time to give them their own tag

MASTERPOST: STUDYBLRS’ TRACKING HASHTAGS ✿

Heya there, it’s Aly! I’ve used all the hashtags that you’ve been giving me on this post, feel free to reblog with your own if you didn’t have time to be added on it. All the people in bold are my favs and popular ones so that small studyblrs can use them to be seen by the world. Mine is #heyaly and I check it daily so feel free to tag me everywhere I’ll be glad to check your posts!  ✿

@abby-studies-art - #abbystudiesart

@academicsapphic - #academicsapphic

@alittlecupofstudying - #alittlecupofstudying

@architstudy - #architstudy

@artofstudyblr - artofstudyblr

@athenastudying - #athenastudying

@bionctes - #ohlooklily

@bookishprocrastinator - #bookishprocrastinator

@bujoign - #bujoign

@captainhuda - #captainhuda

@ciellene - #ciellook

@createnotes - #creatingnotes

@dabiyyahwrites - #dabiyyah

@designstudy - #designstudy

@dreamsofparagraphs - #aestheticnotpathetic

@einstetic - #einstetic

@emgh - #emgh

@eminotes - #eminotes

@equaticns - #equaticns

@espressosandexams - #espressosandexams

@estudianding - #estudianding

@etudiegogh - #etudiegogh

@featherstudy - #ankalook

@filmota - #filmota

@fiveminutestudybreaks - #fiveminutestudybreaks

@flowerylatin - #flowerylatin

@foldedpaperback - #foldedpaperback

@genjistudies - #genjistudies

@ginastudy - #ginastudy

@haydenstudiesblog  #haydenstudiesblog

@heidi-and-coffee - #heidiandcoffee

@hkstudies - #hkstudies

@hockeystudies - #hockeystudies

@hstrystdyblr - #hstrystdyblr

@hufflepuffwannabe - #hufflepuffwannabe

@humanitystudent - #humanitystudent

@ii-humss-life-ii - #mabel

@impossibilityandchaos - #impossibilityandchaos

@ina-studies - #ina-studies

@intellctuals - #intellctuals

@intellectys - #intellectys

@itssilviastudies - #itssilviastudies

@jillianvsworld - #jillianvsworld

@julesandpens - #julesandpens

@kuroristudies - #kuroristudies

@lastbenchpapers - #jyolook

@lattetudes - #lattetudes

@lawandcoffee - #lawandcoffee

@legallychic - #legallychic

@lifestylestudy - #lifestylestudy

@littlestudyblrblog - #littlestudyblrblog

@lychiestudies - #lychiestudies

@magnolia-studies - #magnolia-studies

@medkip - #medkip

@melliestudies - #melliestudies

@melon-studies - #melonstudies

@mightbestudying - #mightbels

@myneurostudies - #myneurostudies

@nehrdstudies - #nehrdstudies

@nightowlreader - #123haha321studying

@peepstudies - #peepstudies

@plantsandcoffeestudyblr - #lookclara

@pre-lawblr - #sweetnothings

@procrastudiin - #procrastudiin

@pomegranatestudies - #pomegranatestudies

@positivly-sthudy - #psstudy

@psychobabblr - #psychobabblr

@rhubarbstudies - #rhubarbstudies

@roman-studies - #romanstudies

@secundastudies - #heysec

@self-inkingquill - #siquill

@shyloudhogwartians - #shyloudhogwartians

@sincerelyessie - #essiestudies

@sciencestudy - #science studies

@skiesandjournals - #skiesandjournals

@slytherinplan - #slytherinplan or #wafflestudies

@smallhandwriting - #smallhandwriting

@studiesstudy - #studiesstudy

@studiix - #studiix

@study-kid - #indigkid

@study-rosie - #studyrosestudy

@studyblr - #lookstudyblr

@studyblr2019 - #studyblr2019

@studycathryn - #studycathryn

@studyingdear - #studyingdear

@studyingpsych - #studyingpsych

@studygraycee - #studygraycee

@studyofthemoon - #studyofthemoon

@studypolarlys - #studypolarlys

@studyquill - #studyquill

@studysuccessfully - #studysuccessfully

@studythroughthepain - #studythroughthepain

@studytune - #studytune

@studywithbuttons - #studywithbuttons

@successe-s - # lookjinae 

@stvdybuddies - #stvdybuddies 

@theartof-studying - #theartof-studying 

@thesmartstudies - #thesmartstudies

@thestudyfeels - #lookheretay

@trxnquila - #studydab

@universi-tea - #universi-tea or #heyabby

@unscholar - #unscholar

@vanandlife - #van studies

@whilemirandastudies - #whilemirandastudies

@writtenrain - #writtenrain

@xvistudy - #xvistudies

The Evolution of Adrien’s Game

I binged a few eps of Miraculous Ladybug while I was sick today and ended up making a long-ass observation post about Gabriel as Hawkmoth (or maybe Mr. Kubdel, wtfk) instead of resting.  Because priorities.

Anyway, here’s something else I noticed that wedged itself into my brain and won’t leave.  Prepare for another long post. 

In “Origins”:

  • Falls in love with a person he just met (proof he’s a Disney princess)
  • Which one?  Ladybug or Marinette?  Who knows.  He gives them both the same “oh shit, I think I’m in love” look.

In “Copycat (L'Imposteur):

  • Nino invites the girls to the movies and Marinette squeals.
  • Adrien’s reaction (half startled, half “that was cute wtf?”)

In “Timebreaker (Chronogirl)”:

  • He freaking winks at Marinette after complimenting her.
  • Oh yeah, you’re smooth -_-
  • Also, you’re a pirate.  ARGH MATEY!

See how this plays out below the cut:

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What the House Vote to Repeal Obamacare Means for Planned Parenthood

Congress Is a Step Closer to Repealing the Affordable Care Act and ‘Defunding’ Planned Parenthood. Here’s What the Bill Actually Does, and How to Fight Back.

On May 4, the U.S. House voted to pass the worst bill for women’s health in a generation: the American Health Care Act (AHCA). This bill not only seeks to repeal the Affordable Care Act (ACA), but also to “defund” Planned Parenthood by blocking Medicaid patients from care at its health centers. 

As the bill heads to the Senate, here’s what it actually does — and what it doesn’t do.

What Thursday’s Vote Did NOT Do

  • It didn’t become law.
    The ACA repeal bill passed the House by a narrow margin, and now it faces an uphill battle in the Senate. We can expect more changes to the bill that will impact women’s health.
  • It didn’t close Planned Parenthood.
    All Planned Parenthood health centers are open as usual, and staff are doing what they’ve always done: getting up in the morning; opening the health center doors; and providing high-quality, affordable health care to all people who need it. That includes patients who rely on Medicaid coverage.
  • It didn’t cancel your insurance.
    The benefits of the ACA are still here for you, even if you’re 26 or younger and on your parents’ plan. In fact, the majority of people can still purchase a plan for $75 or less. If you have health care coverage, it is still in effect until there is an actual change in the law, which takes time. So, make your medical appointments, and get the care you deserve and are entitled to under the law.

What the AHCA Threatens to Do to Women’s Health

In particular, the AHCA would:

  • Take away health coverage for 24 million people

  • “Defund” Planned Parenthood by blocking people who rely on Medicaid from accessing preventive care at its health centers — including birth control, cancer screenings, and STD testing and treatment

  • Reduce access to no-cost preventive services, including birth control

  • End protections that keep insurers from charging people with pre-existing conditions unaffordable rates — allowing insurance companies to once again charge people tens of thousands of dollars a month because they had cancer

  • Impose a nationwide ban on private insurance coverage of abortion

  • Undermine Essential Health Benefits — including maternity coverage and prescription drugs, which disproportionately affect women.

  • Gut the Medicaid program, which approximately 1 in 4 women of reproductive age rely on to access no-cost, critical reproductive health care (such as birth control, lifesaving cancer screenings, and maternity care)

4 Ways to Fight Back Now

Infuriated? You’re not alone. Here are the top three ways to stand up for health care and stand with Planned Parenthood right now.

#1: Call Your Senators
This is the most important way to take action right now. Use our easy online form to call your U.S. senators. We’ll give you a script so you can tell them to protect health care and stand with Planned Parenthood.

#2: Tag Your Senators on Facebook
Do you notice when somebody tags you on Facebook? Chances are,  your answer is “yes” — and that goes for your senators, too. Our simple form automatically tags your senators and gives you time to edit the post.

#3: Tweet at Your Senators
If you have Twitter, take a moment to tweet at your senators. Our easy-to-use form automatically finds your senators’ handles. It also gives you a sample tweet if you don’t want to write your own.

#4: Tweet at Reps who Voted Against Women’s Health
Click on the link above and scroll own for our list of representatives who voted in favor of this dangerous bill. If you see your House member, tell them you will not forget that they stripped access to care — and will not forgive.


Voltron fic recs, the fourth wall

PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE

So it’s been about six months since I’ve done a fic rec list. I’ve been asked a number of times to do this and I’ve read a lot of fic in that time so uh, I guess some of these are like my greatest hits of the last half year? 

Some are very popular and some are less well-known but no less deserving of praise, so go give them all some love!

As with any rec list, please pay attention to the tags and warnings

Trouble’s Making Everything Alright - 78k (WIP); klance; Keith and Lance crash-land on a lawless, low-tech planet and become rough and tumble mercenaries, donning leather coats and gun holsters, righting wrongs (while committing a few heists of their own) and fighting to get back to their team.

you never stood a chance - 12k; klance; Lance accidentally sends Keith a gym selfie snapchat with the caption “BET YOU WANNA LICK THESE NIPS” and promptly freaks out. Turns out to be one of the best mistakes he’s ever made.

King and Reaper - 35k; klance; The story of the destruction of Earth and its aftermath, feat. questionable science in regards to weapons of mass destruction, gratuitous Star Wars references, theoretical chess games with the emperor of most of the known universe, explosions, the greatest bromance of all time, the worst romance of all time and many more things besides.

nothing’s quite as sweet - 50k; klance; Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street. When Keith finds abandoned kittens behind the store and in a panic goes to Lance for help, he kicks off a chain of events that includes kitten cuddles, coffee experimentation and a whole heap of fluff.

Foreign Scenes - 110k; klance; Lance is travelling across Europe and keeps bumping into Keith sneaking past “no trespassing” signs in an attempt to get better photograps. Basically an AU in which Lance and Keith become impromptu travel buddies and get into trouble.

You and I Collide - 55k (WIP); klance; Lance likes to sing in the shower. Keith lives in the apartment next door and the walls are not very thick. And you can bet when Lance wakes him up at 7:30 in the morning, Keith has something to say about it.

Pulsar - 31k (WIP); klance; A story about college, coming to terms with your past, being scared of your future, and running into crazy things like love somewhere in-between.

Ignorance is Bliss - 161k (WIP but almost done); klance; As it turns out, learning that your house is haunted makes the ghosts a lot more aggressive. Who knew? Ah, well. At least one of them is hot. And he’s the less-evil one, too, so that’s always a plus.

the potential of you and me - 15k; klance; The summer after freshman year of college, Lance drags Keith back to their hometown to hang out. But the two of them rarely spend time together without Hunk and Pidge around, because things had a way of getting out of hand real quick. This summer is… no different.

Deepest Shade - 40k (WIP); klance; Lance, idle middle son of the Álvarez family – shippers and traders, backbone of the galaxy, the epitome of self-made wealth – is drifting. Keith Kogane has been a thorn in Lance’s side since the day he was adopted by the powerful rival clan, but he can’t deny that Keith is incredibly attractive. A chance encounter at an Altean dinner party makes him realize the attraction might be mutual.

You once said that a step towards recovery means I’ll need to break myself into pieces, darling I’ve been trying to put my heart back together. I like to step on myself sometimes, I don’t take compliments well because I don’t think too highly of myself. When you step on the same lego piece everyday even your ego starts to melt a little. You once said that if I find someone to hold my thoughts before I hold their heart– then maybe she’s the one. Or maybe there’s no one out there, who knows, right? We can circle around this a little longer than always, but I’ll always run back to the why. Why do I want to conquer my memories? Each city that I’ve built for them inside of my head is still bright and I’ve not let a single light bulb blow out, I’m so out of it– while thoughtlessly I’ve been reaching out of my head, my heart likes to beat me to it. It says that love can only be achieved if I chase after it. You once said that I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. Do you still believe in those words? Because if I’m not cruel to myself, I could be cruel to someone else. If I read enough books, do you think I’d finally own a chapter in my own life? If I open up some more, will I close off opportunities for myself to the prospect of loving myself? And what about them? Vanity is my master and I’m a slave. It’s okay to be a little vain sometimes, right? I’ve got it in my veins, maybe I’m the only honest one. You once said that if I trip over the same rock and stub my toe a million times within a week, you’d still say it’s okay. Like falling requires gravity to bend to my whispers. Like drowning demands my lies to swim back to shore. Like dying seeps through my eyes, how can I love if all I’ve got is missing pieces? You once said that a river flows like time and if I’m out of seconds– you’ll just record your voice saying I love you until I finally get it. I remember everything that love has to offer, but never the person. I remember the feeling of infection that is affection. And if I walk alone and get hit by a car, maybe it’s just another story that I won’t write. Some words live in between the lines, I’ve been seeing dualities. Life and death is just a kiss and hug. Black and white, storms and clouds are just pears and apples. Poetry and prose likes to sound sweet, but it’s the bitter bits of me that’s suicidal. Love and hate was born from strangers, so you never knew the difference between the moon and the sun– the lightness of tomorrow likes to coat the darkness of past days. Cigarettes and lung cancer, a dance of smoke that disguises itself as stress free, do you think I’ll die healthy? Drugs and my body, which one will make me feel better if I’ve been sweating for a week? You once said that we’re spinning around in a circle just waiting for someone to stop by– grab my attention and you can have my voice, steal from my hands and you can have my poems, which hurts more to have loved or to not have loved at all? An empty silence that’s so full of itself– I can’t hear myself think inside of my own head. I’ve got file cabinets tagged under read later, but I’m a sucker for love– so I feed into it. You once said if the sky breaks into a brighter day, you’ll be there. That is wishful thinking, my favorite kind. Words can’t give meaning to our story, but we still write. You once said that it has to mean something. Every statement paused long enough for several lifetimes to become real again. It feels like such a long time, but we’re still in love with them in there somewhere. It’s buried. It’s in a coffin, but it’s there and we know it. We can hear it. We can hear it. Fuck, we can hear it. That little beating that isn’t ours, it’s always theirs. And that’s my fear, you once said that maybe that’s my fate– I’m supposed to cling onto that strand of innocence, of who I used to be, to remember what it feels like to feel, it has to mean something. Giving meaning to nothing, my favorite pastime. Giving something to someone, the only way that I’ve been living. You once said that until I learn to keep more for myself, I’ll always end up in square one– alone, but as long as I’ve got you, it’s not true, right? Some thoughts like to sleep alone, that’s not one of them. Hold onto that piece of us, the poetic storm that is joy. Keep your kindness to a burn, a stretched out sunrise screaming your name is my simmer. I know about nothing and that’s my one redeeming quality. I know that I don’t know shit, and that’s why I write like this. I know that I don’t love like I used to, and that’s why I love like this. I know that I’m not the same person from last year, and that’s why my guilt likes to trip up. I know that I’m no longer in love with her, but I can’t seem to explain the empty feeling unless I spell her name backwards under a star somewhere that I can’t touch. I know that I’m still messed up, but I’m just taking advantage of my youth. You once said some people will get over you in a week, but it’ll take you a lifetime to get over someone. If forever is a drug then I’ve overdosed. If always is a lie then I’ll take the beautiful. If never is more and a secret is sore– then I’m sorry about the words that didn’t stop, I am trying. I am always trying. You once said that if we kiss the ocean long enough, the mountains will answer. I’ve buried my love letters on the highest mountain and emptied my heart into my art. If I live long enough to spread my wings, do you think I’d still be condemned? Life is too short to live in the past, but I can’t stop asking about my what ifs. Love is too long to just be over, but I’ll just keep painting over it with a new layer of red. If you’re still reading, then I’m still writing. This yin and yang battle of ours has no meaning. Tortured souls live in the canvas and I’ve seen enough chains– I shall be unbound someday. You once said I love you– darling, that’s the only fucking truth that I believe in. You once said that soulmates aren’t always lovers– I guess it’s just you. You once said that flowers don’t just bloom, they wilt– so I guess I’m just withered. You once said that if you had your way, I’d own the universe. You don’t get it. When you became my best friend, I got it.
—  You once said

Even if you never listen to any other thing I have to say, please listen to this:

Stop disparaging your work.

No matter what form it takes, prefacing your work with phrases like, “This sucks; This is probably bad; I’m not a good writer/artist/creator but I did this anyway,” is a two-edged knife and both sides are lethal.

On the one hand, putting yourself down rots away not only any self-esteem you do have, but any you might be trying to build. If the most constant voice in your life – your own – tells you you’re awful, you’ll never be any good, why bother when so-and-so is ‘better’ or such-and-such is ‘more popular’ guess what? You’ll start believing that voice. And, chances are, you’ll stop creating anything at all, because why bother?

The other deadly edge of the knife is that if you’re putting work out there – and I see this all the time – with tags or artist’s/author’s notes that say, “This probably sucks,” or variants, many people won’t give it a chance. They will never even click the read more or the link that might let them make up their own minds because you’ve already told them it’s not worth their time. People are pretty susceptible to suggestion. If you start them off with the thought, “This is going to suck,” even those who do click that read more will be predisposed to see the flaws you’ve prepared them for and think poorly of your effort.

Stop disparaging your own work.

I know it’s hard. I do. Putting yourself out there where anyone can see and anyone can say anything is so terrifying. Creative work is personal. It often leaves us feeling particularly vulnerable. When we’re vulnerable and afraid of being hurt, we often get defensive even before anything bad has been said. A lot of the time, that defensiveness comes out as self-deprecation.

Nothing is ever perfect. Everything has flaws. That’s part of what makes each creation unique. Some people will love your work. Others won’t. That goes with the territory. Make art for the audience who’ll love you, not the ones who won’t. Above all – and I cannot stress this enough – make sure that you are part of that first audience. That starts by not putting yourself down in the instant you put yourself out there.

Creating work is challenging and scary and wonderful and brave. Letting other people see that work? Even more so. Keep working. Keep learning. Keep failing and trying and failing and trying; that’s the only way any of us learn and grow and change and get better. 

But most of all? Stop putting yourself down. You deserve better than that. Yes. You do. You really, truly do.

The A-mew-sing Sequel To Adrien’s Game

This time, there are only four episodes covered but a lot of pictures so I’m adding a “read more”…eventually.  Also, Ladybug is on Netflix!  Go watch.  Here we go with the next four eps!

The last time we left our boy Adrien, he was developing his flirting technique with the lovely Marinette.  Or not.  It’s fun to speculate though, right?  Right?!

…ANYway, let’s see how he tops the almost kiss.

 In “Darkblade” (Le Chevalier Noir):

  • Marinette decides to run against Chloe for class something-or-other
  • To the utter delight of 95% of the class
  • That’s right man, just play it cool…
  • CASUAL FINGER GUNS and AMBIGUOUS SUPPORT!!!


In “The Mime” (Le Mime):

  • Hey, I didn’t know y’all were gonna be here too lol!
  • Smooth move, dude.  Just play it off like you had NO IDEA.

Our cat son heats things up below the cut!

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anonymous asked:

Do you know of any spells for energy? Ive been low on energy for a while and I figured why not find a spell for it!

I have a [tag for “energy”] on my blog. Here are a few spells from that tag:

[Spells and Sigils for Energy Masterpost]

Friendships Can’t Last Forever

Request: “Hey I’m a big fan of your blog! If requests are open I’m hoping that if you don’t mind you could do a x reader based on the song cold by maroon five? Like the reader is jealous of Leta and Newts relationship and ruins her relationship with Newt by accident? Just really angsty stuff please ^_^”

Word Count: 2,056

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but tagging @caseoffics @red-roses-and-stories and @dont-give-a-bother

The first time you notice that creeping feeling nagging at your thoughts, you’re walking through the towering Hogwarts hallways. Other students pass by, gossiping and complaining and filling the way with other conversations that you ignore in favor of Newt’s own goofy jokes and interesting facts. His hair hangs in his face and he presses his books against his chest, knuckles white around the worn spines of his herbology textbooks. The glasses you love slip down his nose, but he doesn’t bother to adjust them as he looks at you, lips thinned in a nervous expression.

“I, erm, I was wondering if you would be fine with postponing our study time tonight.”

You frown. “You were going to help me with that potions essay.”

Newt swallows, looking at the stones under his feet as he continues forward. “Leta needs me for an emergency.” He doesn’t let you reply before launching into a further explanation. “I wouldn’t cancel if it weren’t important, but she swears up and down it is, and I don’t want her to deal with it on her own.”

He rambles on as the shadow of that nagging fear tugs at your thoughts. You feel odd, weird, like you ate something bad and it’s only just now catching up with you.

Considering yourself ridiculous, you shake the feeling off. Newt loves you. You may just be friends, but you’re best friends. He would never ruin your friendship for someone he has known only for a year.

“Newt,” you interrupt teasingly, “I think I can get through one night without seeing you. Might be a bit of a relief, actually.”

The wrinkles in his forehead smooth out as he laughs at your joke. “Glad I can make your day so easily.”

You continue talking all the way to herbology, that feeling of discomfort poking at you when Newt starts to discuss Leta’s thoughts on magical creatures.

You shove it away and try to focus on the way Newt looks at you.

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Over 200 words to use instead of ‘said’

There is nothing wrong with using the word said in written dialogue. Be careful not to treat the word said as a word to be avoided. Well written dialogue should never rely on tags such as the ones below, but should convey its own attitude. When using words instead of said, be sure you utilize them properly. For example, you cannot laugh and talk, or sneeze and talk at the same time. “That is so funny, laughed Bob,” should not be used. A person can laugh before or after they speak, but not while they speak. Think about how your character is going to speak and the emotion that they are experiencing. Think it out before you write it down. Let me give you some examples. The following sentence does not use the word said: “I hate you,” spat Bob in disgust. Now think about that sentence. Can a person spit in disgust and speak at the same time?

Watch what happens this time when I use the word said and describe Bob’s actions: “I hate you,” said Bob as he clenched his fists. His lips snarled with rage as he stormed out the room, vowing never to return.

Here is another example where the word said works just fine: “Do have some more gravy, Bob,” said Darla, spooning it out herself.

For dialogue to be effective it must appear to be realistic. The person reading your story must believe that your characters actually talk this way. You should use dialogue to reveal insights into characters, set the mood, and even to clarify plot points. I was once told that when writing dialogue, to think of it as action. Use dialogue to make something happen.

You may notice that some words on the list below cannot be used as replacements for said. These words have been added to assist you to enhance your dialogue and make it more descriptive. For example, the word “quietly” cannot be used instead of said, but it can enhance your dialogue. Ms. Maple covered her lips with her index finger until she had the attention of the entire class. “Let’s use our inside voices,” she said quietly.

Use the list below carefully and remember that there is nothing wrong with using the word said in dialogue.

  • accused
  • acknowledged
  • added
  • addressed
  • admitted
  • advised
  • affirmed
  • agreed
  • announced
  • answered
  • apologized
  • approved
  • argued
  • asked
  • asserted
  • assured
  • avowed
  • babbled
  • badgered
  • barked
  • bawled
  • beamed
  • began
  • begged
  • bellowed
  • bet
  • bickered
  • bleated
  • blurted
  • boasted
  • boomed
  • bragged
  • breathed
  • broke in
  • bubbled
  • bugged
  • burst out
  • cackled
  • called
  • cautioned
  • chatted
  • chattered
  • cheered
  • chided
  • chimed in
  • chirped
  • chittered
  • choked
  • chortled
  • chorused
  • chuckled
  • claimed
  • clarified
  • clucked
  • coaxed
  • commanded
  • commented
  • complained
  • conceded
  • concluded
  • confessed
  • confided
  • confirmed
  • congratulated
  • continued
  • convinced
  • cooed
  • corrected
  • coughed
  • countered
  • cried
  • croaked
  • crowed
  • cursed
  • dared
  • decided
  • declared
  • demanded
  • demurred
  • denied
  • described
  • disagreed
  • disclosed
  • divulged
  • doubted
  • drawled
  • dribbled
  • echoed
  • encouraged
  • ended
  • exasperated
  • exclaimed
  • explained
  • exploded
  • finished
  • fretted
  • gasped
  • gawked
  • gently
  • gibed
  • giggled
  • gloated
  • greeted
  • grimaced
  • groaned
  • growled
  • grunted
  • grumbled
  • guessed
  • gulped
  • gurgled
  • gushed
  • hinted
  • hissed
  • hollered
  • howled
  • huffed
  • hummed
  • hypothesized
  • imitated
  • implied
  • informed
  • inquired
  • insisted
  • interjected
  • interrupted
  • intoned
  • jeered
  • jested
  • jibed
  • joked
  • laughed
  • lectured
  • lied
  • lisped
  • maintained
  • marveled
  • mentioned
  • mimicked
  • moaned
  • mocked
  • motioned
  • mumbled
  • murmured
  • mused
  • muttered
  • nagged
  • nodded
  • noted
  • notified
  • objected
  • observed
  • offered
  • opined
  • ordered
  • panted
  • perplexed
  • pestered
  • piped
  • pleaded
  • pled
  • pointed out
  • pondered
  • praised
  • prayed
  • proclaimed
  • promised
  • proposed
  • protested
  • provoked
  • purred
  • put in
  • puzzled
  • quavered
  • queried
  • questioned
  • quietly
  • quipped
  • quizzed
  • quoted
  • raged
  • ranted
  • reasoned
  • reassured
  • recalled
  • reckoned
  • recounted
  • reiterated
  • related
  • remarked
  • remembered
  • reminded
  • repeated
  • replied
  • reported
  • requested
  • resounded
  • responded
  • retaliated
  • retorted
  • revealed
  • roared
  • sang
  • sassed
  • screamed
  • scoffed
  • scolded
  • shot
  • shouted
  • shrieked
  • shrilled
  • sighed
  • simpered
  • slurred
  • smiled
  • smirked
  • snapped
  • snarled
  • sneered
  • sneezed
  • snickered
  • sniffed
  • sniffled
  • snorted
  • sobbed
  • spat
  • speculated
  • spluttered
  • spoke
  • sputtered
  • squeaked
  • squealed
  • stammered
  • started
  • stated
  • stormed
  • stressed
  • stuttered
  • suggested
  • surmised
  • taunted
  • teased
  • tempted
  • tested
  • thanked
  • theorized
  • threatened
  • told
  • trilled
  • urged
  • uttered
  • volunteered
  • vowed
  • wailed
  • warned
  • went on
  • wept
  • wheezed
  • whimpered
  • whined
  • whispered
  • wondered
  • worried
  • yawned
  • yakked
  • yelled
A Different Perspective

A/N: it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I just started work and I’ve been a bit busy with Netflix 🤦🏽‍♀️ but I’m back! I’m sorry this might be a bit shitty. PLEASE SEND IN REQUESTS. xx

You set your phone down after watching the video that had gotten leaked on twitter.

Fans were tagging you in it, many were concerned, but most of them were hateful comments towards your boyfriend, Shawn.

Sighing softly, you ran your fingers through your hair as you sat down on the hotel bed.

“Oh Shawn…” you whispered softly to yourself, your fingers playing with the sheets on the bed.

Obviously, you had no clue what had really happened, but Shawn’s behavior was definitely rude from what you saw.

He was suppose to go out for some lunch with Geoff, and you had insisted that you didn’t tag along, because you could tell he just needed some time alone with a friend.

Lately, he’s been getting mobbed a lot…more than usual. These weren’t those mobs where girls just want to talk and have a simple conversation with him.

In fact, the other day, you were walking with him and 5 minutes later, you were surrounded by screaming girls. Many of them called their own friends, giving the location that you guys were in.

And no, Shawn didn’t say anything. He never did. But you knew he was somewhat pissed.

Today something made him click. It seems like all the stress and anger built up and he finally blew up.

You looked out the window from your shared room with Shawn, he should be back soon since it had been almost 2 hours since he left with Geoff.

Minutes later, you get a text from Shawn saying that he was back in the hotel.

You got up from the bed and quickly made your way to the door, you unlocked it and peeked your head out into the empty hallway.

Shawn was already walking halfway when you saw him.

Your eyes looked into his, and you saw how much he was hurting.

He obviously had seen all the comments on the video.

You shoved the room key in your back pocket and started walking towards him.

He stood still in his spot and his brown eyes started to water. He took a shaky breath as he looked down at you.

Frowning softly with concern, you took his hand in yours and squeezed it.

“Why are you crying, baby? You didn’t do anything wrong.” You spoke softly as you wiped a clear tear that streamed down his flushed cheek.

“They all think I’m a dick, Y/N! I was so mean to the guy. He just wanted a stupid autograph and I blew up. I fucked up so bad. FUCK!” He yelled as he hit the wall in the hallway.

You jumped up as your eyes widened in shock. Voices could be heard behind the walls, and soon you heard the sound of doors unlocking.

You grabbed Shawn’s arm and tugged him back quickly into your room.

“Shawn, you need to calm down. I know he pissed you off-” you began as you sat him on the edge of the bed.

“You don’t get it Y/N!” Shawn’s voice rose once again as he stood up frustrated. He pulled on his brown locks, and walked to the small bathroom, slamming the door shut.

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in. He wasn’t just mad at the guy. He was mad at himself too.

You knew he wouldn’t be coming out any time soon, and it was best to let him cool off.

After deciding to get ready for bed, you slid into your pajama shorts and a tank top.

Realize it had been an hour since Shawn locked himself up, you approached the bathroom door and gave it a knock.

“Babe? Let’s talk about what happened.” You said as you gave it another knock.

No answer.

Your hand turned the knob and you were surprised to find it unlocked.

“Shawn?” You whispered as you walked in carefully.

Your eyes immediately turned to the floor and Shawn sat there against the tub, fast asleep.

Bending down, you could see the dried up tears on his cheeks. He had cried himself to sleep.

“What am I going to do with you?” You whispered softly to yourself as your fingers ran through his hair.

You shoved Shawn’s shoulder carefully, but enough to wake him up.

His eyes slowly opened it and he looked at you exhaustingly.

“Y/N? You’re still here?” He whispered in a sleepy voice, his cheeks were flushed from the crying.

With a small chuckle, you nodded and helped him up on his feet.

“Of course I am, silly. Now come on, let’s get to bed.

After getting him back up on his feet, you two were already laying in bed. Your head was resting on his chest, and your fingers traced random patterns on his arm.

"Don’t think about it anymore, okay? I can see that you’re still tense.” You said to him softly, not sure if he was still awake.

Shawn shifted, and with the moon light peeking through the window, you saw his lightly dimmed faced.

“I’m sorry.” He said with a gentle voice, his eyes looking into yours.

Shaking your head, you squeezed his arm.

“Don’t be sorry, babe. Shit happens, but I could tell that guy was up to no good anyway. I’m proud that you stood up for yourself, but you could have handled it differently.”

Shawn nodded in agreement and he closed his eyes after processing your thoughtful words.

“I love you” you finally said, but only to have Shawn take a deep breath since he had already fallen asleep.

pidge bites her nails a lot so allura makes it her life’s mission to make pidge have long nice nails and gives her a real nice manicure, but pidge ruins it within minutes. allura tries to put bitter stuff on her nails, ties bags onto her hands, throw things at pidge each time she brought her nails close to her mouth, everything, to avoid her biting them, but in vain. then when allura finally gives up and flops down beside her, sighing about how she won’t be able to draw the green lion on her nails like she wanted to, pidge immediately jumps up and starts following allura around, begging for another chance.


part 1 / part 2

Sense8 Season One Sentence Starters
Feel free to change pronouns/descriptions/etc. appropriately!

  • “So this is how you’ve been hiding from me?”
  • “We are born into this world the same way we will leave it: alone.”
  • “I’m not sure what’ll give me more pleasure: the money, or seeing his face.”
  • “The stuff he’s talking about? It is exactly what you need.”
  • “Say one more word and I’ll colonize your face with my fist.”
  • “I can’t tell you how bad I feel even being here, because I know I shouldn’t even be asking you this, but I have no one else to turn to.”
  • “You’re scared. You needn’t be.”
  • “I don’t owe you for what you did, but you should know: I won’t ever forget it.”
  • “You have no idea what’s going on, right? So you just kind of have to let go and go with it.”
  • “You just look them right in the eye, and you lie.”
  • “This is like some crazy witch burning shit.”
  • “You cannot kill a man like that. If you want to do it right, you aim here, for the jugular.”
  • “You came back. I knew you would.” 
  • “If I wasn’t such a bad person, I would let you get on with your life.” 
  • “It’s not something you make happen; it’s something you let happen.” 
  • “I just spent the last two hours getting my ass reamed by the feds.” 
  • “There are few things that are unpleasant to me than to hear you whine.”
  • “Impossibility is a kiss away from reality.” 
  • “I’m not calling you or anyone else.” 
  • “Sometimes, violence is necessary. Violence changes things.” 
  • “You are safer there than where you were.” 
  • “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think I’d ever have to revisit this part of my life. I’m sorry.”
  • “If you guys are starting some crime fighting super team Charlie’s Angels shit, you count me in.”
  • “Legality is a bit of a moving target.”  
  • “I know I’m the bad guy.” 
  • “Fuck her in good health.” 
  • “I would never go straight.” 
  • “I’m sensing a bit of a negative vibe here.” 
  • “If you didn’t hear voices at least once, you were doing something wrong.” 
  • “Just promise me no matter what you have to do, you will not let that happen to me.” 
  • “Gods don’t give a shit about us. I speak from experience.”  
  • “Only thing I want to ruin is that smart mouth.” 
  • “Love ain’t nothing but a black hole.” 
  • “If life has taught me anything, it’s that I can take a punch.” 
  • “Not fair? This is the real fucking world. Nothing’s fucking fair.” 
  • “The idea of praying to a god to somehow influence my own fate is both primitive and terribly sad.”
  • “I don’t know what you should do. All I know is what I have to do.” 
  • “I was living in two separate worlds. And then somehow they crashed into one another. Now everything is dead.”
  • “I was afraid that if I came here I would want to die – or worse, that I wouldn’t want to.”
  • “I want to believe that the past is done with us the moment we are done with it.”
  • “What makes us ‘us’ is far less important than what makes them ‘them’.”
  • “Lying is easy. It’s what I do." 
  • "I know what you did. You will pay. I swear it!”
  • “I’m an all access kind of girl.”
  • “This is a bad place. You should not be here.”
  • “Some things in our lives are inevitable.”
  • “Crying won’t help him.”
  • “I don’t know how to use my fists, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to fight.”
  • “What kind of man betrays his own fucking family?”
  • “When I give instructions, I expect them to be followed.”
  • “You didn’t expect this, did you? Have you made a mistake?”
  • “Are you real?”
  • “You did it. You saved us.”
Shifted - Part 6, Chapter 4

Every Tuesday I’ll be posting a chapter from my brand new AU story. The premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?

Previous installments…

Part 6 - The Honeymoon

Lallybroch, Summer 1763

Chapter 4


Later that night, wrapped in blankets before Grannie MacNab’s fire, Jamie held his sleeping son close.

William’s question by the stream had startled him – but had not taken him completely by surprise. He kent well how the bairns in the village – and their parents – freely speculated about Claire and her gifts when outside of his earshot. William was a sensitive lad – of course he’d pick up on it. And unlike his sister, who would just as soon wallop anyone who said an unkind thing about her mother, William was prone to turn things over and over in his sharp wee mind before asking more about it.

Claire knew, of course. She still had trouble speaking the Gaidhlig, but she understood it just fine. And the more dimwitted tenants and villagers often forgot that she could understand their jests and insults. She usually remained close-lipped about it – though he knew it grated on her. She’d long ago made peace that she would never truly be a Highlander – though Jamie kent well that she’d lived at Lallybroch for longer than she’d ever lived in one place in her entire life, both in her time and in his.

William, brave lad, had proven himself to Jamie today. That he understood what Jamie had told him about Claire’s past – or as much of it as he felt comfortable sharing – and accepted his responsibility as a man to protect the women in his family – proved that he had the makings of a great man. He should receive an education befitting of his cleverness and status.

Another thing to bring up with Claire. Jamie wished William to study in Paris, as he had. Claire had never been too keen on the idea – but Jamie knew that as William grew older and clearly demonstrated that he’d moved beyond what the village schoolmaster could teach, the idea of sending him to Paris became more and more acceptable.

Though if he was being honest with himself – it was Brianna they should send to Paris first, to enroll at the Universite. She was of the right age, she was more than clever enough. Claire said she’d travel to Paris herself, to make sure that they’d enroll Brianna properly.

Jamie shook his head slightly and kissed the crown of his son’s head. Claire was willing to return to Paris – which she hadn’t visited since the disastrous events surrounding his duel – taking her second daughter to the place where she’d lost her first daughter. He’d send Murtagh with them, of course, as the terms of his pardon bound him to Lallybroch for another three years yet. It pained him that he couldn’t take his own daughter to the place where he’d been educated – but then again, that would give him plenty of time with William.

His son. It was still hard to believe he had a daughter, let alone a son as braw and bonny as William. He favored Claire in looks, but minded him of Murtagh in temperament.

Murtagh took his role as godfather – and foster grandfather – to the Fraser children very seriously. He’d stood in for Jamie on trips to other estates with Ian, letting William and Brianna tag along to show them what life was like beyond Lallybroch. Many a time Jamie had found William and Murtagh doing chores together, speaking quietly in the kitchen, or in the barn brushing down the horses. When William was seven, Murtagh had helped Jamie show the wee lad how to fight left-handed. And when William was nine, he’d insisted on inviting Murtagh into his parents’ bedroom to show him – with the door locked – how he’d learned to wear his Fraser kilt and plaid.

Jamie could have sworn he’d seen Murtagh swipe at his eyes on that day – though of course the stubborn man would never admit anything.

William stirred in his arms, and Jamie shushed him quietly.

William was starting to feel the pull of manhood – wanting desperately to be regarded as a man by his father and cousins, but still wanting to be held and comforted like he had when he was a wee lad. Jamie minded how he’d considered himself a true man at the ripe old age of fourteen – when his voice had changed and he’d grown half a foot in the span of one season. By that measure, William had some years to go yet. But Jamie had a feeling that William wasn’t like other boys – that one day, he’d wake up and find that he’d grown into the man he’d been all along. None of that nonsense that other lads put their parents through.

Jamie shut his eyes and held William close. Plenty of time to worry about those things. First things first – finish up Grannie MacNab’s chores in the morning, take William around to all the nearby cottages to re-introduce him to the MacNab family, and then start back for Lallybroch before nightfall. One night of sleeping in the heather, and then back home before noon the next day.

Back to Claire. His heart surged at the thought. He didna ken why, but in the past few weeks he’d felt strong, sharp pulls of desire for his wife. Even though they were an old marrit couple now – twenty years next autumn – his desire for her had never waned. Which was why it had killed him this morning, seeing her attempt to shut down and pull away from him. He needed to do more to show her just how beautiful she was to him – just how much he loved her, and enjoyed spending time with her. And making love to her, if he was being honest. Never before had she needed reassurance – but never before had they been in their forties, with growing children and the responsibilities of running an estate.

He’d ask Murtagh to mind the bairns for a few days so that he and Claire could take a small trip of their own. It didna matter where – only that they were together, away from the house and their responsibilities for a change. Like how they’d been together for those glorious three days after their wedding. Claire had told him how newlyweds in her time often took a “honeymoon” trip together – he minded how the reason she’d been in the Highlands in the first place was because she was on a second honeymoon wi’ her first husband.

That was it, then. He’d surprise her with a wee trip. Reconnect with her in the way he’d been sorely aching to. To discuss anything freely, without any interruptions. And learn and grow together, just as they had nineteen years before.

Grannie MacNab’s snores drifted through the dark from her bed on the other side of the room. Aye, he couldna finish up his chores and get back to his wife soon enough.

Adrien's Game IV: The Revenge

**Disclaimer and links to other parts of this series are at the bottom of this post.  If you see a text in bold and linked, it leads to another of my ramblings.**


You know those post-2000s remakes that give you the TMI version of a character’s back story? Yeah…y’all can blame (or thank) @luciemiddleford for giving me ideas.


In Horrificator (Revised):

  • The kids are doing a movie for REASONS and
  • Mylène and Adrien are playing the leads
  • how did they get her to agree to this btw?
  • she had to have known it was a horror movie, right?
  • RIGHT?
  • predictably, she gets scared
  • not of how handsome her lead is (which is understandable)
  • …of this
  • hey I’m not gonna judge; some people have a fear of luchadores
  • also I can tell you from personal experience that wearing a burlap sack on your head is itchy and smelly
  • …which makes Mylène’s smelly wolf song much more relevant…
  • …ANYway, Chloe opens her damn mouth
  • You know you’ve gone too far when the Sunshine Child calls you out on your bitchiness
  • Mylène is OUT you guys
  • Who’s gonna take her part?
  • Adrien: *hopeful look at Marinette*

Will Adrien finally catch a break?  Find out after the cut…

Keep reading

Ok do you wanna know why Raw ratings aren’t doing well? Because WWE ain’t booking this story:

• Anderson and Gallows start to bully Seth Rollins for some stupid reason for a couple of weeks; Seth asks for a handicap match against them because he thinks he can do it on his own, but he loses badly at the point that he realises that he needs help
• So Angle convinces him that he must find a partner, and in this moment, when they look at each other like WHO THE HELL CAN BE MY/YOUR PARTNER, the camera shifts to the left and Dean Ambrose pops outta nowhere with his sexy motherfucker grin; he knows he would be the best choice and so he asks for something in return, but he eventually accepts to be Seth’s partner *cough cough* to face the Club
• Follows a period in which, along with this enemies-to-lovers very gay storyline between them two, they keep going on with the feud against Anderson and Gallows: at the beginning they still won’t trust each other, but with time they’ll find back their old chemistry as a tag team and their friendship, and eventually they’ll show their opponents their superiority with a considerable win strike
• At this point Gallows and Anderson can’t do anything else but running to Finn Balor and ask him to reform the Bullet Club, to prevail on Team Ambrollins; Balor is busy in a feud with Roman Reigns atm, but a series of coincidences makes Strowman return to chase Roman, and at the same time brings Dean and/or Seth to have a misunderstanding with Finn, who will make his heel turn and will join his ex comrades to reform the (Bullet)Club
• Team Ambrollins will face bravely this evil tag team on their own, but the Demon King and his henchmen now are too strong, and Summerslam is coming: there’s only one man who can help them to destroy the Club.
• Reigns has defeated Strowman, and Dean and Seth finally get to ask him to join again their forces, but the Big Dog is so done with everyone and everything that he doesn’t give a shit anymore of the good ol’ glory days with the Shield and eventually tells his ex brothers to go fuck themselves as the Iron Sheik would say
• Summerslam: Dean and Seth have found a temporary partner in Elias Samson who accepted to be the third wheel (lmao) but of course Gallows and Anderson knock him out before the match, so that Team Ambrollins is lacking of one man again; the match is about to be cancelled when a familiar scratch hits, followed by the words SIERRA HOTEL INDIA ECHO LIMA DELTA. SHIELD. and of course by Roman’s theme that is also the old Shield theme: Roman steps to the ring from the bleachers like he used to, and the three brothers are finally fighting together again. In this way Reigns will get back to what he had begun with Finn and blahblahblah amazing Summerslam match and hell of a feud for the months to come
• Bonus plot twist: Summerslam is a multibrand ppv so someway somehow AJ Styles manages to interfere in the match: will he be decisive to defeat the Shield, or will he be a pain in the ass to his old comrades? Will he help the evil team or will he fight against Balor for the leadership of the Club?

Book this shit WWE, book it or I won’t ever forgive you.
Some things I have learned from fandom over the years:

1) Sex!

…no, really. So much sex.

Everywhere. In every conceivable position. Using the whole chicken.

2) Sometimes you are going to inadvertently upset people. Their response may be reasonable or it may be blown out of proportion. Anger does not mean someone is right to feel outraged or hurt. It also doesn’t automatically mean that they are wrong. 

Pay attention to content. Recognize that you may be in the wrong here. Remember that you deserve better than to be abused. Try to find a middle line that values the worth of everyone involved. Listen to what they have to say, make amends where you can, but don’t allow it to eat away at you and recognize that there’s nothing wrong with drawing a line and walking away to protect your own sanity. 

3) Obsession. You’re my obsession. Who do you want me to be… Wow, people will find all sorts of ways to twist characters around and get them together. 

Mortal enemies? Family members? Friend in deeply committed monogamous relationship with someone else? Family pets? Clearly meant to be. 

Are those two species even compatible? How could you even ask such a question? They’re meant to be! 

How did you even fit those two fandoms into the same universe? I don’t know, but I’m impressed. And a little bit weirded out. 

4) Sometimes others will upset you. Take a deep breath. Remember there is someone else on the other side of the computer. Consider your options before jumping in. The internet gives you the luxury of time to think before you respond. Take advantage of that.

6) Your fandom is not my fandom, but your fandom’s okay.

7) Everyone has the right to control their own internet experience. There is nothing wrong with requesting content warnings. Many people are happy to provide them in hopes of creating a safer environment.

There is also nothing wrong with someone refusing to provide content warnings. Sometimes they’re too much work or it’s difficult to remember things. Sometimes one doesn’t know how to discern what it is one is meant to be tagging. Sometimes one just doesn’t want to. There’s no burden of responsibility requiring that any given part of the internet is a safe space.

Even within areas that do encourage tagging and trigger warnings, there’s no perfect system ensuring that things won’t slip through the loop. There will be times when it is your job to decide for yourself whether it’s worth it to leap into the unknown and take your own risks. You always have the freedom to back out of corners of the internet that make you feel uncomfortable.

8) You know that one weird, perverted story you’re ashamed to admit you ever read, much less enjoyed enough to bookmark and download and go back to over and over again? You’re not the only one who read it, you’re not the only one who loved it, and you may suddenly find yourself in a room full of people all exclaiming how marvelous it is. It’s a good feeling.

9) Sometimes people will make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe. The block button isn’t hugely helpful against full on stalkers, but it can certainly create a helpful barrier between you and the person who implied that you hugging a friend platonically is on order of molesting a child. Hypothetically speaking, of course.

10) “This story has been deleted,” may be some of the most tragic words you have ever seen.

Peeps, man.

Request: who the fuck put peeps in the microwave *confused af* *giggles from the pantry* (Sam or jared obvi) This should be a one shot 

A/N: Did I just write nearly 1000 words about Sam Winchester and peeps? Yes. Do I regret it? Absolutely not. 

Note: This is COLLEGE SAM not current. 


You had arrived home late from your shift at work, assuming Sam would be asleep and you could sneak inside unnoticed. However, when you shut the front door behind you and stepped inside, a cringe worthy bang was heard from the kitchen. You knew he had gone out with his friends, and they had most certainly been drinking in celebration of the 100% he had just received on an assignment. Normally, you would have accompanied him, and you had to admit you were slightly disappointed you didn’t get to see him in a drunken state. Your luck was changing however, as you slowly entered the kitchen to see Sam fumbling with the microwave. He was wearing a loose t-shirt and pajama shorts, his quickly growing hair tucked behind his ears. You stood in the doorway for a moment, simply observing, before you announced your presence. 

“Hey Sam.” You smirked, and Sam spun around, face flushed and eyes glinting with something a little more than just excitement. 

“Heyy.” He exclaimed, stepping away from the microwave and towards you. You frowned at the appliance, looking back and forth between the counter and Sam, now leaning against the island in the middle of the room. You stepped forward hesitantly, frowning in slight fear. You reached the microwave and pulled open the door, poking your head forward to inspect the insides. A sticky pink substance was coated all on the walls, and instantly you recognized the smell.

“Who. The fuck. Put. Peeps. In the microwave?” 

You stuttered, shaking your head in silent laughter. Sam let out a hearty guffaw and stepped towards you with his hands up in pointless surrender. The glint in his eye and the grin spread across his face gave it all away. That, and he was the only one home. Sam’s cheeks were flushed pink, and he looked almost the happiest you had ever seen him. Your heart melted, ecstatic at seeing him so amused, even in a drunken state. You slowly shut the microwave door, maintaining eye contact, and crossed your arms across your chest. Sam swayed slightly on his feet, and you reached out to steady him. You never got too far though, because Sam threw his body around yours and enveloped you in a huge bear hug. You giggled into his chest as he squeezed you tight and nuzzled his head on top of yours. 

“Kinda can’t breathe.” You murmured, honestly not bothered by the suffocation via Sam’s sturdy chest. Sam’s grip loosened, and in an instant he was on his knees, arms still wrapped around your waist. The only problem was, now his head was resting directly on your cleavage. You giggled as his soft hair tickled your skin, and you basked in the moment, placing your own hands on his back.  Sam didn’t move for a solid few minutes, and you began to worry that he would fall asleep on you. 

“Er, Sam, what’re you doin?” You queried. Sam lifted his head slowly and made eye contact. 

“I dunno. You’re warm. And soft. And you smell good.” Sam paused for a moment, and you saw the wheels turning in his brain. His eyes lit up childishly, and his face was once again graced with a cheeky smirk.

 “Like a peep.”

“Did you just compare me to a fucking peep?”

“Yep.” Sam confirmed, his head swaying drunkenly with a cheesy smile plastered on his face.

“We should get you to bed. You’re gonna have a killer headache tomorrow.” You exclaimed, breaking up the adorable mood with the harsh reality. You just didn’t want to deal with drunk Sam for much longer, as you knew from experience, after clingy came downright annoying. Sam shut his eyes and groaned, obviously not wanting to move. 

“Well I ain’t going to carry you.” You sighed, trying to resist smiling back at the goofy little boy still clinging to your body. 

“Fiiinnnneee.” Sam drawled, detaching his arms and pulling himself to a standing position.


The instant Sam reached his bed, he collapsed face first onto it, seemingly not caring about comfort. You raised an eyebrow as you looked down at him, almost resembling a dead fish. His body took up the whole length of the bed, and you subconsciously wondered if his feet hung off the end. You flicked the light switch off and took one last look at your sleeping roommate, and began to turn around to leave the room.

“Stay.” Sam mumbled, voice muffled by his pillow. You stopped in your tracks and spun back around to look at him. Smiling, you stepped forwards and plonked down on the edge of his bed, planning to wait until he fell asleep. Considering the fact that his breathing had already slowed, you didn’t think it’d be long.

 “What are you doing?’ Sam groaned. 

“What do you mean?” You giggled, your hand resting atop the bed covers. 

“Closer.” Sam mumbled, and flipped his whole body around onto his back. His eyes still shut, he held out a hand. You reached forward and grasped his hand in yours, and within a second, Sam had wrenched your body into the middle of the bed next to him. His eyes flickered open and he reached forward, grasping your waist for the second time that evening and pulling you close to his body. You obliged happily, cuddling into his frame and placing your hands on his chest as it rose and fell delicately. A soft whisper escaped his lips as they curved upwards into a smile. The words were slurred and almost incoherent, but you just managed to catch them. 

“Love you, peep.” And with that, Sam’s eyes flickered closed and he snuggled closer into your side, finally giving into his body’s demand for sleep. 

“Love you too, peep.” You replied deliriously. Your own eyes began to fight consciousness at the combination of affection and body heat, and you joined Sam in his slumber.


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“Cat adams didn’t count on one thing….spencer had…an ace so to speak…cat has her game…but what if someone else had a game…a better game…one she couldn’t win…a game of psychological….mind games…..cat wats spencer…she thinks she won…but…the game ends…..with her…”


“Lets play another game cat….now i can’t play this time but…someone very close to me can”

“So cat…lets play….new rules…new player…same game”

“You counted every thing down to spencer being in mexico…down to having lindsay say she was maeve….everything to make spencer give in…but you didn’t count one thing….lets set the time to…2 minutes…2 minutes before i start my game…lets play cat”

*so dumb story idea i will one day let spill from my brain. So cat is a psychopath, games are fun…what if the spencer has his own game…in the form of the reader….an ace if you will…someone to match or beat cats game…any way tagging my favs to see what they think all pf them you should follow and love cause they be the best. @dontshootmespence @just-a-random-fandom-24 @maybe-mikala *

This is super rushed and probably makes no sense but I am too annoyed to care right now.

I am officially done with the hate in the Marcel Gerard tag. If you wanna spout your annoying little feelings for him, tag your shit appropriately.

For all you people hating on Marcel because of Klaus… You know why Klaus felt guilty over what happened to Davina? Think about it; this is a man who has shown little to no regard to other’s feelings and the consequences of his own actions but he felt guilt over something he didn’t do? It’s because he is partially responsible! He is not entirely blameless or innocent and he knows it.

I know, i know, Klaus wanted to help Davina and i get that. That is so great - good for you Klaus for stepping up as a dad to Marcel for once in your freaking life. Ultimately I do feel/know it’s Elijah, Freya, and Kol’s fault for Davina’s death and the failure to bring her back and those three deserved their punishment, but everything that happened was also an effect of Klaus’ actions.

They couldn’t save Davina because they had to use her to take down an enemy that Klaus created . [EDIT] KLAUS DIDN’T KILL DAVINA BUT HE WAS PART OF THE REASON SHE WASN’T BROUGHT BACK.

And besides, whether or not Klaus was responsible, Marcel wanted to get revenge for Davina and Klaus would never willingly let Marcel hurt his siblings. BECAUSE MARCEL IS ONLY EVER A MIKAELSON WHEN IT IS CONVENIENT TO THE MIKAELSONS.

I want to make it known that I am not a Klaus hater. Nor do I hate Kol, Elijah, or Freya. I do despise the hypocrisy of Elijah at times but he’s a good character otherwise. I hate what they did. I hate that they put the life of an 18 (19?) year old below the life of people who have been living for a thousand years. But of course them deciding that maybe they should give a teenager the chance to live the rest of her life at the cost of their own would be too ooc so I can’t even complain about it too much.

Back to my point - stop tagging your Marcel hate in the Marcel tag!