It’s obvious you cared for her. And I think it’s really sweet that you have such great memories of her. Just never blame yourself for it. This wasn’t your fault.”

Clay: *looks at you* “Hannah was the first girl, well that I ever had strong feelings for. And I think that’s why it was so hard on me.”

I noticed a little tear coming out of the corner of his eye. I brought my hand to his cheek and wiped it off with my thumb.

You: “You loved her?”

He just nodded his head upon and looked down. I took my hand away from his face. It broke my heart to see him completely vulnerable. But he looked up, with some kind of determination in his face. He looked up at me and said something that surprised me.

Clay: “But I think it’s time for me to move on.”

I saw him take a quick glimpse at my lips and leaned in. I felt his soft lips against mine and my heart was slamming in my chest. I wasn’t expecting it after everything he had just told me. But it felt right, so right. I kissed him in back and wrapped my hands on the the back of his neck to bring him closer. Everything around me seemed to disappear. It was just me and him.

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I swallowed my nerves and went for the kiss. She put her hands on the back of my neck and drew me closer. All my nerves were replaced by adrenaline. I could feel the heat radiate from all over my body. I slipped my hands onto her waist and gave her hips a nice squeeze. I could hear a moan escape from under her breath. My heart started beating really fast. I realized that I was slowly pushing her towards the ground. I kissed her deeper, as she eventually ended up lying on the ground. She pressed her whole body against mine and that drove me crazy. Good crazy. My right hand traced the side of her body, outlining her curves. I got a panic feeling and stopped kissing her. She looked at me confused.

Clay: “I just want to make sure this is all okay with you.”

She looked at me with wonder in her eyes. She gave me light kiss on my lips and told me to get up. I got off her and we sat down again beside each other.

You: “So do I. Listen I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with stuff like this.”

I looked at her for second before I kissed her; a slow, passionate kiss. In that moment, all I wanted was her. It wasn’t the time, and I still felt a bit anxious since the last time I kissed a girl.

Clay: “Just give me time.”

You: *grins and jokingly says* “Don’t make me wait too long alright?”

I chuckled as I gave her a light kiss. My heart was still racing from our intense kiss from before. She moved closer and put her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her waist and smiled at her.

Clay: “In truth, I don’t actually like change, but this change seems cool.”

I saw her smile while I placed a kiss on her forehead.


That is all I’m going to write or type… you know what I mean. This story doesn’t have an ending yet, but I feel the ending to this story will be different from the last. So I guess this is goodbye, for now.

See you soon,

Clay Jensen 🎧

YUZU DAYS, 6 March 2017.
Reason for evolution “Heading for greater heights”

Olympic champion, current world records holder, 1st person with 4 consecutive GPF victories, Yuzuru Hanyu says, “I am still far from the skate that I am aiming for.”  Not content with the present situation, Hanyu continues to strive towards greater heights. 

I really hate to lose. I absolutely want to win all competitions and I don’t want any kind of regretful feelings. Even during training, on days that I cannot jump well, I feel that I have lost to myself and I will be very frustrated. I cannot help it.  (I’m) already the extreme type of ‘hate-to-lose’. [laughs]

My 'hate-to-lose’ is not just about the win and loss of a competition. When I make a mistake, I have lost to myself who have not grown. When I decide that I want to do this performance, it has to be that performance, I will think that way. Even if I can do it, I am very uncompromising (t/n. or rigid or stubborn) and so until now there has hardly been any time when I felt satisfied.  But failure and frustrated/regretful (kuyashii) feelings are a certain kind of experience. Because there is failure, so there can be reflection;  frustration and regret can also become (coils of) springs. I think that’s why I can keep moving forward.

Figure skating has many components like jumps, spins and steps; it requires not just skating skills but also expressive skills. It is a sport that is extremely multi-faceted. If there is one part that is not going well, there are other parts that can be stretched. For example, if you are not making much progress in jumps, you can polish up steps, spins or expression; there are many areas that you can grow in, if you search for it. As long as you don’t fix your own limits, there is no end to how much you can grow / improve. Further on ahead, with more years of age, even if jumps cannot be done anymore, expressive abilities can be refined, so it can become better in a different sense. When I think of this, there is still a lot more that I can evolve. This is why I think figure skating is so interesting.

Figure skating is a sport that is done by one person on the ice, but the bigger the competition, the bigger the group of people that supports that one competitor. Until I finally reach the ice, there are people who help to get my body ready, the coaches who teach me, and the people in the team. Then there is my mother who supports me in everything from daily life to competitions, and also everyone who sends me cheers at the venue. Heading towards the same direction, all these people are competing together with me. I have the feeling of competing in a team. And because I can feel that I am not alone and everyone is here for me, I can focus, I can work hard and do my best. To all the people who support me, I am truly grateful.

Translated by me.
Source: P&G, myrepi.com

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anonymous asked:

i'm taking a history class with a bunch of my friends but they think they're somewhat better than other people because they usually get high grades. and so i'm taking this class with them, and it's not like i do badly but i am always about 5-8 points lower than them on just about everything which puts my grade at a solid B which isn't bad but they always indirectly make me feel bad about how i'm not getting an A in that class. i actually study and stuff for it but they just wing it and get an A

ok, here’s a strange (but true) fact about people: they say that they “wing” it when in actuality, they studied / tried really hard for it. i’m super guilty of this too, and i don’t really know why people do (but literally everybody does it).
so, please don’t feel bad when they “just wing it and get an A” because chances are, they’re actually not.

also, there are a variety of reasons why you may not be getting the scores you want in the classes that you’re in (and this applies to all classes):

  • you’re focusing too hard on the areas that you don’t need to focus on
  • you’re wasting your energy on irrelevant things / details
  • you need to work on your test taking skills
  • you need more time to retain all of the info

here are some ways to fix that:

  • ask your teacher where you are lacking. yeah, it’s not going to be fun to listen to, but your teacher knows this the best (i mean, they’re grading your papers all the time anyways)
  • evaluate the mistakes that you make and if you’re consistently missing some type of question or time period or whatever. now that you know what you’re lacking in, fix it.
  • use a different study method if the one you’re currently using isn’t working for you
  • my post on test taking tips

and finally, do keep in mind that different people are good at different things. for example, i’m good at world history, but i cannot remember how to do math for the life of me. your friends may just be naturally better at history compared to other things. don’t let that deter you from getting the grades that you want though. figure out your problem areas and address them ruthlessly.

(and if your friends consistently make you feel bad about your grades, you need to tell them that it’s hurting your feelings. honesty in friendships is the best policy, and your friends should be able to understand.)

I hated what Geoff Johns did with his Teen Titans run, and it’s shit like this that is the reason why. 

Way to have both of them spit on the grave of a dead kid, Johns. 

noct loves prompto so much you guys

(So I was going to attach this to this post but everything spun wildly out of control. I have too many feelings about this okay.)

Noctis has spent his whole life surrounded by people who have simultaneously babied him and pushed him to the limits of his abilities. Just look at Gladio and Ignis–always there to support him in his daily life at the same time that their job is, literally, to mold him into a flawless leader above any reproach.

And more than that, Noctis is never around anyone openly vulnerable. He grows up around war heroes and politicians and people whose response to failure or trauma of any kind is to shrug it off or grin and bear it. Even his own father has to be stoic despite pain and strife; he’s so endearingly awkward when he bids farewell to his son at the start of the game, unable to offer any comfort or show any grief beyond a small plea for Noct to remain strong in the face of adversity.

You can see how Noctis has internalized all of this; how he becomes emotionally remote whenever catastrophe occurs. When his father dies, when Luna dies, when Prompto is captured, he doesn’t allow himself to cry or seek comfort from anyone. He distances himself, puts up a front. Turns inward.

But then there’s Prompto.

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Rules of Engagement (shiro x reader)

Rules of Engagement

Shiro x Reader

Imagine: Being the communications specialist with Shiro and Matt at the garrison.

Warning: Just a little making out ;)

AN: Hey guys! I hope you all like this one, let me know what you liked, or if you have any requests!

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His lips felt like fire on her skin. There was no pulling away at this point, not that it even crossed her mind. The feeling of his body pressed against hers, his thigh positioned between her legs, how his fingers gripped her hips, all of it made it impossible to think of anything else, but how good it felt. This was definitely against protocol, the small portion of her brain that has retained its sanity thought in the back of her head. It all felt like a deram. And if it was she never wanted to wake up.

She and Shiro were on the same flight team at the garrison. He was the pilot, and she, his communications specialist. They were also accompanied by an engineer by the name of Matt Holt, she swore he was some kind of genius, it was the only explanation for how smart he was. They had all been friends, but with the hours spent in the flight simulator, the late night study sessions, the constant contact between them, they became much more than that. The connection between her and Shiro was unshakable, you would never see one without the other, inseparable. It wasn’t until their third year at the garrison, did they notice a change in their dynamic. They weren’t the only ones to notice this change, Matt knew something was going on between them, even if they didn’t know exactly what.

For weeks, it was nothing but chaos. Longing stares from across the room, lingering touches, constant blushing, all at the expense of Matt’s sanity. There was a time when the two of you could barely be in the same room, in fear that in your clumsy state, someone could get hurt. Matt didn’t mind at first, that is until your team failed the flight simulator, putting a permanent ‘F’ on his record. Shiro had gotten distracted by you, in the middle of the mission, when you cut your hand on a stray screw driver, causing Shiro to panic, and in the end, sent their team crashing to the ground in a blazing fireball. He’d had enough.

He told you both to meet him in room B26, to go over what went wrong, and finish the mission report on the simulation failure. Each of you feeling a different kind of shame in the failure of the basic sim, and each feeling that it was your fault things had gone south.

The next morning when you arrived at the room, you met with Shiro on the way, but neither of you could stand to meet the other’s gaze. Too embarrassed to think it was your lack to self control that had ruined the mission. Keeping your head bowed, you both entered the room, the first thing you noticed was how cold and damp it was, the lights were off making it hard to see exactly where you were. Shiro’s shins came in contact with a mop bucket, sending it skidding across the floor.

“What the- “ he began, his eyes adjusting enough to see the shelves that lined the walls, filled different cleaning supplies. “Is this… a Janitor’s closet?” thinking that they must have walked into the wrong room, Shiro turned to exit, only to have the door slammed in his face. Shocked, he rushed forward testing the doorknob, and finding it locked. Thinking it must have been an accident, he slammed his fist against the metal door trying to get the attention of whoever had closed the door.

“Hey! We are in here! The door is locked, can you open it?” he called, hoping they were still close enough to hear him. There was a moment of silence, before they heard a familiar voice reply.

“I’m not letting you out until you two work this out! I don’t know what is going on with you buys, but whatever ‘it’ is, fix it! I am not going to get another ‘F’ in that stupid simulator, just because you two are acting like lovesick teenagers!” Matt’s voice was filled with a mix of anger and frustration. There was another pause, followed by what Shiro assumed was a sigh. “I’ll be back in an hour.” he said more calmly before walking away, ignoring the protests from his teammates.

They spent the next 10 minutes searching for another way out, only finding 4 metal walls all lined with janitorial equipment, and an air vent, too small for either of them to fit through. Shiro was sure Matt had picked this room specifically for that reason, no way to escape. Giving up on that idea, they resorted to searching for a light switch, their eyes adjusting enough to see outlines in the darkness but not much else. The tension in the room was palpable, neither of them trusting themselves to address the elephant in the room, why they were locked in here in the first place, they both knew what Matt had said was true, but were not willing to address it as the problem it was. Until the pressure got the better of them.

“I’m sorry.” you both blurted out at the same time. Fumbling to recover, you turned to continue, but your foot caught on the bucket Shiro had knocked over earlier, sending you sprawling on the floor.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?!” Shiro asked rushing over to where he had heard you fall. Unfortunately, instead of helping you, he stepped on your hand. You cried out again, cradling your hand to your chest as you pushed back against the wall, pulling your knees in. Shiro’s heart felt like it was in his throat, how had he managed to mess this up even more?

“Oh God, (Y/N) I’m so sorry!” he stammered his panic rising up. Standing where he was he ran a shaking hand through his hair. He didn’t dare move again, scared that he would accidentally hurt you again, instead he decided to speak, and once he started, he couldn’t stop, everything just poured out of his mouth.

“This is all my fault. I just really like you, and you’re so pretty, and smart, and when you smile it makes my stomach go crazy, and you’re laugh, oh god, your laugh! It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard! It’s just so hard for me to think when you’re around, my brain goes all fuzzy and I can’t focus on anything else. God, I should have known better, i should have tried harder to hide my feelings, or i should have transfered as soon as I realized I loved you, and, and now we are stuck in here, and you’re hurt and-” in the darkness, you made out his outline, and rose to your feet, equal parts shocked and thrilled to hear what he was saying. Reaching out you placed your hand on the side of his face, rendering him silent. You couldn’t see his face, and you prayed he couldn’t see yours, you could feel your cheeks reddening as you drew closer. He could feel you coming closer, your hand gliding over his face, your fingertips tracing the outline of his lips. You felt his warm breath against your fingers, as you moved your hand to the base of his neck, standing on your toes. You hesitated, your lips stopping just shy of his.

Swallowing his nerves, Shiro closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips with his. In that moment it was like a fire was lit between you. His hands were on you in an instant, pulling you closer as his mouth moved against yours. Pressing forward, you stumbled back, your shoulders hitting the metal walls of the room hard. Shiro only paused for a moment before he was on you again, pinning your body to the wall with his own. His fingers gripped your sides, pawing at the material of your uniform. Pressing closer, he fit himself against you, a leg between yours, his hips against yours, like fitting puzzle pieces together. His lips pulled away from yours, only to attach to the exposed skin on your neck. He groaned into the hollow of your neck, as you raked your fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly.

The heat between you continued to grow, and the once cold room felt like a furnace. So consumed in the moment, you both failed to notice the door to the room slide open. Matt caught site of the two of you, and paused for just a moment, as his mind registered the situation. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms over his chest, before clearing his throat. And just as quickly as it had started, the trance was broken. Shiro tore his body away from yours, his hair was sticking up in odd directions from where you fingers had mused it. While you pushed yourself off the wall, trying to stop your knees from shaking, and straighten your uniform at the same time, the small marks on your neck beginning to form. Both of your lips were swollen, and your faces were red, and in Matt’s opinion, you both looked thoroughly kissed. An amused smile pulled at Matt’s lips as he watched the two of you fumble to compose yourselves. No one spoke for a long moment, until finally, Matt broke the ice.

“Well,” he began, his voice eerily calm. “I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming, cause I did, and for that reason, I planned ahead. Because if ‘this’” he gestured between the two of you quirking an eyebrow. “Is going to happen, there need to be some ground rules.” stepping forward, he reached into his bag and pulled out a large 3 ring binder, shoving it into Shiro’s chest, who caught it quickly, looking down at the cover.

“‘Rules and guidelines of dating a teammate’” he read aloud, lifting his eyes questioningly to Matt.

“Volume 1?” you read over Shiro’s arm. “How many volumes are there?” you asked watching Shiro flip through the pages, each filled with words, and some having charts and pictures… this was obviously something Matt had put time into, and it definitely took longer than the hour they had been in there.

“There are 2 others back in my room, but I haven’t finished editing them.” Matt answered calmly. You nearly choked, and Shiro swallowed thickly, his eyes wide. Indifferent, Matt continued. “Also, there will be a quiz, so I would suggest going on a ‘study date’ instead of making out in a janitor’s closet.” you heaved a sigh, before turning your eyes to Shiro, a smile pulled at you lips, despite the obvious dislike of the situation.

“I’m free tonight.” you said, Shiro’s heart skipped a beat. He would read 50 of Matt’s ridiculous rule books, if it meant he got to see you smile like that again.

Shower- Sirius Black

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Characters: Sirius Black, James Potter

Warnings: Swearing

Request: Anon-  Could you do a Imagine that Reader and Sirius like each other, and he is always teasing her and once she says that she is going take a shower and he asks if she needs help (😂)??? You can choose the end. Thank you!!!

Word Count: 529

Author: Charlotte

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How to Help a Friend See they’re Not a Failure

1. Remind them of all the kind and thoughtful things they’ve done for you, and for the other people in their life.

2. Remind them of times when they’ve pushed ahead, and kept on going, even when it was hard.

3. Remind them of the times when things worked out eventually, and their efforts were rewarded, and they reached a personal goal.

4. Remind of the funny things they’ve said and done, and the times when you have laughed, and shared some happy memories.

5. Show them they are worthwhile and are valuable by doing something special that makes them feel they’re loved.

anonymous asked:

So if you wanted some prompts I have some for AvAc Winteriron: 1) Bucky is crushing hard on Tony and is irrationally jealous of Misty, whose arm Tony made her. He also wants an arm spesifically made for him by Tony! Even if the one he has is working perfectly fine already!

2) After arriving at the Academy, Bucky is shown around by Tony, and is really drawn to him. He’s so impressed by everything Tony has done for the academy (not that Tony likes to mention it, he only does so in passing as if it isn’t important), and after staying there for a while he is slightly horrified by how some people treat him/take advantage of him all the time.

3) Every new song Bucky writes has subtle hints about how he is in love with Tony, not that Tony ever notices. Janet, however, does, and confronts Bucky about it to be sure he won’t break Tony’s heart, because she knows how Tony feels about Bucky as well.

These were so cute, I combined all three. This is nearly 6k, so ‘ware the readmore! (I’ll put it up on Ao3 as soon as I get a chance, for easier reading/bookmarking…)

“Hi, welcome to Avengers Academy!”

Bucky turned toward the voice, wary. When someone said “welcome” at Hydra, it usually meant they were planning to humiliate you or get the drop on you with an ambush.

Well, they could try. The Winter Soldier had carved out a niche of respect at Hydra, and he would make one here, if he had to.

“Usually it’s Jan or Pepper doing the welcome tour, but Pep’s off interviewing some potential recruits and Jan’s right in the middle of planning next month’s parties, so I said I’d do it. So hi, welcome – I said that already, didn’t I? – um, I’m Tony Stark, nice to meet you!”

Bucky looked him over. Tony Stark had armored boots and a gauntlet on his extended hand, and was wearing a garish red and yellow jacket over skin-tight jeans. Those jeans did not look practical for combat, but they did an excellent job of showing off Tony’s legs. Tony had artfully fluffy hair that made Bucky want to mess it up, and a scraggly attempt at facial hair that was kind of cute in its utter failure. He’d started off with a bright smile, but it was beginning to fade, a crease forming between his eyebrows.

“Uh, okay,” Tony said, dropping the extended hand and rubbing it on his other arm uncertainly. “So you’re the Winter Soldier, huh? Is that… what you want us to call you? I mean, most everyone’s got a codename and, you know, a real name, but we’re pretty divided on what we want people to call us. I’m Tony and Jan is Jan and Pepper is Pepper unless she’s really mad at you in which case she’s Ms. Potts. But you should see how mad Enchantress gets if you try to call her Amora, and man, do not call Hulk Bruce, he smashes extra hard if you do that. And ‘Spider-Man’ thinks he’s maintaining a secret identity, so we pretty much humor him and call him that if he’s got his mask on, you know?”

Bucky considered this. “Names are nothing but words / it is the soul within that hurts,” he tried. Not the best meter or rhyme, but there was a theme there worth exploring.

Tony stared at him blankly for a moment. “Um. So you’re… cool with whatever, I guess. Okay. Well, I’m supposed to show you around the campus, so come on, I’ll make sure you know where everything important is!”

Tony led Bucky around the campus in a wide arc. Bucky already knew the campus layout, of course, having studied it in preparation for attack. But it was very different, seeing things with his own eyes, and Tony’s constant stream of chatter was often amusing.

“Two nightclubs, in fact,” Tony was saying proudly. “There’s the Galaxy club there–” He pointed toward a garish neon building. “–and the Guardians put on a mean death metal show, I gotta say. But a lot of us prefer something a little more homey, and that’s Club A. Pool table, jukebox, great dance floor.” He looked sidelong at Bucky, then shrugged. “Cap spends a lot of time in there, so…”

Bucky didn’t let himself wince, but he wanted to. His feelings about Cap – Steve – were… complicated. But Tony was looking at him hopefully, waiting for some sort of reaction, and Bucky was oddly disinclined to disappoint him. “The bartender is a robot,” he observed.

“What? Oh, yeah, I made him.”

“By yourself?” It took – had taken – a team of three Hydra scientists to merely perform maintenance on Bucky’s arm.

“Oh, sure, robots are easy. The challenging bit was upgrading him so it didn’t cause any long-term damage when his head comes off.”

Bucky stared at Tony.

Tony shrugged. “Crossbones keeps ripping his head off, and I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to tell him they don’t like that, but he won’t listen, so it seemed easier to just make it so it wouldn’t hurt them too much, you know?” Bucky had no trouble believing that. Crossbones was… unpleasant. It wasn’t enough for him to accomplish his missions. He made it personal.

Tony was still talking about the robot. “… already had some easy-repair joints for the robots at the blasting range, so I just had to find a way to–”

Now that sounded like something Bucky would enjoy. “Blasting range?” He swung his favorite rifle off his shoulder. “Show me.”

Tony’s smile was all teeth. “This way.”

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I have been undone by the greatness of what I felt. How can a tv show affect people so deeply? It’s just a tv show… and yet, it isn’t. This kind of impact is the peculiar effect that works of art have on our minds and hearts - and that is what Black Sails is: a work of art, a work of contemporary art. 

I cannot begin to say how much this journey has meant to me. As I watched the series finale, at one point I realised something that I’ve known all along: what I’ve seen in, what I’ve discovered through, what I’ve felt for Black Sails have changed my life, so to speak. It’s not about the stories and characters in and of themselves, but it’s about the deep humanity of it all. There is everything a human soul can feel: all kinds of love, all kinds of rage, all kinds of hate, all kinds of despair, all kinds of ambitions, all kinds of hope, all kinds of dreams, all kinds of failure, all kinds of obsessions… I can think of very few other works of narrative that have done quite so much. Very few, and none in this way.

Because Black Sails to me has been all consuming, all encompassing, a visceral experience. I have never been able to watch it in the casual way I watch many other shows. Every episode, from the very start, has always been such a powerful experience that never left me indifferent, that left its marks upon my mind.

It’s hard for me to feel alive, sometimes. It has always been so, it’s a state of emotion that goes way way back to childhood. It’s just what it is. I constantly need to feel strong emotions, to make sure that I am all still here, and not just my body, not just an empty shell. To truly feel alive, I need to feel burnt and pinched, I need to feel the discomfort of feeling too much all at once. And Black Sails helped me. Black Sails gave me that. Every time I’ve felt down, it has always helped me defeat my biggest enemy, my greatest fear, my worst nightmare: numbness. It has rekindled the fire in my eyes every time it got threatened to be put out. I will be forever thankful to have had this.

I could go on and on about how great Black Sails is, how important its approach to diversity, sexuality and other important themes is, how masterfully created and perfectly executed… But we already know all about it. Instead, I’ll keep this short and say that I am grateful that I was allowed to witness these stories come alive for all of us, and that I am incredibly happy that I got to share this wonderful, unprecedented and intense journey with so many beautiful, kind, smart, creative people. Sharing it with you has made this whole thing even more powerful. 

To all the times we’ve sailed together, and all the times we’ll sail again - because our adventures are not over. 

Huh?

Am I the only one who is bothered by the fact that the main antagonist of Team RNJR’s arc in Volume 4 is so Nora- and Ren-centric and the other time their lives were in danger the person responsible was after Ruby yet Miles and Kerry still insisted on handing this volume’s protagonism to Jaune? 

The Nuckelavee Grimm is the most dangerous, frightening, and thematically appropriate opposing force in the entire volume, and the two characters to whom it is related so strongly and profoundly remain barely developed until the later episodes when a volume wrap-up is blatantly imminent. 

Sure, there are tiny hints and little reactions between Ren and Nora that show there’s something up with them specifically in this volume, but the problem is that Ren and Nora’s significance in it is kept in the back burner way too much and for way too long. Nora and Ren clearly recognize the mark this Grimm left behind, and they still don’t bother telling Ruby and Jaune about the behemoth roaming around Anima? 

“Hey, there’s a very powerful Grimm we might encounter during our travels, be on your guard.” This would have called for a more comprehensive and thorough development on Ren and Nora’s behalf. It would have prompted Team RNJR slowly bonding over each other’s hardships and it would have also made their camaraderie feel so much more organic and meaningful. But no. We only get one focus for the vast majority of the volume.

It is Jaune who reacts to things the most, it is Jaune who speaks the most, and it is Jaune’s sensibilities that are catered to the most. 

And yet it is Jaune’s story that has progressed the least

Why was Tyrian particularly interested in Jaune?

What is his Semblance?

Is there a deeper connection between his lineage and the Great War?

What is his actual role in this story? 

The answer to all of these questions is “No fucking clue.” Because the Volume’s story isn’t about Jaune, yet he is still the character Miles and Kerry make the most prominent.  

Don’t get me wrong, Jaune is allowed to grow and to have a spot in the narrative to act and exist. He gets to react to Pyrrha’s death. He gets to talk about it. He gets to ask why his teammate and partner had to die and why she was cornered into the situation that ended in her death in the first place. He gets to question Qrow about things he deserves to know. But the point is that he isn’t the only one who should, especially when the vast majority of the events in this volume don’t concern him, but concern a) Ruby and b) Nora and Ren. 

Hell, Pyrrha isn’t just about Jaune. It was Ruby who watched her die. Ren and Nora were also her friends and teammates. The only time Ruby gets to react to anything concerning Pyrrha was when she watched Jaune grieve over her recording (without Jaune, would she have even mentioned Pyrrha at all?). That moment established a plot of Ruby and Jaune bonding over their loss of Pyrrha, but instead we get Jaune hoarding any and all mention of her and the fact that she even existed. Ren and Nora don’t even get a say about her at all. Don’t even get me started on how Ruby doesn’t get to talk about her own team, let alone her own sister who she left on Patch.

Just, why? Why is Jaune the center of this story when almost none of it is even about him?

Tyrian was about Ruby. The Nuckelavee Grimm is about Ren and Nora. Qrow and Pyrrha are about all four of these lost, heartbroken, and desperate teens.

How is this part of the story not about the people it’s supposed to be?

EDIT: Just to make it clear, I don’t hate Jaune. There’s so much about him to love. He’s extremely loyal, he cares about the people close to him so much he’s willing to stand up to anything and anyone, he does his absolute best to comfort people when they’re troubled, he has a charming sense of humor, and he’s absolutely adorable

The point I’m trying to make is that Miles and Kerry didn’t quite get the focus of this volume on the right characters as far as Team RNJR is concerned. The Nuckelavee Grimm is tied to Ren and Nora’s past, so their development should be a little more prominent rather than push it and squeeze it into the last few episodes of the volume. Ruby is dealing with the absence of her team and her worldview and ideals being shattered by loss, adversity, and unfairness, so we should be seeing more of her react to her grief and talk about it by her own prerogative. She should react a little more to her own uncle, the man who trained her and helped raise her, using her as bait and keeping her in the dark about the danger she could and did face in the form of Tyrian. And as far as Pyrrha is concerned, Jaune does have the right to mourn her. He has to. Can you imagine what kind of failure he must feel like? Jaune was her leader, her partner. And despite all that was expected of him and all he cared about her, he couldn’t save her. That is devastating, especially for a teenager. But he’s not the only one who lost Pyrrha. He even says so himself in 4x10. But the problem manifests here: Jaune (and by extension, Miles and Kerry) acknowledges that Pyrrha’s death is something that affected everyone in Team RNJR, but Miles and Kerry make so that he’s the only one who mentions herat any given moment rather than have the other characters voice their grief as well. 

Miles and Kerry started off on the right track with Ruby’s nightmares, but they sort of derailed from that as they worked their way deeper and deeper into the volume. 

I hope this helps clarify things. If something is still muddy or unclear, please let me know. 

I will never understand parents who act like their child being LGBT is some kind of failure on their part.

Like they must be the worst parents ever because their child isn’t straight or cis.

Like this is the most awful thing that could ever happen to a parent.

Like having anything other than a cishet child is a terrible tragedy.

Like their child being the way they are is a bad thing.

This is not a bad thing.

Your identity is not wrong.

Your sexuality is not inherently sinful or predatory.

You are not bad.

I am not bad.

Nothing about this is bad or wrong.

Except for their reaction.

It’s NICK NAME, EVERYONE’S FAVORITE SMASH BROS CHARACTER!

This is a character design I did for the terrible protagonist of a Super Smash Bros story I co-wrote with @plasterbrain last year called Sweaty Angle. We were making fun of bad reader-insert fanfictions, so each chapter was “READER x [INSERT FIGHTER]”. 

The game went as follows: Plaster and I would alternate writing each chapter and every chapter was for a different character on the Smash Bros Roster. The terrible flirty protagonist, Nick Name, would have to hit on a different character every chapter all while keeping some kind of consistent ongoing story. It started as a joke but we got really into some of the characterizations we came up with for the Smash cast (especially Ike, Lucina, and Little Mac). In the end it’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever been involved with and we wrote about 120 pages of the stupid thing.

You can read it here!

It was kind of fun to design Nick because first I had to imagine the game she originally came from (A Japanese-Only NES title called IN THE NAME OF LOVE!) and what it would be like. The only descriptor was that Name had to go around and “prevent heartbreak” by attacking weird little demons, so there wasn’t a ton to work with. I imagine the game took place on some island like Doki Doki island or something, so I figured she’d have island garb and I went with an iridescent color scheme like you see inside seashells sometimes. Going on from that the Smash team likes redesigning NES characters with a million fucking bangles and baubles over them so I gave her some meaningless bracelets.

I think she turned out really cute! Name is actually a horrible person and a totally garbage human who sucks at flirting and everything else, so in a way making her cute was kind of a failure, haha.

10 Rules for Living a Full Life

1. Be adventurous; move outside your comfort zone

2. Be kind to yourself and respect yourself

3. Don’t fear mistakes and failure as they’re part of a rich life

4. Smile and laugh often; have a positive outlook

5. Play to your strengths, and use your gifts and talents

6. Be a friend to others; be compassionate and kind

7. Ask for help when you need it; a true friend will always care

8. Don’t let people distract you from your visions, dreams and goals

9. Don’t bear grudges; don’t be bitter; forgive others – and move on

10. Always strive to be better, and to stretch and grow through life.

Slytherins Aren't That Bad

thomas jefferson x reader

prompt: you were a new hufflepuff who was very quiet and kept to herself. you weren’t the best witch and often practiced when you were alone and no one was there to watch you. well, at least you thought you were alone.

a/n: i never write any tjeff fics and i love harry potter immensely so here’s some tjeff harry potter fluff. for anyone who doesn’t know their spells, accio is a summoning spell and expelliarmus is a disarming spell. 

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“Accio book!” You commanded, swishing and flicking your wand sharply in the direction of the book stack sitting across from you.

The only movement you received was a slight rising of the book placed on the top of the stack, the pages fluttering ever so gently only to sputter and revert back to their original position, not a single action afterwards.

You groaned, placing your wand beside you and rubbing your face tiredly as you let out another huff of frustration. You were hopeless, completely and utterly hopeless. You were never passing this class let alone any quizzes or exams thrown your way. Hours spent in this corridor alone practicing spells that didn’t slide off your tongue the way others so effortlessly performed were all gone to waste.

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OP 862 - Afterthought

With a lot of focus on Pudding’s breakdown (and whether or not fans think she’s “good” now), I wanted to step aside from that and bring attention to something else that was important in this chapter.  I don’t think I actually did at the time, but this is something that I’ve wanted to post about since ch 852:  Sanji’s kindness…

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