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MIKAEL IS GONNA GET A JOB

ELIAS: Now we’re on our way to.. Hey, guys! Where are we going? Expericon! That’s where Mikael is going to a job interview.

MIKAEL: Yeah

[BROKE FUCKER]

ELIAS: Or he’s a black fucker. You’ll never get a job, bro. They’re scared of terrorism. It’s true! You’ll never get a job, man.

YOUSEF: I’m gonna give you a few tips.

ELIAS: Watch out, watch out, watch out! Look at them!

ADAM: Oh, look at me, my name is Yousef and I know everything about getting a job because I work in a kindergarten. The only reason I got a job there is because my aunt used to work there and that’s why I’m gonna give you all the tips on going to a job interview. The most important part of getting a job is not to use your foreign last name. Your name isn’t Boukhal, today your name is Øverlie.

MUTASIM: Look at the old guy with the grey jacket.

ADAM: Yeah, guys, let’s cross the road. Now we’re done.

ELIAS: Did he give you any good tips?

MIKAEL: Shut up! None of you have a job either.

MUTASIM: You’re too poor!

MIKAEL: Because yours truly, Mikael, is going to a job interview, I thought I’d give you some advice.

[Tips to get the job]

ELIAS: The first advice is: get a haircut before you go. Don’t have as long hair as this guy. Take off your hood!

MUTASIM: Remember, just lie. Lie the entire time. Don’t be yourself.

ADAM: First of all, you have to be full. Don’t use your real name in the application if you’re a foreigner. Get a new name or you won’t get a job in Norway.

ELIAS: Where the fuck are we? We’re just walking and walking and walking..

MIKAEL: I think we’re going the right way.

ELIAS: Excuse me! DO you know where Expericon is?

[We found you]

ELIAS: We wish this cutie, Mikael, good luck on his interview.

ADAM: Good luck.

MUTASIM: Group shake!

ELIAS: Put it down, put it down.

MUTASIM: You’re just messing around!

MIKAEL: Five, six, seven, eight.

ELIAS: Talk to you later!

ADAM: Now, Mikael is at his job interview.

ELIAS: Stop banging! Maybe people are sleeping.

ADAM: He’s been in there for a long time. Guys! There he is!

ELIAS: Quick! Say it to the camera! How was it? What did they say? Talk!

MIKAEL: I don’t think I’ll get it.. Because I think we’re at the wrong building.

ELIAS: Huh?

MIKAEL: I think it’s in Drammen.

MUTASIM: Fucking hell!

ELIAS: Why were you gone for such a long time then, bro?

MIKAEL: I was walking around, looking for the guy I was supposed to meet.

ADAM: For half an hour?

MIKAEL: Yeah, man!

ELIAS: There you have it! An example of idiocy! That’s all for today.

YOUSEF: Good bye!

ELIAS: Talk to you later!

I Wanted It to be Real

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4

‘Hey, Baz,’ I say, chewing the end of my pencil. ‘Can you come over here?’

There’s a long silence. ‘Why?’

Right. I almost forgot that we don’t talk to each other in our room.

‘I’m just working on my Politickal Science essay,’ I falter. ‘I was hoping…’

He sighs loudly, but then he’s standing behind me, peering over my shoulder. My breathing quickens.

‘What do you need?’ he says.

I open the textbook and show him the part that I don’t understand.

Baz scoffs. ‘The textbook is shit. If the Mage hadn’t banned…’ he trails off, and I feel the weight of his hand on the back of my chair. ‘Never mind. Look.’

He casts see what I mean and starts writing in the air with his wand. I know I should be paying attention so I don’t have to bug Penny later, but I can’t help watching him instead of the words. I watch his profile, how his lips move and his eyes narrow in concentration as he talks, the words floating in the air in front of his face.

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To the Grey’s Anatomy Writers

Me: Can you not do a million character centered or single storyline episodes

Grey’s Writers: What??? NO…

Me: Can you finish some story lines you started earlier in the season?

Grey’s Writers: What Stories lines? I don’t remember these storylines you speak of

Me: Can you stop breaking up couples like Jolex, Japril, Omelia, etc

Grey’s Writer: Have faith, thats how relationships work

Me: No its not

Grey’s Writer: *Nervously Sweats*

Me: Can you guys actually make this storylines move faster

Grey’s Writers: But the drama

Me: But actually having forward for once

Grey’s Writer: *Rolls Eyes as if I’m the only fan that feels this way*

Me: Why is it the last 4 episode of a season things get done?

Grey’s Writer: Because we want you to watch the next season

Me: I’ve been watching for 12 years. I’ll be watching the next reason regardless of whatever “shocking thing” you come up with for the finale

Grey’s Writers: But Drama

Me: But Character and Storyline development through the whole season

Grey’s Writer: *Awkward Silence*

Me: *Knows the writers will ignore everything I have said but knows I will still watch the show*

8 Reasons Why I Am Not Giving You Your Stuff Back

1- My sister wears your soccer shorts when she cleans her room. It’s satisfying watching them get dirty when you haven’t cleaned a day in your life.


2- There is market for cursed objects online and if you think I am above making money off of every tacky souvenir you’ve bought me then three years has taught you nothing.


3- Every good car deserves a homemade CD left haphazardly scratched up and bare in the confines of its glove box. And you know how much I love my Volvo.


4- Your grey sweatpants are perfect period attire. The bloody crotch stains are only visible from the inside anyway.


5- I remember you told me how proud you were of the Percy Jackson paper bookmark you made when you were 13. I also remember you told me you couldn’t remember the last time you finished a book.


6- Your favourite wristbands came in pairs. I know you’d love to give her the one you gave me. Too bad I lost it. On purpose.


7- I set my insides aflame and now I can’t stop travelling. You painted these ceramic figurines - the dragon and the plane - but they belong to me now.


8- I like the idea of a part of you stuck in a white trash bag stuffed in the corner of my closet.


9- The drive to your place only just faded from my muscle memory.


10- I am still not sure if it would hurt you more than it would hurt me. 


11- You never asked for them. You never fucking asked.

—  D.K.
Getting Creative [Jason Todd x Reader]

@cityofdespair9 requested: “Congratulations on 500 followers!!! Can I request an imagine where Jason and the reader are on a vacation on a secluded island and they have to make their own fun because they get too bored?”

A/N: Yes this idiot finally produced something, and a request no less!

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 665

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You loved isolation, vacation and of course, your dear boyfriend Jason Todd, so when you added all three together, you should be ecstatic, right?

Wrong.

Very, very wrong.

“Jason, I’m bored out of my mind.” You complained like a child. Jason raised an eyebrow and glanced at you from his position under the palm tree.

“But isn’t this what you wanted?” He questioned with a frown.

You rolled your eyes. “When I said break I didn’t mean strand ourselves on one of Bruce’s private islands. This is ridiculous, there’s virtually nothing here! Why did he even buy it?” You exclaimed, knowing you were making a really good point. Bruce never did anything without reason so why did he buy a tropical island in the middle of nowhere with barely anything built on it?

“How the fuck am I supposed to know?” Jason countered, just as clueless as you were.

You crossed your arms as a pout formed on your face, showing Jason that you weren’t happy with this arrangement at all. The two of you had already swam on the beach, played all possible beach games with only two people and used all the items in the villa. There wasn’t much else left to do and Bruce said the helicopter would come to pick you two up in another week.

Another week.

“We could always swim back?” Jason suggested.

Swim back.” You repeated, unimpressed. “Not everyone is a crime-fighting vigilante with years of training under his belt Jay.”

Jason shrugged. “I tried.” He then resumed reading the book in his hands.

“Yeah,” you rolled your eyes, “it totally seemed that way.” You got off your hammock and began to walk around, staring at the forested area with curiosity. “Hey Jay?”

“Yeah?”

“How big’s the island?”

“Dunno, Bruce never mentioned.” Jason answered with disinterest. You hummed and thought for a moment, before a brilliant idea popped into your mind.

“Why don’t we find out?” You suggested with newfound excitement.

Jason looked from from the words on the page. “Huh?”

“You know,” you spread your arms, “explore the island! Who knows what’s out there!”

“Uh, I do.” Jason muttered, “bugs and reptiles and plenty of plants I don’t want anything to do with. And mosquitoes, let’s not forget mosquitoes.”

“Well I’m going with or without you.” You declared, walking away. You knew he would follow you either way, and soon enough you heard footsteps behind you, accompanied by quiet curses.

You walked deeper into the forest, taking note of all the strange, colorful plants and creatures peacefully residing on the trees. You could tell there were many more animals hidden, feeling afraid to show themselves. You weren’t as afraid of animals or bugs as the average person, so you found it easy to navigate the forest. You weren’t afraid of getting lost either since you knew Jason would remember the way back.

After an hour or two of walking, you found a small empty plot of land. It was in the middle of the forest and completely out of place. You frowned and walked to the center but felt nothing was wrong, but Jason thought differently.

“Wait…”

He knelt down onto the dirt and… knocked on it? Curious, you lowered yourself down to his level beside him and watched as he started to wipe the sand away. Soon, you saw a grey surface underneath the sand.

A hatch.

You stepped back with wide eyes. “I guess we know why Bruce bought this island now…”

“Well… shall we?” Jason asked, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Are you sure you want to make Bruce angry? He probably didn’t tell us for a reason.” You protested, feeling unsure.

“You started this.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t expect to find another one of Bruce’s man-cave.” 

“You have anything better to do?” He challenged, smirking because he knew you were bored and did in fact, have absolutely nothing to do.

“… fine.” You sighed, giving in. “But if Bruce asks, it was your idea.”

NCT 127 as super basic girls
  • Taeyong: snapbacks all day everyday
  • Taeil: tbh he becomes a lululemon model bc he wears their stuff so often
  • Johnny: the makeup guru, has his own youtube channel dedicated to makeup tutorials
  • Yuta: watches grey's anatomy and thirteen reasons why
  • Winwin: lowkey insta famous, has the most followers
  • Doyoung: professional dabber
  • Jaehyun: addicted to starbucks
  • Mark: swears in english and only in english
  • Haechan: has 10 pairs of the same timberlands
Meanie - A 13 Reasons Why Imagine

Justin Foley x Reader

A/N: i’m sorry, again. i loved this request though. hopefully you like what i did for it

Requested by: anonymous
“Can you write an imagine where you and Justin goof off and play fight?”

Warnings: none, really

Word Count: 778

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“Have you seen my sweatshirt?” Justin asked me, scanning my living room for the grey sweatshirt that I was currently wearing.

“Nope,” I responded, dancing into the kitchen.

“Liar,” he laughs, following me into the kitchen and watching me roll up the sleeves so I can use my hands. “What are we doing tonight, beautiful?” he asks, walking over to me and sliding his arms around my waist.

“I really want cookies,” I whine like a toddler.

“Cookies it is, then. What kind?”

“Chocolate chip,” I tell him.

“My favorite,” he smiles.

“I know,” I tease, pulling away to get out all of the ingredients. I grab the flour, sugar, salt, baking soda, and vanilla while Justin gets the eggs, butter, brown sugar and chocolate chips.

We begin making the cookies; mixing the ingredients, getting them into the oven. As Justin is putting the first batch in, an evil idea pops into my head. I take a handful of flour, and am barely able to keep myself from laughing as I say, “Justin?”

“Yeah?” he turns around; and as soon as he does, I blow the flour out of my hand and all over him. It covers his face, his shirt, it’s in his hair… I double over in laughter as he stands there in shock, eyes closed, mouth hanging wide open. I attempt to say something, but immediately just end up laughing even harder. I can tell Justin is trying to act angry, but the smile breaking through gives him away. “You think this is funny?” he asks, and I can tell he’s trying not to laugh too. I’m sitting on the floor now, clutching my stomach as it aches from laughter, and still can’t manage to get any words out. Then, I see his face change, like he’s got an idea. The next thing I know, the sink is on, and my shirt is getting soaked.

Justin is standing over me, sprayer in hand, drenching me with a steady stream of water. I shriek, jumping up and running far enough away that the water can’t reach me anymore. “Truce!” I shout, still laughing.

Justin seems to consider this request, and then says, “Alright.” I walk cautiously back into the kitchen. Justin’s put down the sprayer, and is beginning to wipe the flower off of his face with a towel. I laugh as he continues to try to wipe off the white powder, and continues to be unsuccessful. “Need some help?” I ask smiling.

“Clearly,” he laughs. I grab a wet paper towel and begin to wipe his face, removing (almost) all traces of the flour. Afterwards, I peel off the damp sweatshirt, and tell Justin, “If you toss me your shirt I can stick it in the wash for you.”

He takes off his shirt and throws it over to me, saying, “You know, Y/N, if you wanted to see me shirtless, you could’ve just asked. No need to cover me in baking ingredients.”

“Who would ever want to see you shirtless?” I laugh sarcastically, waking into the laundry room and putting our clothes in the machine.

“You’ve got a point there,” I hear him shout from the kitchen, and all I can do is shake my head and laugh. I walk back out into the kitchen, but I don’t see Justin.

“Justin?” I call, furrowing my eyebrows. The next thing I know, a pair of arms are wrapping around my waist from behind, and I’m being lifted off the ground and spun around. “Justin!” I squeal, unable to suppress my laughter. “Justin, stop it!”

“Alright, alright,” he sighs, putting me down. I have to grab his arm to steady myself as I’m stumbling over nothing.

“Jerk,” I say, feigning annoyance.

“Loser,” he smiles down at me.

“Weirdo.”

“Baby.”

“Meanie!”

“Seriously? What are you, five?” he laughs, and I can’t help but laugh with him.

“Six and a half,” I answer, smiling up at him.

“Right, how could I forget?” he smiles, tucking a piece of damp hair behind my ear.

“I love you,” I mumble, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I love you more,” he whispers, pulling me close to him.

I reach up on my tip-toes to kiss him, running my fingers through his hair as he tighten his arms around my waist.

“Babe?” I whisper, pulling away ever so slightly.

“Yeah?”

“…you taste like flour.”

melliviaislife  asked:

i love your blog, how do you manage to keep up with all of your tv shows haha?

Thank you so much! ♥ x

I use this app to track my tv shows. I remember someone posted it in a facebook based tumblr network and i’ve been using it for more than a year now. If you’re a TV show fan, like me, this app is amazing for you!

It has some great features:
you can mark episodes you’ve watched and it will tell you how many episodes you have left.

you can see comments after every episode and vote for your favorite character of that episode

you also get badges depending on your binge watching skills

and get interesting stats like these and you can compare them with your friends

These are some of my faves but there are many more.

If you want to do f4f, here is my profile: https://www.tvtime.com/en/user/8053017/profile i follow back everyone. :)

anonymous asked:

If you are still doing the dialogue prompts could you possibly do #98 nessian?

Sorry for the delay! I’m not gonna lie, this was a marathon to write. The feels kept taking control and taking me in complete opposite directions to which I planned. But I did it. Some feels were taken out but I’ll keep those tucked away for later. Hope you like it.


Nessian: All nighter, you and me. First one to fall asleep buys the other dinner.


Cassian had noticed that Nesta wasn’t sleeping.

She would stay up reading or doing menial tasks long after everyone else had gone to bed. Cassian only knew because he saw her when he wandered the house to relieve the aches in his wings. His wings had healed enough that visually the only thing different were the thin scars that now peppered the thin membrane. But on the inside, in a more physical sense, they were almost utterly unusable. At the moment he could only fly for five minutes, if he was lucky.

Cassian also knew it was nightmares that kept her awake. Because some nights he would find her sprawled on the couch, book fallen from her hands, and her brow would be furrowed and eyelids fluttering. It was in those moments that Cassian would take one of her slender hands in his and softly murmur her name. If she came close to waking he would flee like a coward, but Cassian knew it would crush Nesta to know someone had seen her so vulnerable.

Tonight though Cassian was the one staying up. Rhys had given him a task that was both extensive and urgent. With Feyre feeding more and more information to Azriel’s contacts and the battle with Hybern looming closer and closer, they needed every soldier that they could get. That included the female Illyrian’s. Rhys needed Cassian to come up with training regimes and incentives and just about everything else related to the matter. Immediately.

So now he sat in one of the large sitting rooms in the House of Wind on a couch in front of the fire, papers in his lap going over and adding to them. He hadn’t chosen this particular room by chance. This was the one that Nesta most often ended up in.

A little while later an incredulous snort announced Nesta’s arrival. She ignored him, really Cassian was surprised that she didn’t turn in the other direction and walk out. But she didn’t. Nesta just ignored Cassian completely and sat in an arm chair, facing away from him a book in her hand. Cassian let out a heavy sigh. She didn’t react, just kept her concentration on the book. Cassian sighed again dramatically and Nesta barely turned her head. Cassian took in a deep breath to sigh again but before he could a cold sharp voice stopped him.

“Don’t.”

Cassian smiled, “Whatever do you mean?”

“I know you’re there,” there was something hollow in Nesta’s voice that made the smile fall from his face, “so I don’t need you reminding me.”

“What else am I supposed to do when you choose to ignore me anyway?”

“You could leave,” Nesta’s voice was sharp as an Illyrian blade.

“Communal space Sweetheart. You can’t claim this entire room.”

Nesta sent a vulgar gesture halfheartedly over her shoulder and Cassian gave a small chuckle. But he knew something was wrong here, but he wasn’t sure how to get Nesta to talk about it. Silence now spread between them, neither of them making any attempt to break it. Cassian wanted to say something, broach this space between them, but when they spoke it was aggressive as they tore strips from each other. But now was not the time for that. If Cassian’s wings were… were what they had been, he would take her flying. Take her out into the open air and let her breathe in the sheer amount of space that flying gave him. The cold night air, the space, the freedom always made him feel better. But two minutes of flying, that would just be pathetic.

A heavy sigh made its way past Cassian’s lips and and Nesta’s head snapped up. Cassian quickly shut his mouth when he realised his mistake. He chanced a look at her face, well what he could see from where he sat, and even from his restricted view he could see her signature steely expression once again graced her face.

“Just so you know that sigh was entirely for my benefit,” Cassian said quickly.

“What possible benefits do you get from sighing?” Nesta asked.

“Well, it releases tension,” Cassian explained. “My thoughts had led to to a issue that I currently have no power to resolve. So the sigh…”

“I got it Cassian,” Nesta snapped, but it still seemed to lack its usual bite.

“Can’t say all my tension was released though,” Cassian said with a smirk. “Care to help me out with the rest?”

Nesta snorted, “You’re a pig.”

“Best looking pig you’ve ever seen. Am I right?”

“You are ridiculous.”

Cassian chuckled. Here they were. Where they always were. They we at that impasse where Cassian was willing to give everything but Nesta was going to accept nothing. Cassian sighed again.

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Jealous, Kai Parker.

Anon requested: Kai Parker request where reader is a close witchy friend of the mikaelsons and reader takes Kai to one of their balls where Kai experiences jealousy for the first time please xxxxxx

Thank you anon for your request! <3 I’m sorry if this isn’t what you expected, I don’t really like it but I hope you do.

(Not my gif)

Originally posted by christopherwoods


It was half past nine in the evening and Kai Parker wasn’t ready yet; Y/N was bored, she was waiting for over fourty minutes for her boyfriend to get all dressed up for his first Mikaelsons ball.

The reason why he was taking so much time was that he knew how important were the Originals to Y/N: she was a witch and was so close to the family. She helped them with everything and they protected her from everyone at all costs.

“Babe, c’mon, we’re going to be late.” Y/N sighed looking at her watch, thinking of how much Rebekah would’ve complained after. “Kai, please!”

“Here I am, I’m ready!” He showed up after a few seconds and Y/N looked at him in awe: he was wearing a wonderful grey suit, his hair was a bit messy as always but he was just perfect. Kai smiled at her, waving a hand to catch her attention. “Aren’t we going to be late?” He asked in amusement.

The young witch shook her head and nodded rapidly: “Yep, totally, let’s go!” The two of them held hands and reached the car, destination Mikaelsons’ mansion.


The hall was full as always, there also were a lot of unknown faces but Y/N knew that many of them were dinner; as they entered the mansion Kai wrapped an arm around her shoulders getting her closer to him.

“I don’t want you to get lost in these crowds of people.” He winked at her and she just rolled her eyes laughing. “Oh stop it, I’m not that short.”

“Whatever you say, love.” He quickly replied, taking her hand but when he tried to open his mouth to ask her to dance a young man approached them, gazing at Y/N’s figure. “Hello lovely Y/N, I see that you look gorgeous as always.”

Her E/C eyes focused on the guy and she smiled softly: “Thank you Kol.” Then she looked at Kai that was already checking the Original Vampire out, a strange feeling of jealously coming over him. 

“That’s Kai Parker-” But she was cut off by Kai, “-Her boyfriend. Now if you don’t mind I’m gonna ask my girlfriend for a dance, it was a pleasure to meet you.” Then he just kissed her hands and brought her on the dance floor.

Kai parker knew a thing, she was his and whoever touched her wasn’t going to  get away with it.

13 Reasons Why

I have just finished watching the last thirteenth episode, and decided to wright my review of this tv series. I read a book 2 years ago and I really liked it, at least as much as you like reading about our f*****d up society that make people want to end their lives. So, when I heared that there will be a tv series based on the book and producer of it is Selena Gomez, it was interesting for me to watch. So there came the premier and I watched maybe 3 episodes and today I watched the last one. I don’t know why, but I didn’t have very high hopes for this one, but this show was a hundred times better that I could imagine. “13 Reasons Why” is very emotional, sombre and really heartbraking. When I watched every episode, and espesially the last one, I wanted ro cry or I cried, actually right now I am sitting with tears on my eyes after watching 13 episode. 

It is actually hard to watch how ugly our society is. All those people on the tapes, not all but the majority of them didn’t feel themselves guilty, they just wanted save their own asses and live happily ever after, forgetting about the fact that they were the main reason why Hannah will never have a future. And I think that it’s very interesting that when Clay remembers Hannah, everything is so bright and sunny and when there shown present everything is grey and colourless, it’s like Hannah was that person to Clay that made him happy and when she’s gone everything around him is reflection of his devistation. She also had plans for future, she had her dreams that’ll never come true. Hannah Baker was a pretty positive and friendly person, we can see it in the beggining. But this school and those people broke her and unfortunatelly this is happenning not only in the book or tv series it is happenning in real life.School was a hell for me, teachers didn’t gave a f**k about us, no, they actually did but only about popular kids, and kids were really cruel, I was bullied too and I know that It might also happened to you too. We can all relate to one of the characters, whether you are Hannah, Clay, Jessica, Alex or someone else.

 I truly believe that every person have to see this tv series and think about how we treat other people and to what consequcses it may lead. We have to be less egoistic and care more about others. Also, I think that parents should watch it too, because it very presiecly pictures teenager’s life nowadays and parents have to know what is going on with their children. Moreover not only parents have to talk with their children, but we also have to be more open with them. And if you are a person that think that your story is similiar to Hannah’s in some way, please listen to me( I know that I am a complete stranger, so why would you listen to me, but), if you feel that your life is pointless just stop for a second and think, imagine your life after all this shit will be over, and you’ll have a long life ahead of you, you can move to another city or country, get a job of your dream and you’ll have a people around that will care about you. So, if you have a problem talk about it, tell it to your parents, or friend or just write me, I promise I will listen to you and I know that for some reasone it’s much easier to talk to the stranger than to people that are close to you.

If you like *insert book*...

So here are some recommendations based on books you may have already read - sometimes I just get a feel for a book vibe and I want more of it so hopefully this will help!

If you like Gone by Michael Grant, try The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness. Both have very similar not-quite-dystopian vibes to them, both have quite young protagonists, both have some psycho characters, both are ruthless in the murdering of characters.

If you like The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky, try Troublemakers by Catherine Barter. They both have a sort of whimsical, innocent coming-of-age feel to them in both the story and the writing style, and both plots are subtly heartbreaking.

If you like The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, try Scythe by Neil Shusterman. I haven’t read Scythe yet (it’s next!) but they both have a kind of dystopia where murder is involved, and it seems like a lot of moral dilemmas could be involved in both. Whereas THG is about the hunted, Scythe is about the hunters.

If you like The Foxhole Court by Nora Sakavic, try Beartown by Fredrik Backman. Again, I haven’t actually read Beartown yet, but I’ve seen it recommended as a similar book to TFC - small town high school sports etc, so maybe check this one out!

If you like More Than This by Patrick Ness, try anything by Adam Silvera. I tried to narrow this down to one book but from what I’ve seen (yet again, I have HIAYLM but haven’t read it yet,) all of Adam Silvera’s books have the same three features: gay characters, a deep, thoughtful plot, and emotion, which is very similar to More Than This.

A TV SHOW OPTION: If you like Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo, try Peaky Blinders. They both have a very very similar vibe to me, and both plots are so clever, with very witty, sharp dialogue. Immediately after I started watching it, Thomas Shelby, the main character, reminded me so much of Kaz Brekker that I just can’t separate the two in my head.

IF YOU DIDN’T LIKE *insert book*……

If you didn’t like Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher, try One Of Us Is Lying by Karen M. McManus.They both have a similar premise, but the latter book deals with it much better than the former. Don’t think about that too much or it will spoil the plot twist.

If you didn’t like The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare, try The Girl At Midnight by Melissa Grey. Both are urban fantasies set in New York with a similar blend of characters, but I feel like the characters in TGAM are better-dealt with than the ones in TMI. They’re more three-dimensional, and their development doesn’t just go down one route, either *cough* aleclightwood *cough*. No incest, which is a bonus.

If you didn’t like Uprooted by Naomi Novik OR The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern, try Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor. All three have gorgeous writing, no doubt about that. However. Only one has interesting characters. Only one moves at a pace faster than a sloth with one leg. Only one has any plot to speak of, goddammit, and that’s Strange The Dreamer.

If you didn’t like I’ll Give You The Sun by Jandy Nelson, try Aristotle and Dante Discover The Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz. For my taste, IGYTS was a bit too flowery, and it seemed a bit pretentious, without very interesting characters. Ari & Dante had a very similar vibe to Perks of Being a Wallflower - pretty but unpretentious, and it’s own voices too!

If you didn’t like *insert any angsty gay book about coming out here*, try Release by Patrick Ness. Aside from the slightly weird supernatural plot, Release was the most nuanced Coming Out Book I’ve ever seen, which is maybe because it’s semi-autobiographical from the author. I’ll always support any book that’s own voices about a topic like this over anything that isn’t, and I’ll always support Patrick Ness, and I’ll always support books with happy endings.

Title: Dear Maisie (Part 6.)

Part 1. - Part 2. - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5.

Pairing: Denny Duquette and Maisie (original female character)
Summary: The fifth letter.
Word Count: 2,203
Author’s Note: BRB CRYING MY EYES OUT.

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Song: The Night We Met by Lord Huron

I awake today not wanting to do anything. I could feel Denny’s arms around me. I could feel the scratchy stubble running along my neck. I could hear his quiet breaths in my ear.

I thought I was making progress in grieving the right way, but I was wrong. I spend the entire morning lying on the bed, curled on my side. I know I should get up to start my day, but somehow, I feel glued to the bed.

I had taken the letters and photos from the fridge to place on the bed; it remains scattered. I glance at a few of the polaroids and shut my eyes, tears immediately falling from my eyes.

“I can’t do this, Denny…” I mumble to myself, clutching the blanket closer to my chest.

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ID #99080

Name: Caterina
Age: 18
Country: Switzerland

Hi! I’m Cate I’m currently on my last year of school and I’m about to become a social work assistant. In my free time I like to read books, draw, paint and listen to any kind of music. I also really like to watch movies (all kinds but not horror!), tv series (like SKAM, Grey’s anatomy, 13 reasons why and many others) and youtube videos. I’m trying to learn how to play the guitar (I’m really bad at it…) and I would like to improve my english and german, but I’m also interested in learning other languages and other people cultures.

Preferences: I’d prefer to talk to someone around my age so 18-22

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@peechesblog

 (for the ship) i’m 5'3’’ (161 cm) tall, i have dark blond hair that goes a little past my shoulders. my eyes are grey/brown and i have black glasses. i love watching movies and cuddle till 3am and/or reading books. i’m kind and caring to my friends but i can be a bitch if someone wants to hurt them or me. when it’s late i overthink and i get insecure + i speak too loudly sometimes :)) 

 Thirteen Reasons Why:

 I ship you with:

Originally posted by knightlley

Jeff Atkins did not die in that car crash.  He didn’t even get in the car that night.  Instead, he stayed home with you at his house, cuddled up on the couch watching one of your favourite movies.  He can resist making you happy, and seeing you makes him smile like he never has before.

Riverdale:

I ship you with

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Archie Andrews is a goof.  Always has been and always will be.  Watching movie til 1 am: check.  Cuddles any time of the day: check.  The man is a human fluff ball and loves that you feel that same way too.  “"What’re you doing babe?”  “"Reading.”  “Reading what?”  Conversations like this ensue because he wants to be doing whatever you are doing.