sorry i just had to go on a rant there

Stores are NOT banks

One time I had to work the opening shift for my job and as soon as we opened a person comes right up to the checkout grabs a $1 gum and tries to pay with a $100 bill. At my store we always start out with our till at $150 in all 1’s, 5’s, and change which I need to be able to give change to other customers that don’t think Stores are banks, so I told the customer “I’m sorry but I don’t have change for a $100 bill is there any other bill that they could pay with.” Apparantly they did not like that because they got super angry and started ranting about how I had to take their money, how it was the only money they had, and blah blah blah. After spending like 10 minutes explaining to them that we just opened and I just couldn’t break $100 bill at the moment they finally got out a $1 bill. Seriously a convenience store is NOT a bank if they want to break big bills go to a BANK!!!!

There are three things I don’t like about this fandom

1. People going too far (but I guess I‘ve talked about this enough)

2. People making incorrect quotes (I don’t know why but I hate this)

3. People who say that Sprousehart isn’t acting in some Bughead scenes (because they fucking are, their professionals)

Sorry I don’t know why but I just had to rant real quick. Back to positivity!

Hearing People & Sign Language

I just saw a post on my dash about how hearing people shouldn’t learn sign language, that it’s “”“”“"ableist”“”“”“ or "culturally appropriative” and i’m sososoooo angry

As someone who was born deaf, I’d just like to say that without “"hearing people”“ knowing sign language, I would’ve had absolutely no way to communicate with my family other than through written language. I would’ve been completely unable to make friends in school because I wouldn’t have had a way to communicate with a single one of my peers. I would not have LEARNED anything in school if it weren’t for the interpreter who COULD HEAR.
I could go on, but I was fortunate enough to have access to specialists and surgeons who were able to operate on me and correct my hearing at a young age, so I can hear now.
But honestly, I want people to think about how isolating it can be when you’re in a room with people who all speak a language you know how to read and write, but you can’t communicate with any of them because you can’t understand spoken word, and they can’t sign.
If you think that learning sign language as someone who hears is somehow damaging, re-evaluate where you’re coming from. I would have loved nothing more than for all of the hearing people in my life who didn’t know sign language to know sign language so that I could have communicated with them, and not been limited to a select few people with whom I could sign.

Learn sign language, we’ll always be grateful.

hi hello just me popping in to say that i love mr tom holland with my whole heart and sure i do have a massive crush on him and probably always will but thats not why i love him so much. i love him for his compassion, for his heart, for his spirit, for his talent and passion for doing what he loves, and for him just truly being himself. i love him for being the dork from london who does backflips to impress people and falls on his face, for how much he loves his dog, for how kind he is to children, for how amazing of a brother he is, for how much he appreciates his supporters. not because he’s attractive, not because i think that i own him/his decisions or will marry him, but because he’s just tom. and he should be allowed to do whatever he wants, and at times like these i hope he knows that the people who really love him don’t care what he’s doing as long as he’s happy and healthy. 

su critics need to chill tf out. its a kids show. it was made for the kids. filler episode packed with moral lesson stuff? kids arent usually obsessed with the plot like you all are and the lessons are good lessons most kids shows dont even hit on. height difference issues? kids dont notice that shit and god forbid a creator have a touch of individual creativity. bright colors? yep thats for kids too. kids. like. bright. colors. yeah the majority of the people who watch su are older teens and above but kids are the target audience. this show was created for children. now can we all respect that please.

ACHING

PAIRING: park jimin x y/n

GENRE: hardcore fluff

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 1734

A/N: i really like this! i hope you guys do too! send me suggestions and ideas please! also, if you would like me continue this please say so!

SUMMARY: due to his girlfriend who drove you crazy, you hadn’t spoken to jimin in months. he had also distanced himself from you, and he didn’t seem to mind too much… or at least you thought so.


You and Jimin had split ways for a few months once he had gotten a girlfriend. He spent less and less time with you, and you were more than just slightly jealous. You had liked him since the two of you met, a little bit over a year ago. At times, you believed that he felt the same, but at others you didn’t think so at all. Jimin was a confusing creature to you, and you never could understand him. Especially when he called you in tears, apologizing and begging for you to come by the dorms.

“Jimin, I’m busy studying,” you sighed. Although you desperately wanted to go lay in his arms and hold him, you had priorities. Jimin whimpered, obviously sobbing about something that had absolutely tore him apart. “I can’t, okay? Plus, we haven’t spoken in months. Why would I come over even if I could?” You heard Jimin continuing to cry on the line, and your heart ached. He was your soft spot, and no time away from him could change that. If someone hurt your Chim, then they had hurt you worse. Sitting on your bed surrounded by textbooks, you let out a sigh. “Jimin, answer me.”

“I miss you. I’m sorry that I ever abandoned you to hang out with her. You should have been over her on my list of friends, and I’m sorry. Forgive me, please,” Jimin choked out the words. You bit your tongue, glancing at the time on your phone. It was an early Thursday morning, meaning you had classes at eleven. “Y/N, I left you and the boys to hang out with her. She didn’t even treat me good, so I’m a fool. I should have just spent my time with you guys, because you’re far more important.”

“Jimin, I don’t have time to hear you rant. Go talk to Taehyung…”

“Y/N! Don’t you hear me!” Jimin cried out, and I ran my hand through my hair. He was in pain, and he knew that he could get my attention. He cried on the line, his hiccuping sobs in the background. “Taehyung told me to come to you. All of the boys want me to talk to you. I messed up our friendship, and I want to fix this. The boys said that you haven’t been the same since I started dating that witch. I’m sorry that I ever did that to you. Please forgive me; I don’t want you to ignore me.”

I replied, “Jimin.” He whined softly, completely shattering me. He wanted me to come over, and that was clear. He wouldn’t be calling me if he just wanted to repair his mistakes. I let out a deep breath, not realizing I had held it in. His voice sounded familiar, although he was not in the best condition. He was familiar, and I had missed him dearly. “I understand you’re upset about what you did, but I can’t just forgive you. I want to —I really do— It’s just that I can’t. You… You weren’t there for me, and why should I be there for you?”

“You shouldn’t,” Jimin hiccuped. “I’m an awful friend and I didn’t appreciate you like I should have. You should yell at me and hang up the phone. You should block my number and tell the boys to never bring me around. You should avoid coming to the dorms whenever I’m here, and try to have the boys over at your apartment instead. You shouldn’t listen to me cry and beg, but you are. I love you, Y/N. You are the best person possibly in my life, and I don’t know why I ever pushed you out. Y—”

“Jimin, I’ll be over in a few minutes.”


It didn’t take you long to arrive at the dorms, and when you knocked at the door, Namjoon instantly opened it. His eyes were wide, and he let out a well deserved sigh. You could hear Jimin crying, and you watched as Jungkook waved at you over Namjoon’s shoulder. You had remained close to the rest of the boys, but nothing compared to what your relationships were like before. Namjoon moved out of the way for you, and you slipped off your shoes as you entered the dorms.

Jungkook led you around the corner, and you saw Jimin lying on the couch, covered in blankets. He hugged a pillow, not even realizing your arrival. His sobbing covered up all noise in the dorms, and you saw Jin trying to cheer him up. Jin held soup in his hands; soup that made you feel better anytime you needed it. Jin saw you and smiled, believing that you could help get Jimin out of his funk. Whatever had happened, it was probably regarding his girlfriend. Yoongi rested his body against the doorway of his shared room with Jin, his eyes showing his exhaustion. The boys were desperate, and they all knew your visit would help phenomenally.

“Jimin, Y/N is here,” Jin stated, standing up. Jimin immediately stopped screaming, and he looked over in your direction. He looked exhausted, and his face was red and puffy from the tears that left his eyes. Seeing him in that condition, you felt yourself breaking. You couldn’t leave him like that, and you wished you came sooner. “Will you let all of us sleep now? She’ll stay here as long as she can.” Jimin nodded faintly, and Yoongi backed up into his room.

Namjoon placed a hand on your shoulder. “Just get him to sleep and then you can come join one of us if you’d like. Or you can head home, but make sure to tell one of us beforehand. Thank you, Y/N. We’ll repay you in someway one day.” You nodded, seeing how thankful he was in his eyes. You and Namjoon had a weird understanding for each other, and that was probably caused by your work ethics. You were similar in how hardworking and goal-stricken you two were. The boys all thanked you before disappearing into their rooms.

You walked over to the couch where Jimin laid, hearing him whimper out in agony. He was the most vulnerable you had ever seen him, and that hurt like hell. You sat on the edge of the couch, and watched as Jimin’s bottom lip quivered. Tears stained his round cheeks, and you took a deep breath. He needed you, and just sitting beside him wasn’t going to help. When it came to Jimin, you knew that he was craving the arms of someone he cared for.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin whined quietly.

“N– no, don’t cry,” you stuttered, scooting closer to him. Jimin did exactly the opposite of what you asked of him, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks again. If you hated anything, it was making Jimin cry. “Jiminie… Don’t cry because you’ll make me cry. I don’t want both of us to be crying and disturbing the boys. You all need to rest, Jimin.” He sighed, his hand crawling out from under the blankets. He reached out for your hand, and you didn’t hesitate before latching onto him. You missed his touch. “You’re not going to sleep unless I’m here, are you?” Jimin shook his head.

Jimin scooted over, closer to the back cushions, allowing you to have space next to him. You slowly lifted your feet onto the couch, and felt your heart racing as Jimin covered you up with blankets. He wrapped his arms around you, sniffling. You placed your head on his shoulder as he shuffled down and hid his face in your chest. He intertwined your legs, squeezing at the back fabric of your shirt. He had missed you more than anything, and your presence had calmed him down already. He hadn’t realized how much he needed you until then.

“Jimin,” you breathed.

“Please,” Jimin whispered. “Just tonight. Forget about everything I did, and pretend that we are still really close.” You nodded faintly, placing your hands in his hair. You rubbed his scalp, making Jimin sleepy. It wouldn’t take long for him to doze off, but you lie awake, wondering what had gone wrong between the two of you. You had been so close, once upon a time. A girl had ruined all of it, and you wished that you hadn’t allowed her to. Jimin was your world before she came along.


The next morning, Jimin woke up before you. He smelled the fragrance only possibly belonging to Jin’s food. You were wrapped in his arms and fast asleep, and he knew that you wouldn’t wake up as long as he was there. Jin was clearly trying to be quiet, a smile on his lips as he stood in the kitchen wearing an apron. Jimin glanced down at you, seeing you holding onto the fabric of his shirt. He loved every moment of you being engulfed by him, and he realized that he would do anything to keep it that way. He loved you, and he wish he had known sooner.

“Aw,” Taehyung cooed, walking out of his room. Jimin sent a glare in his direction, and Taehyung quickly shut up. Jimin wanted to let you sleep for as long as you could, because once you woke, you both had to face reality. He was in pain because of his ex who cheated, and you were simply being a good friend. Taehyung smiled, leaning over on the couch to get a better view of you two. Taehyung had always had his suspicions about you and Jimin, and he seemed the most pleased out of everyone. You two were happy together.

“Don’t bother them,” Jin pulled Tae away from the couch. Taehyung frowned, and Jimin mouthed thank you to Jin.

You were ever so slowly coming to your senses, but you didn’t want to wake up. You had missed everything about Jimin, and laying there made you regretful for ever letting someone get in the way. Of course you had cuddled with all of the other members, but that was different. They were not Jimin. You felt your eyelids slightly shaking from wanting to open, and Jimin seemed to notice.

“Not yet,” he whispered in you ear. You smiled faintly, knowing he did not want to get up either. Jimin squeezed you lightly, placing his head on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

MASTERLIST || PLEASE REQUEST

"Relationships in books are unrealistic"

Why is it “unrealistic” to want someone as patient as Sam?

Why is it “unrealistic” to want someone who cares and loves you unconditionally and does everything in their power to make you feel safe like Rhys?

Why is it so “unrealistic” to want someone who loves you for what you are, even if you’re completely shattered and broken like Rowan?

Why is it unrealistic to want to help each other grow like rowaelin?

Why is it unrealistic to show each other true emotions and not hold back like feysand?

I don’t understand why thats “unrealistic” Are my “standards to high”? Why is it wrong for me to want these things? People tell me constantly my standards are to high and I don’t understand why. I want someone who truly loves me for me, not to date people to look cute and be “goals” on twitter. And don’t tell me to give someone a chance when they straight up ask to date. I want them to know me, the REAL me. Not none of that “slide into their dms” shit.

Why is it so unrealistic?
I’m just going to have to wait.
Sorry I just needed to rant

listen. 

all of u out here with ‘yeah bts did well but let’s not forget that without tvxq, big bang, etc etc they wouldn’t be here’

guess what?????? no one’s forgetting them. we all know that the reason any of the groups now are known outside of korea is because shinhwa, h.o.t, sj, tvxq, big bang, wonder girls and psy invented the hallyu wave, as it’s called. bts (and other groups) grew up with these idols as their inspiration, so yes, we can’t forget them. no one’s forgetting that super junior went big in china, or that tvxq went big in japan and that’s how the newer groups have it easier in these markets. 

BUT

let’s be real. what bts has achieved is something no group has done before. please stop trying to take credit for what they have done just because you think your group or fandom is superior. fact: everyone thinks their fandom is the best. bts’ marketing strategy to have an active twt account and youtube channel since before debut is one thing that worked out extremely well for them. couple that with other things such as writing socially-aware lyrics, producing and composing their own songs, having kick-ass choreographies and showing off their dorky sides on social media, you can’t say that they didn’t deserve to go to the bbmas just because your faves couldn’t. 

bts broke boundaries that weren’t broken before, just like YOUR FAVES broke boundaries that weren’t broken before. older idols didn’t even have the full use of social media to promote themselves, and YET they broke into the asian market. bts had it, and they broke into the global market. just because they had the advantage of a better technological era doesn’t mean that they didn’t deserve the win. it just means that they used their assets very well, and deserved it even more. 

moreover, as the rolling stones said, bts write lyrics about loneliness (whalien 52), having a difficult time in life (lost), female empowerment (21st century girl), being confident in yourself (cypher pt 4) and so many other songs. this makes them relatable to not just a teenage fanbase (although yes, that is the majority), but an older fanbase as well. the catchiness of their songs makes them popular amongst the pre-teens. so you see, they have their reasons and validity for being where they are now. they deserve their fans, wins, and attention. 

therefore, before you go around saying that fans of bts need to respect what older idols have done, know that we do. we appreciate everything that has been done in the past that has made bts the successful band that they are today. but also know that we are proud of our boys, and that we will celebrate and rejoice. so for some reason, if that makes you bitter, by all means use the advanced technology we have today and mute us. 

because no, we’re not discrediting your faves. but we’re asking you to credit our faves when they deserve it. 

Supergirl Writer Problems

When you have James Olsen, who helps Kara, loves her for who she is:

Originally posted by glenn-rhee

But decide he isn’t good enough for Kara

Then you have Lena Luthor, who fills Kara’s office with flowers, tells her that she’s her hero, has a relationship built and trust and respect:

Originally posted by rumplestiltskin

But somehow she isn’t good enough for Kara so you decide this guy is:

Originally posted by jake-riley

who are the extra homophobic babyz out there that complained about the makestar poll bc they were “uncomfortable” with two men wearing matching shirts…yeah i just got a quick question for them…aka they gonna catch these gay fists

BTS Reaction To You

(s/o) Crying After They Yelled At You

~•~•Jin•~•~

Jin was already angry as it was, and when you kept bugging him he lost it. Raising his voice at you, getting in your face to “go away”. Your heart hurt a little, and you tried to resist the urge to tear up, but you couldn’t help it. The hot tears falling down your face when quickly wiped away as he apologized frantically, covering you in kisses and hugs.


“I’m sorry baby… I didn’t mean it I was just upset. I love you so so much.”

Originally posted by seokijn



~•~•Suga•~•~

Yoongi had been struggling to focus, and you complaining about him never spending time with you didn’t help. Your voice made him want to pull his hair out as he tried to work. This soon resulted to him standing up and shouting in your face. “Your honesty so annoying Y/n! Why am even with you?!”


Your face went blank at his response to your rant about wanting time with him, and you simply muttered. “I just wanted some time with your for once.” Then you ran off to your bedroom, locking yourself in so you could cry on the floor by the door.


Yoongi stood still for 20 minutes before guilt caused him to tear up, rushing to the door. He sat on the floor outside, whispering about how sorry he was and how much he loved you.


Originally posted by imonaworldtour


~•~•Namjoon•~•~

You had been throwing yourself all over him while he tried to rest, wanting to go out to eat or cuddle. But his head ache was main him angry. The rapper sat up, pushing you away from him. “Leave me alone. Your too clingy.”


You felt tears pool in your eyes, and you turned away from him. “S-sorry…”


Bit the quiver in your throat pulled him out of anger, resulting in him trying to back hug you and place kisses on your neck.


“Y/n… I didn’t mean it.”


Originally posted by ksjknj


~•~•Jhope•~•~

Jhope was practicing a difficult new chorography when you came in, already complaining about your day at work. He rolled his eyes, trying to focus. You were just so upset that you didn’t notice him stop and glare at you.


“Shut up!” He yelled, but once your face went sad, he was right next to you in a tight hug.


“No no no baby don’t cry… Princess I want to hear you speak but I need to focus…”


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


~•~•Jimin•~•~

Jimin just got home and was already being accused of cheating on you when you found an expensive perfume in his bathroom. He grabbed it from you, slamming it onto the counter. “Shut up! It was for you! Why do you always complaining about stupid shit!?”


His yelling made you flinch, a lump in your throat. You put your head down, wanting to cry.


“Wait… Princess no… I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings…”


Originally posted by jaayhope


~•~•Taehyung•~•~

V had been angry as it was, wanting to be alone. But when you tried to get in his space and hand him a present you bought for him, he simply grabbed it and threw it on the ground. “Leave me alone already! You are too clingy!!”


You turned away, scared. Regret swelled in his heart. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to break it. Please come here…”

Originally posted by toughchim


~•~•Jungkook•~•~

Poor kookie had a rough day. He was yelled at at work and now by you in a heated argument. What it was about beats him, but he was getting tired of you calling him a liar. To shit you up, he suddenly pushes you out of his face and raises his hand to hit you.


Stopping when you flinch, turning your head with tears in you eyes. His hand dropped, and he himself felt water in his eyes.


“Baby… I’m so sorry… I would never hit you.”

Originally posted by jengkook

i think the rpc holding admins responsible for having an appropriate number of minority characters, whether they be poc, lgbtqia+, disabled, with diverse body types, etc is important but we also need to hold ourselves and all the members of the rpc to that standard, making sure we don’t ignore minority characters/fcs because they don’t fit our muse, or whatever bullshit people spew. often, poc, lgbtqia, and other minority characters that admins create get less love or are just straight up ignored by applicants, and that’s on us!! they are just like white, skinny, able-bodied, straight, etc people in that they are people, so all the quirks and personality traits of ur bland piece of bread character will work in a more inclusive skin, just be open minded and step out of your comfort zone a lil bc it’s kinda nice out here!

“Coronation” Part Three

Summary: She was the Queen of Sokovia, and he was the future king of Romania. Their relationship was full of hate towards one another, but will it change when his heart gets broken by a traitor to both of your powerful countries?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst 

Word Count: 917

A/N: more and more angst. The taglist for this series might be closing soon, but my permanent is still open. (this gif made me laugh)

Coronation Masterlist


Originally posted by gurulahima

Everyone waited in the throne room for James’ announcement. Rebecca’s last comment had left Y/N uneasy. She wasn’t prepared for the proposal to come.

“Where is this boy, Winnie? He said ten minutes. He must learn punctuality if he is to take the throne!” George exclaimed through multiple harsh breathes.

Just as the King was to rant again, James walked through the doors, alone.

“Sorry for the wait. I had to see Natasha off. She is going on one of her trips again.” James rushed out,

“but, I brought you all here for a reason. I believe I have found a different way for the war to end with Russia.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at the proposal. Russia had been after both of their countries for years, and now they want peace?

“Son, what makes you believe this war can end. It has been going on for years. Nothing in this world will ever get Russia to stop.” King George was exasperated by this point.

“Just hear me out, okay?” James asked quietly.

The King and Queen nodded their approval. Y/N was intrigued at what he had to say.

With a deep breathe, James rushed out the sentence,

“We give them Sokovia.”


 White hot rage consumed Y/N. Before she knew what she was doing, her hand swung out and connected with the side of James’s face. A deafening slap echoed throughout the throne room. Guards came rushing in from every angle.

“Do not put your hands on me! I am a Queen! Leave us at once!” Y/N screamed at the guards who were trying to drag her out.

They backed up and her loud words and exited the room. She saw the King and Queen had their mouths ajar and Rebecca had a hand over her agape mouth. Y/N bent down to James level.

“If you ever discuss the future of my country again, there will be serious consequences, James. Never bring that up again. I will never surrender my throne to the Russians. Sokovia is mine, and will always be mine. Get that through your head James.” Y/N took one last look before addressing Rebecca.

“Would you like to teach me how to paint now?”


 “It was the bitch’s idea, wasn’t it!” Y/N screamed at her canvas.

“It had to be! Her last name is Russian! ‘Romanova!’ What is she even doing here!” Y/N continued to scream.

“Y/N- “Rebecca started.

“I just want her to go! She is debating the future of MY country and she is not even a royal!” Y/N interrupted.

Rebecca had been listening to Y/N shout for almost an hour now. Her canvas was full of harsh lines and dark hues. It reflected her mood. Their session was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Queen Y/L/N, the Romanian rulers are asking to speak to you.” A servant boy named Sam told her.

“Thank you, Sam. I’ll be right there.” Y/N slowly rose from her seat and made it to the door.

She was not looking forward to this conversation.


 Y/N made her way to the throne room. With a deep breath, she pushed back open the gigantic double doors. She was met with the King and Queen sitting in their respective thrones. James was standing next to his father. She felt pride that there was still an outline of her hand on his cheek.

“You wanted to see me.” Y/N said with an edge in her voice.

The King took a deep breath, “We wanted to discuss what had occurred earlier. We understand that you were angry at James for his proposal, and he had no right auctioning off your country.”

Before he could get another word in, Y/N interrupted, “Did he even tell you who’s idea it was. It wasn’t his that’s for sure. It was Natasha`s. Rebecca overheard her last night trying to convince James to agree. Tell me James, how did she get you to agree? Did she give you a blowjob? Handjob? What was it? She left because she knew if she was the one to tell me, I would’ve had her executed for suggesting such an idea.”

James was furious at her words. She could almost see the steam coming from his ears.

“She shouldn’t even be here. She isn’t even a royal. Please tell me why she is allowed at meals and how you could allow your son, who is engaged to me, to date that whore.” Y/N continued.

The King and Queen were surprised at her words.

“Queen Y/N, she is the daughter of one of our best supporters. He adopted her. His name is Nick Fury. He had been good friends with this family for years. She is allowed at dinners and she is allowed to be with James to continue to keep him in our good graces. You must understand, he is a lord of this country. He is a powerful man. He could take us all down if he wanted.” Queen Winifred quietly told her.

“So, I’m gathering, you would rather be in the good graces of one man, than a whole country?” Y/N asked.

“It’s more complicated than that. Please you have to understand what he means to us and our rule.” George tried.

“Tell me, where did this Nick adopt her from?” Y/N asked.

There was a silence in the room. No one seemed to want to answer.

“Tell me!” She tried once again.

“Russia! She’s from Russia!” James yelled, equally as loud.

The wind was knocked out of her.


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anonymous asked:

My household's been so stressful since Trumps been elected, and especially now after charlottesville. i'm a black girl adopted into a white family and they're all Trump supporters. In front of me my mom & boyfriend had the audacity to say BLM is a terrorist organization & he complains "why do i have to be reminded of slavery?! They already have Black History Month!". I also notice the more black people resist in the news the worse he treats me. Sorry, I just had to rant, its been tough.

I’m sorry that you’re going through that. I pray you find independence (I’m not sure how old you are) and I pray you find peace.

Hopefully regardless of their trash behavior you’re safe.

- Susie

Last First Kiss

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 8k 

Summary: Peter has a terrible night at Liz Allen’s party until he meets (Y/N) the new girl at midtown. 

Warnings: None 

“This was it”, Peter thought; tonight is the night. He’s going to finally ask Liz to the homecoming dance at her party. Peter was asking Aunt May for some pointers before he even got out the car, “Should I ask her to go on a date first? When’s the perfect time to ask her?” He rambled on and on. Ned and Aunt May both shushed him; he was so nervous for tonight. Peter just didn’t know how or when to shut up.

“Maybe, this is stupid. Let’s just go back home May and forget all this happened.” May locked the doors and rolled up her windows before Peter could get back in the car. “Peter, you’re going to go in there and tell Liz how you feel and if she doesn’t feel the same then it’s okay. Just as long as you were brave enough to say something.” She gave him a small lecture; sure she was like his best friend but she also knew how to be the grown up in these types of situations.

She began to drive away from the house; Peter took a deep breathe in and out and his palms were sweaty from all the nerves.


Peter and Ned made their way up to the steps of Liz’s door; letting themselves in. The pair both took in the whole scene of their first high school party.  

Peter’s eyes land on the beautiful Liz walking up to them, “hey guys! Thanks for coming to my party. Glad to have you here.” She gave both of them a genuine smile and then walked off to greet other people. Peter was flabbergasted; Liz had talked to him for the first time. This time it wasn’t Peter who is always asking her stupid questions or complimenting her outfits. “You’re a great party host Liz,” Ned nudged him basically telling him to shut up.

Ned turned to look at Peter; him shocked as he was. “Peter, close your mouth and stop staring before you look like a creep.” He did just that and then averted his attention to his best friend.

“Oh, right yeah. Sorry.” He apologized.


The whole night, Peter was trying to find Liz or just try and get alone but she was always MIA. He finally decided to give up; “maybe next year,” he thought. Peter was ready to go home but he couldn’t find his cowboy hat wearing friend. Peter searched for him all over the house and rooms; until he went up to the last room only to find Liz making out with the captain of the football team.

Peter was heartbroken; sure he knew he didn’t have a chance with her, but seeing her making out with some guy in front of his eyes was a sight he wanted to watch.

Ned finally called up Peter, “Peter! I totally forgot to tell you, but I left like an hour ago. I wasn’t feeling the party scene. So mom picked me up, sorry for giving you such a short notice. I’m sure it’s going great though.” Peter took a huge breathe in; trying not to cry. “Yeah, don’t worry Ned! Everything is going great. I’ll tell you all about it on Monday.” He tried hard to sound enthusiastic but this whole night was a bust and Peter didn’t want to Ned to feel bad. 

After getting off the phone with Ned; Peter sulked all the way to a small bench the new girl from school was sitting at.“Do you mind if I sat here with you?” Peter asked her pointing at the small bench. “Oh yeah, of course.” She scooted over to make some room for the unknown boy. After a moment of silence, (Y/N) finally introduced herself to him. “I’m (Y/N), I just felt like I should introduce myself to you.” She was rambling because she wasn’t good at making small talk and especially if she has to talk to the cute boy from her AP bio class. 

She noticed he seemed like he was in another planet, “are you okay? Why aren’t you inside enjoying the party?” (Y/N) didn’t mean to pry into his life but she liked helping people. “Oh sorry about that, I am Peter. I think we have bio together, right?” He apologized again which seemed to be the 10th time in one night, “also why aren’t you inside?” Raising his eyebrow at her. 

“I’m not going to lie, I never really wanted to be here and parties aren’t really my thing. Flash invited me; he’s been trying to hit on me ever since I started at Midtown High. I told my mom and she made me come; she thinks it’d be good for me. Oh, Peter. I’m so sorry for just throwing this at you.” She felt really bad; considering they just met and she was just throwing her issues at him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize to me. I don’t mind listening,” he chuckled. Peter wasn’t sure why but he felt like he could tell her anything; she just had this certain type of vibe to her. “I was going to confess to Liz Allen tonight, but I found her making out with the captain of the football. Then my best friend left without telling me and I don’t have a ride home.” He confessed about everything that happened on this crappy night to (Y/N). 


There was a moment of awkward silence but (Y/N) pulled out her car keys and jumped out of her seat, “let’s go Peter.” He was speechless; didn’t know what to say or do. Peter just sat their for a couple of minutes. Is he really going to go somewhere with a girl he barely knows?

He thought, why the hell not? What is she going to do to him?

The pair both walked out of the party together; Peter trailed a little behind her. It took a while to find her car, considering most of the kids at the school were there. They finally found her car; (Y/N) getting into the driver seat and Peter getting into the passenger seat. She just began to drive; not even asking what Peter’s address was.

“Do you uh need my address?” He finally broke the silence, “I’m not taking you home yet. But don’t worry I’m not going to kidnap you.” She laughed at how nervous he looked; ready to jump out of his bones. “I’m just taking you to a diner I’ve been going to ever since I first moved here; their sundaes are to die for. And plus, I think after tonight you might need some ice cream.”


“So, who’s your favorite superhero?” Peter asked her, while he took another bite of his hot fudge sundae. “In all honesty, I’m going to have to say Captain America. Not because he’s hot but because he honestly just kicks ass! What about you Peter?” The whole night, the pair were slowly forgetting about how they ended up in a small diner in the bronx but they both didn’t mind. (Y/N) was glad, she gave into going to the party. 

“I gotta say Spider-man, have you seen that butt?” (Y/N) busted out laughing; her laugh was just so contagious that he started laughing as well. They got some dirty looks from the waitresses, but they just continued to laugh and be carefree. The two both loved having each other’s presence around and they didn’t want to leave the diner’s little booth. 


“Well, it’s pretty late. I think I should be heading out soon,” Peter suggested. “My aunt’s going to be worried.” He got up to pay for their sundaes, “also I think I can just walk from here.”

(Y/N) didn’t want him to leave, but it was nearly 2 AM so what could she have done? “Peter, I’m driving you. I insisted on taking you here; I should be the one that takes you home.” She said matter of factly. Peter didn’t even try to fight back; he was tired and he didn’t want to admit but he wanted to spend more time with (Y/N) and get to know her more.

The two finally made their to Peter’s small apartment in Queens, “well here it is.” Peter said pointing at the apartments. 

“Thanks a lot, this really meant a lot.” Peter thanked (Y/N) and was about to exit the car until she stopped him, “I had a really great time. Maybe we can do this again? Unless you don’t want to but it’d be nice to make another friend from school.” She was rambling which Peter thought was quite cute. “Yeah, let’s totally do this again. I had a great time.” He gave her a genuine smile but didn’t get out the car yet; a comfortable silence just filled her small car.

(Y/N) yanked him by his collar and kissed him on his lips; Peter was shocked but he didn’t stop her. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me; it’s totally fine if you don’t wanna see me again.” 

Peter, himself finally did an impulse decision. He kissed her again; cutting her off when she was in the middle of her rant.

“Would you like to go to homecoming?” He looked outside her window; afraid of rejection. “Well I’m going to have to check my schedule, and it says yes.” She joked with him. 

He pecked her again on the lips, “Goodnight (Y/N). I’ll see you at school.”

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a/n: i hoped you guys enjoyed thisssss :)))

@ everyone with intrusive thoughts

okay I’m not trying to invalidate anyone and their struggles but people really need to talk about intrusive thoughts that aren’t just stuff like “throw your cup across the room” or “eat this leaf” (even tho those must be stressful as well im sorry)

I’m talking about those gross, disgusting, violent thoughts that leave you awake at night afraid you’re going to slip up because it’s just a matter of time
Those thoughts that make you afraid to be alone in a room with anyone/anything you could possibly hurt
Those thoughts that leave you crying in the shower/puking over a toilet because they’re so disgusting and you must be a horrible person for even THINKING them
Those thoughts that make you want to kill yourself because it’s better than having to deal with them

People don’t talk about them enough and that’s why it’s so hard for people who suffer from them to realize that it’s not their fault it’s just the disorder
And to everyone who struggles with this: you’re so brave, I love you, and you’re going to get through this

So...

I don’t post much on Tumblr. I prefer to just lurk about, look at fanart, read fics, and stay tf away from all the toxicity and drama surrounding fandom.

But for right now - fuck all that noise. I’m entering the war zone.

I’ve been peeping on the SW fandom for about the last year and a half now, and something has come to my attention - some people… predominantly, it seems, anti-reylo shippers - are so incredibly vile, ruthlessly harsh, and just generally terrible to other people who are just trying to enjoy their reading of the film in peace.

And I mean, it’s not even like y’all (antis) have the correct reading of the film? You guys have CATEGORICALLY MISINTERPRETED everything you use as bait for why the Reylo ship is “wrong” “immoral” or “disgusting.” I’ve seen so many antis claiming that Kylo Ren won’t be getting a redemption arc and is a ruthless murderer with no regrets, yet the subtext of TFA, the SCRIPT ITSELF, dialogue in the novel, and specific comments from fucking JJ Abrams and Adam Driver himself refute that. You can’t argue that it’s incest, because at this point everyone associated with the series has essentially come out and said she isn’t a Skywalker or a Solo. To claim that Rey was “raped” by him and imply that it’s an abusive relationship is to -

1). Strip Rey of all her agency and overlook the fact that she has been established as a strong character who can defend herself (because, idk if you recall, but every time she encounters Kylo Ren…she defeats him). They have consistently been established as equals both in battle and in their abilities in the force, and to suggest she can’t hold her own against him is just blatantly ignoring the text. (And, going off the anti argument, when she enters his mind, that means she also “rapes” him, but I guess we can all overlook that because Daisy Ridley is a pretty, defenseless little woman and Adam Driver is a big, scary, superior man, right?).

2). To only have the capacity to understand text and character development as it’s presented to you in its most basic form. Y’all know this is a trilogy, right? See, what typically happens is that - over the course of a series of films - the characters change and drastically develop beyond what was presented to the audience in the first movie. This is what we call character development.

Do you guys seriously believe that every single Reylo shipper thinks they’re going to jump each other’s bones based on the mutual disdain for each other that was presented in TFA? FUCK NO! The Reylo speculation is centered around the potential we see for future development between the two, romantic or otherwise. It’s based on canon evidence in the novel and script. It’s based on comments from JJ Abrams, Lucasfilm and co. who suggest - nay, outright STATE - that the destinies of these two characters are specifically tied up in their relationship to one another. And now we have a poster, a trailer, and a whole host of spoilers to indicate that Reylo shippers are headed in the right direction in terms of character development and plot speculation. Don’t believe me? There are pages and pages worth of meta and Reylo-centered analysis circa 2015 - 2016 that has, as of recent news and revelations, pretty much hit the nail on the head. While y’all are still just hoping she’s a Skywalker.

The last thing I’m going to bring up is the the utter VENOM that is spat at people minding their own business, enjoying the SW series, and creating their art, totally unprompted, from antis. To call someone a pedophile based on a ship with a ten year age gap (the same age gap between Han and Leia, I might add, but you guys seem totes cool with that) is outrageous, offensive, and trivializes pedophilia. To call someone a racist because of their ship is, again, utterly outrageous, baseless, and wholly dismissive of POC shippers (like myself). Unless you see someone consistently posting pictures of swastikas and spewing hateful, anti-minority rhetoric, you - just another random, bitter asshole on Tumblr - have no right to call someone a Nazi, again trivializing the experiences of those who have had to deal with *actual* racism, stereotyping and social injustice. And if you think we’re sexist? I invite you to revisit Point 1.

Sorry for the long-ass rant. But people should just ship and let ship. There’s no need for the bullying, policing, name-calling, or even taking any of this shit so SERIOUSLY to the point where you would go out of your way to hurt others. Because at the end of the day, we’re all just watching a series of children’s films about space wizards with light-up swords. CHILL.

Small reminder!

Ziva is still alive and probably walking around Paris, with Tony and Tali. While shopping for a nice dress.. And Tali has the exact same dress, because she wants to look as pretty as mommy does.. And Tony picks Tali up and tells her she looks like a princess, and that yes, her mother is the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen! And it would be Paris without Tiva making love.. And then 3 months later, Ziver tells Tony she’s pregnant! And Tony is so happy and Tali is super excited, because she’s going to be a big sister and help mommy bathe the baby! Yes, that’s what’s happening to the DiNozzo family!!! And no one can tell me otherwise!