my life is more boring than your life

anonymous asked:

hello tay! super quick question: what are your top 5 YA books? this is more in the sense of supernatural/adventure kind of fiction (with a tinge of romance of course) rather than real-life (idk what genre that is). have a good day!!

i don’t actually read “real-life” books bc to me they are pretty boring LOL i like lots of action/adventure to mine!!! i’ll give you my fave series….if you wanna know books as in singular just let me know lol

1) the winner’s trilogy 
2) an ember in the ashes
3) the lunar chronicles 
4) the partials sequence
5) ??? divergent but just the first book

AU Ideas Based Off My Real Life

so I’ve seen two of these by now and thought ‘fuck it, let’s do this’ - btw, let me know if you ever use one of these, I’d love to read it

1. We’ve been crushing on each other all school year and it’s the last day and we’re walking out of the last class, and you just confessed your feelings and disappeared into the crowd and fuck now I have to chase you down

2. It’s a friend’s pool party and we’re doing a game of Chicken Fight and you want me to climb onto your shoulders to prove we’d be a better couple if we ever became one

3. Well, shit, it’s another science project and even though it’s random you’re my partner now for the fifth time in a row and I can’t keep Skyping you late at night to work on this and inevitably get distracted

4. We’re going on a three-day expedition to climb a mountain and venture around and we left our phones behind and have to share a tent

5. On a trip to a theme park with a ton of friends we’re on a really crazy ride and you just grabbed my hand and why is my heart rate so much higher now?

6. It’s a bus-ride back to school after a long-ass day and you just fell asleep on my shoulder and we’re sharing earbuds and you’re actually really cute when you’re asleep

7. We’re having trouble sleeping and you texted me a challenge to stay up until the sunrise, and now we’ve entered a game of 20 Questions and they’re getting weird

8. We meet up every day for lunch and hold hands and spontaneously hug each other and sit as close as we possibly can and work together on everything no we’re not dating why does everyone keep asking that

9. We went to the same elementary school when we were little in a different town and we just ran into each other years later at a different school and wow I forgot I had a crush on you

10. Literally everyone knows we like each other (including ourselves) but neither of us is brave enough to just come out and say it

It sucks so much when I want to be so much more to you, I want to be the person you can’t get out of your head. But I’ll never be more than just another body you use when you’re bored.
—  I’m weak.

natalie-j-cross  asked:

Just wondering, how do you manage to stay motivated? I always struggle to do so. Thanks!

Honestly speaking, I really struggled with staying motivated in my final two years at uni. Basically, this gif was an accurate representation of how I felt up until graduation: 

[assuming that I got out of bed at all. tbh. you can track some of it here.] 

Here’s a few things that helped me stay somewhat motivated aka: 

“mate, teach me how to give a shit about my studies”

1. Start small. 

Sometimes, its just a matter of momentum. Start with a small task for the day. Something that can be completed in 10-20 minutes. Knock off the easiest things on your list of things to do. That way, even if your arvo falls into an endless pit of procrastination, you’

2. Target your study method.

I think one of the strongest demotivators was studying for long hours and then failing to get the results I wanted. On my lowest days my thought process would be something along the lines of, “what’s the point of studying this - heck, I’ll just do as poorly as last time.” 

The only way to get over that was to target my study for the examination at hand. I saved a lot of time whilst achieving decent grades. Two birds, one stone.  

3. Shake things up 

Study the same shit but in a different way. Whether that be writing notecards, finding videos online, group study, drawing up some mindmaps, screaming it at the mirror. 

4. Look for inspirational shit 

Whether it be something related to your field of study or not. It might be as simple as going on a youtube spiral on an aspect of your field of study, or finding an aspirational figure. 

If you’re the type that responds to motivational quotes - great! Print out great A3 sizes of motivational quotes and plaster them all over your study space. 

Personally, I respond better to the the dry humour sarcastic motivation. In that respect, #reallawblr and @lawschoolruinedme were very much my sources of inspiration. 

TL;DR find what inspires you. 

5. Fuck it all 

Look, sometimes you need a break from studying in order to get back into studying. Kinda like those long term old-couple relationships you see in tv soap operas where the biggest plot point of the season is “oh, I’m so bored of my long term partner, how will I ever keep this relationship alive!” (bad analogy, but i feel like this is a good time to admit that I’m running on 2 hours sleep here).  

Remind yourself of who you are outside of your school/university life. You are much much more than the sum of your academic achievements.

….to be frank, I found that I needed to take a small break from studying in order to be motivated ‘to’ study. That includes pursuing interests outside my academic life - catching up with friends, tv shows, heck even doing physical exercise.

Heck, you might even find a new hobby! I got into hockey due to a procrastination spiral. 4 months on and I’m a frickin’ hockey nerd. And i live in Australia, where there’s hardly any ice/snow to speak of. 

And that may mean stop trying so hard to find motivation. Because that may be exhausting. While I know many people turn to studyblr as a source of motivation, I’ll admit there was a long period where I just had to avoid studyblr. Because it was draining to come home to posts about pens/study/stationery/TIPSFORA4.0GPA or whatever. After a 10 hour stint of study, the last thing I wanted to do was to spend my free time talking about studying lmfao. 

My ramblings aside, here’s a list of ‘targeted’ tips that may help with those motivation levels!! 

All the best hun! 

I had a realization the other day that seems obvious in retrospect, but I hadn’t put these two things together before.

I was telling my mom that I’m kind of dreading having a private practice someday because it’ll mean working lots of late nights to accommodate my clients’ schedules and make enough money, and as I know from working 12-8 last year, that’ll wreck my social life. She was like, “So you’ll have a social life on the weekends.” And I’m like, and what, spend every weekday night alone in my apartment because it’s too late to go out and see people? She gave me this knowing look and was like, “Well, hopefully you won’t be *alone*…”

That’s when it hit me that this thing–this whole monogamous couple/nuclear family ideal thing–directly enables work to take over our entire lives. Because, yes, if I had someone living in my house–in my bedroom, even–who prioritizes me higher than anyone else in his (because, let’s face it, it would always be a he in this scenario) life, who doesn’t sleep with or date any other people, who treats his free time as our shared time, who drops plans with friends or family the moment I need him, who convincingly promises to never leave me–if I had someone like that, and if I believed in that fantasy, then yes, I’d be fine working late every night and coming home at 9. I could see my friends on weekends sometimes, but I wouldn’t *need* to because I’d never be lonely or bored.

Because however you look at it, cultivating and maintaining a group of friends and a broader social circle or community takes more effort–especially more *intentional* effort–than cultivating just one person with whom you share your life. When we have to work unreasonable hours just to get by, guess which one’s more likely to fall by the wayside?

No wonder it feels like my like-minded friends and I are constantly wading through waist-deep snowdrifts. It’s not set up to work the way we want it to. Yes, life would be easier if I had someone who is always a few yards (or less) away from me when we’re not at work and who can provide romance, friendship, emotional support, entertainment, household help, financial assistance, AND hot sex (and maybe eventually co-parenting) without me ever needing to seek out other people or even leave the house. But that’s…horrifying.

#SuccessfulSaturdays

 If It’s Hard - You Can Quit.

 If someone told you it was going to take you 16 years to be successful - would you quit at year 12? If your answer is anything but no - you are lacking something vital for your success. The trait I’m referring to is resilience - which is being able to keep moving forward after continual setbacks.

My business mentor Gary Vaynerchuk said it’s like that Rocky movie where the guy gets punched in the mouth and spits the blood out and keeps going. This is the definition of resilience - it doesn’t matter how hard you can hit, it’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.

I’ve seen so many people give up on their “passion” after the first hurdle. I knew someone that loved to sing but rarely practiced - she went for an audition and they turned her down. Instead of becoming more determined to get better at her craft - she gave up and settled for being unfulfilled.

When you settle for your life instead of working towards something you want to achieve - this invites bitterness and resentment. My early journey was filled with people who were focused on tearing down others who were trying to achieve - purely because they had given up on doing so themselves.

I want to encourage you to think about what you want to achieve in this life and then think about how empty and boring your life would be without this sense of achievement. That boredom and emptiness is usually filled with dysfunctional behaviour like gossip, narcissism & self-destructive tendencies.

The idea that there is nothing more to this life than what people think of you, material possessions and money is ludicrous. You can fill your life with meaningful experiences, relationships and interactions that revolve around what you are passionate about. 

The question is - Are you willing to work for it?

Resilience is how hard can you get hit and keep moving forward.

Peace & positive vibes.

anonymous asked:

How do you even write your dialogues like oh my god they are so witty and in character and fun PLEASE TEACH ME (im kidding ofc well 50% joking but if you have some good advices I would be happy to hear them)

Treat every line as an opportunity for a one-liner or the setup of one. 

Okay I will attempt to offer advice but I make no promises on the usefulness, usability or sense-making of any of this. 

Background: for my first degree I majored in Film, Television and Media Studies and minored in Linguistics. I like words. This actually has nothing to do with anything I’m going to tell you except that I know how to bullshit so keep that in mind when reading this advice. 

  • Play it out in your head (if you can). This may be harder to do depending on how you think. If you can’t do it in your head then do it ‘on paper’ but skip all the framing bits like dialogue tags, character names, any kind of description. The only thing that matters is the dialogue. You’ll get better at making voices more distinct and carrying out banter. I like to do this when I’m stuck in traffic.
  • Practice writing banter or arguments rather than exposition because they’re easier to get into a rhythm with and sometimes carry themselves easily in a direction you’re not expecting but ends up awesome.
  • Write in screenplay or script format for practice. If the entire thing hinges on dialogue you pay a lot more attention to it. If this format is something you hate go back to the first bullet point and do more of that instead.
  • Watch tv shows and movies and pay attention to how people speak instead of what they say. I say shows and movies instead of real life (you can do that too though) because they already have the unnecessary fluff we use in everyday life taken out. You don’t want your characters to talk like ‘real’ people, that would get boring. Cut the fluff. 
  • Study the characters you’re writing and the way they speak. By study I mean read or listen and let your brain do the work while you have fun being entertained. This is the bit that happens to me naturally sorry it’s very ??? in my head. Go back to the first bullet point and do this again for the character.
  • If you have more than two characters in a conversation treat it like they have to take turns. Character A & Character B go back and forth, Character C says something, Character B replies and those two talk and A stays out of it. Juggling lots of characters in a conversation is hard, man. I still have trouble. 
  • Similarly, once you’re at the point that you’re actually writing a scene rather than just witty banter/arguments for the lols, be aware of what your characters are doing and how long the dialogue is dragging out. It can be tempting to keep the dialogue going forever with the witty banter and end up with a ‘talking room’ where characters sit around doing nothing except snipe at each other but it doesn’t really help you move a plot.
  • I have 700 words of batkids sitting around a table sniping at each other about DnD I know this from experience okay. 
  • If you get stuck mid-dialogue but know what comes a few lines later type ‘dkjlfjdlkd’ and move on. You can go back later and figure it out, don’t stop the train. We’re dialogue sharks, we stop swimming we die. 
  • Who cares if it’s in character, write it down, your brain said so. Check it later. That’s what editing is for. You’ll eventually get character voices down and find out your brain is often right about these things. Or justify it for the lols. One of the two. 
  • Dialogue tags and framing dialogue can take a while to get right. Study other people’s writing that you like and see how they do it. No tags just action >= invisible tags like said or asked > he verbed words. Use replacements for said sparingly and try to think about whether they’re physically possible or not. Laughing a word? Not so much. 
  • Show don’t tell works for dialogue too. 
  • ‘Do I really need this comma here?’ Yes. Put it in, move on. You can take it out later if it trips you up on re-reads or when you say it out loud. Also, coming back a few hours/days later for editing helps with flow and ‘can this character actually speak this long without pausing’ type decisions.
  • Disregard everything I just said and do what works for you. 
I Am An Alpha Ch 4: He’s Here

“He’s here.” Jin and I say at the same time the moment the leader is on the property.

Jin sniffs the air again, “And he has another one with him.”

“What is that, six so far?” Tae mentally counts each man we’ve met.

“I wonder if there are any more?” Jimin muses.

Hoseok chuckles, “Do you think you’ll be able to handle more than six?”

I glare at him, “I’ve had to deal with you idiots for 100 years, I think I can manage my mates.”

“Make sure you don’t loose that fiest of yours, it’ll make life more fun,” Yoongi sighs as he strokes my head. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close. He nuzzles my hair before placing a few kisses on my head. “Our life is going to be pretty boring without you now.”

I lean into his embrace and rest my head on his shoulder, “I’m going to miss you too Hyung.”

“They are about to come out so we should get the goodbyes out of the way. They didn’t appreciate you holding on to Jin hyung but they dealt with it but I doubt they will allow you to hug all of us,” Namjoon advises with his arms open to me. I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him tightly. “I’m going to miss you little wolf.”

“Stop saying that stuff, you are going to make me cry,” I huff, trying my best to hold back the tears threatening to fall.

“None of that,” Jimin shushes me before pulling me into his embrace, “We don’t need them coming out here to you bawling your eyes out over us.”

“I can’t help it,” I whimper, suddenly feeling vulnerable with the realization sinking in that this is a real good bye. “I don’t know how I’m going to do this. I haven’t been away from you guys for more than a few hours since we met. I have never slept more than a mile away from Jin, I don’t know how I’m supposed to go from this to being all by myself.”

“You won’t be by yourself, you have plenty of mates to distract you. They will be fighting to spoil you with attention,” Hoseok tries to cheer me up as he takes his turn hugging me.

“You don’t need us anymore mama wolf,” Taehyung gives me a sad smile, he pinches my cheeks. “You are going to finally have a real home.”

“Taehyung-ah,” I grab his jacket and pull him closer for another hug. “You guys are my home. Even though this wasn’t the way I had planned my life as a kid I’m happy we all met.”

“Stop with all the mushy stuff and come over here,” Jin demands softly. His hug is the tightest, he knows there is a good chance that we may never be able to do this again. Once I’m with my mates they won’t let another alpha near, let alone touch me. They only are restrained because they haven’t actually caught my scent yet. The moment catch my untainted scent we all know their alpha instincts are going to kick in and they are going to loose it if one of my pack members even looks at me the wrong way.

Suddenly Jin releases me and everyone gets into the same position we were in earlier. Even though I’ve seen most of them before I find myself hiding behind Jin once again, only afraid of a particular wolf. Peeking over Jin’s shoulder I see five men coming out of the back door. Three are from earlier, Baekhyun, Tao, and Sehun, I believe their names are. One of the new ones doesn’t feel as threatening as the others, he’s about Baekhyun’s height, with short black hair. He’s undeniably attractive, a perfect V shaped face, wide shoulders, nice hips. As much as I enjoy looking at him I force myself to ignore his good looks and amazing scent to follow my nose to the familiar scent tickling my nose.

The smell of firewood fills my nostrils blocking out any of the other scents, dominating my senses. My eyes lock with golden ones that belong to the tall blond man leading the group. He’s taller than Tao with sharp features that remind me of a dragon. Dressed in a full black suit he looks incredibly handsome, I find myself biting my lip as my eyes scan him up and down. The group of men stop a few yard from their house leaving a good distance in between us.

“I hear you are here for your pup,” The man questions. His voice is deep like I always imagined it would be. It feels so surreal to finally see him again and in his human form, he is just as beautiful. My hands on tighten their grip on Jin’s shoulders to keep them form trembling. As happy as I am to see him I can’t help but remember the terrifying moment of him on top of me, teeth snapping, his monstrous growls echo through my ears. I gulp, something every wolf notices.

“Yes we are,” Namjoon answers, standing as tall as he possible can to show he’s not intimidated by the older wolf. “We apologize for trespassing on your property, as soon as we get our pup we will be out of your hair.”

The man stares at Namjoon as if he is ready to kill him, “I also hear you are using our mate as a bargaining tool to get your pup back.”

“Hold on one second,” Joon tries to defend himself but the man gives him no time.

“You are disgusting,” The man spits. “What kind of alpha uses a innocent omega as bait? Are you not strong enough to take your pup back by force? You shouldn’t be allowed to call yourself a head alpha if you can’t even protect your pack.”

“Watch your mouth,” Jin snarls back.

The man’s eyes shift to Jin and I. He sniffs the air before wrinkling his nose in disgust, “I know this smell. How could I forget the man who shot me?”

Jin chuckles dryly, “So you do you remember?”

“Of course.”

“Does that mean you remember me?” I question as I step out form behind Jin. All eyes shift to me, I watch him with my head cocked to the side, suddenly not feeling so bashful. It would be a lie to say that I’m not upset that he couldn’t recognize me all those years ago. His eyes narrow on me but he says nothing. “Maybe this helps,” I take Jin’s hat put it on, making sure to keep my hair out of my face. Those golden eyes of his go wide.

“The boy I attacked.”

“This is getting off track,” Namjoon brings everything back around, “Where is our pup?”

“We are in the middle of something,” The man rages.

“He’s right though,” I interject,  “Where is Jungkook?”

He growls and mumbles something under his breath before sharing a look with the other wolves behind him. I scan the house when he waves back to Sehun who dragging Jungkook out behind him. My fists clench at my sides at the sight of my pour beaten pup being thrown into the snow in front the pack of men. We all take a step forward, ready to run to him but the chorus of growls from the men stop us.

“Here is your pup, now hand over our mate,” The man snaps. My pack looks to me, I know they don’t want me to really go but I have to, not just for Kookie but for my wolf who is scratching at my insides to run to them. My wolf instincts and my human mind battle for dominance in the situation. My mates are there waiting for me but so is Jungkook. He looks up at me, one eye almost swollen shut, blood is running down his face, he looks about ready to cry. The pup stands up on shaking legs and begins wobbling towards us. I can’t control my legs anymore, I find myself running full speed into the field but not to my mates.

I reach Kookie in no time and tackle the pup to the ground, straddling his hips I rest on top of him with my arms around his neck and his face tucked into the crook of my neck. He cries softly in my embrace, wrapping his arms around me as he mumbles thank yous under his breath.

“Hyung I was so scared,” He cried louder this time, “I missed you so much.”

I shush the younger, “It’s okay Kookie, I’ve got you.” For a moment all feels right in the world with that pup in my arms, but that doesn’t last long. The growls start again, this time from both ends of the field. I look up at my mates, I see no more golden hues, instead I see blood red eyes staring down at me. The dominance radiating off them keeps me down on all fours and commands my inner omega to bare her neck and beg for forgiveness. But the alpha I was raised helps me to be able to bare my teeth a let out a growl of my own.

“Get away from that mutt,” The leader snarls.

“This mutt is my pack member and my pup,” I snap back, surprising not only myself but also every wolf there. The surprise is gone from their faces a minute later when their inner alphas rage in jealousy and anger. I try to stay strong but they continue to pour more and more pheromones into the air making it hard for me to breath. Black splotches begin to appear in my vision as I try to stay up, my heart is racing and my breathing becomes labored. Kookie notices and quickly tries to control the situation by cupping my face.

“Hyung calm down,” The young alpha commands.

“They hurt you Kookie,” I snap back.

He shakes his head, “I’m fine Hyung, please calm down and stop this stand off. You are over working yourself.”

“I’m fine,” I lie.

“You are having an attack, you need to look at me,” He demands. I hesitantly break eye contact with the man to look down at Kookie. “Now take a deep breath. Forget about those men, just focus on me, okay?” Without any hesitation I follow his commands like I have a thousand times before. His thumbs are stroking my cheeks, the heat from his beaten body draws me in and I relax against him. “Rest Hyung,” He whispers this last command as I burry my face into the crook of his neck and breath in his familiar scent, it reminds me of a rainstorm. Another moment passes and I find myself completely exhausted. Sleep is impossible to fight, regardless of my panicking pack members rushing towards us and my mates joining in the race, teeth bared, ready for a fight. I just can’t ignore it.

MURDER BALLAD: A NEW MUSICAL LYRICS SENTENCE STARTERS.

  • ’  someone’s gonna die.  ’
  • ’  from new york to berlin come stories of true love gone awry.  ’
  • ’  we all want to touch the flames but not get burned.  ’
  • ’  there’s always a killer so logically someone has to die.  ’
  • ’  you’re brighter than the sun and i revolve around you.  ’
  • ’  after three years it became clear, with close inspection, no one’s perfection.  ’
  • ’  aren’t you scared you’ll say, when you’re old and gray, a better life has passed you by? and i’d be the reason why.  ’
  • ’  free will and fate both play their part.  ’
  • ’  trust no one. stay on guard.  ’
  • ’  i don’t want the sun, i’m safer in the static.  ’
  • ’  it’s two a.m., i’m drunk again.  ’
  • ’  what did you come here for if you don’t wanna kiss? doesn’t anybody want to kiss me?  ’
  • ’  is your heart broken? did mamma ever tell you, bad boys, they don’t stay?  ’
  • ’  all men are assholes.  ’
  • ’  shut up and kiss me,  ___.  ’
  • ’  slow down, baby. quiet your mind.  ’
  • ’  come on, let me ease your troubled mind.  ’
  • ’  sleep. that’s what we do at night.  ’
  • ’  don’t pretend that things are alright.  ’
  • ’  don’t make me a promise. people take those away.  ’
  • ’  i don’t want anyone to love me — but i do want you to stay.  ’
  • ’  i will conquer this damn city.  ’
  • ’  won’t fall in love again, no, never again.  ’
  • ’  a baby changes everything.  ’
  • ’  you don’t understand. you will never understand.  ’
  • ’  slow down. listen, please hear me.  ’
  • ’  you, you are the morning. you start each day anew.  ’
  • ’  i’m trying but this darkness won’t let go of me.  ’
  • ’  how did i become so useless in this time and place?  ’
  • ’  oh, god. i love her smile.  ’
  • ’  things got turned around, fucked-up mistakes that broke us down.  ’
  • ’  man, don’t be a fool. she’s not coming back for you.  ’
  • ’  i had a dream of us in our sixties. was a cold winter night in new york city, walking down a cobbletone street. empty, but you were holding my hand, smiling at me.  ’
  • ’  a kiss like a mouth tattoo burns in me and i don’t know what i’ll do.  ’
  • ’  but if i choose to scald my story, does it mean that i’m in love with you?  ’
  • ’  let me count the ways i love you, and then i’ll count the ways i don’t.  ’
  • ’  she’s the kind of pretty to scare the words away.  ’
  • ’  drop the briefcase, grab a cup of coffee, talk romantic poets.  ’
  • ’  their words are yours to build upon.  ’
  • ’  don’t forget the thing.  ’
  • ’  you walked in and chipped out a little piece of my heart.  ’
  • ’  stopped clock, doors locked, let’s shut the world out.  ’
  • ’  i never knew a sound could ease my pain until i heard your voice speak my name.  ’
  • ’  don’t stop, but don’t say that you love me.  ’
  • ’  tears look so damn beautiful glistening on the screen, but no one thinks they’re pretty in a real-life crying scene.  ’
  • ’  if you’re awake, we can talk.  ’
  • ’  we could stay in bed all day just like we used to do.  ’
  • ’  don’t ask how long. we’re built for longing.  ’
  • ’  we all want the sun and skies.  ’
  • ’  maybe a baby or two. a better life, i promise you.  ’
  • ’  you and me were made for wanting. we’re always gonna want for something.  ’
  • ’  i’m only here to say goodbye. we both know the reasons why.  ’
  • ’  i fucked up, and i’m to blame. i’m gonna right this wrong.  ’
  • ’  where are you? answer me.  ’
  • ’  i don’t love you. i love ___, not you.  ’
  • ’  i’ve always been in love with you, i’d do anything that you asked me. don’t leave me.  ’
  • ’  we are two cats in a fishbowl. we are two dogs in a boneyard.  ’
  • ’  you belong to me.  ’
  • ’  so many alibis. go on, choose your lies.  ’
  • ’  i know how happy we could be. what the hell was wrong with me?  ’
  • ’  i’ll start my whole life up brand new.  ’
  • ’  you haven’t aged a single day.  ’
  • ’  don’t say a word. don’t wanna hear your lies, don’t you even try.  ’
  • ’  little by little, i knew something was wrong.  ’
  • ’  does this life bore you? did you have to get away?  ’
  • ’  you know we love you more than anything.  ’
  • ’  go ahead, now cry.  ’
  • ’  they think they can return to when they were younger. like life was better.  ’
  • ’  right now i feel like i could do anything i wanna do.  ’
  • ’  i wanna watch them bleed. i’ll use my imagination and walk on it — broken glass, throats are slashed, their blood splattered on the wall.  ’
  • ’  playtime is over, i’m not playing, i’m done playing.  ’
  • ’  you’re mine and i’m yours.  ’
  • ’  blood looks so damn beautiful. scarlet on the screen.  ’
  • ’  it don’t take much to die.  ’
  • ’  i can say ‘cuz i was there: love and war are never fair.  ’
  • ’  please, look at me. turn around and look at me.  ’
  • ’  go on then, walk away. you’re better off without me.  ’
  • ’  please don’t say goodbye.  ’
  • ’  before you walk away, if you ever loved me, please just hold me.  ’
  • ’  you’re far too good for me. i know how much you loved me.  ’
  • ’  no one ever gets forever. only days.  ’
  • ’  i’m not erasable.  ’
  • ’  he was mine and i was his. that’s the truth, i swear it is.  ’
Alone?!

Summary- Clara leaves Dean alone to babysit Maddie for the first time. 

A/N- The second part of my Dating with Children series. It will make sense if you haven’t read the first part, but I suggest checking it out.

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“Alone?! You want to leave me alone with her? Are you crazy?” Dean exclaimed, looking at his girlfriend like she had three heads.

“Dean, please? I have been planning this girl’s night for a while and the babysitter caught the flu and can’t come. It’ll only be for a couple of hours, I promise.” Clara continued getting ready.

“Clara, I don’t know what to do with her! Sure, I’ve spent some time with her, but not a lot. And what if I do something wrong? I could totally screw up your kid. Like forever. Is that what you want?”

Clara turned around and gave him a look. “You are not going to screw her up. C’mon, you can handle a four-year-old for a couple of hours. I have total faith in you! You’re a very capable man. She’ll tell you want she wants to do, and she’ll even tell when she’s hungry for dinner. There are some very basic things in the fridge and you’re a great cook. She’ll eat just about anything. Bedtime is 7:30. Okay? You’ve got this Dean, there is no one safer to leave her with.”

Dean was not ready for this. Handling a preschooler by himself for the evening? Scarier than a nest of vamps. He’d been back to Clara’s a handful of times since the first night he’d meet Maddie and had fun. Maddie was a good kid and according to her Dean was finally starting to get the hang of playing princesses. But none the less, being left responsible for the little girl was terrifying for Dean. Sure, he’d taken care of Sam a lot when they were younger, but Dean didn’t feel like that made him experienced. He knew that Clara leaving Maddie with him was a big step.

“Please Dean, for me.” Clara ran a hand up his arm reassuringly. “I won’t be far, if anything goes wrong just call me and I’ll be home in no time.”

Dean sighed, “Okay. I’ll do it.”

Clara leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. “You’ll be fine; she’s an easy kid.”

The door had barely closed behind Clara, before Maddie whipped around to face Dean. “We’re going to have the best time Dean!”

Dean gave her a weak smile. “Alright Maddie, what are we doing first?”

“Barbies, you still haven’t played that yet!”

“Alright, let’s go.” Never in his life did Dean Winchester think he’d be sitting on the floor of a little girl’s room playing Barbies, but since meeting Maddie she had gotten him to play a variety of children’s games.

Maddie started pulled out a collection of dolls and their various outfits and accessories. “Dean, I left my Ken doll at Nana’s, so you’ll have to be a Barbie, but you can pick your Barbie and her outfit first.”

Dean stared at the various toys laid out in front of them, “Maddie I don’t really care which one, you can pick for me.”

Maddie shot him an annoyed look, “Deaaan, part of the fun of Barbies is picking your girl and dressing her up. I can’t pick for you.”

“Sorry,” Dean reached out and grabbed the closest Barbie to him. “I guess I’ll be this one then.”

“Good, now pick clothes to put on her. This shirt is like the ones you always wear.” Maddie fled up a Barbie sized flannel for Dean. He took the miniature clothing from her and tried to dress his doll. He struggled to get the old shirt off his doll; his large fingers fumbling to get her arms out. Maddie giggled as she watched him try, and Dean shot her his classic bitch face.

“You want to help me with this?” Dean held out the doll to her and she changed its outfit with ease.

“There! Okay, so this doll is mine. I named her Lily. What is the name of your doll?” Maddie looked at him expectantly. He didn’t have a name; he honestly was so confused on how he was supposed to play.

“Can’t I just call her Barbie?” Maddie tossed her head back, again annoyed with Dean’s lack of understanding. “Guess not. Umm… I guess Mary then.”

Maddie smiled at him, “That’s a pretty name.”

Dean smiled to himself, “Thanks. So how do we play?”

“You just move them around and talk. You play however you want.” She held her doll up on the floor and Dean copied her moves. “Hi Mary, I love your new shirt.”

“I like yours too.” Dean tried out a high pitched girly voice. Maddie giggled.

“Why thank you, I also got these new shoes. Do you want to try them on?” Dean groaned internally; this was going to be a long night.


An hour later, Maddie put down the Barbie she was holding and looked up at Dean, “Dean I’m hungry. Can I have dinner please?”

“Sure kid, what do you want? Are burgers good? My brother says I make good burgers.”

“I like burgers, especially with cheese.” She paused for a minute, “you have a brother?”

“Burgers with cheese it is then.” Dean scoped the child up in his arms and headed toward the kitchen. “Yep, his name’s Sammy.”

“That’s sounds nice. I always wanted a little brother or sister to play with.”

“Yeah? Mines not so little anymore, he’s taller than me now.”

“Really?” Maddie’s eyes went wide, “But you are already really tall. He must be huge.”

“He’s a giant alright.” Dean sat her down on the counter and started gathering all the supplies he needed to make dinner.

“I want to help.” Maddie excited bounced on her spot. Dean bit his lip, he wasn’t sure how much help Maddie was going to be able to be. At four-years-old there was no way Dean was letting her work the stove.

“I don’t know Maddie; the stove is hot. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I can help with the other stuff; I help my Mommy cook all the time.”

“Alright,” Dean conceded. He pulled a kitchen chair over for Maddie to stand on and work. Together they started preparing the meat, mixing onions and garlic with the ground beef. Once everything was mixed together Dean showed Maddie how to shape the patties. “You push the meat into little balls and then flatten them, like this. Good job.”

Once all the patties were formed, Dean moved Maddie to the table and started to cook the meat. When Dean placed a finished burger in front of Maddie, her eyes went wide.

“That smells really good.” She took a bite and smiled up at him. “Your Sammy is right; these are great burgers!”

“I had a great helper.” As dinner continued, he noticed that Maddie seemed to be getting tired. “Hey, maybe we can watch a movie after dinner before bed.”

“Yeah, we have to watch Beauty and the Beast. It’s my new favorite princess movie.”

“I’ve never seen it before.”

“What?” Maddie looked up at Dean with a shocked expression. “Dean, your life sounds pretty boring. You’ve never seen Beauty and the Beast, you’ve never played Barbie or tea party. What do you do? It’s a good thing you met Mommy; we’re showing you all the good stuff.”

Dean smiled, Maddie wasn’t too far off. He’d never admit it, especially to Sam, but he actually enjoyed playing Maddie’s games with her. Definitely more than he ever though. Dean was really starting to warm up to this new little girl in his life.

“You definitely are sweetheart. Meeting your mom was one of the best things to happen to me.”

Maddie leaped out of her seat and towards Dean, who quickly threw his arms out to catch her. She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and gave him the biggest hug she could.

After dinner, the pair were nestled up on the couch, the opening chords of the movie playing. As the enchantress comes on screen, Maddie snuggled closer into Dean’s side, her head curled into the crook of his neck. Dean wrapped his arms securely around her, basking in the fact that there was no were else he’d rather be.


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How every John Green book/movie goes

I’m Kyle,

I’m not your average 16 year old lanky white boy with short greasy hair. I’m very unique because unlike your average teenager I listen to old rock and indie music. I live in a random ass state with a lot of trees like Minnesota. You don’t know it yet, but the trees hold a very symbolic meaning that will be revealed later. I’m tired of living my same old boring life, I need some excitement. My supportive parents understand my yearning for excitement in my life so they allow me to go to summer camp. At summer camp, I meet this very rebellious and mysterious girl called Lauren (but she likes to be called Danny because what’s more rebellious than a nickname that doesn’t have anything to do with your name?“). Danny and I become friends and bond over generic ass vintage music and I’m surprised because she’s very beautiful and I’m very ugly. I fall in love with Danny but she has a horrible past and can’t commit to anything too serious. Danny starts to reveal my rebel side and persuades me to sneak out and go on a road trip! I’ve never felt such a rush because I’m boring and very self conscious. While on the road trip, we drive past some trees which is revealed to somehow represent Danny’s love for trees because it reminds her of her childhood. Trees grow and Danny grew to to turn over a new rebellious leaf(or some deep shit like that.) One night on our trip, when I was sleeping, Danny snuck out and now I can’t find her. I panic because I love my little tree. Danny leaves a bunch of clues for me to find her because she’s so damn mysterious and I find her….dead…beside a tree. She was climbing it to gaze at the stars but missed a branch fell down (gasp). Another symbolic reference because Danny died from what she loved the most (This is some deep ass shit right hur so Its going to be a T-shirt design in a few days). I am saddened, but those few weeks with Danny are the best weeks of my life and now whenever I see a tree I think of Danny, my little tree.

Signs based on people I’ve met:

Aries - Istg, I can’t keep up with you. Too much energy. How come you don’t explode? Cool mates, but always getting in trouble. Fucking balls of light. Have a hard time admiting their faults. Stop spamming my twitter, btw.

Taurus - Can’t figure you out until you decide to actually open up. Hella fascinating people with big hearts. But if crossed once, they’re out forever. Stubborn as fuck. Need to be dragged out of their houses against their will. Have a lot of know-it-all moments, it’s kinda cute.

Gemini - They’re weird. They’re here and they’re there. I’ve met the cool ones and the uncool ones. Chill down with the flirting skills, if you may. Talk a lot and are funny as fuck. It’s hard to trust you, though. But well, you’re all sexy as fuck.

Cancer - Manipulative little shits with big hearts that cry for them when they can’t cry on their own. Sensitive people who know what to say because they actually listen and don’t just wait for their turn to talk. They’re the mom friend you both hate and love.

Leo - Queens of the drama club. Care a lot for their own. You either love them or you hate them, there’s no in-between. Need to chill tho, they’re always so defensive… not everyone is trying to dethrone you, you big fluffy cat. 

Virgo - Worrisome people at heart. Loyal friends who know how to keep their head in the clouds and their feet on the ground at the same time. But yo, Virgos, you’re not always right. And stop with the “I told you so”, it’s getting old. CHILL! Thank you for the good advices tho.

Libra - Omg, you guys are always spamming shit over my Facebook feed. I get it - yadda yadda - your love life is a mess but jfc, no one actually cares. With that aside, you guys have them brains and it’s nice to discuss things with you. You always manage to see the world from a different perspective, one no one has considered yet.

Scorpio - I kinda have a crush on all of you. Your soul is deeper than your asshole, I guess that’s why we get a taste of said asshole first. But well, even if you try to play it cool, you and I both know you have lots of feelings. Also, chill with the vampire books, okay? Yeah, yeah, you’re a badass. We know, we know.

Sagittarius - Tbh, you’re like the wind. I need small portions of your presence in my life but if it’s too much everything becomes a mess and I’ll have to kick your ass. They’re cool people tho. Once they’re in your life they’ll make sure they leave a mark so when they walk out you’ll actually miss them. Hella presence of spirit.

Capricorn - You’re not as cool as you think. You’re either hella interesting or hella boring. Like to play the victim far more often than they should, but oh well. Loyal friends. Will be real with you and will allow you to be just as real with them. Can’t really get rid of them, lol. Don’t cry on their shoulder, they will just talk shit in a cheap attempt of trying to cheer you up.

Aquarius - They’re aliens. That’s all there is to be said. Oh, also airheads at best. Feel too deep, show too little. Will live for their friends or not live at all. They’re smarter than they think. But when they do know that they’re smart they act like some smug motherfuckers.

Pisces - Change is their middle name. They’ve already reinvented themselves the second time you meet. They adapt too fast even though they’re just little balls of fluff. Don’t be mistaken tho, there’s a storm inside them. And, if you’re the right person, they’ll let you sail through the vast ocean that is their mind. Melancholy is their best friend. Call them at 4am with your shitty thoughts and they’ll be there for you. They’re heartbreakers at their finest.

Life Rules

- you are never as awkward as you think you are
- you are never as annoying as you think you are
- you are never as boring as you think you are
- your compliments are never as creepy as you think they are
- you are way more wanted than you give yourself credit for
- chin up, dude

Young Sam Drake x Reader

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Prompt: Sam arrives at your home to tell you he and Nate have to leave. You don’t him to leave as you’re in love with him, so you try something to get him to stay.

——-/——–

You woke to something being thrown at your bedroom window. You bedroom was at the front of the house, looking over the street you lived on. You rubbed your eyes and got up to see who it was. You looked out your window and saw Sam Morgan, waving to you from the street, with his bike parked behind him. His younger brother Nathan, was sat on the bike.

You smiled thinking you knew why they were here. To adventure. You quickly got dressed and headed out the house, making sure you were quiet so you didn’t wake your parents. You closed the front door behind you and made your way to the brothers.

“So where we going tonight?” You asked stopping in front of Sam. You’ve had a massive crush on Sam for a couple of months but you’ve never had the courage to tell him. Meaning you had to watch him get with girls that you knew weren’t right for him.

“Sorry, Y/N I didn’t bring you out for that.” Sam said sadly. “Unfortunately me and Nate have to leave this place. I dragged him into something stupid and if we don’t leave we’ll be in a massive amount of trouble.” You frowned confused. What had they done? Surely nothing is bad enough that they have to leave.

“What?” You asked, looking to Nate then back at Sam.

“I’m sorry but this is all my fault. I dragged him into the house looking for our mums stuff, and then an old woman pulled a gun on us and then the police came and..” You saw Sam was starting to panic so took his hand in yours and squeezed it. Sam took a deep breathe to calm himself down. 

“You don’t have to leave Sam.” You tried to persuade him. “We can work it out.” Sam and Nate made your life actually interesting. But if they were to leave; you’re life would go back to being boring.

“That’s just the thing. They saw us. If Nate goes back to the orphanage and I go back to work, they’ll find us. And I can’t put Nate through that.” Sam urged you, pleading with his eyes to let him and Nate go.

“I get that. But do you have any idea what it’s going to do to me?” You began. “My life won’t be the same without you two. I can’t have a boring life, Sam. I sound so selfish right now, I’m sorry.” You put your head in your  hands, not wanting to cry in front of the boy you were in love with. 

“Hey it’s okay.” Sam stepped foreword and removed your hands from your face. “You honestly don’t need us, Y/N. You are a great girl and deserve a better friend than me.” Tears began to fill your eyes. You weren’t just losing Sam, you were losing Nate and the adventures you had together. “I’m sorry.” He apologised once more. You nodded understanding before being pulled into the last hug you would probably ever get from Sam. You couldn’t help but cry into his shoulder, and you were sure Sam was crying too.

“Can I have a hug too?” You broke away from Sam to see Nate standing next to him. You smiled at Nate and pulled him into a hug.

“Gunna miss ya, shortie.” You said, kissing little Nate’s head. Letting go of Nate, you wiped tears away.

“We’ll see you round.” Sam said to you, you nodded allowing them to get on the bike. But something was bothering you. You couldn’t leave Sam with just a hug. You just couldn’t.

“Sam, wait.” You found yourself saying. Sam looked at you and you couldn’t take it any more. You walked up next to the bike and planted your lips on Sam’s. He was took by surprise but kissed back. He placed his hand on your cheek and your arms ended up around his neck. Nate didn’t know where to look, so just covered his eyes. 

Kissing Sam felt better than you imagined it to be. But it also felt horrible as you would never see him again after this and never get to kiss him again. But you couldn’t kiss him forever. You pulled way from Sam and looked him in the eye. Sam smiled.

“After all of this is blown over, we will find you. I promise.” Sam told you. You nodded and shared one last kiss, before you stepped back and Sam and Nate sped off into the distance. You wiped the last of your tears away and stopped back inside your house. You couldn’t sleep that night, and didn’t want to. You wanted to cherish the memories of you, Sam and Nate for as long as you could before you had to go back to your life.

You hoped in your heart Sam would find you again. But you feared he wouldn’t. If you were never to see Sam again, you were at least glad you kissed him before he left. If you were never to see Sam again, you were happy you got to know him and his brother as much as you did. 

——/———

May make a part 2 for this where Sam does find you years later. Would you like that?

strawberryeclaire replied to your post “100 facts”

Ah what did you think about Life? I saw it a couple of weeks back and liked it even if it was kind of cliche in a lot of respects.

It was average. Horror’s not my genre, it’s a bit …boring? in lack of better words. It’s too predictable and not that enjoyable imo

I did like how they didn’t go ahead with a lot of stupid mistakes though! I was praying Hugh wouldn’t stop the others from killing Calvin or something and he didn’t! Also really liked how, they understood that they couldn’t let Calvin out or in, with how Rory was doomed to die in the lab and Kat sacrificed herself. This is sensible behaviour, this is how I expect characters, especially highly educated ones, to behave in a situation like this and anything else will make me weep. 

Minus points goes to some of the camerawork, not a very original idea, and how I didn’t fear for humanity at all. I didn’t really care for anything in the movie? They had a nice cast, I liked the characters and how they had some diversity there, no one just showed much personality for me to get attached to and in general what’s the point when they’ll all die soon anyway? Since it all happened in space the worst thing that could’ve happened was all whopping six of them dying and the movie ending with the creature coming to earth, and well I don’t get to see that, so what do I care? 

Such a pretty face,
I’d love it to be
the first thing I see
when I wake
for countless years.
 
Such a beautiful mind,
I could spend my life
fascinated
by your thoughts,
imagination, and
wisdom,
without ever getting
bored of it.
 
These are truths, 
but they cannot convey
what I mean when I say,
 
I will love you always.
 
It’s about what I see in
your eyes,
how you make me rise,
‘til galaxies are dwarfed
by the grandeur of love.
 
When I see that my life
is less than a blink of
an eye in terms of time,
yet there’s more to me
than I’ve
been able to perceive,
simply because
before you
I never did experience
the purest form of energy.
 
I will love you eternally,
for in you I found
eternity.
 
With our eyes locked
in a mortal gaze,
we would set our souls free.
 
I touched your ethereal form
with my own and found that
it is love, only love,
that we embody
when we’re no longer driven
by mortality and
therefore
effectively transcend all our
fickle, and temporary needs.
    
I will love you always, 'cause
through your loving eyes
I have experienced
what
lies beyond
space and time’s boundaries.
 
A soul connection; true love,
the purest form of energy,
offering us unlimited
possibilities.
—  M.A. Tempels © 2016

Beloved Kostroma,
Sweet wife,
My existence began the day
I lifted your wreath from the river.
You are the other half of my soul,
Your limbs entwined with mine,
As if they had always belonged there.
And they have.
Always.
But the Gods will not smile upon us.
The blood we share has doomed us.
I cannot bare this world without you,
But I cannot live in this world with you,
The river where we found each other
Waits for me.
Kostroma, how I have loved you more than
My own life.
How I will love you after that life has ended.
Eternally yours,
Kupalo

Darling Kupalo,
Sweet husband,
How I used to dream of a time
When a boy would find my wreath,
And take me as his wife.
Then there was you.
And the love I bore you,
It burned inside of me,
Consumed me, and I trembled.
It is a love that spans through
Millenniums,
Our names will be meaningless,
But they will say:
There was a girl once,
And she loved a boy,
And it ruined them.
We came into this world
Meant only for each other.
But the love I have for you,
It cannot save us.
I go to the river where you found me,
Me,
I love you, for all that I am,
I love you.
Forever yours,
Kostroma

— 

Love Letters: Kupalo and Kostroma [a.m.b.]

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