you really need to stop now

Face-timing with Peter Parker would include..

- his phone lagging for like 2 minutes

- “hello .. hello (y/n) .. (y/n) are you there??”

- its his first smartphone ever you cant blame the kid

- him not knowing the difference between facetime video and facetime audio

- waking up for school and seeing that he called you at 3 am 

- him blowing into the microphone when you pick up

- him yelling at you when you pause

- “WHEREDIDYOUGO???”

- “DAMMIT PETER IM PEEING”

- peter drops his phone alot

- he’s just rambling to himself half the time

- the type to facetime you when he’s stopping criminals

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anonymous asked:

Did you know, that the feeling of needing to squeeze something super cute really hard, is actually a defense mechanism we have. We instinctually are trying to kill it, so it stops being so super cute, since the cuteness is compromising our survival, because we lower our guard. But because our intellect is so high now, we are now fighting that instinct, because we know it won't hurt us. Thus Cuteness Aggression. I'm thinking that's what Jack is going through, the cuteness aggression.

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The Hunger Games: Catching Fire  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Stay alive.”
  • “I do. I need you.“
  • “You have to live. For them.“
  • “You promised me! You’re a liar!”
  • “Oh, now you’ve crossed the line.“
  • “I’d love to put my axe in her face.“
  • “Remember who the real enemy is.”
  • “You were dead. Your heart stopped.“
  • “I’ve never been very good at friends.“
  • “I’m really not in the mood for a lecture.”
  • “They’re holding hands. I want them dead.”
  • “You saved my life. You gave me a chance.”
  • “Oh. Finally, something I can help you with.“
  • “It’s different for you. Your family needs you.“
  • “So far, I’m not overwhelmed by our choices.“
  • “I’ll tell them you’re still making up your mind.“
  • “Fear does not work as long as there is hope.“
  • “You have been our mission from the beginning.”
  • “He can’t hurt me. There’s no one left that I love.“
  • “See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.“
  • “Eyes bright, chins up, smiles on. I’m talking to you.”
  • “I don’t want to be with anyone else in there. Just you.“
  • “You don’t have to apologize to anybody, including me.“
  • “She was too young, too gentle, and I couldn’t save her.“
  • “No, there’s more than that. You just don’t want to tell me.“
  • “I haven’t dealt in anything as common as money in years.“
  • “If you die, and I live, I’d have nothing. Nobody else that I care about.“
  • “Everybody always seems to know my secrets before I know them, myself.“
  • “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to stay here and cause all kinds of trouble.“
  • “You’ve given them an opportunity. They just have to be brave enough to take it.“
  • “I hardly know anything about you except that you’re stubborn and good with a bow.“
  • “The way the whole ‘friend’ thing works is you have to tell each other the deep stuff.“
  • “He could have killed me, but instead he showed me mercy. That’s a debt I’ll never be able to repay.”

Grunge blog reminds: Now is the time to get serious about living your ideals. How long can you afford to put off who you really want to be? Your nobler self cannot wait any longer. Put your principles into practice now. Stop the excuses and the procrastination. This is your life! You arent a child anymore. The sooner you set yourself to your spiritual program, the happier you will be. The longer you wait, the more youll be vulnerable to mediocrity and feel filled with shame and regret, because you know you are capable of better. From this instant on, vow to stop disappointing yourself. Separate yourself from the mob. Decide to be extraordinary and do what you need to do now. By Epictetus From The Art of Living: The Classical Manual on Virtue, Happiness and Effectiveness

As some of you may know I’ve been studying Professional and Creative Writing for three years now, and I’m heading into a fourth year of study for Honours, and one thing that has really stuck out for me over the past few years is how much pressure people put on you to write a story with some kind of important meaning.

This needs to stop.

There’s nothing wrong with writing a story with purpose and meaning, but when you limit yourself to writing a story around those morals, then you restrict what you can write.

Write what you want to write. 

Write stories for fun. 

Write stories with no moral messages and see what meaning other people read into it.

Write a story by focusing on the characters, the plot, the narrative, whatever; just write the story you want to tell, becasue if you limit yourself to writing around that moral message then you lose the possibility to open your text up and create depth to it by having multiple meanings and moral messages, contradictions and ideologies that your readers will hold onto and literature students will gush over.

Write what you want to write.

an ink luigi turned into a soft luigi

Interviewer: “Do you think that Keith and Lance, while starting as rivals, have started to gain more respect for one another?”

Jeremy: “The team has really become a lot more like a family at this point. They still have their bickering moments for sure but definitely have that closer bond as a family. I think that moment in season three where poor Lance is really doubting how he fits into the team with six paladins now.

He’s basically saying, “yeah, I’ll step down and let you guys do your thing.” That vulnerable moment is knowing himself and just wanting to help for the greater good even if that means he can’t do what he wants to do. That moment is great where Keith goes, “No, dude. You are super important to the team. You should stop thinking all that because we need you.” ”

me:

I really need some like, otayuri fluff in my life rn?? Like pls

•At the beach and Otabek cant swim so Yuri tries to teach him how to swim
•it turns into a giant mess tho because Yuri is apparently a really shitty teacher
•Otabek kisses his frustrations away and instead they make sand castles

•Otabek can draw?? What?? So Yuri lays down on the couch in the LEAST sexy pose and says “draw me like one of your french girls”
•Beka takes a whopping 5 minutes on it, coloring and all, and they laugh at it for 10 minutes
•Later when Yuri falls asleep during the movie at the other end of the couch, Otabek sneaks down and actually does a very nice portrait of Yuri asleep
•Yuri has them both framed in his apartment next to each other

•Yuri constantly buys shit for Beka because he has like no impluse control
•Guys this boy has like a $1,000 backpack okay dont talk to me
•Anyways one day he buys Beka this leather jacket that looks like it belongs in a Lady Gaga music video. Its a crop top jacket with studs and fringe EVERYWHERE and Yuri LOVES IT
•After mails it, like, a week later, Otabek posts a pic on instagram of him, leaning against his bike, in leather skinny jeans and the jacket with ray bands on and it goes like, viral over night. Yuri is s h o o k. Otabek texts him later like, “Oh, by the way, thanks for the jacket Babe”

Give me the boys being silly and stupid and in love p l e a s e

if you really think that by 30 (or other arbitrary age) people should stop having unusual or fun/silly interests like you have and should care only about taxes and briefcases, i hope you can cope with the fact that you’re extremely unlikely to meet that standard when you reach that age (which you will, sooner than you think)

if instead the idea is that by 30 you should be living a fuller life and you really see using tumblr (or whatever else) as incompatible with that, as a drain on your happiness and a waste of your limited time, then stop using tumblr now. live a full life now. there’s no need to put it off.

don’t postpone joy, and don’t expect yourself to become joyless. don’t count on transforming into a wildly different person in the next few years. looking down your nose at people older than you just alienates you from your own future. own your future and yourself, and be who you want to be.

Aries: Taking the easy way out was never good for you. You’re better than this town and it’s demons. I hope you know that. I hope some day you manage to see past it all.


Taurus: It’s okay that you need to cling to memories. To keep all the love letters they wrote for you. Some people will never understand. But every time you see your picture, you see so much more then just another ghost.


Gemini: Stop picking open old wounds. There’s no infection left there. You just need to let it sit and heal. Let the memory fade back into darkness.


Cancer: You can’t smoke drink or fuck your disorder away. I know you want to. But hiding behind a cloud of smoke and long sleeved hoodies


Leo: Draw your arrows. Now is not the time to just lay down and die. Get up. Get up and learn to fight again. Know that you are worth fighting for in every way possible. That you are something amazing.


Virgo :Stop going back to the places that parts of you died at, just to torture your self. You can’t keep running the knife across your skin, then wonder why you’re bleeding. It’s time to recover.


Libra: Don’t be afraid of the person you see in the mirror. Being alone just gives you time to figure out who you are underneath all of the bullshit of everyone else. Learn that spending time alone doesn’t mean being lonely.


Scorpio:It’s okay to relax every once in awhile. You can not stay on vigil 24/7. Even the best soldier has to rest. It is time to rest. To ease yourself into calm.


Sagittarius: Everything heals. You won’t need them forever. It won’t hurt forever, just for right now. This kind of pain is temporary.


Capricorn: Shrug off all their assumptions. They don’t really know what you’ve gone through. You’re not whatever their saying about you. You’re so much more then all of their bullshit rumors and lies.


Aquarius: Do what is best for you. Even if it means leaving others behind. Sometimes you have to claw yourself up from the very bottom. Sometimes you can’t have other people there with you. But it will be okay. You will be okay.


Pisces: Stop trying to run from it all. You can’t deal with it if you can’t face it. Look up and acknowledge what happened. As terrifying as it all is.as shocking and heartbreaking as it was. You will get through it.

This weeks zodiac

I play a chaotic neutral cleric, and there’s a haughty high elf wizard in my party. We’d just walked into an inn after meeting each other for the first time, and my character already doesn’t like his character.

Wizard: (to the barkeep) Do you have… a library?

Barkeep: I mean, this is a bar. I– (our DM starts laughing at himself) I’ve got a couple books back here if you… if you want…

DM: and he pulls out a trilogy of what appears to be elf erotica.

Wizard: *sighing* Are you familiar with the concept of a library?

Me: (to the DM) I’m gonna steal one of those books and replace [wizard]’s spellbook with it

DM: *laughing* okay, roll perception. (I rolled a 16 or something) Alright you notice that the barkeep has a rotation of cleaning glasses at the bar, then walking away for a minute, then coming back to the bar.

Me: Sweet, when he walks away I’m gonna steal the books.

DM: Roll stealth. (I rolled a 12) Um, okay. So with a 12, you manage to get one book, but the barkeep comes back before you can get the other two.

Me: That’s fine, I just needed the one really. Now I’m gonna swap this book for the wizard’s spellbook.

DM: (over the wizard’s OOC laughter) Okay, wizard, roll perception, and cleric roll sleight of hand. (Wizard rolls a nat 1) Holy shit. Yeah, you do it.

Wizard, OOC: This is gonna be great when we get into combat.

We left the town to go adventuring and walked for eight hours, then stopped for a long rest. I and the wizard are both high elves, so I volunteered to take “first watch” (four hours where one of us meditates while the other stands guard). Time comes up to switch watches, so wizard comes out of his meditation while I settle down to meditate.

Wizard, OOC: I pull out my spellbook to prepare my spells for the day. (The DM and I start snickering)

Wizard: What– *sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose* Who… who did this. *turns to my character* Did you see who did this?

Me, OOC: I’m pretending that I’m already meditating, but I heard him, and I’m barely stifling my laughter.

Wizard, OOC: His face is SO red right now

Predictions for what Reigen’s confession will be:
  • “I’m not really a psychic.”
  • “You’re like a son to me.”
  • “The adoption papers came in.  That’s right, I’m legally your father now.”
  • “I stole some of your takoyaki two weeks ago, and it’s been tearing me up inside!”
  • “For the first year I knew you, I thought your brother’s name was Ritz, like the cracker.”
  • “I have a crush on Serizawa, and I need your help because I’m really bad at–stop laughing, Mob, this is serious–”
  • “I’m the person who wrote that Yahoo ask about the Garfield-head/Pamela Anderson-body erotica.”
  • “I’ve been a ghost the whole time.  Y’know, like that Bruce Willis movie.”
  • “We exist within a fictional world created by a man who is insanely popular despite his lack of ‘traditional artistic talent’ and they sold body pillows with us printed on them how fucked up is that”
  • “I’m a Homestuck.”
Sweeter Than Candy

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

Prompt: i’m sick on halloween but told you to go have fun at the party anyway but instead you surprised me with a blanket fort, tons of candy and all my favourite scary movies
Word Count: 985
Rating: T
A/N: A lot of people are starting to like Steve in season 2, which I am angry about because I’ve been in love with him since the first time I saw him. But yeah, more Steve love though! Special thanks to @keithstellations for being a lifesaver.


Out of all the days that you could’ve been sick, it had to be on Halloween. You really shouldn’t have wimped out of getting a flu shot.

You sighed and sneezed, lazily slumping down on your couch surrounded by tissue boxes and uneaten sweets, while watching various trick or treaters swear at the doorstep when no came to give them candy. Unsurprisingly, the rest of your family members had their own plans on Halloween and decided to leave you. Alone. Some family, huh?

Your plan was just to keep wallowing and sulking when suddenly, the phone rang from across the room. You mentally groaned at how far away it was before pushing yourself to get up. After taking what felt like a million sluggish steps to the phone, you answered it with a snotty, “Hello?”

“Y/N? Where are you? I’ve been trying to find you everywhere,” Steve paused, and you panicked when you heard what he said next. “You didn’t forget about the party, did you?”

“It’s not that, Steve, I’m just,” you stopped to blow your nose, quickly disposing the napkin. “Sick. Like my-head’s-so-hot-I-can’t-see-straight sick. I’m really sorry.”

You heard nothing but silence on the other linefor a while, then Steve finally spoke up, panic and concern clearly audible in his tone. “You’re sick?! How come you didn’t tell me? Great, now I have to go find Dustin’s old fever kit. Wait shit, I think that’s at Max’s house. Hold on, I’m coming-”

“Steve, no! Go have fun at the party. Please. I don’t need anyone here. I’d feel better if I knew you had fun. I’ll be okay!” You pleaded, twirling the phone’s cord as you did so. You knew it would be hard to convince him, but you had to try.

“Fine. At least tell me there’s someone else with you.” You smiled, despite yourself. He really cared. But now you realized that if you told him that you were alone, surely he would come rushing over.

“Uhhh… yeah… there’s someone with me here.” Trailing off, anyone could see that you were most likely lying. “Steve…”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Steve.”

That son of a bitch hung up. Despite this, you grinned. Steve was probably, scratch that, the best boyfriend ever.

Just like he promised, you heard his car pull up to the curb several minutes later, and once again you forced yourself to get up and get the door just as he was about to ring the doorbell. Steve stood there, armed with pillows and a bunch of bags, smiling brightly at you. “Surprise.”

You rolled your eyes but let him in, watching him trudge through you humble abode while carrying what seemed like a thousand bags. Chuckling, you asked, “Are you staying the night or preparing for a war?”

Steve sighed, looking around your living room and the piles of tissues and candy. “Maybe both.”

You were about to go help him with his stuff when he quickly stopped you, leading you back to your couch. Before you could resist, he looked at you with eyes that told you it would be unwise to get up, while piling blankets on top of you to make sure you wouldn’t get away. “Nope. Not gonna happen. You need to get some rest.”

“But-”

“Y/N.” You finally gave in, but not before voicing your discomfort and mumbling how you felt like a child. He quickly rearranged your blankets, then pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Better?”

“Much better.”

From then on, you drifted in and out of sleep, often only waking up when Steve came over to change the cloth on your forehead or to check you temperature. He seemed to be hard at work on something, since you could hear his swears and attempts to get something to work. Once, you even heard him drop something, causing him to wince in pain.

Then Steve came back, carefully lulling you back awake, then took you gingerly to what he had been working on. His hand grasped yours gently, looking back to check if you were okay several times. You had to tell him you were okay a couple hundred times.

Finally, Steve opened the door to your bedroom, and you gasped, looking at him in surprise and gratitude. Your room seemed to have been transformed. There was a blanket fort in the corner, a bunch of candy lying by its side and right across from it, the television from your basement played your favourite scary movie. So that was what he was trying to carry. You smiled gleefully, turning around to embrace Steve with the warmest hug you could muster. “Did you know you’re the best boyfriend ever?”

Steve chuckled playfully, returning your hug and carrying you over to the blanket fort. “Well, I have been told that a couple times here and there.”

You huddled closer to him as he sat next to you, handing him a bowl of popcorn you found on your nightstand. He tossed it up in the air, catching it in his mouth as it fell out. You laughed, since he usually failed when he tried to do that. For a while, you both just stayed there, watching horribly made scary movies and eating candy that you probably shouldn’t be eating. You felt warm, but it wasn’t because of the sickness. It was because of Steve.

Memories

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 6k

Prompt:

He lays there, blanket pulled to his torso, eyes shut, he looks like the rest of them, and she feels her heart ache. She can’t help but notice how young he is, he can’t be any older than twenty-six, and here he lays with no one around him.

“Hi there,” Y/N whispers, bending down to height of his ear, “I’m your nurse Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N, and I’m here to take care of you. Make sure you stay healthy for when you wake up, make sure you don’t get any bed sores yeah? I’ll keep you company, keep you updated on what’s happening in the world, tell you some funny jokes, I’ll even let you in on the latest company gossip, but you gotta do me a favor,” she whispers, placing her hand on top of his. It’s a cold hand, rough, and she knows it’s supposed to feel that way, but it maker her heart ache even more. Y/N closes her eyes, taking in a shaky breath, “you have to pull through this and live, yeah? Because when you wake up, it’s going to be your turn to tell me all about yourself, yeah?”

She opens her eyes and sighs.“It’s late now, one a.m., but I’ll be back later to check in on you,” she gently brushes the hair out of his face and stands, “we’ve got a deal. You can’t fail me.”

or 

Y/N is Harry’s beautiful nurse who he can’t stop thinking about, to the point that he’s willing to give up his old memories and life to make a new one with her.


“Good morning!” Y/N sings.

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Forever?

               “No, you utter moron.” Draco snarled out in a whisper. “The instructions clearly read to add one bat spleen not two.”

               It took a lot of self-control for Harry to reign in the urge to commit murder. There were too many witnesses and Snape would probably enact revenge before he could even blink. He had thought that maybe after the war things would mellow down between the two of them, but it would seem that arguing was the only familiar action either of them could resort to.

               “If your ginormous head and ego wasn’t in the way, I might have been able to see that.”

               Draco narrowed his eyes dangerously as he wondered if Snape would look the other way if he just dunked Potter’s head in the cauldron. It would have to improve the Gryffindor’s stupidly handsome appearance. Part of him—a small part—didn’t want to fight with the brunette but the rest of him loved the normalcy to it. The simple but yet established argufy.

               “I will have you know that my ego could do with more inflation and my head is proportionate to my body.” The ‘unlike yours’ was left out but Draco felt as if his point had been met.

               That had Harry arching a lone brow. “If you inflate your ego any more than it already is, I fear what will happen to the rest of us. We will be collateral damage to your impending disaster.”

               “Salazar, I swear if you don’t start improving our potion instead of standing around like the gaping fool that you are, I will—”

               “You’ll what?” Harry interrupted, folding his arms across his chest and glaring angrily.

               “Potter, quit talking and actually participate in today’s potion.” Snape’s voice rang out, catching the rest of the class’ attention.

               Before Harry could point out that Malfoy had been talking too, the man continued with a smirk. “Ten points from Gryffindor.”

               For a brief—nearly minuscule—moment, Harry thought about telling the man exactly what he thought of his unfair treatment, but common sense kicked in and he wisely kept his mouth shut. He had also thought that the man would improve after nearly dying but of course that was just asking too much.

               It wasn’t until Snape turned around that Harry looked back to the potion. He pointedly ignored Malfoy’s smug smirk.

               “Karma; such a beautiful thing.” Draco whispered, loving the way the brunette clenched his jaw angrily. Merlin, he never felt more alive than when he was baiting Potter.

               “I fucking hate you.” Harry whispered back, shaking his head firmly when the smirk widened. He was too distracted by the Slytherin’s pretentious but perfect teeth that it wasn’t until the cauldron emitted a horrible smell that he knew a mistake had been made.

               “I deserve an Order of Merlin for having to deal with you.” Draco growled as he shoved the other boy to the side and began trying to fix whatever the idiot just did.

               “Hey!”

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The Wolf’s Domain

Words: 15, 795

Everyone writes about Werewolf!McCree, and I love it, but I tried my hand at Werewolf!Hanzo. It… got a bit out of hand.


Few ever branched into the wolf’s domain. It was not a place that wanderers could merely find themselves after a single missed turn or misread sign. This was the heart of the unsettled land, secluded, safe. People did not come here on their morning walks; beautiful as it was, it was simply not the place for man.

Few that wandered here possessed kind souls, not this distance from the beaten path through the forest. Those that meandered these grounds with a weapon in hand were only looking for trouble, and, most often, they would find it. The warnings posted at every entrance to the forest that bid travelers be wary were not decorations meant to be admired and forgotten. Those that freely disobeyed these warnings would come to regret their actions in time.


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Since some of y'all don’t read ☺

My points, simplified and clear

1)Cupcakke was on HER page, doing what she does essentially for a living, minding her own damn business

2) She made a sexual comment about Jungkook saying she wanted to fuck

3) she did NOT tag them in that post, so they probably wouldn’t have seen the shit anyway

4) SOME army and jungkook stans came to her page, and commented and sent her racial slurs, death threats, comments telling her to kill herself, body shaming, and slut shaming, which led her to leave her social media

5) That was outta pocket

6) #heartsforcupcakke is one of the hashtags that those who are not okay with the situation, like myself, are trying to trend so she can see that not all army or jungkook stans are like that

7) use the fucking hashtag

My personal opinion on this is: every army who was involved in this, is trash. And anyone who is trying to victim shame her for this, also trash. If some of you, not all since people don’t like to read, can write smuts and make sexual comments about them on general principle whenever and we don’t feel the need to threaten each other, it’s very plain to see that this whole situation was unecessary. Everyone saying “okay but they could have seen her tweet!!” Um hello? We’re not invisible to them either. They can probably see all the nasty things that come out of this fandom that pop up as well. No one gets death threats or suicidal comments for writing a smut, so she definitely didn’t deserve it over a tweet, and that’s facts. And as for the race part? Yes I do feel like there was a sense of racial bias to it. Not completely, but it was definitely there.


People don’t just say shit like that for no reason. If Tinashe had made a comment about being attracted to the boys, people would be geeked. Don’t try to tell me that there was no anti-blackness there, cuz if that were the case those comments simply wouldn’t be there.

I want this hashtag to be more spread around so we can eliminate this perspective of us being a toxic fandom, because we’re not. We have bad apples but so does every fandom, but this was too far. It doesn’t coincide with our fandom or the image or message that the boys work so hard to spread. And this is incident is making its way to other social media platforms and really popularizing, and that could hurt the boys too. Part of our fandom fucked up, and it needs to be made right. For her, for our reputation, and for the boys themselves because now since it’s becoming more talked about, they really do have a chance of seeing it and that’s going to be embarrassing and sad for them. So if you give a fuck and you’re what a real army is, apologize on behalf of our bad apples, spread the hashtag and show her some love and if you are one of those people who feel like she needs to be educated (I am not), do that. But stop trying to place blame on her when she was minding her own business on her page and our bad apples of this bunch brought the fight to her. We shouldn’t just let people think we’re bad people and the behaviour is inexcusable, point blank period.

#heartsforcupcakke