this kid that sits next to me

  • Qrow: So you must be my nieces emo friend Blake, am I right? *Qrow after as he stepped out of the Inn He and the reunited team RWBY were staying in, watching the cat faunus jump up slightly as she quickly turns to face he.* Jumpy much.
  • Blake: Huh? Oh yeah... *Blake spoke relaxing after seeing the older hunter.* Yes, I'm Blake. You're Qrow Branwen. Yang... Yang told me about you.
  • Qrow: All good things I'm sure. *Qrow smirked, making his way next to Blake, sitting against the railing as his took a sip from him flask.*
  • Blake: She said you saved her and Ruby when they were little.
  • Qrow: Part of being an Uncle. Let them do crazy stupid stuff and step in when they need saving. *He watched from the corner of his eye Blake flinch at his words and turned her gaze down towards the railing.* Something on your mind kid?
  • Blake: ...It's... It's nothing. Just lost in thought.
  • Qrow: And I'm guessing those "thoughts" are blonde, lilac eyed and red when pissed, Not to mention packs one hell of a punch, huh? *Qrow replied as he took a sip of his flask while Blake Whipped her head towards him.*
  • Blake: ... Sigh, Yeah. *Blake admitted as she looks back out to the street, leaning against the railing.* I'm just... I'm just scared. Yang hasn't said a word to me this entire time unless we are with the us. I'm afraid she wants nothing to do with me... That she hates me now. *Blake gripped her coat sleeve to stop her hands from shaking* I haven't seen her in almost a year and yet not a day has gone by that I haven't thought of her. Not one day were I wanted nothing more then to go to her and apologize to her. For running, for leaving her... For causing her so much pain...
  • Qrow: *Qrow looked at the sorrow filled girl before placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.* Well I can tell you from personally experience she doesn't hate you, kid. Maybe mad as all hell at you and rightly so, with the whole leaving without a word since that reopens some old wounds as you probably already know. *Qrow told her, Making Blake cringe as she remembers the story Yang told her about her mother.* But she doesn't hate you.
  • Blake: How can you be so sure? How can you know that after I caused her to lose so much and just left her? *Blake asked with watery eyes.* Adam only attacked her because of me. Because I l- *Blake stopped herself not wanting to confuse her love for Yang to her uncle.* ... Sigh, I'm like a black cat... All I do is bring misfortune to everyone I cross paths.
  • Qrow: ... Did you know I'm the reason why Summer Rose, Ruby and Yang's mom, is dead? *At this Blake stared at Qrow in shock and surprise* My Semblance is to bring misfortune. Unfortunately, I don't get a say one who it effect and one day as me and Summer were out on a mission, my misfortune fell upon her. Ruby don't know this, She was to young when it happened but Tai, their father, and Yang do. Yang was sad and Tai was furious but neither one blamed or hated me because of it. Hell, the night I had to tell them I was debating where to put the bullet in my brain until Yang and Ruby, a 6 and 4 year old little girls, told me it wasn't my fault and that everything was going to be okay and that they still loved me all the same.
  • Blake: *At first Blake found herself speechless before quietly muttering* I... I'm sorry. I had no idea...
  • Qrow: Meh, Don't sweat it. Just don't give up on Yang. Give her time to cool off. *Qrow said to her offering Blake his flask, only to pull it away slight as she hesitantly reaches for it.* Just promise you won't do something stupid and breaking my niece's heart again will ya? I hate to have to help Tai bury ya even before she gets to use her "Xiao-Long" charms on ya.
  • Blake: *At this Blake both gulped in fear and blushed at the realization that Qrow basically told her Yang felt the same way.* I-I will... Thank you.
  • Qrow: Don't mention it. Us Bad luck charms have to stick together. Now drink up. *With this Qrow handed Blake his flask as he pushed off the railing and headed inside.* You're going to need to liquid courage for you two's "Talk"... And to numb the pain from her left hook.
  • Blake: What ar-!?! *Blake started to question, turning to the old hunter only to find Yang standing at the doorway of the inn. It was also only 4 seconds before quickly downed the rest flask and unfortunately finding it empty as she whsisper.* Just my luck.

I hate it when people say technology is taking away kids’ childhoods
If anything, it’s actually giving kids more of an opportunity to let their imagination out

A lot of times when I let kids play on my phone, they go for the drawing app.
I watched a girl on the bus write a silly poem about her friends and then laugh as she made Siri read it
I hear children say to their friends “hey, FaceTime me later” because they still want to talk face to face even when they’re far away.
I see kids sitting, who would feel lonely and ignored if it weren’t for the fact that they’re texting their friends who are far away.
Children still climb trees. They might just take a selfie from the top to show off how high they’ve gotten.
They can immediately read the next book of their favorite series on their Kindles.
Most kids would still be up for a game of cops and robbers. Or maybe they’d google rules to another game they haven’t played yet.
When children wonder why the sky is blue, they don’t get an exasperated “I don’t know” from tired adults. They can go on Wikipedia and read about light waves and our atmosphere.
They show off the elaborate buildings they created on Minecraft.

Technology isn’t ruining childhoods, it’s enhancing them.

My God, I can’t wait to be sitting next to my wife and see my children stumbling down the stairs, half asleep in their Christmas pajamas. Watching their eyes light up when they see what Santa brought them and experiencing the magic of Christmas through their eyes. The hushed laughs of wrapping gifts, so the kids don’t hear. The wine drunk tip toeing while putting the presents out. The jumping on the bed, telling us that Santa came. I want it all.

Please never f*cking do this

So, this happened to me recently, and I wanted to share this with everyone.

I was sitting outside a laundromat, waiting for my clothes to finish drying. My dog, Willow, was sitting next to me at a bench. I was kind of looking off into the distance, minding my own business, and was snapped out of it by a man saying “Hello!” very close to my ear.

I turn my head around, and there he is, sticking his NEWBORN CHILD DIRECTLY IN MY DOG’S F*CKING FACE.

Now, nothing bad happened. Willow is a good dog. She loves kids. She sniffed the baby, and the man happily told me how much she loves the dog they have at home.

But, here’s the thing:

Not all dogs like infants. Some dogs like older kids, but not babies. Some dogs are scared of children of all ages, and do not like being pet by them. Some dogs are ok with children being nearby, but don’t like being touched by them. Some dogs, when scared, react with aggression.

I feel like I shouldn’t need to say this, but when you’re meeting an animal for the first time, do not stick your baby 2 inches away from it’s f*cking face. ASK THE OWNER IF IT’S OK TO PET THEIR DOG, ALWAYS.

This has been a PSA. Thank you!

You asked me who I
am in my ideal world,
where I can create and
be whoever I want to be.

And I tell you, in another
life I’m bold, I tell the kid
in class to quit interrupting 
the lecture because we are so 
goddamn tired of him acting
like he knows everything.

I don’t text my mother telling
her that I am crying, I don’t sit
on the corner of her bed sobbing
at 3 am about someone that doesn’t
like me back or how much I wish
I could sleep,

I dye my hair pink and blue and
purple and I get a fringe and wear
dark lipstick and remember to file
my nails rather than let them break
and I dress in all black one day and
the next day in colors as vivid as my
dreams of you.

I travel wherever I want without a
worry in the world and I don’t think
twice about moving constantly and
I pack only a suitcase and I go to coffee
shops early in the morning and sit next
to someone in the sunlight and we talk
about politics or just good stories we
have heard.

I take some time off from school and
I work and I live in a small apartment
with a faucet that drips but I keep the
windows open constantly and my neighbors
are so unconventional but they are still so
beautiful and they have the greatest stories
and they drink during the weekends and
during my free time I fill my walls with
pictures and poems and posters and I am
so bloody passionate that it drips through
the windows,

I have many friends or I have absolutely
no one and I am content either way and
I go to parties and get to know everyone
but no one exactly knows me and they
try to describe me to others asking if
they’ve seen me too but they cannot
find any words that can describe the
way I held their hands.

And I tell you, in another life I’m crazy
and happy and weird and I talk a lot or
sometimes not at all and none of their
words ever hurt me because I am too
caught up in my own love, I am too 
busy creating myself. 

And I ask what would you be if you
could be anything?

And you tell me of all these divine things,
you’d ride the train and never get off and
see where it takes you, you would drive until
you ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere,
you would swim until your skin looks like
apple peels, and as you tell me of all these
wondrous adventures, where you are always
going somewhere, I realize you are just running

You have always just been running away
from me.

—  In another life I’m bold and you’re cold.
college/garrison au

keith always doodles in lectures or classes or whatever and he tends to just draw whoever he sees in the room like other students or the professor

and lance sits behind keith and starts to notice that keith likes to draw people and he’s like !!! wth i want this cute guy to draw me !!!!

so then the next day lance starts to sit adjacent to him like pls notice me

and keiths like wtf is there a new kid in this class and he finds himself drawing lance bc the lecture is just super boring and keith realizes that lance is ??? so pretty ??? so now keith has like 2938484 pages where there’s doodles and drawings of lance in the corner of his notes

izuqu  asked:

Bakugou makes spicy ramen noodles as a midnight snack. He sits next to Kaminari who's watching a cartoon they both used to watch when they were younger. They both comment on jokes they didn't get when they were kids. Just bros being bros.

Also Kaminari adds pizza rolls to Bakugou’s ramen when he’s not looking lmao

[on twitter]


Bakugou does not appreciate having pizza rolls in his ramen 

Sitting next to a couple of folks studying for their anatomy final on campus today. This is what I overhear:

“if it could be anywhere on your body, where would you want your butthole to be?”

“um… I think I like it where it is”

“are you kidding me??”

“that way it’s nice and hidden”

“why would you want it hidden? Just makes things more difficult. The correct answer is for your butthole to be on the bottom of your foot. Easy in, easy out, easy clean up”

“hmm… Okay, but which foot?”

I’m sitting in an airplane for a long flight. The kid next to me is playing their Nintendo 3DS. I scoff mercilessly and pull out my Nintendo Switch so I can play Zelda: Breath of the Wild in portable high definition. I make sure to say “oh wow this is so cool” every 3 seconds. After a while I indicate to the kid with my thumb and look at the other passengers saying “what is this, amateur hour?”

TianShan Parenting (Scene 7)

He Tian: *eating a candy bar*

Child: Can I have some, Baba?

He Tian: Didn’t you already eat one?

Child: Sharing is caring, Baba. You taught me that.

He Tian: …

He Tian: *hands child the candy bar* Here.

*the next day*

Mo Guan Shan: *opens closet*

Mo Guan Shan: *sees He Tian sitting inside eating candy bars*

Mo Guan Shan: What the chicken balls are you doing in there, He Tian??

He Tian: Shh! If the kids see it, they’ll make me share!

Mo Guan Shan: …

He Tian: *lifts up bag of candy bars* Want one?

Mo Guan Shan: …

Mo Guan Shan: *climbs in and closes the door*

(Baba - Dad/Daddy)

TianShan Parenting: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7


So sometimes when I’m capping Naruto I try to translate some of the Kanji, and at the back of Iruka’s classroom here it’s handwriting samples by the Konoha 11

Sakura’s (the first fully visible one) is lovely and neat…Naruto’s next to her is nearly illegible. Next is Choji’s and last at the very end with just the name visible is Shikamaru.

I dunno why this just makes me really happy, just remembering Iruka sitting down with the kids helping them to learn to read and write because it’s so normal in comparison to everything else those kids went through.

today, i’ve been crying all day. my mother, who is an arab, muslim immigrant and citizen of the united states for 27 years, and one of the strongest women i know, saw me when i was trying to study, but instead of words, there were tear drops on my paper. she sits down next to me and she asks me whats wrong. i tell her that im scared. she takes my hand and she says,
“i know. i know you’re scared. it sucks. it’s going to be hard and it’s up to God now. we’ve done our part. but now, prepare to fight. prepare to fight. your father and i raised three other kids for 12 years during the Bush presidency, okay? trump may be a modern day hitler, but he isn’t the first. it’s happening with the zionists to the palestinians. it’s happening in egypt. in yemen. in syria. but you fight. you know how? you study, you learn, you get good grades, and go to college. that’s how you fight. you beat them with your intelligence. if you die, you die. and it’s because God said it was your time. but you study and you prepare to fight.”

I Bribed a Teacher to Help My Friend The Other Day

(Firstly I don’t go to public school I go to a small private Christian School in the middle of nowhere but anyways moving on to my incredible story:)

I was sitting with my friend at lunch and he was on his phone, but at my school there’s a rule against using the internet from your phone for whatever reason. Anyways, he was on Twitter or something and making fun of people with this other kid who was sitting next to him. The other kid started laughing hysterically so the teacher on lunch duty came over to see what was going on. She asked if he was using his data and was gonna take his phone since he was, so I put a Lindor Truffle down on top of his lunch box, so the teacher picked it up and said, “I suppose I can overlook it this once. Don’t let me catch you on your phone again”. He was really happy and I’m just glad that I helped a good friend out. I am still very proud of myself <3

Joker Imagine - Thunder

Anonymous said:will you write one where reader is deathly afraid of thunderstorms and the joker comforts her? thanks :)

Originally posted by breakthedisttance

Originally posted by hellish-b0y

Your P.O.V.

Ever since I was a kid and our house burnt down during a storm, I had been scared of thunder. Whenever I heard the sky roaring, I felt small and helpless again. We lost everything and I even lost my father. I hated the memory. The horror and shock turned into a trauma and I couldn’t remember details - luckily.

I was sitting in the living room, watching tv as the lights started flashing. It was raining in Gotham and I had a headache. They were all signs of thunder coming. It made me kinda nervous. J was drinking coffee next to me and reading the newspaper casually. It didn’t seem to bother him at all.

Suddenly the power went out and I saw a lighting flash. ‘’Fuck’’ I whimpered and snuggled closer to my boyfriend. He looked at me strangely. ‘’What’s up?’’ He asked me and put the paper down. I held onto his strong arm and tried to relax. I heard the thunder roaring outside and it just got worse. ‘’I’m scared’’ I whispered and shut my eyes. J realized that it was thundering and he remembered what I had told him before. He put the cup away as well and pulled me on his lap. 

‘’It’s okay baby girl, I gotcha’’ He reminded me while hugging me. I leaned against his body and wished that he could keep me safe. His scent made me feel like home and I just trusted him. Whenever I heard a lighting strike, I flinched. J was rubbing my back softly and rocking me on his lap. ‘’Everything’s okay baby..We can go out and shoot stuff when it’s over’’ He promised me. He knew that I liked my gun.

‘’I hope it ends quickly’’ I whispered while hiding my face in the crook of his neck. ‘’Mhh so do I’’ J mumbled softly. I tried to breathe normally as I controlled my fear.I wasn’t scared of many things, but thunderstorms were the worst. I hated them with all my heart. 

I didn’t know how long we were like this, but I calmed down. He rocked me so slowly, yet in a comforting way and it made me a little tired. J would keep me safe. I was sure of that. ‘’It sounds like it’s about to end’’ J broke the silence after we hadn’t heard any roaring from the sky. ‘’Let’s cuddle a little longer’’ I said quickly. J smiled and looked into my eyes. ‘’Fine by me baby’’ He chuckled and then pressed a kiss on my head. 

Conversation With My Daughter

Last night, before heading out for date night with my girlfriend, I was kissing my wife, and 2 kids goodbye. My 4 year old daughter was sitting on the couch next to my wife. Here is the conversation that ensued:

D: Where are you going daddy?
Me: I’m going over to R’s
D: Oh… To her house?
Me: Yes
D: Are you just staying at her house?
Me: Yes, I think so, but we might go out for a walk or a drink
D: Oh… Are you going to kiss her?
Me: (Smiling) Yes, probably. Is that okay?
D: (With her most serious face) No! You shouldn’t kiss her, daddy.
Me: (Surprised) Oh, why not?
D: Because if she has a cold, then you’ll get her cold, and I don’t want you to get a cold, because then we’ll all get colds when we kiss you.
Me: (Smiling even more while glancing over at my wife) Don’t worry babesy, Remember, you just saw R yesterday, and she didn’t have a cold. We’ll all be fine.
D: (Giggling) Ok, daddy, then you can kiss her.
Me: Ok, thanks babe. 


Winter Love- Part 2

Here you have part 2 babes! Enjoy!!! ily


Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: None (?)

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

“(Y/N) are you okay?!” You hear Pietro’s alarmed voice. “Where are you? What is the emergency you needed me for?” In a matter of seconds, he is standing in your dorm’s room.

“Oh, thank God you are here, Piet.” You run to him and take his left hand. “Here, I need you to help me close my suitcase.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“I wish I was.” You wink playfully at him and he rolls your eyes at you.

Pietro sits on top of the suitcase while you grab the zipper with both of your hands. After several minutes, you are finally able to close it and you smile proudly. Pietro sits on the bed and pats the mattress, signaling you to sit next to him.

“When is the taxi coming?”

“In about one hour.” You look at his blue eyes and see a glint of sadness in them. “C’mon, Piet! I’m just leaving for four months and I promise I will make a bunch of skype videocalls with you!”

“I know, I know! And I am really happy for you, (Y/N). Truly. But it’s still sad to watch you leave. You are my best friend, I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too, Piet.” You hug him tightly, not ready to say goodbye to him just yet.

Pietro stays with you until you get a call from the taxi man, telling you that he is here. Pietro helps you with the suitcases and gives you a big and long hug before you get on the car and go to the airport.

After hours and hours of sitting in a very uncomfortable airplane seat, you finally arrive to your destination: Saalbach, Austria. You try to be as quick as possible and go pick up your luggage. Grabbing your two enormous suitcases, you make it safely to the arrivals door. You search with your eyes through the amounts of people that are there waiting for their friends or relatives, until you see a redhead holding a carton paper with your name on it. You start walking slowly towards her, unsure of what to say when you arrive by her side. Her hair, a part from being a beautiful tone of red, is shoulder-length and perfectly straightened. She has a great figure and she’s looking down at her phone. When you are finally in front of her, you cough and she looks at you, revealing a pair of soft, blue eyes. You give her a small smile and look down, feeling intimidated by her.

“I suppose you’re (Y/N)?” You look at her again and quickly nod. “Okay, let’s go. Let me help you with the suitcases.” She grabs one of them and starts walking.

You try to keep her rhythm, but it’s a little bit difficult since she walks really fast. When you finally make it to the airport, she grabs both of your suitcases and puts them in the back of the car. You look at her a little astonished by her strength, but she doesn’t look at you and gets into the car. You also do it.

“Sorry for not introducing me, my name is Nat.” She looks at you before she starts the car. “We have to get to the house quickly, the Barnes are probably about to arrive.”

“Do you mind filling me up a little bit about them? I know nothing of them.”

“Sure.” She storms off the airport and makes her way into the highway. “The Barnes family, where do I start… Well, we have George Barnes, the head of the family. He has this really big clothes company, he inherited it from his father. He is really nice and funny. Then his wife, Winifred Barnes. She started a shoe company, also really famous. Sometimes she can seem rude, but trust me, she is really sweet when you know her more. Then we have their daughter, Rebecca. She is studying medicine, so she never comes to the house. And finally their son, James. Although we all call him Bucky. He is really funny and a little bit cocky, but it’s just his natural self. He is studying economics, he is probably going to follow his father’s lead.” You nod and try to process all the information she just gave you. “Also, I think today Dot is coming, too. She’s Bucky’s girlfriend.”

“Okay… Anything else?”

“No, I think that’s it.” You grab your phone and turn it on.

You realize that you completely forgot to sent a message to Pietro, so you quickly write a text message telling him that you are okay and on your way to the chalet house. The rest of the ride is silent, the only thing that can be heard is the low music coming from the car radio.

When you arrive to the house, your mouth is hanging open. It’s a gigantic, beautiful chalet. Covered in snow, the house looks beautiful. Nat laughs at your reaction and tells you to follow her. When you are inside, you take off your jacket, feeling the warm traveling through your body. You can’t stop looking everywhere, this house is truly astonishing.

“Before they come, let me fill you up in the house rules.” You turn around to look at Nat. “Rule number one, you can’t bring friends here, at least not while the family is here.” Nat winks at you and you chuckle at her. “Rule number two, you can party all you want as long as breakfast is in the table at eight. And rule number three, you can’t sleep with the clients.” Your eyes open widely at her last words.

“Jeez… Okay.”

“I’m serious, (Y/N).”

“You can relax, I didn’t come here to get laid. I just want to work, make money and snowboard.”

“Cool, because that’s exactly what we are going to do.” Nat grabs two blue uniforms out of the closet and throws one at you. “Put this on.”

You do as she tells you and get dressed. The skinny blue jeans and the baby blue, long sleeve polo suits you quite well. You brush your hair with your hands when you hear a car horn from outside the house. Nat looks through the window and then at you.

“They are here, let’s go.”

You follow her down the stairs and the both of you stop in front of the main door. You straighten your shirt and the door opens, revealing a couple.

“Nat!” The man who you assume it’s George smiles and hugs her tightly.

“Hello, darling.” Winifred smiles sweetly at her, kissing her cheek.

“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes. Nice to see you again. This is the new girl, her name is (Y/N).” Nat points at you and you smile at the both of them.

They kiss your cheek and welcome you.

“Nat, honey, Bucky is outside with the suitcase, you should go and help him.”

“Sure, Mrs. Barnes.” Nat nods at her and she looks at you.

Quickly, you follow behind her. You see a big, black car parked just outside the door. It has started to snow and it’s even colder now. You wrap your arms around yourself and follow Nat’s steps. The car trunk is opened and you wait there with Nat. Finally, the man puts the last suitcase on the floor and looks at the both of you. He smiles widely and you feel your heart flutter.

“Nat!” He approaches her and hugs her tightly. “I’m so glad to see you!”

“Hey, Bucky! How is everything?” He kisses her cheek and smiles. You can’t stop yourself from staring at him.

His head is covered with a blue beanie that makes him look really cute. He has some stubble on his sharp jawline and his nose is red due to the cold. When his icy blue eyes look at you, you can’t stop yourself from blushing a little bit.

“I’m assuming you are (Y/N)?”

“Yes, nice to meet you.” He approaches you and kisses you on the cheek, his hand holding lightly your waist.

The door of the car opens, revealing another redhead. His hair is shorter than Nat’s and she has it curly. She looks around and then goes to Bucky’s side.

“(Y/N), this is Dot, my girlfriend.” Bucky smiles at you and you smile back.

“Hello, nice to meet you.” You nod your head at her, but she doesn’t say anything.

She just looks you up and down and starts walking to the house.

“Sorry about that, she doesn’t like snow very much.”

“It’s okay.” You smile widely at Bucky and he gives your arm a squeeze before entering the house.

You go pick up the suitcase and unconsciously bit your bottom lip. Bucky is really handsome and sweet.

“(Y/N), rule number three, remember?” Nat gives you a warning look, but she has a little smirk on his lips.

“Nat, relax. He is handsome, but I can assure you that absolutely nothing is going to happen in between Bucky and I.”

“Okay…” She walks past you with two suitcases and you can see her smirk when she whispers to you. “But never say never.”


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It looked like he had a crush on the guy he was next to… that’s what I got from it. Like he was sitting next to his crush

ah! i noticed him looking at that kid too!

i got the feeling though, that it was more of a wanting to talk to /someone/ and make friends look rather than a crush thing (though your perspective is much happier and i like it better than what i’m seeing)


“Fantastic atmosphere, sitting on those orange bean bags being asked some pretty intense questions, quite embarrassing questions as well, but these kids [were] desperate to know the experiences that I’ve had, and then me asking them questions… it was quite remarkable. I think they were quite slightly thrown about sitting, talking to a prince on a bean bag, but I was equally amazed talking to these kids, how young they were, listening to the issues that they have and their solutions to those issues. I was surrounded by a bunch of leaders who didn’t even know their potential.” — Prince Harry on talking with the next generation of young leaders on his trip to South Africa in 2015 

after all this, i just saw a really old white lady offering her seat on the bus to a middle eastern girl so she could sit next to her dad.
she kept gesturing and smiling because the kid evidently didn’t speak german, and it was the cutest thing ever.
we need to remember that all is not lost in the world.