youre ordinary

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songs to make you feel like the first + last scenes in a movie-

the beginning-  installs a feeling of determination. the sun is shining, the kid is skateboarding through the city, people are getting ready for their big day, the story is starting to paint over your screen, motivating you to get outside right after this hour and a half and do something.

the end-  the sun is setting. our hero has found happiness within themselves, as they scream out of the sunroof in a car leading to nowhere and everywhere. everything is right, and everything is warm, comforting your doubts and leaving you with a sense of hope in your ordinary life.

Tips and Advice For Aspiring Writers, Authors, and Poets

Inspiration

  • Take inspiration from your surroundings.
  • Don’t ignore the ordinary. The mundane can turn into something amazing if you shift your perspective.

  • Save all of your ideas. Store them on post it notes in a shoe box under your bed if you please, but save them. 

Be Open-Minded

  • Experiment with all aspects of writing. It’s art, after all. 
  • Don’t get stuck in the planning process. That’s the most common spot writers crash and burn on the journey to writing something meaningful.

  • Be open to changing the story you’re writing, or ditching it altogether in search of something better.

Learn

  • Get real experience. Try freelance writing gigs if you’re into that sort of thing.
  • Collaborate with other writers. 

  • Learn from successful writers. Read other people’s work and nitpick it to find the do’s and don’ts.

Be Realistic

  • Don’t write to be famous or to earn money (unless writing is your job, but in that case, I assume, it isn’t your first time doing this).
  • Practice writing, even when you’re not in a write-y mood.

  • Remember that writing is hard work, and that sometimes, it’s going to be difficult as hell to sit down and force yourself to work, but that’s part of the gig.

Chill Out

  • Try to enjoy it. Writing is fun, even if it’s your job
  • Don’t be discouraged by writer’s block. It happens to everyone, and it goes away eventually. You just have to try to work through it.
  • Reach out for help and advice when you need it. There are lots of people out there who want to help you.
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I remember being teased relentlessly throughout my childhood and my teenage life where people would say that because of my skin I’ll never be beautiful enough, they would even recommend skin bleaching products. So as a child I quickly realised that as a dark skinned girl I was not considered beautiful enough… At that time I didn’t know that it was the negativity from the people around me that was causing me to hate my skin and myself for that matter. I remember a time during school photos where a girl shouted “she’s too dark! You won’t see anything on her ID but her teeth!”, of course everyone laughed it out… And so did I…. Because I didn’t want to make it seem like I was offended… Their feelings felt more important than mine… After all growing up I was always reminded of how unlikely I was of ever being beautiful or finding someone that found my darkness beautiful…..
As a 19 year old today I sit here and say “I never gave in to skin bleaching”, “I was constantly reminded of how ugly I was but that only made me love myself even more….. I began considering myself as someone different, someone beautiful and out of the ordinary.”
Your skin no matter how dark it is that when you smile you can only see the glow of your teeth is worthy of love, your skin is that of a goddess and you should never feel anything about your skin but self love. I write this to all of the people that have gone through similar and worse, you don’t need to learn to Love your skin, the love is already there… You just gotta unleash it.

I would like to hear some stories of yours if you’ve ever gone through the same thing…. Message me on Instagram.
IG: YoungNubiie

Witch Tip

If you’re an established witch you’ve probably run into the “Good Gods Why Won’t This Paper Just Finish Burning Already” conundrum. I, too, used to suffer from the Eternal Fire of Ain’t Nobody Got Time For This, before I learned a simple, easy way of making that paper burn waaaaaaay faster.

Substitute your ordinary paper for a standard paper coffee filter. The thin material lights quickly, and burns out fast.

***always practice appropriate fire safety***

My dear german lgbt+ kids, 

Now that “marriage for all” is a big discussion in Germany, you’ll likely hear some awful things, by politicians or the people around you. 

Some people will say horrible things about why they do not support gay marriage. Please do not let them discourage you or give up hope. 

There are many people in your country (politicians and “ordinary people” alike) who support you and wholeheartedly stand with you.   

Hateful people tend to scream loud but it does not mean that they’re right. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

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In the movie, Batman starts beating The Joker and realizes that this is not your ordinary foe. The more I beat him, the more he enjoys it; and Heath was kinda egging me on, going, ‘Go on, go on, go on!’ But he was slamming himself around, and there were tiled walls inside of that set which were cracked and dented. His commitment was total.” 
Christian Bale 

The Dreamer Within You

I wear sunshine on my lips and stars on my nails. My hair is a garden of roses that blossoms in a different color every morning. I drink galaxies for breakfast and use ribbons of moonbeams sprinkled with comets as laces for my shoes. My eyelids are the wings of hummingbirds and my skin, the velvet blackness of night seasoned with stardust. My breath is the scent of wildflowers and magic. And I wear music as jewelry around my neck.
You’ve known me as the dreamer who lives within you and the creativity you lost as you grew up. I helped you discover your imaginary friends and whispered in your ear to create your own world. I replaced your ordinary eyes with kaleidoscopic diamonds and your nightmares with dreams of flying. You still see me in children: the five-year-olds who pray to the Easter bunny and the eight-year-olds who wear rose-colored contact lens, viewing the world as a big bundle of joy where everyone is happy. You wish I’d never left you when your parents fought and got a divorce or when your first love broke your heart into pieces. You think I faded inside you little by little every time your teacher said you’d never amount to anything in life or during those sleepless nights when you felt unloved and believed you no longer belonged anywhere.
You wish you could trade all your ‘growing up’ for just one more day of staying a child. To feel my soft fluttering kiss on your salty, world-weary cheeks as I lead you once again into the world you created and then abandoned. And to help you rediscover the pirate ships and treasure chests hidden in scudding masses of clouds. To just be a child again, nothing else.
You think you outgrew me when your turned thirteen when all your friends seemed more interested in their own bodies than your fairytale stories about flying imps and green-skinned witches. You let the world turn you angry, cynical and disappointed. You learnt that not all people are good and that rainbows don’t really lead to leprechauns’ pots of gold. Growing up had changed you and you blamed me for letting you down.
With every day of disbelieving, I was vanishing within you until one day I was nowhere to be found. Your head full of dreams wilted as real-life responsibilities mounted on your shoulders and left you on your knees. Soon, I became just another tattered memory you remembered occasionally on bus rides back home and sighed at.
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But one evening, you stop to look at the moon. It is deliciously glowing and hangs crescent in the sky. You casually envision a Siamese kitten sitting on the inner curve of the moon with its kinky tail waving at the stars. And just like that, you hear me laugh. That laugh you hadn’t heard for years; that laugh that still rang with innocent delight and childlike wonder.
I say to you, “Remember, I’m the dreamer within you. The bottle of rainbows in an ocean under a rainstorm. The sweet clusters of dew in a field of parched grass. You’ll never lose me, you just have to find me. But I’m always there.”

You then realize you’ve been wrong this whole time. It wasn’t me who had let you down, but yourself.

Green-Eyed Monster (Jughead x Reader Smut)

Prompt: Hey I was wondering can you make a smut one where like jughead gets jealous because you’ve been spending a lot of time with another guy for whatever reason and he confronts you about it ? Thank you so much in advance I’m like in love with your blog ❤️❤️❤️

Hi! Can I have a Jealous!Jughead Jones smut? Maybe Y/N is spending a lot of time with Archie and Jug gets jealous (duh) and shows her who she ‘belongs’ to?

A/N: Jealous Jughead is my life purpose. Hopefully I did okay on this one! Sorry it’s short! Requests are welcome.

Warnings: Jealousy? Light Smut. A few swears? 

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Green-Eyed Monster (Jughead x Reader)

It all started with Archie asking you to help him with his english paper. It was known around school that you were good at english and had a keen eye for editing so it wasn’t out of the ordinary when your ginger friend asked for your help.

You had already finished and edited your own paper as well as looking over your boyfriend, Jughead’s. So You simply shrugged and told him to meet you at the library.

After the first meeting, Archie asked you to help him with some other stuff so he could keep up his grades for football. You agreed as you’re always happy to help out a friend.

That was Monday.

You told Jughead that Arch needed help with homework and that he was welcome to come as well but he simply shrugged, walking away with a frown on his face.

It’s been a week and your boyfriend has been acting differently since you started hanging out with Archie more. You guys moved your meeting from the Library to Pop’s and Arch always offered to pay as a thank you for helping him.

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Under the Table Favours

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: SMUT!!! PUBLIC SEXUAL ACTS!!!

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Hogsmeade was quiet this afternoon, an ideal spot to squeeze in a bit of study with your best friend. You had secured a booth in the back of The Three Broomsticks, where you knew no one would bother you. Remus gave you a light smile as he placed down the two large mugs of hot cocoa, overflowing with already-melting marshmallows.

“Look who’s here.” You pointed out Sirius and James as they shared some Butterbeer together by the window. You took a long sip from the delicious drink as you watched Remus wave to his friends, you doing the same.

Remus turned back to face you, his smile widening as he let out an amused chortle.

“What?” You frowned. “Something on my face?” You wiped around your mouth, just barely missing the marshmallow fluff that had stuck to your upper lip.

“Here.” Remus said, easily snatching up the contents with his thumb. He held it out for you, and watched as you put your mouth over his finger. Remus’ heart began to hammer in his chest at the sight; your lips perfectly puckered around his thumb, humming contently as you sucked the morsel from his skin. His breath hitched as your eyes fluttered back open, leaving him with your sweet smile and a wettened thumb.

“Thanks.” You grinned innocently, lifting your mug back up to your lips. You quickly finished the warm beverage, already standing to get another. “I’ll be back.”

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The Labyrinth Finale

Originally posted by baebsaes

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU 

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 4.7k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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A/N: And here we are! 1 year and 7 months later, we have finally arrived at the final chapter of The Labyrinth. There have been countless times when I just wanted to discontinue this series and quit writing overall because of the lack of an audience, and yet I persevered because this was a story I wanted to tell and it is a work of mine I hold dear to me. But alas, more and more people started to read this massive series, and before I knew it, the reason I continued to write this series was not only for me, but also for you, my readers. So thank you so much, because YOU guys are one of the reasons why I’ve been able to learn the things that I did from writing The Labyrinth. It saddens me that this is where it all ends, but I’d like to take this time to thank you all, those from the beginning, middle, and even future, for the endless support and I love you all so very much. Without further ado, here is the final chapter of The Labyrinth! // 01/29/16 ~ 08/01/17


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So there once was this wasp that lived in a jungle. This was not your ordinary wasp though-he was smart, philosophical even. One day he finally got fed up with his repetitive, insignificant life and decided that he would leave his hive, his family, his entire close-knit wasp community and he would go out into the world and make something of himself, just like the humans do. So the wasp enrolls in school, and passes with flying colors. Remember, this is a very smart wasp. He gets his high school diploma in a little under 3 years, with a 4.0 GPA and all that snazz. After high school, believe it or not, the wasp gets accepted to Harvard. Harvard! This too proves to be no challenge for our hero, as he graduates in just two years, again a 4.0, on the Dean’s list, and all that snazz. Not to mention all the clubs and sports he was in-the newspaper, rowing, student government-and the fact that he was by far the most popular student on campus. Even his professors looked up to him.

He goes on to get two PhDs, and when he finishes his education, the wasp faces a bit of a dilemma. How does he apply his knowledge now? Where does he go from here? He decides to try out politics. After all, he was popular throughout school, did well in Harvard government. So he runs for mayor, and wins in a landslide. He greatly reforms the city, fixing virtually all its major problems. He runs for governor and again wins in a landslide. Two years later, the presidential election was coming up, and the wasp decides he might as well go for it.

Of course, he wins in the largest landslide in US presidential history. His presidency goes exceedingly well-he is loved by all parties, and has the highest approval ratings in history. He also finds the cures for cancer, AIDS, and broken hearts while in the White House. After 8 years (yes, of course he was reelected) the time has come for him to leave his office. Even his successor his saddened by the wasp’s departure, but they all know it’s what must be done. Back at his vacation home in California his first day after leaving office, the wasp looks back on his long and fruitful life. He realizes that he hasn’t been back to his hive at all since that first day he left. He suddenly feels a twang of guilt as he realizes how much he misses his parents and his little brother. So he heads back to the hive, looking more worn out than he remembers. He goes inside and greets his family, who are overjoyed at the sight of him. He talks about how his life has gone as his family listens in wonderment. Eventually he decides he is thirsty, so he decides to visit the old watering hole he remembered. Once he gets there though, there’s an extremely long line. He decides it’s worth the wait, so gets in line. One hour. Two hours. This is the slowest moving line he’s ever seen! Eventually he calculates that it could be a few days before he gets to the front of the line, so decides it’s not worth it. He decides to go get some cider to drink instead, but waddya know, another huge line of people waiting for cider! He remembers one other drinking area that never had a long line-fruit punch! So he decides to go get punch. He arrives, and lo and behold, there’s no punch line.

Not Your Ordinary White Day


Pairing: Nalu

Rating: K

Genre: Romance and fluff 

Prompts: White Day + A girl worth fighting for

Summary: It was a wedding day that ended up being quite different than how Natsu had expected it would go. Thankfully, the way it had was way better. 

Notes: Tagging @nalufever, @ff-darkshininglight, @rizzy09, @msmanga14 and @x-benihime! Happy belated White Day you guys! I hope this isn’t too bad. ^^;

He adjusted his bow for the millionth time, cursing this need for “propriety”. It may have been a special day and all, but damn was this tux uncomfortable. 

She thinks you look good in them, though,’ he reminded himself, begrudgingly.

He brought his hands up, nearly ruffling his hair - an old habit whenever he found himself even remotely uncomfortable - before he remembered that even his hair had been gelled and set in place. 

He looked back at his reflection in the mirror and saw his vibrant, spiky untamable hair. Tamed. 

With a sigh, he chose instead to adjust his too-tight collar, suddenly deeply missing the scarf that was usually there in its place, currently tucked inside his shirt. 

He was uncomfortable, and not just because of what he was wearing. He hadn’t told anyone, but this was a day he wasn’t really looking forward to. He hadn’t since the date had been decided. 

Heck, even before then.

He could see it. The decorated chapel, full of their friends and family, all brimming with joy for the couple, little flower girl Wendy, Makarov the semi-drunk Minister, the music, the food… 

Oh and Lucy. Joyful, grinning, in all-white and just beautiful. Oh, so beautiful. Even more so that usual. 

The thought created a powerful pang in his chest, one that nearly had him gasping. 

His thoughts were a mess, full of fear and doubt and a smidgen of hope, and it was smothering him. They had been doing so for days now and it only seemed to rise in a crushing crescendo now that they were at the day of the wedding.
It got to a point where he allowed his hands to ruffle his hair, a growl leaving him as he did. 

He was supposed to be happy. This was supposed to be their happy day. 

Then why was he feeling like this?

‘The answer is obvious, idiot,’ he told himself. ‘Now will you do something about it or not?’

Steeling his resolve, he looked up into his reflection and nodded to himself. He was going to do this. 

Next thing you know, he was running down the hall towards the bride’s rooms. 


“Lucy!” he exclaimed, barging into her room. Or, at least what he thought was her room, he couldn’t see her through the many women currently occupying it, all of whom were currently staring at him. 

“Natsu?” Erza gasped. “What’re you - ”

“I really need to speak with Lucy,” he urged loudly, drowning the part of him begging him to stop, that this was somehow a bad idea. 

“But Natsu, I - ”

“Let him, Erza.”

Her voice taking his side was everything he needed to hear.

Erza nodded, ushering the all the other women out of the room. Natsu watched as they left, revealing her seated before a huge dressing table. The reflection the giant mirror displayed blew every thought he was having straight out of his head. 

She. Was. Gorgeous. 

No, more than that. She was a vision. Her white dress hugged her perfectly, and with her hair pulled up in a wonderfully messy bun, her shoulders and slender neck were on show, decorated only with intricate lace.  

But more than any of that, it was the sight of her eyes, her smile - she was practically glowing with joy, and Natsu nearly gave up then and there. 

“Isn’t it inauspicious for you to be here, though?” she asked, reminding him what he had come for. 

“I think that rule applies to the groom, not the groomsmen,” he replied, still quite unable to take his eyes off her. 

He wondered if he imagined the way her back stiffened. 

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Attention everyone making Buckeye Necklaces:


Unless you are doing something really out of the ordinary with your design, you are not going to make NEARLY as much money as you think you are with these things. People will look at them and say ‘I can make that myself’ and if you’re just using pony beads a leather cord, they probably will. I will see you back in my shop this coming November with 60 receipts and 60 corresponding packages of pony beads because you wanted to get away with using a single coupon on each and every one of them. I will have to tender individual returns for each of them. You will grow more and more frustrated with yourselves, and in turn become angry with me, as you realize that we can’t just ‘compile them into one transaction.’ The line will extend behind you no matter how many people I call for backup. The manager will assume that you are trying to short-change the register. 


I can see this all happening because it happens every year and I see it happening now.


PS- they look hideous. 

The Labyrinth Chapter 1

Originally posted by baebsaes

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin || ft. all the members

Length: 2.0k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate your parents’ whereabouts. It is this fateful decision that leads you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading, as your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along.

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“That night you dreamt of entering a labyrinth, a never ending maze that seemed to have no exits. No matter how much you turned and climbed, there was no way out, but within the distance was another person who sought your help. Together, you walked through the maze, guiding each other to a hopefully brighter place.”

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