just a reminder that the idea of going to college/university has been normalised but it is in no way your only avenue. on top of that, if you don’t go to university, that doesn’t make you dumb, or worthless. you don’t have to spend thousands of dollars on an education, that’s just the system trying to force you into a single path it has deemed the “correct” one
if you want to do a trade, go to a specialist school, you’re awesome. if you want to go to community college, you’re awesome. if you want to never go near a learning institution again, you’re awesome.
don’t let others make you think otherwise. your life is yours and you deserve to be happy
The fourteenth of February marks the day Stiles’ vocabulary vanished leaving just a single word to be uttered in response to Derek’s proposal:
Y E S!
However, the shocked filter doesn’t last long as a veritable torrent of, “Derek”, “I love you”, and praises in both English and Polish tumble from his lips.
“I can’t believe you did all this. And here I thought the only romantic bone in your body was mine.” Stiles’ salacious eyebrow waggling falters slightly at a firm, yet loving, swat to the ass by his chuckling fiancé.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Derek smirks, nosing his way down his jawline to his favorite spot on his neck just below his ear, eliciting a delicious shiver.
“Oh my god, that was terrible,” Stiles chokes on laugh. “Thank god you didn’t lead with that or I would have reconsidered my answer.”
Stiles let out a yelp as Derek nips at a tender spot.
Stiles tilted his head giving him more room to explore.
“Mmm. Yup. Truth is you had me at ‘This is private property.’ There were many very public things I wanted to do to said property.”
Derek eyes flash as he emits a playful growl as his hands slide down to grasp his ass and quickly hoist him up. Stiles’ legs automatically wrap around his hips as a surprised moan barely has time to escape; lips becoming entangled with his own. Blunt teeth gently nibble Stiles’ bottom lip, tongue soothing over the indentations, silently pleading for entrance; a satisfied rumble answers when it’s granted. Derek pulls back just enough to gaze into honeyed eyes filled with love and eternal mischief, slowly engulfed by blown pupils. His right hand cups his jaw, thumb gently traveling across the path of moles to plump, reddened lips.
“Feel like doing some trespassing tonight?”
Stiles tosses his head back, whole body shaking with laughter. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Derek grins brightly at that thought “Not having any second thoughts, are you?”
Stiles’ arms tighten around Derek’s neck, pulling him into passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless.
“Not on your life. I love you so much, Der.”
“Love you too, Stiles.”
The night was filled with saccharine whispers, breathless moans,
praises to deities that may not exist, content groans, laughter and love. Stiles may have trespassed all those years ago, but they have since established a home in each other.
100 lyric starters taken from ‘wild world’ by bastille. change pronouns/sentence structure if necessary!
❝ so, what would you little maniacs like to do first? ❞ ❝ what’s gunna be left of the world when you’re not in it? ❞ ❝ every minute and every hour i miss you more ❞ ❝ if you want to be a party animal you have to learn to live in the jungle ❞ ❝ stop worrying and go and get dressed ❞ ❝ you might have to excuse me, i’ve lost control of all of my senses ❞
❝ think about the power of your words ❞ ❝ oh my god, i can’t quite believe my ears ❞ ❝ you’re making me feel nervous ❞ ❝ i need to clear my head ❞ ❝ how can you think you’re serious? ❞ ❝ do you even know what year it is? ❞
AN ACT OF KINDNESS.
❝ kind of hoping this will turn me round ❞ ❝ and now it follows me every day ❞ ❝ i need to clear my head ❞ ❝ my back’s up against the wall ❞ ❝ i feel guilty ❞
❝ never good, just the bad and the ugly ❞ ❝ nothing quite like seeing the world through the tv’s window ❞ ❝ i can’t stop thinking about it ❞ ❝ tell me, did you see the news tonight? ❞ ❝ hold me in this wild, wild world ❞
❝ did you ever feel like they were ringing true? ❞ ❝ not everything had gone to plan ❞ ❝ we made the best of what we had, you know ❞ ❝ all their words were glory ❞ ❝ stop looking up for heaven ❞
In all the bookish photos we see, whether it’s here on Tumblr or on other platforms, all the books are in pristine condition. Sure, it’s lovely to see them like that :) But what about the books that have had accidents happen to them? That show signs of wear and tear, signs of being read over and over again, of being borrowed and loved by many people?
I see a lot of people getting so worked up over how others treat their books. “Oh my god, you dog ear your pages? You dropped your books or spilled something on them?? You cracked their spines??? You monster!” But the truth is that nobody has any right to judge anyone else over how they take care of their books. It makes me so sad that the book community sometimes clings to this shallowness and makes others believe that only people who have perfect looking books are true bookworms. Because it couldn’t be further from the truth. You are allowed to treat your books however way you want. Read and live the way you choose, not how other people tell you to :)
*featuring my copy of The Sky Is Everywhere, which has a corner that was chewed by my puppy * mug by the amazing @bookwormboutique (a gift from Luana @introvertedbookworm24, who is literally an angel, thank you so much <3 )