she had to run out of things to say

Am I the only one who feels like Kylo, Rey, and Finn are all three lost souls that are trying to figure out who they are? They’ve all now turned away from one life, Kylo from his Jedi past, Rey from Jakku, and Finn from the First Order and his life as a storm trooper. In all three cases none of them had any real say in those initial identities, Kylo was sent to Luke, Rey was left on Jakku to wait, Finn was taken and raised to do one thing.

They’ve all started trying to figure out who they are. I think Kylo thought he had, and is now in TLJ going to realize he still doesn’t know who he is or where he belongs. Rey is really adrift, not sure where she belongs or where she fits in. Finn, I suspect, still wants to run.

At the end of TLJ, I think all three of them are going to be finding themselves a lot closer to the answer of who they really are. 

My new meds make my skin throw a fit. It’s not terribly bad, just a few things here and there, but it’s bumming me out because I’ve never really had too many run-ins with acne.

My four-year-old sister, however, is under the impression that it’s just “3D freckles”, and that they look very, very pretty. She wants all of my freckles to “pop out”, especially the ones across my nose; they’re her favourite.

And it puts me in this weird position where I can’t say, “No, this is acne, and it’s bad,” because I don’t want to teach her that it’s a bad to have unclear skin, you know? I tried to tell her that my skin was sick because of the new medicine, but she was having none of it. She didn’t think they were any different than all of my literal, actual freckles, despite my efforts to delicately tell her otherwise.

Kids are weird.

The more I think about interactions I have with children, the more I realise that children will consistently compliment “flaws” until they’ve been taught not to.

Like, a kid at the library, whose sister has vitiligo, saw my scars once and suggested that his sister and I should be cats for Halloween, since I have “tabby skin” and she has “calico skin”. “I can be a black cat,” he immediately added. “It’s not AS cool, but they’re the spookiest.”

When I started losing weight, my little brother immediately demanded that I gain it back, because I wasn’t as comfortable to cuddle with anymore.

And my other little sister always wants to wear her paint-stained clothes to school so that “everyone can tell [she’s] an artist”.

I don’t know. I guess talking to little kids just reminds me that all of this superficial shit we worry about really is 100% made up.

I met the coolest woman the other day. This is Melissa. A woman who took over 50 years to be true to herself. I happen to crave a mimosa the other day and I happen to live right near a bar so I walked on in. Sat by myself, so did she. People were giving odd looks. She matched head to toe. Pink earrings, nails, shoes, dress, the whole nine yards. I complimented her dress and you wouldn’t believe the conversations we had after. About the gay bars in my city, political views, my past, her past, family, what made us, us. She waited until her fifties to come out as a woman. She was in the military, had a wife, kids, the macho man. She explained how over compensation was a huge thing in her life. She explain how she had lost a lot. A wife, her father, three of her kids wouldn’t talk to her. I explained how people’s initial reaction isn’t always their true feelings so give it time. She explained to me that it all just felt right. She has known for years. Her life came to a point where it was “come out or end it”. It truly saddened me. Someone who was a stranger to me but was so kind. Honestly we both just kept saying how happy we were to run into each other’s lives. I want you to all know sometimes kindness is all it takes. This woman felt out of place she said for years and me saying I liked her dress made her realize that she was more herself now than she had ever been. Please be supportive.

Did you ever have a genuine psychic/medium experience?

Although many readings can be attributed to cold readings or sheer coincidence sometimes it’s uncanny how accurate psychics/mediums can be. Here’s a collection of supposedly genuine experiences from threads. If you have an experience feel free to tag me @sixpenceee!

by reddit user Jinuxxx

I never believe in palm /card readings. I don’t actually believe in it nowadays. BUT when I was in 9th grade, my friend took me with her to a fortune teller so she can have her future read. Surprisingly she mentioned about her love dilemma, a blonde guy and dark haired guy. She was completely convinced about her reading powers while I was meh… We’re teenagers, it’s natural we’ll find ourselves in situations like this. And then she predicted the scores she’ll get at the exams when you finish high school (in our country there are some mandatory subjects for the exams, thus multiple numbers) she guessed that right. If I think really hard about probabilities and stuff I can find a logic explanation to that as well. 

by reddit user GoobyBear22

About 5 years ago I saw a psychic that a family friend had told me was the real deal. I went in skeptical and came out a believer.

She used tarot cards and knew things that could have been lucky guesses, like that I had just bought a house and was renovating it, but she also knew specific things that no one else could have known.

The most amazing part of the whole thing was that she knew that I had some complications with my hormones and had a surgery in the past that would make getting pregnant very difficult, but she told me Despite all this, I would have a baby later in life. Toward the end of the reading she hands me the tarot cards and tells me to shuffle them. Then tells me to ask three questions in my mind one at a time. I decided to really test her authenticity so the first question I decided to ask was am I going to have children, and halfway through laying the five cards down, she stops and looks at me and scolds me saying “I already told you that you were going to have one child!” hah this is when I knew.

by reddit user wobblerss

This was before I was born. My mom had a neighbor who was a grandpa who could see the future. He told my mom that my sister would be really sick when she became a preteen and not to worry because she’d be okay. When my sister was a preteen she was diagnosed with cancer and after a year and a half she was perfectly fine. My mom was pregnant with me when she met him again and he told her that I would be a c-section baby. My mom already knew this and said she had scheduled the c-section already since I was breach but he was adamant that she would have me on a certain day and that the c-section wouldn’t go on the planned day. I was born on the exact day he predicted.

Nothing too crazy but the fact that he knew that my sister would be sick and would be okay is crazy to me. He also didn’t want any money and approached my mom and asked if he could do a reading for her.

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Women’s Work

There is a story going around the interwebs about a pair of professionals who traded their electronic signatures for a few weeks and about how the male then discovered that the female was treated differently and about how hard women have it in the professional world.

It reveals how much trouble women have being taken seriously as experts. On anything. In reading the comments left on this story, I discovered the same sad narrative in nearly every one. Women, strong, intelligent women, were doubted at every step, on a daily basis, because no one believed they could possibly know what they were talking about.

Reading through these stories I thought, well, at least that doesn’t happen to teachers. As women in a traditionally female field, we are less likely to be immediately doubted when we speak, less likely to be dismissed purely because we are female.

Right?

Until it hit me.

The whole teaching profession is constantly being asked to see its manager. The whole profession is constantly being doubted. The whole profession is seen as being ill-informed. Teachers are never seen as experts. We are regarded as something between babysitters and lazy, spoiled whiners, who just want our summers off.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Teaching is seen, by in large, as a feminine pursuit. And as such, teachers, while well-educated, well-trained, and well-read, are seen as less PROFESSIONAL and worthy of respect than our counterparts in other fields. When people DO praise teachers it is often with the kind of nostalgic affection reserved for things which are cute and sweet, not with the kind of respect given to others in other, more male dominated fields.

Everyone thinks they know what is best for education. Education policy, education critique, education reform: all are dominated by a kind of condescending man-splaining which would be abhorrent and vilified were it not accepted as the status quo.

Watch the video of the president signing his nomination for Betsy DeVos. He says, “Betsy…education, right?” like it could be any little honorarium he is throwing to any billionaire with a checkbook. Because education doesn’t need to be overseen by an expert. It is just women’s work. Put a nice, grandmotherly looking, well-coiffed lady in charge and it’ll be all good.

And when I have spoken out against this (and I have pretty much not stopped doing so for awhile now) people have pointed out to me that you do not need to have been a teacher to run a the Department of Education.

Really? Why? Because the base assumption is that teachers do not really understand big, important things like running a government bureaucracy. Our only purvey is the classroom, which like the home is to be paid respectful lip service, but not to be seen as a venue for real work.

I have had WOMEN, whom I LOVE, say things to me about educators like, “He is trying to run a company and she is worried about pipe cleaner art. Not really the same thing.”

The whole problem with the way our country talks about teachers is that, by in large, we are seen as a group of women, and therefore, the work we do is not seen to be really that challenging. There are whole books and television shows dedicated to the idea that a man, having excelled in another field, can stop by a classroom for a short period, for the purpose of entertainment or self-gratification, and somehow this is okay. No one thinks this about courtrooms or operating theaters.

I wonder why.

FACTS ABOUT CONNOR MURPHY (spoilers)

So I have decided to post all the facts and hints about Connor Murphy’s past that are shown in the musical. It’s hard to make out considering people in the fandom usually focus on the lies Evan tells to figure out Connor’s personality.

To get this conclusion (which I will post in a second) I literally skipped all scenes concerning Evan’s lies and went directly to the Murphy family and what they say. None of these facts/hints involve what Evan said about Connor.

First of all, I’ll say now that I have put my own interpretation on each of these facts.

And so, I will put all FACTS in BOLD.
Anything out of bold is my own interpretation and how I see it to be. It’s up to you to agree with me or disagree.

First, I will post my conclusions on each family member, and then afterwards, I will post the reasons for each one.

Zoe

Zoe was an emotional and verbal abuse victim. There is no evidence of physical abuse, although there were threats that could have potentially led to that. She has all the right to not grieve over Connor, in all honesty, she could have sent him to the police for what he did, but as an abuse victim, that is very hard to do. Connor was probably the cause of most of her insecurities and she hated him for that. The unhealthy habit of taking out his anger on the nearest person to him probably made him lash out at his sister whenever he had a panic attack. Judging by how he really did care enough to keep the creepy letter about his sister, written by Evan, in his pocket for 3 days before he committed suicide, it’s safe to say that he really regretted being mean to his sister and actually cared about her.

Connor’s mom, Cynthia

Connor’s mom was a woman obsessed with reputation. She’s known as the rich man’s wife, and wants more than anything to be a regular family. But because her son had mental illnesses, her perfect image was ruined. She acted as though she was there for him but when it came down to it, she did nothing. She pushed for therapy but after a while, her husband took him out of it because “it wasn’t worth the money,” and she basically went, “welp, I tried.” I will quote what I say later: Connor’s mom might not actually be sad that her son is gone, but rather, she’s ashamed that her family actually doesn’t care. It seems like Connor’s mom is filled with regret for not being there for her son, and she’s forcing her family to act like they regretted it too, because that’s what a real family should have been like. But this is only a personal theory.

Connor’s dad, Larry

Connor’s dad might be one of the main sources of his depression. It is very obvious to me that Connor’s dad believed him to be a disappointment. He didn’t grieve for his dead son and only played along to make his wife happy. He’s annoyed by the whole situation. It even seemed like he hated the fact that there was fake remnants of his son in Evan. Almost like he wished Connor wasn’t friends with Evan so he could just forget all about him and not need to deal with it. At some point he was a kind father. When they went to the orchard together for picnics, it seems like they were a happy family. Connor’s dad had played with their toy plane together and had some great memories. The whole family practically forgot about this, though. Connor’s dad didn’t cry at his own dead son’s funeral. I think that sums it up.

Connor Murphy

Connor was a complicated person. He had many different mental illnesses. I could research which ones he probably had, but there’s probably already a post somewhere on it already. One thing for sure, is that he was unstable. He might not have been like that his whole life, but at the time of knowing him, the time he was briefly alive in the show, he was incredibly unstable. Everything and anything could set him off, and he probably hated that about himself as well. Pushing away everyone near him that could possibly help and hating himself for doing so, spiraling himself into a closed minded world of self-hate and regret, which is something that many people can relate to, including me. He did a lot of horrible things to his sister and to his family. I don’t blame his family for not actually grieving him, he was a really bad person. The problem is, he could have been a good person as well. He had all the potential to get better. He talked to Evan, probably wishing to say sorry about pushing him earlier in the hall. He was trying, he wanted to try. He wanted to get better. He just gave up too soon.

This post is very long! I’m sorry. If you’d like to read more, I’m putting the reasons I’ve come to these conclusions under the cut.

Remember, ALL FACTS ARE IN BOLD. Anything else is my personal interpretation.

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Makeup Marichat May, Day 11. Age-up Marinette!

Title: Change
Word Count: 1,934

It’d been a while since he really saw her last. After they’d gone off to university, he’d had a hectic schedule that didn’t allow him much time to socialize with his friends from middle school or high school. Plus, with Nino away in Spain, and Alya’s web journalism internship they hardly had a chance to all get together.

Seeing her now, sitting on her balcony quietly consumed in sketching, Chat Noir was hit with an overwhelming wave of nostalgia.

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The Transfer

The Transfer (m)

Word count: 9.4k

Genre/Warnings: language, angst, smut, dirty talk

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Summary: You’re a sophomore in college who always runs away from relationships. That is until you meets Jung Hoseok, the South Korean transfer who shows you what a relationship can be. Although you know it’s wrong since he’s your best friends Jimin’s new roommate.

(Again this is my old story from my Wattpad (5sos version on there) but I wanted a Hoseok story and to finish this one.) Plus I was listening to Selena Gomez’s song, Bad Liar and yeah.

Parts: two


“Kook?” you yelled threw the apartment. You waited until he answered, “Yes Puddin’?” He yelled back.

“Do you need me to wash any clothes for you? I have a little more room in the washer!”

“Yes, one second!” You heard him shuffle in his room grabbing his hamper. He walked through the den and kitchen to the laundry room. “Thank you, Puddin’.”

“You know Jimin called me Puddin’ the other day,” you said taking his clothes out and sticking them into the washing machine.

“That’s my nickname for you!” He pouted, leaning against the door frame.

It was true, ever since sixth grade. You never wanted anyone to call you by your name for some reason. You thought it might have been some teen rebellion thing. So when you came to school one day with a Harley Quinn shirt on Jungkook took that as the chance to call you puddin’ and it just stuck. You two had been best friends since and now you were in college together. It was your sophomore year at the University and you loved it. Your parents had also found the two of you an apartment close to the school, so you could “stick together,” as your parents called it. They always thought you two would end up together but you two were too close for that. You loved Jungkook but you could never be in love with him.

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The Jealousy’s Evening

for the anon who sent in this amazing prompt, thank you! 


Today wasn’t Castiel’s favorite day. The past few days hadn’t been his favorite day. A lot of things were currently not okay and all he could do was fake a smile and get on with school, with life.
It wasn’t that he was allowed to complain - in the end Dean had never been his in the first place. But seeing him kiss Lisa… it hurt. It hurt seeing them together, so close and happy. 

Of course, Castiel didn’t have any feelings for Dean, he was just upset that he was losing his best friend. They had been close for a long time, stayed over at each other’s houses a lot, slept in the same bed, shared clothes and did everything together. They were inseparable, until Dean started dating Lisa. 

For Castiel it had been out of nowhere when Dean had told him he and Lisa were a thing. At first, he’d just been slightly annoyed, but when days passed he began to realize how much it influenced him and his friendship with Dean. Way more than he wanted to admit. 

He just wanted the old Dean back, spend time with him doing nothing- hang out on the roof and talk about school or Dean’s father being a dick and Gabriel who’d stolen from the candy shop. That was ages ago and Cas was probably never getting that back.

Dean never wanted to hang out and ‘do nothing’, had not once suggested to take a ride with the Impala and watch the sunset while sipping beer as they sat on the hood of the car. The only thing that was the same, were them staying over at each other’s houses, doing homework together and their movie night on Friday. 

At least, Castiel thought.

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Sirens Call

Summary: Being Lydia Martins cousin, but you are different from her you are something else entirely. Being Derek’s ex lover may get in the way of helping the pack.
Requested: Sort of.
Warnings: None.
A/N: So this might suck but I kind of liked the idea I hope you enjoy and feed back is welcomed. Part 2 upon request.


I sighed running my fingers through my hair as the other held the steering wheel in place, returning to Beacon Hills was not what I really wanted but my cousin Lydia needed my help. With me being a few years older than her I had left Beacon Hills right after I graduated, there are many reasons why I left one of them was all the supernatural chaos that was in town. The other being I didn’t know how to control what I was, with me not knowing how to control what was inside me led me to believe that I wasn’t any help being there, so I ran. I pulled into the driveway of the building I was about to meet everyone in, I recognized it as Derek’s loft, I had been there many times before I left. I turned off my car and sat there for a while biting my lip and trying to figure out what I would say to them after being gone for two years, though I knew what was going on with them considering Lydia always kept me up to date.  
I finally got the courage to get out of my car and walk into the loft, when I got up to Derek’s place I saw everyone standing around and chatting. There was some not so familiar faces which I figured were the new members of Scott’s pack, I walked in my fingers fiddling with each other. “Hey guys.” I said softly once I was in view of everyone. “Y/N!!” Lydia smiled running to me and giving me a hug. She then started to introduce me to the new faces of the pack, I smiled politely and looked around my heart felt like it stopped when I locked eyes with the person I left all two years ago. His greenish-blue eyes bore into me and made me shift slightly, the intensity almost made me pass out I could tell by the look on his face that he was both confused and slightly hurt at my return. I mouthed a soft hello which he then returned with a curt nod, I looked down my feet suddenly becoming interesting.  
“Okay Y/N, I know you are probably wondering why I asked you back but we need your help desperately. I heard from Lydia that you figured out what you are and how to work whatever it is that you have and maybe you could help us, you see there are these dread doctors we defeated them once before but somehow they came back.” Scott spoke, I looked at him chewing on the inside of my cheek. “I don’t know how much help I can be. I’m a Siren, Scott do you know what that means? My song leads people to their death, the only positive part of this is that I can see your past and your future but that’s it.” I said seriously. “If I hurt one of you I don’t know what I would do.” I continued shaking my head. “Let me get this straight you brought a succubus to Beacon Hills? Are you kidding?” I heard Peter say making me growl and turn to face him. “I’m not a succubus Peter they are different, and if I was one you would know it.” I glared at him and folded my arms across my chest. “Y/N but you can lure them here and helps us defeat them.” I heard Lydia say. I sighed in defeat and rolled my eyes. “Fine but after that I’m gone.” Just as I had I said this I locked eyes with Derek again making him scoff and shake his head. “Always running, things get to tough then you run. You haven’t changed a bit.” He spat making everyone’s eyes advert between the two of us. “We are going to leave you two alone. Y/N I have a room set up for you at my place when you are ready.” I heard Lydia speak as she ushered everyone out of Derek’s loft, and I watched as Malia grabbed Peter’s arm and pull him out of the loft as well.  
I finally looked back up at Derek after hearing the metal door shut, our eyes locked like we were talking only with our eyes. “Listen Derek. I’m sorry okay, what more do you want me to say? I left yes but I needed to figure out who or what I was.” I said softly biting my lip. “You left me when I needed you, you were my anchor Y/N and when you left every part of me did as well.” He said closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, this action made me scuff. “You are not one to be sentimental what is making this any different Der, you never once showed me that I was your anchor.” I growled walking towards him with my finger pointed out. “I loved you and you know that, I left because of what was going on. You shut me out when things started to get worse with all of the supernatural shit an-.” I was  cut off mid-sentence by the warm pair of lips I have craved since I left, it didn’t take me long to melt into the kiss my hands gripping his shirt. When his hands found my hips is when I snapped out of it and pushed him way, it took all I had not to push him against the wall and kiss him again. But I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t let myself be pulled back in again. “I know what you are doing Derek, it’s not happening screw you. You can’t change my mind.” I said starting to walk away. “I will find a way even if it kills me.” I heard him whisper as I walked out of his loft and into my car.

We Are Young: Chapter 11

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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Silence. All Aelin could hear was silence.

Well, besides the wind blowing past the car and the other cars on the road. But other then the sounds from the outside world, all she could hear was silence.

Neither she or Aedion spoke as they drove down the road. Aedion simply kept his eyes forward, never glancing over at her once. Even the radio was off, and neither one of them moved to turn it on.

It had been just over a week since Sectionals. Since Aelin skated her two worst skates in years. Also since Aedion had to watch a pregnant Lysandra skate. It had been weeks at that point since Lysandra told him she was pregnant. Since he found out he was going to be a father at eighteen.

So you could see why neither cousin was really in the mood to have a conversation.

Aelin sighed, turning to look out the window.

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Perfect Strangers (Part 2): Coffee, Tea, or Pumpkin Spice Latte

Title:  Perfect Strangers (Part 2): Coffee, Tea, or Pumpkin Spice Latte

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  Bucky Barnes is the consummate ladies man, a different girl every night, no lasting relationships. You are a painfully shy bookworm terrified of getting involved with someone for fear of getting hurt. When the two of you literally run into each other, sparks fly.

Sequel to Three’s Company

Master Post

Characters:  Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers

Word Count:  2566

Warnings: mild language

Author’s Notes: Thank you to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan and @climbthatmooselikeatree for your invaluable help and contributions.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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Jaune: blatantly disrespects Weiss’s space on multiple occasions, ignores her when she asks him to go away or leave her alone, brushes Pyrrha off entirely when she says hello

Jaune: cares more about his pride than his and Pyrrha’s lives

Jaune: brushes off Cardin’s violent racism as him just being “a jerk to everyone”

Jaune: lied to get into a school he had neither the tactical skill, combat ability/experience, nor intellect to actually qualify for, all for the sake of his man pride

Jaune: refused to communicate with his teammates to any degree while being blackmailed by Cardin, for the same thing he had already openly told Pyrrha

Jaune: almost outed Blake as a faunus, loudly, in the school library, and didn’t even apologize

Jaune: continued to bother Weiss despite her disinterest, later expressed that he wasn’t surprised but went ahead and tried anyway

Jaune: ignored Pyrrha’s obvious feelings of discomfort when he talked about Weiss in favor of wallowing in his own dejection, despite the effort Pyrrha put into caring about his feelings

Jaune: laughed off the thought of himself wearing a dress, assumed Pyrrha would only date guys, implied dancing was “girly” or “unmanly”

Jaune (and Neptune): casually discuss women as objects to be owned

Jaune: went to combat school for almost a year, with lessons from a world renowned champion fighter on the side, and still is so useless as a fighter his own team had no faith in him

Jaune: stops a fight, being viewed by an audience and broadcast to the world, to argue maneuver nicknames with his team, and gets angry when the opposing team calls him out on it

Jaune: interrupts a moment between Ruby and Pyrrha, after Pyrrha had accidentally “killed” one of Ruby’s close friends, to say the same thing Ruby was saying

Jaune: didn’t notice Pyrrha’s feelings for him until she kissed him, and instead of calling Glynda, whose number he had and after having been instructed to do so, called Weiss to cry and threw his scroll away

Jaune: is given the role of strategist despite his strategies amounting to “hit it harder” and “run in a circle”

Jaune: calls a ponytail a “warrior’s wolftail” because it sounds manlier

Jaune: is the only one who whines about “losing everything” even though Ruby, Nora, and Ren have all lost more than him

Jaune: gets angry at Qrow for explaining everything he had wanted to know, is the only one who still gets to be upset about Pyrrha’s death even though Ruby was the only one who actually saw it

Jaune: still has not discovered his Semblance, despite over a year of combat training and actual battles and a number of experiences qualifying as traumatic

Jaune: is, time and time again, a useless character with almost no fighting ability and annoying at best behavior, yet continues to take the spotlight as if he is the main character rather than Ruby and her team

some of y'all: omg I love Jaune!! he’s grown so much uwu Arkos forever!!1!

sandy hook witness reports

many people who were present during the shooting at sandy hook elementary school reported that the gunshots sounded like “popping” noises or something hitting metal.

a presumed worker at sandy hook hid herself and a student in a class bathroom, which was next to classroom eight, and heard the shooter saying things like “shut the fuck up,” “look at me,” “look at them,” “come over here,” “you’re an asshole.

one teacher stated that she heard someone running down the hallway while yelling “don’t fucking move.

a survivor who was a student at sandy hook reported that a teacher (who is unnamed) had lined the students up against the classroom wall. the shooter then “busted in” the room and started shooting. the student was hiding behind a desk and saw the teacher fall down. as the shooter was reloading his gun, students took the chance to run out of the classroom. while the student was running, he saw smoke as well as bodies and blood in the hallway.

dollar - peter parker

Dollar- ((Tom Holland)) Peter Parker x Reader | 3rd Person

Prompt: “For just a buck you get the name and number of your one true soulmate.” (inspired by/quote from 13rw)

a/n: (DAY 3 OF THE 7DOS!!) i really liked how this turned out :) also i love 13rw and the dollar valentines was too cute of an idea to pass up!


(Y/N) walked to school that day, dreading what was there to come. It was valentine’s day, which meant couples giving gifts, people openly making out in hallways, and the “Oh My Dollar Valentines”.

The “Oh My Dollar Valentines” were an event held by the cheerleaders each year in attempts to raise money for their cheer squad. The concept was simple, you fill out a survey and the cheerleaders match you up with someone. If you pay one dollar, you get the name and number of you “one true soulmate”, and for five dollars you get the names and numbers of your top five people. 

Every year, it was a huge thing at (Y/N)’s school, and every year she would participate. It was truly impossible to escape the many cheerleaders asking if you would fill out your survey and pay. Each time she filled out the survey and received her “true soulmates” it would be some dickhead that didn’t give a single shit about anything except for themselves and how many girls they’ve hooked up with. 

All those other years, (Y/N) would fill those quizzes out as if she were someone else. She would pretend she was some shallow girl who was bitchy and rich. This year, however, she would fill it out honestly. This year she planned on getting a real answer.

Walking to the front of the school, the Oh My Dollar Valentines booth was set up, and cheerleaders were everywhere, smiling brightly and asking people if they wanted to fill out the survey and pay a dollar. (Y/N) hadn’t even walked five steps on campus before she was stopped by someone.

“Do you want to do the Oh My Dollar Valentines?” spoke a cheerleader. 

(Y/N) looked up at the girl, it was someone she knew from a class or two, and smiled, “Sure!”

The girl looked happy and handed her a paper, “Do you want your one true soulmate or your top five?”

“I’ll just do the one,” (Y/N) stated, “I’m feeling lucky.” With that said, she handed the girl a dollar bill she fished out of her backpack, and walked to the booth. 

Reading through the questions, (Y/N) answered all of them honestly. She wrote her name and phone number at the top as neatly as she could so nobody could mistake the numbers for others. For no real reason (Y/N) other than sheer curiosity, just wanted to know if there was a guy at that school that wasn’t a complete fuckboy, or a complete dick for that matter.

Handing the paper to the cheerleader collecting papers, the girl thanked her and turned away. (Y/N) started walking towards the school, now waiting for either a phone call or someone to give her a sheet with her “true love”.

(Y/N) walked she passed Peter, a boy she didn’t know too well but had seen around. Though (Y/N) had never really talked to him, Peter had developed a crush on her. He thought it was stupid, but his feelings persisted. He stared at her as she walked, maybe for a second too long, but fortunately his friend didn’t notice.

Him and his friend had to part ways, as his class was on the other side of the school, but Peter was soon met by a cheerleader asking him to participate in the Oh My Dollar Valentines. What the hell he thought, paying his dollar and filling out his form. He didn’t really think much of it, but Peter secretly hoped that it would say (Y/N) (L/N).

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Say my name.

Pairing : DeanxReader, Sam
Word count : 1,625
Author : Mel

A/N : this is what happens when I have to pee at 4am, and my kid’s radio is playing “Say my name.” by Destiny’s Child.



You were sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the floor and trying to keep your nerve when the Impala pulled in outside. You waited quietly and patiently for them to come into the room. You hoped they didn’t get hurt on this hunt, or your nerve would be gone. Holding your breath as their boots came loser to the door, you glanced up as it finally opened and Dean walked in smiling, with Sam behind him.

“Hey baby.” Dean grinned at you. Both boys looked unhurt, which gave you a sense of relief for just a moment, but you didn’t miss how Sam instantly furrowed his brows at the sight of you.

“What’s my name, Dean.”

“What?” His smile was gone and he was confused.

“Say my name.”

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P.S. I Never Told You

*click through to read on ao3

written by: Lexi | @goldenheadfreckledheart

prompt: A piece of paper attached to the pillar. It reads, ‘p.s. I was falling in love with you.’ @oftheskyepeople

word count: 5315


“You left her a note? How old are you?”

“I can’t tell if you’re implying I’m immature or old and out of touch.”

On the other end of the call, Octavia sighs. “Both, probably.”

“Your support is always appreciated.”

“Bell-,”

“I know it’s stupid.” He admits with a sigh of his own, rubbing a hand over his eyes. “But when have I ever not been stupid about her?”

His sister is silent for a moment, a confirmation.

“You said she went there all the time right?” she finally asks.

“Yeah, even before we were friends.”

“So she’ll probably go back. And she was friends with you, so who knows? Maybe she’s into that kind of inept flirtation.”

He wants to argue—but, “That’s really the only kind I’ve got.”

“Good luck, Bell.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Bellamy became friends with Clarke Griffin in the way that feels like a whirlwind but was actually a fairly basic, linear series of events, starting two years ago:

He moves to the city, fresh out of undergrad, to work as a glorified assistant at the city library archives. Which isn’t to say that the library isn’t great, but Jaha doesn’t trust him with doing any original research yet, so Bellamy spends most of his time filing or verifying details on the other archivists’ research.

It’s a start, is what he keeps telling himself. Octavia’s got an amazing scholarship to a school in California; she’s having the time of her life. Which means Bellamy can stop worrying about her and work towards having a career he actually loves, instead of working as many jobs as possible, on top of balancing classes.

He’s still getting used to it.

It’s raining when he meets Clarke, the first rain of the fall, and he obviously didn’t think to check the weather that morning, so his walk home from the library is decidedly dreary.

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For anon…reader is Tony’s daughter as requested. This imagine has mentions of an abusive relationship. I will place a ‘keep reading’ line in order to avoid accidental reading. You’re beauties’s health is much more important than my writing.

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I Blame Tessa - Tom Holland

A/N: Yay! I’m back after weeks!! School has been killing me right now but its almost over!! I have been writing a story on my Wattpad and I haven’t posted it yet but I will post this chapter that’s in the story so you guys can tell me whether I should post it or not cause I’m not sure if I should. But I hope you enjoy it :) 

note: REQUESTS ARE OPEN! I DON’T DO SMUT!!!                                                   IF YOU’RE NOT SURE OF A CELEB / FANDOM JUST ASK ;)

Summary: Since you’re the Holland’s exchange student you’re put in charge of babysitting Paddy while everyone else is out. You take a shower and come back to find some things missing…

P.S: Paddy probably would never do this but hey! It’s a fan fiction nobody cares!

WARNINGS: Swearing, nudity


Originally posted by smilexcaptainx

“We’ll be back soon and Sam should be back soon with Harry and Tom.” Nikki says trying to reassure you. You’d only been here for about a week and you barely knew the family so there were still some boundaries. You’d meet Dom, Nikki, Sam and Paddy but hadn’t met Tom and Harry yet as they were away for Tom’s premiere’s. You knew what they looked like though due to the many family photos around the house and you also had to thank google. 

“Yeah that’s fine. Do you mind if I take a shower though? I’m sure Paddy will be fine for five minutes without me supervising him.” You ask as you wanted to make a good impression on the rest of the family.

“Of course my dear! Just tell Paddy your having one otherwise the water might go cold if he uses the taps.”

“Okay thank you!” You say as she walks out the door. “Paddy! I’m going to have a shower!” You yell out through the yet still unfamiliar house.

“Yep!” He shouts back from his room. You walk down the hall to where your room was and set out some clothes from your suitcase. You still hadn’t unpacked since you still hadn’t recovered from jet lag, you were too lazy and the Holland’s had a very busy schedule so you didn’t have the time either.

You go to the bathroom and lock the door behind you. You get undressed while humming a random tune to yourself before realizing you’d left your clothes still on your bed. You had a mental argument whether you should walk down the hall with your towel wrapped around you or just leave it. You decided to just leave it.

You’d fully washed yourself and shaved and you felt amazing. It was one of those random moments where you felt very attractive and thought you could “slay” anyone and rock any clothing you wanted. You walked down the hallway and got to your room and noticed straight away that your clothes were gone. You turned to look next to the door where your suitcase usually sat and it wasn’t there, only a pair of black underwear sat in it’s place. 

You put them on to make you feel slightly better about how exposed you were before yelling “Paddy!! Where are my clothes!!” Running to his room, clinging onto the towel for dear life you find him sitting on his bed reading.

“Why would I have your clothes?” He says trying to hide his laughter.

“Because they’re not where I left them, and you’re the only other person in this house.”

“Ask Tessa.” He says not looking up from his book. 

“Tessa? Isn’t that your dog?” You ask raising a brow at him. 

“Yeah she likes to steal our clothes sometimes.“ 

"Tessa!!” You call out in a high pitched voice, trying to get her to come to you to see if Paddy is actually telling the truth. The little grey dog comes walking down the hall with your bra strapped onto her like they’re some headgear or glasses with your black long sleeved top tied around her neck like a cape. "Paddy! What did you do to the poor dog?!“ You say trying to approach the dog but she runs away wagging her tail excitedly heading for the front door. 

"I didn’t do anything!” He claims but the grin on his face tells you otherwise.

“Can I least have my pants?” You ask.

“No.” He says finally opening up to his mischief.

“I’ll just use one of Sam’s sweatpants and shirts then.”

“That’s fine by me. I’ll just tell him you have no bra on.” Paddy smirks. 

“Gosh you’re such a boy.” You sigh trudging off to find Tessa t see if you can at least gain your bra. You find her on the couch and as you approach you you never hear the front door open, making her run off again. 

You chase after her, holding your towel against your body for dear life. But as she goes around the corner towards the front door, you collide with something, well… more like someone. You grip onto them for balance and for that split second you realize what may happen. Which it never did as your two colliding bodies stopped the towel from fully dropping, your two bodies squished together being the only thing holding your towel up. 

“Don’t move.” You say sternly, not bothering to look up to see who it is as it’s already embarrassing as it is. Your arms wrapping around their waist and clinging there to save yourself from embarrassment. Your head practically burying itself into their muscular chest.

“This is a awkward introduction isn’t it.” The person chuckles, their chest vibrating as they laugh. You breathe their cologne in that smells amazing and is like heaven has been poured upon them. 

“Why did Tessa have a bra on her… oh.” A boy who sounds much like Sam says as walks around the corner, you look up slightly to see another boy who looks extremely similar to Sam and they’re holding your bra. 

“I’m guessing you’re Harry.” You say with a slightly muffled voice due to your obstacle, knowing Sam had a twin and the boy looked extremely like him.

“Yes. You must be our exchange student.” He chuckles.

“Yes. I’m sorry for this introduction, I’m not usually half naked.” You say trying to lighten the mood. Making the boys laugh.

“It’s a first.” The boy you’re hugging laughs. He moves causing you to gasp as your afraid your towel will fall. “It’s alright love, I’m just helping you cover up a little.” He says reassuring you before grabbing the corners of your towel and helping wrap it around your body. Tucking the little corners into itself so it doesn’t fall.

“Thanks.” You mutter finally looking up at the boy you ran into. He was obviously Tom as there were no brothers left to name and he looked better in person. His brown eyes were the first thing you noticed and they were most gorgeous things you’d ever seen.

“I’m Y/N by the way.” You say extending a hand for a handshake while the other held onto the front of your towel as an instinct. Tom takes your hand with a strong grip and shakes it.

“Tom.” He says giving you a small smile.

“So how’d you get into this situation?” Sam asks smiling at you. Knowing how clumsy you are as you’d tripped over Tessa many times over the past week.

“I blame Paddy. I had a shower and be hid my suitcase and clothes I had set out. Putting some of them on poor Tessa.”

“Bloody hell. He’s never usually like this.” Tom mutters under his breath, putting a hand through his curly locks. “Paddy!” He yells, footsteps are heard coming down the hall almost automatically.

“How long have you been here?” Harry asks.

“A week at most.”

“Tom! You’re home!” Paddy says running up and hugging his older brother.

“Yes and its nice to see you two but I come home to find you’ve been up to mischief.”

“Not really.” Paddy mutters.

 “So stealing someone’s clothes while they’re in the shower is a not really?”

Paddy points to the dog that still has your long sleeved top on as a cape and says…

"I blame Tessa!”

Harry and Sam burst out laughing at their brother’s statement while Tom holds it in.

“You blame Tess?” Tom asks with a small grin on his face as he tries to hold it in.

“Yes! And Y/N! She left the clothes out where Tessa could reach.”

“What about my suitcase?” You pipe up.

“I put it under the bed so you wouldn’t trip!”

“You could have at least left my bra as well Paddy! I was running around the house after Tessa practically butt naked! I only had a towel and some underwear to keep me covered!

“You could have stolen one of Harry or Sam’s jumpers and sweatpants first then chased Tessa.”

“Why didn’t I think of that?!.” You curse under your breath. Making the boys laugh. “Mind you running without a bra on is the worst thing ever!” You say making the boys laugh harder. 

“What are you lot laughing about?” Dom asks as he comes in the front door.

“Nothing. Just some awkward introductions and stupid mistakes.” You say laughing slightly as this is probably going to be an inside joke now with your new family.

The Hated Women of Fandom

Mary Watson wakes in a white room, sitting in a plastic chair. She’s surrounded by girls and women, some of whom are drinking heavily. There’s a banner hanging overhead, which reads Female Characters Anonymous. A redheaded teenage girl pats her on the knee.

“Don’t be frightened. We’ve been expecting you.”

“Where am I?” Mary asks.

The girl raises an eyebrow. “You don’t know?” She spreads her arms out. “This is the place where good female characters come to die.”

Mary frowns. “Oh, because I died in my show?”

Everyone laughs.

“Honey, I wish!” A woman with dark eyeliner calls out. 

“Ignore Lexa. She’s still angry about the bullet thing.” The teenage girl looks Mary up and down. “Then again, you would know something about that, wouldn’t you?”

“About what?”

“Oh, you know. Being killed off for drama. Or in your case, man pain.”

“Don’t get me started on that,” a woman to Mary’s right grumbles. She’s got bright red hair and a shirt that says Supernatural: Was it ever a good show?

“That’s Charlie. She had a good run until the writers didn’t know what to do with her.”

Mary, who’s starting to get an idea about where she is, shakes her head with a little laugh. “No, you must be mistaken. I was a good, strong character. I don’t belong here”

A few chuckles at that. Someone mutters, “I’ve heard that one before.”

The teenage girl gives her a sympathetic smile. “Have you taken a look at the fandom lately? They hate you. Always have.”

Mary frowns. “But–”

“I know it must be hard to understand at first, but let’s face it. You were an imperfect female character. You had flaws and a dark side, which would have been fine, if you hadn’t posed a threat to the Main Ship.”

A cold wind passes through the room. Everyone shudders. 

“The what?”

“Johnlock. The ship of an era.”

“Oh, that,” Mary says with a smile. “That’s perfectly fine! There’s no reason to hate me just because you ship Johnlock.”

“No, it’s not that. Some of the fandom, certainly not all of them, hate you because in their eyes, you’re the thing that’s blocking them from easy access to their ship. Trust me, I have experience with this.”

Mary squints at the girl. “Who are you?”

The girl smiles. “I’m Ginny Weasley.”

“Oh. Oh, dear.”

“Yup. I’m a bit of an old-timer around here. Boy, I cannot even begin to tell you the number of Drarry fanfics wherein I either cheat on Harry with Dean, turn into a monstrous bitch, or simply disappear altogether.”

“Don’t forget the ones where you start dating Neville for no reason!” A woman shouts out.

Ginny laughs a bit. “Those are usually alright. I have to go somewhere, right?”

Mary is starting to panic a bit. “I…I don’t think I understand.”

Ginny nods. “Don’t worry. There’s someone whom I think you should meet.” She pulls Mary to her feet and leads her towards a dark corner in the room. “This girl hasn’t been here for as long as me, but she’s certainly suffered worse. She not only got in the way of a Main Ship, but a canon Main Ship. And a straight one, at that. She’s been shat on, villainized, ignored, pretty much everything in the book. A true warrior of her time.”

Mary starts to get nervous as they approach this girl. She’s seated at a bar, head down on the counter, twirling a paint covered finger around a whiskey glass. 

When they’ve reached her, Mary clears her throat. “My name is–”

“I know who you are.”

“Oh. Well, who are you?”

After a moment’s pause, the girl downs the whiskey in one gulp, and slams the glass on the counter. She slowly turns to fix Mary with a battle-hardened stare. “My name, is Rachel. Elizabeth. Dare.”