this is not going to get notes but whatever

Meeting you was not so much like getting to know you as it was like listening to a tune you don’t remember hearing before, yet you always seem to know what the next note will be.
You were a familiar melody so addictive that before I realized it you were stuck in my head and I couldn’t get you out. Every moment of you played on constant repeat and would go round in my head for hours.  Slowly you became the soundtrack to my life; every place I went, every person I spoke to, every dream I dreamed – there you were, constantly playing in the background. For whatever reason you resonated with me like no one else ever had and I listened to you intently… studied you and replayed you until I had memorized you perfectly.
Then you pressed the stop button one day and I didn’t hear anything from you for a long time…
The sudden silence was painful and lonely so I kept replaying you in my mind to keep me company… over and over until I thought I’d go insane. Eventually I tried to fade you out in the hopes that I’d forget you and I’ll admit that you are quieter now… I suppose it’s only natural that the more distance there is between us the quieter you become and the more time that goes by the more our conversations fade away like echoes.
You were like my favorite song once… but lately I’m forgetting all the words and I don’t know how to feel about it… But the one thing I do know for certain is that somehow I had known you long before I knew you… That is why you were already so familiar to me that is how I know that even if you were to fade to a mere whisper… it would only take a single moment with you for everything to come flooding back to me once again. And as much as I miss the sound of your voice…
I know that wall of silence is the only thing keeping the emotions at bay.

advice probably no one will listen to:

If you want to watch the new Death Note movie, whether you want to make fun of it or are genuinely curious about it, just watch it illegally. Give it one star or leave a review or whatever, but don’t watch it on Netflix. I don’t know all the details, but I’m pretty sure that the more attention something gets = the more popular Netflix thinks it is. (Like if a lot of people go to see a bad movie to “make fun of it” in theaters, those people are still giving the movie money and saying to the producers “Hey, thousands of us watched this! Make more!”)

You should all know how the internet works by now, everything is online and when something is added to Netflix it’ll be on many other movie streaming sites like an hour later.

Remember Avatar? Please don’t give American Crack-Addict-Light Turner Death Note a chance.

surprising your boyfriend like

Bitty doesn’t like lying to his boyfriend. It’s not his style. If anything, he’s honest to a fault. It’s not his speed to perpetrate deceptions, much less relish him.

Oh, but this… this is really kind of fun.

When he first tells Jack he’ll be heading home for Christmas, Jack is visibly disappointed. His face falls, and he heaves a sigh before mustering up his stoic face and telling Bitty “I hope you have fun.”

Bitty feigns concern. “Oh, now, what will you do? I know you’re playing on Christmas Eve day, so I suppose you can’t go home to your parents’.”

Jack shakes his head. “I’ll make do. I’m sure someone on the team will have me over.” But the sad glisten in his eyes is almost enough to make Bitty break down and confess right there.


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How to Annotate Literature

Many times language and literature classes require students to annotate the books that are given to them, but in many cases tips and advice on how to do so is lacking. I will be sharing my personal strategy for efficient and successful annotating that will not only help your understanding of the text but also gain the love of your teachers!

The tips have been divided into 5 components, each with their own explanation.

Sticky Tabs are Your Best Friend

I don’t know how I would manage to annotate without my sticky tabs. They help me organize and navigate the book before the reading, remind me what to look for while i’m going through the text and help me find whatever I may need once I get to further analysis for the class. 

Create a key for your tabs, personally I use five colors each having a few specific purposes based on where I place them in the book. Most stickies are accompanied by a specific note that will remind me of what I wanted to point out, these stick out of the right margin. 

  • Pink- Anything to do with characters, be it development or certain traits to remember. It can also be used for when you have questions about character related aspects of the text.
  • Orange- Refers to setting, in plays it is also applicable for stage directions.
  • Yellow- Is used for literary devices and use of language (tone, diction, patterns) and syntax, if there is a particular word the author used or a structure you want to take note of, this is the color to use. 
  • Green- Applicable to any important plot events, notable scenes or things that you think will be significant later in the story.
  • Blue- Themes and context of said ideas, anything to do with time, place and space in which the text takes place. It can also relate to how your context (a student reading a book for a literature course) impacts your perception of the text.

These are the things teachers usually look out for and it is certainly useful in any kind of further task! 

The top and bottom margins can be used to divide the book in to sections, such as chapters or scenes, mark the most important pages and to also highlight text to text connections. These colors you can pick yourself!

I do not recommend having more than 5 sticky tabs per page, otherwise it gets too crowded and they lose their purpose! (but you will still need to buy aaa lloootttt)

This is my key for the book I am currently annotating, Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw. 

Don’t Overdo it With the Highlighter

Find one color highlighter that you like the most and use it to mark explicit words or phrases that catch your attention, you can also use them in correlation with you sticky tabs! 

I prefer to use a yellow highlighter because it seems to bleed the least, and I usually use it in relation to the the yellow and blue tabs because those are the ones that relate to the most detailed and minute parts of the text. Once again you can find your own preference! But don’t overdo it, otherwise, like the tabs, the highlighter will lose its function to highlight important points. 

This is an example of how much highlighting I usually do. For non-fictional texts or parts of a book (like in the introduction you see here) I reserved highlighter for dates and names. 

Have a Conversation With the Author

This is one of the first tips that my high school teacher gave me and it’s really one of the most important ones to remember. And I know, it may sound kinda silly, but I find that it really helps me in developing my ideas and remembering exactly how I felt about a certain aspect of part of the text. 

Whether the text is fiction of non fiction, anything in between, you can always do these few things

  • Ask questions- As if you were going to get an answer, ask questions, write them down and write down as many as you want. Writing things down helps people remember so then it is more likely that in a class discussion you will be able to recall your queries or wonders. 
  • If you don’t like something, or you’re surprised by something, write it down! Use exclamation marks, use words that you would use in a regular conversation. I always write ‘WOW!!’ or ‘OMG’ when i’m especially impressed, and having such vocal- well written vocally- emotions will bring you closer to the subject of the text. 
  • Talk to the characters as well, if you are questioning a character’s actions ask them and provide an explanation as to why you speculate they may have acted a certain way. Not only does that further contribute to your involvement (also making things more entertaining) but it also deepens your thought!

What i’m trying to say is write down anything that comes to mind, your first response is your true response, and it is a valuable addition to your notes! And if you want to write a whole essay in between the lines… Actually, i’ll come back to that later! 

Pens, not Pencils 

I used to make notes completely in pencil but my approach changed when I realized that overtime the pencil would rub off and get illegible. I think it was because I used my book so much, but having switched to pen I realized that it helps me in quite a few other things as well. 

The good thing about pen is that you can’t erase it and let’s say you started writing down a note, scan down the page and realize what you are taking a note of is completely wrong. That’s ok! That’s actually really good! Don’t scribble out what you just wrote down, but instead continue and explain why you may have thought a certain way and what your understanding is now. That relates really closely to the previous note. 

Evidently pen also appears darker on the page, then there’s no possibility of it ever disappearing. It also won’t smudge or bleed as long as it’s ballpoint! That’s a good thing when drawing arrows between lines, underlining in addition to your highlights and circling/boxing whatever you deem necessary.

Time, Effort and Commitment

It’s clear that this post took me a while to make, and it took me a while to develop this system with all of the things that I have considered. So it must be self evident that using this type of annotation won’t be quick. It might get tiring at some times, and for me it really does, but at the end I find that it always pays off! You have to stay committed to this technique, you have to put in the same amount of effort for every page, which means you need time. So here are a few final general tips I will leave you with.

  • Don’t procrastinate! As goes for any task, and this one more than any, don’t waste time getting to it! I advice you check how many pages you have in total and make sure that you do a certain amount per day (usually 5-10 pages a day is good!)
  • If you go off on massive tangents in the side bars, make sure that you don’t get too distracted by them because they will take up a lot of your time. But one now and then may be good! Be sure to mark it for later reference!
  • Play mind games with yourself. This one is actually pretty interesting but it personally gets me a long way. If you have 20 pages left, don’t look at it as 20 pages but instead as 4 times 5, then the amount will seem a lot more manageable! It’s a kind of self encouragement!
  • That can also be said by looking now and then at how far your bookmark has moved through the book and giving yourself a pat on the back for all of you hard work!

That’s all I have for now! If you have any further questions for advice or explanation please message me and I will be more than happy to help! And I hope that this helps some people out too! (I’m counting this as 21/100 days of productivity as all I did today was related to annotating.)

Movie Wolf

Summary: Derek is an acting wolf, taking on a new movie role with up-and-coming actor Stiles Stilinski. Things don’t go quite the way he expects.

Notes: Based off of this post. (@authorkurikuri, I hope you don’t mind me writing this!) On AO3.

“Come on, Derek,” Laura says with a smirk, jingling the harness at him.

“You always have to make it weird,” Derek says, rolling his eyes.

“Hey, I just don’t want you ruining my cred as an awesome wolf trainer,” she says, laughing.

“Yeah, which you have mainly thanks to me,” Derek says smugly.

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Dating Jackson Would Include

Hiya… Can I get a dating jackson/jimin(bts) would include?… Thanks… Love your blog…

Note: Enjoy! 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ images used. 

GOT7 Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Jackson Wang || Jinyoung || Yugyeom ||

In the Daytime

Originally posted by markjin

  • Jackson is going to legit be the most amazing boyfriend on the planet
  • He’s going to support you in whatever you want to do with your life
  • But don’t expect that this is going to get you away from the teasing
  • He will take literally every opportunity to tease you 
  • About anything
  • Literally 
  • It could be the way you blush when he gives you a compliment 
  • To the way you look when you’re focused hard on something
  • But it’s always going to be in good fun
  • Like he’s always going to have good intentions
  • Even if he can be bratty at times, but aren’t we all? 
  • Be prepared to share him with Mark
  • And he may have a very busy work scheduled 
  • But he’ll always make time for you
  • He’ll love to take you off on dates and show you off to all of this friends. 
  • 9/10 you’ll be the one behind the wheel thought because he has the tendency to get distracted
  • “Ooh, I love this song!”
  • “Jackson! The road!”
  • “Oh shit, yeah.” 
  • He will be insistent on matching couple things 
  • Especially hair colours
  • “I think we should dye our hair blue, Jagiya.”
  • “You can dye your hair whatever colour you want, but I like mine the way it is thank you very much.” 
  • “Ah~ you’re so boring~” 
  • Be prepared for him to use pretty much everything you own
  • There is no such thing as ‘privacy’ in Jackson’s mind 
  • Like you’ll walk into the bedroom and he’s using up all that expensive hair spray you used the other day, or he’ll be looking up that cookie jar in the kitchen.
  • Don’t be surprised if all the snacks you bought are gone within a few hours. 
  • Him taking you on a lot of dinner dates because he likes to make sure that you’re eating well and staying healthy. 
  • Him always looking after you because you’re his pride and joy and nothing makes him happier than you do. 

At Nighttime 

Originally posted by thekpopquartet

  • Have fun with this bundle of joy at night
  • Him stealing all of the covers in his sleep
  • And then apologizing over and over in the morning when he wakes up to find you shivering next to him. 
  • He cuddles you as if it’s his religion
  • There isn’t many nights when he won’t insist you come into his arms
  • Unless the two of you have had a fight
  • Which let’s be honest, isn’t going to be a very regular thing. 
  • He isn’t always going to be a giant cuddly fluffball though
  • Sometimes he’s going to be a little needy 
  • Him teasing you when you’re trying to get changed into your pajamas.
  • “There’s not much point in putting those on Jagiya, they’ll be coming off again very soon.” 
  • Him taking every advantage to please you
  • But sometimes he’s going to be a little selfish
  • “Get on top Jagi, I’m all yours tonight.” 
  • He loves to hear you
  • Though this does has his drawbacks, because it only fuels up his ego
  • Get ready for relentless teasing in the morning 
  • “What was it you were saying last night Jagi? ah~ Jackson, harder~”
  • “Literally shut the fuck up.” 

giving up

Want You (Lafayette x Reader)

Word Count: 3,815

Warnings: Swears? (IDK) SMUT LOTS OF SMUTTY THINGS. (im going to hell come join me)

Author’s Note: Sorry for the wait! My classes have been kicking my butt recently but I’m glad to be back! PLEASE SEND ME FEEDBACK ON WHAT YOU THOUGHT OR WHATEVER YOU WANT! I LOVE TALKING TO YOU GUYS! I HOPE YOU ENJOY! I LIVE TO PLEASE YALL SO SEND ME FEEDBACK!

Modern Laf x reader at a high school or college house party with the squad and laf and reader were just really good friends but the gang tries to get them together because they’re like perfect for each other

-Same anon from the modern house party laf x reader here again! btw I will be very okay if it’s a little smut ;)))

Could you do a Lafayette x reader where the reader always flirts with him but he just thinks they’re being friendly so it gets increasingly risqué and finally the reader just gets fed up and is all “do I literally need to be on your dick for you to get that I like you?!” Not those words exactly of course lol (I did use these word exactly and I’m not sorry. It was too great not to use)


You sat at the desk trying your best not to close your eyes. You leaned on Lafayette’s shoulder and let out a sigh. “Are you tired mon ami?” he questioned still looking up at the professor. You nodded, and Lafayette’s big hand went to caress your cheek. You let out a sigh and sat up once more rubbing at your eyes. You knew it was a bad idea to stay up all night but you had procrastinated on your homework, and instead thought about Lafayette. Your eyes started to droop down when you got elbowed on the side by Alex. You glared over at him only to see him wiggling his eyebrows motioning at you and Lafayette. He knew that you had feelings for Laf, and he was relentless with trying to set you two up. You elbowed him back and turned your head to Lafayette. He was gorgeous, how could you not have feelings for him? You had been flirting with him for the past month but alas, you had gotten nowhere. Either he didn’t like you back, or he was utterly clueless. You were caught staring when Lafayette turned so he was looking at you, he chuckled. “What are you looking at?” he said. “Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the view.” you said winking at him. He laughed it off and returned back to his notes, leaving you defeated once again. You sighed before you turned to your empty notebook and began doodling. You heard Alex stifling his laughter at your rejection but you continued to scribble in your notebook.

The time came when your class was dismissed and you finally felt like you could breathe. You quickly gathered your things and tried to rush out of the class to your apartment when Alex stopped you, Lafayette trailing behind him. “Hey, Y/N. There’s gonna be a party at mine later tonight. You and Laf should come.” he smirked. You internally screamed at his effort, and before you could decline Lafayette replied for you. “That’s fantastic! We’ll be there.” he said moving so he was next to you, intertwining his fingers with yours. You felt electricity jolt up your arm at his contact. Alex practically ran out of the room to his next class, leaving you and Lafayette just standing there holding hands. You were the one to tear your hand away. You used it to tuck a hair behind your ear before turning to Lafayette. “So, I guess we have to go to a party?” you laughed. “Come on Y/N. It’ll be fun! Maybe you’ll meet somebody special there…” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “I already have somebody in mind.” You said raising your eyebrow hoping that he would catch on. “It’ll still be fun.” it flew right over his head. You sighed in defeat turning to walk away. “I’ll see you there!” Lafayette said, giving you a half smile. You turned around and felt your heart melt. You gave him a slight wave and walked away with your heart pumping.

You arrived at your apartment to see your roommate sitting at the table. “Hey Y/N” she chirped. You had no idea how she was so happy all the time. “Hey Eliza.” you said heading for the couch for a nap. You face planted into the soft cushion and relaxed against the plush furniture. “You’re going to the party right?” Eliza asked stirring her tea. “Mmhhmm” you muffled, your head still in the cushion. She laughed slightly before walking over to you. “Laf is still not picking up?” She questioned rubbing your back. You moved your head so you weren’t suffocated. Your pout answered her question. “Well, I guess we’ve just gotta show him what he’s missing.” she said. Eliza was the first person to know about your feelings for Laf. She accidentally told Alex, and Alex told everyone, and everybody knew within a few weeks. Everybody but Lafayette. It was frustrating to see him flirt with other girls, other girls flirt with him, and him giving attention to girls. Girls that weren’t you. Your usually flirty nature did not break you out of the friendzone and you had virtually tried everything. Physical contact? Nope. Pickup lines? Nope. Flirty conversation? Nope. Suggestive comments? Nope. Eliza pulled you off the couch and into her room. You groaned, being dragged across the apartment. “Please Eliza. I’ve tried everything. There’s no reason for me to look nice. I just wanna sleep.” you rolled your eyes, before trying to rub the exhaustion out of them. “Nope.” she smiled, popping the P. She dug in her closet before pulling out a black silky fabric. Your eyes widened and she just smirked at you, handing you the dress. Both of you knew what that dress was. It was your “desperate dress”. You guys had bought it as a joke after seeing it on a mannequin but it had come in handy. It brought boys over at the bar like nobody’s business. You and Eliza had promised to use it only in emergency situations. She had worn it once at a party after Alex had cheated on Maria. He came crawling back like a lost puppy after seeing her. You held the dress in your hands, your mouth open. “I don’t know if I wanna go anymore.” you began. “No. no backing out now. We got the dress out.” Eliza replied sharply. “Well… go put it on!” she clapped, pushing you into the bathroom. You resisted slightly before finally being shoved in the bathroom. You slipped out of your sweats and t shirt, leaving you in your underwear. You pulled the dress over your head and it hit mid thigh. It was essentially a lingerie slip, but it was marketed as a dress making it “socially appropriate” to wear out. You looked in the mirror and let out a frustrated groan when your bra straps were clearly visible against the thin string straps of the dress. You shrugged before you unclasped the bra and tore it off. It wasn’t like Laf was even going to notice. You walked out of the bathroom to see Eliza there, eagerly holding a pair of mary jane pumps in one hand and a deep red lipstick in the other. You laughed at her efforts and took the heels and sat on the edge of the bed to strap your feet into them. “There’s no way he’s not going to want you now.” she cheered. You giggled with her. “I hope so.” you said crossing your fingers. She sat you on the floor and pulled out her curling iron. You two sat there while she curled your hair, you didn’t know what you would do without her. “So if he wants to tap that, would you let him?” she asked wiggling her eyebrows. She was so crazy when she was inside. “I dunno…” you mumbled, a blush rising to your cheeks. Eliza looked at you through the mirror before her eyes widened. “You totally would!” laughed. Your face turned red and you slapped her arm. “Shut uppppp” you said hiding your face in your hands. “Don’t worry girl… Just use protection.” she just couldn’t help herself. You groaned into your hands and just shook your head. After sitting on the floor for 30 minutes she helped you up, and before you could adjust, she dragged you into the bathroom once more. She spent a good chunk of time trying to teach you about makeup while you just stood there clueless. In the end she handed you the tube of deep red lipstick and nodded for you to apply it. You pulled the tube and leaned in to the mirror to apply a precise, bold lip. You leaned out again to be surprised at what you saw. “I…” Eliza looked at you with unsure eyes. “I… I look so hot.” you finished. A look of relief flooded over her face and she nodded in agreement. “Get ready for him to be begging for you.” She smirked and you smirked back in response feeling confident.

You two arrived at the party, and the minute you stepped into Alex’s apartment all the eyes followed you to the dining room where Alex was talking to John, Herc, and Lafayette. “Hey babe.” Alex said, snaking an arm around Eliza’s waist. John and Herc were looking at Eliza and Alex, but Lafayette’s eyes were roaming all over your body the minute you walked over to him. You looked over at Lafayette, feeling his eyes, but when you looked he was looking into his drink. You frowned and moved closer to Eliza. You slowly integrated yourself within the conversation and John and Herc finally looked over at you, only for them to drop like flies. “Holy shit Y/N.” John said, practically drooling. You giggled flirtatiously, slapping his chest. “Oh shut up John. It’s not like you notice me anywhere else.” you said rolling your eyes. “I didn’t know you were so hot.” Herc blurted. You laughed and just shook your head. You looked to where Lafayette was standing, but he was off with a leggy blonde flirting with her. You frowned and turned back to the group slightly disappointed. Alex and Eliza both followed your eyes to Lafayette and were also frowning when you turned your back to him. You slightly sighed before leaning against Eliza, completely hopeless. “Go talk to him” She whispered. You looked at her. “Do I have to?” you questioned like a little kid. She pushed you in his direction and you cursed under your breath before walking over to him, fixing your dress.

“Hey Laf.” you interrupted his conversation with the blonde. She looked at you, unamused but Lafayette turned his attention to you. “Oh hey Y/N. I’ll talk to you later Kelly.” he said to the blonde who walked away giving you the stink eye. “You look hot.” you said adjusting his collar for him. He didn’t even flinch. He just took it like every other girl did this for him. “Thanks Y/N.” he said casually. You let your hand linger on his built chest for a little while longer while looking at him, batting your eyelashes. “I’m hungry. Wanna go see what they have in the kitchen?” He asked killing your vibe. You dropped your hand and followed him into the kitchen utterly defeated. He began to dig in the fridge and you leaned against the counters frustrated. “Laf..” you began. “Hmm?” he questioned, head still in the fridge. “I need to ask you a question.” you said. You were stumped beyond belief and you just needed answers from him. He turned around so he was facing you, his eyes searching your for some kind of sign as to what you were going to say. “do I literally need to be on your dick for you to get that I like you?!” you blurted before you could stop yourself. You shot a hand to your mouth and he looked at you wide eyed before a dark look fell over him. “I dunno mon ami, that would be nice.” he smirked. Your hand fell to your side and you looked at him, shock all over your face. You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. “Why so quiet Y/N?” he taunted moving closer to you. “Cat’s got your tongue?” he backed you up so your hip was pressed against the counter. “I- “ you tried again but nothing else came out. His mouth was so close to yours and his hands were on both sides of you on the counter. He was the one to initiate as he fiercely pushed his lips onto yours. You immediately kissed back, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. Your bliss was cut short when Alex walked into the kitchen. “Hey guy-” he stopped mid sentence when he realized what he had just walked in on. “Oh um sorry. Continue” he said before dashing out. Laf pulled away and looked at you, and you just looked at the floor blushing. “I- I gotta go.” you said before ducking out of Lafayette’s arms and out into the busy crowd that was in the living room. You left Lafayette in the kitchen confused and hurt. You didn’t know why you ran away. Maybe it was because you had only thought of what it would be like to be with him not what the reality would be like. Did you like the thought of him or the real him? You found your way to the small bathroom and locked the door behind you. Your head was spinning and you looked in the mirror. You ran a hand through your hair and counted to 10 breathing in and out to get your heart rate somewhat normal. An abrupt knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. “Sorry! I’m coming out.” you said pulling the door open and walking out only for you to run straight into a body. You stumbled before a pair of strong arms helped you steady. “Are you alright Y/N.” It was Lafayette. You looked up at him and nodded slightly. “Listen, I’m sorry I was so aggressive. I just. That dress just. I-” he tried, you had never seen him at a loss of words. You smirked before you pulled him into an empty bedroom. It was in that moment you knew. You wanted Lafayette, whether he was just as good in real life as you had imagined in your day dreams you’d have to find out for yourself. But you were willing to take a chance on him.

“What-? Y/N?” he questioned when you locked the door behind you. “I’m going to take you up on that offer” you said walking over to Lafayette who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He didn’t know what you were talking about until you sat on him, facing him. Your legs straddling him.  You began to slightly grind on him. His hands immediately went to your hips, gripping them tightly helping you move on him. You used your hands to push him back onto the bed so he was lying down. He looked up at you in awe and you began to undo the buttons of his shirt at a rapid pace. You wanted him here, and you wanted him now. “Eager are we.” Lafayette smirked. “Awe babe, you’re gonna regret that.” you shot back now fumbling with his belt. You stripped Lafayette of his pants and underwear leaving him in the nude. You climbed on top of him and began to kiss his neck. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” he moaned out while you sucked on the skin of his collarbone. “Then why’d you never say anything.” you said in between sloppy kisses down his abs. “I never thought I could get you.” he shuddered when you got to the base of his length. “Ahh, so you want me?” you teased, your thumb swiped at the tip of his member before you wrapped your hand around it beginning to pump up and down slowly. Lafayette’s eyes closed and he let out a deep groan from his throat. You stopped moving and he shot his eyes open at the lack of pleasure. “So you want me?” you asked you hand stilled around his length. “Oui, I want you.” He said making eye contact with you. You slowly began to move your hand again. “Who?” you taunted again moving a bit faster. “Y-you.” he moaned out. You gradually picked up speed. “Who?” you asked again. “Y/N. You. Y/N” he breathed out, his eyes shut and his head thrown back onto the mattress. You loved the way he said your name, the way it rolled off of his tongue. “That’s right.” you said before you bent down so that your mouth was around his member. You began to suck at the tip lightly before taking all of his length at once causing his leg to jerk in pleasure. “Ooo-ooh Y/N” he moaned at the new sensation. And there it was again, the way he said your name made you more turned on if it was even possible. You continued to suck on his length, making sure his length grazed the rough top of your mouth just to hear him moan your name. You stopped instantly when you felt him twitch inside of your mouth. You gave him one last suck before moving back up so you were face to face with him. “Y/N…” he whined. You took his hand and put it between your legs at the dripping wet fabric. “That’s what you do to me.” you said and he instantly stopped whining, his eyes wide. His hand tore from your heat to the black slip dress you had work to the party. “This dress…” he began. “As much as I love it, I think it’s best it comes off.” he said lifting it above your head. That left you hovering over Lafayette braless, your boobs inches from his face. You could’ve sworn his eyes popped out of his skull. You left him staring at you as you rolled off of the bed making your way to your purse. You made sure to sway your hips a bit more than usual. You pulled out a condom and made your way back over to him, his eyes never left your body. You slipped out of your thong and crawled back onto the bed. He instantly tried to lay you down onto the mattress but you pushed his chest so he was against the silky bedspread. “Not today.” you rasped, leaving Lafayette to look up at you with nothing but love and lust. You tore the condom out of its wrapper carefully before you used your hands to roll it down onto his hard member. You teased him by moving back and forth so that the tip of his dick moved between your folds. Lafayette let out a frustrated groan, involuntarily bucking his hips up at the contact. You lifted your heat from his length. “Y/N Please.” Lafayette moaned. You slightly lowered yourself so that his dick was making contact with your entrance. “What was that?” you were going to drag this out as much as you could. “Y/N. Please. I want you.” He was begging at this point. “Huh?” you questioned before you eased down so that just his tip was inside of you and you pulsed around him. “I want you. I need you. Y/N please.” he practically shouting, the frustration evident in his voice. You slid down his length fully, throwing your head back in pleasure. You stayed for a second getting used to his size before moving. Your knees were pressed to his sides and you began to bounce up and down. You started by moving up just half of his length before going back down, but eventually you pulled away fully before slamming back onto him. “Ohh my god Lafayette.” you moaned, your hands pressed against his chest. His hands made their way to your hips and helped you set a steady fast rhythm. “Ah-haa. Y/N” Lafayette shuddered as you slammed back onto him. “Lafayette. I’m- m so so close.” managed to moan out, your legs beginning to shake. At that Lafayette began to thrust upward to meet you. His hands gripped tightly at your hips as he slammed up into you. “I’m gonna… oh my god… please.” now it was your turn to beg to him. “Come on baby. You’re doing so well.” he purred, still slamming into you at a fast speed. He felt you tighten around him and he slammed into you harder, “OH My-” pleasure washed all over you as you began to see white. Lafayette continued to fuck you through your orgasm following not long after. “Y/N, Ahh-hhahhh” he took a shuddering breath before he released into the condom.

You got off of Lafayette allowing him to dispose of the condom before making his way back to the bed only to see that you weren’t there. You stood in the corner getting dressed unsure if you had messed up a perfectly fine friendship because you were sexually frustrated. You stood staring at the corner as you pulled the dress over your shoulders when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You turned around to see Lafayette with a sheepish grin on his face. “Listen I get if you don’t want to be friends anymore. I pushed you into this because I couldn’t contain my sexual desires, and I’m sorry.” you said trying to hide your embarrassment. “Well of course I don’t want to be friends after this.” he said. Your heart fell to the floor and you looked at your bare feet. He used his hands to cup your face so that you would look at him. “I want to be more than friends. And not that friends with benefits bullshit. I want more. I want you Y/N. I wasn’t lying when I told you that.” he said, you blushed remembering what you had made him do and say just minutes ago. “Really? I don’t want you to be with be just because we had sex…” you began. “Non. Never. I want to be with you because you’re a beautiful person Y/N, inside and out.” he said with a crooked smile. “Okay.” you said returning his smile. You both got fixed up and left the party hand in hand. Eliza raised an eyebrow at you when you were leaning into Lafayette’s chest when he was explaining to Alex that he and you had to leave. You just blushed and shook your head. “Ok, you guys can leave. I’m only letting you leave because you guys are together though. This has been months in the making.” Alex sighed patting Lafayette on the back a smirk plastered on his face. He was clearly satisfied to see you two together.

You sat before class leaning into Lafayette’s shoulder. “So what’s our next date going to be?” Lafayette asked. “Hmmm… What about-” you were cut off when a fuming Alex ran into the classroom making a beeline to you and Lafayette. “Hey Alex-” you said worried about his behavior. “Don’t hey Alex me. You two had sex on my bed at the party didn’t you.” He spat, his face red. You turned to Lafayette with wide eyes who looked at you with the same expression before bursting out laughing. “Oh my god that is disgusting.” He said. “On my bed?” “Hey it’s your fault.” Lafayette said wrapping an arm around you. “WHAT? How is this MY fault?” Alex asked. “You’re the one who’s been trying to set us up for months. And like in true Alexander Hamilton fashion you got what you wanted.” he said pressing a kiss on your forehead.

Reprogramming 2 (Remedy side story)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, angst, fluff, mentions of smut, submissive behaviour, cute-ass Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

(I did some research after subspace and all that, but please don’t take my word for ANY of it!)

This takes place after chapter two of Remedy. (sorta)

Remedy (1) Remedy (2)

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“Let’s go home.”

Mary, Sam, Dean, and Cas walk out of the barn slowly.

Mary takes a deep breath and, with her head down, heads straight for her car.

Sam looks to Dean, who stares at Cas, nods, then follows Mary.

Cas looks at Dean, and for a moment they just stare at each other in silence.

Sam and Mary whisper quietly in the distance.

Cas opens his mouth to say something, but before he can Dean has his arms around Castiel’s waist and his head in Castiel’s neck.

Cas wraps his arms around Dean as well, seeming to say that he meant what he said, that the Winchesters are family.

Dean takes a deep breath and sighs into Cas. He strengthens his hold around his waist.

And in his relief, Dean decides to say what he should have said long ago, and now only with the courage that comes from hearing it said to him first.

“I love you too.”

MysMe Round Robin Sign up and FAQ

Alright, so, here’s how this is going to work! 

  • A Round Robin is a fic where each chapter is written by a different writer. There is NO DEADLINE for this fic to be finished. It is a bit of fun and there’s no pressure on anyone taking part.
  • Chapters can be varying lengths, so long as they are longer than 500 words.
  • As this will have multiple contributors, it is pg 13 rated.
  • Once you get the chapter, you take full control, so long as it is pg 13
  • And I mean FULL CONTROL (aliens, alternate dimensions, fake marriages are all fair game)
  • Whatever you want, just make it pg13
  • In a week’s time, I’m going to post up the first chapter and the chapter list (the chapter list will note everyone taking part and the order etc. If you are the person designated for chapter 2, you’ll write the chapter after mine, while the person writing chapter 3 will take up the pen after you).
  • In the meantime, if you’d like to take part, flick me an ask and let me know if you’d rather write at the beginning or the end of the fic and also if you’d like to be a beta. I’m going to be a beta throughout and will be available for questions at any point.
  • If you aren’t a writer and you’d like to take part, beta’ing is a great way to be involved.
  • Also, take this chance to talk to other writers! If you want opinions or just to chat. Get to know all of your lovely content creators :). 
  • And the last point:
  • Anyone who says their writing sucks or they aren’t that good or they aren’t good enough to take part
  • will get a boop to the snoot
  • there is no skill level on fun
  • psychic: okay we're going to read your mind
  • me: *heather mcnamara is beautiful cinnamon roll that did not deserve anything that happened to her in heathers and i will be bitter abotut his until it becomes canon that her and veronica got married and adopted thousands of babies bc this sweet sweet ray of sunshine deserves whatever happiness she can get and on that note*
  • psychic: what the fuck

I’ve never been able to get behind the ‘Keith is super attached to emo bands’ thing, mostly because I feel like Keith isn’t the sort of person to keep up with bands at all.  He’s perpetually that guy who’s like ‘I like that one song.  With the lyrics.  It goes like…” and he hums like five notes and expects everyone to know what he means.  And he always forgets the lyrics.

This is tied in with ‘Keith likes whatever is on the radio because it’s whatever is in the background’.

Also, Keith doesn’t care about reputations of bands because it’s not like he ever talks about it or looks it up.

What I’m getting at is that Keith likes Nickelback and you can’t stop me from thinking that.

Have You Ever Been in Love?

Request: hiii, I love your blog so much it’s amazing ahh! could you please write a one shot about peter being a hopeless romantic and liking you (you’re best friends) and you’re skeptical of whether love even exists and you hate clichés. he tries to flirt sometimes but he’s awkward and gets flustered easily so he slowly stops trying and you just go waiT bc day by day he’s become intertwined into your life and you need him by your side and you admit to yourself and him that you like him? angst and fluff?

Pairing: Peter Parker + Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Angst and fluff I guess!!

Notes: thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my blog :) I’m so sorry this took so long!! I’ve been crashing over finals and late Christmas shopping/decorating :(

“Another daisy from your neighbor’s garden? Whatever do I do to deserve such a romantic gesture from the one and only Peter Parker, anyway?”

This had been a weekly occurrence for the past four months. Peter would bring you a daisy, your favorite flower, from his neighbor’s backyard garden. The neighbor willingly cut Peter a flower for his best friend ever since the first time he saw Peter trying to steal one instead of just asking. Peter had confided in his neighbor, Mr. Calhoun, that he had embarrassingly (and unsuccessfully) tried to confess his feelings for you. Peter had eventually discovered that his nerves would never side with him on this – there was no way he’d ever be able to verbally communicate his new-found feelings for you without passing out.

“Peter?” He shook his head, clearing his mind before looking at you. You raised your eyebrows at him, shooting him a questioning look. “Are you okay?” He simply smiled at you, nodding his head. “Okay,” you said, not entirely believing him. “Are we still on for movies at mine tonight?”

“Yes! Of course, it’s a date!” As soon as the word left his mouth he inwardly cringed, him already feeling the faint tint on his cheeks as they burned under her gaze. “I mean – I uh, I just meant,” he shook his head and avoided your gaze as he searched for any other wording. He looked up when he heard your light laugh.

“It’s a date, Parker.” And with that you walked toward your last class of the day, not noticing the lingering gaze Peter casted your way, only diverting his attention when he heard the final bell ring.

Okay, so in Peter’s defense, falling in love with you was completely inevitable. You knew everything about him, and you knew it without him even needing to tell you. His biggest secret, the secret he kept from everyone to protect them, came out of you so casually one day when you were eating lunch at your guys’ favorite pizza parlor.

“So, how often do you go out as Spider-Man? Is it a nightly thing?” He remembers how much water he needed to drink in order to calm his choking.

You were just always there for him – his hand to hold, his date to the dance (even thought he knew you could go with anyone, you always settled for him) (“Peter, I’m not settling! I wanted to come with you!” “(Y/N), stop trying to make me feel better and come dance with me.”) You were his favorite good morning and his most beautiful goodnight.

“Peter? What is up with you today?”

He found himself shaking his head again, clearing his thoughts of you like he had been trying to do all day. “What?” You frowned at him slightly. “I’m sorry – no, really, that was the last time. What were you saying?”

You sighed before shaking your head, “never mind. It’s your turn to ask me a truth or dare.”

“Oh, okay. Truth or dare?” You pretended to think before nodding your head.


“Have you ever been in love?” He tried to ignore the painful beating in his chest and how clammy his hands had gotten as he waited for you to answer.

“Hm, I don’t think so. What is love anyway?”

“Whatever you want it to be, I guess.” He tried to hide his disappointment, his heartrate slowing as his heard the girl he was in love with didn’t love him back – and never had.

“No, yeah I get that. But, what does that mean? I don’t know, love has always just been some so – what’s the word? Manufactured?”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know, it seems materialistic – like it was created to sell what you’re supposed to feel. Love feels marketed to me.” You shrugged and looked at him.

“Have you ever been in love?”

“No!” He answered too quickly. Your eyebrows raised as your eyes widened a bit at his loud answer. “I mean – no, I don’t think I have either. I should get home, it’s getting late.”

“But… you live right next door. and it’s only eight fifteen.” You looked at him as he hurriedly collected his things.

“I have a lot of homework to catch up on, then I’m going to go patrol for an hour or so. I’ll see you tomorrow. Night!” Before you could even finish your ‘goodnight’, he was already out the door and shutting it behind him.

Weird, that was the only word that came to your mind.

“So, want to hang out today after school?” You and Peter were standing in front of his locker the next day, you had sensed a bit of tension when you walked to school today and couldn’t help but feel it was your fault – having totally dismantled the idea of love for him.

He smiled brightly before a quick look of sadness flashed his features. “I can’t,” he looked down, kicking his feet against the dirt. “I’ve got to meet Mr. Stark at the tower. He wanted to look at my suit.”

“Again? Didn’t he just upgrade it three days ago?”

“Um – yeah, but the upgrade has some defaults. Just a few touch ups, and he doesn’t want me to get hurt. So…”

“Right, I got it. Safety first.” You smiled as he returned it. “How about tomorrow? Pizza and studying?”

“I promised Bruce I’d help him with some lab work.” He still failed to look up at you, causing you to frown – not that he’d see it.

“Oh, okay… well, you just let me know when you’re free.” The bell rang, causing him to finally look up at you. He nodded before darting his way through the halls to his first class.

This happened the following week, Peter blowing you off and you accepting it, trying not to overthink it and you were doing well at it – until the day where Peter usually gave you your flower came and he walked into school empty handed.

You couldn’t put your finger on it, but this week sucked for some reason. You didn’t realize how much you relied on Peter’s company. You missed him. Everything about him. You just really fucking missed him – his laugh after you’d tell a joke only he’d like, his smile whenever he attentively listened to you talk about your favorite book, the way his hand was always warm when you’d walk home together after school, the way his hair looked after waking up from a nap at either of your houses – you really fucking missed him.

“Peter?” You hadn’t realized you walked to his locker until you saw him standing in front of it and gathering his books to take home with him. He turned to look at you, a little surprised considering he’d been avoiding you for a good week.

“(Y/N)! Hey, what’s up?” His hands began to feel sweaty already, his heart beating faster than it’s been this week – just you standing there did things to him. This was the hardest week of his life. If you didn’t believe in love, how were you ever going to love him? He distanced himself from you in a pathetic attempt in trying to get over you. But, you know what they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder. I mean, that’s a thing, right? Like, that’s a saying? His thoughts were cut off when he felt his body being slammed against the lockers next to him. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you threw yourself at him – literally. His arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you up a little, missing the warmth you gave him in every hug. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Peter,” you could hear your voice wavering slightly, not caring that you might cry in front of him, “I miss you, so much. I’m sorry – for whatever I did. Please forgive me.”

His grip on you tightened as he mentally scolded himself for making you feel like you both not talking was your fault. “You didn’t do anything. I was just – I was feeling,” his throat closed up as he squeezed his eyes shut, already the feeling of passing out overwhelming him as the thought of telling you he loved you crossed his mind.

“Peter, please tell me, you could tell me anything.”

“I don’t think I could tell you this.” He pulled away from you, drying your tears as your hands played with the ends of his hair, his cheeks flaring as you tugged at the ends a little bit.

But, it was weird. As Peter looked at you he saw you looking so vulnerable. Your eyes were wide and glassy, your lips were in a pout and he could have sworn that your eyes were drifting to every feature on his face and, god, he loved you – I mean, he really fucking loved you – and he couldn’t help but think I love her I love her I love her I love her until he wasn’t thinking it anymore and he just –

“I love you,” he felt you tense a little bit under his touch, “I love you and I have for the past two and a half years. I’m so sorry that this is how I’m telling you but holy shit I love you and I-.”

The next thing he felt was the rush of wind across his face as he was being pulled flush against you – your lips meeting and spreading a warmth through you that was warmer than his hands and his eyes and everything else about him, it felt safe and your mind went back to the week before when you and Peter were in your house playing truth or dare and you realized that if Peter were to ask you if you’d ever been in love, you would have honestly answered that you had been in love every moment you’d ever spent with your best friend – and, evidently, the love of your life.

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Tumblr, you’re killing art.

This is a horrible website for art. This is a horrible website for artists.

The only art that ever gets attention here is fanart, or artists who already have thousands of followers. 

Nothing new is ever added to the mix, nothing else ever gets out there, because you guys see art, and while you might think it’s cool, you keep on scrolling because it isn’t Undertale or Homestuck or whatever sports anime is popular right now. You only give attention to fanart, and even that is an elitist club where attention is only given to the chosen few fandoms.

Artists who create original work are getting less and less support all the time. I’m feeling it, and I’m seeing my friends get less support too. We’re losing followers. Our note count is going down.

“Do art for yourself!” People say. But that only goes so far. No matter how you slice it, getting ignored and snubbed constantly on pieces you spent precious hours on while you watch the notes on a quick fanart doodle soar into the thousands hurts. We don’t create art to place it in a dark room and never be looked at. No artist ever posts art here thinking “I hope no one looks at this and it gets no notes.”

Encouragement and praise go a long way to help artists with original ideas, but you guys don’t care about original ideas. They’re falling by the wayside. Soon there won’t be any new things to make fanart of. How many movies that have come out in recent years have been sequels or remakes? A lot more than new, original concepts, that’s for sure. When you look around in a few years and find that everything is stale, boring, and overdone, know that you have no one to blame for that but yourself.

Ideas need support. Ideas need to be shared and fostered and encouraged. Otherwise, they die off into nothing. 

Reblog more than just fanart, please.

Happy fanfiction writers appreciation day!

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

To any new writers: Be brave! Take the plunge and post your fics - the world can’t wait to read them, and I’m sure they’re wonderful! And if you’ve already done so, then congratulations, and welcome to the world of writing!

To any old writers: Thank you, and keep going! Your fics are appreciated and enjoyed, and hopefully whatever comes next is as loved as it deserves to be!

To the popular writers: Well done on getting your work out there! It’s wonderful to see fics with so many notes, and I hope your next fic is just as appreciated!

To the writers who get 3 notes: Your work is no less amazing than those who get thousands of notes. Keep going, because there are people who adore what you write. You are fantastic and loved.

To the writers who post fics regularly: You are incredible, and should be both admired and feared. Well done for your wonderful work ethic, and for bringing quality writing to your fandoms!

To the writers who update irregularly: You are brilliant. Writing is hard, and just because you don’t update frequently doesn’t detract from the fact that you’re incredible people who are writing for nothing but pleasure. I hope your writing is going well, and that you know that your fics (and you!) are loved.

To the writers who have lost their inspiration: Don’t worry! Inspiration comes and goes, and hopefully your enthusiasm for your fics will come back. Until then, know that the writing you’ve already done is wonderful, and if you decide to continue, it’ll be fantastic.

To every writer: Thank you ❤️

16.11.2016|| What to do when you have a test tomorrow about a class that you hate? (And skipped that class because of that)…Simple my friend :) go to the closest stationery store, buy new pens, pencils and highlighters…go back home (college, library, whatever) and get the crap done 💩 why? Again…simple…when you have a terrible grade on your test you can cry with your pretty notes as evidence that you “studied” 😬 And if your teacher doesn’t even care a little bit about your effort…well al least you have new pens 👍

Poeticstories' Secret Valentine

The Secret Valentine! 

Oh yeah, we are doing a wonderful Valentine`s Day gift-exchange, the exchange of poetry, and we want you to participate! We also want to thank @strikezilla01 for the inspiration behind this wonderful idea!

For our Secret Valentine, we will randomly assign you a person that you will have to write a poem, a story, a note, anything you want, for them to receive on Tumblr on Valentine’s Day. And don’t worry, you will be assigned to someone as well. 

Here are the rules::

1) Enter by sending a message to @denmysterywoman and you will get paired up with a person.
This person will not be the same person who are going to give you your gift,
so please keep it a secret that you`re participating, and do not tell anyone.
2) You may write poetry, creative writing, art, whatever you want to make your Secret Valentine oh so happy.
3) When it is time to share your gift, you will have to post your gift and to tag the person who is your Secret Valentine in the post… the secret will then be revealed, not before!

*Note: If you would like to remain anonymous when giving your gift to your Secret Valentine, you may submit to us your piece by logging out of your account and submitting it that way. Tumblr does not allow anonymous submissions another way* 

You may reblog this blog post so that as many as possible will be doing this Secret Valentine with us! 

*Note: Do not reblog this post asking to be entered, we want to keep the participants private until they are revealed.*

Here are the dates and deadlines:

1) You will have to enter Poeticstories`Secret Valentine from 1/17-1/29
please enter by messaging one of us - and keep it a secret!
2) You will be given a person who is your Secret Valentine from 1/30-1/31
3) You will have to make the Secret Valentines Gift from February 1st until February 19th and you may post it at any time between these dates. Don’t forget to tag your Secret Valentine! 

@poeticstories will reblog your post(some will be added to the queue, so please be patient) If you feel like your piece is being overlooked, please message @denmysterywoman with a link. 
Please also tag your post with #pssecretvalentine.

This will be fun! And we think it will be quite beautiful as well.

Of course, ask us questions if you have any, never be afraid to ask!

And the most important thing: We love you all!!


New Job Spell Jar

Spell jar for helping the job search, getting a new job, or going into a new job.


  • Salt - for protection
  • Shells - for wealth
  • Moss - for prosperity and luck
  • Oats - for wealth
  • Hyacinth - for protection and happiness
  • Sugar - extra boost!
  • Black pepper - for courage 

Stick a small note in with a sigil of your choice, I used my ‘I will get a job with good hours, a good pay, and that I enjoy’ sigil and chanted as such while preparing the jar)

I added a spread of cards I had a personal connection to regarding wealth, working and new ventures. Left it to charge on the windowsill overnight by the full moon.

I don’t have many crystals so I’m not about to sacrifice them to a spell jar any time soon, but if you have enough, consider adding citrine, jade or tigers eye (or whatever has a strong prosperity/good fortune connection in your opinion, or just quartz)

Replace/add/take away ingredients where appropriate.

Not Dreaming

Title: Not Dreaming

Request: Where the reader is jealous of Peter’s crush on Liz and Peter later realizes that the reader likes him and boom! cute fluff?

Shipping: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Cussing 

Originally posted by qothams

“Did Liz get a new top?” “No. you’ve seen that before, but it’s with a new skirt.” You rolled your eyes at the boy’s comments on Liz. “It’s just an outfit who cares? She probably just picked whatever out of her closet this morning.” Peter and Ned looked at you like you had murdered a puppy. “Who cares?!” Ned gasps. “Liz Allen is flawless!” “She’s not that good-looking.” You mumble. “Did you say something?” Peter asks. “Huh? Oh… N-no. I think I’m gonna go review my notes or whatever. We still have like 10 minutes left of lunch.” You pick up your tray and leave the table. 

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