middle junior

So like @ everyone who still says things like “in the real world no one cares about your pronouns” and shit like that, you’re just completely and utterly wrong. I don’t know what century you’re living in but in this one people in the “real world” adapt to new cultural norms constantly and adjust to accommodate them.

At my college (and countless others), the vast majority of professors ask for pronouns and use them correctly with no issue. Not only that, but I’ve discovered that nearly every middle school and junior high school (and by extension most likely the high schools) in the surrounding areas do the exact same thing. Teachers ask for and use the correct pronouns with their students, who are as young as 10 years old.

The world is moving on without your ignorant ass whether you like it or not. Trans people and their pronouns exist and are being accepted and used more and more often. Keep up or get left behind, I don’t really give a shit either way. ✌️

Public School Aesthetic

-Literally no one knowing the words to the fight song, despite it being played at every game

-That weird cheering thing at assemblies

-That one teacher known to set off the fire alarm/break windows

-Water fountains so gross, no one risks it

-“We’re running today” *everyone groans, except that one kid who cheers. That kid has no friends

-Those morning announcements that no one actually pays attention to

-KAHOOTS

-The music building is always freezing????

-More kids eat out of the vending machines than eat school lunch

-No salt in the cafeteria

-Bucher-paper posters that stay up the entire year because everyone’s too lazy to take them down, we get it, homecoming was 4 months ago, let it go

-Clubs with 2 people in them

-The periods before and after lunch: everyone is eating. Everyone.

-Not seeing certain AP students for weeks in May, when you do, they look dead

-Free periods

-Language teachers are always crazy

-School dances in the gym: no shoes allowed?

-When you walk into your least favorite class someone offers to mercy kill you

-Declining only because you have a test to study for next period

-“Remember that one day we got off because_(insert failing school facility)_?”

-When it first snows everyone rushes to the nearest window for the rest of class

-THE KID WHO DABS AT GRADUATION WHEN GETTING HIS DIPLOMA

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from a mountain in the middle of the cabins // panic! at the disco

She got hot!- Peter Parker

Author: raeswritings

Pairing: Peter x reader

Requested: Yes, by anon

Request: Can u write about Peter and reader being friends and she moves away around middle school and come back junior year and she glowed up alOT and Peter is too scared to talk to her thinking she changed but she’s still in love w him.

Warnings: angst? fluff

A/N: It feels good to be back writings!! This is my first peter imagine. Hope you guys enjoy it xx

Originally posted by tomhollandcouk

For as long as anyone could remember, Y/N, Peter and Ned have been the three musketeers. The best of friends who always caused mischief everywhere they go. Their friendship dates all the way back to first grade when six year old Y/N dissed Ned’s and Peter’s favorite movie, Star Wars, claiming that it was stupid and that Star Trek was way cooler than Star Wars. This caused an argument between the three. Ned and Peter telling Y/N why Star Wars is superior to Star Trek. Which led them to Peter’s apartment where they watched both Star Wars and Star Trek. The rest was history. 

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spitfirechick  asked:

Hi! Are you taking prompts right now? If not, super sorry to bother you! But if you are, do you think you could write some fluffy nurseydex? I've been having a bad day and could use a pick me up. Thanks either way!

Hi! Could you maybe write a nurseydex comfort?? I’m a bit down rn, people keep bashing my hockey team just because we won

“I almost cried in front of three different advisors today,” Dex huffs, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

“Oh - um,” Nursey chokes out. He’s a little caught off guard - he certainly wasn’t expecting that response when he asked Dex how his day went.

“I didn’t actually cry,” Dex shrugs, as if that makes it better, “Thought about it, though.”

Nursey doesn’t know if he’s supposed to press for more information or let Dex be. They’ve been dating for a month, he’s still trying to feel their relationship out. He waits a beat, and when Dex doesn’t elaborate at all he can’t help himself from asking, “Why?”

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french: school vocabulary  📚

♡ Basics:

  • une école - school (in general), grade school
  • un écolier, une écolière - grade school student
  • un collège - middle school, junior high
  • un collégien, une collégienne - middle school student
  • un lycée - high school
  • un lycéen, une lycéenne - high school student
  • une université - college, university
  • un étudiant, une étudiante - college student
  • un professeur, un/e prof (informal)* - teacher
  • *In France, the word professeur is always masculine, even if the teacher is a woman. 

♡ School Years and Ages: 

  • Cours Préparatoire (CP) = 6 years old
  • Cours Elémentaire (CE1) = 7 years old
  • Cours Elémentaire (CE1) = 8 years old
  • Cours Moyen (CM1) = 9 years old
  • Cours Moyen (CM2) = 10 years old
  • Sixième = 11 years old
  • Cinquième = 12 years old
  • Quatrième = 13 years old
  • Troisième = 14 years old
  • Seconde = 15 years old
  • Première = 16 years old
  • Terminale = 17 years old

♡ Equipment - Le Matériel

  • un bureau - desk
  • un pupitre - student desk
  • un cahier - notebook
  • une calculatrice - calculator
  • un carnet - notebook
  • une carte - map
  • un classeur - binder
  • une craie - chalk
  • un crayon - pencil
  • des devoirs (m) - homework
  • un dictionnaire - dictionary
  • une gomme - eraser
  • le rétroprojecteur - overhead projector
  • un livre - book
  • la trousse - pencil case
  • le papier - paper
  • une feuille de papier - piece of paper
  • recto verso - front and back, both sides
  • un sac à dos - backpack
  • un stylo - pen
  • un tableau - chalkboard
  • le cartable - school bag

♡ The School:

  • classroom - une salle de classe
  • library - la bibliothèque
  • librarian - le/la documentaliste
  • hall - le hall
  • staff room - une salle des profs
  • cloakroom - le vestiaire
  • toilets - les toilettes
  • laboratory - un laboratoire
  • workshop - un atelier
  • gym - le gymnase
  • the playground - la cour de récréation 
  • sports field - le terrain de sports
  • headmaster - le directeur
  • headmistress - la directrice
  • secretary - la secrétaire
  • dining hall - la cantine
  • corridor - le couloir
  • caretaker - le concierge
  • school yard - la cour

♡ Subjects - Les Matières

  • English - l'anglais
  • Mathematics - les mathématiques
  • Modern Languages - les langues vivantes
  • French - le français
  • Spanish - l'espagnol
  • German - l'allemand
  • Greek - le grec
  • Latin - le latin
  • Physical Science - les sciences physiques
  • Physics - la physique
  • Chemistry - la chimie
  • Biologie - la biologie
  • Technology - le travail manuel éducatif (TME)
  • Woodwork - le travail sur bois
  • Art - le dessin
  • Computing (IT) - l'informatique
  • Music - la musique
  • Geography - la géographie
  • History - l'histoire
  • Physical Education (PE) - l'éducation physique et sportive (EPS)
  • Religious Education (RE) - l'instruction religieuse

♡ School Life

  • lesson - un cours
  • pupil - une élève
  • to spell - épeler 
  • to learn - apprendre 
  • to discuss - discuter
  • essay - la rédaction 
  • school uniform - l’uniforme 
  • bell - le sonnerie
  • homework - les devoirs
  • timetable - un emploi de temps
  • to take notes - prendre des notes 
  • term/semester - un trimestre
  • detention - le retenue
  • study period - l'étude
  • un examen - test

♡ Classroom activities and instructions

  • lever la main - to put one’s hand up
  • poser une question - to ask a question
  • écrivez - write down 
  • écoutez - listen to 
  • regardez  - look at 
  • regardez attentivement - look closely
  • lisez - read
  • lisez attentivement - read carefully
  • …le texte - the text
  • …l'enregistrement - the recording
  • …la conversation - the conversation
  • …la vidéo - the video
  • …l'écran - the screen
  • ouvrez - open
  • …votre cahier -  your workbooks
  • …votre livre - your (text) books
  • …le manuel - the textbook
  • cochez la bonne réponse - tick the right answer
  • je vais vous donner un devoir - I’m going to give you some homework
  • c'est pour - it’s for
  • il faut le rendre - you’ve to hand it in
  • …demain - tomorrow
  • …la semaine prochaine - next week
  • …après les vacances - after the holidays
  • allez, c'est parti! - come on, let’s start!
  • faites moins de bruit, s'il vous plaît! - quieten down, please!
  • taisez-vous! - be quiet!
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Jason Todd, everyone. The only Robin who cheerfully skipped patrol to do homework. Not just homework, but extra credit homework. He went from a fifth grade drop out to a straight A middle/junior high school student fluent in German (I believe French and Spanish as well), was capable of lip reading in multiple languages, an Olympic level athlete in at least gymnastics and probably several other sports, skilled martial artist, computer scientist, and trained in chemistry and forensics in six months.

Oh God, Jason is actually Hermione Granger. He’s the Hermione of the Robins. WHY HAS NO ONE NOTICED THIS BEFORE?!

There are only two houses that Jason would have been sorted into. Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Honestly, based on his original run of comics, Lost Days, Under the Red Hood, and his appearances in the Dick and Damian run of Batman and Robin he is absolutely a Ravenclaw. The kid is ridiculously smart and passionately loves learning.

Pity about the pit madness. He was really into fashion before he died. His expertise on 19th century fashion solved a case. So the Lazarus Pit has to be the only explanation for his really awful costume designs.

Imagine You Have a Rare Disorder

You’re a sophomore in college when you start noticing some odd changes.Every month, about two weeks after your period, you’re easily distracted, especially by men. A professor’s cologne in the hallway can send you into a wild daydream that makes your cheeks flush and pupils dilate. As a conservative girl saving yourself for marriage, you’re worried, so you make an appointment with a counselor. The counselor reassures you that feeling more easily aroused during ovulation is perfectly normal.

Month by month, the symptoms gradually get worse, but you do your best to work around them. You start packing several extra pairs of panties in your schoolbag on “those days,” because by mid-morning, you’ve soaked through the originals and are paranoid about the smell. You drop an art history class because the male anatomy on display makes you lose all concentration; you avoid the gym two days a month for the same reason.

* * *

By the middle of your junior year, your symptoms have worsened drastically. Not only do you get wet and flushed at the slightest suggestion of testosterone, but thanks to your hypersensitive clit and lips, you’re also prone to spontaneous orgasms. Thankfully, there is usually at least a second or two of buildup, which enables you to brace yourself and disguise the climax when in public. But with each new cycle, your orgasms are triggered more randomly, and they’re becoming longer and stronger.

You eventually figure out that you can stop having orgasms at inconvenient times… if you release the tension yourself, at regular intervals. So when you feel the onset of your heat, in addition to extra panties, you pack a massive vibrator and spare batteries. (You try using a more discreet one at first, but you seem to build up a tolerance to it; it isn’t long before you’ve upgraded to the biggest one on the market.) Whenever you get a chance between classes, you run to the nearest private washroom and unwrap the silicone savior with clammy, shaking hands. You can’t rip your panties down and shove it in fast enough. You brace yourself on the edge of the sink with your left hand, convulsing again and again as you thrust the vibe into yourself with your right, panting like a bitch in heat, exploding with fluid nearly every time, fluid that somehow never runs out, fluid that streams down your hand and thighs and soaks your jeans and puddles on the floor until your body finally gets what it needs. You clean your vibrator as well as you can, touch up your makeup, and make the most of the few hours of freedom that follow.    

After hitting rock bottom in your parents’ bathroom over Easter weekend, you finally put your denial aside long enough to do some research. As you feared all along, none of this is normal. Not even close. You see a GP, who refers you to a series of specialists.

The invasive examinations inevitably cause you to dig your nails into the paper and climax violently. Each doctor awkwardly asks if you’d like to reschedule, but you beg them to keep going, to find out what’s wrong.

* * *

It turns out that what’s wrong is your ovaries.

Or rather, your extra ovaries.

As the MRI scans show, you currently have three pairs of full-sized ovaries, plus at least a dozen more pairs of varying sizes, all growing rapidly. This steady but dramatic escalation in fertility has been causing you to get increasingly high on your own hormones each month.

The doctors believe that a genetic mutation is probably involved, but agree that in the short term, the ovaries will need to be surgically removed before your symptoms get any worse.

Unfortunately, the only surgeon qualified for this procedure is booked solid for another month. The doctors estimate that you will have a fourth pair of functional ovaries by then, so your next ovulation – due in three weeks - is likely to be even more intense than the last.

“It is absolutely essential,” intones the gynecologist, “that you use birth control responsibly in the meantime, and ideally that you refrain from sexual intercourse of any kind.”

“I’m abstinent by choice,” you reply proudly. “I may need to physically… handle… my urges, but when it comes to guys, I can control myself.”

“Ah… well, even so,” the neurologist says, frowning, “You can’t afford to take any chances in your condition. Even if you’ve stayed out of trouble so far, your hormones have already caused serious behavioral changes over the past year. I don’t mean any disrespect, but I highly doubt that your purity ring will stand much of a chance once that fourth pair matures.”

“And if you get pregnant during this kind of ovulation, we’re looking at guaranteed multiples,” warns the obstetrician. “You don’t need that on top of everything else. Incidentally, we’ve also detected some other hormonal and physical abnormalities that may have repercussions on pregnancy – we’re still waiting on those tests. So for those reasons, you really need to do everything in your power to prevent impregnation for the time being. Okay?”

The other doctors concur. They prescribe a birth control pill, sedatives to calm your nerves during your next ovulation, and a morning-after pill (“in case something happens”). They also recommend that you employ female supervision, and perhaps even physical restraints, to keep you from having sex with a man before your surgery.

After your appointment, you go to the pharmacy and buy the sedatives, but you crumple the other prescriptions into a ball and toss them in a trash can. Birth control? Plan B? Restraints? How dare they. You’ve gotten this far without their condescending advice. Your body may have betrayed you, but your virtue has been unflagging through it all.

And it won’t let you down now.

* * *

In the days before your next heat, you get ready. You fill your studio apartment with food, water, vibrators, and batteries. You get a vague doctor’s note from a clinic and reschedule an exam. You plan to take a double dose of sedatives as soon as you feel your time coming on, which will hopefully make the physical distress more manageable.

You’re a little nervous, but you’re sure that if you stick to the plan and stay indoors, everything will be okay.

* * *

…You come into heat a full day ahead of schedule, in the middle of the night, your hormones surging and overwhelming you so quickly that they jolt you awake.

“Ohh… oh God…”

You fumble for the lamp on your nightstand, manage to switch it on. Your need is already at a critical level; this is happening too fast.

You try to think. What was it you needed to do? You needed to take… something…

“Nghhaaahhhhh— oh fuck, fuck, fuck…”

It’s no use, you can’t remember. The plan is gone. All you can think about is filling yourself, now. You yank the nightstand drawer off its rails; the vibrator rolls under the bed.

“No! Shit! Wh-where… is…”

As you drop a foot to the ground to get out of bed, your pussy brushes against the edge of the mattress.

“Ahhhh… fuuuuuuuck!”

An orgasm rocks through you. You hold on for dear life. This is not how it usually goes. Usually you have much more time before it gets this intense.

The orgasm drops off, and your desperate arousal instantly returns. Carefully this time, you lower yourself to the ground and grope around frantically for the vibrator. It’s no use; you can’t locate it.

As if enraged by your failure, the throbbing heat in your hugely engorged clit and lips flares inward and upward, inflaming every square millimeter of tissue between entrance and cervix.

“Haaaaahhhhhhhhh… oh God! Oh God please fuhh—ooooohhhhhh God…!”

You’re out of your depth now. Even with your biggest vibrator, you’d be powerless to meet this kind of demand. You’ve never experienced anything like this before.

And yet, shuddering alone in the darkness, you recognize it. It’s your primal instruction, your absolute purpose. But to overcome your own refusal of it, you need to say it out loud, to hear yourself name it.

“Need to… m-make…”

You sob as tears flood your eyes. You try again.

“I… need to make… babies…”

Your innermost Truth is so beautiful, so simple. You want to kill yourself for denying it for so long. But if you do that, your babies will never grow inside you, will never be born. And that would be a thousand times worse that death.

Lurching to your feet, you manage to soothe yourself slightly by murmuring your Truth under your breath. It’s the only thing that gets you from your bed to your door without collapsing.

Need to make my babies. Oh my babies, oh so many, oh so big and strong. My babies. They’re going to grow so strong, so big, so many, so many, so many, my beautiful, precious babies.

You find yourself going down the hall. Your body leads the way; your mind follows by quite a distance. Even so, you know where you’re going, because it’s the only place that exists anymore.

The apartment next door, where the young male lives.

* * *

There’s light under his door – he’s a night owl. You knock. No answer. You knock again.

Footsteps.

When the male sees you in his doorway, his look of annoyance turns to shock. You’re wearing a threadbare t-shirt that accentuates your erect nipples. A gold crucifix pendant. No panties.

Before he can say a word, you shove a hand down his boxers. Just the sight and smell of the male should have caused you to climax immediately, let alone the warmth of his thick member, but your adrenaline-fueled sense of purpose buys you some time.

Staring up at him with your hugely dilated pupils, you manage to communicate some of your Truth as you stroke him hard, but you can feel your furious need surging once more.

“Y-you… you need you to fffuck me and put… put you cum-m in… ahh— inside me. Right now-ohhhhh. Ahhh—f-fuck. I’m gonna… I’m gonna come, but it’s just–haaahhhh… shit… listen… y-you need to fuck me after this bec-auunhhhaaahhhhse… haaaaah… becauss’ I need to get so fucking ­big I can’t move… and I… I need… my… my… my precious babi— oh! Oh God!-AAAHHHNNNN—!!!” You barely have time to pull your hand away and throw both arms up against the doorframe before an orgasm seems to electrocute your entire body from within. You feel more liquid than ever gush out of you, and your vision blurs.

When the world comes back into focus, you look up to find abject horror in the male’s eyes. But it doesn’t matter; you know without even looking that his cock is hard as iron. You stumble past him into the flickering light of his TV. There’s a beat-down, stain-covered couch against a wall. You kneel, facing backwards, on one of its filthy cushions, gripping the seat back for dear life with both hands. Then you raise your ass and display your throbbing wet entrance to the male. You pray silently, feverishly, not daring to look behind you.

My babies. Need to feel my babies and grow them and make them, so many, so big and so strong and so precious. Please God, please God, I need my babies, my babies, oh please… fuck, fuck, why isn’t it in me yet? Why isn’t he filling me with my babies? Please, please, I can’t take this anymore…!

But just as you’re about to turn around, you feel big, warm hands on your hips, and finally, finally, the male plunges into you.

* * *


Thanks for reading,
Body Hostage

Girls Need Heroes, Too: In Defense of Magical Girls

Of all the different types of anime, the magical girl anime is probably the sub-genre that is most looked down upon. Magical girl animes are bright and colorful, they always involve middle- or junior-school-aged girls gaining superpowers and having dramatic transformation scenes, and there’s plenty of fan service in terms of skimpy outfits and simpering looks.

Originally posted by thedragoon

People, even the more open-minded anime watchers, have a tendency to dismiss magical girl animes due to what they perceive as a standard storyline and stock characterization; they’re blinded by the plethora of pink, the frills and short skirts, and the girlish laughter, and they miss the more serious and frequently dark side of these shows.

Originally posted by kagenui

Like any television show, anime or otherwise, magical girl animes have stories and messages that are both entertaining and relevant. Few shows have as much optimism and determination as magical girl animes, yet these shows also provide a realistic (at least as realistic as you can get on shows where girls are granted magical powers to fight the forces of evil) look at the sacrifices and pain that heroes must face. Magical girl animes are able to blend important lessons with joy and levity, and there are a number of reasons that they’re worth watching.

One of my favorite things about magical girl animes is the way they portray friendship. Even if a magical girl starts out on her own, it’s inevitable that she’ll end up surrounded by a team of other magical girls and occasionally a token magical boy. Like any story involving teamwork, there’s going to be some conflicts and some drama, but ultimately, it’s the strength of the team and their friendship that helps them save the day.

Originally posted by ladyofacat

Originally posted by fyeahsailormoon

Magical girls don’t always start off as friends-in fact, they sometimes start off as annoyances at best and flat-out adversaries at worst-but there are few things that bring people together quite as well as having to save people (or the city or the earth or the universe or all of space and time; you get the idea).  

Originally posted by sylneon

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

But despite the task of working together to save the day, the friendships in magical girl animes are always realistic. As I said, magical girls don’t always get along with one another. Becoming a magical girl is rarely a choice; it’s typically the result of some outside circumstance such as a perceived aptitude for being a hero, an accident, or a grand destiny, and as a result, the chosen girls are very different types of people with different personalities, motives, and attitudes towards their new role.

Originally posted by madokamagicaruinedmylife

Originally posted by densetsu-sailor-moon

The resulting clashes are typically the direct result of these differences, yet as the girls work more and more as a team, these conflicts become less and less common. It’s hard to rely on someone to have your back without forming some sort of more personal bond, and eventually, even those magical girls who would rather work alone find themselves forming friendships with their fellow magical girls. There are still plenty of ups and downs, but that’s true of any friendship, magical or otherwise, and these shows aren’t afraid of portraying the good times along with the bad, giving viewers a well-rounded look at the personal relationship of magical girls. Yes, there may be more makeovers or shopping trips or sleepovers than other animes, but these types of scenes go to show that magical girls and other heroes have lives outside of saving the day, and they enjoy the time they have with their friends doing things they enjoy.

Originally posted by checkyesbraixen

Originally posted by theonewhohelptosetthesun

Originally posted by homurahyakuya

Originally posted by heartcoma

But that doesn’t mean these magical girls don’t enjoy kicking some bad guy butt. They’ve got superpowers and awesome weapons and they know how to use them. Magical girl animes are really at the top of the list in terms of girl power. These ladies can fight, they can strategize and plan, they can work as a team and take down any villain or monster that stands in their way, and they look cute while doing it.

Originally posted by weissrose

Originally posted by psychopass

Originally posted by nicorobin

In the world of superheroes, there are infinitely more men than women, leaving young girls at a bit of a loss in terms of role models. Magical girls provide female heroes for people to look up to and admire. Magical girls fight for a cause, they don’t compromise their values, and they’re willing to sacrifice themselves to save others. They’re just as capable and worthy of admiration as any guy hero, yet they’re often brushed aside because of their girlishness.

Originally posted by nenecchi

Originally posted by rusianmio

Originally posted by httptsunderethighs

Which is really a shame, because these magical girls are proof that you can be girly and still totally kick butt. Whether it’s straight-up physical combat, mastery of weapons-everything from guns to swords to archery to a yoyo- or actual magical powers such as control over an element, these ladies are fearsome and powerful. 

Originally posted by ladynoir-aka-life

Originally posted by anime

Originally posted by every-rabbit-is-trans

But sometimes they’re powerful enough to hurt more than they help, particularly when it comes to getting hurt themselves. Magical girls sometimes find themselves in situations that their weapons and skills can’t overcome, and they must sacrifice some part of themselves, be it their magical girl status, a physical ability, or their humanity itself. These are frightening and painful decisions to make, yet magical girls never seem to back down from making them. They know what has to be done, and they’re willing to do whatever it takes to save the day. 

Originally posted by panzoom

Originally posted by asami-snazz

Originally posted by sirens-coven

Originally posted by homuraholic

Originally posted by rito2ru

Originally posted by yazzydream

Knowing that being a magical girl of any kind would have its downsides might deter some from accepting such a role, but those who do become magical girls always do so because they believe in what being a magical girl embodies. Even more, they have hope that their sacrifices and pain will make the world a better place. No matter how dark things may get, it seems like magical girls have an ability for endless hopefulness: hope that evil can be overcome, hope that people can change, hope that their choice to do the right thing will be enough.

Their hope is not always realistic and it’s not always rewarded, yet their unfailing willingness to hope for something better even when all seems lost is admirable. Just seeing magical girls pushing back against their enemies no matter what makes viewers believe that their own problems can be overcome. Even when everything seems to be falling apart, there’s hope that tomorrow will be better, and people have a tendency to forget that. Luckily we have characters like magical girls to remind us to be hopeful and to do whatever we can to bring hope to others.

Magical girl animes truly have a lot to offer everyone. There are complex characters, twisted and dramatic storylines, and epic fight scenes. Many of the shows have fantastic animation as well, along with great scores and visually-stunning transformation sequences.

Originally posted by mysweet-milkshake

Originally posted by purple-link-pone

Originally posted by lightgeline

Critics aren’t wrong when they say magical girl animes are usually fluffier and more lighthearted than other animes or other animated shows, but that’s not what makes these animes so good. These fluffy moments provide a brief respite between the truly hard choices, the sacrifices and the losses.

Magical girl animes show that girls can be just as good as the boys. They can be just as tough, just as powerful, just as heroic. And they can do it all while wearing a combat skirt and heels, something I’d love to see their male counterparts attempt. Magical girls and magical girl animes deserve the same acknowledgment and appreciation as their contemporaries for being unabashedly what they are: celebrations of the great things girls can do with hope, determination, and a bit of magic.

Originally posted by unicorns-ate-my-memories

New Beta

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2146

Authors Note: I finally finished the first part, and I think it’s pretty good! I hope you all enjoy it! I want to thank @thelittlestkitsune and @nothisisstiles for encouraging me to make this into a fic, @smutandahalf for helping me with some ideas and proofreading, and @stilinski-jpeg for also giving me advice on how it should be structured, and if it was any good or not! Thank you all so much. I love all of you!

I’ve known Stiles and the pack for about a year and a half now. I first moved to Beacon Hills around the middle of junior year. Stiles and I met in a unique but cute kind of way.

*Flashback*

I went to the grocery store for my mom the day after we moved, because she was too lazy to go herself. As I walked around the store I had to get my absolute favorite thing to eat, which was chicken flavored ramen. I found the isle that the ramen is stocked in looking for the specific flavor. There was only one package of chicken flavored ramen left and as I go to reach it my hand touches with someone else’s. I jump slightly looking to my left seeing a boy my age reaching for the same package of ramen. I blush slightly seeing how attractive this guy that’s now in front of me. He’s got this gorgeous soft looking brown hair that spikes up in the front, gorgeous amber eyes, an adorable nose, and his lips that look hella soft and pink. My eyes rake down his body slightly checking him out. I already like this guy since he’s wearing a flannel. Ahh I love flannels. There just so comfortable and warm. I’d wear them all the time if I could. As I’m about to speak I notice the guy grab the package of ramen.

“Wait! You’re really not going to be a gentleman and let the girl have the last package? Especially since it might be her favorite?” I ask with slight hope in my voice. The guy looks at me in shock and his cheeks start to turn pink.

“I-uh-I was gonna ask if you wanted it,” he says as he slowly hands me the package.

“O-Oh. Well thank you, so much,” I stutter slightly taking the package out of the guys hands. Our fingers brush against one another’s slightly as both our cheeks turn a darker pink. He turns around to continue his shopping when I yell out to him.

“Wait!” I run up to him and he turns around looking down at me.

“Um would you maybe, um we could eat this together? I’m new in town and I don’t really know anyone so, I was wondering if maybe you’d wanna watch a movie or hang out and we can eat ramen together?” I ask playing with the package in my fingers.

“Oh! Uh yeah,” the guy holds out his hand for me to shake, “Stiles.”

“Y/N,” I smile at him and shake his hand. I dig through my mom’s purse for a piece of paper and a pen. Finding both I put my first and last name on it along with my number and give it to Stiles.

“Just text me and we’ll figure out when we’ll hang out, but I really have to go. It was nice meeting you Stiles,” I give a little wave before walking to a checkout line.

*Flashback over*

I smile at the memory of meeting Stiles as I look at one of the picture frames in my room. I pick it up gently seeing the picture my mom took of Stiles and myself. It was one of the family barbecues my parents had hosted for my family, and I invited Stiles so I didn’t have to be alone. We were sat at the patio table and because there wasn’t enough seat I had to sit in Stiles lap. Since my mom told me that morning she always shipped us, so when she saw that I was sitting on his lap she wanted a picture of us. As she got the camera ready Stiles wrapped both his arms around my waist as I had wrapped one of my arms around his shoulders and linked my hands together as if we were hugging. I remember loving the feeling of his arms wrapped around my waist and even though we sat like that for maybe an hour, it was the best hour of my life.

I put the picture back down checking my phone to see if Stiles had messaged me. The pack was supposed to meet up for a meeting but I haven’t heard anything yet. There’s been so much going on lately with the dread doctors, Theo and his stupid chimeras that are bugging the fuck out of me. Lydia was stuck in Eichen House and the doctors there are doing who knows what with her. I can tell Stiles is super worried about her, he always has been. I wish that he had that amount of worry towards me, but I’m just his best friend. I sigh as I violently wipe the tears that escaped onto my cheeks. I hate crying, and I hate the fact that Stiles can make me cry so easily. I got a text from Stiles saying that he needed help with the research on the dread doctors. I grab my coat and car keys heading out to my car. I drive over to Stiles’ house letting myself in since the Sheriff absolutely adores me. I head upstairs to his room not seeing Stiles present.

“Stiles?” I ask looking around checking in his bathroom but there’s nobody. “What the hell?”

“Sorry, but it looks like Stiles won’t be joining us,” a girl that I recognized as Tracy mentions as she stalks towards me. I walk back towards Stiles’ door ready to run out of it and as I run towards it she beats me to it slamming it and pushing me up against it. She bares her teeth at me with her hand wrapped around my throat. My heart beats erratically as I try to pry her hand worried she’ll kill me. I feel her take her hands off my throat and I breath out in relief until I feel her claws stab into my side as I gasp for breath looking down at her hand whispering out, “why?” as I fall to the floor holding my wound. Tracy walks out the door leaving me for dead and I look up towards the bed seeing my phone go off and I try to crawl towards it but I wince at the pain in my side increases. I lay on the floor of Stiles’ bedroom staring at the ceiling as a few tears slip from my eyes.

Stiles’ POV

I follow Parrish to a car lot and see him look into a white van seeing the two dead chimeras. He closes the object they’re placed in shutting the van doors before taking off in the van. I tried calling Scott when Theo showed up in his black SUV and he jumped out fast walking over to me.

“Sorry, I got here as fast as I could,” Theo says.

“We gotta go. Now. Parrish has got the bodies,” I say to Theo as I head towards his car.

“Okay, wait up. Stiles wait.”

“Parrish is out and he’s got the bodies. We’ve gotta find Scott and tell him,” I tell him opening the car door.

“Stiles!” Theo yells and I close the car door walking a little bit towards him.

“I don’t think Scott wants to talk to you right now.”

“Yeah, thanks. I’m aware of that,” I start to head back to the door, “It doesn’t matter. He needs to know about this.”

“Stiles,” Theo warns, “Scott doesn’t want to talk to you, but I think your dad does,” he says holding up my school ID.

Theo was walking away from me as I was following telling me, “Your dad was looking for you Stiles. He found me instead.”

“Where is he?” I ask with a little bit of anger and concern in my voice.

“I covered for you. This was taken care of. If Melissa didn’t find it at the hospital. I guess even the son of a cop can make mistakes,” The states as we walk around in a circle.

“Did you hurt him?” I ask.

“I never lied about why I came to Beacon Hills. I’m here for a pack. I came for the werecoyote. The one whose first instinct is to kill, I came for the Banshee, the girl surrounded by death, I came for the dark kitsune, the beta with anger issues, I came for Void Stiles. That’s the pack I want, unfortunately it doesn’t include Scott,” Theo yells at me with anger and determination in his voice. “Your heartbeat is rising, Stiles. It’s not because you’re afraid. Nogitsune is gone, but you’ve still got more blood on your hands than any of us,” Theo says smirking at me.

“I’m about to get more,” I say angrily.

“I’ll tell you where your dad is,” Theo says placing my ID on the hood of the car, “if you promise not to help Scott.”

I punch Theo in the face out of anger. He stumbles back laughing menacingly.

“There he is! That’s Void Stiles,” Theo mentions excitingly, “it felt good, didn’t it?”

I punch him in the face again as I stumble back and Theo falls to the ground. He sits up and spits blood out of his mouth looking up at me, “We won’t tell Scott, because you can’t lose your best friend right? Even though we both know, you never needed him.”

I grunt landing on Theo gripping his coat as he eggs me on, “You hate me now, but you’ll get it eventually. This is the hard part, because you can’t help Scott and save your dad’s life, or maybe even Y/N’s life. You still got time Stiles.”

“Y/N? What did you do to her?!” I yell angrily.

“I didn’t do anything personally. Although, Tracy might have met her at your house. Choose who to save Stiles. You’ve got time.” Theo says and I stand up and start running towards my house dialing Melissa’s number.

“Stiles, I can’t really tal-,” I cut her off with worry in my voice.

“Melissa you gotta go find my dad! He’s hurt and Y/N’s hurt I need to get to my house, but please. Please find him,” I plead to her as a few tears escape my eyes.

“I will Stiles, I will.” Melissa says and hangs up.

I put my phone in my pocket finally getting to my house bursting through the front door. I look everywhere downstairs first before yelling out her name.

“S-Stiles,” I hear her whimper from upstairs.

I run up the stairs into my room finding her bleeding out on my floor. I instantly kneel next to her grabbing her free hand taking my phone back out calling 911. I tell them I need an ambulance at my address immediately and they told me they’re sending one out now. I hang up throwing my phone onto the bed and runs my other hand through her hair.

“You’re going to be okay Y/N. J-Just stay with me okay?” I say to her as she nods weakly. I hear the sirens get closer and I wipe the tears that spilled onto my cheeks.

“D-Don’t cry please…” Y/N says trying to lift her hand, but she’s too weak. I nod leaning down kissing her forehead as I go let the paramedics in telling them she’s upstairs.

They get her on a stretcher and bring her to the ambulance and ask me if I want to ride with her. I nod immediately, getting in, and sitting beside her. I reach for her hand stroking her soft skin with my thumb. We arrive at the hospital in about ten minutes and the doctors told me I need to wait in the waiting room. I was notified that my dad arrived a few minutes before we did, and he was going into surgery. I went up to the registration desk giving the nurse information on my dad.

“Stilinski, right?” The nurse asks me, “you said his insurance was with the county? He’s a deputy?”

“No, he’s the sheriff, he’s the county sheriff. Okay. He’s covered. I mean he should be covered,” I sigh and Melissa comes up behind me telling that nurse that she’ll take care of it. She pulls me to the side to talk to me but my eyes keep gravitating towards Y/N’s room.

“Is-Is she going to be okay?” I ask looking back at her.

“She’s going to be fine. You got there in time before something worse could’ve happened,” she says smiling sadly at me.

“Ca-Can I see her?” I ask with slight hope in my voice.

“Yeah, c’mon.” She brings me to her room letting us be alone and closes the door as she walks out. I slide a chair over to her bedside as she smiles weakly at me.

“Hi,” she says softly and I take her hand into mine smiling at her.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” I ask her.

“Better than before that’s for sure. Thank you Stiles, for saving my life.”

“If I had only known this was gonna happen I would’ve made you come with me,” I sigh bringing her hand to my lips placing a small kiss on them.  

3

“I’ve found time can heal most anything and you just might find who you’re supposed to be”
@taylorswift I want to write an open letter to you, because these past 4 years of my life were the ones you impacted most. Looking back on this moment from earlier (6/10/17) , I feel so proud of myself, so humbled, so thankful. My four years of high school were ones that shaped and molded me into the individual I am today. And in those four years I learned many valuable lessons, ones that I will hold on to forever. But there’s one in particular that I want to thank YOU for teaching me. And that is to realize your worth and ask for it…
My early years of high school were quite a negative experience to say the least. I was bullied profusely. Applesauce poured in my hair, pieces of food dropped in my hair and dried up when I didn’t notice, cornered in the halls and talked down to nothing. Because of this bullying I fell into and endless pit of depression, lost my love for life, and my grades suffered because of it. My once bright light in my heart had been dimmed and burnt out. I heard words said by these people so often that I eventually began to believe them. And though these terrible words impacted me greatly, I heard words that impacted me even more-ones that you said. The night of 9/13/15 was where you gave a speech in which I’ll never forget. One that inspired me to reach for my full potential, realize that I am worthwhile and important, and that I deserved better. The advice you gave that night is truly 100% what gave me the motivation to transfer schools in the middle of my junior year. I owe that ALL to you.
I made new friends, I took college level classes, I graduated with straight A’s, I was commended for my academic success and rewarded with scholarship money, I passed my CNA nursing exams, I picked myself up and got on anti-depressants, and slowly started finding that passion for life I once obtained. But most importantly I learned that giving myself the time to pick myself back healed me, and I found who I was supposed to be- who I am NOW and what I’ve planned for my future.
I didn’t know it at fifteen.
I thank you for advice that changed my life for the better

Reminder to people in school!

Kii says:

We’ve been getting a lot of asks about people wearing binders to school, getting injured or sick, and not having another undergarment to change into.

So, this is a reminder that you should bring your preferred thing to wear when not in your binder (loose sports bra or regular bra) with you to school from now on. Keep it in your locker, backpack, or wherever you keep your other school supplies. It is very unsafe to wear your binder if you feel like you are getting ill or you get injured. Please do not putyourself at risk by thinking this won’t happen to you.