history of the entire world, I guess starters (pt 1)
  • ❛  You’re on a rock floating in space.  ❜
  • ❛  Pretty cool, huh ?  ❜
  • ❛  Some of it’s water. fuck it, actually, most of it’s water.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t even get from here to there without buying a boat.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s sad. I’m sad. I miss you.  ❜
  • ❛  How did this happen ?  ❜
  • ❛  A long time ago - actually, never. and also now.  ❜
  • ❛  Nothing is no where.  ❜
  • ❛  Makes sense, right ?  ❜
  • ❛  Like I said, it didn’t happen.  ❜
  • ❛  Nothing was never anywhere, that’s why it’s been everywhere.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s been so everywhere you don’t even need a where. You don’t even need a when.  ❜
  • ❛  That’s how ‘every’ it gets.  ❜
  • ❛  Forget this.  ❜
  • ❛  I wanna be something, go somewhere, do something.  ❜
  • ❛  I want things to change !  ❜
  • ❛  I want to invent time and space.  ❜
  • ❛  I know it’s possible because everything is here.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s probably already happened.  ❜
  • ❛  I just don’t know when to start.  ❜
  • ❛  And that’s exactly where it started.  ❜
  • ❛  Woah, I paused it.  ❜
  • ❛  I think there’s a universe now.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s it made of ?  ❜
  • ❛  Ah, that’s a thing. In a place.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t like it ? Try a new place at a different time.  ❜
  • ❛  Some of them even doubled up.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s a star !  ❜
  • ❛  New shit just got made.  ❜
  • ❛  Some stars burn out and die, bigger stars burn out and die with PASSION !  ❜
  • ❛  Holy shit we just got hit with another ball of flaming rocks.  ❜
  • ❛  It kinda made a mess.  ❜
  • ❛  Weather update: it’s raining rocks from outer space.  ❜
  • ❛  Now there’s hot steam in the sky.  ❜
  • ❛  Weather update: cooler temperatures today and the floor is no longer lava.  ❜
  • ❛  Weather update: it’s raining.  ❜
  • ❛  Severe flooding alert ! the entire world is now an ocean.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s life in the ocean.  ❜
  • ❛  Something’s alive in the ocean !  ❜
  • ❛  oh, cool, like a plant or an animal ?  ❜
  • ❛  It lives at the bottom of the ocean and eats chemical soup.  ❜
  • ❛  Oh, yeah, and it can do that.  ❜
  • ❛  It has secret instructions inside itself telling itself how to build another one of itself.  ❜
  • ❛  Tired of living at the bottom of the ocean ?  ❜
  • ❛  Now you can eat sunlight !  ❜
  • ❛  Using a revolutionary technique you can convert sunlight into food.  ❜
  • ❛  Taste the Sun !  ❜
  • ❛  Side affect: now there’s oxygen everywhere and the sky’s blue.  ❜
  • ❛  Wow that’s animals and stuff.  ❜
  • ❛  Hey can we go on land ?  ❜
  • ❛  The sun is a deadly lazer.  ❜
  • ❛  Nope ! Can’t walk yet.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s no food yet so I don’t care.  ❜
  • ❛  Learn to use an egg.  ❜
  • ❛  I was already doing that.  ❜
  • ❛  And now everything’s huge.  ❜
  • ❛  oh fuck, now everything’s dead.  ❜
  • ❛  Here are the survivors. Keep your eyes on this one.  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, it broke apart, don’t worry about it. It does that all the time.  ❜
  • ❛  and the dinosaurs are gone.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s mammal time, here come the mammals !  ❜
  • ❛  Look at those breasts !  ❜
  • ❛  Now they’re gonna dominate the world.  ❜
  • ❛  One of them just learned how to grab stuff.  ❜
  • ❛  That’s a human person !  ❜
  • ❛  And now they’re everywhere.  ❜
  • ❛  Well I guess we’re stuck here now.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s review: there’s people on the planet and they’re chasing their food.  ❜
  • ❛  Fuck it. Time to plant some grass.  ❜
  • ❛  Look at this. I control the food now.  ❜
  • ❛  Now everyone will want to be my friend and live near me.  ❜
  • ❛  This is great ! I wonder if anyone else is doing this ?  ❜
  • ❛  Tired of using rocks for everything ? Use metal !  ❜
  • ❛  It’s underground.  ❜
  • ❛  Better farming was just invented in a sweet, dank valley right in between these two rivers.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess what happens next !  ❜
  • ❛  Coming soon to a dank river valley near you !  ❜
  • ❛  Meanwhile out in the middle of nowhere the horse is probably being tamed.  ❜
  • ❛  Why is all my metal so lame and lumpy ?  ❜
  • ❛  Tired of using lame, sad metal ?  ❜
  • ❛  I don’t know, my dealer won’t tell me where he gets it.  ❜
  • ❛  Meanwhile, out in the middle of no where they figured out how to put wheels on a horse.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we’re getting somewhere.  ❜
  • ❛  You could make a religion out of this.  ❜
  • ❛  And they believe in god.  ❜
  • ❛  He’s got, like, a ten step program.  ❜
  • ❛  Wow, that’s big.  ❜
  • ❛  Ah, the Buddha was just enlightened.  ❜
  • ❛  This guy who sat under a tree for so long he figured out how to ignore the fact that we’re all dying.  ❜
  • ❛  He was great, and now he’s dead.  ❜
  • ❛  Get the hell out of here.  ❜
  • ❛  Will you get the hell out of here if I give you five hundred elephants ?  ❜
  • ❛  And they’ve got spices !  ❜
  • ❛  Fuck you, obey the law.  ❜
  • ❛  Then it broke again.  ❜
  • ❛  Hell yeah ! Now we got business.  ❜
  • ❛  Is loving Jesus legal yet ?  ❜
  • ❛  No … actually, ok, sure.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t worry about Rome, it won’t fall.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s a barbarian ?  ❜
  • ❛  Here’s a huge city, population: everyone.  ❜
  • ❛  Your gods are all fake.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone got so mad at him that he had to leave town and go to a different town.  ❜
  • ❛  The Roman Empire is long gone but somehow the Pope is still the Pope.  ❜
  • ❛  Someone owns that now.  ❜
Kalopsia (M)

» the belief that things appear more beautiful than they are.

Summary: Jungkook’s a photographer who has a knack for finding the beauty in the simple things.
Word Count: 10,623
Genre: Photographer!Jungkook + angst/smut/fluff 
Warnings: Mentions of death 
A/N: Based on this song. This is incredibly long, and I’m sorry.

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Originally posted by dazzlingkai

~ EXO!Gangsters/Mafia

~ Kai x (she)reader

~ Inspired by the Lotto mv

~ Idk really know what this is, it’s been in my drafts for agessss so I decided to finish it. Hope you enjoy xx

The place was buzzing with activity. Humongous golden chandeliers descended from the high ceiling, men dressed in nior suits throwing plastic chips towards the centre of their circular tables, women sporting fabulous gowns holding carbonated drinks while chatting to each other. This is the first time she had ever been to a casino. “Hopefully the last as well…” She thought.

She was waiting for a friend who said they would be here at nine. She glanced at her watch, 10:38 it read. She huffed out in annoyance. This wasn’t the first time she’s been stood up or forgotten about.

She quickly gathered her belongings from the chair beside her and made her way to the bar. A ray of different liquors and spirits were displayed in front of her.

“What do you want sweetie?” The bar man asked, while cleaning a wine glass.

“Surprise me.” She said. It’s a Saturday night and she came out to have fun, she’ll just have to do it alone. The bar man smirked; turned to the range of beverages behind him and started his work. She perched herself on to the bar stool and looked at her surroundings.

The club was placed at the edge of town, when her friend gave her the address, she had never heard of it before, despite living here for what feels like years. Due to her lack of knowledge she didn’t expect to see the room heaving with population. Everyone was minding their own business, expect one person…

She felt his eyes on her for however long she had been there. He was located at the centre of the room on a raised platform, sat around a poker table with eight other men. Their eyes were all focused onto the cards, his wasn’t. He slowly stood up from his seat and made his way down the steps towards his interest.

As he passed through the crowd they parted into two to let him through. It was like something out of a movie, everyone turned their gaze away from him, but she couldn’t move. The way he approached her was mesmerising, his eyes and her own were transfixed on one another. His tight black bespoke suit hugging his figure and showing off every feature in his strut. His chocolate brown hair swooped up revealing a picture-perfect face. Cat like eyes, pouty kissable lips, glowing golden skin. Her breath was getting shorter by each step. 3…2…1…

“Hello,” He spoke in a soft tone, she could hardly hear him due to the loud jazz music in the background, but all her focus was on him… and only him.

“Hey,” She whispered. He licked his lips.

“I couldn’t help but notice you,” he looked down at his feet shyly “you’ve been alone all night, I thought you would need some company.”

She didn’t know how to respond, she was so fixated by his beauty. He chuckled at her lack of response.

He gently stepped forward so he was placed between her legs, he brushed a strand of hair falling loosely down her face, that she didn’t even know was there, and tucked it behind her ear. She knew this was weird to feel like way about someone she had just met, a complete stranger was towered before her but she didn’t care.

He brought his lips close to her ear, she could feel his breath against them.

“Come with me baby.” He whispered, his hands placed onto her hips.

“I don’t know who you are.”

He lifted his head so he was opposite her face, he looked deeply into her eyes.
“A girl like you shouldn’t be alone in a place like this,” he motioned to the surroundings “It’s dangerous around here, the people are dangerous.”

A puzzled look appeared on her face, “Dangerous?”

He smiled sweetly and let out a small snicker. “You’ve got a lot to learn.”

More confusion followed. Yes, she know didn’t that this placed existed but dangerous?? Her town was peaceful and quaint, danger wasn’t apparent in these areas… or so she thought…

“I can protect you.” He offered his hand for her to hold, an invitation… with no way out.

In this moment, she felt her entire life rush over her, this gorgeous man whom she had never seen before is standing before her, her friends, her family, her past… her future.

Something came over her, it was an automatic impulse. She took his hand. He leant forward a softly kissed her forehead, nose, and cheek.

“Good girl.”

“I’m Kim Jongin,” He said with a smile “and this is my world.”


I feel so proud of my country, so proud of my people. The great majority of the population is helping, everyone is either on social media or donating or physically there rescuing survivals. In the last week I’ve seen the kindness and strength of the Mexicans and I am so moved.
We’ve been hit and hurt but we’re not broken. We stay strong among ourselves. We are here for eachother. And I am so, so grateful that this is the true nature of our people.

I once saw a high school teacher lead a simple, powerful exercise to teach his class about privilege and social mobility. He started by giving each student a scrap piece of paper and asked them to crumple it up.

Then he moved the recycling bin to the front of the room.

He said, “The game is simple — you all represent the country’s population. And everyone in the country has a chance to become wealthy and move into the upper class.”

“To move into the upper class, all you must do is throw your wadded-up paper into the bin while sitting in your seat.”

The students in the back of the room immediately piped up, “This is unfair!” They could see the rows of students in front of them had a much better chance.

Everyone took their shots, and — as expected — most of the students in the front made it (but not all) and only a few students in the back of the room made it.

He concluded by saying, “The closer you were to the recycling bin, the better your odds. This is what privilege looks like. Did you notice how the only ones who complained about fairness were in the back of the room?”

“By contrast, people in the front of the room were less likely to be aware of the privilege they were born into. All they can see is 10 feet between them and their goal.”

“Your job — as students who are receiving an education — is to be aware of your privilege. And use this particular privilege called "education” to do your best to achieve great things, all the while advocating for those in the rows behind you.“

evergloriousoverlord  asked:

So, about medieval warfare and magic. You said you had a lot to say about integrating magic to a medieval worlds and militaries.

Yes, I do. It’s one of the more irritating things I see in traditional high fantasy.  The people of the world don’t take into account the magic that exists in their world. If magic can be learned, it will become a part of the power structure of the world, finding uses in everything from war to statecraft to even the smallest aspects of life. When medieval armies act in the same fashion as their historical counterparts, without incorporating the differences, it’s a huge red flag that the worldbuilding was not done to my satisfaction, and, even if I elect to continue reading, I’m going to spend all my time picking out the logical errors and complaining rather than enjoying the novel.

So, with that being said, how can a writer include magic into their world in a wholly organic fashion? This requires thinking long and hard about what magic is in your universe, how it works (and how it doesn’t), what it can do, and how common it is. I’ll preface this by saying that these are simply my opinions and things I find appealing in a good setting. You may not like them, and you may even think the things I’m complaining about are things that you enjoy. That’s fine.

Anyway, let’s go examine what we need to do, and provide some examples, so your worlds can be as seamless as possible.

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Kings & Queens {Ch 4}

Summary: Six students, from six different cliques, are trapped in the same room  for Saturday detention. They cannot stand one another, but find that they are not all that different. Inspired by The Breakfast Club (1985), characters from Sarah J Maas’ Throne of Glass series.

Author’s Note: Decided to post early, since I finished it! It’s official. I like writing from Rowan’s POV the best….I hope you all like where this is going. Let me know what you think!

Two years ago, the summer before Sophomore year…

“Hello.”  I had been staring at her from my table for the last hour, and I finally managed to gain enough control of my thoughts to approach her.

She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with beauty and mischief. “Hi.”

“I’m Rowan,” I stuck out my hand, and she narrowed her eyes at it before she grasped it, as if she were deciding if I was worthy.

Apparently, I was.

“Aelin,” she smiled, and her smile made me breathless. “Junior?”

“Sophomore,” I pointed to my badge the orientation leader had gifted me with. “Unfortunately.”

I had gotten held back a year, but I decided to leave that part out.

“Unfortunately?” she smirked, and I felt something in my stomach that I hadn’t for a long time. “But, I’m going to be a sophomore, too. Most people would consider you lucky, Rowan….”

I cleared my throat. “Whitethorn.”

“Whitethorn,” she finished. “Aelin Galathynius. I think you and I will get along nicely.”

And we did.

Until we didn’t.


9:05 a.m.

I hadn’t moved since I’d gotten there. It was all a misunderstanding, anyway, why I was sent to that hellhole in the first place. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, she showed up.

I wasn’t stupid, and I wasn’t blind. I saw the way her turquoise eyes widened when she noticed me coming down the hallway every now and again at school, how she turned around and walked the other direction as if running into me was the last thing she wanted.

As if she couldn’t stand the thought of being near me.

Don’t worry, I wanted to call out to her, every damn day. I stopped trying to reach out to you a long time ago.

Over the course of my lifetime, I had become very good at hiding my emotions. By the time I had reached my senior year, I had gotten so good at hiding them, I barely felt anything anymore.

I caught her glancing at me from time to time, which pissed me off, because that meant I was glancing at her, too. I couldn’t help myself. She was just as beautiful then as she was years before, when we spent the summer together by the lake, taking long drives to nowhere in particular, taking walks through the woods, hand in hand. Years before, when we spent the summer together laughing until we cried at three a.m. alone, in my bed, when my parents were away on business.

Two years later, she was a stranger. I looked at her, and I saw the girl I knew, but she was wearing someone else’s skin. I knew she was in there, but she wouldn’t admit it to herself, she was too drunk on popularity, too drunk on being adored by the entire population of Havilliard High.

Everyone else had dispersed from their seats, while I had remained. Aelin had gone to the second floor, where she’d been leaning over the balcony for the last half hour or so. The girl who hides behind her hair had gone, too, and for some reason Ashryver had followed her, probably to harass her some more.

Turning in my chair, I froze. The nerd was still there, to the table to my right, reading his textbook with heavy concentration.

As if he felt me watching him, his breathing became heavier.

He probably listened to what everyone said about me in the hallways.

Bully. Asshole. Criminal.

“Dorian, right?” I asked, and he nodded, his dark brown bangs falling in front of his eyes. “Sophomore?”

He blinked. “Senior, actually. We, uh, we have British lit together.”

I instantly felt a pang of guilt for not noticing him in class, but that was not surprising for big, bad Rowan Whitethorn. So, I gave him a short nod and turned back to my own fiddling thumbs.

“What’s your tattoo of?”

Raising an eyebrow, I glanced back his direction. “What?”

His hands began shaking, but his voice remained even. “Your tattoo. I’ve always been fascinated with them. I was just curious if, well, if it had any sort of significance or if it’s just a piece of art.”

I looked up, quickly, too see if Aelin was watching the interaction, but she was no longer there. Turning back to Dorian, I shrugged. “Can’t art be significant?”

His sapphire eyes widened. “Oh, of course. I didn’t mean to disrespect-“

“Don’t worry, it was a good question,” I interrupted him, then shot to my feet as his eyes grew even wider.

Ignoring the fact that I didn’t actually give him an answer, didn’t want to, I hastily strode to the bathroom.

It was empty, thankfully, and I was quick to lock the door behind me. I looked in the mirror, and saw the same stranger I usually found staring back at me. He was wearing a baggy, gray sweatshirt and tight, black jeans tucked into thick doc martens.

Two years ago, I wouldn’t have been seen wearing anything but gym shorts or sweat pants and my old lacrosse hoodie. Two years ago, I would have still had hair down to my shoulders. Not anymore.

My cropped, silver locks barely reached my green eyes. She loved your eyes.

Shaking off the thought, I yanked down my hood and turned on the faucet. Not bothering to roll up my sleeves, I leaned my face down and splashed frigid water onto my skin.

I think you and I will get along nicely.

The first conversation we ever had. The first time since Lyria died that I actually enjoyed talking to another human being, the first time since Lyria that I actually wanted more. The moment that I saw Aelin Galathynius, and I knew I didn’t want to live this life without her in it. The moment I knew she was something special. The moment I knew she was different. 

Same time tomorrow? There’s a place I want to show you.

The end of the first day we spent together, lounging by the lake, while I listened to her sing along to every song that came on the radio, obnoxiously loud. The night before she took me into the woods, to her favorite spot by the stream, where we took off our shoes, and rolled up our pants and walked together through the shin-deep water. The night I realized I could live purely off the sound of her laughter.

Lyria? She sounds beautiful. I lost someone, too. Sam. And I loved him.

Three a.m. and one too many sips of wine from a single red solo cup. We talked about life, and loss, and love. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to stay there, lying on top of the sheets, her head lying innocently on my chest. I can still hear the slight slur in her voice, can still taste the strawberry wine. I wanted to kiss her. I should have kissed her.

You love me? How could you love someone like me?

The night I spilled my heart out to her. The night she pressed her lips against mine, and I was completely undone, my insides unraveled and bare on the carpet of her bedroom. The night before classes began. The night before everything changed.

How could you love someone like me?

Because you are kind, I said back to her, cradling her face in my hands, brushing away the tears that fell from her insecurities. Because you make me feel like I am not alone. Because you are beautiful, and only good. You give me peace in this cruel, merciless world.

I let the water fall into my sweatshirt, allowed the fabric to soak it up before I removed the rest with my sleeve. My eyes drifted to my reflection, where my tattoo peeked out of my collar. The tattoo of Lyria, of our short love that I would never forget. The tattoo of my parents, for they were taken from the world too soon.

I should have added Aelin to the list.

I had lost her, too, after all.

Aedion was sitting in my chair when I returned, and I halted as I noticed him fiddling with the strap of my backpack. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Dorian’s face paled as his eyes drifted between the two of us. 

“I have been watching you,” he replied, a hideous, amused grin plastered to his pretty-boy face. “I have been watching you, watching her.”

“That’s creepy,” the dark-haired girl mumbled from behind me. I hadn’t even realized she was there.

“Always with the compliments, Lysandra,” Aedion drawled. 


She rolled her eyes and took her seat, the scent of tobacco filling the air around her.

“Move,” I demanded, taking a step forward.

“Let’s just-” Dorian began, but Aedion cut him off.

“Something happened between you and Aelin,” he whispered, his eyes lit with curiosity. “I want to know what it is.”

“Aren’t you two close?” I shot back. “The jock and the prom queen? What makes you think she ever wanted anything to do with me?”

He assessed me, making me feel vulnerable. I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t want to talk about her.


My temper had risen, and I was done listening. My hand found the collar of his shirt, and I yanked him forward, onto the ground. As I stood above him, he laughed.

The criminal versus the star quarterback. People would have paid good money to see that.

But, nothing happened.

Nothing happened, because Aelin rushed in, and took Aedion’s hand, and helped him off the ground. Nothing happened, because Aelin looked at me, truly looked at me, for the first time in years. She held my eyes, and for a second there was nothing but longing, and then, there was nothing but hate. 

I didn’t move, I didn’t breathe, until they walked away, until they disappeared between the pillars of books.

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              “history of the entire world, i guess” Starters

this is based on this video, i’m sure this might have been done but i wanted to jump on it to be honest! 

  • “hi, you’re on a rock floating in space. pretty cool, huh?”
  • “i can’t even get from here to there without buying a boat.”
  • “it’s sad. i’m sad. i miss you.”
  • “nothing is nowhere. when? never.”
  • “like i said, it didn’t happen.”
  • “nothing was ever anywhere, that’s why it’s been everywhere.”
  • “forget this, i wanna be something, go somewhere, do something.”
  • “i want to invent time and space.”
  • “i think there’s a universe now. what’s it made of?”
  • “ah that’s a thing, in a place. don’t like it? try a new place.”
  • “try to stick together, because the world’s going to get bigger. and emptier.”
  • “congratulations! the world is now a bunch of gas in space.”
  • “holy shit we just got hit with another ball of flaming rocks.”
  • “weather update. it’s raining.”
  • “something’s alive in the ocean.”
  • “now you can eat sunlight!”
  • “taste the sun!!”
  • “hey can we go on land?”
  • “the sun is a deadly laser”
  • “and there’s no food yet so i don’t care”
  • “learn to use an egg.”
  • “works for me”
  • “aaaaand now everything’s huge”
  • “wanna see a map of the land.”
  • “aw, fuck, now everything’s dead.”
  • “it’s mammal time.”
  • “look at those breasts.”
  • “what? you can walk over here? cool.”
  • “well i guess we’re stuck here now.”
  • “look at this, i control the food now!”
  • “coming soon to a dank river valley near you.”
  • “why is all my metal so sad and lumpy?”
  • “you could make a religion out of this.”
  • “it’s a great idea, he was great. and now he’s dead.”
  • “hell yeah! now we got business!”
  • “oh and here’s a huge city. population, everyone.”
  • “but at least the italians got some sweet trade deals.”
  • “i always wondered how to build a town in a cliff.”
  • “wow, that guy’s rich.”
  • “that’s bullshit, this whole thing is bullshit, that’s a scam, fuck the church.”
  • “here’s 95 reasons why.”
  • “you could make a reli- no don’t”
  • “well blame something on them and go to war.”
  • “now we’re in business.”
  • “look at those guns.”
  • “it’s gonna be a great war. so great we won’t need a second one.”
  • “hello? yes, it’s the 1920′s calling.”
  • “wow that worked?”
  • “fight! wait no that would be the end of the world.”
  • “suprise! flying robots, with bombs.”
  • “wanna print a brain?”
  • “by the way, where the hell are we?”
Moving Forward//Spencer ReidxReader

Can you write one where it’s Reid x reader, and the reader confesses her feelings for him, he denies her, and when she finally moves on he realizes he regrets letting her go?? It would make my world!!!

A/N: This is a one shot and you might hate it, so come tell me about it!

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“Oh my gosh, just tell him already! How could he not like you, you are sweet angel princess made with spice and everything nice!” You watched as Penelope caught her breathe after blabbering out her sentence. “Morgan, your turn.” You said turning around in the office chair. 

“What is there to lose, just say it, get it over with.” Morgan said before taking a sip of his coffee. Ah yes, the most debated topic now-a-days was wether or not you should tell Spencer Reid about how you felt. Of course you wanted too, you almost had several times actually but when you got down to it you just couldn’t get the words out. 

After a lot of thinking, which involved several bottles of wine at the last girls night with JJ and Penelope you had come to the decision to just tell him. I mean what was the worse that could happen? So here you were once again trying to gather up the courage to finally get it over with. 

“So today is the day then, today is the day I finally tell Spencer Reid I like him” you said confidently watching Penelope’s huge beaming smile and Derek’s devilish grin. 

That same sentence kept on running through your head all day. Today was the day, no backing down. Getting a moment alone with Spencer felt a whole lot harder today than usual. As the day was coming to an end you felt as if you’d never get the chance to talk to him. But just as the elevator door we’re about to close Spencer snuck in last minute. 

“Oh hey,” and just like that you suddenly felt that spark of energy again. ‘Today is the day’ you thought to your self. The short elevator ride was filled with lots of small talk, Spencer volunteered to walk you to your car after rambling over the amount of woman who get kidnapped or attacked every year when walking to their cars. 

But you really didn’t mind, your smile grew as you continued to listen to every new piece of information he continued to ramble on about. Seriously was there something you didn’t like about him? Nope, not a damn thing. 

As you both continued to walk at the same slow pace, it felt like the time to say something. There was currently an endless pep talk going on your head, filled with cliche sayings and phrases that were meant to motivate you. The closer you got to your car the more your heart began to race, you had say something, seriously what was the worse thing that could happen? 

With Penelope encouraging words, and Derek’s very firm advice you decided to just go for it. “Hey Spence,” quickly Spencer paused to look at you waiting for the next thing you we’re going to say. After a long paused Spencer finally said, “Y/N were you going to say something?” 

‘YES!’ Was what you were screaming in your head, “Uh yeah, actually I was going to say that I umm really like you….” you watched closely for his expressions trying to get some kind of hints as to what was going on in his head. But there was nothing.

“Like as more than just a friend” Once you said his face completely changed. It was once he let a sigh out and just stayed quiet that you realized what was coming. 

“Y/N, you’re a really great friend. But I don’t feel quiet the same way.” 

And just like that all of those peppy catch phrases you we’re repeating in your head we’re suddenly gone. The nervous knots in your stomach was replaced by an anxious twisting and turning. And your quick heart beat was replaced just by a very deep distinct ache. 

But instead of showing every single emotion that was currently going through your body, you simply smiled and added, “We are really great friends.” 

Which was true, Spencer was an amazing friend, but it didn’t change the fact that you loved everything else about him, everything. 

Then there was yet another awkward pause and you found it hard to think of what to even say next. “Well I should probably head home I told Penelope I would go over and help her bake cupcakes, and watch some show about kittens, so its going to be a super wild night” 

And so for the first time you were the one rambling about none sense that you had made up on the spot, “Sounds fun, I’ll see you tomorrow” Spencer said with a smile as he waved goodbye. But instead on driving off right after getting in your car you said there for a second trying to figure out a way to not cry. 

Without even calling you ended up infant of Penelope’s apartment door, hesitantly you knocked twice and waited for a response. 

“Oh no” was all Penelope said when she opened the door and looked at your puffy red eyes and pink nose. 

That night Penelope did was she does best, she sat down and listened to you talk and reassured you of just how amazing you are. Started a list of all the pros, none of the cons. Then made another list of all the happy things that could make you smile. 

But even the night didn’t prepare you for the next couple of weeks, having to walk in and look at Spencer and know that your feelings weren’t going anywhere because you were the only one who had them. 

A couple of weeks had gone by and you were still miserable, and moping around everywhere you went, and everyone on the team noticed in their own ways.  

Even though you didn’t notice it you were doing everything you could to be as far as possible from Spencer, avoiding everything and anything that had to do with him. It felt easier than being around him, or having his name be constantly brought up. 

That included sitting away from him on office days, your desk were literally right infant of each other. Now you spent of your office time in everyone else office, especially Garcia’s. 

“We need to talk” you heard Derek’s deep voice and the door click behind him, you turned around to see JJ with him. “This is sort of an intervention” Penelope said with a huge smile on her face. 

“Is this about me taking over your office?” You looked at her puzzled. 

Penelope was sweet about you always working there, you didn’t mess with her computers and were pretty tidy, but this wasn’t about sharing an office this was about why you didn’t want to be at your own desk. 

“Nope, this is about Spencer…” JJ said in her sweet voice, “I know it sucks that things didn’t work and he doesn’t feel the same, but you shouldn’t be hiding in Garcia’s office.” 

“We are just here to tell you that it’s okay if your feelings were hurt but it’s time to move on, pretty boy maybe a genius but he ins’t very smart if he can’t figure out what a catch you are” Derek was like the big brother you’d never had with his constant reassuring pep talks. 

“So yeah we know it sucks but just be positive and focus on your self, do things that you will love and I promise it’ll all be alright…” 

So after that day you took everyone’s advice, and focused on your self. Everyday got a little bit easier, a little bit happier, and a lot more fun. You spent lots of time reading, writing, visiting museums and art shows, movies, discovered cute coffee shops and had plenty of girls nights. 

After wrapping everything up in the office you we’re ready to head home, “I am so excited to go on this vacation!” You said to Penelope who was waiting for you by the door! “I am going to miss you so much, just remember there are still plenty of serial killers in Florida we may call you in” Derek said to you all got into the elevator. 

“Yes, turns out 778 people have been killed in Florida by a serial killer since 1900. Which works out to 9.92 serial killings per 1 million people. Nevada and Alaska were the only states with higher rates based on population” Everyone looked at read he continued to spill facts about Florida. 

Everyone said their goodbyes to you at the elevator and went their ways, and like good old days Spencer walked with you to your car. He continued to ramble for what felt longer than usual, perhaps he didn’t know how to say goodbye like the other or just didn’t feel comfortable. 

“Hey Y/N…” you heard him say mid-sentence. After a long silent pause Spencer looked like his mind was somewhere else, his cheeks began to blush and you finally asked, “Spencer you we’re going to say something…” 

“Yes, I wanted to say that, I really like you, a lot….” 

“Well yeah we’re good friends” you said thinking nothing else of his comment. 

“No, I mean like I really like you… like as more than a friend” The situation felt like deja vu, it had happened before just not quiet like this. Suddenly you realized there was nothing there, you actually didn’t feel the same. Now you just felt bad to be hurting someone’s feelings just the way yours had been hurt. 

“Spence, I think we’re just really better off as friends, I don’t feel the same way I did anymore.” You watched the disappointment sink into his face and you remembered just what it felt like to hear those words. 

“We are really great friends” was the only thing Spencer could think to say before walking away. 

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Is This What You Wanted Part 5

Pairings: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption 

Word Count: 728

Request: Tony stark x reader? One where they’ve been dating for a while but he gets stand offish putting his walls up so she confronts him.. he tells her he’s afraid to love again because he doesn’t want his heart broken cause of everything he’s been through. She promises she’s not going anywhere and she asks him to marry her.

Summary: Tony all of a sudden starts distancing himself from you and your relationship, leaving you to wonder what it is you did.

A/N: Done, the last part to this little saga !!Thanks so much for the request Sweetheart, I hope this is what you wanted because I had a real blast writing this story !! xx


Six months later…

Tony’s birthday party was in full swing, the tower seemingly filled with the entire population of New York, everyone drinking, dancing and having a good time. I was sitting at the bar, swirling around the vodka lemonade in my glass while repeatedly checking the time on my phone. To say I was nervous would have been an understatement, I’d never felt more truly terrified than I did right now.

“How you holding up?” Tash asked as she took a seat on the stool besides me. “It’s almost time.”
“I don’t think I can do this,” I stammered out, downing the rest of my drink in two large mouthfuls. “What if he says no?”
“He isn’t going to say no, just take a deep breath and stop over thinking about this.”
“You’re right, I need to just get it over with.”

Standing up I smoothed out my dress, giving Natasha and expectant look.
“Maybe try a smile?” She chuckled, standing up to give me a quick hug. “Go get him tiger.”
I took a deep breath, forcing a smile onto my face as I turned to look for Tony through the throng of people grinding up against one another on the dance floor. He wasn’t hard to spot, he liked being the center of attention, especially at his own party.

Ignoring the way my stomach rolled uncomfortably I walked towards him, trying desperately to keep my expression in check as my heart thudded rapidly inside my chest. This was easily the scariest thing I had ever done in my entire life and there was a part of me that wanted to just forget the whole thing, maybe leave the party and hide under my duvet; but the other part wanted this.

As I got closer Clint tapped Tony on the shoulder, pointing over at me while saying something that I couldn’t quite hear. My expression must not have been as neutral as I hoped because Tony looked up straight away, a frown replacing the wide grin he’d been wearing just before. Handing off his scotch glass to Bruce he moved towards me, cupping my cheeks with his hands.
“Everything alright?” He asked, leaning forward so I had a better chance at hearing him.
“Yeah…yes, everything is fine,” I replied. “Can we talk somewhere quieter maybe?”

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States/Parts of the US as quotes from “history of the entire world, i guess”

Alaska, Northern US: “And then the Earth might have been a snowball for a while. Maybe even a couple of times”

Texas: “wow that’s. big” 

Pacific Northwest: “weather update: it’s raining.” 

Hawaii: “volcano alert. ~that’s land!~”

Southwest (Arizona, Nevada, New Mexico…): “~the sun is a deadly lazer~” 

 Deep South: “aaaand now everything’s huge. Including bugs.”

 Midwest: “fuck it. Time to plant some grass”

 New York, California: “oh yeah and here’s a huge city, population: everyone”

 Utah: “wanna get enlightened in the middle of nowhere?”

Things I’ve learned from the mst3k stream:
-people are either very adamant about the mike vs Joel fight or straight up don’t care
-people either love the new season or couldn’t get past the first episode
-the people who did like the new season are also very concerned about the fate of Jonah (including me I fear what happened to him)
-people really, really, Really Love Crow
-the MST3k Love Theme (the ending theme) is relaxing to almost the entire population of mysties
-almost everyone has seen Manos the hands of fate, and those who have hate it on a level previously unknown to mankind

once again oversharing but on sunday we went grocery shopping at walmart at like 11 am which is like for some reason the time walmart is the most heavily populated, bc everyone in the world is like going grocery shopping after church or whatever. anyway neither courtney or i had slept in like 24 hours and my defenses were so down that like ten seconds after getting there i accidentally said at the fullest volume “i think i had a lesbian crush on dakota fanning as a child” and im just re-remembering this.

My Concepts for my Modern Olympian sets explained (part 1)


This is just my explanations for all my Modern Olympian Greek God aesthetics series. The concepts I had in mind while making it, and the story behind each one. If you haven’t seen it, the link is HERE

This is part one, there are too many to put all on one post, and I keep making more. So here are the first six concepts.


Cronus, Zeus’ father, used to be a corporate monster. In fact, he was greedy, and terrible, and wouldn’t even let his sons inherit the business. Zeus inherited nothing from him, essentially building himself from ground zero. He overthrew his father, becoming even more powerful and appraised by the nation. Zeus is now a powerhouse of a businessman, now grown to political power. He’s fair to the people, as well as making making more jobs and saving money for the middle class. He’s no saint though, he likes to spend tax payer’s money on things for himself and his family. Not to mention he’s a known playboy, and has openly slept with other women that have not been his wife. And has many bastards, some he knows about, and others he doesn’t. Opinions of Zeus among the citizens are conflicted; while many still support him, and others believe he is only a tamer version of his father.


Hera is a woman that you do not want to cross or upset. She’s a strong and independent woman who is married to someone that takes her for granted, or so some people say. Though Hera does not need Zeus’ money to be stable; she is the Editor and Chief of a bridal magazine, as well as owns her own bridal chain store that have many locations all over the nation. When you meet Hera, you know she can get any man she wants; she’s a gorgeous woman who demands your respect. However, unlike her husband, she values marriage above all things and endures Zeus’ scandals with grace… and a little bit of revenge. Hera is a strong maternal figure with her kids, putting them above everyone else, and would do anything to protect them and steer them in the right direction so they can become their best. However, as their kids could attest, but never out loud, they are more afraid of mommy than they are of daddy.


Poseidon has power on a different level. He has various hobbies, including surfing and building cars, but he does not lead a chill lifestyle. He conquers the urban beach cities with his MC (Motorcycle Club or rather Motorcycle Gang). He is a rather likeable man, but like the ocean he lives next to, Poseidon can be as unpredictable as he is deadly. Insult him, and you’ll be sleeping with the fishes. Literally. Poseidon has a colourful set of skin, littered with various oceanic tattoos, as well as slightly tanned from living on the beach. As the MC leader, he has branches all over the nation, all of which run garages and other establishments that he all owns. He makes quite a bit of cash for someone who looks like a beach bum. Like his brother, he has a young and beautiful wife, but has one too many concubines and bastard children spread around in the nation. Though his true love is his 67 Blue Mustang.


Living a simpler life than the others, Demeter took after her grandmother in way of life. She lives on a farm with acres of barley, and tends to everything mostly by herself. She also has an apple orchard, and during the fall, she grows pumpkins. Demeter loves to garden and getting her hands dirty; feeling her fingers push into the soil and feel the roots reminds her a lot of embracing her grandmother. It was mostly the smell of the earth. She had once lived with her darling daughter, Persephone, and life was so much brighter than. She would chase her little flower through the fields and together they would braid their hair and make crowns with wild flowers. They would play with the piglets in the mud and nurse then after a long day of playing. Though now her daughter is all grown up, she has her own life. And while Demeter does not approve of Persephone’s husband, she is content enough that she found someone she loves. Only now without her in the house, every season feels like winter. It’s only when she visits her that she feels as warm as spring.


A man that people seldom talk about in a conversation. Hades is a mob boss who has businesses in the underground of the nation. A filthy rich man who a lot of people owe money to. His debt collector? Charon. Everyone has to pay the ferryman eventually, and if they try to run, Hades has an arsenal of gangsters to find them. His prize hitman, Thanatos, and of course, his three faithful dobermans who are all too willing to rip a man’s throat if given the command. Despite being someone that many fear, Hades is a complex individual. On his exterior he comes off as foreboding, ominous and terrifying. Though who he is, is truly different. Hades is a romantic, and he is the most faithful out of his brothers. He would be too, because falling in love with Persephone was unexpected. She is so much younger than him, so full of life that he is drawn to her like a moth to a flame. In Persephone, he sees what he lacks, and is devoted to his queen, because her love balances his life, which has always been full of death.


Hestia, like her sister Demeter, lives a modest life as well. Hestia is incapable of having children, but her heart is always in her home and with family. She holds many jobs, all of which she loves, because it allows her to be closer to people. As a kindergarten teacher, she is able to be with children, since she cannot have them herself. She even calls them “her kids”, since every year she grows to love each young heart that she has the honour of teaching and knowing. Hestia is also a realtor, which is one of her passions. To find the perfect home for a family brings her much joy. She also loves to home decorate, and provide DIY decorations for people on her etsy. Hestia lives in a peaceful suburban town with a low population, where everyone knows everyone. The winters are strong and long, but with a burning fireplace, and a hot cup of cocoa with marshmallows, Hestia never feels cold in her beautiful forest home. Her walls are covered with pictures of her sisters and brothers, and her nieces and nephews, and friends she had made over the year, as well as school photos with her kids at work. 

I’ll post part two in a couple of days! (Next six is Dionysus, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, and Ares)

Star Wars summarized by "history of the entire world, i guess"
  • Phantom Menace: something's alive in the ocean
  • *sees Anakin* that's a human person!
  • *sees Coruscant* oh, and here's a huge city, population = everyone.
  • guess what happens next?
  • business, money, writing, laws, power,
  • Society
  • Attack of the Clones: let's divide up the lands so we're both happy. SIKE! they both get angrier!
  • The Clone Wars: crusade!
  • Revenge of the Sith: volcano alert.
  • the Sith just invaded most of the universe. nice going, Sheev! i bet that will last a long time.
  • oh, fuck, now everything's dead.
  • just kidding, here are the survivors. *shows Luke, Leia, Obi-Wan, Yoda, Vader, Palpatine* keep your eye on this one *Luke*, because it's about to become
  • *A JEDI*
  • Rebels: *Lothal* is starting to like the idea of a revolution, especially the slaves, who free themselves by killing their masters. "why didn't we think of this before?"
  • Rogue One: *shows Jyn* Space Dust
  • *shows Death Star* Even crazier space dust
  • *Jedha and Scarif's last thoughts* the sun is a deadly laser
  • "hi, everything's great," said some girl *Jyn* who seems to be getting very popular and is then arrested and killed for being too popular, which actually makes her more popular.
  • A New Hope: *Alderaan is destroyed* whoops half of Europe just died
  • Empire Strikes Back: ice age!
  • Want to get enlightened in the middle of nowhere?
  • oops, the rebellion just broke. but while it was breaking, Luke was figuring out how to have good morals.
  • you could make a religion out of this.
  • Return of the Jedi: FIGHT!!
  • *Luke defeats Vader*
  • *Luke throws away his lightsaber*
  • The Force Awakens: "that's bullshit. this whole thing is bullshit. that's a scam. fuck the church. here's 95 reasons why," said *Kylo Ren, in his new massacre which might have accidentally started the second galactic civil war.*
  • In general:
  • Jedi: have good morals
  • Rebels: go with the flow
  • Imperials/Dark Siders: fuck you, obey the law

I find it really convenient that a ton of the sjw youtubers in that one friend group with Riley and Milo and etc are all slowly starting to come out as “nonbinary trans”. *cough cough ash hardell*

Like given how small the trans population is compared to everyone else it seems awfully strange to me that all of them just so happen to be “trans”. It definitely doesn’t seem like they’re all negatively influencing eachother by trying to redefine transgenderism inside their little sjw friendship bubble by pushing the idea that being gender nonconforming = being trans! lol what!?? Influencing eachother to medically transition without dysphoria because it’s super cool and “progressive”??? Where????!?

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