the future starts now

It’s week four of Mental Health Month, Tumblr! We hope you’ve enjoyed the post prompts and all of the wonderful works of love that they generated. The month may be ending, but that doesn’t mean that sharing your stories and spreading awareness for mental health has to end, too. That’s why this week is all about posting it for the future 👉

  • Post a photo or GIF of yourself with a positive message that you can look back on anytime you need. Toss a Mental Health Month sticker on it.
  • Make a list of things you can do to make life better for future you.
  • Write a chat post between the person you are now and the person you would like to become.
  • Write down one thing you like about yourself and schedule it to be published on your Tumblr one month from now.
  • The future starts…now. Share one thing you plan to cross off your to-do list today, and then do it!
  • Make a list of things you’re looking forward to in the future.
  • The Ultimate Positivity Post. Fill it up with everything that makes you happy. Reblog it whenever you’re feeling down.

Do one of them. Do all of them. Do none of them and instead make up your own methods of bringing awareness to the importance of mental health. Whatever you do, just tag it with #postitforward so others can see your post as part of the bigger message. 

Keep looking out for each other, Tumblr.

And oh, hey, here’s the last of our upcoming Mental Health Month-themed Answer Times: 

I’m the only person on who can work towards my success. If I don’t, it won’t happen. Unless I put the time, passion and commitment in, my potential will remain just that. I have to remember to keep my foot on the gas, to get out of the habit of putting things off, of waiting for a better moment. The best time to start working towards the future I want is always right now. There’s always something I can be doing towards it, small or large. I need to maintain my momentum instead of just aimlessly drifting towards rosy ‘what if’s’. I need to focus on what it is I want to do on this planet, I need to turn the hypothetical into the actual. I need to make it happen. I can and I will.

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My Future Wife, LeFou!

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Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Title: My Future Wife, LeFou!
Words: 2,456 
Pairing: GastonxReader
Warnings: Little Bit of Swearing
A/N: Oh dear god I can’t find any Gaston stories I like so I guess I’ll just write my fucking own I guess that’s the only way I’ll ever be happy so enjoy my Luke Evans thirst

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Dirty Laundry

To be honest, I’m digging this vibe. Seriously digging the synth and the slow start. It’s different, yeah, but so what? Alex has already said in an interview with Alternative Press that they “started over” with Don’t Panic and Future Hearts continued that. And now this is too. Alex is writing the lyrics again - he had said previously he didn’t have as much control as he would like - and he seems happy. The band said on instagram they’re pleased with the song and the sound and said repeatedly before its release that they’re excited about it and the different vibe. The guys are happy, and they know what they’re doing now - it’s been ten years (fourteen since their formation). Have some trust in Alex, Rian, Zack, and Jack, and their new label, Fueled By Ramen, that they’re happy to be with.

Different doesn’t have to be bad, guys. Remember that. Music is supposed to change and evolve. This is a new era. Embrace it for what it is, not what it isn’t. 💜🌹

Horoscopes by Gil Hizon - Week of April 2-8, 2017

Look, queen…

ARIES (March 21 – April 19)

Okay, so you’re like, on a different wavelength than the rest of us this week. This is usually the time (for some reason) where bitches are running around frantic with the amount of overwhelming shit they have to do, but you’re all like, “Spring Break, WOOOOOO!” Look, queen, we want you to keep going with that, but maybe don’t be so fucking overt about it. Some of us have to work.
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TAURUS (April 20 – May 20)

So a big change is set to happen in your life within a few months, and if it was any other bitch, the normal reaction would be a huge freakout. But not you. You’re a fucking sea of calm. I mean more power to you, but this mode is making others uncomfortable. In looking at chu, these other hos may think that you just don’t give a rats ass how your big change could affect them. Look queen, it’s not your nature to cater to the other gurls, but at least just let them know that you care about what’s coming.
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GEMINI (May 21 – June 21)

People recognize and respect your ability to formulate theories and your willingness to keep an open mind. But sometimes, bitches just want to know what you really think without you referencing all these fancy fucking anecdotes you keep in your mental arsenal. Look, queen, hos are overwhelmed right now. When they ask you a question, be direct. B. E. Direct.
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CANCER (June 22 – July 22)

Sometimes, the more you plan your week, the more disappointed you get when things take fucking longer than expected. It’s stressful enough to have a pile of shit to do without time being a factor. Look, queen, this week is just gonna be a shitshow. The earlier you recognize and anticipate that, the more you’ll be able to accept and be at peace with the universe when the barista screws up your Starbucks.
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LEO (July 23 – August 22)

Oh, gurl, why are you even going there? And by “there,” I mean that dark place that contains all your neuroses, apprehensions and regrets about bad memories from distant past. Look queen, if you’re trying to harness your tolerance for bad shit because you think something horrible is about to happen, this is not the way to go. Huddling up on your own is not a good idea right now. You need to be among the bitches who love and accept yo ass. #textthem
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VIRGO (August 23 – September 22)

Here are just some of the things that annoy you: inefficiency, business e-mails on a Sunday, and people who walk their dogs without leashes (it’s careless, selfish, with a dash of lazy). Look queen, I’ll be the first one to tell a ho to wait at least 24 hours before speaking up when bitches do these things, but sometimes, you just gotta let someone have it, right on the muthafucking spot.
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LIBRA (September 23 – October 22)

You need to be careful what you’re promising other bitches. You may think you have something in the bag, but have you looked in there lately? Look, queen, there is no need to make any big proclamations about the future right now because any ho within hearing distance may start making life-altering adjustments to their routine all willy-nilly. The least you can do is wait a few fucking days. 
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SCORPIO (October 23 – November 21)

Look, queen, existing in two planes is not usually your gig (that’s more of a PISCES thing), but not this week. Get ready for a tug of war between your default intense nature which usually anchors you to the ground, and your awakened exploratory instincts that are more apt to search for new experiences to find meaning, even if it’s at a clearance bin at cRoss Dress For Less. As far as internal conflicts go, it’s better than a post-Chipotle experience.
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SAGITTARIUS (November 22 – December 21)

Thanks to a rut in one of your key relationships, your zodiac sign isn’t the only thing that has “SAG” in it. Could it be that maybe you’ve waited too long as far as even attempting to make any repairs in this partnership? Look, queen, if there’s even a nugget of anything that is worth saving in this union, I fucking urge you to get thee to fixing that shit. Immediately, if not sooner.
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CAPRICORN (December 22 – January 19)

The minute some bitch gets all emotional on you this week, you’re out. You are a firm believer that there is a place and time for catering to other hos “outbursts,” and your business vicinity ain’t it. Look, queen, I know that you’re focused on rolling up your sleeves and getting shit done but you also have to recognize that this person in front of you may not just be some employee.
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AQUARIUS (January 20 – February 18)

You’ve been on-the-go so much, that you’ve grown accustomed to always trying to get shit done. The idea of rest is so fucking alien to you now that you’ve trained yourself to sleeping only four hours a night. Look queen, that shit adds up. Instead of being so worried about the countless duties you have to do, why not sit back, relax and celebrate what you have accomplished?
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PISCES (February 19 – March 20)

So you do this thing where, when you’re critiquing others, you like to bookend that shit with unnecessary piles of praise and encouragement. We think that you do this as a way to pad the blow. Look, queen, I’m not saying that you should stop that shit. All I’m saying is that we can see what you’re doing. We’re onto you, gurl, thanks to our PISCES Opinion Filter, now available in all colors of the fucking rainbow.
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(DISCLAIMER for all entries: This is all a shitshow!)

For more Horoscopes By Gil Hizon, click here, gurl!

Quarterback Comeback - Chris Evans

Request: Okay so you wrote the Falcon fan story, think you can write one where the reader is a Patriots fan? Because if I had been at that game I would have been flipping out right along side him! & 

Request: Hey, do you think you can write a Chris Evans x Reader at the Superbowl, she’s also a Pats fan, and sooo much into the game. And they both yell the same thing at the same time and Chris notices her and like immediate crush, please?

A/N: Sorry if this is a bit cramped or any sort of football terminology is off, I tried to be accurate as I could. I even watched highlights of the game and went on the NFL website to look up the players, lmao. I hope this is good for both requests! Lots of love - R .x 

people: Chris!SuperBowl - Reader ft. Scott Evans & Jeremy Renner

warnings: nope.


“Yeah! Fuck yeah! Is this was euphoria feels like? Cause I’m high as a fuckin’ kite, that was sick, man!” You gave a double high five to Renner before turning to take a sip of your beer, which was missing. 

What the fuck, who takes a beer at the Super Bowl? Are we savages?

“Chris, I think someone stole my beer, Imma go get another-” Just as you were searching through your purse you glanced up at your boyfriend to see him frozen, with a beer situated right on his lips.

Popping up, you snatched your beer out of the thieves hands. Putting it on your other side knowing Renner would spit it out any of the beer if he decided to steal it. It was Bud Light and Renner was too fancy for that shit, so he says.

“Hey! Asshole! Ain’t you got millions? Get your paws off my drink!” I poked at Chris’s Patriot covered chest and saw those blue eyes begin their trick of puppy dog eyes, the ones I never could resist from him, ever.

“I thought we share now? Besides, it’s like God is upon us now! We have a fucking lead we’re so close, babe. We’re gonna win. I know it. Forget the beer we are going to be champions again-” We swing our heads as Scott yells out for us to look out onto the field- oh fuck.

“BRADY! FUCK YEAH! OH, MY GOD! YES, YES YES!”

“BRADY! FUCK YEAH! OH, MY GOD! YES, YES YESSSSSSSS!”

You saw your second boyfriend (to be fair, Chris didn’t really care and actually would agree anytime you talked about how Tom’s ass looked damn fine in his uniform. 

“Are you two fuckin’ like psychic? What the hell?” You both turned to Renner and rose a brow to him,

“What do ya mean?” Chris took a swig of his own beer can, and let his eyes drift back and forth to the field as Brady got Pat’s for his slide into the 40-yard line.

“You two have been yelling the same thing at the exact same time for like twenty minutes, I’d think you’ll we’re from the shining if you guys weren’t fuc-” 

Punching his shoulder you just smirked at Renner and shook your head, “It’s called telekinesis, Jer. We get it whenever we watch sports. It’s like all of a sudden we share a brain-” You took a slow glare to Chris jokingly, “And apparently beer’s now too…”

Chris only laughed and grasped your waist, pulling you snug into his side as the team set up again. “You think they’ll come back from 3 to 28?” 

Scott asked nonchalantly, only to have you and Chris simultaneously tell him, “Yeah we fuckin’ arah! We turning this steamboat around.”

You giggled at this weird formation that only now you realized looked probably quite disturbing outside of your mind and Chris’s as well. “We’re weird, aren’t we?”

“Yup. Psychos whose team is about to lock this shit down.” You gave Chris a peck to his arm before turning back to the game, only to see a goddamn miracle happen as White took a dive, landing a touchdown but just inches.

“Yeah! Oh, my! God!” You and Chris looked at each other with eyes filled to the brim with joy. Except, normally the passion that was in between you was not because a sweaty guy just got sacked by a bunch of other sweaty guys and managed to still land a touchdown.

“Still worried we ain’t gonna win, Scottie?” You leaned over and looked at Scott as he gave you a fuck off smirk and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oh good, god. I’m gonna have to have to Chris’s in my life now? Is this what it’s gonna be like, every time the Patriot’s get to the Super Bowl? Because if so, I’m gonna start charging you both for my additional weekly therapy sessions.” 

Chris just laughed loudly, clapping his heads as he threw his head back, obviously getting a bit Drunk Happy. You just chuckled to yourself and downed the rest of my beer, setting it aside and focusing back on the game.

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You knew they were going to make a comeback, it was what New Englander’s did. We turned around in the last moments and came together to fucking smash the glass ceiling every time. We never stop and we don’t even let our minds wander in the final hours of the game. To see the ball make it across the white line, and into the zone, landing us Patriots, another. Fucking. Win.

Confetti went off as you and Chris jumped up and down, high from the electricity in the air of fellow Bostonians and Englander’s cheering the team for their miraculous victory. “Oh my god! Yes! Yeah, yeah, yeah!” You shouted along with Chris as we roared with the fans. 

Taking in the victory of another win. Feeling Chris tug slightly on your arm made you turn towards him only to be picked up by the inward curve of your waist, and have a pair of beer tasting lips kiss you fiercely. Not bothering in holding back anything between you both as he kissed you with as much force as he could without pain. You draped your arms around his neck, letting your legs snake around his waist. Suddenly forgetting you were in public and people we most likely filming this. You frankly, give a damn, because your Quarterback was kissing from the victory. 

You almost pulled away from Chris with the love he poured into the kiss, feeling as if it was too much for your body to handle with all the excitement and beer running through you, right now. He pulled his head away and gave a dreaming, toothy grin that made you giggle softly into his neck while leaned in. You embraced the teddy bear of a man while swaying together back and forth in almost a hypnotic motion. Letting the cheers take you both different places. It was weird looking at everyone jumping and screeching, yet you’d just been that person who was tugging at their hair, grabbing anyone in sighting to tug them towards the scene below you, or even just shouting fuck over and over.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the chaos that surrounded you both, and the euphoria that laid in between are bodies, almost like we found a transportation device and we’re no longer at the stadium. We’re just together, loving one in another in a celebration of joy and love. After the last year, this win felt more than a victory for the Patriots, it felt like a win for you and Chris, personally. 

After the fights that you both went through together, united as one for the injustice that America was receiving these days, and much more to come, it sucked to believe tomorrow would resume normally. You kept in mind that in this moment, confetti popped and fell all around us, some catching even in your tangled locks.

“I mean, I hate to say this, Scott, but look how cute the Shining twins are? It’s like a football romantic dramedy!” Chris’s friend John teased you both as he pointed his camera towards us both, making Scott laugh and swat at John’s camera 

“Hey! It’s only during football season we become one. The rest of the time we are in a war together on who is better than the other at what. Let’s be honest, babe. I’m better, always.”

You slapped Chris on the chest and giggled, taking his unfinished Bud light from behind him, and slowly bringing it to your lips, “You keep telling yourself that, Buddy Boy. Just remember that we have film age of me kicking your ass all the way to Colorado in table tennis.”

“Shots already fired and we aren’t even out of the damn stadium yet!” Scott groaned, smacking his hand to his forehead. Jeremy let out a gruff laugh and patted my back as you situate yourself back on the ground again, fixing your top that had risen slightly.

“Congrats Scott on your newest sibling!” Jeremy teased to across at Scott who was smiling and shaking his head. “I’m in for a new hearing aid when they have a baby and becomes the ultimate super pat’s fan. Can you imagine?”

“Yes, I can, dork! And she’s also part of the team and is alongside all the best players and has gotten twenty super bowl rings so yeah!” You smiled at Chris delicately, as if he was suddenly made of glass. His voice never wavered when he replied to Scott, meaning he’d thought about our daughter in the NFL before. Not just making it up right now.

“Hmm, Baby Evans, Quarterback for the Patriots and winner of… a noble peace prize! I like that, babe. Let’s go start planning her future college fund, right now! Well, after we celebrate, then we can start her college fund and map out where she’ll play in college…”

Chris smiled and jumped for joy like a jumping bean suddenly made its way into his heart. Chris couldn’t help but dream about the perfection of you and him, crossed together to make the most amazing human being.

Chris knew that whatever gender, whatever personality, they’d have a Quarterback baby. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world to think about, though. He couldn’t help but smile more and more at the thought of a baby Evans wandering around during a future Super bowl, with a tiny Brady jersey on during the game.

Something to look forward too, in the next few years. 

At least that was Chris’s hope.


I can’t keep my Chris!Dad feels down, guys!!! I mean like look below, COME ONNNNN! They always come out in my writing, lol. I hope you enjoyed it! 

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“It is girls like me who believe in education. It is girls like me who are Muslims and are proud of their religion who stand for education and believe in education. And we tell the world that all Muslims believe in education and believe in peace”.

Congratulations to Malala Yousafzai on her new role as United Nations Messenger of Peace!

As youngest-ever Messenger of Peace, Malala will focus on girls’ education. After her designation by Secretary-General António Guterres on Monday, she had a powerful message for the young girls of the world:

“You are the real change-makers. If you do not stand up, change will not come. If you want to see your future bright you have to start working now… Change starts with us and it starts now.”

📷: UN Social Media Team / Elif Gulec & UN Photo / Eskinder Debebe 

Marry Me (Hamiltime Peggy/Reader)

Summary: You were eight years old the first time Peggy Schuyler asked you to marry her. Life is never quite the same after that.

Note: Write-a-thon Day 2! I’ve never written Peggy before, so here’s hoping it’s okay! This is quick and fluffy. Canon-era.

Rating: G

Word Count: 1724

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God today has been a good day but also really exhausting bc a lot of stuff and walking going on (or well, more walking than I usually do haha) but!!! I have great life news that you can find in the tags below haha

Predicting the Future

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“Hey guys and welcome back to another Predicting YouTubers Futures! I’m joined again with Josh,” Joe said making a weird face into the camera before the clip jumped to an unamused Josh, “Today’s YouTuber is the one and only Y/N Y/L/N!”

“You guys went completely crazy with comments about how she should be the next person so here we go!” Josh said clapping his hands together, before the clip jumped to an animated figure that looked just like you as the boys continued to speak.

“So my guess is that Y/N will never quit YouTube, she loves it too much and her subscriber count will grow and grow as she continues to make everyone laugh and smile with her own” Joe said, a small tint of pink colored his cheeks as he thought about his girlfriend’s smile. 

“Yeah she’ll still be making videos when she’s old and grey, running down the halls of her nursing home telling us how riveting her knitting session was” Josh chimed in with a laugh. “I bet she’d still be writing her stories, probably become the worlds olds best selling author, or the next J.K. Rowling”

“Yeah, she’d create the next fantasy series that will be made into movies along side her many autobiographies, which if you haven’t already go buy her book its pretty good” Joe said holding up his girlfriend’s book as Josh nods, backing his mates statement.

“What about her love life?” Josh asks as the animations shows you in a wedding dress.

“Oh thats easy, she’ll be married to me and we’ll have two little Sugglets running around making life just the right amount of hectic. We’d move back to the country side and have a big house with a thatched roof…”

“Woah woah woah mate, lets remember that this is Y/N’s life, not yours. Fairly certain she’s not into thatched roofs as much as you are.” Josh said cutting off Joe’s ramble as the animation rewinds back to you in the wedding dress. “I think Y/N will end up finding someone much better than you, like a really buff body builder and they’ll get married and she’d end up moving to some really cool island where they’ll just make videos exploring every inch of it and once they’ve done that, they’ll have a few kids who will become the main characters in her books and they’ll be asked to play themselves in the movies.” 

The camera jumps back to the two boys sat on the bed, Joe’s faced turn down into a frown as he listens to Josh’s theory on how Y/N’s life will pan out. 

“Wow cheers mate” Joe rolled his eyes at Josh who only shrugged in response. 


“Well guys thats the end of this week’s video, comment down below which YouTuber Josh and I should predict the future for next. Make sure to give this video a thumbs up if you enjoyed it, don’t subscribe to Josh, and I’ll see you next week. Bye!” Joe heard his voice close out his video as he made his way out of his office to the kitchen where you were sitting watching his recent video.

“Are you really watching that?” Joe asked from behind you. 

“Well you tagged me in so I kind of had to” You said with a smile, spinning around in your chair to face him.

You watched Joe’s cheeks turn the same shade of pink as it did in the video, his eyes shifting to the ground. 

“I think it was pretty accurate.” You said bring his attention back to you.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I don’t see myself quitting YouTube anytime soon, I probably will still be vlogging when I’m old and grey if it still makes me happy” You said standing up and moving to wrap your arms around Joe. 

“I’d love to watch that” Joe said kissing the top of your head before you moved it to look back up at him. 

“And I’d love to continue to write, becoming the next J.K. Rowling would be a dream.” You laughed. “You guys even got my love life pretty much spot on as well although I’ve never really been into the body builder type.”

“So you’d marry me?”

“I didn’t say that,” You said with a smirk, “but I suppose I could settle.” 

You pushed yourself up on your tippy toes, connecting your lips with Joe. You smiled into the kiss when you felt him deepen the kiss, his hands moving to the small of your back.

“Can I take that as a yes then?” Joe said after you pulled away. 

“Maybe if you asked properly, that was a pretty impersonal question.” You said unwrapping your arms from him and moving back to you spot at the worktop. 

You smiled slightly as Joe let out a fake laugh, knowing that he’d have to do a lot better than that if he had intentions of actually marrying you. 

“Wait so if everything in the video was pretty spot on, do you really not like thatched roofs?” You could hear the sadness in his voice. 

You turned back around in your chair, “They’re not my favorite type of roof but I wouldn’t completely hate it if we moved into a house that had one, as long as you maintained it and didn’t make me, or our kids, help.” 

“So you have kids with me too?” Joe’s lips curved back up into a smile. 

“You’re getting way too ahead of yourself Sugg. Stop thinking about the future and think about now, starting with ‘what are we going to have for dinner?’.”

“I was just about to cook before your distracted me by watching that video.” Joe said in a sarcastic tone leaning down to kiss your cheek before moving to the other side of the worktop. 

“Mhmm, sure.” You said with the same sarcastic tone as you watched him rummage around in the fridge for the ingredients needed for dinner, a slight smile growing on your lips.