#emreads

[faircastle]

favorite moiraine is internally spoiled, prissy princess moiraine. like, she doesn't complain out loud (partly bc that would be rude and unbecoming) but damn if she doesn't think that the people are behaving like commoners and that the white tower chambers are cold and all the time her modesty gets compromised she bought herself a horse to celebrate graduation and siuan wouldn't let her get her a horse too 🙄 not to mention that she couldn't bear to wear only white clothes for a DAY longer than necessary

no matter what else she can do, she'll also always be a rich girl who is outraged that other noblewomen are acting beneath their station 🧐

[emwritesstuff]

This was soooo good!!!! I love how Kaz is still Kaz even if he got bold with the touching. It made me want more, ugh.

“I might lose my restraint in holding back." - and what about it, Kaz???

Cause it’s you

a/n what the hell is it with Kazzle Dazzle that always makes me write a full ass story inside of a simple little blurb… chokehold.

request: kaz brekker x reader one bed trope on a heist 🙏🙏

warning: blood, injuries, touch aversion, one bed.

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Kaz was tired. Bone deep tired. That kind of tired that made you drag your legs through the pavement. His cane was taking most of his weight tonight, and truthfully, Kaz was ready for the day to end. And end as soon as possible. “So… Who’s going in to buy the rooms?” Jesper let out a painful breath. His ribs had to be black and blue by now. He did cover for most of the team during the job, and the way he was leaning on Wylan clearly showed that the adrenaline was wearing off.

“I would, but if I moved even the slightest, they would see blood all over my dress," Nina’s sugary, venomous voice shouted as she glared at Kaz, clearly still annoyed that her perfect dress, not to mention that Kaz bought the said dress, was ruined because of the job gone slightly wrong. Inej didn’t even move from her shadows. She and Kaz had a falling out while the pack trotted through the damp streets, and neither wanted to let go of their grudges.

“I’ve got it, guys," you said softly, catching everyone’s attention. “We all need a hot bath and a good night's sleep." You rested your hand on Nina’s shoulder as you peeked out of the alley. “Flirt your way through it," Jesper whispered. “Get us extra perks, please." The rest of the team snickered quietly.

You were about to respond when Kaz’s cane blocked your way. “No one is flirting, and you’re not going alone." His voice was way sharper than he usually used when he was talking to you. “I can handle myself, boss," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “Yeah, but a lady alone in the shithole like this... Would be too suspicious," Kaz breathed, stepping out and looking back at you.

A couple of hours later, you were finally drying your hands after patching everyone up. Girls had jumped into sharing a room and had walked you out while wiggling eyebrows that you greeted with a middle finger. Wylan was, of course, sharing with Jasper, who had been complaining about the single beds ever since he stepped foot into the room, so you had helped Wylan push them against one another.

It’s not like you hadn’t shared rooms with Kaz. You two grew up together in the slums. You were the one to pull him out of the water when he finally floated to the shore. He had his ever-going addenda of pushing you away ever since, but you had always stuck around. You had always tried to be his voice of reason. "Shit," you muttered once you flicked the light on. “No, no, no," you breathed out, rushing forward. This had to be a joke. What were the odds of getting three rooms and one of them having a double bed? Maybe you could pull them apart; maybe there were two. You yanked the duvet covers off. Fingers searching for a split in the mattress.

“What did that poor bed do to you?" A voice from behind you startled you, making you lose your footing and go face-first into the covers. “Great now, street grime is all over the sheets," he grumbled. “Well, if you weren’t sneaking behind my back, this wouldn’t have happened," you huffed, climbing off the plush sheets. “It’s my room," Kaz breathed out. Your gaze found him as you narrowed your eyes, “Our room, you mean?”.

He held your gaze. Strong. Unmoving. “I’ll take the chair," he muttered under his breath, stepping deeper into the room and starting to undo his jacket. “Like hell you will, your legs will be killing you tomorrow," you huffed, bending to undo your shoes. “And your shoulder won’t?”, Kaz huffed. “Speaking of which," his movements halted as he turned to face you. “Stand up and undo your shirt," he motioned with his hand. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Kaz Brekker, you’re trying to get me naked?”, you teased. Kaz simply tilted his head to the side, his face emotionless. Before he stepped closer, “You have two choices," he said quietly. “Enlighten me," you muttered under your breath. “You take it off willingly, or I will cut it off your body." You could feel his breath on your skin, making a shiver run down your back. “It’s nothing," you breathed. “Prove it," he dared you.

You held his gaze in silence. You knew that it was probably more than bad. You could barely lift your hand, and your shoulder blade was throbbing. It was almost funny how not the fact that you had to strip in front of him made you anxious but the fact that he would see you weak. You hated being vulnerable. When you finally clawed out of the street, you had sworn to never be vulnerable again. And Kaz hated weak investments. He didn’t do deals that weren’t beneficial to him. And now you...

You felt the cold metal tip of his cane slip between the two buttons right in between your breasts. "Hey," you jerked back, turning away from him. “Show me that fucking shoulder, YN," Kaz practically growled. “Or, I’ll...”. But he didn’t get to finish as your hands clumsily moved to undo the handful of buttons until you were practically panting from the panic cursing through your veins. Turning back to him, you yanked the dirty fabric from your body. "Happy," you hissed.

Kaz clenched his jaw. He didn’t even allow himself to blink as he looked at the crusted, angrily red cut and a handful of bruises littering your skin. He forced himself to put them all into his memory. Because this was all his doing. All his games had gotten you hurt. “Wipe those fucking tears off your cheeks," he huffed harshly. Too harshly, and he hated himself for it. But he couldn’t. Physically couldn’t watch you cry. It felt as if someone was carving out his chest. Your shaky hands clumsily wiped the damp patches beneath your eyes.

“You got out. We both did," Kaz muttered because he knew the demons that were clouding your brain now. He had met them too. You nodded. Wrapping your hands around your torso, it only just now hit him that you were standing in front of him topless. Kaz turned around so quickly that he nearly gave himself a whiplash before muttering, “Go, take a bath.”.

Your fingers were crinkling from the time you had spent laying in that hot water. You had hurried off the moment Kaz dismissed you. You knew he would never take advantage of you. And that bodies in general made him uncomfortable, but the way he had turned away from you. As if you were the most ugly creature that he had seen. Now your only salvation was that he might just be asleep by the time you stepped out of the bathroom.

Kaz, however, was far from sleeping. He had lost count of how many times he had walked up to the bathroom door to listen that you were still rustling around. He had lost his jacket and gloves. His hair was messy from all the pulling he has done. The slow turning of the key made him look up. Your hair was done up and still damp. Feet bare. You looked so small, like this. And that deep desire to keep you safe shifted gears without him even realizing it.

“You’re not asleep," you muttered, barely meeting his eyes. “It looks like I’m not," Kaz said quietly. There was no one else whom Kaz trusted the way he trusted you, yet here you two were as if you hadn’t spent the majority of your lives together. “Did you fix your shoulder?” Kaz asked, clearly stalling. You nodded, and he followed suit. “Then get into bed," "Kaz," you huffed. “I didn’t ask," he said, narrowing his eyes at you. You wanted to fight him, but you simply didn’t have enough energy to do so, “And you?”.

You saw something glistening in his eyes for a heartbeat before he swallowed, “I..." and let out a labored breath. “You can also lay down," you muttered. “I will keep to my side; we can put pillows in between." There was a note of hopefulness in your voice. One that held Kaz in a chokehold. “Lay down, woman," he said through gritted teeth. But you caught it. There was that part of him that he hid. So you wasted no time, doing right as he said.

He watched your every move. Watched your frame disappear between the sheets. Only then did Kaz step closer, his breathing hitching in his chest. The tide was rising. threatening to swallow him whole. “Kaz...”, and here it was with that same velvety voice. One that always pulled him right out. Chasing away all of his fears. He blinked a couple of times only to meet your beautiful eyes looking right at him.

“Close your eyes," he breathed, making you frown. “I didn’t know that you getting into bed was such a big secret," you teased. Kaz felt the corners of his lips turning upwards. "Smartass," he whispered under his breath as he swung his legs over the mattress. And for some reason, this didn’t feel too bad. It didn’t seem all that scary now that he was in bed. With you. You. It was because of you. Kaz turned his head to the side, watching you watch him. And for the first time, he let himself look. Not only look, actually see you. And fuck if you weren’t the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“You’re okay?”, you muttered, your fingers slowly moving toward the center of the bed. Kaz watched them getting closer, but he didn’t feel like stopping you. “When am I not okay when I’m with you?" A light gasp left your lips at his words, your lips disappearing between your teeth. “Don’t do that," he grumbled, his fingers only lifting and grazing yours, and you instantly pulled them away. Not wanting to cross his boundaries. "Sorry," you shook your head. “Not your fingers," Kaz protested. “Your lip," he pointed out, making you frown. “What about it?” You brushed your fingers over it, trying to see if you had bitten too hard and drawn blood. “Because if you’ll continue to do it, I’ll...", Kaz swallowed. “I might lose my restraint in holding back." And then he reached out, his shaky fingers brushing over your plump lips. It took all the self-control you had to not whimper at the touch. Savoring the way his fingers felt, you only let your eyes close for a second, and then there was nothing. As if you had imagined it. You had barely caught Kaz practically jumping out of bed. Reaching for his jacket and cane. "Kaz," you breathed, pushing the covers off your body. But your plea was met with a slam of the door.

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[sunnysidevans]

you strike again ma’am. This one was insanely good, as always.

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— bodyguard! bucky barnes x popstar! reader

summary || you cannot resist your mysterious, grumpy and sexy bodyguard, Bucky Barnes. (bodyguard au)

warnings || unprotected sex. car sex. dom/sub undertones. fingering. dirty talk. petname (princess). pining. PWP. — MINORS DNI

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The glitter on your eyelids and the sweat dripping off your forehead sparkled in the focus of bright lights as you bent down for a final bow.

The audience roared rowdily as you as you waved them goodbye and walked away from their eyes and into the darkness of the backstage.

You shut off your mic and discarded all the wires on your body before starting to jump around in excitement. “It was amazing! Everyone loved it!” Wanda, your manager, clapped with exhilaration.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Wan, I can’t believe this!” You hugged her tightly and you were both jumping on the spot with excitement.

“I knew you’d do it! I just knew!” Wanda wasn’t just your manager but your best friend and confidante too. And when no one else had believed in you, she had.

This wasn’t your very first concert, but still every concert for you was just as important. The thrill of singing in front of the mob of people who loved you was better than any drug.

“Come on! Let’s get you into the car before they come swarming in.” Fame came with pros and cons. The love of your fans was both, a pro and a con.

Sometimes it got a little too much and people forgot you were a real human with emotions rather than a part of your their fantasy.

You nodded to Wanda and your eyes search for one man specifically among the mass of people working backstage.

“Where’s Bucky?” You asked Wanda as you both started walking. “He’s waiting outside to escort you to the car.” Wanda informed as you two hurried past everyone.

You were wearing a short checkered skirt and thigh high boots. You paired that with a corset top which made you feel sexy as fuck.

You had defied expectations and marched to your own rhythm right since the beginning. And at this point, you didn’t care what people commented about your body.

You were tired and exhausted after performing for so long but the instant you saw Bucky, you quickly improved your posture and tried appearing energetic.

James Bucky Barnes code named the winter soldier, was a high profile bodyguard, you had hired. He previously worked for President Steve Rogers, and even you didn’t know till now how you afforded him.

He was broody and mysterious and mouth-wateringly handsome. His sharp jawline and steel blue eyes could make you dizzy with just one look.

You didn’t know much about him, but at the same time, you knew his weirdest little habits like how he listed down all the things he had to do in a day and that he owned a cute white cat, alpine.

He just gave a quick nod, and didn’t even say a word more as you walked besides him. He was constantly checking your periphery to see if you were away from harms way.

You sighed when you finally hoped into the limousine and Bucky followed close by while Wanda stayed back to ensure everything ended smoothly.

“Did you like the show?” You wiggled happily as you asked him. Bucky was in a grumpy mood 24x7 and today was no different.

“It was good.” He stated flatly as the car started. “Only good? Not excellent? Not outstanding? Not out of this world?” You always shamelessly flirted with Bucky and he resisted.

“It was really good.” Some days you wanted to punch Bucky, this was one of those days. “Okay.” You just grunted and turned your head away. But what you didn’t notice was the way his lips smirked up as you acted out.

Bucky wordlessly thrusted a water bottle in your hand and you greedily gulped down the much needed water with some droplets slipping past your lips.

Bucky’s eyes refused to move away from the stray droplets as they disappeared past your cleavage. He knew he should avert his eyes but he was just not able to.

He wanted to lick clean each of those droplets and fuck you until you begged him to stop. He always acted restrained and grumpy because otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

You caught him staring and you didn’t know what was in the air, but you wanted nothing more than Bucky to just hold you down and fuck you into oblivion right in this car.

You purposely let the bottle slip out of your hand and spill on the floor. “Oops!” You you giggled and bent down to pick it up from the floor.

You knew Bucky was getting a great view of your ass from beneath the really short skirt, and that’s exactly what you wanted.

You wiggled your ass, pretending to be innocent, as you chased the bottle which was laying right in front of you.

Bucky’s hand was itching with the need of grabbing your ass. But Bucky was nothing if not professional. He folded his palm into a fist and clenched his jaw tight.

“Like something you see?” You teased as Bucky’s eyes were locked upon your ass. “Don’t tease me.” For the first time, you were seeing his professionalism slip.

“Or what?” You bit your lower lip as you asked and the next thing you knew, you were being pulled into Bucky’s lap.

“You gotta learn some fucking manners, princess.” His hands kneaded your ass and you let out an unholy moan at the slightest touch.

“Please…” your panties were dripping already. “Please what princess?” His hot breath on your neck was making you shiver with anticipation.

“Please fuck me..” you were breathless and pure lust was flowing through your veins. He swatted your ass and your eyes flew open, when you hadn’t even realised when you closed them in the first place.

“You know better than that princess.��� You just knew what he was asking for and you were more than willing to give it to him.

“Please fuck me… daddy!”

“Now that’s my girl!” His lips were instantly on yours and he kissed you like a desperate man finally finding his elixir.

You weaved your hands through his short trimmed hair and held him close to your face as you both kissed passionately.

It was as if all that pent up sexual tension was poring itself out of the box you had both sealed it shut with. You could feel his hard cock near your core and you grind down on it.

“Fuck princess!” His fingers wrapped around your panties and ripped them right through the middle giving him access to your pussy. “Da… daddy!”

His fingers rubbed your arousal around before entering your dripping hole. You choked on your breath as his thick fingers stretched you.

He pumped them in you and you writhed on his lap as he pulled out and pushed them in. He placed his other hand around your waist to hold you steady.

You couldn’t stop the moans that spilled out of your mouth. All you cared about, were Bucky’s thick fingers fucking your cunt.

“Daddy I need more! I need you!” You panted as he continued his ministrations. “You are still too tight princess.” You shook your head and protested.

“I need you now! I need to feel you, please daddy!” You whined and Bucky pulled his fingers out. “Please please please!” You mumbled as Bucky pulled his cock out of his pants. It was long and curved slightly and thick with veins running down his length.

You stroked it before lining it up with your wet hole. You sighed when his head entered you, but then, Bucky gripped your waist and thrusted up in a single movement making you squeal out. “Daddy!”

“Shhh princess, you don’t want the driver to listen to your pretty moans, now do you?” The screen between the driver and you was down. Yet you both knew that by now he definitely had heard what was going behind his back.

The fact that you could get caught was making you drip with arousal. Bucky’s hand gripped your nape and the other held your waist as he thrusted up into you.

“Oh.. fuck..! Hnnggg..” you were reduced to a whimpering mess as kept hitting your spot repeatedly. You threw your head back in ecstasy and his lips attached to your neck.

He nipped and sucked on your neck and shoulders and that combined with his hard thrusts, was making you quiver. You just knew this was going to be the best fuck of your life.

“Harder Bucky! Please, I need more.” Bucky was an itch you just couldn’t scratch. “Yeah? God, princess, what am I gonna do with you?”

Bucky pulled out and you clenched around the air, pathetically begging for more. Bucky flipped you on your stomach on the car seat and swiftly entered you from behind.

“Is this what you wanted, huh? You wanted daddy to fuck you hard?” This time he was fucking you hard enough to choke on his dick.

You tried clutching the leather seats but they didn’t have any give to them. So you just laid with your face down and ass up, and took what Bucky was giving you.

“I… I’m….” You could feel the coil in your stomach was close to snapping. “You’re gonna cum?” Bucky could feel you clenching around his length.

“Yes! Yes please!” Bucky was getting off on you begging for him. “Cum for me, princess.” His words were enough to send you spiralling down the deep crescent of climax.

Bucky clenched his teeth as you squeezed his cock. Feeling you flutter around him, he couldn’t stop himself either and after a few desperate thrusts he was coming deep inside you.

“We’ve reached your house ma’am.” You both heard the driver speak through the speaker and you and Bucky, both dissolved into a fit of giggles.

You both were panting and sweating while Bucky was still sheathed in you and yet, you both couldn’t stop your laughter.

Bucky groaned as he pulled out of your heat and saw his cum dripping down your messy folds. The animalistic part of him proudly preened as he had finally marked you as his.

“Did you like it soldier?” You asked as you got up in a sitting position. You could feel his cum drip down your legs and your rubbed them together as you squirmed.

“I loved it princess. What do you think about a second round?” You almost gawked when you noticed that his cock was already half hard. “I’m always down for a second round daddy!”

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@sign-from-god-complex the baby girl (my cat) says hello at u! i showed her your blog and emread her your posts and she purrs

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[faircastle]

i'm laughing so hard, that's my fucking girl

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[evilrry]

Oh! That’s why I wasn’t finding it skxkzjsjsj i was looking for variations of emreads lmao

ah yeah i think it used to be that but i changed it a few months ago

[emwritesstuff]

darn it, I just caught up with this one on AO3 (where I read most things) but I had to come here to GUSH over it, and how amazingly well written, structured, and versed this story is.

It's always the little things for me:

The first thing he recognized was his mother’s handwriting. ‘Recipes’, scrawled so perfectly on a yellowing label.

Next was the worn fabric of his Ma’s favorite apron. Yellow embroidered flowers scattered the crimped edge, strings falling loose. He recognized some of the stains, from spaghetti night and cake batter that she let dry on the cloth for too long.

I just LOVE reading descriptions of things, apparently, and how this hits me with a sense of melancholy I can't describe. Beautiful.

How you write Bucky's character is so spot on to me, I love your interpretation of him.

Anyway, I just hold this fic so close to my heart. Also because the titles are (my husband) Hozier's lyrics.

CRAWL HOME TO HER / BUCKY BARNES X READER

neighbors!au. bucky isn’t as receptive to this new life of his as everyone had hoped. he’s cold, sharp-tongued, and closed off. except to the tenant across the hallway from him, who always wears pajamas and bakes a dozen too many of his favorite cookies. titles taken from hozier’s ‘work song’. 

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part one - body’s working on empty

part two - the wrong i did

part three - didn’t care much how long i lived

part four - three days on drunken sin

part five - in the low lamp light

part six - tooth aches

part seven - what my hands and my body’s done

part eight - heaven and hell

part nine - when my time comes around

part ten - lay me gently in the cold hard earth

part eleven - still have my baby

part twelve - my babe would have me

part thirteen - no grave can hold my body down

epilogue - crawl home to her

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[vitinhaball]

Hey, já que te estão a fazer perguntas sobre a uni e tenho isso em mente,vou desabafar, hope you dont mind. Basicamente estou no segundo ano da uni e entrei na sexta opção, num curso que até gosto mas numa universidade um pouco average i guess. As pessoas até são simpáticas mas com a minha ansiedade e depressão torna-se difícil fazer amigos (sair à noite nem pensar) e torna difícil estudar e ter notas boas, tenho tido notas super average. I feel bad about the whole thing basically, conselhos?

não sei se sou a melhor pessoa para te dar conselhos….. pq eu tou no quarto ano e não fiz nenhuns tipo “amigos para a vida” como aparentemente é suposto fazeres na faculdade, muito pq a minha depressão no segundo semestre do primeiro ano e no segundo ano em geral estava mesmo 👌👌👌 e eu desaparecia dias seguidos soooo….

mas pronto, eu tb só saio à noite na queima, pq espaços fechados não é comigo, mas não acho que isso seja critico, mas se calhar ajudava idk

outra coisa, quando entrei para a fac não conhecia ninguém que tivesse entrado sequer para a mesma faculdade let alone no mesmo curso, por isso estava bastante preocupada em não conseguir fazer amigos e essa merda toda, e toda a gente me dizia que eu ia fazer amigos naturalmente, o que talvez acontece-se não fosse tudo o que aconteceu (aka ansiedade social, desaparecer uns dias seguidos, toda a minha personalidade em geral hgfgh)

mas a realidade é que dadas as circunstancias, é preciso mesmo fazer um esforço

agora, depois da história de vida hgfdfgh, conselhos: trabalhos de group are there for you, tenta ficar sempre com +/- as mesmas pessoas e passar tempo com elas (tipo vão almoçar juntos depois de uma reunião, go with them)… eu no inicio ficava com as mesmas pessoas mas não passava tempo com eles fora das aulas pq há sempre aquele sentimento que os estás a chatear, sooo… yeah todos eles são só conhecidos agora basicamente…. mas ya, se esse sentimento de estares a irritar as pessoas só por estares lá existir, tens de tentar ignorar ao máximo - sometimes you can’t do it but when you can … - e passado um bocado percebes se eles gostam de ti (i’m sure they will)

notas…. eu acabei o secundário com média de 18.5 e agora a minha média é 12.5 por isso não sei que te diga, aí ter amigos ajuda, no primeiro/segundo ano era-me muito difícil recuperar as aulas que faltava, agora no outro dia estava que nem merda não fui às aulas e nem tive de pedir apontamentos, ofereceram-mos logo; se tiveres duvidas e falar com o prof for demasiado stressante, há probabilidade de pessoas com quem te dás bem saberem-te explicar alguma coisa… e eu melhorei um bocado ao aproveitar ao máximo os dias bons (quer para estudar quer para socializar)- mesmo que não tenhas nada para fazer, vê a matéria seguinte, adianta trabalho; e ficar onde te sentires mais confortável quando estás em alturas de maior stress (aka exames - eu normalmente passo a época de exames em casa pq perfiro o tempo de viajem a ficar fechada no quarto dias e dias sem apoio nenhum)

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[faircastle]

pov you're lan mandragoran meeting your future aes sedai for the first time

[sunnysidevans]

FOOTBALL PLAYER BUCKY?!

I’m done for, dig my grave now.

none like you

— football player! bucky barnes x sports physio! reader

summary || Bucky Barnes has it all — money, success, looks, fame, women. But when he falls in love with the only woman who doesn’t love him, he starts wondering if he really has it all.

warnings || idiots in love. friends with benefits. unprotected sex. rough sex. dom/sub undertones. dirty talk. petname (pumpkin). jealous bucky. possessive bucky. chapter specific warnings. smut. angst. fluff. (the holy trinity)

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[elijhmk-blog]

q / reproducibility of science

“After this intensive effort to reproduce a sample of published psychological findings, how many of the effects have we established are true? Zero. And how many of the effects have we established are false? Zero. Is this a limitation of the project design? No. It is the reality of doing science, even if it is not appreciated in daily practice. Humans desire certainty, and science infrequently provides it. As much as we might wish it to be otherwise, a single study almost never provides definitive resolution for or against an effect and its explanation. The original studies examined here offered tentative evidence; the replications we conducted offered additional, confirmatory evidence. In some cases, the replications increase confidence in the reliability of the original results; in other cases, the replications suggest that more investigation is needed to establish the validity of the original findings. Scientific progress is a cumulative process of uncertainty reduction that can only succeed if science itself remains the greatest skeptic of its explanatory claims. The present results suggest that there is room to improve reproducibility in psychology. Any temptation to interpret these results as a defeat for psychology, or science more generally, must contend with the fact that this project demonstrates science behaving as it should. Hypotheses abound that the present culture in science may be negatively affecting the reproducibility of findings. An ideological response would discount the arguments, discredit the sources, and proceed merrily along. The scientific process is not ideological. Science does not always provide comfort for what we wish to be; it confronts us with what is. Moreover, the research community is taking action already to improve the quality and credibility of the scientific literature. We conducted this project because we care deeply about the health of our discipline and believe in its promise for accumulating knowledge about human behavior that can advance the quality of the human condition. Reproducibility is central to that aim. Accumulating evidence is the scientific community’s method of self-correction and is the best available option for achieving that ultimate goal: truth.” - http://www.sciencemag.org/content/349/6251/aac4716.full.pdf