otp: love hate thing

Being forced to share a bed au's

(OTP that’s not yet together/haven’t acknowledged their feelings for each other)

- building a wall of pillows between them
- they still wake up tangled in each other anyway
- person A calms person B down when they wake up gasping
- person A soothing them by stroking their hair and forehead till they fall asleep in their arms
- person A keeps snoring and person B kicks them every time
- person A hogs all the covers and person B’s solution is to spoon them
- the two of them smelling of each other when they wake up
- the pair acting like the intimacy they shared at night never happened the next day

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10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU - Thiam Edition

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
(…)
I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie,
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call
but mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

                                  Movie : 10 things I hate about you

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The “me” couple are not really partners. They may love each other; they may be happy enough. But they don’t operate as effectively in love or work as the “we” couple. The “we” couples are unquestionably a team. You see it in their body language and especially in their speech. And when they have successes or problems they view it as something happening to both of them. 

inspired by @bringingthepretty

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Aesthetic: L Lawliet/Light Yagami

❝I think we were meant to be but we did it wrong.❞ [x]

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Read in 2016 » The Hating Game by Sally Thorne

     "The job is mine, Shortcake,” Joshua’s voice says.
     To stop myself from standing up and punching him in the gut I’m counting one, two, three, four …
     “Funny, that’s what Helene just told me.” I watch his backside walk away in the glossed surface of my desk, and vow that Joshua Templeman is going to lose the most important game we’ve ever played.

Happy birthday to the snapchat queen, a PS wizard and a great friend @cobaltcharlie ;*

Pride Moodboards 5/? - Lucas Sinclair/Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things)

Secret handshakes, working in tandem on science projects, memorizing ice cream orders, strategizing during hide and seek, quoting entire scenes of movies, talking back and forth on a bunk bed until 2 am, getting jealous for no reason, falling in love with your best friend without ever noticing

anonymous asked:

Jatim school teacher au?

Jason’s lunch is missing. He’s searched the freezer for five minutes and his pepperoni Hot Pockets are definitely gone. All he can find are BBQ Beef Hot Pockets, which- no. Jason’s not touching that, and not just because they don’t belong to him.

He slams the freezer door shut. “What the hell!”

“What’s up,” Dick asks, sitting at the table in the corner of the staff room, grading papers and drinking a can of soup. He didn’t even heat it up. Gross.

“Someone stole my lunch!”

Dick makes a noise that’s probably supposed to be sympathetic, but instead comes out as totally uninterested. He marks a grade at the top in pink ink and flips to the next. “What was it?”

“Hot Pockets.”

“Jay, again?”

“I like them, okay, and they’re easy to eat one handed- practically made for it- so shut up.”

Dick hums. He knocks back the rest of his soup.

“What,” Jason sighs.

“Well, you told me to shut up, so…”

“Tell me what you know, Dick.”

“I can’t say for sure,” Dick says, tossing the can into the trash and gathering his stack of papers, “but I think I saw Tim eating a Hot Pocket.”

“Tim?”

“The new science teacher, Tim Drake. He’s subbing for Steph while she’s on maternity leave.”

“Tim Drake, huh? Well look out, Tim Drake, because I’m coming for you,” Jason vows, heading for the door and ignoring Dick’s muttered, “So fucking dramatic.”

~

“You!”

Tim glances up from the homework assignments littering his desk. There’s a man in his doorway, scowling and pointing at him like a soap opera star.

“Me?” Tim asks around a mouthful of food.

The man stalks into the classroom. “You ate my lunch!”

“I don’t think so…” Tim says. He swallows.

“Then what is that you’re holding?”

“Half a Hot Pocket.”

“Aha!” he cries. “My Hot Pocket.”

“How do you know it’s yours?”

“Because I put a box of pepperoni Hot Pockets in the freezer this morning and it was gone when I checked just a minute ago and now you’re eating one, you food thief.”

Tim frowns. “Hold on, I brought Hot Pockets for lunch too.”

“What flavor?”

“BBQ Bee- Oh.” Tim looks at the pepperoni and cheese falling from the open end of his Hot Pocket. “This isn’t mine.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Shit, I’m sorry. Um, hey, you can have mine if you want?”

The man’s face twists unpleasantly. “You think I want that shit? No way.”

“Okay… Well I’ll pay you back.”

“Damn right you will, but that doesn’t really help me today, does it. There’s only fifteen minutes left for lunch.”

“What do you want from me,” Tim growls, because he’s sorry but he doesn’t like people barging into his classroom on his lunch break, yelling at him and then insulting his BBQ Beef Hot Pockets.

The man braces his hand on Tim’s desk. “I want you go to the vending machine- the nice one in Principal Wayne’s office- and buy me some lunch. You can bring it by my classroom, room 252.”

Then, with one last angry look, the man whirls around and leaves.

Tim leans back in his chair. Finishes the rest of the Hot Pocket.

He grabs his wallet and heads for the principal’s office, a grin on his face.

~

There’s four minutes left until the bell rings and the kids come flooding back to their desks. Jason taps his fingers impatiently. The new guy is cutting it close.

Just when Jason is about to go find him, in walks the asshole, arms full. He comes up to Jason’s desk and drops his load.

About twenty bags of BBQ chips.

“There you go,” Tim says, grinning. “That more than makes up for the Hot Pockets. About six dollars more, actually. So it seems as though you owe me now.”

Then he winks and saunters out of Jason’s classroom.

A few minutes later Jason is still seething as the kids run in.

“Wow, you must really like BBQ, Mr. Todd!”

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You just don’t know you know it.