the teacher never liked me after that

100 Prompts That Will Make You Cry: Part 1

Unfortunately, my amigos, we managed to come up with 100 prompts. Here’s part 1:

  1. You’re a ghost haunting your own funeral. You see that nobody showed up.
  2. What are these strangers doing in your house? You’re confused and angry, it’s been a week and it seems like they’re not leaving, they’re not even paying attention to you. You’re the ghost haunting your house without knowing it.
  3. A single man and dog run the Iditarod only to show up with the medicine for his daughter too late. This is his story.
  4. You fight for a noble cause. You complete all the necessary steps. You reach the top of the world doing good deeds to improve peoples lives. It’s your first day of retirement and you watch your hard work comes undone before your eyes.
  5. “You can’t understand how it is to feel this worthless. I just want it all to go away! I want it all to STOP!”
  6. Despite everything they did, everything they went through. It was made clear that their attempts were pointless, as they were too late to save them.
  7. The only thing left for you to do was to leave forever
  8. You didn’t visit your parent figure in hospital the day before they passed away because you wanted to finish your homework. Less than 24 hours later, you get a message from your sibling. “They passed away this morning.”
  9. No matter how hard you try, they just laugh at you. You are a joke, a game, you don’t matter. You’ve had enough.
  10. “Robert, you can’t just leave! There are fifty kids waiting for you! You promised you’d get us out alive. You told them so!” “No, darling, I promised I’d get us out alive. Us, being me and my 500 grand. Thanks for your help, by the way. Sorry about the boiled alive thing. Chao!”
  11. Why did you leave me? It’s been 15 years. Why did you leave? I can’t just accept the fact that you showed up on my doorstep expecting an apology. I have a family now. And I can’t let you pull me into your problems.
  12. Your school, company, or organisation has required you to go to therapy for a potentially traumatic incident. This is the session when you decide to tell the story of becoming estranged from your last living relative.
  13. You can only watch the live news helplessly as, thousands of miles away, an tsunami happens in the country your best friend happens to be visiting
  14. “My head is full of you but my arms are empty.”
  15. Best Friends Forever", we used to say. But now we aren’t even talking anymore. When I see them anywhere, another person is by their side, a new best friend. And I, I am all alone.
  16. Person A shares something that no one knew about them and it is very personal and then they get outcasted by their family and person B is the only one to support them as they cry.
  17. The fire was pretty, swirling in shades of blue and green and purple, if you could ignore the fact it was destroying the planet.
  18. A crying child in the hospital bed looks to you for answers. She wants to know where her mommy is. You have no answer.
  19. “I cannot take it anymore, Sam. You don’t tell me anything, you’ve been disappearing for hours, you have phone calls you don’t want me to hear, and now you forgot our anniversary. I’m done being patient. I have packed my things, you can keep the car and the house. Goodbye.” A small box fell out of his fingers, and a ring with a diamond shining merrily on the band rolled away, as the phone stopped playing out the voicemail.
  20. You unlock your phone, and, ignoring the shaking of your hand, answer the call. “Hey” you say, not even trying to compress the wound, too far gone as you already are, “no, i’m fine. I’ll be with you in a minute or two…”
  21. I knew it would be there, I saved for this special occasion. It was my deserved reward after a shitty day and it was gone. The cupcake was gone.
  22. it was finally summer, his favorite season. He sat up in his bed and told you all about what he did last year. He rode his bike everywhere, he played so many games with his friends, he swam in the town park pool… you were the doctor, and you had come in to bring his parents out of the room to talk to them about how the cancer had spread unexpectedly.
  23. You’ve just had an unpleasant lunch with your family and one of your siblings has just told you that you’ve been horrible the entire meal. What now?
  24. Your mom starts crying
  25. you walk down the street and you see a familiar face. Your heart starts beating faster and you speed up, because Gosh, you haven’t seen them in the longest time, but then as you are about to reach them and scream their name, you suddenly stop because remember that it can’t be them because you’re now on the other side of the world, and you left the person you love far away….
  26. It’s your grandfather’ funeral. The place is packed, he was loved by so many. Then, a small child puts a cup of coffee by his ashes.. (“Have this grandpa, it’s time to wake up”)
  27. The person you love has to be killed in order to save other people. Their death guarantees the others’ safety and it is the right thing to do, and they want to do it, but you have to kill them. So you do.
  28. you have the power to bring back the dead. You quickly realize that this comes with draw-backs since certain parts of them stay dead. someone close to you had an accident and this is the most difficult decision of your life.
  29. the smallest coffins are the heaviest.
  30. Her answer is to gently cup your face with trembling hands. Her smile is gentle and so, so sad. Her breathy whisper reaches your ears, “because love is watching someone die,” and shatters your world.
  31. It had always been her. From the first day you saw her, you knew that she was the one, the one you wanted to spend your entire life with. Day by day, that future became a little more solid, a little more opaque. Until you watched it shrivel, collapse and die when strangers pulled a frail, familiar body out of the wreck.
  32. you wake up to silence, except for the sound of quiet sobbing and a set of packed suitcases in the hall.
  33. “I’m going to… take a nap… just for a minute. I’ll be… right back.” He lies down just where he sat. “Could you… hold my hand?”, he asks of her. She moves carefully around the table, as not to disrupt the game that they will certainly continue. He rests his head on her knees. “Are you there?”, he asks. “Yes, I’m here.” He holds her hand tighter. “Are you there?”, he asks, slowly his voice getting quieter and weaker….
  34. You and your family were in a car crash. You think you’ve survived but in the hospital you found you’ve died and you watch your parents, your SO, your children and your friends mourn. You don’t leave earth. You remain there watching over your loved ones, but when they die, they don’t join you. You are by yourself forever.
  35. Driving home, you hit something. Getting out, you realize it’s your pet who went missing a few months ago
  36. Using the word ‘almost’ is the most melancholic way to describe an upsetting moment. She almost got there in time. He almost caught her. She almost told her. They almost made it.
  37. You realise animals no longer acknowledge your existence. They can’t seem to see or hear you. Your best friend is your dog.
  38. “I’ll never be perfect in my parents’ eyes no matter what I do.”
  39. When you were 7, you were kidnapped when for 15 years. At the age of 22, you are finally rescued. Write about your time held in captivity and what it was like when you were saved.
  40. Time and time again, the prompt guy refuses my Danny DeVito suggestions
  41. “You’re the worst teacher I ever had, but I don’t want you to leave, because you were also the best, in a way.”
  42. after always feeling like you were never wanted around, someone decided to tell you how you felt is exactly right. and now you have a fire in your heart you’ve decided to do something about it.
  43. He was supposed to protect me. Instead he became the one I needed protection from.
  44. “We’ll be finally be able to be together. Just one more year. Then we can finally be happy.” That was the last thing you said to your lover before going back off to war. Now you find yourself in an empty house, holding one last letter addressed to you and the memories of a lifetime of unfulfilled promises.
  45. I’m not sure which was worse: keeping it a secret for so many years, or the look on my mom’s face when I told her.
  46. you moved in a new town a few months ago. One of your friend tells you that he heard your best friend say “There’s no point staying in touch, we won’t see each other ever again.”
  47. “I’m sorry sir, but we’re all out of chicken nuggets.”
  48. You are a stray dog. Your master lost you 3 years ago. You go on an epic and heart-filled journey to find your master, not knowing that they are already dead.
  49. It was the first time your parents said the word proud in relation to you, but you could just feel that was nothing more than a backhanded compliment. It only made you feel terrible.
  50. After five years, they were finally back together. But time had torn them apart and as much as they tried, they were unable to love each other again.
  51. The dark and dreary realisation finally hit you: You’re the one in the coffin. This is your funeral. All these people are upset and crying over you.
  52. The war had been ravaging the country for years. You fought for your country, you shed your blood, you did your part. And yet a mistake is going to be your undoing. Write your last letter before your execution to a daughter you will never come back to.
  53. Your siblings played a game with you, it was called “Who can ignore you the most”. But it’s okay, you knew they love you, because there was still food on the table, and bedtime was still shared in the same room. It’s been years, you’re in the worst time of your life now, and you feel the need to reach out for help. You hope the game is over by now.
  54. You’ve been messaging someone online for years now, chatting with them about this and that every so often. They stopped logging on a month ago. You have no way of knowing if they’re okay, and can only watch and wait for a reply.
  55. You read a late familiar’s diary from decades ago. You knew nothing about them before this moment.Their insight in life is what you need to solve your problems, and your insight could have helped save their life.
  56. “I am so tired.” She whispered to him, inches away from jumping of that bridge.
  57. Every time your father leaves for work, you wonder if he’s going to die. You make sure to say “i love you” every day before he goes, but one day you forget…
  58. you’re the last member of your species, your culture, your language. Scientists are around you, waiting for every bit that you can share, for them to document. They don’t care about you. Although you’re surrounded by people, you’re alone.
  59. your idol, a vegetarian, was forcefully fed a hotdog
  60. Write about the small and big sacrifices mothers make for their children.
  61. You are trapped in a “coma” can hear everything around you, including friends and family coming to say goodbye before your life-support is taken away due to lack of insurance. They can’t prove you aren’t brain dead. You can’t say goodbye back.
  62. “The monsters won’t come and hurt me will they daddy?” “As long as I’m around,” he said, giving you a goodnight kiss. “No one will ever hurt you.” “You’ll come home right? Promise?” “I Promise.” But he failed to keep his promise. He never came home and the monsters got you after all.
  63. Tell the story of someone who goes about daily life, well, tries to anyway. It’s hard for them because they had severe depression. Tell of their struggles and trials. But also tell of their successes.
  64. For Sale: Baby Shoes. Never worn.
  65. you’re the last person in the world and you just lost hope for finding anyone else
  66. You went on a great quest with your friends. You slayed monsters together, fended off enemies, and overcame all challenges that came your way. However, your friends perished at the final boss. You’ve just defeated him, and the reality is sinking in.
  67. You are the new Death. The torch has been passed down to you for reasons you don’t know. It is now your job to take the lives of those whose time is up, old or young. Are you prepared to do it? And why were you chosen?
  68. You have become immortal through a game that destroyed your universe. You and and your friends recreated the universe. You remember, they do not. The big bad from the game haunts your dreams.
  69. You wake up and smell something burning. You think someone is making breakfast. You get up to see your house is on fire and you’re the only survivor.
  70. As the crowd around you cheers for your brother’s assassin, you hold him in your arms as you watch his life fade. He was the most hated man in the world, a brutal dictator, a tyrant worse than your father ever was. He was the very kind of man who you hated yourself. Yet you’re crying, looking down upon his smiling face as he watches the crowd and his killer in his final moments, because in the end this was what he promised you. He promised to make a world where no one would have to fight anymore, where there can be peace. And now that the most hated man is dead, there can be.
  71. After a long fulfilling life, you find yourself in the past, at the lowest point of your life. Your family is gone, your friends don’t know who you are, and you’re left with nothing. What do you do?
  72. there’s no pizza in the fridge
  73. You love children and plan to have some one day, until you find out at a doctors appointment that you are infertile…
  74. It’s the effort that counts but it’s the result that’s remembered. Write a story about someone who spent years devoted to their passion but their efforts remain unrecognised, unappreciated because they were ultimately unsuccessful, even after death.
  75. “…you never really loved me, did you.” and the silence said it all
  76. you are a dog going into the vet. You have no idea why your owner is crying. You have no idea that it’s your last visit.
  77. Your parents just told you that they’re getting a divorce.
  78. Your best friend/SO has wronged the gods and has 24 hours to live. You can trade your life for theirs by putting your essence by the mercy of the gods. What do you do?
  79. he spat angrily as he raised what remained of his son “I NEVER LOVED YOU”
  80. write a story where you build up to one character’s death. In the end, that character survives, but another character dies instead.
  81. You are a time traveler, but you never knew it. The only time you successfully did it was when you were a baby, and you’ve grown up a long time away from your original life. One day, you find a shrine… Dedicated to you, by your original family.
  82. You sat across from them at the table, and realized that you had both run out of things to say to each other.
  83. Write a story about an adventurous character who somehow survives all the trouble they get into. These are the memories of an old person, as they remember what they did, with a week of less left before their last breath.
  84. Everyone else had moved on further. You have missed your opportunity to move along with them, and you are the only one left behind in the gray lands. All because of your most annoying habit
  85. “But I rescued you from-” “You killed the dragon! You killed my best friend!”
  86. When you were little, you lost your parents in a house fire. Now, you’ve found out that you have the power to control fire, and are starting to suspect that the fire that killed your parents wasn’t a cooking accident after all..
  87. You spent the past 10 minutes walking back and forth from the lobby to the dance floor in search of them, worrying your ass off. They finally decide to come out and they curse at you for ruining their night.
  88. It was horrible, a pain unbearable to you, the feeling of your soulmate breaking down. The person you once loved, now shattered and scarred from trauma. The worst of part of it, you were helpless. All you could do was sit and watch, but you’d get your revenge. On Death himself.
  89. Your maths teacher gives you a school detention despite the fact that you are 110% innocent of everything you’ve been accused of.   You are forced to stare at a wall for half an hour in silence to think about ‘what you’ve done.’  What happens now?
  90. You confess to your parents about your depression and suicidal thoughts, but they just shrug it off as you being over dramatic. Months later and the sight of your parents still hurts you deep inside, because they never understood you.
  91. You’re in love with your coworker, who’s married and has two kids. He’s quitting job today. He tells you that he loves you.
  92. You’re in a room full of onions.
  93. You’re just about to start your period and you’ve been craving Chinese food all week. You finally get said Chinese food, get home, pull it out of the bag and drop it. You start scream-crying, and your family runs into the room to check on you. What happens next?
  94. Your daughter has been bullied ever since she’s started school due to the fact that you aren’t the richest of families in a pretty nice neighborhood. When she begs you to buy her a doll everybody likes, you know you won’t be able to afford it.
  95. You hide in your room and clutch a pillow, listening to the abusive language your family members through at each other. You hear your youngest sibling being physically abused again, and his screams echo throughout the house.
  96. “We found cancerous tissue. I’m sorry.” “What a way to start my first day of college.” (comment: this actually happened to me, I was diagnosed with cancer my first day of college)
  97. An old man is on his death bed, riddled with dementia.  Volunteering for the elderly with no family left, you visit, but he mistakes you for son or daughter.
  98. I looked in the mirror and realized who was staring back. It was someone I wasn’t content with.
  99. Write a story through the perspective of an abused cat on their 9th life.
  100. Tell a story about a person who never appears in photographs because they were always behind the camera, looking wistfully at everyone’s smiling faces. It is only after they’re long gone that someone finally notices. Old memories are brought up.
a word on dark fuck archie

so i’ve had this theory brewing in my head for a while re: riverdale - a show i am not watching, btw. i’m trying to figure out why, in 2017, a teen soap opera on the cw which is inarguably going for the queer teen demographic like a heat-seeking missile is utterly failing to deliver anything resembling real representation.

like, if you can air betty and veronica kissing, surely you can portray one or both as openly gay or bi? if you can explicitly depict jughead as asexual in the comics - have him say the word, even - what’s stopping him from being asexual on the show? if you’re going to insist your show isn’t “fanfiction,” why pad your show wall-to-wall with queer UST and beg fans to write fic about it?

so i’ve been puzzling all of this out, right, and up until now i’d just dismissed the show as pretty flagrant textbook queerbait.

but then today i saw a post that was like, discussing a storyline in which ms. grindy fucks archie - like, yes, in this show, the matronly senior citizen english teacher is a thirty-something predator who goes after her teenage students? - and the OP of the post was like, “do NOT blame archie andrews for this, blame the writers.” blame the writers. which struck me as an odd choice of phrasing. because we’re three weeks into this show. and the writers have apparently done nothing but make batshit, morally objectionable decisions. and because nobody watching or talking about this show appears to actually enjoy it?

and then it hit me: riverdale isn’t queerbait. oh, no. no, no, no. this is something we’ve never seen before, at least not on this scale.

it’s discourse bait.

there is no reason to believe that every single element of riverdale was not concocted in a corporate laboratory to bait teenagers into arguing about it online. first, lure social justice-minded kids in: diverse casting - polynesian archie, latina veronica, an all-black josie and the pussycats! hint at queer representation - betty and veronica kissing, kevin keller existing, barb from stranger things making an appearance and maybe being a lesbian? 

so do all of that, promote the shit out of it, get your fanbase in order before the show’s even aired - and then blow it all to pieces from episode one. 

why bother writing a plot when you could write the basis for a million furious micdotcom thinkpieces? why bother writing representation when hinting at representation and then ripping it away generates so much more twitter traffic? no such thing as bad publicity, right? a kid hate-watching the show is still watching the show and running up the ratings. every person who blogs about how shitty this show is inevitably inspires a few more people to go witness the trainwreck firsthand.

it’s like. a breathtakingly clever trap. and thousands and thousands of well-meaning young people have walked right into it. this show literally exists for no other purpose than to generate controversy in an age where teenagers who watch the CW also read bell hooks and foucault. fucking wild.

Okay. So #studyblrs get real isn’t trying to offend anyone. I’ve gotten some anon messages that are really rude and I’ve just straight up deleted them.

#studyblrs get real is just that, we’re getting real. I’ve rewritten my notes to be aesthetically pleasing one time. Uno. Ein. Yeah that’s the only languages I know one in.

The studyblr aesthetic isn’t most people’s real life studies methods. It’s some people’s, and I want to congratulate those who manage to keep the aesthetic up.

But honestly, it’s not real life. Real life is being up at 2 AM, surrounded by four empty cups, Rice Krispies Treat wrappers, and a pizza box with just pizza crust in it, and grease marks on your paper. Real life is not having time to make these AMAZING and GORGEOUS notes, because you’re studying for the grade, NOT the notes.

People say you just need to “study” to be a studyblr, but why is it only the MUJIs, the Mildliners, and the Staedtlers get reblogged? Why doesn’t the pictures of sloppy, coffee stained notes get reblogged? The rain drenched crinkled notes that don’t get rewritten. The notes with more scribbles than legible writing.

Underneath is why I think that #studyblrs get real needs to become popular, and fast, which has been taken from what I said in a conversation with @universi-tea where the idea for #studyblrs get real came up.

Teens that are growing up may not know what they’re facing, because aesthetic studyblr makes it look like sunshine and lollipops.

“I’ve been through things that will commonly happen. I’ve been rejected by my dream school, and I’ve cried at 4 AM in the morning because my fourth SAT scores weren’t high enough to meet requirements after months of studying. I’ve taken AP classes. I’ve graduated.

Your high school/college/university experience may have been different, but mine was a rude awakening and I’m trying to prevent others from crashing and burning like I did. I was an all A student in high school, even with AP classes. I graduated fifth in my class with 25 credits from AP scores, in which my school only offered seven AP classes.

My first test in uni was a 38 in Business Calculus. A fucking 38 out of 100. I remember it very vividly (Thursday night, and the Blacklist was on.) It was like someone was trying play a joke on me because I had NEVER gotten that low of a test grade before. I remember looking at my scores, and the sense of dread settling into the pit of my stomach. I cried, and then called my old AP Bio teacher (idk why now that I think about it) I had a panic attack, and I was by myself (lived alone.) Those two are very dangerous. My next test score was a 51. Rinse, and repeat.

Do you know how worthless I felt? How long my mom yelled at me after I called her? How my friends reacted when they found out? I went and had a four hour conversation with the professor, who told me that this was the most common thing he saw in a class with freshmen in it. That they come thinking that they’re prepared and they are by no means prepared. I had to go to tutoring. For every single class but one. This was so fucking embarrassing. I had gone from the tutor in HS to the tutored in Uni.

My best friend went to the North Carolina School of Math and Science. Extremely prestigious, and extremely hard. “It’s like taking uni classes when you’re 16, 17, and 18, but you don’t get credit for them as college classes.” I’ve known my best friend since I was 10-ish. She’s the most level headed, and the smartest person I know. She calls me frequently, crying, because the work load. She spent a whole week with me trying to get over one failing grade.

This embarrassment, this shame and lack of self worth I experienced in uni is something I NEVER want ANYONE to experience. I’m trying to prevent these people younger than I am from feeling this way, because I had sunk into a depression because of grades. Grades that could’ve been prevented, had I known the truth.

Sure, the studyblr aesthetic may work in some people’s lives, but in college/uni, you’re being pulled in so many directions. I don’t know of a single person in any of my classes that have gorgeous notes. Hell, I don’t know anyone who can even afford to buy nice planners, or buy fresh fruit. Being “a broke college student” is entirely legit.

But all this aside, if you’ve managed to live out the studyblr aesthetic in university and keep up your grades, you better be DAMN proud of yourself. I’m not trying to make anyone mad. This is the reality most of us experience. It’s the honest truth, and I had to find out the hard way. I just don’t want anyone else to find out the hard way, either.“

how to tackle dreadful classes

yes im back at it again with the horrible intros masterposts!! (honestly im not even gonna try bc the title is self explanatory and im just gonna ruin this post if i go any further oh no i already did it rip)

((WARNING: THIS IS RLY LONG)

1. figure out why you hate this class. is it because you find it boring? you’re not doing so well/you don’t like the challenge? do you dislike the teacher? do you dislike your seat/the classroom/setting? whatever it is, figure it out and then work to eliminate it.

1.a. you find the class boring. this is inevitable because there’s always that one class ;; BUT! you can beat this! throw yourself into the class. find something about the class that you actually like and focus on that for the whole period. examples of this are: your seating (do u sit next to someone cool/nice? maybe a cute person that u rly wanna talk to? [uh don’t let this distract u tho!!]), the benefits of the class (if it’s an ap class, youre earning college credits!! might even help with your major; if its a language class, learning a language is SO important), the setting (is the room aesthetically pleasing? do you get to look out of the window at the blue sky when you’re done with your work?) or even the teacher (lmao i have more teacher friends than student friends). maybe it’s even the fact that it’s’ the first class in the morning, so if you do well in it, it’ll set the tone of your day? idk, just find something that’s not boring and focus on that all period. !!

1.b. you’re not doing well/it’s too hard for you. honey, this isn’t an excuse. even if you suck at a class, YOUR EDUCATION IS HELLA IMPORTANT. once again, throw yourself into the class! find people who are good at the subject and form study groups with them (or just ask ur own friends if ur too scared to talk to new people). TALK TO YOUR TEACHER. dont just sit there crying because you dont know how to solve that equation! ask for help! go on youtube, go on khanacademy, go on kuta, DO SOMETHING. even if you still continue to struggle, your teacher will appreciate the effort! 

1.c. you dislike the teacher. this is probably one of the worst ones lol. why do you not like the teacher? is it because they never call on you? is it because you think they’re too hard on you/they grade things viciously/too much homework and tests? do they always seem to be after you? well, some of these might actually be your fault. many students think that the workload is more than it actually is, simply because they don’t plan and aren’t prepared. or, some teachers target students for being bullies or for talking in class. these are things you can change. however, if it’s something like your teacher never calling on you or coming at you for no reason, that’s something you and your teacher have to discuss. ask them (POLITELY) “i feel like i am targeted/ignored by you during class and it makes me uncomfortable. is there anything i can do to change this?” chances are, your teacher will like that you’ve taken initiative to not only fix your relationship, but ultimately do better in their class. BAM.

1.d. you dislike the setting/your seat. quick fix: if you don’t like where you sit, ask your teacher to move you (dont forget to give a valid reason!! this does not mean lie. i see u) however, if you dont like the actual room…there’s nothing u can do about this; sorry bub! MAYBE if you and your teacher get close, you can help them redecorate one day? this is unlikely but worth a shot.

1.e. if it’s really THAT bad, switch classes, my dude. i know lots of schools have the option to switch classes at a certain time.

2. work to solve whatever the reason is that you hate this class. (mentioned next to each cause above ^)

(i just realized that i didn’t need to number this because there were only two main bullet points)

ok this is literally the worst masterpost ever but !!!!

also: what do do about classes you hate by @tbhstudying!!

[[i really hoped this helped + sorry for the crappy masterpost (’: ]]

-jul

Every izuocha scene in bnha and other izuocha stuff

Despite this fanbase being so small, they actually have a lot of scenes together… so lemme start from the very beginning

Uraraka stopping Izuku from falling from falling on his face as well as saving from 5-6 seconds of utter embarassment.

Look at how happy he is to talk to a girl, and a cute girl for that matter, and it just so happens that she is actually the first girl Izuku has actually ‘talked’ to. It’s not like Izuku has never spoken to a female in his life before (I mean he has his mom, and I’m sure he’s talked to other girls in his past classes but you get the point), but this was like the first time according to Izuku that he had a real conversation with a girl.

Izuku is a hella nervous for the entrance exam and he sees Uraraka as a source of comfort, well at least someone to talk to for him calm him down a little before Iida stopped him. This isn’t like an actual romantic moment or whatever so don’t hate me for this please, but at least it’s something right?

Izuku saving Uraraka from the robot, this scene is what triggered their friendship. He could have chosen to run away like everyone else did, he had zero points but he still chose to sacrifice his chances of getting into U.A just to save her.

Uraraka going out of her way to beg them to let Izuku at least have some of her points, no normal person would do that… no one would go out of their way to make sure a complete stranger passed, I mean it’s an exam so it’s every man for themselves. And look at how touched Izuku is here… with the kind of shitty people around him (bakugou, his middle school classmates, his middle school teacher, that doctor) he never would’ve imagined anyone going out of their way to do something like this for him. They actually both made an impact on each other after the entrance exam. And I know for a fact that people are gonna argue with this and say that she was just being nice and shit

You’re telling me that you’re just gonna ignore this?!!! He indirectly said this girl was attractive.

Here he is acting like a normal socially awkward teenager who’s too shy to talk to a cute girl, and we’re just gonna ignore this??? I mean he can’t even look her in the eye, doesn’t that mean something?

Uraraka cheering for Izuku in the backgorund…

Uraraka being worried about Izuku’s swollen finger…

Izuku finds Uraraka to be very attractive again, twice.

Izuku blushing like crazy because he’s on the same team with a cute girl who just happens to be his first real friend, who’s a cute girl.

And this is probably the most important moment. Izuku easily accepted the new meaning that Uraraka gave to the the demeaning name Deku. We all know that it’s impossible to change the meaning of the word, especially a word that a lot of people already know the meaning of. I’m sure Izuku knew that. He probably would have accepted the name of it was someone else who changed the meaning but I don’t think he would’ve accepted it as quickly as he did for Uraraka, because it really touched him when she said that.

At first you’d think Izuku just felt super flattered for what Uraraka did to his name, but he took it to heart. Look at him confidently declaring the ‘new meaning of his name’, this surprised Uraraka too because… well she didn’t think he’d take it seriously.

Bakugou has zero chill XD

Izuku treasures the new meaning of his name so much that he even decides to make it his hero name, aka the hero name he’ll be using for the rest of his life, the name that he’ll forever be known as, and the name that sounds so demeaning… good luck with that my son…

Uraraka voting for Izuku knowing fully well that she could have voted for herself, but she voted for Izuku because of her admiration for him.

Uraraka being the only person to notice Izuku wasn’t in his costume. Izuku blushing, or getting excited… or blushing I can’t really explain what was going on here between these two but they were definitely having a moment.

Uraraka teaming up with Izuku when he was all alone which brought Izuku to tears. She teamed up with him because she’s most comfortable with him, they’re both really good friends, and because she admires him so much. Izuku is surprised too, because if she teamed up with anyone else it would give her a better chance for her to win. So once again, Izuku’s touched by Uraraka’s affection towards him.

Uraraka getting jealous of Hatsume because she’s getting all of Izuku’s attention. It’s not like Uraraka wanted to be the center of izuku’s llife 24/7 or anything but how can I say it… it’s kinda annoying to be really good friends with a boy and then some other girl just swoops in from nowhere and grabs his attention, I mean I know I’d feel a little ‘ish’ if that happened to me, because Uraraka was basically like the third wheel throughout the cavalry battle, and no one likes being a third wheel.

Uraraka admiring Izuku’s strategic mind once again, although she mainly said this because she was feeling uneasy.

Izuku knew Uraraka felt uneasy about going against Bakugou, so he went out of his way to make a plan for her to win. It’s funny because this is exactly how Izuku felt before his first fight with Bakugou, and Uraraka was the one comforting him and trying to help him feel better, and now the roles have been reversed. 

Although I’m glad Uraraka rejected his help, because it helped her realize that she couldn’t always rely on others for her success.

Izuku was rooting for her throughout the whole  Kacchako battle (and jeez, have I ever said how much I love Bakugou and Uraraka in this fight) and he was concerned for her safety. Izuku was Uraraka’s motivational drive here, her motivation to win.

Izuku was rooting for her before the match even started, sure he felt nervous but at least he didn’t immediately think he she was gonna lose like EVERYONE else did.

Izuku feeling bad for not being able to do anything for her…

He’s the only one that goes out of his way to check up on her, not even Iida, or Tsuyu.

Izuku saw right through Uraraka and she obviously knew she was lying about being totally fine. He felt guilty that he wasn’t able to do anything to help her win… even though there was really nothing he could do.

Uraraka’s helped Izuku out so many times, so the only thing he wants to do for her, what he needs to do for her is return the favor.

This was part was pretty sweet on both ends.. although I’m still not sure if Bakugou was pissed off at Izuku because he thought he let Uraraka use her quirk carelessly and throw him off guard (gonna wait for the anime to clear that up, afterall this episode is gonna air in about 2 weeks or so…) 

Anyway, Izuku is defending Uraraka here by saying she’s completely capable of devising strategic plans on her own.

Izuku getting super flustered after having a real conversation on a phone with a girl… who just happened to be Uraraka. Uraraka getting teased about being in love…. she could have called Iida too, but she decided to call Izuku instead.

Uraraka using Izuku as a source of motivation, again.

I think we’re all familiar with this scene. This is the moment Uraraka realized that she may in fact have a crush on Izuku.

And this is the moment when she sorta confirmed it, and she even said “probably”

This. This is just adorable.

My buddy @happycloude-91 pointed out in this post. This was probably one of the sweetest things Uraraka’s ever done. She did a little first-aid thing for Izuku to at least try and reduce the pain even though she knew it wouldn’t do much. She didn’t try and stop him and say “there’s no way I’ll let you go! Not with those injuries and blah blah blah”, because she understood the weight of the situtation and she understood Izuku’s feelings, plus Izuku probably wouldn’t have listened to her anyway.

Hell she even tore her shirt in half to help Izuku and seemed like it worked pretty well. We all know that Uraraka doesn’t have a lot of money, and she probably doesn’t have the best clothes either, yet she still sacrificed to help Izuku.

 Hatsume is a trigger to Uraraka’s jealousy, since it mostly pops up when she’s around. Her face here, she obviously doesn’t like what she’s seeing, because not only was Izuku almost explodo-killed, he came chest-to-chest with another girl!

Uraraka getting a little more jealous here because Hatsume’s getting Izuku’s attention, but she mostly feels like she’s getting left behind and she wants to walk side by side with Izuku.

Uraraka’s feelings for Izuku confirmed. The fact that she was thinking about the whole thing with Hatsume all day shows something.

Uraraka noticing and admiring Izuku’s strength again.These pages just say it all…

In the hero license exam, even though ‘Uraraka’ came out of nowhere with absolutely no plan at all, which could have led to her failing right there…

Izuku still jumped in to save her, jeopardizing his own chances of passing the exam.

adding this because the way he carried her was just…PERFECT.

This is probably one of my favorite scenes in this arc. Izuku knew Uraraka wasn’t that careless, he knew that she was much more stronger than that.

This line has a lot of depth in it guys. Izuku knew Uraraka was a lot smarter than to come out without any sort of plan.

Uraraka believing in Izuku’s strength.Uraraka sees Izuku as an image of victory, that’s why she always thinks about him when she’s in a pinch or is she wants to win (let that be a reminder for those who think she’s ‘obsessed’).

Izuku is to Uraraka what Kacchan is to him, an image of victory. (but we don’t go ahead and call Izuku obsessed whenever he thinks about Kacchan, which he does A LOT, do we???) It’s not that she’s obsessed with being like him but she has the same feelings that Izuku has for Kacchan.

Uraraka getting jealous again and contemplating her feelings.

Uraraka’s feelings getting in the way of her focus.

Chapter 109 says it all, at least in Uraraka’s side, she knows that she has feelings for Izuku. I’m not gonna say the word love because this is a fan translation so it’s not 100% accurate, also the word love is pretty strong in Japan, so I think Horikoshi must have used a… how can I say it? a less serious word in the second panel… I could be completely wrong though.

We know that she ‘shut down her feelings’ but that doesn’t mean they’re completely gone right?

Uraraka notices things about Izuku, and you can read all about that in my other buddy @rex101111‘s post here

Also, have I mentioned that they are ALWAYS together??!

And there are a lot more screencaps of them standing together and that includes the panels I used for this post too, but we know that I can’t fit all those screencaps in this post XD

The omake. I can already feel all of the kacchako shippers glaring daggers at me XD.

But anyway, many misinterpret this as a Kacchako scene… but it’s actually not. The reason is because, Uraraka came to talk to Bakugou about Izuku, not her, or heir fight, but Izuku. I know people are gonna be like “she sees through Bakugou!” or “Bakugou called her by her name!”, but let’s be honest, what Uraraka was saying here was: you either make up with Izuku or just stop being mean to him. Overall her primary concern was Izuku, because nobody likes to see their friend/love interest constantly get bullied right?

Another thing is the drama CD 7. The drama CD 7, the drama CD 7, the drama CD!!! I freaking love the drama CD 7, because it is a safe haven for us izuocha  shippers.

  • Izuku and Uraraka eating lunch together, Uraraka teasing Izuku for nerding about heroes… well she didn’t exactly tease him, she giggled and he blushed!
  • Izuku and Uraraka chatting near Izuku’s desk before Bakugou came and interrupted them XD
  • Izuku saved Uraraka from the sludge villain and he happened to hold hands with her for a very long time, and Bakugou himself had to point it out!
  • Izuku stuttering and blushing after he realized just how long he held Uraraka’s hand and how good it felt. Then he starts to remember how he had to do a folk dance with a guy when he was in middle school because there weren’t enough girls… and I love how my son is such a loveable nerd/dork omg XD
  • Uraraka mistook Izuku’s flustered face as some kind of adrenaline rush which was adorable.

There were other good scenes in the drama cd, but these are like the cutest ones, and mind you the drama CD was written by HORIKOSHI KOUHEI!

So it’s technically canon :p

I know I said that the wiki is about 98% accurate, but if people can believe Jirou is a lesbian from reading the wiki then I can believe this right? I know the love is one sided for now, but Izuku has shown a lot of signs in the beginning of the series, he obviously won’t show any now because of where the series is going… but it’s gonna come back…soon.

and one more thing…

WHY THE FUCK DOES THIS TAG EXIST???? THIS IS THE ONLY SHIP IN BNHA THAT I’VE SEEN WITH THIS TAG!

There are only like two posts under this tag and one of them just happens to be someone answering my ask, and if you’re wondering why I like that post if you ever see it, it’s because I like all posts that answer my asks just to let the person know that I’ve seen their answer.

But still it hurts to see this tag ya know?

Anyway @cake-ademia, @zakamore1, @rex101111, @hatefilledpoptarts, @eriboook and my other fellow izuocha shippers even though our fanbase is small, lets not forget the ship that’s CLOSEST to becoming CANON.

In my first year of Costume at Elsewhere University, I learned how to sew. Not that I hadn’t ever done it before, on the contrary I’d been handsewing for myself for years, but the first year was the same whether you were a Fashion or Costume major. So I learned how to sew by machine, how to draft a pattern to fit an average. How to deeply hate the word ‘standard’ because no-one is.

In my second year of Costume at Elsewhere University, I learned how to handsew again, better, and how to fit the people who weren’t the fashion’s idea of standard. I loved it, loved it so much the teachers, two weeks before I got my diploma, offered to take me on for a third year. There were courses, they explained, that were more historical, more detailed, more interesting.

In my third year of Costuming at Elsewhere University, I was taught by a teacher I’d never seen before. He didn’t flinch at my salt, and used iron pins, but he was different. He was also brilliant.
I spent most of that year drafting and sewing to impossible proportions. Sometimes one of my other teachers would look in, and then leave, quickly, eyes wide and face pale. There were waistcoats that looked like swiss cheese, so many armholes, and dresses that tapered into waists only a couple centimeters around.

I graduated, technically, but I missed walking the stage due to a fitting my teacher couldn’t do on his own. I could have moved, then. Left, if I’d wanted to. But there was work here, a list of contacts as long as my arm that would not help me. (Part ½)

(Part 2/2)
I stayed, though, getting my teachers help moving into a place one of my clients found for me. It’s nice, lots of space for fabric and pins, but my machine won’t work, there.

So, now, every so often, I have to come back. To find an empty machine and sew something that is all edges and shapes that people don’t like looking at. My teachers won’t meet my eyes anymore, but I’m not bothered by the students in the classrooms. Perhaps it’s because of what I’m sewing, perhaps it’s because I’m never in class, perhaps it’s because three or four of the crows always seem to be keeping an eye on me.
Either way, in my fourth year at Elsewhere University, I became the Queens Tailor, and nothing much bothered me after that.

Camping AUs 

‘cause you get lighter the more it gets dark by arolouis

 Alternatively, Louis and Harry go camping with Doris and Ernest, and have a lot of feelings. (8k)

counting the steps between us by @zarahdetand

AU. So, yeah. That year abroad helped Harry establish that he is in love with his best friend. Now, if Louis would stop treating him like a little brother, that would be awesome. (Additional ingredients: a collapsing tree house, a lot of pining, the other three boys as Louis’ new best mates from university, and a camping trip. Serve hot.) (24k - a fave)

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I could use some cheering up and as an idea I was wondering if you could do the batfamily as 'things you've done' or something like that? If you feel like it, there's no pressure. Thank you for being around, your crack tag helped me a lot last night :)

bruce: got downstairs, realized my mom had guests, stared at them, immediately went upstairs again without a word as my mom kept yelling after me to come down

dick: every time i open the fridge at 4am thinking i’m silent but wake up the entire neighborhood because i remembered we have leftover food

barbara: i used to be an ultra fast reader in elementary school to the point my teachers never believed me when i’d finish assigned passages for reading in half the time compared to the other kids, so i once wrote a report on the text i had finished reading at the same amount others were done reading the assignment. added “you’re sometimes rude :)” in a corner for the teacher

jason: convinced with a straight face an ultra conservative teacher in high school that the smutty fanfiction she confiscated from the girl sitting next to me and kept showing me during class was in fact part of a book i was planning on publishing

tim: didn’t drink my (gross) antibiotics when i was sick but kept insinsting i had when my mom asked me why i was lying. the following morning i got a spoon, poured some medicine on it and then “dropped” it near the sink. my mom later found it and apologized because “it must have fallen on the floor last night and i didn’t see it”

damian: as a kid visited a family friend’s pet shop during rush hour, went to their backyard, played with some cats and dogs around the place, accidentally stayed too long so i was locked inside for two hours in the middle of the night. bonus: my father hadn’t realized

stephanie: told a very annoying kid of a family friend that children who shout all the time transform into donkeys later in life. he didn’t believe me so the next week they visited, i showed him a googled picture of a man with a literal ass for a head on the laptop. he cried (i laughed)

cassandra: age 13, blatantly told someone i would rip them a new one if they kicked their cat in front of me again. he took a step back

alfred: baked a cake to mask the smell of blood after i had patched up my wounded dog

Johnny’s Foreword for Disney Pirates: The Definitive Collector’s Anthology

Since early childhood, some point between innocence and ignorance, I recognized, as luck would have it, that I somehow possessed the presence of mind to be incessantly curious and obsessively observant of those around me. Even to the point that for a couple of years - well before my teens, I was convinced that my life’s calling was to be an impersonator. I was utterly blown away by the fact it was possible to change one’s voice and mannerisms in order to elicit an instant transformation of the face, so that, immediately, the person I had been watching, was no longer themselves. They had disappeared and transformed into another being!

I was fascinated by human behavior, especially when the subjects were unaware that they were being observed. Those elusive opportunities where one might witness moments of simple and true behaviour - pure honesty - where the subject simply exists, unaware of anything within their vicinity - floating from thought, to thought, to thought. It then became my sworn duty to alarm, unnerve, startle, shock, annoy, terrorize and panic these unfortunate subjects, who largely turned out to be my family - the poor sods. And all this just to satisfy my need, my fix, for the purity of disrupting their private reveries so as to experience the bona-fide vérité of that inevitable, involuntary reflex and recoil of horror and fear. Why, you ask? Because it made me laugh. I would howl for hours, even days, reliving those instances. But, I needed more. In my youthful glee, I became addicted to these utterly spontaneous, in the moment responses. The truth,’ as they say, ‘will set you free.’ And, it most assuredly did. I’d found my true calling. It was in my DNA to provoke and prod - others as much as myself. I know there is some sliver of cruelty in there, and for that I can undoubtedly salute the chequered history of my unruly gene pool. But, in a bizarre flip, somewhere down the road, all of these rascally provocations from childhood became the tools in my tool box for the work I do today. Was I absolutely positive that there would be ghastly repercussions? Yes! But, I didn’t care. I couldn’t. It was, just simply, plus fort que moi. It was much stronger than me. My props were limited but my mind was not. Rubber snakes, fake spiders, frighteningly strange noises. It had developed to the point where my parents were actually concerned for my sanity as my addled brain conjured up prank after prank to feed my worrying sense of humor and its treacherous obstacle course.

I forged ahead like a bull rhino. The more I learned, the more I became cautious of anyone who might belong to the seemingly straight and narrow, as I’d been driving my teachers insane, and had they been able to catch me in the act, they’d have roasted me! So, I suppose that’s why I never cared much for the suits. They represented the enemy to me. The humor impaired. They were the school principals, the deans, the truant officer, the doctor, the dentist, the fraudulent evangelists. The stern and bitter type folks, incapable of drudging up a smile that hadn’t been born out of their own perverse notion that they held the monopoly on the 'power.’ Authority has always been a problem. Beloved rogues were my heroes. The rule breakers. From Blackbeard, to Dillinger. From Jim Morrison to Iggy Pop. The list goes on. So, my everdarkening adolescent cerebrum reached out to these iconoclastic mavericks, who blatantly scoffed at convention without a care in the world, as organic an urge as taking a breath. They gave me the impetus to escape a life of mundanity. I knew I was destined for something a little more undisciplined and ungoverned. Life was mine to explore! Some have suggested that Captain Jack Sparrow was the pinnacle of that search. But, the truth is that he has always been an integral part of me, from day zero.

Cut To: Day One. Set of POTC 'Curse of the Black Pearl.’ An absurd feeling. Like arriving, for the very first time, in a place you’ve always known. I understood everything. Immediately. This was where I was meant to be. My tumultuous trek, battling toward the edge of honesty’s limits had reached its zenith. However, that battle was not over. It never is, of course, and I had to fight for my vision of the character. My truth. And that vision was realized, thanks to the ‘guts’ of Jerry, Gore, and the finest executive that The Walt Disney Company has ever employed, Dick Cook, not to mention our dedicated and incredible crews - the true soldiers who get these films done with their very blood and sweat!!! They give the film its magic. But, above all, we must thank our dear audience. For, without them, there would be 'no glory.’ We would never have gotten anywhere. But now, here we are, some five movies later with our new directors, Joachim & Espen, administering some fresh wonder, still on the ride and loving it!!!

The future is always a riddle waiting to be solved, but I know that wherever we go, Captain Jack Sparrow will remain close by. His irreverent, absurdist spirit, forever loitering intently beneath the surface of all that threatens to tame us, to bore us, and to trick us.

So, don’t be tamed. Don’t be bored. And don’t be fooled.

Long live the Pirates life.

                                                                  —JOHNNY DEPP (Surrey, 02.05.'17)

loving you from afar (Liam Dunbar)

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“Really y/n it’s been four months are you ever going to talk to him?” y/f/n said rolling her eyes at me.

I ignored her peering through the bookshelf at thee Liam Dunbar. He was only the cutest boy in the ninth grade. The only problem was he is super popular, he hung out with a bunch of juniors, one of them being Lydia Martin a.k.a the prettiest, most popular girl in Beacon Hills. I wasn’t popular, not even in the slightest. I was the nerdy girl who boys didn’t even give a second look to.

“we’ve been over this thousands of time y/f/n Liam Dunbar is well Liam Dunbar and i’m well underqualified” I said resting my head on my hand and admiring how handsome he is.

“Liam I uh think you have a shadow.” I heard one of his junior friends say laughing.

Liam looked over at where I was standing, I quickly ducked down hoping he hadn’t seen me staring.

“sometimes I wonder about you y/n” y/f/n said collecting our books.

I was about to respond to her but the bell rang signaling free period was over. I walked to my last class of the day which was science class. I was playing all the scenarios in my head that would never be a reality. I went to my usual spot which was at the front of the class. Liam came in shortly after me. I hid my face in my science book. He took his usual seat which was at the back of the class.

“okay class today we’re going to be working in pairs for our chemical equations so everyone pick your partners quickly and we’ll get started.” Our teacher said handing out the papers with the problems on it.

I sighed. I hated partner work because I usually ended up working by myself. People didn’t necessarily like a girl who outsmarted them.  

“hey uh y/n do you need a partner?”

I turned around trying to look cute.

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I couldn’t believe it thee Liam Dunbar knew my name and he wanted to be my partner! Most likely it’s because i’m the smartest in the class and president of the science club but hey i’ll take what I can get!

“hello? do you need a partner?” Liam asked again laughing a little bit.

“yeah that’d be great.” I said smiling a little too widely.

I was pretty impressed with myself, I talked to him and didn’t even stutter! Liam sat down and we started working on our problems. I was flying through them quickly having seen most of them before.

“wow you’re really good at this.” Liam said looking at my almost finished paper.

“oh it’s uh not that hard you just have to make sure that both sides of the equation are balanced and then you rewrite it with the balanced charges in front.” I said leaning over him and showing him on his own paper.

this was my first conversation with the boy I’ve been admiring for four months and I totally just geeked out on him. I would definitely kick myself for that one later.

“oh I get it!” Liam said doing the next problem successfully by himself.

I smiled at him finishing the problems on my paper.

“so uh y/n did you find everything you needed at the library today?” Liam said not looking up from his paper.

I could feel my face heat up. I thought I was being sly with my staring but I guess he had caught me.

“I uh yeah it was great.” I said my voice cracking a little bit.

Liam let out a little chuckle. Gosh why did he have to be so perfect. We continued to work on our paper. Every once in awhile I would look up at his perfect features, this time when I looked up he was looking at me too.

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I could feel my heart race. I honestly thought it was about to beat out of my chest.

“so uh y/n you know if you want..” He started but was cut off by the bell ringing signaling the end of the school day.

The teacher called me up to his desk. I looked at Liam with apologetic eyes as I walked up to Mr. Preston’s desk.

“hey I need you to go over these scientific equations before science club tomorrow.” Mr. Preston said handing me a paper stack about a mile high.

I quickly shook my head yes, wanting nothing more than to find out what Liam was about to tell me. I turned around, but Liam was gone. I sighed, of course this would happen to me. Mr. Preston had to go to a meeting so I was left alone with nothing but my thoughts and a stack of science papers. I kept thinking about what Liam was going to ask me today. I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn’t realize that I had lost track of time. I looked at the clock seeing that it was already 6:00 PM. I quickly flipped through the giant stack of papers. As I was working on the last one I heard a loud crash coming from the hallway. I stood up walking out into the hallway but it was empty.

“hello? Is anybody here?” I called down the empty halls.

I shrugged my shoulders before turning to walk back into the science classroom. I heard another loud crash. I quickly turned around but this time the hallway wasn’t empty. There was this tall thing covered in bones. It had blood running down the skull.

The creature stared me down slowly taking a couple steps forward. I turned on my heels sprinting down the hall. I kept looking back to see if the creature was following me and it was.

“somebody help me!” I screamed tears running down my cheeks.

I turned to look back at the bone creature when I crashed into something hard. I screamed as I fell down.

“hey y/n look at me, its okay you’re okay.”

I looked up to see Liam clutching me to his chest. If the situation weren’t so serious I would of fainted at his actions.

“Liam it was right there, it was following me.” I cried looking down the hall, but the bone creature was nowhere in sight.

“it’s okay, it’s gone now. I won’t let it hurt you.” Liam said picking me up in his arms.

He ran out of the school and to a blue jeep. He sat me down on the hood and used his thumb to wipe one of the tears falling down my cheek.

“Liam what was that thing?” I asked not being able to control how shaky I was feeling.

“I wish I could tell you, and maybe one day I can but right now I just need you to know you’re safe with me and I also need you stay here and wait for me, can you do that for me?” Liam said rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

I shook my head yes and he ran back into the school. I didn’t know what was going on but I trusted Liam. After a good couple of minutes Liam came back out with his two junior friends I believe their names are Scott and Stiles. He ran up to me pulling me into his arms.

“were going to take you home okay?” Liam said placing his hand on my cheek.

I shook my head again, not trusting my voice after everything that had just happened. Liam held me in his arms the whole ride to my house. When we got to my house he told his junior friends to go on and that he’d walk home. We walked up to my porch steps hand in hand. He sat down pulling me into his lap.

“are you okay do you want to talk about it?” Liam asked carefully looking me up and down.

“at the library today did you see me staring?” I asked laughing a little.

“yeah I did, but it was okay. do you want to know why it was okay?” Liam said brushing a piece of hair behind me ear that had fallen.

“why?” I asked my voice still shaking.

“well the truth is I’ve been loving you from afar as well." 

Liam pulled me to him crashing his lips on top of mine. Suddenly I forgot about everything that happened and just lived in that moment. The boy I had loved from afar has also been loving me this entire time.

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smh as things I've done
  • bitty: baked two cakes and three dozen cookies because I was stressed about an upcoming project assignment that was due
  • jack: woke up in the middle of the night solely to have a panic attack
  • shitty: sent my friend a huge paragraph ranting about thanksgiving bc she said we should be grateful
  • lardo: couldn't find my paints or colored pencils while working on a project so I used eyeshadow to finish it instead
  • ransom: came home from school and immediately and abruptly laid down on the floor and groaned because of how stressful school was
  • holster: dramatically narrated my entire half-hour walk home to my friend via snapchat
  • chowder: snapchatted my cats every move with super excited captions every time
  • nursey: immediately nicknamed my friend 0.2 seconds after we first spoke and literally never referred to her as anything but that nickname again
  • dex: got called into the kitchen by my mom to help her knead dough because I apparently looked like I wanted to punch someone
  • tango: asked my French teacher on if she thought she'd win in a fight against a bear or not
  • whiskey: shrugged and said "tragic" in the most monotonous voice when I heard that about most of my friends would be going out without me
  • bonus kent: cried because my cat followed me back into my room so I could pet her
  • bonus r&h: enthusiastically agreed when a friend suggested that we both sprint head first towards each other so we get concussions and avoid our responsibilities

I’m going to tell you all something.

Do you know all those posts that say “YOU ARE VALID” or “YOURE NEVER TOO YOUNG TO KNOW” or “YOURE NOT CONFUSED, YOU KNOW YOURSELF”?

Listen to them. Reblog them. Make them.

Because those posts mean more than what it looks like.

I kind of came out to my mom. She said I was too young, and I was confused and that I couldn’t be transgender because i used to love dresses and i wear makeup.

Actually I loved those dresses because people told me I had to wear them and I wore makeup to outline my cheekbones and jaw to make me look more like a boy/genderless.

What was even worse was that I told my mom after she got upset that “oh dont worry just a little thought im a girl and always will be”

She said of course, and was a little happier i guess. But i felt like i had betrayed myself.

It felt horrible.

I told my friend/afterschool teacher about it. My friend said I was valid. That I’m never too young. That im not confused, and the only person that can influence me was myself.

Im still hurt. But my friend helped me a bit. I might lie more about my gender to anyone, say that im a girl when really im only 1/10 of the time.

So you know those posts?

At least look at them. Like them. Reblog them. write them.

Because that can make even a questioning person feel safe.

Mr. Andrews - Riverdale Imagine

Archie x Reader

A/N:  my first once upon a time imagine is coming up next

Requested by: @pissheadofficial
“Prompts 30,32,39,97 with Archie Andrews please?”

30. “You’re probably the hottest stranger i’ve ever seen.”
32. “My clothes look good on you.”
39. “Those short’s look really good on you.”
97. “Take off your shirt.”

Warnings: none

Word Count:

1333

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The first day at a new school is always nerve-wracking, no matter how many “first days” you have. Personally, I’ve had plenty. My family bounced around a lot, never staying in one place too long. There wasn’t a particular reason, really, my parents just wanted to see as much of the world as they could. I did too, until I started high school. Now I just want to settle down and finish school- in one school- and stop being “the new girl” every year.

My parents understood where I was coming from- why I wanted to finish high school in one place. So we made a deal. I would spend my freshman year in California- which is the last place we’d lived in- and then my parents would pick a place for us to settle down for a while so I could finish school. The catch? Because I got to choose where I spent my freshman year, they got to pick where we lived for the next three. Unfortunately for me, that place was Riverdale.

The town seems cute enough, but it’s so quaint compared to what I’m used to. I love the big cities, with bright lights and noisy cars. In Riverdale, the brightest light you’ll find is the neon sign outside “Pop’s Chock-Lit Diner,” whatever that is.

It was the first day of school. I was a stressed mess, desperate to get through the day. After struggling for a full five minutes to open my locker, I put my bag away and wandered around until I found the main office. I met the principal, who seems like a nice enough guy, and he volunteered to escort me to class. My first instinct was to politely turn him down, but I knew that I’d never find this classroom on my own.

He leads me down a few hallways until we reach a room- the chemistry lab- already full of people listening intently to the teacher. The principal clears his throat, causing every head in the room to turn around and face us. My eyes scan around the room, glancing over all of the faces of my new peers. My gaze settles on a particular red-haired boy, wearing a bright blue varsity jacket. When he meets my eyes, my stomach flutters, and I look away. The principal introduces me, and tells the teacher I’ll be in this class from now on. When he leaves, the teacher has me stand in front of the room to tell the class about myself. Nothing I haven’t done a thousand times before.

“My name is Y/N  Y/L/N and I moved here from Cali. I’ve lived in 36 of the 50 states, and my family plans on staying here until I graduate,” I say.

“Cali?” a boy asks, sitting in between a blonde haired girl and a raven haired girl.

“California,” I reply with a smile.

“I know what it’s short for,” he says, rolling his eyes and laughing. “But how do you end up going from California to our small town of Riverdale?”

“I didn’t pick this place,” I say, and I find myself looking again at the red haired boy. “My parents did. We haven’t lived in this state yet, so… here we are.” I trail off, and an awkward silence fills the room.

“Well then, Ms. Y/L/N, why don’t you take a seat next to Mr. Andrews,” the teacher instructs me. He points the the boy I was looking at earlier, and I beg myself not to blush.

I walk over put my books on the table, sitting down next to him. Once the teacher turns back around and continues talking, he turns to me and says, “36, huh?”

I laugh. “Yep, a whopping 36.”

“Which was your favorite?” he asks me smiling.

“Hmm, that’s a hard one. I’d probably have to say either California or Louisiana.”

He laughs. “Louisiana?”

I feel myself start to blush. “They have the best food,” I tell him. “And Mardi Gras is incredible.”

“Good to know,” he replies. “My name is Archie, by the way.”

“I’ve gotta tell you, Archie,” I start. *** “You’re probably the hottest stranger I’ve ever seen.” ***

He laughs at that- a real, hearty laugh- and I find myself laughing too. “I’m hardly a stranger,” he says when he’s finished laughing. “We’ve known each other for a full seven minutes now.”

Before I can respond, a girl with long red hair sitting in front of me turns around, and says, “Y/N, is it?”

“Yes,” I tell her slowly.

“I’m Cheryl,” she introduces with an obviously fake smile. “You missed cheerleading tryouts, but I have a feeling you’d look good in a River Vixen uniform. What do you say?”

Before I can convince myself to look for a way out of this situation, I nod say, “Yeah, sure.”

“Great,” she says, turning back around.

Archie laughs. “You’re a cheerleader?”

“Definitely not,” I tell him. “But she doesn’t know that.”

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That night, after a grueling cheerleading practice, I’m heading to the girl’s locker room when the football team comes in. As many of the girls stop to chat, I spot a familiar face in the sea of boys. “Archie!” I call.

When he finds me, he grins and walks over, bag slung over his shoulder. “Hey,” he smiles. “How was practice?”

“Let’s just say I’m going to be very sore tomorrow,” I say, and he laughs. “How about you? Was football practice as disgusting as I imagine it to be?”

“I don’t know,why don’t you tell me?” he says, stepping toward me in his dirty, smelly practice jersey.

“No thanks!” I squeal, taking a step back. “I prefer to admire from afar.”

He just laughs and shakes his head. “Cheryl was right,” he says, referring to the brief conversation I’d had with the red-haired girl earlier that day. *** “Those shorts look really good on you,” *** he tells me.

I feel myself blush. “Why thank you,” I say, smiling at the ground. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a huge person crashes into me, spilling some type of red energy juice all over me. I gasp as the cold liquid soaks through my shirt.

“Oh, um, I’m really sorry,” some kid says, hardly containing his laughter.

I just sigh, looking down at my shirt and hoping that somehow the stain will come out. The next thing I know, Archie is grabbing my hand and leading me towards a bathroom, where he drags me in after him and closes the door.

“What are you-”

*** “Take off your shirt.” ***

“What?” I practically squeal.

“No, not like that,” he corrects himself, digging around in his bag. He pulls out a blue football jersey and offers it to me. “I just meant put this on instead, so you’re not covered in juice,” he says smiling.

I roll my eyes and laugh at him. I gratefully take the shirt from him, and hold it between my legs as I peel off my sticky shirt. I notice his eyes get slightly wider at the sight of me in my bra before he looks away. I have to suppress my giggles.

I slide the much-too-big shirt over my head, and smile at him. “Well?” I ask. “How do I look?” The shirt is longer than my shorts, making them practically invisible.

“Um, good, I- I mean it looks- I-” he just stops talking and I can’t help but laugh at him. *** “My clothes look good on you,” *** he finishes.

“Thanks, Andrews,” I say with a grin.

Maybe living in Riverdale won’t be so bad after all.

My brother’s best friend 4 || D.H.

A/N: I hope this turned out alright. There is not much action/ drama but it’s still cute  (I hope so at least). This is the last part.

Word Count: 1.4K

3rd and first perspective

MASTERLIST // PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

Originally posted by shinyphan

A short silence followed. The two of them just breathed into the phone.

“What do you mean ‘she is not at my place’?” Phil eventually asked his best friend, trying to remain calm.

“Well, she just isn’t. Why is she not at home?” Dan wanted to know, confusion noticeable in his voice.

“I don’t know, okay? I thought she’d be at yours. Do you think she just left?” Phil was by now enormously worried and Dan could tell.

“Let’s find her.”

After Phil had hung up he immediately called his sister. It rang a few times and then it went to voice mail. He didn’t leave a message instead he just tried to ring her again. Once again no luck.

Y/N would have probably picked up if she weren’t cuddled up on the sofa in her best friend’s living room. The two of them always have girl’s nights whenever one of them feels down. So they watched a Zac Efron movie while eating ice cream at nearly 1 am. Shortly before they turned on the TV, Y/N told Sam everything that had happened and she ensured her that the whole dating Dan thing will surely work out in the end. Meanwhile her phone was in her bag in Sam’s room, out of reach and unable to hear.

“Dan, I called her like 5 times and she didn’t pick up!”

Phil didn’t have the time to even say hello. His sister had never done something like that before.

“Okay, I’ll be at your house in 10 minutes.”

Just like Sam earlier that night, Dan came to rescue his best friend. Phil was already waiting in the drive way although it was freezing outside. He immediately jumped into the car when it arrived.

“We should drive through the neighbourhood.” Phil suggested, again without greeting his best friend, there wasn’t enough time for that.

So Dan started driving while Phil hectically stared out of the window and got excited whenever he thought to see somebody move in the dark, but the shadows he saw were just cats.

“This is all your fault” Phil mumbled and Dan couldn’t believe his ears.

“What?! I just kissed her.”

“I know.” Phil breathed in frustration. “It’s not your fault at all.” He then added sounding devastated.

It was silent again in the car, both of them weren’t in the mood to listen to music in a situation like this.

“I’m sorry.”

Phil’s voice was so quiet that it was barely audible.

“I was way too rude to you and Y/N. I don’t know why I overreacted like that.” he admitted and could feel a little part of the weight on his shoulders vanish.

“She’s your little sister it’s completely normal to feel the need to protect her.” Dan tried to cheer his best friend up, he was just glad that he was insightful.

“I think I was just shocked to see you two like that. I know that you are not a bad guy but I- I still got so angry at you. I thought you were just sneaking around with her behind my back for fun, but I noticed that she means a lot to you.” Phil couldn’t stop explaining himself and apologizing.

It was all his fault that they had to drive through the whole neighbourhood to search for his sister and he knew that and it crushed him. At first, he thought Dan was the bad guy in this story, but it was actually him. The awareness of that put his stomach in a twist and he fiddled with his hands out of worry.

“Phil, I really like Y/N.” Dan calmly declared and he meant it.

“I know.”

“I should have told you about my feelings for her earlier.”

“I shouldn’t have freaked out.”

After driving around the block for more than half an hour Phil had nearly lost all his hope. He leaned his head against the cold class of the car window. His eyes still didn’t leave the pavement.

“Dan?” Phil asked carefully.

“Yes?” his best friend answered. One could tell that Dan was curious by now.

“When you and my sister start dating, promise me to not forget about me.”

At first, Dan thought he was joking but he realized that Phil was being serious.

“Phiiilll, why would we ever do that?”

“I don’t know, I’m gonna be the third wheel and you two will only hang out with each other. Without me.”

Phil was afraid to finally put his fear into words. It was true, he was afraid of losing both his sister and his best friend and they were the two most important people in his life.

“Nothing is gonna change, we could just hang out together. It’s not like we are just gonna forget you, Phil.”

Phil took a deep breath and felt that he had calmed down a bit now and he felt a lot lighter.

“Do you think we should give up and drive-“ before he was able to finish his sentence he got interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. It was so loud that it nearly made him jump.

“Hello!” he nearly shouted when he saw the caller ID and immediately picked up.

“Hi, why are you not sleeping?” Y/n asked she sounded confused and tired.

“Sleeping? How am I supposed to sleep when you just ran away?”

“Ran away? I am at Sam’s house.”

Sam’s house. Of course! Phil felt stupid for not thinking about that earlier, she’d always go there for girl’s nights.

“I was so worried about you.” Phil admitted instead of being angry at her. He had already caused enough trouble today and it was not her fault for needing a nice chat with her best friend after all the horrible things he had said.

Phil and I had a long talk after all that happened that night. He sincerely apologized for the way he acted and we went back to normal.

*5 months later*

“Prepare to lose Howell!” I shouted as I pressed play on my controller and started the game.

We were sat in the living room in front of the TV and played video games. At first Dan, Phil and I all played against each other and the best two got into the finale. Dan wasn’t wrong when he said that I’m better at this game than my brother.

“Never in a million years, Little Lester.”

I rolled my eyes at the nickname but had to grin like a fool anyway.

After a few minutes, it turned out that I was clearly the better player.

“I will never understand how you can be so good at this?” Dan sighed, annoyed that he was going to bitterly lose against me.

“Well, I had the best teacher.” I explained while high fiving my elder brother.

Phil had a huge smile on his face while Dan fake pouted.

“I wouldn’t be that confident of your victory, baby.”

“You are so far behind, it is nearly impossible for you to win.” I grinned amused.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that either.” Dan said with a smirk and I knew something was off.

In the matter of a second he had taken the controller out of my hand and started tickling me with his huge hands.

I immediately started laughing so hard that I didn’t make a sound anymore. I tried to push him away from me put he had lifted me onto his lap and wouldn’t let go no matter how hard I kicked him with my feet.

“ST-OP” I manged to croak in between heavy breaths in desperate need of air.

“Say I am the best boyfriend in the world and also the best at any video game.” Dan suggested grinning widely. He stopped tickling me for a second so I could take a breath.

I shook my head no, teasing him.

Dan immediately attacked me with his large hands again, tickling my sides. I squirmed under his touch and felt how my face got red because of the lack of oxygen.

“OKAy! I- I’ll say it. Anything just please stop!” I squealed, giving in.

Dan seemed satisfied and actually stopped. “Let me hear it then.” He said cockily.

“I am the best boyfriend in the world and also the best at any video game.” I giggled and Phil who had to witness the whole scene started cracking up.

“Dad jokes? Really, Y/N?” Dan sighed annoyed but he was still smiling.

“Don’t act like you don’t love them, Dan.” I chuckled proud of myself.

“I really do love you.”

I couldn’t help but blush at his words. He was just too cheesy and cute.

We both leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met. They slowly moved against each other. I ran my hands though his brown hair as his tongue brushed my –

“GUYS! Not when I am here.” Phil complained and acted like he had to cover his eyes.

The One Child Genius

(I LOVE this world you’ve made, it’s enchanted me and made me feel like writing like I haven’t been able to feel in months. Thank you for this beautiful, beautiful world, I hope you don’t mind me playing in it.)

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In all of Elsewhere University years, there has been one agreement that both Students (from trouble makers to teachers pets) and Teachers (From the assholes to the Angelic) have abide by; children were never to come on campus, no matter what. After all, there was temptation, and then there was holding out a fucking ‘Eat Me’ Sign around your neck. No one, now even a few of the more… nicer(?) Fae wished to find out what would happen if such a thing of innocence came into their University’s hollowed grounds, or by the Court willing actually interacted with one of The Gentry.

Unfortunately, due to a lightening storm, some rotten luck for a secretary, and a paperwork curse, everyone was just about to find out.

-_-

At first, no one actually believed it; that couldn’t be a child, it was obviously just a Changeling who messed up their glamour or a student who just happened to be cursed/pranked. This went on for a week, everyone and the cat believing it until two things happened.

One: Some of the Unknowing Students got it in there heads to actually pick on the kid, the child sobbing as they took a beloved stuff animal and played monkey-in-the-middle around them, nearly destroying it before freely given help arrived from a sympathetic Not-shadow, Not-glowing eyed thing. (The Not-Being was always given carefully drawn children’s drawings from then on, along with free hug coupons and ring pops, along with one starry eyed child who never cared just how Not they were; they were so much nicer then most of their other classmates after all.)

Two: The child was a Chem Major, and like to be called Cartoon Network. (Either one for short.)

This changed things, especially between the Chem Students and the Gentry, both sides eyeing each other carefully, a war between them unsaid but never forgotten as Cartoon Network went about his day, following the rules, makes friends (so many the wrong sort, so many with bad intentions, but yet so many allies as well to help watch), and makes his mark on the school in his own way. (Who knew how much the Fair Folk would like Mario Kart or Smash Bros? Even now, the Tournaments of ‘10 and '12 are nothing but whispers in corners of awe and fear.

'11 never happened.)

The day they graduated was a day the air pressure actually fluctuated as everyone at once let out a sigh of relief at the same moment.

(And yet, Cartoon Network always remembers, Not always close by as things go stranger or trouble starts.)

CAUGHT OUT; Luke Hemmings Imagine..

Summary: Y/N and Luke have been friends with benefits for a while but what happens when someone catches them out?!

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Part 1 

“Hey Y/N” i heard from behind me

i was just getting out of my car when i heard a voice

It was Luke

“Hi Luke” i said back to him

I couldn’t help but think about last night, the way his hands were on me and the feel of his lips..

but i have to remember we are at school..

“I want to show you something after school” he said

Really? Again..

can’t he go without sex for one day?

My leg’s still hurt

“ don’t you have practice?” i asked

I hope he has plans, i don’t think my body can deal with another orgasm..

he smiled and leaned against his truck and said “ I don’t have practice today?”

i could feel my heart beat faster and faster

maybe he just wants to hang out..

Ha Luke hemmings just wants to hang out..that’s a new one

“and what do you want to show me exactly? i’ve already seen your penis?” i smugly said  to him

his smile got bigger and then he said “you will just have to wait and see after school”

and then he was gone

oh my god

i heard the bell go of in school..

great..

I couldn’t help but think of Luke all during break..

i wouldn’t know what you call me and him.. we aren’t exactly friends but we aren’t together

he is sitting with his popular friends.. the footballers and the cheerleaders while i am over here sitting with my girl friends..

i don’t know how it started really..

i was asked to help him study in maths.. of course i denied it but the teacher said he really needed help so i gave in and told her i would do it and before this happened i never really liked Luke, yes hes hot but it’s my friend Hannah who likes him more than me and she couldn’t believe that i got to spend a whole hour after school with him..

It wasn’t until our third study session it happened.

He was pissed of because teachers had been giving him a hard time and he took it out on me which is wasn’t getting away with, i wasn’t the source of his problem and i wasn’t making him my problem

but after he said sorry for the way he talked something changed..

the feeling in the air.. the tension between us and then next thing i remember was our clothes on the ground and Luke pressing me up against the book shelf in the library

that was 3 weeks ago.

we can’t keep away from each other, no matter how hard we try..

our study sessions lead to us in bed or in the back of his car with our clothes off.

nobody knows this.

it wouldn’t matter if someone found out, we are both teenagers having sex there is nothing wrong with that but i’m a private person but i know if my friends found out they wouldn’t be my friends and i will be labelled just another girl on Luke’s list.

When the final bell went i was so happy

i met Hannah by the locker once i got out of my last class

“Did you see Luke today, he looked so hot” she said just as i opened my locker

i rolled my eyes at her, this obsession she has is getting out of hand.

if she likes him so much why can’t she talk to him?

she has nearly every class with him

she is the one person i would hate to find out about me and Luke.

“Did you try to talk to him today?” i asked her

she laughed and said “ Of course i didn’t”

i shook my head at her, she needs to get over this and him

“Oh my god, here he comes” she whispered and then she was silent

i didn’t know what she meant but it didn’t take me long to figure out he was behind me

“Ready for this study session Y/N” i heard Luke say

Hannah had already left, she can’t stand to be any where near him she’s scared in case she says something stupid.. which she probably would

i turned around to look at him, most people had gone home now

so the hall was pretty empty..

“Yes” i repiled with then i closed my locker

i wonder what he want’s to show me

he smirked and then started walking down the hall to the exit

once we got to his car he told me to get in

so it involves us going somewhere…

i got in the car and put my seatbelt on but Luke didn’t start the car just yet

which i found weird

he turned to look at me.. why does he look nervous..

“You know me,Cal and Mickey and Ash have been thinking of starting a band?” he said

i nodded my head and then he continued

“Well we sort have been working on this EP for a while and i want your opinion” Luke said

i was surprised about this

he wants my opinion

i couldn’t help but smile at him

“Okay.. play it” i said to him

he turned his car on and put this CD into the player..

the song started to play and then i heard Cal’s voice

“Back in high school we used to take it slow

Red lipstick on and high heel stilettos

Had a job downtown working the servo

Had me waiting in line couldn’t even let go

‘Cause I never wanna be that guy

Who doesn’t even get a taste

No more having to chase

To win that prize

You’re just a little bit out of my limit

it’s been two years now you haven’t even seen the best of me

And in my mind now I’ve been over this a thousand times

But it’s almost over

Let’s start over

we have been driving for a while”..

(Out of my limit by 5sos)

the song stopped and Luke was quiet

wow i didn’t know he could sing that good and i didn’t know Calum had a voice like that!

they sound so good together

i couldn’t help but feel the butterflys in my stomach

i want to hear it again

“Well…” he said

i looked up at him, he looked nervous

“I loved it” i said to him

he smiled and then he leaned forward and smashed his lips against mine

Our lips pressed together and the kiss started getting deeper, his tounge waited at your lips for permission and i gave it to him.

he pulled me over to his side of the car so you would sit on his lap.

he bit your bottom lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he gripped your hips, slowly grinding his hips into yours.

i felt him grow from underneath me so i pulled away

“Luke we are in the school parking lot?” I said to him trying to catch my breath

“I need you” He grinned mischievously before attaching his lips against my neck.

i deep moaned left my mouth and i knew i needed him as well

“Get in the back” Luke said seriously..

i smirked at him and then i climbed into the back, very unlady like

Luke followed behind just as my back pressed against the seat,he smirked as he moved me so i was laying down my head pressed into the door.

it was uncomfortable but when i felt Luke’s lips against my neck it was forgotten about

As you wrapped your arms around his neck,Luke gripped your hips moving you so you were in his lap barely breaking the kiss as he did so.

We broke the kiss off and i pulled his top over his head, my hands moved up his defined torso and onto his shoulders.

he is in such good shape.

You pulled him closer to you, sucking on his neck just above his collar bone, grazing it lightly with your teeth.

I could feel Luke growing even harder against your thigh as he took off your top, throwing it onto the front seat before undoing your jeans.

He pulled them down your legs, leaving kisses on your skin as he did so, before you kicked them off of your ankles.

He took off his own jeans, before doing the same with his boxers.

he is big.

i always forget how big he is..

He moved so i was laying down again,His impressive erection seemed to beg for you as he quickly pulled down your pants, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Are you ready baby?” he asked looking into my eyes

I couldn’t be more ready, i’m glad there is no foreplay because i am soaking enough and i need him now.

“Yeah..fuck me please..”

Luke smirked at me and then his lips reconnected with my neck and he started sucking hard..

he pushed my legs apart with his hands and then he broke away from my neck

he leaned over and grabbed his jeans and lifted out a silver foil packet, he opened it with his mouth and then he rolled it on himself

“ ready?” he said smirking at me

i nodded my head

He positioned himself at my entrance and thrusted into me

“Fuck…” i moaned

His thumbs lightly pressed into your hips as his wet kisses moved to your breasts, his thrusts becoming harder as he sucked and kissed all over your chest.

As your fingers tugged at his hair, he groaned, reaching down to rub your clit with his thumb.

“Are you close Y/N?” Luke  asked

i couldn’t speak

i have lost my voice

i nodded my head and he smirked

he thrusted harshily into me and i came.

i came so hard.

“Oh my god..” i moaned arching my back of the seat feeling my orgasm take over my body

“Fuck..i’m gonna cum” Luke said

i felt him fill the condom inside me, i clenched around his cock as he released into me letting my orgasm take over my body

Luke pulled out, i tried not the feel sad with the lose of contact as he sat up..

i couldn’t move, i knew i would be sore for a few days

he leaned back on the seat as my legs draped over his naked ones

“Fuck that was good..” Luke said once he got his breath back

i was about to speak when there was a knock at the window

me and Luke both turned to look to see who it was

FUCK!

It was Hannah and Mrs Brandon the Principal

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A "Shitty" Exam

When I was a junior in high school, something very embarrassing happened to me and I’ll never forget it. I just finished taking my exam for algebra II and I had to use the restroom, so I ask my teacher and he said yes. I walk into the restroom and the smell of shit hits me like a ton of bricks. I was disgusted, but I had to do my business. I enter one of the stalls and what I saw was horrifying- SHIT smeared all over the wall. Sorry for being gruesome, but it was EVERYWHERE. I was so shocked that I screamed. Shortly after, a girl from my class comes into the bathroom and asks if I was okay. The restroom was right across the hall from my class, so everyone heard me scream. I nodded and we walked back to the classroom.

But it didn’t end there. My teacher asked why I screamed. My face reddened as I looked at my classmates, who were all staring at me. I said “I saw something bad and the janitor needs to be called.” He gave me a confused look and asked “What did you see?” At this point my face felt like it was on fire and my hands were sweating. I said “Someone…. smeared their feces on the wall.” And then I sat at my seat. I don’t know why I was so nervous; I didn’t do it! I think it was the fact that I had to say that in front of the class.

I was heavily bullied. I was never going to be pretty like Hermione, and my disabilities insured that I had no friends to help me since everyone thought I was a freak. So I got stronger and intimidated the hell out of them until they left me alone. None of the teachers saw a problem with the other kids actions until I fought back. The other kids who were bullied by them in other classes flocked to me after that. We were never really friends, but they felt strong with me. I felt like Voldemort.

Sometimes, 
I worry about the way time passes 
for different people. 

A year is always 365 days but 
no one ever tells you that the hours 
can stretch with stress and responsibility.


So, I meet another 19 year old 
and she is actually 19-
she is lucky. The days have passed 
as they should and she has lived 
the teenage dream, sneaking out, 
making out, falling out 
of love over and over again 
and she kinda gets it, maybe. 
She is getting there at least. 
She knows that at some point
her parents aren’t going to pay for her 
frivolities, that the car she drives will one day be 
in her name, with her paycheck in the gas tank. 
And yeah, she works part time in the mall,
goes to school, dreams of what life will bring,
but she doesn’t know, not yet. 


At least she is tolerable. I meet another girl
who claims she is 19 but acts like she is 12 
(I know, overused internet insults, but bear with me).
Time has passed too quickly and she never grew up.
She just can’t imagine not having her debit card
attached to her father’s account,
doesn’t know what interest on a loan means
and I have to help her fill out applications 
for a job she won’t keep more than a week.
I don’t think she will ever get it,
she is taken care of and I can’t say I’m not jealous 
of the way she has everything,
how she doesn’t ache after long days.
Part of me hopes she gets slapped in the face 
with reality, but why wish the harshness of the world
on someone who will never be ready?


Oh and here is the part none of you will believe,
you’ll tell me I am making it up for poetry,
but I promise when I say
I am more middle aged 
than teenaged 
I am not joking. I haven’t ever been pregnant 
but sometimes it feels like I’ve got 3 kids,
my brother and sister’s teachers expect me at parent conferences,
my high school sister doesn’t know I pay for her everything 
so that she can be the girl above, the girl who doesn’t know,
the girl who frustrates me, but I don’t want her to be 
19 and working a minimum of 50 hours a week. 


It’s a life and I am living.


Don’t tell me when you don’t know 
to cut back on my hours, take time for myself,
save my money and stop lending to my family. Honey,
I am not going to leave the ones I love to poverty.
I’ve got bills to pay and meds I need,
oh, and in case people forget,
a girl has got to eat.
Fuck you and your privileged "life hacks" 
that won’t save me a damn penny.
This is a conversation for the people who get it,
who struggle and bust their asses to care for 
themselves and those they love,
so sip your coffee,
it’s cyclical poverty 
and there is little chance of you understanding.

—  RANT || O.L.
Surprise Proposal

A/N: sorry this took so long. i had/still have writer’s block :/

Pairing: Reader x Justin Bieber 

Request: ’omg do one where Y/n is also a singer and she’s on tour and Justin suprises her on stage and proposes. Love youuu 💜‘ 

Warnings: none

{Y/N} POV

“So I just want to say a quick thank you to every single one of you who has come out to all the shows. This would not have been possible without you. This has honestly been a dream. So, it honor of this being the last show, why don’t we just do a Q&A because I’m sure you’re all dying to know what I’m up to.”

The entire crowd got much louder than before and I looked about for someone to chose. “Okay, why don’t we go with the girl in the hot pink sweater in the front. What’s your question?”

Okay, I just want to say that I love you so much but, anyways, my question is why didn’t Justin come on tour with you?”

“Well, you guys know Justin, he’s a busy guy! Trust me, he’s working very hard on what he was coming. Next question." 

I came here prepared with an entire list of questions but, how did you and Justin meet? You guys never really talked about it so now is the perfect time.“ 

"As cliché as it sounds, we met actually on vacation. I was visiting family up in Canada and I happened to run into him. From there, we just clicked." 

Okay, hey {Y/N}, my question is how did you know singing was your passion?“ 

"It sort of started when I was in middle school chorus and my teacher told me I had an insane voice. After that, singing just blew up for me. I’ve always liked singing since I was a child." 

I know you two are young but, what’s your ideal proposal? Like where and how would you want it?“ The crowd ooo'ed in what I presumed was a good way, more like scandalous. 

"My ideal proposal would be maybe somewhere tropical, like the Bahamas or something like that. It would be really cute if it was during dinner or something. I’m just a hopeless romantic so, whatever he has planned I’ll go with." 

"How would you like if you got proposed to right now?” I froze in my seat when I heard the voice. Wait a minute, I knew that voice. The crowd screamed and music began playing in the background. I turned around to see who was coming out on the stage. To my not-so surprise, it was Justin. 

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“Oh my god, wow.“ I said to myself, well, aloud. I was in shock because I wasn’t expecting Justin to show up. He was literally half way across the world! I got up to hug him and rested my head on his shoulder. I couldn’t help but start crying because I haven’t seen him for so long.

“Okay {Y/N}, I know this isn’t your ideal proposal, which I do apologize but,will you marry me?” Justin questioned. The crowd got silent which was sort of surprising.

“Yes. I’ll marry you, even though this isn’t my ideal proposal.” Justin slipped the ring on my finger and the crowd applauded and congratulated us. We both bid farewell to the crowd and headed backstage. 

“I almost forgot, I heard what you said about the proposal so, last minute, I booked us tickets to the Bahamas. I hope you don’t mind,” he spoke up. I looked over at him with a loss for words. “We are going to have so much fun.”

That was exactly what we were going to do.