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My 4 year old nephew loves to paint his nails. Any time he sees someone wear nail polish he asks if he can have some too. The most difficult part is getting him to decide what color, because he he wants all of them.

Nail polish is for everyone.

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FOR REAL!

Since nobody is gonna say it…

JAMAL DESERVES BETTER FRIENDS. The squad steady treats him like trash and blames him for everything when he goes out of his way to help everybody even when he doesn’t need to. Him lying to his parents about football is nothing compared to what Monse and Cesar hid. And on top of that JAMAL DID NOT MAKE CESAR A SANTO so anything Santo related that happens to Cesar is not Jamal’s fault just because he didn’t find the rollerworld money (initially). He THEN went ahead and found the money on his own.

Season 2 better give Jamal a love interest or keep up the dynamic with him and abuelita cause tbh he’s better off without that “family”

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So I was just wondering my fellow riverdale peeps. Who’s side are you on? Reblog for Southside or like for Northside. I’m a Southside Serpent all the way 😉

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Don’t Forget It || Sweet Pea

Word Count: 622

Request: N/A just came up with it in my dirty mind and decided to grace others with this imagine.

Warning: Smutty smut, daddy kink

(gifs are not mine)

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“Oh, yes.”

 The group stopped in their tracks in the middle of the doorway. Sweet Pea was the first on in, it being his trailer and all. His body was tense knowing exactly who’s throat that moan erupted from.

 “Yes, Daddy.” She cried as a banging sound came from the back room. Their room.

 “Get out.” He growled to the others as scenarios were playing in his head. Toni and Fangs shared a look of astonishment. They couldn’t believe that she was cheating on Pea. Their whole life Pea and her had been inseparable. 

 “But Pea-”

 “Out. Now.” His voice was almost a whisper but the sinister tone that it was laced with sent shivers down both their spines. Things were about to get very ugly in the trailer and the two of them were not allow to watch. 

 Sweet Pea didn’t know what to think. Everything was racing through his mind as he thought of another man touching HIS woman. No one touched what was his. His boots stomped across the carpet just as another ripple of a moan erupted from his bed room. He hand flung the door open just in time for her orgasm.

 “FUCKING YES PEA.” She screamed as her body writhed on the mattress covered in his Serpents jacket and nothing else as what looked like a new toy danced between her lady lips.

 As the door flung back against the wall a bang erupted throughout the entire room. Y/N quickly covered herself with Sweet Pea’s jackets as her wild, hazy eyes looked frantically at the door. Seeing her tall, black-haired boyfriend she gave out a sigh of relief, her hand laying on her crazily beating heart that she wasn’t sure was just from the intruder.

 “Jesus Christ Sweets. You scared the shit out of someone. You could have just joined instead of scaring me.” She spoke sitting up on the bed and letting his jacket fall from her leaving her chest bare.

 Sweet Pea was once again left with nothing to say. His first thought was that she was cheating on him and boy was his anger red hot but knowing that she was pleasuring herself while draped with HIS jacket and screaming HIS name his anger was turning into something much more feral.

 “What? Cat got your tongue Sweets?” She smirked as she looked into his eyes watching as they grew darker and darker. The girl’s teeth sunk into her lower lip and that was all it took for Sweet Pea to come undone.

 Marching forwards, he lashed out his hand watching as it gripped the back of her head, holding her silky locks in a tight fist. “Kitten, you know that’s not my name.” He snarled lustfully as her breath caught in her throat. Her favorite side of Pea was coming out to play and it made her hot all over once again. The real thing is always better than a toy anyway.

 “What’s my name, Kitten?” His pupils were blown out as his dangerous eyes stared down at her. She knew she was in for a treat.

 “Daddy.” She answered breathlessly as her nipples hardened even more against his chest.

 His lips came down hard against hers while his tongue pushed in. Before she could react, he had her lower lip in between his teeth as he pulled it in between them. He knew this was one of her weaknesses and he was met with a full body flush against his that he had to hold up because she wasn’t sure her knees would allow it.

 He let her now swollen lip fall back into its original spot before staring her directly in her eyes.

 “That’s right and don’t you forget it.”

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I AGREE! It’s good to know it’s not just me!

Can you relate??

Do you ever just have that one character in a TV show/Movie/Book that you love so much and just can’t seem to handle seeing them with another character. Therefore you literally ship them with no one. And it’s not even about the character they are being shipped with or about the ship itself, you’re just so invested in the character that your heart just shatters when you see them with someone else. Even though you know you have absolutely no chance with them, you’re still so possessive. Guys please reblog and say u agree or else i am going to check myself into a mental hospital because I’ve been going crazy thinking about this and if no one can relate than that will prove how fucked up i am.

PS These are just a few of the characters. 

:)

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Glasses | Sweet Pea Headcannons

anonymous asked: OKAY GET THIS HEAR ME OUT, Sweets x a reader who wears prescription glasses? Like how would he react, I feel like their would be a lot of teasing esp if you like REALLY need them to see. Or if that’s dumb like a reader with facial piercings like a septum and nostril y’know?

i made these into headcannons bc sweet pea bc a lil shit is my favorite sweet pea?? i mean just imagine him taking your glasses and wearing being like “hey im you but cuter” like goodnight im done

·       let’s all agree that sweet pea would be a literal ass about you have glasses. your vision started getting bad around last year, so he would tease you like the ass he is at any opportunity.

·       “hey look, four eyes came out to play” “sweet pea, i swear to god” “sorry, say that again, four eyes”

·       again, you had to use them to read, so when studying or just reading in general. he’d snatch them off your face and say “read a sentence.” “i literally can’t.” “no, try” “sweet peA, I LITERALLY CANT SEE WITHOUT MY GLASSES, YOU JACKASS”

·       he’d laugh like an idiot as you chased him around, trying to get your glasses back. “im serious give them back” he’d hold them above his head, knowing you were too short to grab them. “kiss me first” “kisses are reserved for nice boyfriends. not assholes”

·       he’d always ask you why you didn’t get contacts and your answer would always be that they were so expensive buying multiples of them, when with glasses all you had to do was make one big investment and that was that. ((in reality, you just didn’t like things touching your eyeballs. of course, you never told them that because he’d just tease you more))

·       one day when you were over his place, you went to find something in his night stand and low and behold what did you find??? reading. fucking. glasses.

·       you came out of his room, holding them behind your back. “hey, sweets” “yeah, baby” “what are these?” you say with a smirk, holding his glasses. his eyes widen “where the fuck did you find those” “you have been making fun of me for months when in reality you need them too!!” “i don’t need them anymore” “why ? cause you wear contacts?” you tease him

·       at the end of the day, he loved you just the way you were glasses and all

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IMPORTANT

attention all Officials, all Tumblr users, whoever the fuck you are.

This is severely important.

Ever sit down after a stressful day, watch your favorite youtuber, do commissions, etc.? Well in FOUR DAYS, that can all be taken away very easily. We’re so close yet so *far* from possibly saving the internet, and those who’s lives depend on it. Within this blog, there will be a link to a petition to stop net neutrality from being killed. There are many people who’s jobs are online. online schooling. the internet is extrememly important, and we can’t let the FCC take it away! Instead of just merely liking this post, sign the petition and reblog this post!

>> Here’s the link. <<

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Net Neutrality in Fandoms

I see people making posts about what will happen if net neutrality is killed, and I wanted to add to that by showing how the fandom side of the internet would be affected.

You’ll have to pay extra to catch up to your favorite shows. The usage of streaming services such as Netflix and Hulu will require fees.

The usage of Tumblr will require extra fees. It’ll make it harder for fans to connect with each other.

Fanfiction writers like me won’t be able to post our work without paying. That means that we can’t read others’ work either.

You want to stay tuned in to what your favorite celebrity is doing online? Sorry, you’ll have to pay.

If the bill to take away Net Neutrality passes on December 14, you’ll have to pay to stay in contact with all the friends you’ve met online through your fandoms.

If you’re not able to afford increasing rates, you’ll be cut off from everything you love about books, tv shows, movies, and more.

That’s why I’m urging you to take action. If you are part of a fandom on here, we need to join forces with each other and advance as a family to fight this. This sounds super cheesy, but I don’t care of you’re a Superwholockian, a Potterhead, a Star Wars fan, a Star Trek fan - we need to put our differences aside and fight for the right to keep enjoying what we enjoy.

Hell, if you’re not in a fandom, fight for your own rights to the internet, to this unique website.

If you can’t help out, signal boost this and spread it everywhere.

I’ve also reached out to Misha Collins on Instagram, providing him with information and asking him if he can help spread the word. It seems futile, but we need all the help we can get. If you feel comfortable with it, try talking to your favorite famous people to ask them to help spread the word as well.

Ways to help:

This is a link to a petition. The goal is 300,000 signatures and we are nearly there. International users, you can help here too!

We only need to convince one of the three people below to change their vote to ‘No.’ Be smart, formal, and respectful in your emails. If we are rude, we’re no better than them. Check out the net neutrality tag on the explore page to find letter templates that people have put up.

Ajit Pai - Ajit.Pai@fcc.gov

Michael O'Rielly - Mike.ORielly@fcc.gov

Brendan Carr - Brendan.Carr@fcc.gov

You can also text “RESIST” to 50409, which is a bot that will help you fax a letter to your senators. Remember: smart, formal, and respectful.

Thank you.

Remember:

We have until December 14.

Tagging some people to help signal boost:

@happihufflepuff @sorryimawkwardandstuff @tacklesackles @lonelyangelstardis @grellaofasguard @blubunn @assbutt-still-in-hell @askcastielangelofthelord @celestialangelcastiel

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Lost Boy ϟ Barry Allen

Part 1

Prologue

"Laurel c'mon. We have to get out of here." The young brunette urged, her brown eyes continuously scanning the people in the room watching as they rushed to gather all the files they could.

"I'm coming Bren, just a few more files. Here, hold these." Laurel Lance thrust a stack of files into her friend's hands before grabbing more from the metal cabinet.

Brennan Merlyn bounced nervously on her feet, watching the lightening scatter across the skies outside, the few people left inside the building hurrying to get out, the mass number of people running through the streets. So many emotions were turning inside the young girl’s mind.

How could her father do this? This wasn't honoring her mother at all. How could he think that? Leveling the Glades wasn't what Starling City needed.

Just as she finished her thought the room began to shake. "Laurel!" She screamed dropping all the files in her hand, searching for her friend in the dark as the lights vanished.

"Brennan!" The two brunette's grabbed each other as the bookshelves began to fall, the lights cascading from the ceiling, the glass from the window shattering.

"We have to get out of here," Laurel yelled at the other girl, holding the trembling figure against her own.

"C'mon." Brennan grabbed Laurel's hand tugging her in the direction of the door.

"Wait." Laurel tugged back. The younger of the two brunettes whipped her head around to see Laurel snatching a stack of files off the desk.

"Laurel! We don't have time for th--" She didn't get to finish her sentence as the roof above them began to collapse.

"Brennan!" Laurel yelled reaching out to her best friend, a girl that was a sister to her. The older girl didn't make it as a beam fell knocking her into a bookcase and onto the floor where giant chunks of the ceiling tumbled on top of her.

Sat not even a few feet from Lance, Brennan laid unconscious, blood pouring from the gash on her head. A chunk of the ceiling trapped the young girl to the ground along with a beam that had fallen.

Laurel felt the pressure of the boulder on top of her, increasing her fear as she couldn't lift it. Her eyes frantically scanned the room, searching for the brunette locks that belonged to her friend. Just as she was about to give up, she spotted her trapped underneath her own mass of rubble.

"BRENNAN!" She screamed trying to get the girls attention but it was to no avail. Laurel's heart crumbled at the thought that she was dead. "No, Bren."

Her sobs increased, tears racing as she tried to push the piece of ceiling off of her. "HELP!" She cried out. "PLEASE! HELP ME!"

A figure ran through the rubble in front of her line of vision. "Tommy!" She cried in relief but also in grief for his sister lied next to them dead.

Tommy Merlyn immediately set to work at lifting the piece of rubble off the love of his life.

"Tommy, what are you doing here?" Laurel questioned as he failed to lift the chunk off of her.

He stopped slightly in his lifting to answer her. "Brennan left me a voicemail, told me the two of you were here. I came as soon as I heard."

The man let out a loud grunt as he again tried to raise the rubble. "You came here for me?"

"I love you." He let out finally gaining success at lifting the chunk off of Laurel. The girl crawled out from underneath it. "Go, Laurel, get out!"

"Tommy, wait." Laurel placed a hand on his shoulder as he let go of the rubble. "It's Bren."

"Where is she, Laurel?" Tommy questioned, fear pulsing at his mind and eating at his nerves. Laurel quickly came to her senses running to the other brunette that was trapped. Pressing her fingers to the girl's neck, Laurel realized she was still alive.

"Tommy, we have to get this off of her!" Laurel yelled pulling beam off of the chunk on top of her best friend.

The oldest Merlyn stared down at his sister, dread pulling at his stomach. "TOMMY!" Laurel yelled, snapping him out of his trance. Bending down the two quickly pulled up on the chunk trapping her. Another rumble came from the building, just as more pieces came falling down and the fires from around them blazed brighter.

The two stared at each other. "Go, Laurel! Get out of here!"

She shook her head, trying again to lift the rubble but failing. "LAUREL, GO! WE'LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"

Laurel glanced down at the younger girl one last time before pressing her lips to the older Merlyn. They broke apart to the groaning of the girl below them.  The two glanced down at the sister seeing her wake up before peeking back at each other. "Go, Laurel," Tommy whispered. "We'll be right there."

She nodded with tears streaming down her face.  Moving her feet as fast as she could go, Laurel ran from the building, immediately being embraced by her father.

Tommy once again tried lifting the heavy chunk, only to stop when he heard her voice. "Tommy." It was a small, whisper but it echoed in his ears and into his heart.  Tears sprung to his eyes.

"I'm going to get you out of here Em. Don't worry." Staring straight into her eyes Tommy tried one last time, using all of his strength to get the rubble off of her.

Brennan felt the pressure leave her body for only a slight second.  Her blurry vision didn't stop her mind from knowing this was her chance.  As fast as she could, the young girl scrambled out from underneath the pile of debris ignoring the pain in her body.

Once Tommy knew she was out he let it fall before rushing over to her and wrapping his arms tightly around his sister's body. "Thank God you're okay Em."  He whispered into her hair. Tears falling from his eyes.

Another crash came from the other side of the room alerting the two that this was not the time nor the place to be doing this.  "Come on, we have to get out of here."

Following her brother's orders, she stood, only to fall back down.  A sharp pain stabbed at her ankle vibrating up her leg.  

"Tommy, my leg, I-I."  She stumbled on her words pointing to her bleeding limb.  Tommy shook his head. "It's okay. It's okay. Here, grab onto my arm." Lifting his sister's arm up, he wrapped it around his shoulder pulling her into a standing position. "Don't put any weight on it." She nodded lifting the damaged leg off the floor.They walked towards the exit with their arms around each other.

"We're going to be--" The older brother was cut off as an explosion blew through the building.  

The two siblings were thrown apart once again as rubble tumbled down.  Brennan's vision was cloudy as she opened her eyes.  Dust showered everything. "TOMMY!"  She screamed choking on a sob.

"B."  A quiet voice muttered underneath huge chunks of plaster.

"T." Brennan gasped placing her hand out to lift herself up. Another dose of pain shot up her arm causing her to fall back onto the ground.  Staring down at her palm she noticed it was already turning black and blue. Her ring finger and pinky were cocked at an odd angle. She knew they were broken but now wasn't the time to mull it over.

Holding her broken hand and fingers to her chest she raised her torso up from the ground shuffling over to her brother with her good arm. "Tommy." She mumbled seeing him buried.

"It's okay T. We're getting out." She cried grabbing the plaster chunk and pushing on it. With only one hand, she wasn't getting very far.

Tom let out a sad chuckle. "Not this time Em."

"Tommy, don't say that." She grunted once again trying with one of the pieces that pinned down her brother.

"Em, I--" He was cut off by another person's yell. "TOMMY! BRENNAN!"

"OLLIE!"  Brennan screamed. "We're in here!'

Oliver sprinted into the room to see his two friends in the worst condition.  Brennan's teary hazel eyes stared up at him with hope. "Ollie, you have to help me get this off of him."  She urged pointing to this pieces of the ceiling that were holding him down.

He surged into action pulling them off.  "Tommy, you're going to be fine."

"Another thing," Tommy grunted as Oliver lifted a section of the chunk. "We have to disagree on."

"Tommy, don't--"Brennan words halted as Oliver tossed the last chunk off of Tommy. A rebar stared at the two, sticking out from Tommy's chest.

"Oh God, no. Please no." Brennan cried, a hand going to her lips as she sat horrified.  She couldn't lose him. Not him. Her brother, her savior, her lifeline.

Tommy's breath was labored now and Brennan now realized it wasn't from the ceiling pieces. "Is-is Laurel safe?" He uttered gasping. "I tried to get them both out."

"Yeah, yeah.  You did." Oliver assured him. "You saved her and Brennan's going to be just fine. Just like you." Oliver moved to lift another piece away but Tommy stopped him.  

"Stop."  He urged. Oliver let go of the piece glancing at his friend. "I'm sorry."

Oliver shook his head, his throat closing up as tears came to his eyes.  "No, don't apologize."

"I was angry and I was jealous. I--" He sucked in another breath as more tears flowed from all three of their eyes."I am my father."

Brennan shook her head along with Oliver. "No, Tom Tom. No, you aren't." She said with conviction, running a hand through his hair to try and calm him down.

Tom looked at her before glancing at Oliver. "Did you kill him?"  He asked. Oliver knew the real answer would upset him, the news that he had killed his father would be too much. So he did what he had been doing since he got back from the island, he lied.

"No."

"Thank you,"  Tommy whispered.

"Tom," Brennan muttered grabbing his hand and giving it a little squeeze. Tommy's attention returned to his sister.

"Bren,"  He smiled slightly, his glossy eyes staring into her soul. A look that will haunt her dreams for months to come. "When Mom first proposed the idea of a new sister to me, I was angry.  But the moment Mom brought you home from that orphanage, it all changed for me. "

She shook her head sniffling. "Tom-Tom," She sobbed. "Don't do this."

"You-you've been there for me my entire life," He stopped to gasp for air. Brennan's hand tightened her grip on his but Tommy couldn't feel it anymore. "just like I have with you and I couldn't imagine having any other sister.  No one could ever be greater than you. I love you. Be strong for me."

"I love you too, Tom. I love you so much." The two siblings smiled sadly at each other before Tommy broke the gaze to look at Oliver.

"Take-take care of her Ollie."  He commanded with a heavy breath. "Take care of her and Laurel and yourself."

"I will Tommy. I will."  Oliver nodded, another batch of tears leaking from his ducts.

"Thank you." And with those last words, Tommy took in his final breath, his head rolling to the side.

"No, no, no."  Oliver chanted.

Brennan's heart collapsed as her brother's cheek hit the plaster on the other side of him and his grip went slack in her palm.

"T?" She questioned not wanting to believe he was dead.  He couldn't be.  He said he would always be there for her. He said he'd never leave.

"Tommy?" She dropped his hand to shake his arm. "Tommy!"

"He's gone B. He's gone."  Oliver confirmed her worst fear before wrapping his arms around her and pressing her into his body.

"No, no. NO! NO! TOMMY! HE CAN'T BE GONE!" She wailed but Oliver just held her tighter running a hand down her hair. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." He shook his head from above her. "It should have been me.  It should have me."

Brennan ignored his turmoil sitting in a vat of her own. "HE SAID HE'D NEVER LEAVE. HE SAID HE WOULDN'T LEAVE."

"Shh. Shh."  Oliver tried to consul her but it only managed to quiet the screams, her sobs echoing among the rubble.

"Don't leave me, Tommy.  Don't leave."

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Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

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As they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy grey and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost.

J.K. Rowling. Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. United Kingdom, 1997. Print. (via autumn-eternally)

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in case you were wondering if anyone will remember your random acts of kindness:

when i was in kindergarten, i met a boy named jordan. i don’t remember meeting him. i remember knowing him when, one day before dismissal, he came up and asked if he could be my friend. i was a painfully shy kid, and he was friendly and fun and talked a lot, so i said yes. we were the kind of friends that kindergarteners are: buddies during snack time, sharing the best crayons when we colored, and never even thinking that it could go outside of the walls of our school. it was fine. it was great. i had a friend. he’s the first friend i ever made on my own. he’s the first person who made me realise that i could.

my next clear memory of jordan comes when i was in fourth grade. in the morning, i was talking to kristen, who was one of my only friends at that point. she was looking forward to gym, because it was dodgeball day. i was not; i was always picked last in gym class, no matter who the team captains were. you don’t pick the slow-moving kid with glasses if you want to win, and grade-schoolers can be cruel. jordan heard, though; i remember that, because i remember him looking at me as i pointed out how much i wasn’t looking forward to gym, and i remember my cheeks burning because this popular kid heard about my problems.

we had lunch, and math, and finally gym to round out the day. gym, and dodgeball, and riley being one captain, and jordan being the other. and jordan, who won the coin toss, who got his pick of any kid in our class, picking me first. he didn’t even hesitate. he called my name, he pointed to me, and he smiled at me when i walked up to stand next to him. when riley laughed and picked derek for his team and taunted jordan about how he was going to lose, jordan laughed right back and told him that with me on his team, he was definitely going to win. (i don’t remember if we won or not. we probably didn’t. all i remember is not hating dodgeball for one day, and that was enough.)

fast-forward another few years, to another gym class in another school. we were doing baseball, which was my own personal hell in seventh grade. my eyesight hadn’t gotten any better, and i was too tall, too skinny, too out of touch with how to move my limbs to possibly make the bat and the ball connect. rules were rules, though, and no matter how far back in the batting line i stood, nobody was allowed to go back in the building until everyone had a chance. i made myself last every chance i could, because by that point anyone who was interested in the sport had gotten their fill and wandered away, and it didn’t matter that i stuck my elbows out and hunched over the plate and swung and swung and swung at balls that kept whizzing by me and smacking into the fence.

this day, though, this day was the worst day, because i had to be in the middle of the lineup. i don’t remember why; i only remember the sick feeling in my stomach, the feeling that the class would laugh at me as i stood there praying i didn’t move the wrong way and get hit with the ball. when i got up to home plate, i grabbed the bat and stood there and stared at the pitching mound, and jordan smiled back at me. i was clearly nervous; it was no secret that i hated gym, wasn’t any good at it. there were two kids on bases in the field, and someone in the back made a comment about striking me out; one of the kids on base groaned about how he was just going to steal home. jordan kept smiling as he walked off the mound, came up next to me, and quietly asked if he could show me how to hold the bat, how to stand. he demonstrated how to swing, and told me to just try to hit it gently. “just like this,” he said, and held the bat out in front of himself. bunting. i knew the name, even if i’d never been able to pull it off before. “hold it there. you’ll hit the ball.”

i nodded. i didn’t care. i wanted it to be over with.

he walked back to the mound, looked back and me, and then took a few steps forward. “just like i said,” he told me, and i nodded again. he tossed the ball very gently, and i held the bat out, and miracle of miracles, i bunted the ball. “run, run,” he yelled, making a ridiculous dive for the ball, kicking it out of the way of any of the outfielders who were catching on and heading for it. “first base!”

i ran. i made it to first base. i laughed, because i had never been able to do that before, and jordan turned and smiled at me before returning to the mound and striking out the next three people at bat, one right after the other.

now consider this: i met jordan almost twenty-five years ago. i remember these things, these small kindnesses, the things he didn’t have to do but did anyway. he probably doesn’t remember doing any of them. he probably doesn’t even remember me, at this point, and that’s fine. i remember his kindness when there wasn’t a ton to be had, and i remember him smiling when everyone else was laughing at me.

kindness matters. thanks for being kind, jordan. and to everyone else who has been kind, to me or to someone else: thank you, too. your kindness is noted, is appreciated, is remembered.

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Hey guys! This post has been coming for a really long time, I’m sorry to have kept you all waiting but university readings have kept me very very busy! I have compiled a list of books which are classics (in their own way, some even being modern classics). Books that I’ve read and loved or other people in my life have loved have been italicised and this list includes links to my favourite covers/the edition of the book that I own since you all ask me where I buy my books from on my bookstagram (and that is from book depository!). I hope you enjoy this, stay bookish 📚

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee 

The Great Gatsby; Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger 

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck 

A Tale of Two Cities; Bleak House; Great Expectations; Major Works by Charles Dickens

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury 

Dracula by Bram Stoker

The Iliad and The Odyssey by Homer 

The Four Tragedies and The Four Histories; The Complete Works by William Shakespeare

The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas 

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy 

The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien 

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley 

Les Misérables by Victor Hugo 

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett 

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain

Northanger Abbey; Persuasion; Pride and Prejudice; Emma; Sense and Sensibility; Mansfield Park by Jane Austen

The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck

The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway 

A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare (*cough* my name is mentioned here *cough*)

Moby-Dick by Herman Melville 

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll 

Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery 

Treasure Island and The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson 

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller 

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry 

Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad 

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier 

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut 

Tess of the D'Urbervilles; Far from the Madding Crowd; Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy

Middlemarch by George Eliot

War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy 

The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis 

Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

The Stranger; The Fall; The Myth of Sisyphus; The Plague by Albert Camus

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

Beowulf

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez

Candide by Voltaire

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

The Bhagavad Gita

Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne

The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins

Paradise Lost  by John Milton

The Divine Comedy by Dante

The Awakening by Kate Chopin

The Prince by Niccolò Machiavelli

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

To the Lighthouse; Mrs. Dalloway; A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf

The Trial; Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce

The Picture of Dorian Gray; The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde

The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

Antigone by Sophocles

The Republic by Plato

Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

Utopia by Thomas More

The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank

The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera

The Epic of Gilgamesh

The Rainbow by D.H. Lawrence

1984 by George Orwell

The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco

Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden

Life of Pi by Yann Martel

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx

Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

Atonement by Ian McEwan

Harry Potter by JK Rowling

A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

The Brothers Karamazov; Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

Confessions by St Augustine of Hippo

The Perks of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche

Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk

A Passage to India; A Room with a View by E.M. Forster

The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

The Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins

The Plays by Christopher Marlowe

Norwegian Wood; Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murakami

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

The Secret History; The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

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I hope you guys enjoyed it! Feel free to message me if you want me to add one of your favourite books or something, happy reading 😙❤️

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Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

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If You Want It, Take It

“Can we please not talk about Veronica?” You groaned into your milkshake before grabbing an onion ring and stuffing it in your mouth.

A smug grin worked its way onto Kevin’s face, “And why is that Jas?”

The girl dropped the onion ring that she was about to put into her mouth back in the basket and glared at her friend. “You know why.”

Kevin’s smirk widened as he slurped his vanilla shake. “Is it because you are jealous of her style?”

“You know that’s not it.” She grumbled not looking at him.

“Oh, so it’s her always hanging out with Betty.” Your head shot up from stirring your Oreo milkshake as anger pulled in your belly. 

“No! It’s because every time I see her, all I want to do is kiss the crap out of her until her pearls fall to the floor and she is moaning my name. Are you happy Kevin?” The giant grin on his face told you that he was. But fear settled into your belly as you realized your best friend wasn’t currently looking at you, but behind you.

Slowly, as if the earth was halting your motions with its treacherous gravity, you turned your head to star into the lovely brown eyes that you wished you could gaze into every minute of every day. Except right now when they were as wide as a deer’s in headlights and your stomach dropped out your asshole while your heart pounded in your chest.

After a second, the New Yorker regained her composure and smiled at you flirtatiously. “Well, first you’ll have to buy me dinner.”

A smile wormed its way onto your face. You slid out of the booth to be in front of her as your confidence shot through the roof. 

If you want it, take it.

It’s a line that your father always said and you were finally going to follow it.

“It’s a date.” You whispered as you leaned in close. Your eyes fell from her stare down to her lips and back again before you sucked in your lower lip into your mouth. Veronica’s pulse skipped a beat while getting flushed. She had already thought you were gorgeous, but that move right there was sinful and a huge hit to Veronica Lodge’s lust button.

She stepped closer to the other brunette. Her dainty fingers curled into the belt loops of your pants. “If you keep biting your lip like that this place is going to get a definite rating change from PG.”

You didn’t stop, however. Instead, you bit hard and leaned closer. If you moved a centimeter closer your lips would be touching. Your eyes met her’s and a smug grin now fit on your face. 

“Oh, but Darlin’ you’ll have to take me on a date first.”

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You wanted fire? Sorry, Cheryl Bombshell. My specialty is ice.

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I was getting pretty fed up with links and generators with very general and overused weapons and superpowers and what have you for characters so:

Here is a page for premodern weapons, broken down into a ton of subcategories, with the weapon’s region of origin. 

Here is a page of medieval weapons.

Here is a page of just about every conceived superpower.

Here is a page for legendary creatures and their regions of origin.

Here are some gemstones.

Here is a bunch of Greek legends, including monsters, gods, nymphs, heroes, and so on. 

Here is a website with a ton of (legally attained, don’t worry) information about the black market.

Here is a website with information about forensic science and cases of death. Discretion advised. 

Here is every religion in the world. 

Here is every language in the world.

Here are methods of torture. Discretion advised.

Here are descriptions of the various methods used for the death penalty. Discretion advised.

Here are poisonous plants.

Here are plants in general.

Feel free to add more to this!