spent too much time and effort on this

Stop wasting your time with individuals who aren’t really all about you. Stop trying to force connections that aren’t all there, or telling yourself that maybe the reason love isn’t happening for you is because your expectations are too high. It’s not unrealistic to desire a partner that is attentive to your needs and wants, and who puts in the effort to not only get to know you, but keep you happy and feeling secure. Don’t compromise the things you value in a relationship for people who keep missing the mark. Your time could be much better spent. Some day someone is going to walk into your life and make you realize just why you should never settle, and they will be so bold and clear with their love that you’ll never have to think twice.

A rocky start

Some Context: one of my fellow players in a game is a rock golemn named Scoria. This exchange happened when the GM asked us on skype if we were available to play over the upcoming weekend:

GM: what’s the weekend plans guys?

Scoria: I am ready to roll.

GM: But are you ready to rock?

Scoria: You’re a real gem, GM

Player: stfu

Scoria: I’m sorry, shale we talk about this later?

Player: How dare you

Scoria: I got a bit boulder

Player: I s2g

Me: I think the puns rock. Perhaps you’re just too impatient to wait for a really nice one to crystallize. In the meantime you’ll just be losing your marbles over some lime jokes

Player: Why do you do this to me?

GM: Because we love you. Granite, we’re not very nice people.

Me: I wanted to throw out more puns in response, but I’ve hit a wall. They’re really too hard. Player is right, we should all some back down to Earth and start over, you know, with a clean slate. No more forced rock puns to stalagnate our conversations

Player: F***ING

Me: Uh oh, I’ve sent your and my relationship down a rocky road. Maybe if I’m gneiss you’ll be willing to drop all this grit and work with my based on sediment alone.

Player: z;ldkfjgn;zkjb

Me: I suppose I have norite to ask for forgiveness. Of quartz, I’ve earned your skarn. If you can’t forgive me I’ll just have to boulder on without you.

Player: why do you hate me?

Me: I don’t, I just love puns. But I’m done. I spent a solid 10 minutes reading up on names of rocks. It’s too much effort and I’m not even the rock golemn who should be making these puns.

Player: I’ll just silt over here and be quiet then

Scoria: I was driving!

Me: I’ve put more effort into thinking of rock puns in the last hour then I think you’ve done in entirety of the time you’ve played as Scoria. Not that I’m really keeping Scor(ia).

Drive east from Washington and eventually you run smack into the middle of the Chesapeake Bay, the massive estuary that stretches from the mouth of the Susquehanna River at Maryland’s northern tip and empties into the Atlantic 200 miles away near Norfolk, Va.

The Chesapeake is home to oysters, clams, and famous Maryland blue crab. It’s the largest estuary in the United States. And for a long time, it was one of the most polluted.

Decades of runoff from grassy suburban yards and farm fields as far north as New York state, plus sewage and other waste dumped by the hundreds of gallons, made the Chesapeake so dirty that by 1983, the crab population had plummeted to just 2 percent of what Capt. John Smith saw when he explored the bay in the 1600s.

For years, people tried to clean it up. States and the federal government spent millions of dollars. The first effort began in 1983 — officially launched by President Ronald Reagan in his 1984 State of the Union Address.

And each time, the cleanup efforts failed. The bay’s health wasn’t getting much better.

By 2009, when the Chesapeake Bay Foundation sued the Environmental Protection Agency in an attempt to get the EPA to do more to clean up the bay, the Chesapeake’s dead zone was so big it often covered a cubic mile in the summer.

Dead zones form when the water becomes too concentrated with nitrogen and phosphorus — allowing algal blooms to grow and block out sunlight from reaching beneath the water and causing populations of fish and crabs to plummet.

Then, last summer, scientists recorded no dead zone in the Chesapeake Bay. And wildlife was returning, too. The EPA’s new plan seemed to be working.

“When I first heard that spawning sturgeon were back in the bay, my reaction was, ‘Yes! We can get this done,’” says Will Baker, the nonprofit Chesapeake Bay Foundation’s president. “It’s really exciting. You give nature half a chance and she will produce every single time.”

Chesapeake Bay Dead Zones Are Fading, But Proposed EPA Cuts Threaten Success

Photo: Selena Simmons-Duffin/NPR

The Hybrid Under My Bed [Chapter Three]

Originally posted by apgujeon

WARNING(S): Family abuse in the first few chapters.

Genres: Angsty fluff, Mystery, Fantasy, Adventure

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Length: 4.6k words

Sypnosis: You were 7 year old when you met him, Jeon Jungkook, the little boy covered with bruises and dirt hiding under your bed, but little did you know that this encounter would drag you into a new morbid world full of darkness and adventures, but also unexpectedly love. (Not Requested)

BTS Jungkook hybrid!au, fantasy!au

(Third POV)

-> Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three


Chapter Three

*Present Day*

“(Y/N)!!” Your friend Vee shouted, snapping you back to reality. It was such a shock and so sudden that you bumped your head against the locker you were leaning onto.

You groaned, “Ugh! What the hell, Vee?” 

“I’ve been saying your name for the past ten minutes!” 

You rolled your eyes, “Stop exaggerating! You know as much as me that you would have given up within the first two minutes.”

She thought for a second, “Okay. True. You’re right, but still! Why didn’t you told me that I had a test today, huh?”

Your best friend whined, leaning her head against her locker while staring at you with a pout. “You know how much I suck at chemistry.”

“How could I know?” You raised your shoulders up, “We’re not in the same class.”

“We have the same program. You should have known about it.” She glared at you.

You sighed, “Okay, true, but I thought that you already knew that. And even if you didn’t, Jackson tried to text you about it yesterday, but you were too busy making out with Juan, oh yeah, on MY bed.”

You sent her a glare in return, crossing your arms on your chest. Juan was Vee’s boyfriend for now a year and you could see she was very happy with him, which also made you happy. Vee never had good taste in guys. She only dated assholes, bastards, fuck boys and the list goes on…

At least she was with Juan, who proved to be an excellent guy for her.

But making out on your bed? Not so excellent. You couldn’t help but shudder in disgust at the thought. What if they did it on your bed? You didn’t even wash the sheets.

Ignoring your remark, your best friend tapped her manicured nails on the navy-blue book she was holding nervously, her bluish grey eyes watching the other students around while biting her thin bottom lip, “I’m going to fail…”


You laughed when she smacked your arm.

“It’s not funny (Y/N)!”

You shrugged, “Well, if you weren’t busy sticking your mouth with Juan’s yesterday- “


You laughed even more, raising your arms in the air in an innocent posture, “Okay, okay, okay, I get it. You’re nervous. You think you’ll fail. You think you’re dumb, which is not false…” You smiled innocently when she sent you a glare, “… And you think you’ll fail the year. But you’re worrying too much, Vee. It’s just a test. I’m sure you’ll manage to get a decent grade. Alyce will still be proud that you at least tried.”

“Yeah sure, after she’s done beating up my ass that is. Oh God! I’m sorry (Y/N), it slipped!” She quickly added, seeing your body visibly tense at her words.

“It’s okay, Vee. It has been ten years ago anyway.” You shrugged, trying to relax and block away the memories of your childhood.

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You are My Heaven Pt 2 [End] (Steve Rogers fic)

Characters: reader, Steve, Sam, Natasha (mentioned), Maria Hill

Summary: Falling for a good man, who happened to be her training partner, was unavoidable. What if you can’t stay away, even after heartbreak? Is it possible to be friends with some one you’ve fallen for? Life rarely unfolds the way we hope it would. (Events take place after CATWS)

Warnings: lil fluff, lotta angst. Heartbreak. I’m sorry.

Word Count: 2.8k

Song Inspiration: Litost by X Ambassadors

Tags are at the bottom

A/N: This one hurt. Once again, I drew from my own personal experiences, so it took a lot out of me to write. I hope you enjoy it? I’m considering an epilogue, so let me know if that is of interest! Please let me know your thoughts! Special thanks to @buckyywiththegoodhair for helping edit. Bless you!  

<<<Part One   Part Two   Epilogue>>>



Originally posted by from-wizards-to-soldiers

The next morning after a maximum of 3 hours sleep, you dabbed on some concealer to hide bags under your eyes and got dressed. Hopefully you could blame your ‘illness’ on not looking your best. Once you arrived, it seemed you didn’t have to worry. Apparently Nat was a little too good at telling the story that you’d been sick. When you walked into work, everyone was shocked that you were “up and around” so soon. It was like you had the plague or something.

Assuring everyone you were fine, the office was back to business as usual. However, partway through your first day back, a mission report update arrived from Steve. Upon seeing the email, your breath quickened with a twist of your still-tender heart. You sought refuge in the bathroom until the pain in your chest subsided and tears dried. 

The rest of your week passed without incident, the only unusual being your lack of visiting the gym. Even without Steve there, too many memories lingered. You kept yourself distracted by catching up on work and spending time with the other Avengers. That weekend, you actually made an effort to go out with friends and socialize. The pain in your chest still lingered, but less sharply than before.

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The Librarians on Social Media

So I spaced out in class and basically came up with headcanons for everyone’s most used social media accounts

Cassandra: Tumblr

She has a blog full of just soft and sciency stuff: science side of tumblr, pastel edits, bi pride posts, cute outfit ideas, and her favorite self care activities. Basically her little escape from the rest of the world. She put a lot of effort into her blog layout when she spent time in the hospital; so it’s really organized.

Ezekiel: Reddit

Memes, so many memes. And updates on new tech coming to the market. He has daily visits to all the paranormal and dark web subreddits too. He’s definitely been a victim to the nosleep subreddit for many sleepless nights.

Jacob: Myspace

Jacob hasn’t touched proper social media since he was a teenager BUT he did have a Myspace account that he may have put a touch too much effort into. Ezekiel has definitely found it and laughed about 16 year old Jacob’s profile picture for days

Eve: Facebook

Eve, being one of the few people in the Library to actually have friends and connections, definitely uses Facebook. Originally it was to keep track of her old military buddies when she was off duty but now her feed is full of the cute animal videos she was tagged on by Ezekiel and Cassandra.

Flynn: Wikipedia

Did anyone really think Flynn would have a social media account? Like I wouldn’t be surprised if late 20s pre-Library Flynn had dating account profiles made by his mom but Flynn obviously spends a majority of his free time editing Wikipedia articles.


Aaaand she blasts Asgore with her balls of fire a little later. Goatmom knows how to make an entrance~

I spent too much effort on this comic than I originally planned. Still, it turned out nice.

Always cherish your time with Goatmom.

Are you cherishing?


EDIT: Ugh, just realized Tumblr couldn’t show this in its actual size. Broke it down to parts so it can be read.

Love and Monsters - Discovery Prompts!

1) “Baby, you know I’d never let anything bad happen to you,” the villain said. “But you don’t get to get in my way. Do you understand?”

2) “You broke my heart.” The villain pressed the knife lightly against the tip of the hero’s chest, right where it would be. “Guess you thought I didn’t have one, so it didn’t much matter.”
 The hero shifted with discomfort, but stayed silent. Hyper-aware of how little effort it would take for that knife to break skin.
“Ohh, don’t do this,” the villain crooned. “You’re the one that was desperate that we could just talk. No need for violence. You can’t be shy with me now, we’re such good friends and all, aren’t we?“

3) “You lied to me.”
“Lying, lover dearest, would require you asking me what I was doing with my time. You were too busy saving the world to much care,” the villain replied. “But oh, you’re fascinated with how I spent my day now, aren’t you?”
 “You didn’t have to do this to get my attention.”
 “Oh my god. Because heaven’s forbid it could be about or because of anything other than you. The earth might fall out of fucking orbit.”

4) “I cripple you?” the hero repeated in utter disbelief.
 “My affection for you,” the villain clarified, as if that actually made it any better. “You could personally be an asset if you wanted to be.”
 “Oh, I could? Wow. Life dreams being fulfilled right there. I’ve always wanted to be an asset to a complete and utter arsehole.” "This is why I didn’t tell you.”

5) “You could have been great, by my side.”
 “I’d rather be kind.”
 "How long have you known?“

I put far too much effort into this show…the year 198X is set in is 1986, because that was the only year in the 80′s that had a friday on Halloween. Also, Metallica’s ‘Ride The Lightning’ came out 2 years prior, and ‘The Breakfast Club’ in 1985; which makes sense for both Hannah and Amanda to reference them. 

Three Things

Parring: Natasha Romanoff X Reader

Word: 724

Warnings: My English:/

Summary: There were three things Natasha could never tell you

A/N: Honestly, i’m sorry. i didn’t really put any effort into this, i just wanted to write something, and… well…

Originally posted by basicmarvelnerd

There were three things Natasha could never tell you.

Even though they worked together on daily basis and were considered best friends, Natasha had three things she never had been, or ever would be, able to tell you.

Natasha had never been able to tell about the time you got drunk and she took care of you.

The night that Tony decided you all would spent in a club together, where you had had a little too much to drink. You had thrown your arms around Sam and asked him to dance with you when Natasha had decided it was enough. She had helped you back to the tower, where you had asked her for cocoa, a wish she had fulfilled. When she got back to your room you had asked her to help you out of your dress. You had asked her to stay, and stupid as she was, Natasha did. She had taken your hand while sitting down on the bed. As you slowly fell asleep Natasha had pressed her lips to yours.

The next day you had asked Natasha about what had happened, and she had explained how you got drunk and she helped you back. You had asked if Natasha kissed you, and she laughed. She joked about how wild your imagination was before telling you that you fell asleep before you could even drink your cocoa. You had laughed about it, and Natasha doubted if she should have told you about the kiss.


Natasha wasn’t able to tell you the real reason she screwed up your mission.

It had been an undercover mission last May. You were out on the field, and Natasha was supposed to guide you through the party, but as soon as she had seen you in your disguise, Natasha’s mind had gone blank. Normally you would wear jeans and a t-shirt, but that afternoon you had been dressed in a long, dark green dress, and Natasha had not been able to think straight. As the hydra agent had disappeared Natasha hadn’t been able to tell you which way he had gone, and you had all been forced to retreat.

They had all believed Natasha had been sick, and almost taken her to the doctor. She had convinced the others she was fine, but you didn’t drop it. You had constantly kept an eye on her, not letting her be alone, not that she minded. What she minded was Bucky, who had seen the way she had been staring at you, and still walked around with a smirk on his face. She had forced him to keep his mouth shut, and he had promised, but he had said Natasha should tell you how beautiful you had looked.


Natasha would never be able to tell you how much you meant to her.

She didn’t know when it had started. Maybe it had been the first time she saw you, when you had walked into the tower like you already owned the place. Maybe it had been when Tony had made a comment about your sexuality, when you had shifted a bit, looking around. Maybe it had been the first time you got hurt on a mission, when Natasha had felt a strong urge to protect you from all bad in the world. Maybe it had been when you had pulled a prank on her, when Natasha knew what you were doing but let you anyway to see your smile. Maybe it had been when you were cuddling to a horror movie, and Natasha had wanted to lean down and kiss your forehead. Maybe it had been when you acted like a child at one of Tony’s parties, where Natasha had taken care of you. Maybe it had been the first time she saw you in the green dress, when Natasha couldn’t keep her eyes of you.

But Natasha knew it had been there a long time. Your smile had always made her a little happier, and she had always longed for the moments together with you. When she walked into a room she had always looked for you, and she had always been worried she would lose you on a mission. And even though all of this had happened for so long, Natasha had never, and would never, be able to tell you that she loved you.


pushing daisies AU, a conversation (for more context click here, but in summary, dirk can’t touch jake because if he does jake will die)

i spent too much effort on this comic, then slowly lost it