pretty much me on my period

anonymous asked:

i go to the library during lunch period and Monday this just beautiful girl at a table near me asked if anyone had a graphing calculator she could borrow and I was so hesitant bcuz a. I'm naturally shy and anxious and b. gOD. after she kinda gave up and went back to her work i opened my bookbag and took mine out and whispered "here" while I looked down and that was all worth it cuz after that she was so grateful and said "oh thank you so much!" and her smile was so pretty and I just died - 🐧

Oh this! This is beautiful

The interview went really well!

I spoke to three women, one of whom was my friend who told me about the job, and I think it was good!

So I dunno. They asked me how much lead time I’d need and I said at least two months, so that might be a dealbreaker. Anyway. It felt good. And now I’m off until Monday, and my period seems to have started for real (unless I’m jinxing it by typing this), soooo things are pretty ok.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Public School Is A Goddamn Disater, Part 2: The Lovecraftian Madness of Machismo

Part 1 here, AKA: the Mantisocalypse (you don;t have to read it to understand this one, but you should anyway)

Content Warnings: Mental Illness, Attempted Murder, Sexual Content, Stalking, Abuse, Animal Abuse Mention, Emetophobia, US Public Education, Military Industrial Complex.  I’ve been told this is my most disturbing story, even if it’s hilarious, so mind your health.  All the names in this story have been changed to protect the innocent and Not-So-Innocent.

This is the story of Recruiting Sergeant Scott VS. The Lacrosse Jocks VS. Yours truly.

To understand this story, you must understand the dystopian hellscape that is US Public High School- I went to the NICE high school in town, with the AP curriculum and new building, where the the kids were generally too obsessed with getting into the ivy league to do anything worse than occasionally smoke on the roof.  Not even weed, just regular cigs.  During their off-periods, so they’d have time to febreeze their clothes and arrive to their next class early.  You know, the most boring fucking kids ever.

AND STILL, we were subjected to the various scourges of US public ed, namely-

-on-campus police officers and regular “what to do in case of a columbine event” drill.  We had Officer Munoz, who was a wonderful Latina Woman with the good sense to focus her efforts on getting kids away from abusive parents rather than persecuting brown kids, but we were VERY lucky on that front.  Still, having someone walking around with a gun and technically the authority to kill you, and having to hide in the science cabinets three times a year fucks you up.  Remember Officer Munoz though, She is Important.

- A weird, cult-like, frankly masturbatory attitude regarding athletic achievement.  The arts and sciences were stuck doing bake sales for supplies while the gym got re-done two years after the school opened.  This was tempered in an odd way at my school in that literally all the sports teams unequivocally sucked, with the exception of 

1.Marching Band, which went to nationals twice in the first two years the school was open 

2.Knowledge Bowl, where kevin and I took the team to 3rd in state in our first year, and only lost because Kevin had an asthma attack so we decided to let the other teams fight over the ‘lesser’ medals 

3.Lacrosse, which didn’t actually didn’t GO anywhere, but was a “real” sport and beat our ‘rival’ school, so the team got to be Big Men On Campus, and get away with all kinds of nonsense like eating in class when everyone else was forbidden or skipping tests for ‘practice’.  The three worst offenders were Dustin, Jack and “Rattlesnake Pete”, all of whom were budding neo-nazis and thus signed up for German.  With our Jewish teacher.  Remember them too.

-On-campus military recruiters.  As in, people who are legally allowed to exaggerate, manipulate and actually lie to minors to convince them to join the armed forces.  Ours was Sergeant Scott, and as much of a skeevy rat as he was I honestly felt bad for him, because remember, academic magnet high school so he had three kinds of kids to work with:

  • Kids who made the physical standards for the armed forces and were all about honoring their country via physical labor, but were dumb as shit and couldn’t pass the written exam.
  • Kids who could pass the written exam and were totally ready to bully some people in the third world, but couldn’t do a pull up if you covered the gym floor in cobras.
  • Kids who passed the physical and mental portions but were uniformly rabidly anti-military industrial complex, to the point where 35 of them crammed into his cubicle in the office he shared with Officer Munoz and Janitor Wendy, so they could hold a sit-in protest of the Iraq war and chant “Impeach Bush” and “War is Murder” at him  Someone chucked red paint on him, because they’re furious immature teenagers.  It was his first day.

Poor bastard.  Remember Him as well.

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unpopular opinion: viktor isn’t depressed

he’s bipolar

like look, he definitely shows signs of depression, which the fandom has already picked up on:

  • losing enjoyment in things he once enjoyed (skating)
  • running out of inspiration— a lack of motivation
  • how miserable he looks during the first stammi vicino
  • his tendency to drink too much

Originally posted by stellar-asthtc

but there are also signs of mania:

  • sudden bursts of inspiration/creativity: there’s only three months between sochi banquet and worlds, when yuuri goes viral. yet in that short period he started and nearly finished not just one, but two amazing SPs inspired by the banquet.
  • starting things but not finishing them: of course, somewhere along the way he lost inspiration and didn’t finish either eros or agape.
  • impulsivity: packing up everything, pretty much ending his career, and flying halfway across the world to be with a guy he danced with once at a party, because of a video.
  • excitement, talking really fast: the entire “do you have feelings for minako? do you have a girlfriend? any ex-girlfriends? LET’S TALK ABOUT ME! my first girlfriend—” exchange
  • grandiosity: viktor is sometimes ridiculous and over-the-top. that’s why we love him!

Originally posted by animebigworld

so guys. listen. here’s the timeline:

  • pre-sochi (depression): he’s on a downswing. skating is losing its purpose. he’s getting older. he can’t surprise anyone anymore. he’s realising that he’s been “neglecting his life and love” for his whole life, and now he has nothing.
  • immediately post-sochi (mania): meeting yuuri triggers a manic episode. he’s in love! he’s probably waiting for yuuri to contact him and whisk him away into the sunset on a white horse! he’s inspired! he begins choreographing eros, but wait! also agape! he’s full of ideas and creativity! life seems so promising!
  • between sochi and worlds (depression): yuuri never acknowledges him. this triggers another downswing. he runs out of inspiration and is unable to finish eros and agape. he looks tired and miserable during stammi vicino. he’s forgetting important things, like his promise to choreography for yuri p.
  • post-world championships (mania): on the day of worlds, yuuri’s video goes viral. he sees it and suddenly! it’s! a message! this has to mean something! this is a message! to him! (*cough* psychosis *cough*) off he goes! he packs up everything and flies halfway across the world. he’s so excited! to learn more! about yuuri! tell me about yourself! let’s talk about me! let’s sleep together!
  • yuuri seemingly rejects him (depression): he cries himself to sleep, drinks too much, seems a little more serious. reality hits him and he’s suddenly doubting whether anything meant what he thought it meant.

but then their relationship starts to develop slowly. he starts to stabilize a little as he begins to settle into life with yuuri. he’s not so depressed about the “life and love” thing, and he’s also getting used to the unfamiliar environment. he stops swinging so intensely. china happens, then barcelona.

and now we have our sweet, content, and a lot less manic vitya ^^

Originally posted by ferids

Hey to all those people telling people “ it’s not so bad, just power through the cramps” when they're on their period because it’s not an excuse to miss school/work etc.!

I had bad cramps today, but I tried to “power through it” and went to class anyways, even though my grandmother had to drive me because I couldn’t walk to the bus.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to feel like I was going to throw up in the middle of my lecture, leaving to take a walk outside in the cold to try and clear my head, even though walking made my right side feel as though it was being ripped in two.

I tried to “power through it” when I started getting cold sweat all over my body, taking off my sweater and then putting it back on two seconds later because my body couldn’t decide if it was hot or cold.

 I tried to “power through it” when spots started to appear in my vision, and just kept walking towards the exit.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to dry heave, and started walking faster.

I tried to “power through it” when my ears started ringing and the spots took over my vision and I was so so hot but shivering and my side felt on fire and twisted into knots and stabbed all at once.

I tried to power through it to the point where I collapsed in the middle of my college hallway. A stranger brought me to Outreach Services, where I lay on the floor, vomiting, for an hour until somebody could pick me up and take me home.

The school paramedics told me that I had passed out because I put too much stress on my already taxed body. My body was taxed because of hormonal fluctuations and blood loss aka my period.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. In the past when I’ve had cramps like this, I’ve stayed in bed and eaten strawberries and watched MASH all day.

So don’t you DARE tell me that you should “power through the cramps and do it anyways”. Powering through made me pass out. Powering through made me have to be wheeled out of the school in a wheelchair because I couldn’t keep my balance to walk. Powering through made my grandmother with osteoporosis and a tendency to panic have to come pick me up from school and help me up the stairs and almost break her hip when I started to collapse backwards on the front steps. Powering through made my 13 year old brother have to supervise me while I took a bath because I was afraid I would pass out and drown (he was super sweet about it actually; we closed the curtain and he read me Voyage of the Dawn Treader). Powering through made my mother who works to support our family pretty much on her own have to take time off work to come home and make sure I was okay.

In conclusion; If someone feels crappy because of their period cramps, leave them alone. Don’t make them do things anyways, because you might make it worse. And definitely don’t make them feel bad for not wanting to do things because of cramps; that’s the reason I even got out of bed this morning. Be nice to people on their period. Possibly buy them chocolate or painkillers. Nut don’t make them do things when they have cramps, and definitely don’t tell them “it’s nothing, power through” because cramps? Cramps can be one of the worst things you could possibly imagine.

Seriously. Fuck you all.

Supernatural Preferences: Finding out you've got severe depression

Trigger warning!: If you have problems with mentions of self harm and suicidal thoughts, don’t read or read with caution.

Sam: When depression came a’ knockin and literally all hope seemed to be flushed down the drain, you finally turned to Sam seeking help. His initial instinct was complete and utter fear. For both himself and for your life. You meant so much to him, and the thought that you were on the verge/trying to take your life broke him down. How was he supposed to live on without being a constant in his not so normal life? For his sake and most importantly yours, he kept you at his side like a shadow. Making sure every second of every day was spent showing you how important your life was and that you were here on this dammed earth for a reason.

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

Dean: You always acted so tough and brick walled around Dean. Trying to match his badass outer appearance (honestly he was like that inside too. Except the soft and squish center). So when you approached him and explained how you were weak and couldn’t bare anything anymore, he was at shock that he was hearing it from you. Never expecting you to be in such a horrible position. “That’s a load of shit. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever known, and I’m damn proud to have you in my life. That’s the hard truth.” He gave you a big hearted speech while trying is best not to cry.

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

Cas: From the start of your downfall into the darkness of depression, Cas knew something was wrong with you. At first he thought you might have been sick because of your ill acting. But after time he realized it was much more and a much deeper sickness than that. When it came down to it, he was the one that confronted you about it all. “Why didn’t you tell me what was going on?” He asked looking so hurt and sad that you were so mentally distraught. “You’re perfect in almost every sense to me, Cas. I felt ashamed to tell you how tainted I was.” He wouldn’t even let you finish replying to him before he pulled you in for a tight hug. “Y/n, I am far from perfect. But you- I could never see you as anything but just that…perfect.”

Originally posted by theoverlordmisha

Crowley: Maybe it started around the same time Crowley began to withdraw a bit from your presence. Maybe it all came to view when ‘work’ became even the slightest bit more important. Either way you felt like a hopeless piece of shit and he wasn’t anywhere to be found. The day came when you broke down to him, yelling at how you couldn’t take it anymore. How you couldn’t take another day being in this god awful body and life. He immediately dropped everything. The Winchesters. Deals. Everything. Whether he blamed himself for partially pushing you think far into this mind set or not, he was there for you unconditionally.

Originally posted by spnfans

Chuck: He caught you bawling your eyes out at three am. Debating on whether or not to take this life you called pathetic. A blade was in your right hand, and a shaky fist in another. He instantly took the blade from you before you even knew of his presence. “You can’t just force me to live! I can’t do this anymore and you don’t know what it’s like living with my mind. Your God-fucking God. Take it away, make the pain stop so I can be free and happy again to live…” each word you spoke drove into his heart like a blade. Sure he was God, but he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, just take away apart of you. Sure the part sucked, and it was a real life threatening pain in the ass. But he had his own cure for it. “Where are we going?” You asked as he took your hand and led you out off the floor. “To take a look at everything beautiful in the world. It always helps me. But this right here, this is the most beautiful thing that was ever created.” The two of you stood before a mirror, looking at your teary eyed reflection.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Gabriel: The moment you began to act even the slightest bit of odd, he knew. Whether it was a cold or just a bad mood from a period. He knew. So it was no surprise that he figured it off right from the bat that you were struggling daily with pretty much all will to do anything. “Come on kid. You’re badass with a capital A-S-S. I saw you stand up to my bag of dicks brother all for me, you can stand up for yourself all the same.”

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Lucifer: Lets just say that it took you awhile to feel comfortable being an open, honest emotional human with the Devil. So telling him “hey, sorry I’m a pain in the ass. But that level of pain assery just upgraded to level depression.” That was how you practiced it all in your head. Of course it came out nothing like that. In fact, you opened your mouth to tell him exactly how your mind and heart were cooperating and he kissed you. For a split moment he silenced every demon lurking in your mind. “Whatever you need me, tell me. You won’t have to ask twice.” He was more than understanding if the feeling of hidden isolation you were going through. “I just need you. I need you to hold on and please not let go. No matter what.” Every word you spoke was mumbled into his chest that he held you into. Yes, the Devil himself was even so caring for just his one not so irritating and worthless specimen of human life.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Easy, Transportable Needle Storage

I know I’ve seen the question of “how should I store my (especially circular and double pointed) knitting needles?” asked dozens of times. It’s also a question I’ve asked myself, and have tried a few different methods. This is my newest one, and I’m feeling pretty good about it so far. It’s pretty cheap, easy to transport, and totally re-sortable. All it requires is duct tape, plastic bags, and a binder.

My mom has hers in one of those over-the-door shoe organizers. I think that’s such a great idea, but as someone who’s in a much more transitional period of life, I wanted one that could move with me. My previous method was a roll-up with eyelets I knit. I liked it, but it would be difficult to reorganize, didn’t really accommodate my circulars well, and could be easily outgrown.

Thus, I started thinking I could buy a bunch of pencil pouches and putting my needles in them in a binder. But when I looked into it, pencil pouches are not as cheap as I’d hoped. I was thinking of getting 20, and they were going to cost at least a couple dollars per each one. But then my mom suggested hole punching ziploc bags instead, and I thought that was a great idea! So here’s how I put together this needle storage, which I imagine works great for double pointed needles, circular needles, and crochet needles, among other things.

These are the supplies I used:

A binder (I chose a fun colourful 1.5″ one with elastic ties, but any is probably fine) (if I was redoing this, though, I might choose a 2 prong one instead), duct tape (I decided on three colours, but you could certainly do this with regular cheap duct tape), plastic bags (I wanted ones with the sliders), and a 3 hole punch.

First, lay out a strip of duct tape, and lay the plastic bag on half the tape. The duct tape makes it easier to hole punch and makes the holes much stronger and less likely to rip.

Cut the tape and fold it over along the bag.

Hole punch the duct-taped edge. Since the bags I chose were only long enough for two holes, I alternated between holes on the top and holes on the bottom.

Then you can pop the bag in the binder.

Then I labelled each bag with a sharpie and put the needles in.

I decided to have one bag per size, except I did a separate bag for double pointed needles and circulars. Other than that, I just put it in order. If I get any new needles, I can make a new bag and put it in the right place.


Now I have my needles all organized, accessible, and transportable. :)

My experience of meeting Gerard Way

I was lucky enough to be able to go to this years thought bubble comic convention in Leeds, UK this year pretty much specifically just so I could go to the Gerard Way Meet and Greet. After literal hours of queuing I got my brief period to meet him and get him to sign a couple of things for me. This is where I gained a whole new level of respect for him. We’d already been told by the events staff that he wasn’t doing selfies with fans cos he was feeling anxious (fair enough, if he doesn’t want to then he doesn’t have to, he doesn’t owe people a selfie) but when I spoke to him it was pretty clear he was uncomfortable. He’d already been sat there for hours and had probably had the same conversation with each fan a thousand and one times, he was tired and you could tell he was feeling a bit off. Despite this when I met him he still put on a smile, asked my name, shook my hand and was generally just a really lovely kind person. Considering his rather well documented struggle with mental health issues and the fact that he was doing a two day signing nobody could have held it against him if he’d called it a day and gone back to his hotel but even though he was uncomfortable he soldiered on through for his fans who’d come all this way to see him because of his respect and love for them.

We do not deserve this man.

Aliens on humans having a random nosebleed

I just got a random nosebleed (which happens fairly often to me, like AT LEAST once a week lately) and I just thought about aliens.

Like, they were already confused/horrified when a human gave them the talk and explained periods. But this. There’s is absolutely NO reason for me to bleed so often from there, still, it happens all the time. I learned to just roll with it. Now it is just a mild annoyance to me, but I can totally imagine an alien freaking out over this.

“Ah Khor'var, I was looking for you! There’s a problem with my computer, could you have a look?”

“Of course Human Laura. Can you describe the problem?”

“Well, it started to make a weird noise this morning and- oh… hang on. *annoyed sigh* shit I need some tissues, I feel it coming. *pinch her nose with one hand, tries to get on tissue out of her pocket with the other*”

“Um, is there an issue Human Laura?”

“Uh? *while holding the tissue up her nostril* Nah, just a nosebleed.”

“A nosebleed? You are bleeding? I need to call the medical team!!! How did you get wounded!? Are you dying?!”

“Nononono! Khor'var, Khor'var, dude, it’s okay, I can handle, I’m used to it, happens all the time, no worries.”

“… Ah, I see. Is it this human fertility cycle I heard about?”

“Haha no, totally different thing. It’s not periods, periods have a purpose. This is just… random bleeding for no reason I guess.”

“You mean.. You can start to bleed without being wounded, for no biological reason?!?”

“Yep pretty much.”

“And it happens regularly?!?”

“Not to every human, but it does happen a lot to me since I was a kid so.. I just roll with it now. It’s a tad annoying but eh at least it’s not both nostrils at the same time! *annoyed* I hate when that happens, I look stupid with my nose stuffed with tissue paper. Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, computer noise!”

Needless to say, how humans could be bleeding for no reason and still worry about looking stupid was beyond Khor'var. Heck, how humans could start to bleed for no reason and NOT DIE was beyond him! But hey, humans are weird.

there was a period when i was 15 when i was so depressed i barely got out of bed for over a month. i didn’t go to school, i didn’t talk to anyone apart from my mum, i spent all my time pretty much just staring at the ceiling. the only thing that could lift my spirit once in awhile was dan and phil. hell i even remember my mum saying she didn’t know what she would’ve done if i didn’t have dan and phil to distract me. i’m not exaggerating when i say they literally got me through the darkest times in my teenage life, and to hear dan talk about experiencing the same things as i do makes me so eternally grateful i can’t even begin to describe what i’m feeling right now. thank you <3

The types as how I (an ESTP) know them

Seen this around a lot, thought I’d do my own version.

I don’t know any ISFPs, so that type isn’t represented.

ISTJ- my lab coordinator- Gets off on organizing. Plans her future out to the T, but then a curveball hits and after about a day of freaking out she deals with it. Loves concerts, science, and cats. Organizes my life for me, and we get along very well.

ISFJ- research coworker- I don’t really know her well, but she is pretty quiet. Serious and focused, but not afraid to crack a smile here and there. Somehow remembers everyone’s birthdays despite only knowing us for two months. Also (I think) very scared of me. 

INFJ- friend- I ADMIRE HER AESTHETIC SO MUCH. Seriously, this girl keeps it classy everywhere. Insta? She has a color coordinated layout. Snapchat? Only the most sophisticated snaps any 19 year old I know has every taken. Twitter? Barely touches it. Uses periods at the end of everything, which makes her sound SO COOL. Kinda wanna be her, kinda wanna be dating her. 

INTJ- cousin- most driven person I know. Loves animals more than people. 100% left-brained, and the best person to go to for a logical opinion on anything. Butttt fucks up in her personal life a lot. Clingy as hell (but this is coming from an ESTP so take it with a grain of salt tbh)

ISTP- roommate- the most slytherin of all the slytherins. Super funny, sarcastic, and always down for an adventure. Weird obsession with Garfield. Watches the most TV out of anyone I know.

INFP- friend- the calmest voice EVER. The calmest person, really. A great listener, and always zen @ life. Brilliant at orgo. Surprisingly a very good rapper as well. 

ESTP- myself and my friend- our version of an icebreaker is, “hey, wanna go skydiving?” Surprised when people say no to an adventure. Cannot sit in one place and study for more than 3 hours at a time without doing something crazy, like a push-up contest in the middle of the library, to keep our sanity. 

ESFP- acquaintance- ok the first people to start any drama ever. Extra af but also great to talk to when you need to be extra af and rant/yell/complain/anything. Can go from ‘too cool for you’ to a literal puppy in five seconds. 

ENFP- best friend- A PUPPY IN HUMAN FORM. Most scatterbrained person to exist. Multiple internships, research positions, volunteer obligations, etc. a week and somehow manages to do all of it and still be bored. 

ESTJ- boyfriend- Secretly always in control, even when someone is in control. Has a backup plan for the backup plan. Fun and enthusiastic, but also kind of cautious and takes a step back before he jumps into anything. 

ESFJ- best friend- literally follows through on everything she ever says. “I’m getting lunch with you sometime this week” you bet your ass she is going to schedule this lunch, plan it, color coordinate it in her journal, and show up five minutes early with the menu already looked over online. Pushes you to be the best version of yourself by calling you out on bs you didn’t even realize you had. 

ENFJ- ex boyfriend- cheesy as hell. Loves anime, metal, and Bethoven. Most random, adaptable person I’ve yet to meet. Has a lot of feelings. 

ENTJ- brother- Holds himself with a very naturally intelligent aura. Cares a lot about his reputation and how he appears. Very hardworking and smart. Can be demeaning or rude without realizing it. Bases his self worth on his academic achievements.

ENTP- friend- craziest life story I’ve ever heard. Came over my place after a car crash very casually like ‘yeah my car just got totalled but its whatever so i heard you had pizza’ like what???? Almost always awake at 4 AM and watching the Office. Great ideas, but not enough willpower to execute them. 

INTP- friend- nerdiest person ever. Hates on himself way too much. Intelligent, funny, and sarcastic. Has a lot of emotions but doesn’t know what to do with them so ends up making stupid decisions with girls he likes and then ignoring that person forever.

Aight, so let me tell you about this kid at my school named Steven.
Steven is a pretty cool guy, does his school work, maybe plays around a bit too much. But he’s chill. So, I’ve known him for about two years, and during this time he has 1) Been hit by a car,
2) Stapled his own forearm in one of the classrooms he isnt even in,
3) Gotten chewed out in class for a solid twenty minutes then went “Cool”.
4) Has ridden a skatboard in the halls during passing period, and finally
5) Snuck into multiple class rooms with computers just to play games.
This dude flying by and having fun with these last 3 years.

When the businessman shoulder checks me in the airport, I do not apologize.
Instead I write an elegy on the back of a receipt and tuck it in his hand as I pass through the first class cabin.
Like a bee, he will die after stinging me.
I am twenty four and I have never cried.
Once, a boy told me he doesn’t believe in labels so I embroidered the word “chauvinist” on the back of his favorite coat.
A boy said he “liked my hair the other way” so I shaved my head instead of my pussy-
While the boy isn’t calling back, I learn carpentry, build a desk.
Write a book at the desk. 
I taught myself to cum while counting the ceiling tiles.
The boy says he prefers blondes and I steam cleam his clothes with bleach.
The boy says I am not marriage material and I put gravel in his pepper grinder.
The boy says period sex is disgusting and I slaughter a goat in his living room.
The boy doesn’t ask if he can choke me so I pretend to die while he’s doing it.
My mother says this is not the meaning of “unfazed.”
When the boy says I curse too much to be pretty and I tattoo the word “cunt” on my lower lip, my mother calls this “being very phased.”
But leftovers from the other universe are hours and hours of waiting for him to kiss me, and here, they are just hours.
Here, they are a ride bike across Long Island in June.
Here, they are a novel read in one sitting.
Here, they are arguments about god or a full night’s sleep.
Here, I hand a hour to the woman crying outside the bar.
I leave one on my best friend’s front porch,
send my mother two in the mail.
I do not slice his tires.
I do not burn the photos.
I do not write the letter.
I do not beg.
I do not ask for forgiveness.
I do not hold my breath while he finishes.
The man tells me he does not love me and he does not love me.
The man tells me who he is, and I listen.
I have so much beautiful time.
—  Alternate Universe in which I am unfazed by the men who do not love me, Olivia Gatwood, New American Best Friend
All of This and So Much More: Prologue [poly!hamsquad x reader]

Time Period: Modern

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, shitty parents, unrequited crushing

A/N: Okay so this is the prologue for my poly!hamilsquad story.  Let me know what you think!  I’ve got the next few chapters done, so there will be pretty regular updating for a while.  Please let me know what you guys think, and I’ll get more out soon!

Chapter One

Life at the Laurens’ estate was nothing short of picturesque. Up the magnolia lined driveway stood the proud plantation home, a reminder of the family’s rise to wealth. Even in the 21st century, maids and cooks still resided in the home, taking care of upkeep of the estate, as well as the family that lived there.

Henry Laurens was a rising star in the political sphere. His father was currently serving in the US Senate, and for 76 of the last 80 years, there had been a Laurens representing South Carolina. John Laurens was the next prodigal son in a line of prodigal sons.

At least until he met Y/N Y/L/N. Granddaughter of Samuel Y/L/N.  Samuel knew everyone and everything there was to know about South Carolina.  Every governor for the past 20 years had him in their closest council.  While the Laurens represented South Carolina, the Y/L/N’s were South Carolina.

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Shortcake (Connor Murphy X Reader)

AN; The reader is like so innocent she’s like— borderline anime girl. Not exactly the request I got, but close! This is all over the place. Short reader, loves! I just love the nickname shortcake lmao

WC; 1,369

TW; weeeeeeeed, suicide mention :<, anger con :,<

Your skirt bounced and your flats clicked as you practically skipped through the hallways, happiness radiating from you. You spotted Connor Murphy and your heart stopped, then sped back up. You smiled happily and caught up to him, poking him on the arm.

“Hey, Connor!” You laughed as he turned to you, a surprised look on his face. His face fell into a small smile, and he halfheartedly waved at you. You had been Connor’s only friend before he had tried to commit suicide, and you helped him recover afterwards. Due to spending so much time together, you had fallen in love together without letting the other know. You were heartbroken when you found out he tried to end his own life because he felt alone and misunderstood. You felt like you failed your job as being his friend, so you decided you would try to be more than his friend eventually.

“Hey, shortcake.” Connor said warmly, using your nickname.

“Beanpole.” You smiled up at him, gently punching him. Connor laughed and looked up, walking straight ahead.

“Hey, do you wanna skip 8th period with me, go smoke behind the school?” Connor said, smirking and looking at you.

“Oh, uh, are you sure we won’t get in trouble? I’m not smoking though.” You whispered, curiosity in your eyes.

“C’mon, shortcake, I’m an expert.” Connor winked at you and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the school without getting noticed. Your face was pink by the time you both got the the risers on the track. Connor went underneath, pulling you gently behind him. He sat against a pole and dug a blunt out of his pocket, lighting it. You sat criss-cross in the grass, pushing your skirt down to cover everything. You started playing with the flowers around you while smiling like a child. Connor blew smoke upwards,  glancing at you occasionally. He blushed every time he saw you giggle and put a flower in your french braid. You eventually made eye contact and Connor spoke up.

“You want a hit?” Connor laughed, coughing a bit.

“Uhm, I don’t know how to?” You squeaked, tucking a flower behind your ear. Connor laughed and shook his head, his eyes slowly turning a bit red. You stared at Connor’s frizzy hair as an idea popped into your head.

“Can I braid your hair?” You blurted, a cute innocent look in your eyes. Connor shrugged and shifted so his back was facing you. You started to french braid flowers into his hair, mostly so he would match you. Connor mumbled a few curse words when you pulled on his hair to put a rubber band around it.

“I’m wearing this all day.” Connor mumbled, touching it gently. You giggled and gently rain a finger over the braid happily.. Connor made butterflies appear in your stomach, no matter what he was doing. You were in love with him. Connor scooted forward a bit and leaned back, resting his head in your lap. He had put the blunt out and on the ground.

“Can we just lay here together?” Connor asked, looking into your eyes happily. You turned red and nodded, gently touching his face. Connor sighed happily and closed his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.

“Oh gosh, oh my goodness.” You whispered. “I’m in love with you.”

Only thirty minutes later did you wake Connor up for 9th period. He groaned and rolled over, right off your lap.

“9th period?” Connor croaked.

“Mhm,” You hummed, grabbing your little purse and standing up.

“Did you just let me sleep on you or something?” Connor asked, rubbing his eyes and standing up.

“Uh, yeah, pretty much.” You smiled, letting him take your hand and sneak you back into the school right as the bell rang and teens flooded out of the hallways. People stopped and started whispering and laughing as you and Connor walked next to each other.

“Why is everyone staring?” Connor grumbled, looking at you confused. You face lit up bright red as you realized Connor still had a braid and flowers in his hair.

“O-Oh, um, your-you let me, er, do your hair? A-And I put flowers i-in it?” You whispered, coming to a stop in the middle of the hallway. Connor stopped a few feet ahead of you, going tense.

“What?” Connor asked coldly, trying to control his anger. People thought he was a freak already, and this is not what he needed. Now people were going to call him gay.

“I-I’m sorry Connor I-” You began, stepping forward with your hands up.

“Wow, Connor, now your hair makes you look like a hippie school shooter!” An annoying kid named Jared Kleinman called out, laughing obnoxiously.

Connor slowly spun around and practically growled, anger in his eyes.

“This is all your fault.” He hissed, pushing you to the ground and storming away. You shook gently and quickly exploded in tears. You got up and started running away, away from the crowd. You heard a few people you only knew the names of call your name and try to follow you. You flats clicked down the hallway as you reached the back door and flung yourself outside, tears falling.

“Mom, I don’t feel good.” You said again for the third time this week. Your mom sighed and nodded, leaving you home alone again. You stayed home for the last two days ever since Connor pushed you. It broke your heart and made you think he only thought of you as someone he could be around so he wasn’t completely alone. You had eaten a whole tub of ice cream and binge watched two Netflix series already.

Today you showered and dressed, only to go sit on the computer. You stared at it for a minute, wondering what to even do on it. You frowned and slowly typed into the search bar.

‘shortcake definition’

You clicked on the Urban Dictionary link at the top.


Nickname given to the most beautiful person in the world.

She’s short and sweet and makes me haaaappy, she’s a shortcake!

Your face lit up bright red, a smile on your face. The smile faded when you realized Connor would probably never talk to you again. You would never get to hear his cute voice tease you and call you shortcake again. 

A loud knock sounded on your front door. You sighed and got up, pulling your dress down slightly. You peeked through the peep hole and almost had a heart attack when you saw Connor standing there, flowers in his hands. He had a bun in his hair and another flower behind his ear. You took a deep breath and swung the door open, a blank look on your face.

“Oh, um, hey shortcake.” Connor smiled nervously, handing you the flowers. Your face burned red at the name as you hesitantly took the flowers.

“Why are you here, Connor?” You called out softly, looking into the flowers to avoid eye contact.

“I-I came to say I’m sorry.” Connor’s voice cracked, almost like he was crying.

“Connor-” You looked up, shocked at what you saw. “Are you.. Crying?”

“N-no-um-yes? I was just- so worried. I thought that-that you’d never want to see me again.” Connor mumbled, looking up to keep the tears back.

“I was worried I would loose my shortcake.”  Connor added, slowly making eye contact with you. You stared at him for a minute, figuring you didn’t have much to loose anymore.

“I love you, beanpole.” You dropped the flowers and flung yourself into his arms, making him almost loose his balance.

“Oh, good, I love you too, shortcake.” Connor whispered, kissing your hair.

Mike Wheeler being an amazing, smooth flirter, but only when he doesn’t realize he’s flirting. Like bisexual Michael Wheeler who doesn’t realize you can be both flirting with Will every damn moment (Lucas and Dustin mime puking when the lovebirds can’t see) but fails to see it as flirting because they’re both bros.
And then Mike completely failing at flirting with the new cheerleader and whining about how bad he is at it to Lucas who just looks at him like /am I really going to have to spell it out for this guy/
“Just pretend shes will, you go no problem flirting with him…"and everyone is silent for a few seconds before Dustin starts cracking ip and Mike just sputters before pulling a full Mike Wheeler Denial* "what! I don’t flirt with Will, I wouldn’t, I cant flirt Lucas so I don’t know what you’re talking about! Psh flirting with Will, I have no idea…”
“You never tell me how pretty my eyes are.”
“You never say im sweet enough to give you cavities.”
“Or tell me I look good in blue.”
“Never let me keep a shirt of yours because I ‘make it look so much better’ ” (that one is accompanied by both boys fake barfing)
Cue Mike having a huge gay crisis
Does he like Will? He’s never liked guys before. Is it just Will? He knows Kate Bishop in third period is easily the hottest girl in school, and he’s certainly thought about dating her. BUT Teddy Altman on the football team is super fucking dreamy if he thinks about it.
It takes him a week to puzzle out that Yes he does have feeling for Will, and from that point on completely fails at flirting, he stumbles over his words, completely forgetting what hes going to say and Will, will finds it even more adorable then before.

anonymous asked:

For the character rating thing: DORIAN

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME THIS. Dorian Havilliard is the love of my life, my husband and my princeling. I will love him forever and would legit go through a wyrdgate to Rifthold for him. Let me break this down: 

Cute: “She haunted his thoughts, made him wish to do grand and wonderful things in her name” - this literally makes my heart skip

Adorable: I mean he got Celeana a puppy, brought her books and chocolate and cheered her up when she was on her period 

Pretty: I love how much care he takes in looking good. In EOS when they were going through a freakin swamp he made sure that his clothes stayed perfectly clean and that his hair didn’t fall out of place!! 

Gorgeous: see below, NEED I SAY MORE

“Dorian Havilliard smiled at her. It was a polished smile, and reeked of court-trained charm. Sprawled across the throne, he had his chin propped by a hand, his golden crown glinting in the soft light. On his black doublet, an emblazoned gold rendering of the royal wyvern occupied the entirety of the chest. His red cloak fell gracefully around him and his throne.

Yet there was something in his eyes, strikingly blue—the colour of the waters of the southern countries—and the way they contrasted with his raven-black hair that made her pause. He was achingly handsome, and couldn’t have been older than twenty”


Originally posted by leejkp-framd


For the sake of being organized as well as keeping track of everything, and making it accessible from one place, I made a masterpost. I don’t have too much out right now, but I’ll update it whenever I post something new. There’s also a link on my blog in case you prefer that method. 

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