I haven’t seen this posted yet but it gave me chills. (Credit to grable424 on YouTube)
I don’t actually know the song, but the scenes fit it perfectly!
we're not kids anymore.
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I haven’t seen this posted yet but it gave me chills. (Credit to grable424 on YouTube)
I don’t actually know the song, but the scenes fit it perfectly!
Does anyone else think Tom Holland is the cutest thing? I feel like I look at him like I look at a puppy and I just want to squeeze him.
Clap Back
Sometimes it really frustrates me when I clap back at someone so hard that they don’t understand. Like. I just slayed. You should be upset right now.
Sometimes it gives me pure joy when I clap back at someone so hard that they don’t understand. Like. You just proved my point. Now everyone knows you’re a fool.
My bad? No. His bad.
So I just got a little petty.. emailed “help desk” about an issue I THOUGHT I was having with a link (said it had one thing, but had something else entirely). They made me include my name, email, and phone number. I get an email back within 5 minutes saying “that’s what we have, sir.” I was first like, “Really? That’s it? Not what you made it sound like..”
Then it hit me. SIR!? This guy didn’t even take the 1 second needed to read my name and recognize I’m a female. If I had a name that could swing either way, probably shouldn’t have included gender terminology then.
It’s like he assumed since I was asking about a book link about sales funnels that I must be male.
So I got real petty and responded; and ended my sentence with an italicized “ma’am” ...
Sorry, not sorry?
Anyone?
Have you ever had so much emotion boiling up inside of you that you WANTED to cry, but when you go to do the thing... nothing comes out? You just made a weird cry face, but didn’t leak any tears. Is that a thing?
Teachers are Conquerors
First year(s) teaching is like training for 4-5 years to run a marathon, only to actually be running the Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race.
You feel nervous, but the first 30 miles feel okay! Awesome, right? Now KEEP running 30 miles. Then another. Then another. Then another...
You’re dehydrated. You’re cramping. You’re wondering when you’ll have time to refuel and even go to the bathroom. You’re probably crying and lying on the pavement, wondering why you weren’t prepared for this.
A senior teacher scrapes your body off the ground and helps you run 30 more miles. Then another. Then another. Then another...
Those breaks at the end of each day don’t feel real. You hurt in places you didn’t know existed, cry some more, then scold yourself for crying, because now you have to hydrate again.
The bystanders who have only just come in during the 2,000th mile of the race wonder why you sound like you’re hacking up a lung as you wheeze your way past them. They shout at your back and tell you that anyone can do what you’re doing, so do better.
So you run another 30 miles. Then another. Then another. Then another...
The last 500 miles of the race feel like freedom. You fought for it; you bled for it; and by shit, you’re going to conquer it.
Crossing that finish line is the most beautiful feeling in the world. It means you won; and you can now, blessedly, take a break.
Only this break is time spent healing and recovering your mind and body from all the trauma it experienced over the last 3100 miles; and knowing you’re about to do it again.
So you put back on your tennis shoes and run 30 miles. Then another. Then another. Then another...
Make 2018 a Happier Place
This is me just giving a gentle nudge to actually make eye contact and maybe smile at the people serving you once in a while. They may be getting paid to serve you, but they aren’t your slaves.
Just thought of this when I stopped for some coffee and a donut at a gas station the other day. The girl who rang me up seemed shy and quiet (hadn’t said anything to me yet), so I just looked her in the eyes and gave a little smile as she handed me my receipt. She smiled back and said, “have an amazing new year”.
I just realized that a lot of the time I’ll run in somewhere, pay for my items, and leave without ever looking up. No idea what my helper looked like or is named. Seems so impersonal.
So give some love this year!
Almost Broke His Finger
So I was at a bar the other night, right? Girls night out for the holidays before everyone goes back to their respective states.
I’m talking to one of the ladies and catching up, when up walks this man who had also been sitting at the bar, apparently gawking at us for the past hour. We are literally in the middle of a sentence when he places a hand on my friend. We both pause, thinking the other person knew who he was, and he says to her, “doesn’t she look like Helen Keller having an orgasm?” referring to me.
What. The. Holy. Fuck.
My friend looks at me weird and gives a sort of nervous laugh and I’m just so shocked at his disrespectful and rude statement that I just continue staring back at her and say nothing.
So this mother fucker puts his hand on my shoulder and says, “Do you know who Helen Keller even is?”
My blood starts boiling. He first touches my friend, then says something inappropriate, then touches ME, then thinks he’s about to mansplain who Helen Keller is to me!
What. The. Fuck!
So I don’t even look at him, shrug his nasty hand off my shoulder, and just say “Yah”. Then continue on my conversation with said friend.
He saunters off to the opposite side of the bar so he can STARE AT ME the remainder of the evening.
Now I’ve chugged a rather large glass of beer and have to use the ladies room, but now don’t feel comfortable going since he’s on the way to the bathroom. So I do the stereotypical ‘go with multiple girls to the restroom’ thing and he literally turns in his seat to keep looking at me as I walk past him.
He WAITS FOR US TO COME BACK OUT TO STARE AGAIN!
I told my friend, while in the bathroom, that if he touches me on my walk past that I would break his finger.
Creeper was drinking Coors Light all night so I know his ass ain’t drunk.
But seriously. I hate guys like that. I shouldn’t fear using the restroom. I shouldn’t have to keep checking across the bar to make sure he’s not taking photos of me (he had his phone out all night). I shouldn’t need to think about how I’ll respond IF he touches me. IF he says something rude again. IF he tries anything.
Lucky for him, he just kept to staring.
Stop basing human worth on sex, skin color, and religion. Consider looking to yourself first, for it is my personality and values which define me.
Ms. E
“You think you can run?” The hero shook their head and stepped closer. “You’re clever, clever enough to know there’s no trick in the world that can make you disappear somewhere I can’t find you.”
The villain whipped around to face them, breathing hard. Back against the firmly barred door and fear throbbing through their veins. “Maybe you should stop wanting to find me then.”
The hero grinned. “I like knowing where you are - you need someone to keep an eye on you. Make sure you’re not getting up to trouble.”
The villain tensed. “Currently,” they bit out, “ the only trouble in my life is you.”
The hero grinned harder.
This goes really well with a story I’m trying to write! Inspiration!
I have a book idea, but I need some help. So answer me this: what makes you thoroughly like a villain? Specifics (name, book, movie, comic, even fanfic) are welcomed.
*choking*
*fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-*
Loki + Math = Heart throb
*help*
*fangirl noises*
*WHY*
*dat accent tho*
*fuc*
I feel weird for laughing at this.
This idiot looks so cute when he’s busted
I Know I Shouldn’t (Part 13)
Loki x OC
Warnings: Language, smut
A/N: I’ve been waiting to use this gif forever. So, this is the last chapter of Loki and Dreyna! I hope you find the ending adequate, and thanks for hanging around as I wrote this! It only took forever right?
(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12)
I stood nervously with Frigga, her and Thor standing on either side of me. I was worried about what was going to happen to Loki. It’s been a few weeks, and he could walk now, albeit only a few steps here and there. He was stronger, though, more himself, and I knew his magic was coming back to him.
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