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That’s What Friends Are For

Originally posted by alltimewolf


Pairing: Jeff Atkins x fem!reader

Request: 46 😊

46 - “Can I kiss you right now?”

Warnings: none

Word count: 785

Sorry it’s short.

Everybody, before you read this, go follow @escapeintape because she’s cool as hell and an amazing writer. She also requested this.

Also, feel free to criticize me.

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anonymous asked:

Your artwork makes me cry its so amazing you're everything I strive to be you have no idea how much I look up to you!!

Aw dude this made my whole night when I read it. Thank you, that means a lot to me. I still have so much to learn so let’s all work hard and become better artists/people together ♥

It Wasn't You-Ivar Ragnarrson x Reader

Summary: requested by anonymous: ‘Hey can I request an imagine where the reader is married with Ivar, and they want a child but after months of trying reader isnt pregnant. Then when they are drunk reader sleeps with bjorn and she ends up pregnant and ivar finds out.’

Characters: Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader, Bjorn Ironside x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings:

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I was in no rush to go home. After visiting the village healer, there was no good news again. I took the long route, not wanting to risk running into anyone, especially the queen. When I finally reached home, I wasn’t expecting my husband to be there. Ivar was sat at the table, hands clasped together as he stared at nothing. When I entered, his head lifted up.

“Well?” he asked.

I shook my head, unable to speak at that moment.

His fists slammed on the table.“Why won’t the gods bless me with a child?! After all I have done for them!”

“You cannot blame them.” I mumbled as I stood next to him.

He was very angry.“And it is my fault?”

“I didn’t say that-”

“No but you meant it. I don’t know why you ever married me. What they say is true, I am just a useless cripple.”

This was our daily argument. Ivar would always play this card. Of course he was not just some cripple, this man had conquered England with a huge army, he was one of the fiercest warriors there was; but he would always see himself a different way. However, after months of trying and months of consoling him, I was sick of it. Over never asked how I was.

“I am not going to comfort you Ivar. It’s the same every time.” I raised my voice.

“Is it so bad that I just want a child?” he gripped onto my arm.

I snatched it away.“And so do I! Not once have you come to me and told me everything was going to be alright. You haven’t held me during these hard times, it’s always about you!”

He said nothing, trying to hide his guilty face.

I scoffed.“You won’t even admit it. As my husband, I would expect something from you, we are supposed to take care of each other.”.

“Have I not taken care of you?!”

“Yes but I need you when things like this happen. Of course you need just the same thing but I never get any of that back.”

“How dare you accuse me of that! Especially at a time like this.”

I threw my hands up in the air in defeat.“I am done speaking about this. If you are not going to see sense then I’m leaving.”

“You will not go anywhere! Listen to me (Y/N).”

I did not hear anymore from Ivar as I slammed the door shut. We both had short fuses, being stubborn together was an awful match. There was no one else I loved more than him, but by the gods could we argue. It was as if a small war zone was going on between us when we fought; though whenever we did fight, it was over bigger, important things, nothing pointless. But after all these months of trying to make a child with nothing happening, we were both taking a toll.

I found myself wandering around aimlessly, still frustrated that we hadn’t produced a child. Yes, it could be Ivar’s fault, but it could be mine also. Until we knew the real reason, there was no one to blame. That was just an easy way to release some anger.

“(Y/N), what are you doing out here alone?” Bjorn suddenly appeared in front of me.

“Oh,” I hadn’t been focused,“sorry Bjorn, I did it see you there. Ivar and I had an argument and I needed to be alone.”

“What was it about this time?”

I hesitated.“Um, I’d rather not say.”

“You are not with child again.”

My eyes widened.“How did you know?”

“Because that’s all you two ever argue about nowadays. Come on, I cannot leave you out here at this time.”

Bjorn took us back to his home. It had gotten very dark as we entered and I was thankful he took me in. A part of me some wondered if I should have gone back to Ivar but then I remembered our argument. No, he could suffer for a while longer. Making myself comfy in front of the fire, I thanked Bjorn as he handed me a drink, it was very much needed at this point.

“Slow down, you need to pace yourself.” Bjorn warned as he sipped from his own cup.

“Why? It’s not like I am harming anything inside me. No, my womb shall stay empty for a long time.”

“You knew that when you married Ivar.”

“But I didn’t. Those were all rumours, Ivar definitely knows how to pleasure a woman.”

“That may be so but he cannot produce a child. I know you’ve been wanting one.”

“I’m so tired of trying. Perhaps it really isn’t meant to be. Maybe Ivar cannot give me a child or it could be I that cannot do it.”

“He is a cripple, of course it is him.”

Having already finished my drink, I poured myself another.“Not necessarily.”

“You should not blame yourself over this.”

“Is there even a point anymore? Every time turns out negative and then we argue. I don’t want that anymore. But it’s always about him, never me. He wants to protect his manhood, I am the woman he chose to have stand beside him.”

Bjorn said nothing, taking my cup out of my hands and replacing it with a bigger one. I watched as the alcohol poured into it, wondering why he had suddenly changed his mind about the whole thing.

“I thought you said I needed to pace myself?” I pointed out.

“No, I changed my mind. You definitely need this.”

Everything was blurred after that. All I remember was drinking lots, challenging Bjorn to who could drink the most and I recall playing that game quite a few times. Bjorn was able to take my mind off what had happened. We were laughing at the most stupid things though it made me feel so much better. Ivar never crossed my mind that night, not once; I came to regret that in the morning.

As I rolled over to embrace my husband, I felt a different build beneath me. Staying still for a few moments, I slowly opened my eyes, scared about who I was going to see. When blonde hair came into view, I could have screamed. Bjorn was fast asleep, naked just as I was. No, I didn’t did I? How could I betray Ivar like that?! He had never done anything like this to me. A huge wave of guilt and sadness washed over me, I almost burst into tears right there.

I fumbled around, trying to get changed quickly. The sun was already rising into the sky, Ivar would be awake soon. Trying to hold back all of my emotions, I focused on not waking up the man in the bed. It seemed that I had failed.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” he groaned. We were both suffering from headaches.

“I am leaving. I can’t believe we did that! How did we do that?!”

He sat up to face me.“Do not worry, many men share their wives. Ivar will understand.”

“Ivar will not know of this. And I am not a whore to be passed around.”

With that I left, hurrying through the village back home. Ivar was going to ask questions, a lot of them, which meant I had to be prepared. I should have stayed to discuss what to do with Bjorn, I was so caught up in the moment that I had to get out of there. Reaching home, it took all of my willpower not to turn around and run away.

“So you decided to come home?” Ivar was quick to catch me off guard.

“I’m sorry I didn’t return.” I started as I closed the door.

He crawled towards me.“You had me worried.”

“Well you didn’t come after me.”

He grunted at that. Pulling himself onto a stool, his eyes bore into mine.“And where did you disappear off to last night?”

“Bjorn found me wandering the streets. He wouldn’t let me stay out alone so I went to his house. He offered drinks and being in the state I was in, I decided to drown my sorrows rather than talk about them. It was very foolish and immature.”

I had half lied.

Luckily he didn’t ask further.“It was stupid. But he should have brought you home.”

“Yes, I realise that now. Drinking just seemed like an easy release.”

“Go to bed. You look like you’ve been up all night.”

He dismissed me, waiting for me to do as he said. Keeping quiet as I passed him, I couldn’t believe the secret I had now. How was this all going to work out?


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Months passed and nothing was said about the incident. Bjorn never brought it back up so neither did I. However, the new situation at hand was the fact that I was now with child, a miracle baby. Ivar was ecstatic, he could finally start a family; though with another man’s child. This whole time I had been acting. When I found out, I vowed to tell him the truth before it went any further. Alas, I could not being myself to crush his happiness; so when I found myself arguing with Bjorn once again, I didn’t realise I was doing exactly that.

“What is going to happen when the child comes out looking nothing like him?!” Bjorn snapped at me.

“I-I don’t know! There must be something we can do!”

“No, there’s nothing we can do (Y/N). That child is mine and I have every right to see them. The baby needs it’s real father.”

“Real father?” although he was quiet, we both heard him. Ivar had crawled in whilst our voices were raised, masking the sound of him dragging his body around.

I tried to calm him down.“Ivar-”

“(Y/N), please tell me it is not true. You did not do this to me.” his voice was trembling.

“I was going to tell you. But you were so happy and I-”

“You felt pity because I could not create a baby. Are you trying to humiliate me?”

I stepped closer.

“No! Stay away! That night, when you were with him, that’s when it happened, isn’t it?”

Bjorn decided to step in.“Yes. But we were both drunk-”

“Oh, so that makes everything ok then. If you had just said that I would have been fine.”

I sadly sighed.“Ivar please. I love you. I didn’t mean to do this to us.”

“How am I supposed to believe anything you say now? You carry my brother’s child instead of mine, a lie that has been kept from me for months.”

Over had styed relatively calm and quiet throughout the argument which worried me. He was plotting something, something that would involve one of us getting hurt.

“Get out. You will not come back here.”

“You’re throwing me out?”

“Of course I am! I will not keep a whore in my house.”

“(Y/N), come on. This is not good for the baby.” Bjorn gently dragged me away, knowing that I wouldn’t move otherwise.

How could I throw something so precious away? How had I messed up this badly? Bjorn Let me stay with him and even though I desperately wanted to run back into Ivar’s arms and beg forgiveness, I knew it was better for me to stay here. It was Bjorn’s child but I did not love him. This poor child would come into this world with parents who were idiots. Every night I prayed that he would change his mind, it would be a mirale if that happened. The Gods were not looking down fondly at me, however, I did not deserve any sympathy.

Finally the day came for my baby to be born. I had never felt such intense pain before. It was worse than fighting on the battlefield. As I clung onto the midwife’s hand, almost crushing the bones, the other midwife delivered the baby. I was tired, sweaty, crying and I just wanted my son or daughter to get out now. I was yelling profanities loudly, telling and screaming. Why did women go through this? Was this really going to be worth it in the end?

Yes, yes it was.

The most beautiful baby boy was being held in front of me, screaming as much as I had. As I held him close, I cried with joy, happy that this was all over with and that they were here after months of waiting. But as I studied him more, I found myself drowning slightly. All this time I had expected something different. This baby did not resemble any features of Bjorn, one of them being that he didn’t have blonde hair; no, it was a dark brown, just like my husband’s. Ivar had really made a child, after everyone doubted him.

And now I no longer had him. My family would never be complete.

2/? My Favorite LIS BTS Moments: The Amberprice Street Scene (Episode 2)

(SPOILERS)

This whole scene was just beyond perfect. Especially the kiss.

The music and the romantic atmosphere of the night gave off an amazing vibe. And I could feel that Chloe and Rachel were truly happy in that moment. Just being with each other made them happy. And both of them seemed a lot more open with their feelings in this scene. (Depending on your previous choices). Holding hands with each other, Chloe putting her hand on Rachel’s face, Rachel flirting with Chloe, THE KISS.
The kiss scene was executed PERFECTLY. It couldn’t have been any better, in my opinion. The intimacy was hella real. 

And It was adorable how Chloe was so nervous to go in for the kiss, you could tell she really wanted to, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. But Rachel knew exactly what Chloe was trying to do, So she stepped in and made the big move. 

And can we please talk about Chloe’s little “yeah” that she barely manages to slip out before Rachel goes in for the second kiss? omfg. 11/10

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Disclaimer:  Gordon Ramsay as represented in this fic is a representation of the exaggerated character he portrays on reality television, and is by no means meant to be Gordon Ramsay himself.

Gif source:  Gordon

Imagine being Gordon’s personal assistant and keeping your feelings for him to yourself, only to find out he’s been doing the same after he goes on a date with someone else to make you jealous.

——— Request for anon ———

He was your boss.

That alone was enough for you to think once, twice, and three times before ever making a move. Sure, Gordon flirted, but then again it was in that harmlessly ambiguous way that could easily be interpreted as friendliness, especially when paired with the numerous times you’d seen him treat other women in much the same way. It wasn’t as if you were dwelling on it, but when you organized and helped with nearly every aspect of of the man’s life, it was hard not to notice.

And if you said you hadn’t been feeling as if your balloon had been deflated after telling him a goodbye from the backseat of the taxi when you’d dropped him off at his place the night before, you’d be lying. Why? Well, because he had a date that he’d been sure to gush about all that day. Part of you, despite how awful it made you feel, hoped it didn’t work out with that supermodel he was taking to dinner. You supposed you would figure out when you reported back in to get him ready for the GQ photoshoot that was scheduled early in the day after.

“How did your date go, Gordon?” was that too eager? Either way, it was out there now, the first thing you’d said to him past your initial, “Good morning,” upon letting yourself into his place to find him grabbing his keys from a table, right on schedule per usual.

“Oh, she’s wonderful, of course,” Gordon flashes you a smile that, had you nod been preoccupied with internally screaming at his words, you would have pegged as fake.

“Oh,” you begin, manufacturing your own smile that could rival a Barbie doll in its stiffness as you lie, “that’s wonderful. I’m glad it worked out.”

“Are you really?” his smile drops immediately as you turn to lead him out of the home, open front door in your grip before his annoyed voice stops you, “Well, prepared to be disappointed, because that was a big fucking lie. She was boring. Beautiful, but the space between hear ears is vacant. Demanded we go to one of my restaurants, predictably.” Your eyes go wide as he goes on, the reason behind his mood changing so drastically in the span of seconds confusing you, “The date went horribly and I was glad to dump her out at her place afterwards. If I had spent the night with who I really wanted to be with, I’m sure it would have been a whole hell of a lot better.”

“Who did you want to be with, Gordon?” your breath catches in your throat as he steps closer, your grip on the doorknob tightening reflexively.

Gordon scoffs, face turning red as he runs a hand through his organized mess of hair, “How can you be so oblivious? I’ve wanted you for the longest time!”

Our little family- Jamie Benn

Originally posted by leondraiisaitl

A/N: Number two! Also I decided to combine two requests for Jamie Benn so I hope you guys like it :) Please feel free to request more!

Requests:  

-Anon:Can you do a Jamie benn imagine where he’s your husband and you guys have 3 kids and Jamie comes home from a rough game/ practice and he hears music playing in the kitchen and his children’s giggles and he’s in awe once he is in the kitchen about how blessed he is

- @boo-boocmf :  Can you please, please, please do a Jamie Benn imagine? Something with some fluff in it. I’d be so grateful.

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You hadn’t heard Jamie come home from practice, you were too occupied with your three children who were currently dancing with you in the kitchen as cupcakes sat in the oven baking, filling the house with a sweet scent. Your five year old daughter, Natalie, was currently teaching her four year old brother, Caden, how to dance while your other two year old daughter, Elise, clapped to the music, spinning in a circle which made her dress fan out around her.

You were DJing and bouncing between dancing with all of your kids, your guys’ laughter echoing throughout the house, which was most likely what kept you from paying attention to the rather aggressive door shutting that followed your husband as he entered the shared living space.

You and Jamie had been married for just over five years now, you had found out you were pregnant with Natalie shortly after your wedding and you two were beyond thrilled to be parents, so much so that you decided to have another, and another. Jamie was excited that all three children showed an interest in the ice, even if Natalie was leaning more towards figure skating rather than hockey and Elise was too young to skate on her own, there was nothing that made his heart and yours happier than seeing all three kids out on the ice together.


 Jamie hadn’t meant to slam the door as hard as he did, practice hadn’t been easy that day, Coach had gone harder on them than any other point in the season following a staggering loss the night before. He had been so stressed and busy that the hard practice pushed him over the edge and he was beyond angry by the time he got home. However his anger disappeared as the sounds of your children’s giggles and your laughter filled the air.

He followed the sound of music and laughter to the kitchen where he was met with the sight of a messy kitchen and three children dancing around the kitchen as their mother pulled out cupcakes from the oven, he leaned against the doorway, a smile making it’s way across his lips as he watched you guys have fun, it almost instantly relaxed him.

“Daddy!” Elise’s little voice pulled the whole family out of their reverie as the two year old ran over to her dad, who scooped down to pick her up.

“Is it that late already?” You said, checking the clock. “We were expecting to have time to decorate the cupcakes for you before you got home.”

You made your way over to him, kissing him softly as your other two children latched onto his legs, giggling and smiling up at their father.

“Are you okay?” You asked, noticing the look he wore but he just shook his head and smiled widely.

“I’m fine, I see that mommy let you guys stay up late to help her make some sweets.” He smiled down at all the kids.

“We made chocolate daddy! Your favorite!” Natalie said proudly and he stroked her hair gently.

“That was very sweet of you baby, why don’t you three run along and get pajamas on, mommy and I will be there to tuck you in shortly.” He said, watching as all three of them took off down the hallway screaming and laughing, breaking off into their rooms.


 The two of you tag teamed getting the kids ready for bed, all of them gathering in Caden’s room to have daddy read them a bedtime story as you worked on decorating the cupcakes and packed up the lunches for your three children to take to your mom’s with them tomorrow, you had decided to give Jamie a small break and the two of you were going to relax if it killed you.

You weren’t even aware Jamie had moved all three kids into their respective beds until he came back, his arms wrapping around you from behind as you zipped up Natalie’s lunch box, shifting in his arms so you were facing him.

“Want to tell me what that look was all about?” You asked and he knew he had been caught in a lie.

“Coach was giving us a hard time about losing the game and practice was a bitch, but I’m fine now, you guys made my night a whole lot better.” He smiled and you smiled back, wrapping your arms around his neck as you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him gently on the lips, the two of you swaying to the nonexistent music.

“How did I get so lucky to have a beautiful wife and three wonderful children?” He asked and you laughed lightly at his cheesiness but you took advantage of it.

“Might want to make that four wonderful children.” You said, smiling as he pulled away quickly to look you in the eyes, his own eyes darting between your eyes and your stomach.

“You mean?” He started and you giggled, turning to grab a cupcake that you had decorated with the number 4.

“Surprise.” You smiled as he took the cupcake, setting it down on the counter and hugging you tightly.

“We’re having another kid!” He laughed as he spun you around, causing you to squeal.

He couldn’t help but think about how truly blessed he was as he set you down, seeing the love and excitement in your eyes, it was enough to wipe away every bad memory from practice, reminding him why he did what he did and what he had to come home to every night. Your perfect, little, crazy, family.

so my therapist is having me do this exercise

she wants me to think more about want i want from life so i can start processing my feelings better and be more productive and shit

so now i’m doing this thing where i write about what i want as if its already happening. this happened and i liked it so i thought i would share 

it’s so much better than having a boyfriend. because she knows how a girl is supposed to look without makeup. she knows that eye bags exist and eyelashes aren’t really that long. she knows exactly how i feel when i’m curled up in the fetal position, unable to move because the cramps would kill me. she knows that a naked woman doesn’t look like a porn star. she understands the cellulite, the razor burn, the missed sections of knee hair. she understands the tummy anxiety. she knows her way around a fuckin vagina. 

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Theo Reaken#1 (Supernatural x TeenWolf x Reader) (“I don’t want to go to heaven. None of my friends are there.” )

Count of words: 1000

Warnings: Spoilers for season 11-12 (from the trailers) of Supernatural and for season 5 teen wolf. Also sad…. 

A/N:About the Beast I didn’t right much cause I havn’t even seen it yet. I’m on ep 10 I  just looked up spoilers to write this for you guys. SO APPRECIATE THAT I JUST SPOILED MY SELF FOR YOU.. Love you ♥

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All my life I’ve been traveling around the country. Never had a steady home, never had steady friends, exept two.
When I was months old, these two boys and their father found me inside a house attacked by demons. I almost got burned but Dean saved me before I would. They tried to find someone to adobt me but no one would. So ever since then they take care of me. They became my friends, my family; my brothers. I grew up as a fighter, a warrior; a hero. I always helped the Winchesters out. Even if the boys wanted me to just do research and stay I back I never did just that. I always followed them closely. And they were always thankful I did.
I am currently 20 years old and me and my brothers were at this terrible fight. Their mum was back in life, Sam was taken by the Men of Letters and a lot more were going on. We were fighting over the Men of Letters. Their fighting skills were out of this world, so the boys and Mary sacrificed their lives to save the world. And me. I wanted to be sacrificed with them. Dean said it was a family matter. He tied me on a table and I couldn’t leave until it was too late. I just wanted to remind him that I am family too.
So, having access to Baby (the Impala), I was driving wherever the road was taking me. I remembered so many things that happened with this car, with the boys, me. The stopped the Apocalypse and came out alive but they sacrificed their lives now. I remember one thing Dean told me when he tied me down, “The keys of baby are in your bag pack. You keep it. But if you scratch her even a bit, I’ll come back from the dead to kill you my self,” he laughed. “I love you. Remember that. We both do.” Then I remember what Cass said. The Wincehsters where nowhere in the damn dead-zone. I guess Billy kept her promise. I felt the familiar burning feeling on my cheeck. “No!” I said to my self. “You don’t cry. You are better than this.” I kept reminding my self. John always said “Strong girls don’t cry,” whenever I started crying when I was little. He said, “You are better than that. Fear and pain cannot overpower you. You are a Winchester. We fight. We don’t cry.” A sad smile appeared on my face in the memory of my dead father. Oh, I’ve missed him so much. But he was wrong. Strong girls cry, John. Not because they’re weak, but because they were strong for too long.
“Beacon Hills,” said the last sign I saw. It was too late so I wasn’t going to keep driving. There was a rain storm out side so I knocked on the first house I found. Aware of the dangers of the world I kept a gun behind my back; silver bullets. I had more weapons in my backpack, just to be safe.
A boy around my age opened the door. “Can I help you?” He said, a sly smirk on his face. He was handsome. Blonde and shit. You know, the kind of guy every girl falls for. “Hi, uhm, sorry to disturb but, I’ve been traveling for hours and I have to spend the night somewhere. Do you know any cheap motels in this town?” I asked, now soacked with rain water. “No. The city doesn’t have any but you can stay here till the morning.” He said with a very polite manner.
So I spent the night there. And the night after that. And then there had been a whole week. Months. This boy Theo, was not as much of an asshole I expected him to be. He was nice and loving. He was bad but he had this soft side. It had been 8 months I’ve spent in Beacon Hills. I am fully aware of all the shit that’s going on here and I try to help as much as possible. Theo, on the other hand has helped me a lot. He made me feel better after my loss. He made me feel strong and happy. Happy, something I’ve never truly been.
Today we were going to fight for our live against the Beast. There was a high chance of losing my life but it was ok. I was ready to go find my family. Wherever the were. So , currently I was sitting on the couch cuddled up to Theo. He was stroking my hair as his hot breath was hitting my forehead. “You know I love you, right?” I said. “Yes princess, I do. And I love you so much more.” he said confused and worried about my sudden outburst. “What would you do if I died?” I suddently asked. His face turned from confused to shocked and worried. “Y/N, no! Don’t even consider that.” “Theo-” “NO! YOU’RE NOT DYING AS LONG AS I HAVE A SAY ON THAT!” He shouted. He face calming after seconds. “I cannot lose you.” He said softly. “What if you don’t have a say on that.” I said and his eyes widen. “Baby-” “No! It would be better if I did. I wouldn’t meet my brothers again but I’d see my dad.” I said and a tear fell off my eye right onto my plump lips. “What about your unkle Bobby?” He asked recalling me telling him about all the good memories with him. “Oh, his in Heaven. I’m not going there. Clowley said he has a great spot for me in Hell.” I said laughing a bit through the pain. “Y/N/N, you are a great person, of course you’re going to heaven.” He said. My tears were creating a waterfall right now as my mind went back to what I promised my self when the boys died. “I don’t want to go to heaven. None of my friends are there.”

nowacja  asked:

Okay, so about that playlist request thing, sorry it took me so long to send this ask and you really don't have to do this, guessing was a great fun anyway! But I've realised I'd love to read some April/Charlie friendship, like pre-canon era but you know, no pressure at all :3

(Sorry for the wait!)

Charlie felt out of place in Coal Hill. The problem with starting at sixth form was Quill being the  only person he knew and they weren’t on very good terms.

Charlie had tried talking to the other sixth formers but while he spoke the language (thanks to the TARDIS translation circuits) he was missing the social skills and pop culture of Earth. (There was someone but Charlie always felt like he was dying around Matteusz. According to google it was a sign of a crush, whatever that meant.)

He found Coal Hill’s library was the best place to go. Charlie understood libraries, Rhodia had been full of them, full of knowledge and culture. (It hurt too much to think about his home.) Google was helpful but books were universal.

“Excuse me?” Charlie almost dropped his book. “Sorry.” The girl who had spoken to him said. She was in his Physics class, usually quiet and almost always smiling.

“I’m okay.”

She hesitated a moment before sitting in the chair next to him. “You’re new, aren’t you?”

“I moved from Sheffield for sixth form,” Charlie told her. The Doctor had given them both a cover story. Charlie had wanted an opportunity to experience Earth’s education and he was enjoying it so far; loneliness aside. (Which wasn’t a big change from Rhodia.)

“Charlie, right? I see you around a lot. We have the same classes but I do music. But we have Physics and English. I take music for my last subject. What about you?”

He took a minute to process what she’d said. “Art?”

“So you like drawing?” She asked, leaning forward and smiling at him. It wasn’t a mocking smile, a nice change from the rest of the school.

“Yeah,” Charlie replied. He wasn’t sure how to react. The other students rarely spoke to him, asked him anything or even looked his way.

“Sorry, am I asking too many questions? You just looked a little lonely, which I get. I’m April, by the way.” It was a nice name, most human names were. (He knew what his favourite was and tried not to blush.)

“Yeah, lonely is accurate.”

“That’s why I came to talk to you,” April said, “and you’re reading my favourite book. I thought it was a sign from the universe.”

“Does the universe often send signs?” Charlie asked confused.

“I’d like to think so.” April brushed her hair back. “What was it like? Sheffield?”

Charlie panicked for a moment. The Doctor had said no one would ask about Sheffield. “Boring, I guess.”

“I guess London must be exciting then. Less rural, lots of lights at night.”

“I don’t really like the lights. I liked looking at the stars.” They were different stars, a whole different sky. Charlie still wanted to see them.

April laughed which made her look even happier. “You really are an art student.”

“I take art?”

“No,” April shook her head, “I meant you’re dreamy.” She blushed a little. “I mean dreamy like day dreaming.”

“Is that good?”

“Yeah, it is,” April reassured him. “My mum always says that day dreamers are the best people. But maybe she was just trying to make me feel better. That’s what parents are like.”

“I won’t know.” Charlie hadn’t been close to his parents. It wasn’t personal, it was politics. He still missed them because they were his parents.

“Complicated home life?” April asked. “I get it. How are you liking the book?”

Charlie looked down at the copy of ‘Eleanor and Park’ in front of him. “It’s wonderful.”

“I’ve read it like, five times. Best love story ever.”

“I hadn’t gotten to the love part yet.” Charlie looked down at the pretty cover. “I thought it was about their friendship.”

“Most relationships start with being friends first,” April answered.

Charlie pushed thoughts of Matteusz away. (He always seemed to be thinking of Matteusz. Charlie was yet to figure out why.) “I can’t wait to finish it.”

“I totally spoiled it for you, didn’t I? I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m going to finish it soon anyway.”

“You have to tell me what you thought after. I could talk about the ending forever. Me and Tanya had a heated debate about it.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” Charlie tried smiling at April, which was awkward because he was out of practice. “In the library?”

“Hmm?”

“Will we talk about it in the library? The ending?” Charlie clarified.

“Sure. Or I could text you about it?” April suggested.

Charlie nodded and pushed his phone towards her. She typed in her number and then copied his into her own contacts. Charlie smiled again at her; grateful to have made his first friend.

anonymous asked:

Is it bad that throughout all the scenes in Raising the Barn I was smiling? I can't help it, I just love their interactions and I love angst. The whole thing was bittersweet, however it made my night a whole lot better. This is why I love this ship.

Totally agreed, Anon.

The reunion is going to be absolutely beautiful, too :’)

Teacher Workload: My Experience

I’m sitting in bed mentally preparing to go back to work tomorrow, after nearly three weeks off for holiday break.  For the first time in my entire career, I did almost no work over break.  I made a couple copies and checked Instagram, but that big pile of work I took home…nope, none of that got done.  But I’m not worried. Tomorrow will be a great day.

I’m a fifth year teacher.  I’ve taught in the same school, in the same classroom, for the entire time.  I’ve taught 4th grade for all five years and am teaching 5th for the first time this year (I have a combo).  I feel like I finally have enough experience to reflect on a popular topic in the world of education: teacher workload.

It’s hard to talk about workload in general terms, because it is going to be different for different teachers.  It does depend on subject and school and experience.  But even with that caveat, I’m going to do a little generalizing…

1. Student Teachers: Prepare To Work A Lot

I believe student teaching is an amazing experience to prepare for having your own classroom (see my post here).  But in order for it to be meaningful, you need to be ready to put in the hours.  Spend as much time as possible in your classroom.  I know, I know.  You have class and assignments and credentialing requirements and maybe a job and a family.  But the more you experience now, the more prepared you will be for being on your own.  Be meaningful with your time…don’t spend time stressing over assignments and tests.   If you put your heart into it, you will pass and get your credential.  Almost everyone does, and complaining about silly requirements won’t do your spirit any favors.  Stay positive, but be prepared for student teaching to be your life.

2. First (and Second) Year Teachers: Prepare To Work Even More

So many people pressure first year teachers to have a “healthy” work-life balance.  They chastise early teachers for staying late and coming in early.  I’m going to advise the complete opposite.

Having your own classroom is hard and stressful.  But it is less stressful if you give yourself the time to truly prepare for each day.  My first couple years, I basically lived in my classroom.  I stayed ‘til 9 on Friday nights.  But when I was with the kids, I felt confident and prepared.  My room was organized and my lessons were well-planned. That allowed me to develop the skills as I teacher I still use.  Moreover, I started amassing a set of high-quality lessons and projects I could use in the future.

Nobody tells Law School or Med School students and interns that they should work less or take it easy.  We understand that they are working hard and sacrificing things in their personal lives to develop the knowledge and skills they will use throughout their career.  I think we need to apply the same view to early teachers.

Everything I’ve written so far aligns with the idea that teaching is a lot of work and that work-life balance is a struggle.  But I have good news…

3. It Gets (A Lot) Better

During my third year, I worked a lot.  I came early and stayed later, but had more flexibility with my time.  I had to work some late nights, but could choose which nights.  If I had plans one afternoon or was going away one weekend, I made it work without much stress.

Then, this crazy thing happened my fourth year.  I slowly stopped working so many hours.  I had a lot of lessons already in my back pocket.  I was more efficient with my time.  I knew what my kids needed to know and what lessons would come next.  My classroom was well-organized.  I was teaching better than I ever had, but I was also working far less.

This year is even easier.  I’m teaching a combo and taking on a whole new grade, but I spend so much less time at work.  I still spend occasional late nights at work, but more frequently, I leave whenever I want.  One of my favorite things about teaching now is my flexibility with being able to do the work I need to do when I want to do it.  

Teaching has become sustainable.  I have time for friends and family (granted, I do not have kids yet!  That is a whole different topic!).  I work out frequently and sometimes (gasp!) go home at 3pm just to sit on my couch and watch TV.  I spent an entire vacation not working and am still totally confident about going back to work.

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Everyone has their own experiences and things to balance.  But based on my experience, my advice for people going into teaching in regards to work/life balance and workload is…

Put in those hours early!  Invest that time in your early years, and don’t feel guilty for making teaching your “life”.  That investment WILL pay off (in less time than you think)!

Fic Recommendations: Week 5

There are so many great fics out there that need to be recognized! If you find something you like on this list, be sure to show it the appreciation it deserves with likes, reblogs, and messages to the author! I hope you can find something to enjoy, and remember that if you’d like me to see your work, be sure to tag me in it! Also, if you think of a good title for these posts, let me know!

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

I’m not even sorry for all the Sam this week.

Fluff

In-Between

Angst

Non-Reader Works

  • Unsteady Hands series by @samsexualdeancurious (Saileen) - I’ve been lowkey shipping Sam x Eileen for a bit but this definitely made me fall in love with the ship a whole lot more! This was fantastic and I think you portrayed her very well! Great job!
  • Got a Lot of Good by @saxxxology (Sam Winchester) - This made me want to cry, well done. You’ve officially broken my heart. 
  • Nephilim by @hardtobreatheat-night (OFC) - It won’t let me tag you, sorry! I don’t normally like to read OFC fics but this was very intriguing!

anonymous asked:

*Things that males me happy:* Seeing any new post of Lea because she is a great person, artist, videogame enthusiast, blogger and deserves all the love in this world and others (btw one of my favourites is the #shut up lea, ironically don't want that never ever happens bc you know... your awesomeness and stuff xoxo)

Oh……oh my god anon ;___; I can’t even add an appropriate reaction gif because none could capture my real reaction.

Thank you so, so much, this message really means a lot! Thank you for taking the time to type it out and send it to me, you just made my day a whole lot better ;_; Aaaaah I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

kysonn  asked:

dude!! oh my fucking god you are so damn nice,, aaaahhh ILYSM!!! your tags always make me smile like a fucking idiot :') you made my night so much better

!!! BUDDY !! Ahhhh ;__; YOU made my day okay, I’m still fucking laughing akcneknd YOURE TOO KIND I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY ?? I LOVE YOU TOO A WHOLE FUKN LOT AND YOUR ART AND YOUR FACE PIECES OKAY BLESS YOU

I didn’t realize it was N7 day. I’ve been sucked into SWTOR for the past few months i completely forgot about it. I love SWTOR but Mass Effect means something way more to me. I mean i used to when i felt bad play through the game just get to the Citadel DLC part and that made my mood atleast a bit better for awhile. The Mass Effect trilogy means so much to me and Andromeda too just haven’t gotten that into it yet probably for the reason coz it seems like there should have been more you know? Like it’s unfinished.. Still love it though but the trilogy has a special place in my heart and so does Shepard. And honestly the whole crew Normandy SR1 and SR2 had at any point. Think i am gonna atleast play Andromeda tonight all night. So expect lot of photos. :D If i feel like posting as many as i think i may.

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Imagine going to a Led Zeppelin concert and meeting Dean Winchester…

A/N: Just a little one shot I came up with, I hope you guys like it!!
Word Count: 1050

You pushed through crowds of people trying to find your seat. You were seated on the floor, close to the stage. It cost you an arm and a leg to get the perfect seat but it was worth every penny. You had been saving for a year, working during the day as an assistant at a major law firm, and to make even more money you worked as a bar tender during the night. After all that hard work, you were here. You were at a Zeppelin concert. Yeah it didn’t seem like it, you didn’t really look the part, but you were a huge fan. You knew every song, owned every album. This was going to be the best night of your life.

Once you found your seat, you squeezed past some more people and sat down. You had on your dad’s old Led Zeppelin t shirt, tied at the bottom so it wasn’t too big, a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and full black converse. This was who you were. You didn’t get to dress this way every day. At your day job you had to dress formal and at the bar you usually were made to dress like a slut. So it was refreshing, dressing like yourself for once. As you flicked through your text messages from your friends about how jealous they were, a tall figure stood over you. When you felt his eyes on you, you looked up. He had a small grin across his lips. His eyes were what you noticed the most. They were as green as a forest. The kind you could get lost in for hours. After examining the man you wondered why he was stood above you, still staring.

“Can I help you?” you asked as politely as possible. The man chuckled and looked down at the ticket in his hand, then your seat.

“Yeah sweetheart, you can. You can give me back my seat.” He chuckled some more. His seat? You checked your ticket. Row H, Seat 634. You were sat in 633. You blushed a little and stood up, sitting down again in the seat next to the man.

“Sorry about that.” You exclaimed, playing with the collar of your shirt nervously. “I guess my excitement got me all confused or something.”

“Hey, no worries. I’m Dean.” He smiled, extending a hand for you to shake. You put yours out and grabbed his, his grip a bit tighter than expected.

“Y/N.” you replied. You swear his smile lit up the place. He was extremely attractive and charming. You both chatted for a bit. About your favourite songs and albums, other bands you liked, and what concerts you had both been to. There was still a half hour until the show and you had managed to make a new friend.

“I’m gonna go get a beer, you want one?” Dean asked as he got up from his seat. You nodded your head and he turned to walk away. Was this a dream? You are at the concert of your dreams, the perfect seat, the moment you had been waiting for. Everything was perfect and it just got better. You had met the man of your dreams. He was everything you had been looking for, and where else to find him but at a Zeppelin concert. It was like your own little fairy tale. Dean returned with your beers just as the lights went out in the stadium.

The concert will begin in fifteen minutes. A voice spoke over an intercom.

“This is it.” You said with a little bit of a girly squeal. Dean smiled as he stared at you in your excited little girl mode. “What?” you asked blushing a little as he kept staring.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before, I mean it’s pretty cool, you showing up here by yourself. You’re probably one of the only girls here that wasn’t dragged here by their boyfriend or husband.” Dean paused and chuckled as he noticed you blushing. “Where have you been my entire life?” he asked with a kind smile playing on his lips. You nervously played with the ends of your hair and giggled like a child.

“I was just about to ask you the same question.” You grinned, a light pink blush painted permanently on your cheeks. He grabbed your hand and smiled at you, melting you inside. You were so lost in his green eyed gaze that you almost didn’t notice when the band came on stage. The two of you jumped out of your seats, still holding on to each other’s hands. You and Dean shared a gaze of excitement as the band played your favourite song, Black Dog. The concert was amazing. You were right there, right next to the stage. On one side you had Robert Plant belting the soundtrack to your life, and on the other side was Dean still holding on to your hand as he sang along. The two of you sang along to every song and shouted and screamed the whole night. In the blink of an eye, the concert of a life time, the moment you had waited for all your life was over. You couldn’t have made it any better, everything about the night was perfect.

“I think this tops the cake as the best night of my life.” Dean exhaled as the two of you made your way out of the stadium.

“Mine too.” You replied. Once you got to the parking lot the two of you stopped. This was it. You didn’t want this night to end here. You weren’t ready to leave him. Not yet.

“So um… maybe I can get your number, I can call you sometime.” Dean exclaimed with a half-hearted smile. You could tell he felt the same way.

“I could do that… but I could also invite you to buy me a drink at a bar not too far from here.” You said with a devilish smile across your face. Dean smiled and grabbed a hold of your hand once again.

“Lead the way.” He said. What you didn’t realize was that the concert was just the beginning of the best night of your life.