reading through history

The best moments in reading are when you come across something–a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things–which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours
—  Alan Bennett, The History Boys

history-rover  asked:

Prompt: Phichit beta reading Yuuri's self insert fanfic of himself and Victor, and Victor finds out (credit everyone in Discord!).

S/O TO EVERYONE IN DISCORD @history-rover @forovnix @omgkatsudonplease @exile-wrath @dystopiansushi @emerald-imperial

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“Victor, can I tell you a secret?” Yuuri asks with vodka seeping from every breath he exhales, with his hand slipping up Victor’s shirt at a varying pace, first slow, then fast, then slow again, as though he can’t decide what to do.

Victor touches Yuuri’s ankle with his foot, shifts closer to him until he’s about to fall off of the barstool. Phichit and Christophe are sitting nearby, but ever since Yuuri had one shot too many, he’d been locked in his own little world with Victor. “You can tell me anything.”

Then, he’s struggling to get his phone out of his pocket. Victor reaches a hand to help him, and as soon as their skin touches Yuuri grips his hand, lacing their fingers while holding the phone with his left hand. He places it on the bar, then opens the internet. “I’ve gotta show you… I never showed you. I don’t think I ever showed you.”

He leans closer, nuzzles his neck. “Showed me what?”

“This,” he says, and then taps on something. “I used to…” A blush flushes across his cheeks and Victor kisses him. He tastes of alcohol and something sweet, something he can’t quite name. “You know how I liked you?” Their joint hands move to Victor’s thigh and rest there. “Before I met you?”

He’s aware that Yuuri was a fan, and he nods.

“I used to write,” Yuuri is saying, and pushing the phone towards him. “Do you see this one? Five thousand kudos, Vitya. Five thousand. And it’s… I loved you then, and I love you now. I loved you so much and I wrote about you but now I don’t have to ‘cause I have you.”

Victor blinks, stares at the phone screen.

From Russia With Love by vicchanfan202

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Victor Nikiforov/Reader

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe – Coffee Shop, Self-Insert, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Smut, Hardcore Smut but there’s plot I promise, (My first fic!!! be nice plz), Misuse of whipped cream, Explicit Sex, kitchen sex, strawberries in all the wrong places, sex in a lot of places lol, Food Kink, Praise Kink, BDSM (Probably), Gold Kink, Sugar Daddy, Temperature Play, Male Original Characters, Female Original Characters, Daddy Kink

Language: English

Words: 217891 Chapters: 12/12 Kudos: 5027

Victor Nikiforov is on top of the world–he possesses beauty, medals, fame. Everything but love. When he bumps into a young man at a coffee shop, everything changes.

“Yuuri…”

“Do you like it?” Yuuri asks, and his thigh presses more firmly against Victor’s as he shifts closer.

Victor swallows thickly. “Yuuri, I…”

“I used to write them in Japanese, but Phichit beta’d this one for me,” he explains, then hiccups, then yawns. He wraps his free arm around Victor’s shoulders and leans on him, burying his head in his chest.

“You have a daddy kink? And a praise kink? And a… What does strawberries in all the wrong places mean?”

Yuuri moves a hand to his ass.

Victor clears his throat. “Tomorrow, when you’re sober, we’re going to have a talk about why you haven’t told me these things.”

He giggles. “My legs are asleep. So’s my face.”

He chuckles and cups Yuuri’s cheek, using his free hand to open up the fanfiction on his phone. He copies the link, texts it to himself. “Your face is asleep?”

Yuuri nods, yawns. “Let me tell you about the story, okay? It’s a…” His brows furrow in concentration, as though he can’t remember what he was going to say. “There’s smut, right, but–”

“Smut?”

“Sex, like a lot of it. I think there’s, like, nine sex scenes in the second chapter. The relationship develops quickly. But the plot,” he says, and pokes Victor’s chest. “It’s all about the plot.”

“Nine sex scenes in one chapter?”

Yuuri hums. “Not all sex, but like sex, you know?”

“I don’t know. I really, really don’t know.”

“I’ll explain, no worries. Phichit, do you remember From Russia With Love?” He turns to his friend.

Phichit’s eyes widen with recognition, his pupils dart back and forth between Victor and Yuuri. “You told Victor about your smutty self-insert fanfiction that hit five thousand kudos?”

“Remember the strawberry scene?” Yuuri prompts.

Phichit pales. “I’ll never forget the strawberry scene.”

“We’re going home, and I’m finding that strawberry scene,” Victor states, taking Yuuri’s hand and leading him towards the door.

“There’s another part with chocolate syrup–that’s where the temperature play comes in.”

“Yuuri…”

~ The following morning

“What happened last night?” Yuuri asks, stepping into the kitchen and seeing a pack of freshly-bought strawberries sitting on the kitchen counter.

The Space

I’ve had a lot of girl friends

That’s “girl space friend”

The space is important.

Even though it’s just empty space.


I grew up not knowing that while I liked my girl space friends,

what I really wanted was a girlfriend.

Without a space.

I always assumed I’d start liking boys

That it was perfectly normal

to really enjoy hugging my girl friends

And to some extent that was true

But there’s a point when you have to realize that what you really want

is someone who can be your girlfriend-without-a-space.


Because the space is important.

The space means a lot to some people.

For some people

losing the space means losing their families.

Or their friends

Or their home

Or their job

So they have to live with the space

And the space matters


The space is important

Because it’s the difference between someone you “love” and someone you “Love”

It’s the difference between an open bedroom door and a closed one

It’s the difference between a hug and an embrace

The space matters


The space is important

Because it isn’t just space in the figurative

It’s literal space

Between hands

And bodies

And hearts

The space means they can’t be close

The space matters


The space is important

For some more than others

Some people are ok with the space

They’ve learned to live with it

Or they’ve lied to themselves about how much they really want it

But some people can’t stand it

To some people

The space is so important to them

That they lose their lives over it

Because they fear they will never be able to get rid of it

The space matters


The space is so important

Because it leads to other things

First, there’s the space: “girl space friend”

Then it becomes “girlfriend”

And then “fiancée”

And then “wife”

And the space shouldn’t be a big deal

Unless it’s going to go away

Because the space matters.




So, I wrote this poem back in February, when I was all angsty and single and crushing on my friend and on a poem-writing streak. I had actually completely forgotten about it until I was reading through my posting history elsewhere, and I found it again. I’m not gonna lie, I’m kind of impressed with myself. 

As I was writing this, I kind of imagined it being spoken allowed, as opposed to being read, but I kind of like the idea that people can read it with their own intentions. 

I’ve got like 12 followers, so it’s unlikely that people are gonna see this, but I felt like someone on here might appreciate it if they did see it.

Who has two thumbs and is somewhat obsessed with everyone’s favorite revolutionary boyfriends? This person!

Historic(-ish) Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens, based on @ciceroprofacto‘s take of them in their beautiful, wonderful, mindbogglingly good Lams fanfic Song of Alexander, which everyone should read, because it’s just. So. Good. 

Every two weeks, a language dies.

The world is diminished when it loses its human sayings, just as when it loses its diversity of plants and beasts.

In 1974 Angela Loij died. She was one of the last Ona Indians from Tierra del Fuego, way out there at the edge of the world. She was the last one who spoke their language.
Angela sang to herself, for no one else, in that language no longer recalled by anyone but her:

“I’m walking in the steps
of those who have gone.
Lost, am I.”
—  Eduardo Galeano, Children of the Days: A Calendar of Human History
jimon fic recs

(updated with descriptions) 

3 times simon flirts with jace in serious situations + 1 time jace gives it a try by hexicity 

‘“Well–well you should come to the library. With me. So that we–so that I could check you out.”There’s a brief silence during which Jace considers opening the car door and letting the demons have him for dinner, but Simon’s sudden bursting laugh halts any and all thoughts.“Dude.” Simon heaves between laughs, wiping at his eyes. “Oh, Jace, that was so bad. Oh man, oh Jace. Oh no.”’

worlds apart by banesexual 

‘highschool AU where Simon is the biggest nerd for space and the guys on the football team like to tease him, except for Jace Lightwood: captain and star quarterback who thinks it’s super cute.

slight misunderstandings by madzielightbane

‘jace and simon reflect on their feelings about why neither of them seemed affected by simon drinking jace’s blood as vampire’s usually have much more significant an effect on people.’

the obi-wan for me by the_magnificentbane

‘Jace never thought he’d be grateful to be forced to work on the day of the new Star Wars’ film’s release, all because Alec decided to cash in one of his favors so he could go on a date with that guy from last week, but turns out working instead of watching the movie wasn’t too bad.’

he’s got something special by rocketshiptospace

‘“I’m in love,” Simon declares, as he joins his friends at their table in the library.“Groundbreaking news,” Raphael deadpans, “Really, I’m shocked. This is too much. I can’t handle the pure surprise that comes with this revelation. I had never expected this. Next you’re going to tell me you’re in love with Jace, of all people. Then my mind will truly be blown.”Or, Simon is in love with Jace. He hates Christian Ozera, a famous singer. It’s a lot more complicated than it sounds.’

call it magic by rocketshiptospace

‘The cutting boards are at it again. Or, well, they are fine for most of the morning, until Jace comes in and they start circling around his middle like they’re trying to sacrifice him to the food gods. Or something. At least they aren’t chanting anything.“Just one normal day,” Jace says, “Just one day I want to come in here and be like ‘Hi Simon, here’s your delivery!’ and that’s it. Just once.”“You and me both,” Maia says, eyeing one of the cutting boards currently circling Jace. It’s holding a half chopped tomato she had been working on.“It’s charming,” Simon says, with the voice of someone who has had to repeat that exact phrase way too many times. “It adds character.”Or, Simon owns a sandwich shop with a haunted kitchen. Jace delivers his bread.’

only fools by rocketshiptospace

‘Jace looks conflicted now and Simon places a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I know what you’re thinking: ‘Simon Lewis, what does he know about dating?’ Well, from experience, very little. But I’ve been friends with Clary all my life, and on top of that I’ve watched enough rom-coms to be able to confidently call myself an expert. You’ll be successfully dating Clary before you can even say ‘Simon you’re an idiot’. Trust me.”or, Simon convinces himself Jace is into Clary, and like the Amazing Best Friend that he is, tries to teach Jace how to properly wine and dine her. It doesn’t really go as planned.’

MRS LINTOTT: I’m reluctant at this stage in the game to expose you to new ideas, but having taught you all history on a strictly non-gender-orientated basis I just wonder whether it occurs to any of you how dispiriting [history] can be? […] Can you for a moment imagine how depressing it is to teach five centuries of masculine ineptitude?
—  Alan Bennett, The History Boys
Rockabye

A little over a month ago, I posted a request that was about Damian coming to live with Dick and his s/o and seeing them as his new family and this is the part 2 to that! Thank you so much for sending in this request and I am quite sorry it took such a long time for me to post this! I hope you enjoy reading this!

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“What does this mean?” You ask Dick when he opened the letter he had received from Bruce. Dick lets out a sigh before shaking his head. “Dick, come on, tell me – I deserve to know too.”

Dick looks away from the letter to stare at you. He brings you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your torso and you gingerly wrap your arms around Dick’s body – you can feel how tense he is and whatever the letter was about, it was nothing good. You can feel Dick kissing your temple a couple of times before pulling away to look at you.

“It really hurts me to say this,” Dick shakes his head and you can hear the hurt in his voice, “Bruce wants Damian back and he says… if we do not hand Damian over, he will be seeing us in court.” You let out a gasp, your hand flying over to cover your mouth.

Bruce had only recently come back from his long disappearance and despite how you had been over the moon with his reappearance initially, that feeling has long gone the moment you hear those words from Dick. You are afraid of what’s going to happen to your entire family and you also know just how important family is to Dick too. What scares you the most is the fact that Bruce wants to bring this entire thing to court and you know just how many connections he has and that scares you a whole lot.

“But Damian’s happy with us!” You exclaim as quietly as you can, reminding yourself that your baby is still asleep and that Damian could be eavesdropping your conversation at any given time – he does it a lot and you have yet to break that habit of his. “Does Bruce not know that? Why is he doing this to us, Dick?” You grip his shirt tight in your hand and Dick sighs before shaking his head.

“I’m, I think I will go and talk to Bruce.” Dick gives you one last hug before pulling away. “Maybe we can come to compromise and I know if I let Bruce know just how nicely Damian is adapting to life with us, it would be alright.”

You look at him skeptically. You really want to trust Dick’s words – he has rarely ever let you down – but you still have that doubt at the back of your mind.

“Do you trust me?” Dick immediately asks you as he holds your cheek in his palm and you nod your head. He gives you a small smile but that, in itself, is already enough to reassure you that Dick knows what he is doing.

“Of course I trust you, Dick. I trust you with my entire being.” You tell him earnestly and Dick nods his head.

“That’s enough for me, Y/N. I’ll be back soon alright?” He presses his lips against yours a few times. “Just make sure to keep Damian in the house – I really want to talk to Bruce first and if worse comes to worse, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” Dick smiles at you and you give him a small smile.

You are somewhat thankful that your son is still asleep at that moment so when Dick left the house to go talk to Bruce, you sought out Damian. He is currently reading through another history book and you smile as you lean against the door frame.

Ever since Damian came to live with you, he has mellowed down – obviously, he still goes on missions and patrols and can be quite bratty every now and then but he definitely has mellowed down. You liked to think that being with your family, Damian has gotten a second chance at being a kid.

“You seem to be enjoying that book.” You softly call out, not wanting to surprise Damian. He looks up from his book and a small smile graces his face.

“How are you, Mother?” Damian closes the book he had been reading and sets it aside before sitting up. You slowly walk over to where he had been laying down and sit down beside him. Damian immediately leans against you – one thing you noticed ever since Damian came to live with Dick and you is that he is very affectionate with you when the two of you are alone – and he wounds an arm around your waist.

You drape your arm over his shoulder, pulling him against you. “I’m fine, Damian. Just worried.” You finally remember to answer his question and Damian pulls away to look at you. You give him a small smile before pushing his head against your shoulder once more. “Nothing to worry about, Damian – I trust Dick and I know things will turn out alright.”

You have faith that Dick knows what he is doing and you also have faith that Bruce will come to understand that Damian is better off living with Dick and you. You would not even try to stop Bruce from coming over and seeing Damian – after all, he is still Damian’s biological father.

“Tt.” Damian shakes his head but proceeds to talk about his entire day – he had managed to build his own kite from scratch and given enough time, his kite will probably be able to deploy miniature bots that can track down enemies once he fixes the system to deploy them. Although you have very little understanding about everything Damian had just said, it really is nice listening to him talk about his day. “I also read the Little Prince to beloved brother.” Damian tells you – this is also one of the things Damian loved to do: reading books to your son. You find it very endearing that he takes some time off every night to read something to your son.

“Thank you, Damian.” You press your lips atop his head and Damian shrugs his shoulders.

“Tt. I should be thanking you, mother.” Damian replies and you chuckle before nodding your head. You’re just going to let Damian have the last word today.

History Books

(Voltron: Lance Mcclain, Klance, Sheith, Angst, set in the Future)

- - -

It’s been about twenty years since they first entered space They’ve defeated the Galra empire and everything is as it should be except Lance is unhappy.

He knows that he should be satisfied with all his done and all he has accomplished but twenty years later as he pours over a history book he can’t help but to feel an agonizing emptiness.

He is staring at a picture of Keith and Shiro standing next to each other, wide grins spread across their face and their hands intertwined together by their sides, their wedding rings catching the light of the camera flash as the picture is being taken. He has read the book front to back and despite the entire chapter dedicated to Shiro and Keith’s wedding he cant seem to find a single mention of his relationship with Keith.

Of course it has all the general stuff such as their positions as paladins and how their style of fighting is amazingly complementary, and there are dozens of chapters dedicated to the battles they’ve fought together. But there is nothing in regards to their romantic relationship.

Lance supposes he should of expected it but it still hurts.

They had dated for two years. Two whole years full of laughter and love and agony.
During that period they had gone through the Confrontation of Jeqial, the War of Babiyana, and finally the Battle of Anexpl.

8 years of fighting insane enemies, near death experiences and near constant battles had taken its toll on The team of Voltron.

Hunk had a panic attack any time someone tried to talk about what happened on Xenor-P, Pidge’s left eye didn’t work anymore (even though he knew she had created a new one with Hunk’s help, he knew she still felt the loss), and every single member of the team suffered severally from the mental strain it took to try and keep the universe in Balance, after all, not every planet could be saved no matter how hard they wished it otherwise.

Despite all of this one of the things he regretted most is what happened during the Battle of Anexpl.

Keith had died, and he would still be dead if it weren’t for Allura and the advance medicine of Anexpl, but those five minutes of frantically checking for the weak pulse of his heart before being unable to find one at all was one of the worst things that Lance ever had to endure.  

Five agonizing minutes of panic and heartache and rage as he watched Keith lay pale and bloodied on the dirty ground of the sandy planet, the only thing indicating life was the soft gurgles as he took a breath. 

Even after Allura had successfully revived Keith, his heart finally beating steady and his lungs filling with air, Lance couldn’t help but notice how pale Keith’s skin was and how shallow his breathing seemed to stay after that. 

Their bed; which was once a place that held memories of late night kisses, laughter and adoring looks when the one person thought the other wasn’t paying attention, now only brought a feeling of dread to Lance’s heart.

Had Keith always been that cold?
Did his heart usually stutter? 

Everything Lance loved about Keith kept reminding him of when Keith laid on the ground dead. The flush of his sleeping cheeks only reminded him of when they were painted with drying blood.

When Keith was sleeping next to him he couldn’t help the way his chest seemed to catch in his throat, Not from adoration as it usually did but from a deep set anxiety. 


Lance slowly stopped kissing Keith’s forehead when he woke up. He stopped cradling him in his arms as they sat through meetings, and when Keith confronted him about it? Lance ran.  

Lance barely remembers the conversation now. A few words he’ll regret here, a scream every now and then before he finally came out and said it.  

“I can’t do this anymore”  

At first Keith couldn’t seem to comprehend it before a look of agony and acceptance slowly settled in. Lance had expected screaming and and rage but all he received was a curt nod and simple

“I see”

before he turned around and walked away.

Keith didn’t sleep with Lance that night or any night following their break-up. 

Keith had taken his clothing and items from their shared room whilst Lance was showering one day. He went into the shower with his room still filled with Keith’s presence and returned to it hollowed out and empty. 


They still worked together well as a team but the banter and playful attitude that was usually present during their battles was absent. The team noticed of course and they worried but Keith and Lance were nothing if not stubborn and so they carefully made sure that Voltron was in no way affected by their split.

It continued like this for four years before Shiro and Keith got into their relationship.  

It had been agonizing, of course it was, but was Lance going to admit that to anyone? Then five years later Shiro and Keith are getting married in the castle with Coran officiating.

It was beautiful, of course it was, but Lance didn’t stay for long.
 
Now three years later, twenty years after they had left Earth, Lance is sitting alone in his home on Earth , reading through a history book. Occasionally he would have a visitor, whether it be the new Blue paladin, or Hunk checking in on him but otherwise he was relatively left alone.   

Keith had stopped by exactly once.

They had sat down at the dinner table and Lance without looking up from his cup of coffee had finally started the conversation that was twelve years overdue.

“I still love you”

“I know”  

“I wish I had never let you go" 

"I know" 

And that was it.  

They finished their drinks in silence, Keith had stood up, thanked him and left.

It wasn’t until he was cleaning up he noticed the piece of paper sticking out from underneath Keith’s tea cup.
 
It was a single photograph from twelve years ago, when they had been baby faced and in love.  

Lance was lying next to Keith in their bed fast asleep but Keith was awake and looking at Lance with an expression of total adoration.  
Lance stared at the picture for a long while before he carefully placed it in a photo album and sat down to do something he should of done twelve years ago.

Lance mourned for his lost love.

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Lit Meme → [8/10] Books: The Lost Crown by Sarah Miller

A flurry of panic erupts around me, but nothing penetrates. Only a haze of sounds brushes against me. Yelps from Mama, my sisters. Papa turning back to Yurovsky, his mouth moving. What? I can’t understand you. Read it again please. Yurovsky’s voice once more, like a needle on a gramophone. Papa, still asking, What? What? 
Another flash - Yurovsky and his squad answering with open fire. 
I cross myself and close my eyes. 
Where we go next, we go together.

and the lights they get stronger the longer that you have to wait (for the honor to be great)

Of course, just because Katsuki wanted him to become as strong as him didn’t mean the rest of the world did. Time was always moving onward, and people were changing to match the times, but there were always hard-headed stragglers who insisted their way of viewing the world was right, and the rest of them had all gone crazy. 

The third time Izuku had been told to give up the idea of going to U.A by a teacher and settle for finding himself a nice wife and dedicating himself to her, he’d realized that not all obstacles wore the same face. It wasn’t just the teachers that were against him - it was the heroes that told him he couldn’t stand on the same level as them because he was Quirkless, it was in the adults that looked at him with pity, and it was in his classmates that treated him like he was stupid. 

Regardless, he’d promised Kacchan they’d go to U.A together, and that’s what he’s going to do.

Read it on A03: link

Part 2 in the Take Me As I Am series.

CHAPTER 1

Orudera Middle School is a cesspit of weak-willed extras. Katsuki had known coming into this that the chances of him finding another Izuku were slim pickings, but he’d been optimistic that there would be someone here that would fit into the tiny two-man cluster he and Deku had going. Someone that, maybe while weak, had that same thing Deku had that made him want to drag the other boy up to his level instead of shoving him away. That fighting spark, that refusal to go away. 

But no, there’s no one like that in these halls. Just a bunch of limp-dicked pussies that don’t know the first fucking thing about what it means to be a Hero. What it means to be an Alpha. Even the fucking teachers are incompetent. It makes him want to kill things, and so far the only thing stopping him is Deku’s repeated glances at him, the ones that say please don’t make trouble. He’d be more tempted to ignore Deku and do just that if the knowledge that any trouble he makes inevitably falls back on Deku wasn’t buzzing in his mind at all hours like a swarm of hornets.

Because apparently everyone here is living back in the fucking caveman era instead of the 21st century, they’re all under the belief that Deku is his Omega, and that if Katsuki does something wrong, it’s automatically because Deku isn’t being a proper, obedient little Omega, so it’s all his fault. Murder isn’t good enough for this pack of dodo-brained fuckfaces, as far as Katsuki’s concerned. Even the teachers are of the opinion that Katsuki’s rebellious streak is nothing more than because he has a stubborn, willful Omega instead of some subservient little bitch that’s out of one of those disgusting smut books he’s seen in the romance sections of the library.

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FAVORITE OLICITY FICS:  Part II – Olicity Fandom Work

Warning: half of this list crushed my heart and danced on the left pieces

Favorite AU Fics:

I’m sorry there’re toooooo many

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I want to Thank every Olicity fic Writer out there because You are remarkable! You are making lives brighter even if it includes broken hearts more often than not! You are and always will be what a fandom needs the most! THANK YOU!

Stressed Out - Jack Maynard Imagine

Request (by @monavanderwaxl ) : not sure if you do personals but could you potentially do an imagine with Jack or Joe where I’m a mental health nurse (or student nurse as I currently am) and stressed with shifts and additional work etc. my names Becki if you wanna do personal but if not i don’t mind just something fluffy or whatever you think is best !! thank you ❤❤

A/N: Since it has been a while I’ve written a Jack imagine, I’ve decided to make this about him. I hope you don’t mind. Enjoy!

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“Becki, there’s a new patient coming in next week and you’ll be looking after him. I want you to read through his history and stuff over the weekend, so that you know what to expect, okay?”

“Yeah, of course.” You tried your best to crack a soft smile as your boss handed you a file the size of a university syllabus. You let out a deep sigh as you walked out the door. Thankfully you had the weekend off.

The ride to your apartment seemed to last forever, with traffic jams making you even more stressed as you already where. People behind you were beeping their horn, making you clench your hands around the steering wheel. It was making you angry and the thought of having to read that enormous file over the weekend wasn’t exactly helping. After working three night shifts in a row, you were exhausted and all you wanted to do was crawl in bed and sleep.

Two hours later than expected you closed the door of your apartment behind you and dropped the file on your kitchen counter. You grabbed yourself a cup of coffee and sat down sighing.

“Hey, you’re late. What took you so long?” Your boyfriend Jack greeted you with a smile.

“Traffic.” You replied whispering, barely audible.

“You alright? You seem a bit sad.” For weeks you had managed to hide the stress work gave you, as you had promised yourself you would never take work home. Your boyfriend noticing that you weren’t feeling well was the last drop that made the cup run over.

“No, I’m not.” You said with the tears floating over your cheeks. “All these shifts and extra patients coming in are giving me so much stress that I don’t know what to do anymore. I have to read this huge file over the weekend and I don’t even know if I’ll manage to do it or not, and I feel so stupid for crying over it.” You buried your face in your hands as you tried to swallow more tears.

“Awh, baby, come here.” Jack whispered as he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you, or at least tried to. You know that I have huge respect for what you do and I love to hear all about it. Even when it’s not all roses. I don’t like seeing you upset.”

“I just didn’t want to bother you, you also have your own stuff to take care off.”

“Becks, there is not a moment in time that you cannot bother me. You’re the most important person in my life and all I want is for you to be happy. Even if that means you wake me up at three in the morning, because you need me. I’ll always be there for you.” He kissed you softly on your forehead. You looked him in the eye and saw nothing but love.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“Don’t be. Here’s the deal: you are going to get changed right now, while I make you a nice cup of tea. Then, you’re going to let me pamper you for the rest of the day.”

“But the file…”

“No ‘but’. You still have tomorrow and Sunday to read it. You need to relax and I’m going to make sure you do.”

You smiled and pecked your boyfriend on the lips. You quickly changed into a comfy playsuit before going back to the living room, where Jack was welcoming you with a cup of tea. In the meantime he had closed the curtains and lit some candles, making your otherwise pretty basic apartment look like a romantic paradise.

“Welcome Miss, to Maynard Massages. Today we have for you a massage by our star masseur, Jack, followed by a home cooked meal, accompanied by a nice glass of wine. Afterwards we take you to our home cinema to watch one of those movies boyfriends usually don’t watch, but luckily for you, masseur Jack is all up for it. Take a seat.” You chuckled listening to his little speech.

As he started massaging your shoulders, you felt your whole body relax. For the first time in weeks you were feeling better again. You were finally able to take your mind of work and everything to do with it.

“How’s that feeling?”

“So much better. Thank you, Jack. You’re the best.” You said with a smile.

“Everything for my girl.” He whispered before kissing you on the lips and picking up right where he left off.

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A/N: Tadaaaaaaaaaaaa finally a new imagine online! I really hope you liked it. Please do tell me if you don’t, I’ll write you a new one then. I’m sorry it took me so long to write this one, I haven’t been feeling very well lately. Luckily I’m doing better now and I’m back to writing again. I do hope you liked it.

That being said: my requests are still open, so anyone feel free to send in one and I’ll write you an imagine as well :)


Originally posted by carcrashgirl-0nline

anonymous asked:

Any recs on the yoonseok yoongi falls for hobi first fics? Thank youu

adfhgtdyzeyh I ve read so much yoonseok , I dont remember much , but going through my reading history , these are my fav:

Let’s Try and Try Again by forjimin ( i love this one sm )

*Bright Light by  signifying_nothing 

*And all this devotion (I never knew at all) by  inkingbrushes

*He Will Be Loved by  teenuviel1227

I hope this is what you were looking for , anytime c:

HEY HETALIA FANS!! RUSSIA IS RELATED TO ITALY, ROMANO AND SEBORGA!!

It all started out with The Principality of Moscow!! Later named Muscovy by Tsar Peter the Great around 1700! and people say Sealand doesn’t have a chance… Well we didn’t doubt Muscovy!! Also Moscow is the “heir” to the (Eastern Roman Empire) Byzantine Empire’s capital Constantinople! (Later named Istanbul when it was taken over by the Ottoman Empire aka modern day Turkey) The Byzantine Empire was the east half of the Roman Empire… so for all of you Hetalians out there… you could say that Russia is related to Italy, Romano and Seborga and (I think this is right) Rome would be his Grandpa too!! meaning that Byzantine Empire would be his father and I think the Italy brothers would be his cousins? I say this because as Rome started to fall they divided into east and west so lets say that our beloved grandpa Rome is the west and we know Byzantine is the east! Muscovy (Russia) wanted the lands to its south and east so they married Grand Prince Ivan the 3rd to the last niece of the Byzantine Empire thus is why I said that Moscow (Muscovy/Russia’s capital) is the “heir” to Constantinople! Sadly at this point in history the Byzantine Empire’s capital Constantinople was already captured and long gone turned into Istanbul… meaning that (If we want to think about this from a Hetalia standpoint) Russia grew up on his own… alone and Byzantine Empire was dead and probably either didn’t tell Russia/Muscovy who he was related to or if he did Russia was just never introduced/allowed to be introduced to the Italy brothers or (even sadder…) Italy and Romano were never introduced to Russia and were not told that they were related to him… or (The worst situation) Rome did not want the Italy brothers to know that they were related to Russia because he didn’t want to be associated with the defeat of Constantinople which was, besides Rome the Christian capital of the world at this time, but after its defeat by the Ottoman Empire the city was quickly converted to the Ottoman’s primary religion which was(possibly still is? I don’t know about the present religion of Istanbul) Sunni Islam. To Rome this would be a major disgrace to be associated with. I DO NOT mean that to be disrespectful to anyone but the fact is that the Ottoman Empire and the Roman Empire did NOT get along and certainly did not share the same religious views.


I was just reading through my college history book and I thought that I would take a crack at making a headcanon that is backed up by history!!! But if you have evidence that this IS wrong please inform me and I shall change this!!

This is the most in-depth headcanon I have ever created!! If you like it and would like more just ask and I’ll see what I can do!! Also I felt bad for leaving all of you for so long.. so I hope you enjoy!!

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(I thought that I would add the notes that everyone added to this post because I thought they were really cool and everyone had great things to say!! Honestly I didn’t think anyone would respond and if they did I thought it would be negative or maybe someone liking it but this is great!!!! Also you all brought my attention to so many things I didn’t even know about Russia and various other nations so thank you to everyone and you can always keep adding things and I’ll try to add them to the post so they can be seen and not just hidden in the notes!!)

december-dragon added: I believe it was Peter the Great who named Russia an empire when he took power, rather than Muscovy which it had already been, because though it remained a tsardom Peter the Great wanted a title that was more European as he sought to westernize Russia.But aaahhh, it’s always so interesting to read about that early history- there really is such a close relationship between Russia and Byzantium, and the resulting relations are fascinating. Always great to read others spreading this history.

stautris added: I myself would recommend  reading about Russian and Scandinavian relationships at IX-X centuries.;)

(Thank you very much for the suggestion!! I shall see what I can find!! Right now my history book only told what I mentioned about Russia and Byzantine but I’m going to check into what you said!!)

thiscrazyhetalian added: Well wouldn’t he also be related to France (“Big Brother France” to N.Italy) and once it is canon and Moscow is the heir of the Eastern Roman empire , doesn’t this mean that he is related to Greece (and Possibly Cyprus ) too? This is really interesting and if you think about it, almost all nations have some kind of relation :) * the byzantine empire is mama Greece in canon i forgot to mention and now it doesn’t make sense But still if you think about it non-canon-icallly it still makes sense , like , i agree with the fact that Rome and the Byzantine empire could be brothers ,but in my headcanon the western and roman empire his sons and Romano is Byz.’s son while N.Italy is West’s son and thats how we got them calling the Roman empire “ Grandpa Rome” but anyway this is my HC they could possibly be brothers too. Also lets not forget that Spain might as well be a son of Rome , wow Russia has many relatives.

huggiebird added: I fully support this stuff. I do. But the person who wanted to Westernize Russia as well was Catherine the Second, of Russia.
She was very facinated by France and their ways~

(Indeed Catherine the Great was very influential in Russia’s history! you could say she greatly influenced Russia!! anyway thank you for adding Catherine because she was far to important for us to even think about forgetting!!) 

storm-fly  asked:

8. Were you ever going to tell me?

Misunderstanding 

Astrid sighed and looked away, keeping herself from gazing into her Dragon’s innocent eyes. “He’s an idiot.” She explained. “A lying idiot on top of that. A marriage contract with Cami? How could you keep that from me?”

Stormfly squawked, settling down into the soft grass a bit more before wrapping her tail about her rider, who was sitting beside her with her back against the dragon’s side. Astrid looked out at the ocean below the sea stack she and Stormfly were now seated on, regret and sadness in her gaze.

“I just… we’ve been dating for weeks now. So what, he’s gonna let me fall in love with him-”

Storfmly rolled her eyes, already knowing that Astrid had been in love with Hiccup for years now… they just hadn’t expressed their feeling until three weeks before.

“-then go and break up with me because he has to marry Camicazi? I mean- how could he!?” Astrid, in the quick moment of frustration picked up a pebble and tossed it in the air, letting it drop to the ocean. 

Astrid huddled into herself, her head dropping against her knees while her hands wrapped about her legs. A single tear trailed down her cheek, dribbling down into the corner of her mouth. “I love him, Stormfly. I just… I just can’t believe he’d hide this from me! Isn’t marriage kind of a big deal?”

Stormfly crooned sadly, bumping Astrid’s hand gently. 

“I just…” Astrid sighed, closing her eyes and letting the wind tickle her skin. “I just don’t know…”

“Astrid!?” came a shout from above, causing her to give a small jump in surprise, her fingers itching for her axe. “Astrid you out here!?”

She bit her lip and remained silent, hoping Hiccup would just fly off without noticing her-

“Stormfly!?”

Stormfly squawked and lifted her head, amiably giving away their hiding spot.

Astrid groaned and turned away when Toothless landed, Hiccup jumping to the ground and making his way towards her.

“Hey, Astrid? What’re you doing all the way out here?” He crouched down beside her, sitting comfortably before wrapping an arm loosely around her stiff shoulders. She went rigid, digging her teeth into her lip to keep herself from screaming at him to go away.

Hiccup seemed to realize something was wrong, for he pulled away and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. “Astrid?”

She opened her eyes and stared at him, removing her teeth from her lip so she could answer. “Go. Away.” She hissed before shrugging out of his hold. “I know, Hiccup, and I don’t want anything more to do with you.”

Liar. She said to herself mentally, but refused to voice any such thing out loud. Hiccup was already promised to somebody else, she had to act this way or things would just get all the more complicated. 

Hiccup’s face went void of all expressions for a moment, before it was filled with shock and confusion. “Wh-what? Why? I-I thought… what happened, what’d I do?”

“You lied.” She forced out, trying to keep calm. 

He blinked. “Wh-what? I’m confused, I don’t think I-”

“I know about Cami, Hiccup.” She said stiffly. She blinked back tears, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

HIccup’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “No, no, nononono, Astrid, that’s- what did you hear? Gods.” He ran a hand through his unruly hair, looking drained and panicked. “Did Snotlout-”

“Yes. Snotlout.” She whispered angrily. “Snotlout told me. Snot. Lout.” she spat the last words, now furious that it had been Hiccup’s cousin to relay the information, and not Hiccup himself. 

She tried to get out of his grip and stand to her feet, but Hiccup grabbed her shoulder and arm again, keeping her from escaping. 

“No, Astrid, listen. Snotlout probably told you Cami and I have a wedding contract- right?”

She nodded, the tears stinging her cheeks as the tears undauntedly streamed down. “Yes.” She whispered.

“He’s wrong.” Hiccup shook his head. “He forgot to tell you one very important bit of information.”

She grasped onto this small hope, desperately begging the gods that what Hiccup had to say would make all this right… that he hadn’t lied to her and that they could still go on being a couple, and perhaps someday wed.

“We broke that contract years ago.” Hiccup added. “Nobody knew about it- even I didn’t know about it- till about two years ago. Dad knew I wanted to make my own future and how much of a tradition breaker I was, so he ended the contract. Cami was actually overjoyed with it, because she’s found her own love. So the tribe’s peace treaty was settled, just without the wedding contract.”

Astrid blinked, joy filling her chest.

“Snotlout found out yesterday about it while reading through the history books.” Hiccup explained, not looking away, but instead staring at her with a calm and hopeful gaze. “He was just trying to get you mad.”

“He succeeded.” She quipped, a smile slowly spreading across her face. “Oh, Hiccup, I’m sorry- I-I should’ve known Snotlout-”

“Hush.” Hiccup pressed a finger to her lips, effectively silencing her. He too was smiling, albeit softly and apologetically. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you I suppose…”

“No, this is my fault.” She gestured to both of them, then the area about them. “I overreacted. I’m sorry.” 

Hiccup grinned and once again wrapped an arm about her shoulders, drawing her close to his side. “Eh, just a little misunderstanding.” He stated happily. “So… we’re good now, right?”

“Oh yes.” She whispered, smiling up at him, “Good as new…”


I’m sorry this was rather rushed and not all that great, but this was a rewrite because I lost the original version, so there’s my explanation, I’m sorry again :) I hope this wasn’t too crappy though…

And to those who’ve sent me prompt requests, thank you! I’m having so much fun writing them, especially since FF.net isn’t working at the moment. This really gives me something to do, and I’m really enjoying writing them. :D But I have quite a few to do, so I’ll probably only have the requests open for a little while longer, so if you have a prompt request send it now! :D

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yo ib history kids check this out

i was reading through one of the history subject reports and this is super relevant

  • Every essay provides a specific task for the candidate. Candidates need to identify the key terms in the question and plan an effective and relevant response accordingly. Question analysis means reading the entire question, breaking down the task into constituent parts or themes and then avoiding the temptation to produce an avalanche of information whose relevance to the specific demands is quite marginal.
  • 5-10 minutes writing a plan of the response is time well spent and can aid in providing a coherent and focused answer. Encourage candidates to include the plan within the exam answer booklet - having made sure to draw a line through the plan to indicate it is not part of the essay answer obviously.
  • In questions relating to Topic 3 - candidates must exercise great care in identifying whether questions are asking candidates to focus on rise or rule of single-party leaders - or both! Marks are lost by candidates who fail to identify the scope of these questions.
  • A thematic approach to essays, when appropriate, usually produces a more successful outcome. The chronological narrative often tends towards descriptive writing and curtails analytical treatment of topics.
  • Opinions need to be supported by relevant, accurate historical knowledge if candidates wish to achieve the higher grade bands. There is no substitute for mastery of the material and its focused deployment in the attempt to meet the demands of the task.
  • Define terms which appear in the questions - not only for the sake of examiners but in order to clarify the task at the outset for the candidate - “ideology”, “totalitarian”, “collective security” for example - need to be explained at the outset.
  • Historiography is not the be all and end all of history essay writing. It should not be a substitute/replacement for solid factual knowledge, accurate chronology and sequencing which must for the basis of any effective essays.