#I am not writing a paper for school

[onaperduamedee]

What I am writing is so utterly depressing, what the hell

I am going to bed

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

a self-esteem guidebook: learning to embrace your imperfect self (1992) - kenneth a. beavers

"exploding you with my mind"

[raspberryusagi]

Me, rambling to my wife about this crackpot theory I came up with in the shower about how Les Miserables may have been an answer to The Count of Monte Cristo, or at least could be read as such: ... But then Valjean didn't personally screw Javert over like Dantes' enemies did-

My wife: Are you sure Valjean didn't screw Javert? I thought I read that on AO3 once.

[creacherkeeper]

say what you will about gender, money, time, race, borders, or any other enforced social construct ... NOTHING in the world is more made up than citation styles

[yurislotusgarden]

Congrats on 100 followers! I'm SO proud of you! Can I please request Sigma with number 1 (Reader is calling Sigma cute)?

"Your cute face, cotton"

ʚїɞ Sigma x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 528

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, pet names are used, reader’s gender is not specified

ʚїɞ UIDBVEJVU THANK YOU ANON!! Your few nice words have more meaning to me than you may think <3

“Your cuteness is making everyone stare. Stop it.”

What do you mean, love?”

Does this man really doesn’t realize how goddamn cute he’s acting!? Everyone keeps looking at him when they notice!

“I mean what I said.”

“Yeah, but what did you mean, [Name]?”

Sigma, contrary to what he thinks, was showing way more excitement than he thought, simply because you gave him the plushie you won at one of the stands at the fair you took him to.

You could see how stressed he was for the past week, and looking at the fact that everything started to calm down 2 days back, you proposed to unwind a little.

You two decided to just take a walk at first, before noticing there’s a fair nearby. At the start, you planned to get only food but upon noticing the bi-colored-haired man's gaze falling onto the multiple plushies in the many stands that were around, you decided to play the games. You promised yourself to win at least once.

For Sigma’s sake, of course.

After quite a lot of (expected) losses, you finally won one of the games. And from what you observed earlier, this one seemed to be the most rigged! Jokes on the owner for believing you can’t win.

“There’s no way you can win my game! For sure not without experience with this specific game.”

Her face was priceless upon the realization that you actually managed to win, without ever playing that game before. You wish you’d have taken a photo.

But how were you supposed to know that the adorable expression on your lover’s face is gonna attract attention?

You chose a panda plushie as your reward, Coincidentally, the colors on the panda are the 2 colors your boyfriend has as his hair, so you decided that it’s perfect.

You turned to him, raised the plushie towards him, and upon noticing his confusion, said “It’s for you, cotton. I thought you may like it.”. His face of pure happiness was worth every yen that went out of your pockets to be used on those goddamn games. The small smile he was trying to hide because he didn’t want to show how happy he was from receiving the plush, the gentle look in his eyes, the way his face softened just a tad bit more than usual around you.

Without your knowledge, some people noticed the exchange, and since they started to stare, others did too, out of curiosity. And before you realized it, there was way more people than you would like, staring at you and your boyfriend.

“I mean that people are staring at us, more specifically at you, because of your cute face, cotton.”

“HUH?!”

That was enough for Sigma to snap out of whatever daze he was in, and look around. Upon noticing all the people around the both of you, a red hue rushed to the man's face, before he grabbed your hand and dragged you away with him out of embarrassment.

“You’re really not helping your case with that blush… cutie-”

“STOP!”

He really needs to stop being this cute, your heart won’t be able to take it one day.

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

Do not copy or translate my works on/to any site

[kpforpresident]

first line fic game

tagged @dreamsaremywords, @sassymajesty, @dysco-lymonade

rules: don't reblog the first one, make a new post! look at the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any!

1. flowers in your hair : The door chimed, a cheery little note that pulled Lexa out from where she was intently reading, chin propped up in her palms.

2. Good Vibrations : Lexa is staring particularly hard at the one penis-shaped water stain in the damp ceiling, trying her absolute hardest not to eavesdrop on the couple that was standing a stone’s throw away, arguing hotly next to a hot pink, two-foot-long dildo that Lexa would hazard a guess at being at least as large around as her forearm.

3. Call Me By Your Name: The summer night Clarke met Lexa was hot and syrupy, with sunlight streaming in thick buttery ribbons through the dappled olive trees that dotted the Griffin’s family villa.

4. i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart): Eyes watering from the biting cold winds that whipped endlessly through the streets of New York, Lexa toed her shoes off as soon as she had crossed the warm threshold.

5. Can You Feel My Heart?: Slow, fat water drops trailed their way down damp cave walls, wending unsteady paths to join larger puddles quietly gathering in the uneven stone of the floor, shimmering with fading light as the last smudges of daylight scrape against the horizon.

6. deep in our bones the old songs are waking, sing them with voices of thunder and rain: The waves are towering, writhing monsters as they crash over the bow of the ship, the wooden helm creaking ominously as bitingly cold sea water gushes across the already saturated deck.

7. we were born sick, you heard them say it (take me to church): Clarke stepped into the confession booth, feeling the fancy cut glass tremble in her hand as she did so, pulling the worn cotton curtain to safely enclose her from the dark echoes of the silent, empty church pews.

8. if the silence takes you then i hope it takes me, too: Clarke shivers as the wind whips icily around her, pulling her thick black peacoat tighter to her frame as she hunches her shoulders for a brief respite from the chill.

9. House of the Rising Sun: The heat in the south isn’t like other places.

10. What the Ground Gave Us (The Maiden and the Selkie): “Lexa,” Clarke breathes, smiling into the soft skin in front of her as Lexa peppers small, loving kisses over her eyes, her nose, onto the apples of her cheeks.

tagging @butmakeitgayblog @100hearteyes @syngularitysyn a @mozz14 @talktomeinclexa & whoever wants to do it, consider yourself tagged by me [boop], esp because i think most of my tumblr friends have done this!

[aropride]

i shouldnt have to go to classes in college i should just get to lie in bed all day and they should pay me $7,000 per semester. To do this.

[triglycercule]

ok ok you dont need to threaten me here's some art ☹️☹️☹️

appreciate now while you have it because doodles are rare coming from me (only tri-yearly. i cannot doodle for the life of me its hard 🙁)

[seaglassandeelgrass]

soliciting suggestions as to songs (of a folky nature, broadly speaking) you feel might fit a playlist entitled 'The Butcher's Share; Profits and Prices: Who Makes What & What Is Paid By Whom?'

i've got eighteen so far that form a loose 'no ethical consumption-profits valued more than people-dying to make a living-luxuries underpinned by human suffering-status quo of capital-sweeping unsavoury truths under the rug-acceptable losses-outsourced exploitation' thesis

but i'm casting my net wide to other minds who might hold yet-unknown-to-myself gems

[rosieofcorona]

brb crying over my thesis feedback (in a good way)

[totopopopo]

the thing is that i am always thinking about the locked tomb. even when im not saying anything about it just know its on my mind

[leisplayhouse]

watching dementia the musical instead of doing my screenwriter responsibilities

[zugmode]

sometimes i have to remind myself that im 22 and doing school for the rest of my life. so i get super high before i work on my projects. because im 22. and thats what the 22 y/o undergrads are doing. i hate grad school.

[lesbianlenas]

so i have to keep doing this every day forever and ever…..

[studentbyday]

I knew it!! Iiiiiiii knew it!! AMA cites in order of appearance which means I need to reorder my references bc for SOME REASON zotero orders them alphabetically instead!!! (And i added more to a previous section bc i felt it made it more "complete" but now i have another citation, which disrupts ALL MY SUBSEQUENT CITATIONS, why thank you for punishing me for doing my research this way, stupid citation styling!!)

😾😾😾

ok to be fair, AMA and Vancouver citations and others like it are my favorite from a USER's perspective. it's terrible to have to write using it.

[filletedfennysnake]

they all love me for the way i get a little prosey on the canvas discussion board