#and the first like. third to half. Jesus FUCK their relationship drama sucked

[bookwyrminspiration]

finished iron flame 👍

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

okay, y’all, i’ve gotta back on my tl;dr bullshit soapbox about something:

so, the other day, i was just mindlessly scrolling through my corporate & capitalist hellscape facebook™️ (i.e. LinkedIn) and came across this totally trite mostly bullshit meme that was shared by some corporate executive search man (whose name i decided to crop out bc eh):

so i obviously agree with the last three points on this list, bc god yes my life would’ve been a bit better if I didn’t get all my dialogue about mental health only from teen mags and horrible portrayals in teen tv shows (and also this hellsite). and hell yeah everyone, and I mean EVERYONE needs to learn that failure is okay many situations (like failing a class in uni or school) bc everyone fails at something sometimes. and dealing with failure is HARD. and time management is something that I’m pretty sure everyone lies to fuckin hell about on their resume, bc lots of people really suck at it, myself included. so yeah. that needs to be taught. and i also agree with the “how to manage your health” point. bc thats becoming ever more prevalent and important with career burn out etc.

but entrepreneurship? people management? conflict resolution? creativity? how to manage money? public speaking? like y’all. three of those ARE taught/learned in school, who the fuck wrote this meme? 

for anyone who actually paid attention in maths class, (which is probably very few people outside of the top performing classes), there WAS A WHOLE FUCKING UNIT that focuses on financial maths (in australia anyway). I ignored this unit as well as maths in general at school, bc I generally hated maths and was convinced that I was somehow never going to get a job. but i remember the gist of the overall topic and its subtopics. one subtopic teaches you how to calculate your wages in various contexts (overtime, double-time and a half, holiday payments, im pretty sure maternity leave pay was jammed in somewhere? idk if other countries would have double time & a 1/2 like australia though). another subtopic teaches you how to calculate interest on bank loans and credit rates on credit cards. a third subtopic teaches you how to calculate savings (obvs in terms of discounts in shops)....im sure there was a bit about budgeting in there somewhere? im pretty sure there were some questions were about tax payments somewhere as a subtopic enrichment exercise? but you get my gist. are these not money management skills? in some sense? like if i could find one of my old maths textbooks or old maths books i’d give an example of a question, to make my point stronger. but the problem, like i said before, is that a load of people (myself included) just zone out in maths in high school and stop trying with it. they forget what they’ve learnt, and just remember how much they hated algebra and how they’ll never use it again. maths was one hell of a fucking strong bitch, guys. but maybe i’m wrong.

creativity? excuse me? have people forgotten about art classes? drama classes? english classes? music classes? need i go on? okay don’t get me wrong, most of these classes did focus a lot on memorising quotes or facts about people (artists/writers/poets/composers/dramatists etc) or specific  periods/movements in art or theatre or literature for example.... but the amazing sculptures/paintings etc people created in art for their final projects in year 12, or even in year 10 were works of their imagination. the scripts people write in drama or maybe english (if you had a fun teacher who did a screenwriting unit, for example) are creative asf. especially in year 12 when they do their major projects, where they may produce a monologue or a short movie, and then there’s a group piece. drama students might even make their own costumes for these performances. LIKE AIN’T THAT A LOT OF CREATIVITY RIGHT THERE Y’ALL????? and english. lowly old english. THEY HAVE A WHOLE FUCKING TOPIC ON CREATIVE WRITING FOR FUCKS SAKE. the original music people might create for their final projects too in year 12? does that not count as creativity? like yes, i know a lot of these things do still have to meet bs assessment criteria (especially in catholic schools, where the main things are you don’t offend the catholic education office and jesus/god lmao) to be considered worthy of a mark for your year 12 exams. but FUCK. HOW THE FUCK AREN’T ANY OF THESE SUBJECTS COUNTED TOWARDS BEING CREATIVE???????? like fuck your corporate creative ideation or w/e bullshit, Callum. drama and english even lend themselves to improvisation in some instances, like public speaking, which is examined further, below.

next, we move on to public speaking. this shit is basically taught from the first goddamn day of “show & tell” in kindy/kindergarten, and this fucker has the gall to say that it’s not fucking taught in schools? someone call in miley cyrus/hannah montana to throw the fuck down in this motherfucking hoedown BC THIS STUPID-ASS MEME-FUCKER HAS NERVE. i hated public speaking. absolutely hated it. even though it was ironically one of the places i ended up excelling in in english classes. even when i fucked up in my english speeches with like “oh, fuck.... said nelson mandela,  i’ve seem to’ve lost my palm card. wait, shit! there it is... excuse me while i pull it out of my ass. whoops, sorry miss” *bats eyes and finger guns at my year 9 english teacher who has her head in her hands and is done with my shit, while the class laughs at my gaffe* i’d still end up with like 73% or like 26/30. it was baffling. but for people who weren’t the class clown/smart alec like i was from years 7-10 (and like i actually wasn’t once i moved schools).... public speaking is like the leading cause of anxiety, right? like by the time i got to doing speeches/presentations at uni i was having panic attacks... the thought of presenting to my classes made me fucking sick with fear and anxiety. nearly every subject i did at uni (even when i tried to avoid subs with public speaking assessments) and throughout school had some type of presentation/speech whatever you want to call it project/activity in it. even fucking SPORT/PDHPE at school and even philosophy at uni. and these fuckers are saying its not taught in schools. FUCK  OFF. like yeah, i get that they actually mean it in the professional sense.... where people can give the sappy bs motivational speeches or an insightful ted-talk worthy 20-minute presentation... or a great sales pitch. but like??? save that for mike “my dad phoned in to EY and i have a job waiting for me after uni” mcfuck in a business major or law degree? or for clubs like toastmasters? fuck. ok enough of the skills we learn in school. let’s move onto the businesslike-sounding ones of “people management”, “conflict management” and fucking “entrepreneurship”. like. what the fuck? okay in some sense people management and conflict management could potentially be used in managing friendships and relationships in your personal life. but like. i can feel the business underpinnings and i dont like it lmao. like why do you want fully functioning adults straight out of school, franklin? and there’s extra credit conflict management subjects at uni??? or at least my home uni had it... and i never did them bc they were intensive courses during summer break lol. but the one that pissed me off the most was entrepreneurship. LIKE ARE KIDS NOT FUCKING ALLOWED TO BE KIDS NOW????? well  apparently: “NO! YOU MUST ALWAYS THINK OF MONEY MAKING WAYS TO BE RICH! YOU MUST BE ENTREPRENEURIAL!!!!!! YOU MUST GENERATE BUSINESS IDEAS FROM THE TIME YOU CAN FUCKIN’ WALK!!!!! AND SPEAK!!! CHILDHOOD AND BEING A TEENAGER DON’T EXIST WORKER BEE!!!! CAPITALISM FOR ALL!!!! WORKER BEES!!! CAPITALISM IS YOUR FRIEND!!! OWN A BUSINESS BY THE TIME YOU’RE 8 YEARS OLD!” like it’s insidious asf. and it doesn’t acknowledge that most entrepreneurs are already privileged people anyway, who usually have some type of money to start off their venture (or that’s what it feels like anyway). and yeah throw all the “THIS BOY IS AN ENTREPRENEUR AT 18!!! 18!!!???? BY STARTING HIS OWN BUSINESS AT 12!!!! WHAT A CHAMP! 😁🙃” clickbait news stories at me, but i don’t fucking care. the concept and perceived over-importance and almost preaching mindset of entrepreneurship is slowly becoming insidious and toxic asf. call me paranoid. but that’s what it feels like.

but with those last three topics, i want to make a point that school curriculum’s (in australia at least, and probably worldwide) are so jam-packed already with sport (which is pointless and shitty), geography (ok how to read maps is important, but i never bothered to learned to do it properly), history, science, english etc etc etc..... that like.... where the actual fuck are the gonna jam the above bs (people management”, “conflict management” and entrepreneurship) into the curriculum???? and also teachers are already over-worked enough as it is, they don’t need another load of shitty subjects pushed onto them. and they sure asf don’t earn enough (especially in the states) to have this bs pushed into their subject schedules either. keep them at uni, where they should be. or just in the workplace/in the general public where they belong. and if people suggest that you could probably push these subjects into the year 11/12 business studies programs or elective commerce courses in years 9/10, save your goddamn breath. like i remember looking at business studies hsc papers in years 11/12 to see what they did.... and it was pretty chock-a-block anyway. and my experience of my year 9 commerce was horrible, to say the least. let kids be kids, for fucks sake. they shouldn’t have to be fully functioning adults in the workplace, by the end of high school, for fucks sake. AND ENTREPRENEURSHIP IS NOT AN ESSENTIAL SKILL????!!!! FUCK OFF WITH THAT SHIT, WILHELM. anyway. that’s my rant over about how i hate how corporate people are trying to be #relatablewiththeyouth🙃 with their shitty versions of “10 things i wish we learned in school” memes.... and failing.... without realising that this is why millennials are suspicious and cynical about meme usage by corporate people/corporations.

[attractivestiles-blog]

Why didn't you say? // Smut

Author: attractivestiles Warnings: some what smutty, so.much.fluff Words: 2436 Pairing: Stiles x Reader

“ i don’t know. I guess he’s just not ready.” I sighed to Lydia. We were currently in a rant about Stiles and his vanilla ways. I loved Stiles deeply, he was the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. The only thing bad about him that in a way he was frigid. We have been dating for around 5 months now and with the whole supernatural drama situation we have nearly had any time for ourselves. We are both seventeen. I hadn’t told Stiles that I wanted to have sex because I know he isn’t a virgin. I am though. But I was completely ready to take that step in our relationship that little bit further, I just didn’t know if he was.

“Oh honey,” Lydia started making me smile, “Trust me under all the nerdy exterior there is probably about 6 years of expertise pornagraphic sex in there” I immediately blush at the words.

“I know he’s probably great and all, but what do I do?” Lydia shut her locker and turned to look at me. I saw a glimpse of pitty in her eyes.

“Tell you what. Invite him round tonight to study, I know he has tons of homework from Harris. See what happens but don’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

“Okay. Do I tell him I am a virg-“

“Hello pretty ladies.” A very familiar voice cuts me off from my sentence and draws a grin on my face along with blotches of red.

“Hey babe” i respond. His arms wrap around my waist as I reach up on my tippy toes to place a kiss on his lips. Stiles moves one hand from my waist to the back of my neck, taking control of the kiss. I pull away with heavy eyelids only to see a lopsided grin on his face and his eyes still closed.

“What were you guys talking about?” My heart beats just that little bit faster as I quickly think of an excuse.

“Uhh homework! I have loads to do and it’s just draining me.” I say with a pout as Stiles slings his arm around my shoulder. I glance at Lydia to see her winking at me for going along with her plan.

“Hey me to! Why don’t we do it together? I’m free tonight?” He questions his eyes big and full of hope.

“Sure come round to mine say 8:30? My mums working late so it will be quieter.” Stiles grins widely before nodding and placing a chaste kiss on my lips. I grin as he waddles off and turn to face Lydia.

“What were you worried about again?”

-

i spent an extra 30 minuets in the shower tonight to shave everywhere. When I got out I put on my matching pair of black lace underwear that I knew would drive Stiles crazy. I placed some sweatpants and a tank top on over them because it’s Stiles and if everything goes to plan I won’t have my clothes on for very long anyway.

I hear Stiles pull up in his jeep at 8:30 on the dot. I glance at the window to see him running his hands through his hair almost as if he was nervous.

“Honey I’m home!” He shouts up the stairs. When my parents aren’t home he just walks in like he lives here. It’s easier that way. I giggle to myself before shouting back.

“Shut up goofball and come up here.” I hear him chuckle followed by footsteps up the stairs. He comes bombing round the corner.

“There’s my girl” He says just before throwing his books on my bed and pulling my into a passionate kiss. I run my hands through his hair tugging at some making him groan into the kiss. He quickly pulls away just so our lips were brushing against each others.

“So chemistry first?” My heart sinks but i don’t give up hope.

“Sure babe whatever you want.” He walks over to my bed making himself comfortable and grabbing his books. I stay standing in the middle of my bedroom floor thinking of what to do now.

What would Lydia Martin do?

“You okay baby?” Stiles voice breaks me out of my trance. It’s laced with concern as I turn round to face him seeing his face in the same expression. I nod before walking over to the bed before cuddling up to Stiles. He laughs through his nose softly before wrapping his arms around me. I delicious idea comes into my mind as I wiggle my butt around slightly acting as if I am trying to get comfortable. I hear his breath hitch in his throat as I apply more pressure.

“Y/N?” He asks almost breathlessly.

“Hmm?”

“What are you doing?” His hot breath on my neck sends shivers through my body making goosebumps erupt on my skin. He starts to expertly place wet kisses there making me lull my head back slightly.

“Just getting comfortable.” I say almost inaudibly but I knew he heard me. His hands move down to the inside of my thighs rubbing them softly before bringing them back up slowly to dip under the waistband on my sweat pants. His feather like touch has my core alight with a burning fire I only feel when he touches me. He softly rubs his fingertips on my bare skin slowly etching to where I needed him most. My breathing becomes shallow as he found my sweet spot on my neck making me release a small moan. I feel him smirk against my skin before tracing his fingers over my clothed heat.

“Jesus baby your so wet.” He whispers in my ear and all I can do is whimper in response. Stiles draws figures of eights on my clit before pushing my panties to one side and slipping his calloused fingers into me. My back arches against him making me grind my butt into him. He groans into my ear as my breathy pants become loud moans. He adds another finger into the mix and my breath hitches at the feeling of my walls stretching around his fingers. He takes his fingers out of my and I whine at the loss of contact he slowly lifts me off him. My body too spent from the pleasure I was just receiving to move. He toys with the waistband of my sweat pants before slowly pulling them down my legs. I grunt at his slowness and rip my tank top off my body. His eyes snap to my top half, memorising every inch of my making me blush but smile. He finishes removing my sweatpants and growls at my choice of underwear.

“Fuck you look so hot baby girl.” He places hot kisses on the inside of my thigh in a teasing manner.

“Stiles, please.” I whimper. His eyes stay glued on mine as he slides my panties down my legs before latching his mouth onto my clit. I realise a loud moan that I couldn’t contain as a delicious wave of pleasure takes my body in its hand. He places his hands on my hips roughly pushing them down to keep my still. His tongue licks a long stripe up my core before plunging his fingers into my core. His mouth takes place on my clit again and my vision turns white. I near scream his name as he keeps licking and slurping to prolong my orgasm. His finger never once stilling. White speckles accumulate my vision as he finished up and pulls his finger out of me. My chest heaves up and down desperate for air as he slowly kisses his way back up my body. His face comes level with mine as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. My jaw drops at how fucking hot he looks right now and I want nothing more then him inside me.

But there was this tiny voice in the back of my head. You’re a virgin. Each woman in my family had horrible first times as they are all extremely sensitive. A gene I yet to know if I have inherited or not. But this is Stiles he wouldn’t hurt a fly never mind his girlfriend that he said he loved on many occasions. I open my eyes to see him staring at me intently. I smile at him and reach for behind his neck to bring his lips to mine. I taste myself on him still making me moan which was swallowed by Stiles. I pull his shirt off his body and appreciate his abs and happy trial. Stiles had never been muscular but he had a lot of lean muscle. He unbuckles his belt and pushes his khakis off of his hips along with his boxers. I look down to see him pumping himself.

“Do you have condoms?” He asked and I pointed to the bedside draw. As he reached over I got a good look at what he was packing and it made my mouth water. Panic started to sink into my body about the tremendous amount of pain I was about to experience. Stiles bring me out of my third trance of the night by placing his hand on my cheek.

“Ready?” He asked huskily. I looked down to see the condom perfectly rolled on his length which was positioned between my thighs. I looked back up to a heavily breathing Stiles before nodding. He smiles as he grabs himself positioning himself at my entrance, running his tip through my folds while grunting. I look up to the ceiling at he pushes in and my eyes shut immediately at the pain. A tear rolls down my cheek as my face scrunches up. Stiles has he face buried in my neck which I was thankful for so he wouldn’t see my crying. He starts to move pulling out slowly making me wince slightly so Stiles doesn’t notice. He pushed back in again, my lip bleeding from how tightly I was biting it to keep my sobs under wraps. His heavy pants in my ears don’t help as I just want to curl up in a ball.

“Y/N, I didn’t imagine you would be this quiet, that’s wei- oh my god!” he brings his face from my neck and almost yells at my appearance. A tear stained face with blood dripping down onto my chin. “Y/N, Why didn’t you say something?” He whispers. I was about to answer when I feel something trickle down my leg along with a throbbing pain in my core. I look down and see a red liquid running down my leg. Stiles eyes follows my gaze. My heart begins beating at an extraordinary pace as my eyes start to water again. I push Stiles off of me and whimper as he pulls out again. I grab my bed sheets and make a b-line to my bathroom. I turn on the hot water and hear Stiles running to me. He enters the bathroom with his boxers back on and worry along his face. I look at him waiting for him to shout at my for not telling him I was a virgin.

“Oh baby girl.” He says bringing me into his arms and placing his head on mine. I sob into his chest as he picks me up and places me in the shower I stand and begin to wash myself still concerned by the amount on blood.

“Stiles whats happening?” I say just about loud enough to hear over the water.

“Don’t worry it’s completely normal. You popped your cherry it’s okay it happens to every girl.” He strips himself of his boxers again and climbs in the shower with me. I turn around to face him and bury my face in his chest. He grabs the soap and begins to rub it all over my body but paying close attention to my lower body. I smile at my beautiful boyfriend but I feel a peng of guilt wash over me when I remember how into it he was and he had to stop because of me. I sit down under the water flow surprising Stiles.

“I’m, I’m sorry” I whisper. He shakes his head and sends me a small smile.

“Don’t you dare apologise this is in no way your fault.” I smile at him lazily. We finish up cleaning each other and step out of the shower. Stiles grabs me a towel, wrapping it around my body tightly before grabbing one for himself. He fastens it around his waist before we walk back into my room. I put on an oversized t-shirt and a new pair of panties while cleaning up my dirty clothes and organising stiles. I grabbed Stiles a pair of pyjamas from a draw I have especially for him when he stays over. I turn around to see him stripping the bed and placing on new sheets. Once he has finished her changed into his pyjamas and we both got into bed. My head was laying on his chest as he fingers draw circles on my back with one hand and the other holding my hand, occasionally bringing it up to his mouth to place soft kisses there.

“Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?” He whispered into my hair. I sighed and sat up causing him to do the same.

“Because I was ready to take that next step. It’s just I didn’t realise it would be that painful. Plus you’re not exactly small.” He laughs through his nose again causing me to giggle. He pulls my hips towards him until I’m straddling him. “And I knew you weren’t a virgin, I actually felt kind of embarrassed I guess. I know it’s stupid cause your you and you would never laugh at me but I just felt like I-“ Stiles cut my off with his lips. My squeal being quietend by them as I lose myself in the feeling of him. He pulls back slowly before placing his forehead on mine.

“It’s okay I understand, maybe next time we can try something different you know? See what helps.” He said softly before smiling. I mimicked his smile before placing a soft kiss to his lips and laying back down. He draped his arm over my waist and pulled me back against him. Stiles nuzzled his face in my neck and placed sweet kisses there.

“Goodnight baby girl, I love you so so much.” I heard him say before I drifted off making me hum in reply and placing a lazy smile on my face.