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[huaschengs]

Dr. Martha Jones in Doctor Who’s Season 3 Episode 13

[madeleineengland]

#family

[violetsbaudelaire-archive]

the ninth doctor

[michaelxtrevino]

Anonymous asked: ↳ Malec or Sizzy

[userpurple]

so i’ve been on this blessed hellhole for like, 4 years? and one of the things i’ve noticed is the amazing content the teens and twenty-somethings put up here! but then i see that same crowd struggle with assignments, essays and presentations and its sad because so many things are obviously messed up if you can write a detailed analysis on the evolution of art styles but have to drag through a 500-word essay for a school assignment. 

i know schools and unis around the world work differently, but i think its safe to say most of them expect you to follow a certain format and norms when it comes to schoolwork. state the facts, be clear and concise, no fooling around, but also be creative and original!

now that last bit’s something of an irony. i can recall so many times trying to “be creative and original” in my assignments and ultimately getting that creative aspect trashed because {insert idek what reason}. as someone who likes being creative, this is really discouraging. 

i just wanna say that if teachers and professors can be a little more accommodating to a few pop culture references and meme jokes, and a little more encouraging no matter how crazy the finished result looks, ESPECIALLY TO HIGH SCHOOL AND UNI STUDENTS (no need to talk about all the shit that comes at ya from all sides during that age), we’d do a whole lot better than you’d expect.

because those same people are here on Tumblr knocking everybody’s socks off, the editors who make literal Netflix posters and mind-boggling graphics, the gif-makers who color and special-fx movie and tv show clips better than the actual colorists, the artists who draw better than Disney and Pixar, the text posters who write research paper-quality analyses and thoughts, the meme-ists who ingeniously find ways to connect two completely unrelated dots into a line of breathless hilarity, the minimalists who sum up rambles into a one-line text post.

it’s not an understatement when people equate creativity with being misunderstood. take a moment to try and understand what we’ve put down in front of you, ask us questions and we’re more than happy to explain, but DON’T degrade it right off the bat just because it doesn’t fit into your idea of creative expression.

and finally, trust us. we may not be adults yet, but we aren’t kids either. a little freeform in the assignment doesn’t mean we’re going to go wayward in the exams.

to whoever’s reading this, i’m bolding it so you can skip everything else but not this - thank you for your existence, thank you for sharing your creative gifts on this platform, thank you for continuing despite all the shit going on in your life.

(P.S. I recently hit 100 followers so thank you for that! This is my grateful, whack post of a follower celebration :D)

[starkrogerrs]

you don’t have to say you love me [chapter 1]

pairing: stevetony- modern/college/fake-dating au

word count: 1.3k

warnings: fluff, profanity, angst, 20 year old being 20 year olds, cheesy cliches that make you smile

updates: fridays

summary: to stop his annoying sister from setting him up with random strangers, tony blurts out that he does have a boyfriend. only, he doesn’t. and worse, the first name that comes to his mind is steve. tall, gorgeous steve. steve, who he’s currently crushing on. will this prove to be something fruitful or is tony about to make the worst mistake ever?

a/n: thanks to @rogers-stark45 for the wonderful request that gave birth to this whole thing <3 i swear i will finish this series if it gets 100+ notes

"This is absurd, Tony," Steve said, wringing his hands together. 

Tony sighed. He continued to pace in front of Steve, who was seated on his bed. 

"Why would you even lie about something like that?" Steve asked, looking up at him, mouth twisted in a frown. The teal flannel he had on, Tony noticed, brought out his eyes wonderfully.

That was a good question. To be fair, Tony was the last person enjoying this. He'd dug his own grave and now he had to lay in it. Or whatever the saying was.

"Because my sister wouldn't quit nagging me. I've explained this already, catch up old man,” Tony whined. 

"You could've asked her to shut up."

"Gee, why didn't I think of that?"

Steve shot him a glare. 

"You could just say you're not well and ask her not to come."

"Steve. She’s booked her tickets."

"You can say your 'boyfriend' is not well."

“For an entire month? Yeah, real smart,’ Tony said, throwing him an exasperated look.

“Okay then, tell her you broke up.”

Tony stared at him for a long moment.

"Look, I know I'm fucked but there's literally no other option."

Steve sighed, running a hand over his face. 

"But.. this is so weird!"

"I know. I know it is but I'd rather pretend to be with a close friend of mine rather than some whacko stranger who later turns out to be a serial killer."

Steve didn't reply, only gazed into the distance, thinking. 

"Never mind goody-two-shoes, I'll just ask Rhodey," Tony said after a while, bringing up his phone from his pocket. 

"No!" Steve almost yelled, causing Tony to jump. 

"What the f-"

"I mean, no, I'll do it. I don't.. want to be a bad friend," Steve said, clearing his throat. He didn't look Tony in the eye when he said this and Tony didn't quite know what to make of it. 

"Besides, I owe you one for the last time," Steve added, finally looking up at him. 

God, those eyes were beautiful. 

Tony wasn't in love with Steve or anything. It was a crush, that's all it was. A stupid teenage crush he’d developed from spending way too much time with him. Could you really blame Tony? He hung out with Steve on weekends, sometimes on college nights and in between classes. Steve had rubbed off on him and Tony just happened to find himself looking forward to spending time with him. And fantasizing about holding his hand. And sleeping with his head on his chest. And kissing him. 

So when opportunity presented itself in the form of an annoying sister, Tony thought it was a sign from heaven's above. Was it selfish? Possibly. Was he about to make an ass of himself and regret it forever? Definitely.

But no, he wasn't in love. 

"When is she coming?" Steve asked, standing up and running a hand through his hair. 

"God, I wish that were me," Tony muttered under his breath, momentarily distracted. 

"What was that?" Steve asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. 

"I said, never, if it were up to me," he answered hastily, looking away. "But I think she’s arriving on Saturday. I’ll text you."

Steve hummed, picking up his bag from the floor.

“Where are you going?” Tony asked, frowning. They’d barely spent an hour together. The moment Steve had entered, Tony had popped the question because it had been freaking him out.

“To Buck’s,” Steve answered nonchalantly, walking to the door. “See you later.”

Tony felt his heart grow heavier. 

“See you,” he muttered, more to himself as the door shut behind Steve with a soft click. Steve’s best friend was James B. Barnes a.k.a Bucky, a lanky dude who reminded him of Luke Skywalker and was every first and second year’s dream. Although Steve hung out with Tony more, Bucky had been with Steve since they were children. People had told him they were dating but every time Tony had accompanied the two, it never seemed like he was third-wheeling. Besides, if Steve was in a relationship, he’d mention it.

Right?

He texted Steve later that night, as he lay in bed, AC/DC’s “T.N.T” blasting in the background. 

She’s coming on Sunday. 28th.

He waited for two minutes, the dim glow of the screen illuminating his face in the darkness. He refreshed the chat twice but Steve didn’t seem to be online. With a pang he realised that perhaps, he was still with Bucky. He clicked his phone off.

He sat up in bed then, switching on the lampshade beside him. He switched his speaker off, and from the stack of textbooks that lay on his desk, picked a random one— "Theoretical Physics” by Leonard Lightman. Tony was studying to be a physics major and he wasn't the nerdy kind but he did adore science. He'd just read up on things and they'd make sense to him without him having to go through them twice. 

In Steve's own words, he was a fucking Genius. With a capital G. 

Just as he turned the page to String theory, his phone chimed. He leapt to it with unnecessary eagerness. He was disappointed to find that it was only his cousin, Sofia. The very Sofia who was the cause of his current predicament. 

What does your boyfriend like? I'm bringing gifts for everyone 👀

Tony groaned. Why the fuck did she have to be so extra? Sofia wasn't half as annoying as his other cousins but she could be obnoxious on occasion. 

I honestly don't know, he keyed into the textbox but then decided against it. He knew she'd pester him till she got the answer she wanted. 

He's not choosy at all but he's studying Art. 

Just as he hit send on this text, Steve's name flashed on his screen. He switched to his chat immediately, sitting up right on the bed. 

it's not like I have to meet her on Sunday right??? 

Of course not, Stevens

bucky says hi 👋

Tony smiled, laying down on the bed again. But the smile vanished as soon as he realised it was half past eleven. Wait. Why was he upset by this? They were still together— God, get a fucking life. 

Heyyy. 

you should go to bed, haven't you got like 4 tests tomorrow?? 

Tony grinned, quickly typing in a response. It wasn't a surprise that Steve remembered the littlest of things. That was Steve. When he cared for someone, he did it with all his heart.  

I do

And then, You sure you wanna do this?

Tony bit his lip as he hit send.

He had no impulse control whatsoever and the moment he'd blurted to his sister that he did have a boyfriend, he'd texted Steve. Steve, bless his soul, had come rushing to his bijou apartment and the rest was history. But that was Steve, again, selfless to a fault.

don't overthink it tony. I'd do anything for u

Tony's heart leapt a little at that and he had to breathe for a few seconds before typing in a response. 

Thank you, Rogers 

What would I ever do without you? 

Everybody knew Tony was a huge flirt but when it came to people he actually wanted to flirt with, he pulled shit like this. 

shut up and go to sleep, stark. night

Tony smiled in spite of himself, wishing him a good night as well. He clicked off his phone, sighing, only for it to ring a split second later. 

Sofia again. 

Ooooooooooh art major? 

That's hottttt

Tony's face burned as he read the text. Why? He didn't know. He wasn't actually dating Steve but the thought made him blush anyway. 

Hey, back off he's taken, he keyed in, tonguing his cheek and— What the fuck was he doing? Wasn't this situation, as a whole, morally wrong? But was it if Steve had agreed to it? He did say it was alright. 

He glanced at the time on the upper left corner of his screen. It was too late for a full blown existential crisis. He hit send on what he'd typed, trying to ignore the little flip his stomach did. 

He wasn't— couldn't be possessive of Steve; they were nothing more than close friends, even if they were going to pretend they were much more than just that. 

He shuddered suddenly realising that he might have to behave.. affectionately with Steve, to convince his sister. Oh boy. Would he have to kiss him some day? 

His phone chimed just then. 

Wooow, possessive much? Can't wait to meet him eeekk 😍

What had he gotten himself into? 

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[jaskiersbeloved]

Guys, please, please tag me in your stuff using #userrsonia. I'd really like to see your creations and reblog it!

(in the tags I'm putting the fandoms that I'm in, but literally feel free to tag me in any of your creations)

[captainhandsomes]

Would it be okay if I tagged you in my first Stony ughhh... Fic?

omg of course! it’d be an honor 🤗