sometimes so loud you can hear it

.: how to catch a nerd 2 :.

this series is going to be my favorite thing to write tbh ♡

Since I’ve got so many readers hyped for this story, here’s an early update ♡

previous: http://hey-underoos.tumblr.com/post/161180873356/how-to-catch-a-nerd-1

[how to catch a nerd taglist]: @parker-barnes-af , @preciousnewt , @samanthasmileys , @lostinghemazewithhallows , @1022bridgetp , @literature-loving-girl , @fashionlive15 , @raksh-thedemonlady , @tiny-friggin-human , @clean-and-claire , @imsecretlyromanburki , @devan-d , @legendarydazekitten , @fxcking-meatball

don’t repost/plagiarize this series.

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Peter couldn’t hide the grin from his face the more he talked to this girl. She clearly had an intelligence that matched her beauty, and that just made him all the more interested in her. [Name] embodied everything he ever wanted in a girl, and he looked forward to getting to know her better.

Unlike the girls at Midtown who only wanted him for his looks and for the chance to climb up the social ladder, he knew that [Name] was different. They never wanted to get to know who was beneath this cool guy exterior, and Peter was tired of pretending all the time.

Which was why he was was so drawn to [Name], maybe with her, there was a chance.

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Got7 reaction to their S/O not contributing to conversations often

A/N - Hope you all enjoy this little reaction! I had a lot of fun writing it for you~ Might post another imagine later since I’ve got so many requests waiting to be done.

How would Got7 react to the S/O never contributing to the conversation very much but always laughing a bunch about what’s being said.

Mark: Since Mark can sometimes be a little quieter in conversations, I think he’d understand why you didn’t contribute as much. He’d love hearing you talk but wouldn’t really mind if you were more comfortable listening to others talking.

JB: JB wouldn’t mind if you preferred to listen but if the two of you were alone, he might feel a bit annoyed if you weren’t talking to much. He’d want you to feel comfortable enough to talk but also might think you don’t like talking to him since you can be so quiet.

Jackson: Jackson is a loud person so he may not quite understand why you don’t talk as much but he definitely won’t dislike you for it. He’d try to get you talking more and bring your personality out a bit but won’t force you to get too vocal in the conversation.

Jinyoung: I feel like Jinyoung would want to get you more involved in the conversation but will definitely respect your decision to keep quiet if you didn’t feel too comfortable with talking. He’d often squeeze your hand every now and then to make sure you were still happy.

Youngjae: Youngjae wouldn’t force you to speak up, but he might try and include you in the conversation and give you more reason to talk. He’d back off if he could see you’d be more comfortable not saying anything but would just love hearing you talk.

Bambam: Bambam’s like Jackson and one of the more vocal members so he’d try and include you in the conversation, hoping you’d speak up more and be more comfortable to be louder. If you still wanted to stay fairly quiet, he definitely wouldn’t mind at all - he’d talk enough for the both of you.

Yugyeom: I think Yugyeom would act similarly and might not talk too much, laughing along with everyone but contributing every now and then so he’d definitely understand why you were the same. He’d try and get you involved when he was too, for moral support mostly.

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so usually when people are like “every troye sivan song is an andreil song” i’m like “yes but they’re also not just andreil songs they work for other pairings too”

but like

this song is so andreil that it hurts, just look at these lyrics:

I woke up pissed off today,
And lately everyone feels fake
Somewhere, I lost a piece of me
Smoking cigarettes on balconies

But I can’t do this alone
Sometimes I just need a light
If I call you on the phone
Need you on the other side

So when your tears roll down your pillow like a river
I’ll be there for you
I’ll be there for you
When you’re screaming, but they only hear you whisper
I’ll be loud for you
But you gotta be there for me too 

…i’m deceased

voltron characters as things i have heard people actually say in my ap classes part two:

sendak: “i would willingly stab out my own eye with this pencil if it means i look more badass”

haxus: “sometimes i just look at myself in the mirror and think ‘holy shit i’m so attractive’ or ‘who the fuck dragged this piece of shit out of the garbage’ and there’s just no in between”

thace: “sometimes i sigh so loud that i’m genuinely surprised my lungs aren’t catapulted from my chest cavity”

prorok: “wow can you believe you get to breathe the same air as me ??? you must be blessed *finger guns*”

rolo: “wanna hear about the time i saw jesus after mixing four shots of caffeine with two red bulls and a redline ??? lol i don’t know how i’m alive either but i got my essay done in like twenty minutes”

nyma: “i got an 89 on the last essay and a 36 on the one we just got back and all i can say is get you a girl that can do both”

shay: “*shoving cloth into her bag from the theater department* i keep telling everyone that i own cats but it’s a lie. its a dirty dirty lie these are for the raccoons that visit my backyard. i also buy cat food for raccoons can you believe the predicament i’m in”

kolivan: “bitch i would punt you into the sun no hesitation”

ulaz: “my life is the bee movie except every time someone says ‘essay’ i die just a little more inside”

antok: “everyone says i’m a chill guy but my life is crashing down around me and my internal monologue is one giant keyboard smash on caps lock *takes sip of coffee*”

All I wanted was for you to be happy.
—  And now I understand your thoughts, like why you always worried about me. I haven’t quite kicked my habits and it’s slowly killing me. Would you like to hear the bright news? I got a few good habits from you. I read more often now. Sometimes I hate it though, it reminds me of you. Isn’t that why we do anything? There’s something inside of us pushing to get out. I’ve been clawing my way out of an internal hell. I think I’ve killed myself a few times to forget your smile, but then I remember that at one point you were all that I had– happiness and love is such a sore subject, it’s also so temporary. Sometimes when I yell at people, I can hear you cry. So when I get upset, I just turn the music a little louder. I take walks now. I enjoy the loudness of this silence between us, it’s bittersweet. I haven’t gotten around to getting rid of our things, it’s a line that I can’t cut. I guess in a way, I’m still messed up. You know, I ask for forgiveness, but I’ll never understand why I do the things that I do. I’ll never understand why I am the way I am. I talk a big game, I tell my friends to accept themselves, but I still fucking hate myself. I’m just a little lost and sometimes I wish that I didn’t take you for granted. I wish that you weren’t just a memory. I wish that you were next to me. Sometimes maybe we’ll just talk things out without the anger, or sleep together without the sex. Sometimes I wish the broken didn’t crave the broken. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to break out a new poem just to hear your voice. Sometimes I’m a little lost and tonight is just one of those nights. I’m so fucking sorry. I’m sorry.
Masterlist - Updated 30/4/17

Originally posted by sebastiansource

- read my masterlist here . Please come and let me know your favourites -

Series

Training With Bucky - A series of connected one shots of what’s like to train with Bucky Barnes based off these headcanons here - Part 1

Ficmas - A series of christmas drabbles - Masterlist

Daddy Drabbles - A series of drabbles which detail the adventures of our favourite characters as fathers - Masterlist

100 Kinks - 100 kinky drabbles to celebrate Bucky’s 100th birthday (smut)

Front Line Love - Reader a nurse during WW2 finds herself at the same camp as Bucky. - Part 1, Part 2 (smut)

Riding in cars with boys - A smutty drabble series featuring all our favourite Sebastian Stan characters in cars, so come along for the ride. - Part 1: Carter

Bucky x Reader- Prompt drabbles

“I’m tired of being your secret”/“Sometimes, there is nothing better than some good old-fashioned, no string attached fucking” (SMUT)

“Will you just tell me the truth?”

“You don’t need to protect me”/“Didn’t realise I needed your permission”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

Bucky + knives + dirty talk (SMUT)

Under the table at black tie gala (SMUT")

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“Welcome to fatherhood”

“Stop being so cute”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“I’m not buying IKEA furniture again.”

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can’t get you close enough

Originally posted by sassywiinchesters

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader
Rating: M (18+ only please)
Warnings: Smut, angst, harsh language, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks. (I wrote this in, like, a half hour. Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors!)
Summary: After a hunt goes wrong, you and Dean fight. Switches POV between Dean and the reader.

The car ride back to the bunker is silent. 

You’re practically vibrating with anger, your leg bouncing restlessly as you stare at the scenery flying past the windows. Sam keeps glancing at you warily, but you don’t meet his eyes. He’s too understanding, too aware of the other feelings that are playing a role in your anger. 

The hunt went bad. It happens, occasionally. No one died, and you ended up ganking the ghost that was haunting a family north of Lebanon. You have a few scrapes and scratches, but it was worth it, when you were able to save a little boy and girl and get them safely back to their parents.

Dean didn’t agree. Sure, you saw the relief in his eyes when the whole thing was over, but it wasn’t long until he tore into you. You were angry at him, and embarrassed. He didn’t even wait until you were out of earshot of the Hughes family before he started telling you you acted like an amateur. 

When you finally pull into the garage at the bunker, you’re out the door of the Impala practically before Dean puts it into park. 

He says your name as he opens the driver’s side door, and you take a deep breath, trying not to fly off the handle. “Dean, don’t.” You shake your head. “I am so fucking mad at you right now and I really don’t want to say anything I’m gonna regret later.” 

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a bunch of headcanons that literally no one asked for, ever, but here they are anyway
  • lance actually did pretty bad in spanish in school, but knows it fluently still
    • hunk enjoys to bully lance a bit on this bc he got a higher grade even though he knows like ten (10) verbs
    • lance is Suffering™
  • pidge knows a lot of german? no one knew why until they kinda realized that the name holt is actually from german descent and her grandparents spoke german.
  • lance can dance waltz shockingly well?? he’s awful at everything else, but waltz??? damn.
  • keith is the worst dancer there is. does he even understand rythm? no.
  • everyone in team voltron are amazing singers.
    • shiro’s voice is so deep but also so light that just makes you want to listen to him forever, even though he can be pretty self conscious of his singing at first. (just give him some glasses of nunvil and he will be singing wake me up before you go-go all night)
    • lance is so good, but his voice changes a tiny bit when he sings in spanish and its so good. it’s like water, flowing perfectly in an invisible rythm. he’s just. yes.
    • hunk. oh my god, hunk. it’s like honey and tea on a cold autumn night, deep and golden. he loves acapella, especially doing the deepest and most difficult tones there is. lance and hunk used to sing duets together, often musicals, during the garrison. they still do.
    • keith used to sing a lot when he was alone in the shack to get through cold nights and task-less days, so he is good?? like just give him a guitar and you will literally fall asleep to his smooth voice. he can easily do a lot more angry music, but a soft lullaby with his voice is the best way to get you to slumber.
    • pidge. oh my god. alright, so pidge doesn’t enjoy singing that much but she is the best rapper there is. like, daveed diggs level of rapping. her freestyling is to live for. sometimes while the team has formed voltron, you can hear, distantly, a faint voice, rapping away at the speed of light, about literally anything that’s going on. it’s insane.
      • “pidge, how are you doing that” “what” “the rapping??” “uh, words just fly out of my mouth” “what the fuck”
    • ok ok so. allura. we all know she has a good voice. but listen, listen. all alteans’ singing sound like how we imagine sirens. well, not the loud ear piercing one, but the dream-like, soothing one. allura’s voice is golden, silky, smooth. just everything you love into a voice. that’s allura. just. perfection. 
    • ok coran can sing but. no one knows this. what is that angel-like singing coming from the showers??? who is it ? ? we don’t know. 
      • everyone tries to find out. they never find out. 
  • coran has somehow managed to accidentally walked in on everyone in team voltron just as they got out of the shower at least once. 
  • shiro once got hit on by an alien and the voltron team just ended up backing up the alien, thus making shiro completely flustered and overwhelmed with compliments.
  • shoutout to that time allura was too tired to ask someone to grab the bowl of food for her so she just grew out her arm to like six feet and got it herself and freaked everyone out.
    • “what? this is normal.” “NO IT IS NOT WHAT THE FUKC
  • shiro is actually not a morning person. he wakes up at like 4 am so the other guys wont see his awful morning ritual which is basically just drowning five buckets of coffee and a lot of internal screaming.
Thunderstorms and Log Cabins (Carl Grimes x Reader)

Word Count: 3,202

Carl Grimes x Reader

Request: Can you do one where the reader and Carl are out on a run together and they’re best friends. But the reader risks her life to save Carl and it causes a big fight between them, which ends up making them get stuck in a huge thunderstorm and they have to stay inside this cabin they found. Carl admits the reason he was so mad is because he couldn’t live without her and he loves her. And the rest is smut?

Warnings: Violence/graphic descriptions of killing walkers, mentions of death, language, slight angst, awkward teenageness, fluff, virginity loss, smut (unprotected. please do not do this in real life.)

“Take that, you asshole.” You mutter as you stab the walker in the side of its forehead, watching it fall lifelessly to the ground. You bend over and pull the knife out of its head, immediately turning your body so you can kill the other walker that’s currently trying to attack you.

Yeah, the run that you’re on today isn’t going as planned.

“There’s still about a dozen more outside this door, Y/N, we don’t stand a chance. We’re going to have to escape somehow.” Carl yells over at you, using his own knife to get the walker that is in front of him.

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Title: Better Than Her

Title: Better Than Her

Type: angst

Characters: Reader X Yuta

Word Count: 1755

Summary: It’s already been 7 months but he’s still not over his ex

A/N: yall i was bored and felt angsty for some reason so i decided to write this with yuta. I hope it’s angsty enough for angst-loving binches like me 😅

hope you’ll enjoy it tho 💕💕

-Ken

Originally posted by taesyong

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anonymous asked:

The bulk of this sudden appreciation of tkc seems to center around cartercy, so ... Sadie Kane headcanons? Any thoughts on our magic girl?

tbh I think it started with ladie/ladizel, but I think people did hop upon the Cartercy ship a lot quicker. That aside, sure!

  • bi af, so freaking bi
  • Like she’s such a mess around pretty girls. She likes to think that she’d be super smooth, but nope
  • totally had a crush on Lacey
  • Her hair is actually incredibly frizzy, and she gave up straightening it after she left England
  • Will kick your ass if you make fun of her accent, but actually loves making fun of it herself. She’s allowed to of it, but you sure ain’t
  • Owns more leather jackets than socks, and loves wearing colourful and glittery shoes regardless of how impractical they might be
  • Carter bought her an electric guitar for her birthday once, and she spent the rest of the year learning how to play her favourite songs on it
  • Idc what Rick says, this girl is into Rock and Roll, not Adele
  • If a piece of her clothing has a pocket(s), then you can bet there’ll be a packet of chewing gum in there
  • Doodles on whatever surface she can kind when she’s bored and will use your arm if you don’t keep it close
  • She must have made some Harry Potter jokes sometime in her life, I mean come on, she’s magic and grew up in England. And if Carter never said ‘Yer a wizard Sadie’ then I’d be deeply offended
  • Can pick up new languages really quickly, which is good since she really wants to travel the world when she’s older
  • I’m sure she must have wanted to start a band sometime in her life, inspired by all those cheesy Disney Channel shows and films, regardless of the fact that she knew no one who could play an instrument
  • Likes using English phrases to confuse the fuck out of people
  • When she gets angry, her accent becomes so strong that no one can understand her, which just makes her more angry
  • Plays her music so loud that everyone around her can clearly hear it and worries about how that’ll affect her later in life
  • If she can’t think of a comeback, she’ll just flip you off
  • Rick Rolls people when she’s bored. Carter hates her for it
  • If you insult cats then she’ll pin you down and rant about how you’re wrong for an hour straight
  • Has five thousand pairs of broken earphones hanging around that she can’t be bothered to get rid of
wow I came out with a lot more than I thought I would…

For elsewhere university - What if a music major who regularly practices inside their room (and really only their room. Playing elsewhere is a bad idea.) just has a fae casually listening in away from sight. Like the music mayor knows their there but just doesn’t say anything till they finally get super annoyed, cause really the fae choose the worst spot to hide, plus they keep their personal music sheets there n are really annoyed to find them missing.

So one day they just call them out n invite them in. ’“I know ur there, if u wanna listen then go head won’t stop u (not tht they can anyways.) Also I’ll give you an entire gallon of pure coffee cream or whatever food necessary to keep u from my music sheets. Im bad enough at procrastinating, I don’t need them missing too.” They just sorta don’t expect a reply n really keep playing, sometimes loudly declaring out loud “I wonder what I should play next!”

[Anon]

The Perfect Shot

Part Three

Originally posted by beaniesxponytails

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader struggles to hide Jughead from her parents as he stays in her house.

A/N: This isn’t the best tbh, but the character development was necessary. The next part will be a little more eventful.

Part One

“Don’t you have, like, an air mattress or something?” Jughead sighed.

I scoffed. “How would we inflate an air mattress without my parents hearing it, genius?” I hissed.

“How am I supposed to sleep on this?” he whined, picking up one of the cushions I had painstakingly arranged and throwing it at me.

I glared at him, replacing the cushion. “You could start by lying down,” I said. “And follow that with closing your eyes.”

“Ha ha,” he said, unamused. He lay on the cushions and I threw a blanket over him, before climbing into my own bed.

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The Mixed Tape

A Polyfarms Soulmate AU where songs sung by your soulmate get stuck in your head. 

Kinda for @charmerweek but also an 11k monstrosity so take of it what you will. 

Also on AO3 


November 2013

*beep beep beep*

A hand slams down on the analogue alarm clock next to the full-sized bed. The hand retreats underneath the Shark’s comforter. The afternoon air is still and quiet. Something shifts around the bed, A tuft of black hair peeks out as a loud groan is admitted from somewhere within its covers. The hand slips out again, reaching for the iPhone resting on the nightstand. A bleary-eyed teen pokes his head out to check the time on the screen.

4:35 pm the phones reads.

“Shit,” the boy curses.

He jumps out of bed. He scrambles to slip on his ratty, black converse. Hastily, he snatches his keys and slings his backpack over his right shoulder. He rushes down the steps, ignoring his sister’s protests to slow down.

“I’m running late,” he shouts over his shoulder. He runs through the garage, picking up his skateboard. He’ll hardly have time for his pregame playlist. He sighs, fishing his earbuds from his backpack, selecting the proper list on his phone before opening the garage door.

“Close behind me!” Chris hollers at his sister. He presses play, slipping his phone in his back jeans pocket. With a foot on the board, he peddles a few steps—allowing the steep hills of San Francisco to carry him all the way to hockey practice. Fortunately, today was only a scrimmage.

“I hope they’re not busy night now,” he mumbles. Thinking of his soulmate—out there somewhere—as he hums along, “the faster we’re falling, we’re stopping and stalling…We’re running in circles again.”  

Meanwhile, approximately three hundred miles south, a girls’ volleyball team is in the midst of a warm up for a regional qualifying game. A tall brunette is in the middle of passing drills with her partner when a familiar song floats into her head.

“Change,” she shouts at the team manager, a petite blond girl in a faded polo and spandex.

“To what?” the manager shouts back.

“In Too Deep,” the girl shouts back.

The manager gives a thumbs up, switching the song quickly. It was commonly accepted on their team that soulmates could be distracting and it was easier to join along with them than it was to counteract their songs with other music.

“Just as things we’re looking up,” she shouts. “You said it wasn’t good enough.”

“But still we’re trying one more time,” her team chimes in, causing Caitlin to laugh.

Somewhere in Massachusetts, a prep school hockey team is in the middle of the third period of a regular season game. One of the defensemen hears a song crescendo in his mind. He chuckles to himself.

“You always know how to make a game more interesting,” Derek chirps his soulmate.

He rushes a winger as he sings, “maybe we’re just trying too hard. When really it’s closer than it is too far.”

In a small town in Maine, a high school senior is amidst a typical party. He tries to ignore the music in his mind. Forcing himself to enjoy the tedious conversation he’s having with someone’s cousin who’s visiting from out of town. Unfortunately, the song has gotten so loud he can hardly concentrate.

“Will you excuse me?” He says, not bothering to hear the answer as he pushes away from the girl. He bolts out of the basement, finding a quiet corner near the backyard door.

“You really suck sometimes,” Will announces to whoever figured out how to make their music so blaringly loud. He doesn’t have much option other than to join in, “cause I’m in too deep, and I’m trying to keep. Up above in my head, instead of going under.”

The song ends almost as quickly as it starts. There’s a few punk songs that come up, and some Kesha that happens at one point. Will has learned not to think too deeply about his soulmate’s music taste. He’s realized that it’s too dynamic and varying to give a real sense of who they are. He feels like he knows them, though. He’d love to know how they get so incredibly fucking loud at the weirdest times, but there’s not much he can do about that…yet. Yet, he keeps reminding himself. Soulmates meet each other eventually, his mom reminds him constantly.

Considering he’s grown up around the same small group of people, Will’s relived it’s not one of them. It means that he won’t be stuck here his entire life. He’s going places. He’s going to fall in love…someday.

The music stops after twenty minutes. There’s a comfortable silence in which the music of the party he’s at is quiet in comparison. It gives him time to decompress. Later, he’s sure he’ll here some Queen or Pat Benatar. He’s pretty sure his soulmate is an athlete, but the jury’s still out on that. It’s something they’ll bond over. He can feel it.

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What being autistic means to me

For me, being autistic means being extreme. There is no way to explain it differently.

I am extremely human.

In many ways, I’m very rational. I rely a lot on my thinking and well, I think a lot. I am extremely interested in getting knew knowledge and in discussions about almost anything I can get extremely opinionated. I am very direct and honest. I speak my mind. I love solving problems which is why I often get extremely involved in them. I can spend hours studying for college – because I love everything I learn so much. Because I like to understand things. I have an extreme eye for details, patterns and logical connections. I am very analytical and I love analyzing – I can focus so perfectly on it that it almost feels like I never think anything else. I am philosophical, I like taking many and different approaches. I rather collect and connect the details myself than see the whole picture. I think extremely often about myself and analyze me and my behavior a lot. I talk to others about it and take their opinions into account. I try to learn about myself and improve through that. I am dedicated to take as many details as possible into account and connect them with each other. And it feels like I’m making progress every day, even if it’s just a little and even though it sometimes might need a few setbacks.

But I can be extremely emotional as well. I am so unbelievably passionate about the things that mean something to me. I can see beauty everywhere, in the strangest places. I can feel deeply. Sometimes, I like people so much because they approach me in the right way. Because of how I can speak to them. I enjoy their presence. But I can get extremely overwhelmed, too. I stress easily and worry a lot – about myself, others and just life in general. Sometimes I feel so strongly that I can’t describe it or even become numb. I love deeply and I love a lot of things. With all my heart. In my honesty, there is often a lot of kindness as well. I can get really involved in music, stories, art and people, even to a point of dedication.

I am extremely sensitive. I hear too many sounds and they are way too loud. Some of them even hurt – like a police siren, or the sound of chairs moving across the floor. And all these noises are tiring. Light blinds me extremely. You can easily scare me or make me jump. I am extremely ticklish. I can be sooo picky about my food, you wouldn’t believe it. And I am very aware of every aspect of my body, even though I can be extremely insensitive to pain. Sometimes it all gets overwhelming – then I often need to either sleep or cry.

For me, being autistic means being extreme. Extremely human.

i remember being in high school.. laying in bed every single night until i’d fall asleep, praying. i was never really that religious but… there was something i wanted so desperately: a boy. just one boy. to prove me wrong. to take away all the confusion and the fear. one boy who i could fall in love with and be able to tell myself, “i’m not gay after all.”
i know you understand, you’re the one living it.
this is version number 3,456 of this letter. there’s so much i know that you need to hear. but you and i both know the truth, and even though only one of us has ever said it out loud i know it’s the only thing you’re ever really thinking about. it’s the reason you feel sick before volleyball practice, why you can’t focus in school, and why you sit in your car as long as you can before coming inside every night. it’s the reason you can’t fall asleep, and the reason sometimes, you’d rather not wake up…
you had this whole idea of what your life was gonna be. so did your parents. i mean every one thinks they know who you are, and you’re so scared that you’re gonna disappoint them, that you’re gonna lose them. you’re gonna realize that it feels so much better to have one person really know you and love you, than to have 100 people love you, and never really know you. i know it’s scary to feel so out of control of a huge part of your life. i know that the world feels so big and you feel completely alone. i know you’d give absolutely anything to change this. i know you’re hurting.
all i want to do is reach through and give you a hug and let you know that everything is going to be okay. but listen to me when i say: the struggle you’re going through right now is gonna make you who you are. it’s gonna make you so strong. it’s gonna make you so proud. they say sadness is just the absence of happiness, the more you hurt only means the stronger you’ve ever felt love. consider yourself lucky.
one day soon all of the anxieties and sleepless nights are gonna make the sound sleeps you’ll have more beautiful than some people could ever understand. you’re going to appreciate every. little. thing. there’s one thing i believe in this world more than anything, everyone deserves to fall in love. you deserve to fall in love. and not to ruin the surprise, but.. you’re going to. you’re gonna get to fall in love with a girl and it’s going to feel like your heart is on fire. listen, you’re just gonna have to trust me on that because there’s really no words to describe it. i’m going to tell you a secret. of course, you’ll figure this out on your own but, one day you’re gonna go into the abyss, and you’re gonna set up a little camp with a tall white flag: surrendering yourself to who you are. and one day other people in that abyss, just like you, they’re gonna see that flag, and you’re gonna help them surrender to themselves who they truly are. and even though i know it sucks not having a flag to guide you, your flag’s gonna guide others and you will never feel more proud of anything. it turns out you’re not so different, and you’re definitely not alone. i know you don’t feel this way right now, but, i love you.
—  shannon beveridge
TELEPATHY AU'S
  • “we’re both in this boring as hell class and out of boredom I accidentally stumbled into your thoughts of you thinking up this masterpiece of a story and holy shit is this like a movie”
    • “additionally, wow are you really getting into this sex scene man how do u not have a boner”
  • “I get chronic headaches from everyone’s thoughts being so loud all the time and sometimes I don’t know, I get angry. is yelling to Stewart across the room to “shut up and go get dick if he wants it so bad” over the top? maybe.”
  • “as if it wasn’t bad enough that I constantly worried what people thought of me, I can actually hear what everyone thinks of me and the fact that it’s unedited and 100% legit makes me real sad to hear people think I’m annoying”
    • “although, it’s really reassuring to also hear how much my friends love me and think I’m funny and woah man…those are some pretty…erotic thoughts of me there…”
  • “okay who fucking let out that I can read minds huh? what do you WANT me to get kidnapped and used for evil? cause i swear i will come back for your ass once im super juiced with their evil government serum alright? i will go winter soldier on ur ass dont test me”
    • “although all these lovesick kids offering to pay for my services on their crushes may be worth it. hey I know you, you’re cute. your crush you say? oh they totally don’t like u, nah man, your barking up the wrong tree right there”
  • “hold the fuck up. hold. up. I can read any mind that I can see, anyone and everyone’s, why can’t I read yours? and why the hell are you smirking at me like that U LIL SHIT THIS MAKES NO DAMN SENSE WHO ARE YOU”
  • “I think you’re cute and I know for a FACT you think I’m cute too so why won’t you just admit it? cmon cmon baby don’t play this charade. you know you can’t win at this game ;)”
  • “as it turns out by my super mind reading powers you plan to string me out high and dry until I’m practically begging for a date and u know what. that is so terrible and so demeaning honestly like who does that. who does that. can you please just kiss me already like-”
  • “I know you can read minds and I really like you so I’m constantly filtering my thoughts whenever I’m with you and it’s super hard so quit making fun of how I think about fighting giraffes okay it’s my go-to thought whenever I imagine you shirtless”
  • “you know I can read your thoughts so we have these little one sided conversations in class as I listen to your cute angered rants and I reply with a snarky side eye”
  • “OR we BOTH can read minds and all the while during class we have casual conversations that sometimes turn REALLY FUNNY AND WE BOTH CRACK UP IN DEAD SILENCE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN EXAM OH SHIT”
  • “YOU LITERALLY HAVE CONVERSATIONS WITH YOURSELF LIKE YOURE TWO DIFFERENT YET ANGRY PEOPLE AND HONESTLY ITS THE FUNNIEST SHIT IVE HEARD SOMEONE THINK BEFORE JFC LIKE DAMN WHO IS THIS PLASTIC TITTED WHORE WHO STEPPED ON YOUR SHOELACE”
  • “I NEED TO KNOW THIS, OKAY BECAUSE YOUR THOUGHTS ARE LIKE A SHITTY SITCOM AND I CANT HELP BUT LOVE YOU AND LAUGH SO HARD THAT U BEGIN TO NOTICE AND OHSHIT”
  • “i know its pretty invasive but i honestly tune into your thoughts every day on the way to work like its the morning paper cause really we have so much in common its ridiculous and ur super cute and we like all the same things and ugh pls date me”
    • “and oops one day you thought of something funny and we both laughed simultaneously and now ur weirdly suspicious, as i can tell because i can hear you wondering if i can read your thoughts and now ur testing me and idk if i should play along”

I know everyone has done deh drama club aus already but,,, here is more lmao

  • Evan ends up running the spotlight because he’s too terrified to run the soundboard because if you mess up with that, the entire production can be ruined, and he doesn’t need that stress. Plus, he can’t be a stagehand because he can’t see in the dark well AT ALL and the one time he filled in for a stagehand he tripped over one of the set pieces and everyone in the audience heard him fall and it was awful, and he can’t deal with personal mics because all of the actors are horrible at not switching their mics out and not taking them to the bathroom with them (here’s looking at you, Jared) and he’s not confident enough to yell at them to get their shit together, so, yeah, Evan’s spotlight. It kind of sucks because their spotlight is ancient and it’s super heavy and always shaky and it’s super hard to change the size of the light, but most of their productions don’t even use the spotlight that much, so he figures it’s probably the best job he’s going to get.
  • Alana is stage manager and she’s super nice until like three days before the show when she’s been known to make the freshman extras who keep screwing off cry because she’s not going to let them ruin her show because of freshman drama. She wears a fanny pack and it’s full of extra batteries, bandaids, tape, and other miscellaneous stuff she might need to keep the production from going to hell in a hand basket. All of the stagehands love her because the actors are all scared of her, so they listen when Alana tells them to take off their insanely loud high heels when they’re walking around on stage because “the audience can hear you, you know, just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they can’t hear you.”
  • Jared is that one kid who always gets the antagonist roles and, even if they’re supposed to be super serious, he ends up making them funny. He improvises all the time and it makes the other leads want to kill him sometimes because he changes his jokes up at every performance so half the time they can’t even keep up with him and they end up looking like idiots, giving their costar a weird look and saying “uh…” after he spews a bunch of over-the-top nonsense that the audience finds hilarious. He gets yelled at all the time by the other actors, but the drama club adviser loves him, so he pretty much gets to do whatever he wants. Jared’s super dramatic during bows–he’s even had people carry him out on stage before–which pisses off the leads because then people hardly notice them coming out after him.
  • Zoe’s one of the few band kids the drama club adviser managed to rope into playing performances and she actually really likes helping out with the shows, so she usually shows up to the practices she doesn’t need to come to and helps out with whatever needs to be done. She usually doesn’t distract anyone and she isn’t under foot, so Alana lets her stay and uses her as free labor essentially. Zoe’s painted more than a few sets in her day and she’s stood in as a stagehand during the early practices when people are still missing because of homework and other clubs because Alana has yet to strike the fear of God into them. She’ll hang in the back of the auditorium with Evan when Alana doesn’t have a job for her and they’ll work on their homework in the back rows, chatting quietly because neither of them want to get murdered for being too loud during practices. When Evan’s busy with spotlight, Zoe will hang in the girl’s dressing room and play her guitar, which usually leads to all the girls yelling requests at her and everybody completely disregarding the playlist one of the leads put together to pump them up before practice.
  • Connor is curtain. He just sits on stage on the stool reserved for the person on curtain duty and opens and closes the curtain when he’s supposed to. Originally, he was also supposed to have some stagehand duties, but he’s been known to yell at the actors for screwing with the props or being too loud so Alana let him off the hook and only makes him help with moving props when they have to move heavy pieces like couches. Connor spends most practices–and most performances–reading his book of the week on the curtain stool. He also shows up to practice high a lot, but, then again, so do a lot of the leads, so nobody really cares. The only people brave enough to bug him are Jared and Alana and Alana is usually too busy with other people to really stand around and chat, so he’s usually stuck dealing with Jared, who won’t shut up. Literally, Jared never shuts up. Connor usually tries to ignore him and just read his book, but that can be kind of hard when Jared overturns baskets from the prop shelves and ends up covered in a surprising amount of plastic snakes and freaks out because its dark on stage and it looks like real snakes. There was also a time when Jared pulled an old telephone down on his head and Connor thought he’d given himself a concussion or something because he kept acting dizzy for the rest of practice, but Jared could have just been faking.
  • Cynthia is a stage mom. No, scratch that, Cynthia is the stage mom. Even though neither of her kids are actually actors and it’s generally actors’ parents who end up devoting the most time as stage moms, Cynthia is backstage at every performance, helping the girls with their hair and helping the boys with their makeup. She buys flowers for Zoe and Connor and acts super proud at the end of each show and Connor always says that it’s weird that she gives them flowers, they’re just stage crew pretty much, and then Cynthia goes off on how important stage crew is and how the performance would be nothing without music and the curtain opening on cue. She always compliments all the kids and she especially likes to tell Evan how well he does with the spotlight and how steady he holds the light and how smoothly he tightens the light’s focus. She thinks Jared is hilarious and never understands why Connor complains about him so much, which Jared overhears and proceeds to be a dick about for the rest of practice. Cynthia’s also the one who provides all the backstage snacks and calls ahead to TGIF to let them know that forty kids are going to be showing up there the next day and they should be prepared.

ye that’s all i got. I might post some more that are more shippy but idk

conversation skills

some of this stuff is going to be repeats from asks I’ve answered because I want to make one big post for conversation skills. so hopefully this is helpful to someone

starting conversations

-no basic small talk. things like “hows the weather” can be as bad as cheesy pick up lines. every situation is unique so there should always be different topics to ask about.

-ask for their opinion on something. everyone has an opinion and most people can get quite passionate about it so try and ask about that. this will also help you to get to know someone better.

-ask for advice/recommendations. similar to opinions this is also something people tend to enjoy being asked about.

-mention something about your surroundings. something you find cool or you think most people don’t notice. this is a good way to come up with a topic to start on

-hypothetical questions. this is a great way to get someone thinking for example “If you could be any water creature what would you be?”



keeping conversations going

- ask open ended questions, not yes or no ones. this will make there answers longer and give you more things to ask/talk/agree about.

-ask about things they enjoy. like hobbies, projects and pets, people love talking about things that they like. they will also feel happy talking about things that make them happy meaning your question will literally lift their mood.

-mention current events. or just anything that most people know about.

-ask for more! literally say something along the lines of “wow, tell me more”. or you could pick on small details and ask about them to get them to expand on what they’re saying

-stories. everyone knows that stories help conversations but people tend to only say ones from their life. you can say any stories you’ve heard on TV or read somewhere. this will then create a load of conversation topics from that.

- fake confidence. This may sound weird but convincing yourself that youre not afraid or uncomfortable can help you seem more fun to talk to, therefore letting the conversation last longer.

- don’t be obnoxious. sure speaking clear and loud enough to hear is important but you don’t want to be one of those extra over the top people.

- be yourself. sometimes when we overthink a conversation we take out our personality and natural charm. use your humour and talking habits otherwise it could feel forced.


dealing with nerves/ be confident

-keep your self-esteem high. this is difficult i know but try your best. it will make talking to people so much easier

- push out negative thoughts. thinking things like ‘they definitely dont want to talk to me’ and ‘im just bothering them’ will instantly destroy your confidence. so don’t do it! no one hates talking to someone that much.

-accept that everyone makes mistakes. miss-wording something or being awkward every now and then is natural and normal.

-wear something comfortable. if you wear something you feel great or comfortable in you are a lot more likely to be confident and less nervous 

-confidence isnt just a mind set it’s a habit. get used to being a confident person not just with certain people


compliments (because this is a crush blog so…)

-be genuine. pick something you honestly really like and sound like you mean it

-be specific. if something is specific that person is less likely to have thought about it or been complimented on it before, making it more meaningful

-it doesn’t haft to be physical. some people only compliment people on their looks but there is so much more to talk about on this inside. commenting on someones personality trait can honestly mean so much to someone.

-telling someone they are funny or hilarious is always a good one because it’s an instant confidence boost for them and shows you get their humour

I’m probably going to edit and add to this post as time goes on but for now I hope this is helpful