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Blue Fairy
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“Man if there were two of me, I’d get so much more done,” Mini muses to himself as he lounges backwards in his chair, stretching his arms above his head and staring out the window.

The moon is bright this late at night, perhaps even a little too bright, shining pale and blue right into his eyes.

The light is so blinding, he has to squint to see anything past it. So he closes his eyes for a minute (just to rest them for a few seconds) and leans his head even further back into the chair where the cushion is soft and cradles him.

“Wish granted,” he hears right beside his ear, and jumps, startled to hear another voice. There should be nobody else here, he’s the only one at home.

But standing beside him now is a blue fairy, of all things. Tall and elegantly dressed in sweeping blue fabrics with her pale shimmering wings stretching to the ceiling.

“You’ve been a good boy Mini Ladd,“ she says, waving a wand that sparkles faintly at the top. “So I will grant you your wish.”

“.. what?” Is his eloquent response.

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Tittie Pillow
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“Get your free Mini Tittie Pillow today!” The tv yells across the room at well-past any reasonable hour for a person to be awake and watching infomericals at full volume. “Comes with full-sized Mini doll!”

“You know,” Mini thinks out loud to himself from where he’s drapped himself over the couch. “I could probably use one of those..”

One arm is dangling over the edge, the remote is so close to falling out of his hand already that he slimply gives up his grip and lets the changer fall to the floor.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and quickly dials the number, ready to place his order then and there, and chirps eagerly at the representative who answers the phone.

In a few more hours he falls asleep. A few more and he’s up again, at work and wishing he was home.

Then a month goes by, and he’s completely forgotten all about that night. But someone is knocking on his front door, three times quickly and quite loudly. Insistant almost..

“Oh yeah,” Mini thinks to himself, as he wipes the excess water from doing dishes off his hands and onto the back of his pants on his way to open the door. “I ordered a pillow or something didn’t I?”

He twists the handle and swings the door open, spreading his arms wide in a grand reveal just for the sake of it, and says “Bring it on in!”

On the other side of the threshold his own face is staring right back at him. With an expression that almost says, ‘I wasn’t expecting this..’

(Mini is, surprise suprise, wearing the exact same face.)

The Copy Craig blinks and repeats almost under his breath “..bring it in..” and twists around so he can look down at his own ass. Then squeezes his butt.

“Well..” Mini says.

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Minicest
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“Mm,” Mini says as he turns over, still half asleep and so comfortable laying in bed that the thought of leaving never even set in.

It’s not quite morning yet, the room is still dark and somewhat cool, but pressed against his chest a warmth pools there and softens him.

A pair of arms around his waist, hair faintly tickling beneath his chin, and his own voice grumbles back at him sleepily.

“Don’t move asshole.” 

Mini yawns so hard he is singing a song of sleep, and he stretches out over the bedspread. His legs almost reach the end, or atleast they would if Craig didn’t have a knee cupped around each one. Wrapping up around him like the man was born from spiders and made to weave webs.

Mini is too tired to protest, and closes his eyes again.

johnnyjellocat:

Pair: Ohm x Cartoonz
Genre: angst/fluff
Word Count: 1260
Trigger Warning(s): hints at self-harm, chain-smoking
Writer: Me/Thatsadfanboy [wattpad]
Dt: @emesbii bc there highkey needs to be more Ohmtoonz

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It was a late February night, I listened to porch swings creaking with the weight of the neighbourhood. Listening to the soft night-murmurs of the grown people on our street. I stood on the porch, scanning everything around. The only sign of life was the lit cigarette smoldering between my fingers. I sucked on the cigarette like it was the only thing anchoring me to the world.

     It was cold, a slight breeze making it seem just a little bit colder. But I tried not to let the cooler temperature get to me. I took a hard drag from my cigarette, the cherry flaring, and lit the end of a new one off the old one before stubbing it out. I had already smoked a pack and a half, so another one wasn’t anything special. Even though I told myself I was only going to smoke one, I got carried away and on autopilot. Smoking a full pack or two was a normal thing for me. Luke has always had a disapprobation about smoking and cigarettes. He almost went addle when he found out that I chained-smoked daily, but what could he do? Nothing.

The porch light flicked on and the front door opened. Luke peered his head out. I brought the cigarette up to my lips and turned to him.

“Hey, the temperature is dropping, you should come inside soon,” he said. I sucked on the cigarette and held the smoke in for what felt like forever. When I exhaled, it was like I’d blown the last dusty remnants of my hope out with it. I nodded. He shut the front door and turned off the light, leaving me alone in the dark…again.

Eventually I stubbed out my cigarette, going inside our warm home. I hung up my coat and took off my shoes. I toss my half empty cigarette pack onto the coffee table, laying down on the couch. I heard Luke walk down the stairs, coming into the living room. I motioned him over. I wanted to be closer to him. He laid on top of me, snaking his long arms around my upper torso. I draped my arm across his back, my hand on his shoulder. He put his lips on mine and loved the after taste. He smiled sweetly, but it almost seemed forced. It didn’t look like his genuine smile. He chuckled. His chuckle always made me smile.

    “Your lips taste like cigarettes and regrets,” Luke said. His big chestnut eyes looking at me. Lively. Observant. Beautiful and captivating. Drawing me in.

    My smile wavered slightly. I drummed my fingertips on his shoulder before I moved my hand to the back of his head. I tried to think of something to say. But nothing. I couldn’t think of an excuse or a subject change or anything. My mind was blank. I wanted to tell him everything, but I’m unable to. Speechless. Tongue twisted. I wanted to tell him how I was nowhere close to overcoming my nicotine addiction. My chain-smoking. I am trying to quit, it’s not easy. Trying to quell an addiction of any kind is difficult. It’s not like I can just tell myself that I never want to touch another cigarette again in my life and I magically no longer crave these cancer sticks. It ain’t that simple.

   I wish it was simple, though.

   “Oh,” I finally mutter.

   “You know, Ryan,” he said. “There is a reason, there is a story behind every single cigarette you smoke, right?”

   Those beautiful eyes glaze over all shiny like little bruises.

“I know,” I whispered.

“Then why can’t you tell me?”

“It’s…I don’t think I can, Lukey.”

“How come?”

I drummed my fingertips on his neck. I didn’t know how to answer his question; notwithstanding, I didn’t want to answer his question. The answer I have should be kept cloistered.

     “It’s nothing,” I say. “I promise Luke.”

     “It’s not nothing, Ryan,” he retorts. “I’m worried and I thought that you trusted me.”

     “I do trust you, but don’t worry.”

     Luke sighs. I could tell he was getting annoyed and fed up with me. He gets up. He starts going up the stairs. “Great. Now I smell like fucking…cigarettes. I’m going to take a shower.”

    I bolt up from the couch, following him upstairs. I didn’t want to cry, but I felt my eyes burning.

     “Luke, please. Wait—”

     “No! Leave me alone so I can take a damn shower!” he yells tersely. “I fucking hate smelling like cigarettes, and you know that, Ryan.”

     I stopped. I just stare at him. My heart was palpitating hard against my ribcage, and I was sure that Luke could hear it. I was afflicted with him in dismal silence. I wanted to say something, but it felt like my tongue was tied. The anxiety I was suppressing was climbing up my throat, clawing at my oesophagus. It felt like bile burning through the mucus coated tissue. I balled my hands into fists. He was about to walk away when I tersely spoke. 

     “I’m sorry for smelling like cigarettes when you wanted to smell roses, and having bloodshot eyes when you wanted to look into a meadow, and having scars on my wrists and thighs and hips and stomach where you wanted to touch,” I mewled. “I just don’t know how to take care of my body other than destroying it.”

     I couldn’t help it. I broke down in front of him. On the stairs. My face was buried in my hands. My body shook with each sob. Luke sat next to me, trying to calm me down. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. He shushed me, cooing words of reassurance into my ear softly. I shook and trembled in his arms.

“I wish that I was what you wanted,” my voice was muffled by my hands.

“Don’t say that. You are what I wanted,” Luke kissed my cheek. I wanted to stay like. In his grasp. Close together. I needed this. I brought my hands away from my face, hugging Luke tightly. I buried my face in his shoulder. He was so warm. He was so much warmer than I expected. But I didn’t mind. It felt…nice. With him soothing me, rocking us side to side gently, pecking my cheek every now and then. Lovingly.

Inevitably I calmed down. Luke pulled my face away from his shoulder, making me look at him. Into those eyes of his. He gave me a weak smile; a smile that looked sympathetic and pitiful at the same time. “I know you can eventually quit,” he said. “It’ll just take a while.”

“I know,” I said in a quiet, private voice.

Luke brought my face closer to his, connected our mouths in a tender kiss. He moved his hands to the sides of my face, holding me there. His lips against mine is the most peaceful thing I have ever encountered. His hands on my face and back are the most beautiful feelings I have ever felt. He makes me feel warm. The effect his touch has on me, is the same effect the sun has on the earth after a hurricane, or a cold night. When Luke pulled away, he giggled. He rested his forehead against mine. “Your lips still taste like regret and cigarettes.”

I smiled despite myself. “I’m sure it’ll always taste like that vaguely, even after I quit smoking.”

“Regret and Cigarettes„ sounds like a poem or song.

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Dedicated to @emesbii bc you asked for it and I put forth an effort! I tried, okay?

They were at a stupid mandatory party. Ryan didn’t want to go alone so he asked Luke to be his fake date. They spent all night socializing with the others as a couple and when they were alone, they laughed at how easy they fooled everyone.

At the end of the night, Luke offered to take a drunk Ryan back to his house and he happily agreed. As Luke was driving, Ryan couldn’t stop admiring Luke and the way the street lights illuminated his handsome face. It was pretty well known that Ryan was bisexual but he wasn’t sure about Luke.

They finally pulled up to a small house and Luke helped Ryan get inside. “You’re such a lightweight!”, he laughed as he left him in his living room to take a shower. Ryan couldn’t stop picturing his friend in the shower, naked and wet, and scolded himself. Luke is his friend, not someone he should fantasize about. Even if he is really handsome and he has really nice biceps and it would be ecstasy to be dominated by him. As he thought about this, his hand absentmindedly trailed into his pants as he stroked himself, letting out small, jagged breaths and closing his eyes. ‘How would he react if he saw me getting off on his couch like a teen in high school?’ he thought to himself. He grunted and spread his legs out further. “L-Luke”, he breathed out. “Yea? Did you call me?”, he heard Luke walk into the living room and froze still in shock.”I- um, Ohm?”, Luke questioned as he walked in front of the now completely red man. Said man went to take his hand out of his pants but Luke kept it in place. “Is this what you want? Do you want me to make you feel good, baby girl?”, Luke whispered into his ear. Ryan keened and couldn’t stop his back from arching when he felt his breath on his neck. “Yes! Please~”, he whined as he pressed closer to him. Luke easily slipped off his shirt and kissed him. “And you’re sure about this?”, he pulled back to look him in the face when he asked this. “Of course, I want you”, Ryan smiled at Luke’s concern but that dropped when he felt a new hand rub at him. “D-Don’t stop-”, he panted. Luke pulled off his pants and sat Ryan on his lap, allowing him to grind down for more friction. “You like that, baby girl? Want me to make you cum?”, he growled. Ryan grunted and wrapped his legs around Luke’s waist. “Please!”, he whined. Luke stuck his hand into Ryan’s briefs and started stroking him. “Ahh, Luke!”, Ryan came on his hand and looked down in embarrassment for not lasting long. Luke gently lifted his head up and made him look him in the face as he licked the cum off his fingers. “Ryan, what does this mean? About.. us?”, he asked worriedly. “I thought that was obvious, I want to date you.”, he mumbled from his place in the crook of Luke’s neck. Luke grinned down at him and snuggled closer. “I’d like that too.”

(Okay so honestly, I’m not good at this. Is that obvious? I’m not good at this at all but you asked for it so here ya go! I tried!)

johnnyjellocat:

Pair: Mini Ladd x Terroriser
Genre: smut(it’s kinda comedic too)
Word Count: 1258
Trigger Warning(s): slight daddy kink, [n]sfw(?)
Writer: Me/Thatsadfanboy [wattpad]
Dedicated to @emesbii

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The hotel room was quiet as I laid back on the bed with my phone in my hand. Lucas, whom typically goes by SMii7Y, was out with John getting sushi. Craig was in the bathroom trying to fix his hair, even though I thought it looked perfectly fine. I was on Craig and I’s shared bed, scrolling through Twitter. Craig walked out of the bathroom and over to our bed. He plopped down onto his stomach next to me.

“What you doing, Bri?” He inquired.

   “Just scrolling through my twitter feed, that’s all,” I said.

I glanced at him quickly, seeing that he had that look in his eyes. I grinned. “I’m guessing you want us to be so gay right now?” He nods with a wink. I shut off my phone and toss is gently on the bedside table. I sit up. I gesture for Craig to sit on my lap. He gets up and sits on my lap. I rest my hands on his hips as I stared into his eyes.

Craig places both of his hands on either side of my face and kisses me impatiently. I kiss back roughly yet passionately.

I could feel him grinding his hips against me. I pull away from him and stifle a moan. He huffs out a giggle. “You ready?” He asked. I said yes.

“What about lube or a condom?”

He gets up from my lap and goes over to our luggage. I watch quietly as Craig rummaged through the luggage. I see him pull out a little bottle of lube and a packet of a condom. “I knew we were going to have sex at some point, so I came prepared babe.” He holds the items up. I shook my head with a smirked.

   Craig walks over to my bedside table and places down the items. He climbs back onto my lap, taking off his shirt and throwing it to the floor. I again rest my hands on his hips.

I slip my hands into his sweatpants and underwear, pulling them down slightly. He bats away my hands. I give him a confused expression. “Not until you’re hard.” Craig sticks his tongue out at me.

   “Baby, I’m sure I’m hard as stone by now with you on my lap.” My hands rub up and down his sides. He shrugs leisurely.

Craig gets off my lap, taking off his sweatpants and boxer briefs, them falling to the auburn carpeted floor. I slid my jeans and boxers off, letting them softly hit the floor as well, and I reach for the condom packet and lube.

    I open the condom packet and slide it onto my cock. I squeeze a dollop of lube into my and, lathering it onto my dick.

     I bite my lip as Craig was hovering over me.

    “God, I love you so fucking much,” Craig hissed as took ahold of my cock. He lined himself up with my dick, hovering over it before he inserted the tip, slowly and carefully lowing himself onto me. I moaned as he did so.

    Craig’s hands moved to my chest as he steadied himself. He bit his lip as he lowered himself onto me, moaning at the sensation of my cock sliding all the way into him.

    My hands slid to Craig’s hips, stifling a groan as he circled his hips. I glanced up at Craig whose eyes were shut and lips parted slightly in a soundless moan. As he rolled his hips, Craig dug his nails into my chest, and softly moaned my name.

    “You’re my everything, daddy.” Craig groaned as he pushed his hips harder into me.

   I shivered and grabbed two handfuls of his ass, fully delighting in the way I can feel the muscles shift as Craig fucked himself on my dick. “You’re all that and so much more to me, princess,” I mumbled back.

    Although I wanted my hands to stay on Craig’s ass, I couldn’t help but let them them rest on his lower back, and let my fingers trace along his hot and sweaty skin.

    My hands wandered over his body till my hands found his cock, slowing stroking Craig as he continued to move up and down on me, gradually picking up speed.

    Craig rested his hands on my shoulders as he slammed down on me harder, his whole body rolling with pleasure and pure bliss, his face almost in the crook of my neck. All he could hear was my breathy pants next to his ear.

    “Ah, fuck princess. Ah–so fucking good,” I moaned quietly.

The tight grip Craig had on my shoulders had loosened as he drew nearer. His hands were gentler as they rubbed over my shoulders, his noises were growing more desperate, and his cock leaking a steady stream of clear precum.

“Oh my god…” Craig moaned deeply as I thrusted into him a few times, hitting hit prostate with blissful accuracy.

“Gah–Brian!” Craig gasped as he released white ropes out of his flushed cock.

My hand continued to jerk off his spewing cock, coaxing more and more droplets of cum from Craig with each fervent pump. Craig was trembling above me, him tightening as I continued to thrust into him, sloppily reaching my own sweet release.

The door suddenly swung open and Lucas stepped in. He stopped in his tracks when he saw us. I heard John inquire why he just stopped, but no one said anything. Lucas scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Well, uh…damb. I’ll just…John and I will leave you two alone…again.” He started shuffling John out the door. John was still confused about what just happened.

After they left, Craig and I just laughed tiredly, too drained to even consider moving. A few moments later, I lifted Craig off of me, and he rolled over to lie next to me, panting from the sex we just had.

“Damn, that was great,” I whispered. I wrapped my arms around Craig and pulled his body closer to mine.

“It was until Lucas walked it, but give me like eight or so minutes and I can go for another round.”

I huffed out a chuckle. “Fuck yes.”

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you gotta be dunkin my donuts

you gotta be huttin my pizza

you gotta be mackin my donalds, man

youre really innin’ my outs here, buddy. youre fivein my guys.

ya whitin my castle. ya dairyin my queen. ya steakin my shake.

But are you belling my taco

you’re expressing my panda

you’re starring my bucks here bud

u rly krispin my kremes my dude

You’re really carling my junior here bucko

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johnnyjellocat:

Pair: Terroriser x Moo Snuckel
Genre: fluff (hints at smut)
Word Count: 1001
Trigger Warning(s): none
Writer: me/thatsadfanboy [wattpad]

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   Brian liked Brock’s fingers. He liked to watch them drum against the counter slowly and casually, each one pressing to its surface with such restrained control and effort. He liked to watch one tap against Brock’s chin as he stared at products at the grocery store or as he decided on which coupons to clip in a magazine. He liked to watch as Brock cracked each knuckle individually, watch as his thumb came over each digit swiftly and smoothly. Or when he threaded them together and cracked them all at once, each finger bending backwards elegantly and mesmerizingly.

    He loved when they threaded through his hair, sweetly and gently, or when they tightened painfully within his honeyed tresses, gripped and pulled his head back until Brock’s mouth found purchase at his neck. He loved when they slithered beneath his shirt, sliding slowly and sensually across warmed skin, an unbearable desire sizzling in their wake.

   Brian loved when they found their way into his mouth, his tongue lapping over each digit frantically and desperately. He loved when they curled deep within him, making his back arch or his breathing hitch, a white hot feeling erupting within his belly. He loved when Brock would forget himself, lose himself in the feeling of their bodies together and thrust harder, move faster, and breathe heavier. His fingers would grip too tightly, bend curves into Brian’s hips and thighs and indent the skin at his wrists and ribs.

   But Brian also loved waking up to a soft caress at his cheek, fingers ghosting over his nose and eyes, trailing over his jawline and around his ears. And above all else, he loved when they tucked beneath his chin and tilted it upward so he could be greeted with a good morning kiss on the nape of his neck and the underside of his chin. He loved feeling Brock’s soft lips graze against his fair skin.

  One morning, Brian wakes to soft lips on his neck.

   To be fair, they’re being very careful in their work. The sensation he feels is so slight, like snowflakes settling on what now counts as skin, that it takes Brian a moment to realise that this isn’t the only thing that woke him. No, it’s a combination of those lips on his shoulders and neck, increased temperature of his immediate surroundings, and the arms tightening slowly around his torso.

  Brian breathes out, a sigh full of what he doesn’t feel. There is nothing in this world that dispels his demons more effectively than the presence of the single most purest human being he has ever encountered. At this moment there is nothing Brian could conceivably worry about, because it is Brock’s hands interlocking at his spine, his smaller frame pressed up so comfortably on top of his own, and his lover’s lips ghosting up alongside the trapezius connecting his shoulder blades to his skull.

  The kisses are languid, melting against the pale skin like velveteen chocolates, and Brian has to draw his hands up to the sides of Brock’s face, to convince himself that this moment is as real as it feels.

  “Hmmm.” Brock’s eyes remain closed, but his kisses move farther up until he reaches the very edge of the thick blond hair, the spot right behind and almost below Brian’s ear where touch becomes either ticklish or erotic.

   The ceiling fan starts to whir quietly, turning slowly from the air gently pushing it, and Brock takes the lobe of a studded ear into his mouth and draws his tongue up against the back of a silver earring.

“Babe! Ah…Br..ock…” The initial yelp is rendered almost silent by the impossibly gentle ministrations Brock lavishes over the porcelain skin, drawn into a wavering sigh as the stud is delicately toyed with. A soft humming resonates from the older man’s chest, settling comfortably into Brian’s other ear.

  “Good morning, Bri,” Brock practically purrs as he lets go of his disciple’s ear. His arms loosen around the wide chest and move up to support him as he leans, still half-asleep, over Brian’s face. Without letting Brian get a chance to even reply he locks their mouths together in a contented kiss.

  As pure as he is, Brock is still mortal, and so he eventually comes up for air. Brian smiles at the half lidded eyes and the slight smile on Brock’s face.

“Good morning, Brocky.”

“You look gorgeous this morning,” Brock ran his fingers through Brian’s bedhead locks, only getting stuck a few times.

“You always say that,” Brian said.

“And you always look gorgeous in the morning,” Warm affection ran though every word, giving Brian a fuzzy feeling inside. “And you always look gorgeous in the afternoon and at night; you just always look gorgeous at any time of day.”

Brian giggled lightly, rolling his eyes. He knew that Brock enjoyed complimenting him daily, in a way to constantly remind him that he loved Brian dearly. Like he praised Brian for being him.

“But you constantly look angelic yourself.”

Brock’s fingers drummed on Brian’s hip, coming down softly and slowly. He took in Brian’s words. He adored this man, especially when he’d compliment him back or sleeping soundly cuddled next to him. These precious moments Brock treasured, never wanting to forget them. The sun’s light shone through the cracks in the curtains, the rays hitting their faces—feeling the sun’s warmth on their skin was one of the best things in the morning. There was a subtle rumble of cars and trucks zooming down the roads, which shook everything in the bedroom slightly. Brock breathed quietly as to not disturb the peaceful and content air. He was afraid that if he breathed too hard it would ruin the perfect moment.

But every moment is perfect between them.

“I look angelic because of how the sun shines behind me whenever you look my way.”

“Shut up you shiny angel,” said Brian. “Just take my compliment.”

“I did; I always do.”

I love this…..thank you 

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its kinda scary how your whole life depends on how well you do as a teenager 

oh my god No it doesn’t don’t put this kind of pressure on people?? you can absolutely fuck up in your teen years and continue on to a good life just fine. you can drop out of school, get a GED, still go to college and finish your degree as late as you want. i know people in my school who still haven’t graduated and they’re 26. some older. you can always transfer someplace else, always build yourself up from the ground. after a certain amount of college credits, a lot of schools really don’t care about your high school GED or your SAT scores anymore. if you fuck up in your teenage years you are not a failure!! you can ALWAYS re-invent yourself, always start over. there is always a second chance.

Reblogging this for my followers freaking out over art school/college. I dropped out of high school and never thought I’d get into college as easily as I did. You will be fine!

Fun story my biology professor just told us:  When he was 23 he was married to his wife and worked two jobs to support them since she was in college: gas station attendant and construction worker.  He worked these two jobs because that was the only work he could get since he was at the reading level of a third grader.  

One night he was writing something and his wife noticed he was writing from right to left.  Since she was studying occupational therapy she realized he had a learning disability and started working with him.  He slowly began to learn to read, and at 26 got his GED and went to college.

His first year of college he took the lowest level math course he could take, 001.  Over the years he worked on learning what he needed to, ended up graduating with a biology degree.  He then went on to get his masters and PhD, graduating at the top of his class.  He is now an extremely accomplished biologist and professor.

So don’t let anyone tell you that you’re future is based on your choices as a teenager.

Seriously.  Do not believe this.  You aren’t even stuck with your choices you make in your 20s.  I didn’t start working in my current field until just after my 30th birthday.  It has nothing to do with what I went to school for in my 20s.  My husband has a political science degree, and he’s a sports journalist.

You are not tied to anything.  Go.  Be.

My day job did not exist when I was a teenager. And the idea of trying to be an author was a distant thing on my radar. I thought I was going to be an English teacher. And then I thought I was going to be a music teacher. And then I thought I was going to be a drama teacher.

Also in there: therapist, early childhood educator, then finally: web developer–because by then it was an actual thing that existed. I didn’t actually figure out what I “wanted to do when I grew up” until about eight years ago, when I was 36. I tried pursuing writing when I was 30, stopped, then started pursuing it seriously again when I was 40. 

There is always time to change. And don’t let anyone tell you that high school is “the best time of your life” either, because that’s bullshit too.

Reblogging for my followers. My high school teachers didn’t know what to do with me, and I failed everything but a low photography grade. I thought university wasn’t for me, and settled for marrying a mediocre man who spent all day on Warcraft. Then I went to community college. Now I’m in uni doing a double English and philosophy degree, just back from America. I am also single.

Also important: College is not the only option. Don’t let anyone try to tell you it is. If you’re not academically inclined, the trades are an option and they are a good option– if the only thing you think you’re good at is make-up do that. There are people who can live comfortably just doing make-up. We have this idea planted in our heads as teenagers (and younger) that not fitting into an academic mould of some sort means you’re failing at life and this is bullshit. There’s no reason to feel like you’re “failing at life” because you don’t like school or were never good at it. We need skilled workers in the world, and the thing they don’t tell you is all work is skilled work. If it’s work, it takes skill. Yes, this encompasses “service” jobs, it encompasses all jobs. Please don’t think that what you do, or what you have an interest in doing is of less value than something that requires a college education. This coming from the college-educated white girl who is a seamstress because it’s what I enjoy. If college isn’t going to get you where you want to go, than you don’t need to go! It’s that simple. Take whatever path you need to get to where you are happy and comfortable and fufilled. If you’re doing what you love you are sucessful.

i didn’t graduate with my bachelor’s until i was 26 and life took a few turns along the way but now, at 37, i have a job that makes me genuinely happy. and it’s got nothing to do with how well i did in high school.

This! This make me cry… I’m 23 and I really don’t know where I’m going, so reading this kinds of storys makes me feel hope!

I love all this support and inspiring stories, but what I think op was getting at was that our teachers/parents/elders ingrain this idea in us that if we fuck up in our teens, we fuck up everything. So don’t ever let adults make you feel less for needing/spending more time to achieve your goals. You’re still amazing if you get a degree at 24 or 44 or even not at all

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     It was a casual day in the house. Luke was recording with Delirious while Lui decided to hang out with Droidd. Ohm and Evan were cuddling on the couch watching a movie.

     Ohm was purring quietly into Evan’s chest while he ran his calloused fingers through Ohm’s hair.

      Ryan slipped a hand under Evan’s loose white tee just to draw little patterns on his chest, but he felt something silky yet itchy around his chest area.

    He pulled his hand out and looked up at Evan with a questionable look on his face. Evan smiled sheepishly with his face getting redder by the moment.

    “It’d probably be easier to show you.” He muttered before taking off his shirt. He was wearing a silky, sheer kind of bra.

    “Luke goes crazy when I wear lingerie.” Ohm couldn’t seem to find words, he was in a mix of wanting to drool or run into the bathroom.

     “You know, I think you’d look good in lingerie too.” Evan purred and got up from his spot on the couch.

     “M-Me? No, no way. I wouldn’t look good with it on because of my chub and I’m not confident.” Ohm whispered that last part but he heard.

     “What have I told you before Ryan. I love you and your chub. You’re my cute chubby bunny.” Evan wrapped his arms around his neck before kissing his cheek.

     “Come on, I know a girl that can hook you up.” Evan pleaded and gave Ryan puppy eyes because he knew, he could not resist his puppy eyes.

     “I’ll think about it, o-okay.” Evan nodded knowing not to pressure him into doing something that he wasn’t comfortable with. He kissed his cheek before going to Luke’s recording room.

      Ohm sighed sitting back down on the couch. He scrunched his eyebrows and thought for a moment. He nodded to himself before leaving to a store.

       The second Ohm walked into the store he got uncomfortable quickly. It was a lingerie store for men and he wasn’t as half good looking on the posters or the men in the store, to his dismay.

       A female attendant approached him. She had a tape measure around her neck and looked dressed well.

     “Hello sir can I help you find anything today?” She asked looking up and down his body as if she were mentally trying to figure out his size.

     “Uh, I really don’t know. I don’t know what I’m really looking for.” Ryan bit his lip anxiously and looked around.

     “Well that’s what I’m here for. So special occasion?”

     “N-No, my boyfriend has been trying to convince me to buy some and I’m just not really sure. So I went alone.” His face was so red and he was debating whether he wanted to turn around and walk out.

     “Don’t worry! I’ll help you find something!” The girl exclaimed excitedly. She must love her job.

      “So let’s see. We can find something to fit your personality. So shy, but sweet. Perhaps rosy.” She led Ohm over to a certain section of the store and began picking out several different sets of lingerie. She basically dragged him to a changing room and handed him everything.

     “Try them on! I’ll wait outside.” She said before leaving the little room.

     Ohm began trying on the lingerie starting with a pastel purple set. It hugged his body perfectly, but he felt as if it didn’t “fit”.

      He sighed and took it off, trying the next one on. It was a sheer, see through set. Pink and blue ombre; however, he didn’t like it. It felt itchy and scratchy against his skin. Ohm shook his head and took that on off.

      It was snug. It was bubblegum pink and something about it gave him that sense of some coverage. The bra part was comfortable and had lace on the bottom. Intricate rose patterns woven into it. There was also a see through silk dangling from it. It was  completed by nice panties and stockings with the same rose patterns on the bra.

     Ryan looked at himself in the mirror and for once he felt confident in himself, his body. Ohm smiled and peaked outside the dressing room.

     “Did you find the one?” She suddenly perks up seeing Ohm sheepishly smiling. He stepped out fully so she could see. “Wow, you look great in that! I’m sure your boyfriend will love it.” There was a small blush on his face.

     “Oh! You know what, it’s not complete without a collar! Lucky for you we having a matching one. Go ahead and get dressed.” She says letting Ohm get redressed.

     She talks to Ryan for a while trying her best to help Ohm get ready for tonight. She had found the collar for him with a long white leash and what’s a night full of love with a blindfold. She placed a matching lacy blindfold on top of the pile in Ohm’s arms.

     “I’ll ring you up as well.” She smiles and scans the barcode of all the items. The whole time Ohm is a flustered mess. He didn’t know how his lovers would react when they see him in this.

     Before he knew it she was finished and handing him the bag. “I wish you luck.” She gives one last generous smile before Ohm left to go back home.

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    He stood in front of the full body mirror in their shared room looking at himself from all angles. Somehow his confidence shrunk. What if they didn’t  like it or teased him about it. He couldn’t pull it off like Evan could. He has the body of a freaking God, and to Ohm he was nothing but ugly and fat.

     Ryan covered up his stomach with his arms and sighed before taking off the collar. He placed it back in the bag and hid everything else under the bed.

    The door suddenly opened and as quick as he could, he grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around himself then jumping in bed.

    “Oh shit, sorry Ryan I should have knocked. What’s going on?” Luke asked getting suspicious of why he jumped in bed and was now curled up in a blanket. Ryan shook his head and hid his face in the pillows.

     Luke frowned and walked over to kiss Ohm’s forehead before leaving. He left and went downstairs to talk with the others.

    “Evan, Lui?” Simultaneously they peeked out from the kitchen with a yes. “Ohm is in bed curled up.” He mentions and Lui sighs sadly.

    “Give him some time, you know him and how he gets sometimes. He just needs to breathe alone sometimes to get his head clear.” Evan tells Luke before leading him and Lui to the couch to watch a movie of some sort.

     Ohm in the meantime is trying to put himself back together from a small melt down. He finally felt ready to come out of the room and talk to his lovers.

     Ohm walks down the stairs, the huge blanket wrapped around his body. He finds his boyfriends sitting on the couch apparently waiting intently for him. He looks down at the floor waiting for someone to say something.

    “Come here.” Luke says patting his lap and Ohm went over to him. He hurried his face into Luke’s chest. “Do you want to tell us what’s going on.”

    “I went to buy something today. I felt good about at first, but then at home when I was looking at myself it just diminished.”

    “Ryan, you’re absolutely stunning.” Lui piped in. He dipped his head to avoid being seen with a blush.

    “Would you like to show us?” Evan asked. Ohm shrugged before letting the blanket slip off his shoulders.

     Their eyes widened seeing Ohm in something so adorable. They smiled and each gave Ohm a kiss.

      Ryan bit his lip and sighed. “I-I went and bought my own. I wanted to impress you but..I’m not fit like Evan. I’m too fat for s-stuff like these.” Everyone’s facial expressions dropped into a sad look.

    Evan let’s a few tears slip. Hearing him say that made his heart hurt. “P-please! Stop saying you’re not good enough! You’re amazing and everything we could’ve hoped for Ryan. It hurts to see you not realizing that.” He wanted to shout it at him even shake him up a bit to get it through his head.

    Ryan squeaks in surprise and starts crying. He runs over to Evan and collapses in his arms.

     “I’m sorry!” He cries out and Evan hugs him tightly.

     “Don’t apologise. Just sit here so we can love you.”

     The rest of the night was spent under a huge blanket, all four boys cuddling with each other and watching movies.

     No one could ask for a better boyfriend than Ryan.

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This was just a little something @derpydoodlez have been talking about recently. We have a lot of headcanons o.o

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Wildmootoonz tidbit for @derpydoodlez.

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Cartoonz is warm, and smells like cinnamon and spices. Sweet things that leave Moo feeling heady and close to sleep when he lays his head on the other man’s shoulder and closes his eyes, breathing deep.

As Cartoonz hums and pats the top of his head, fingers threading through Moo’s hair.

Tyler is rough around the edges, sharp and loud. But when Moo gets pressed into his chest all he can find is the distinct aroma of dogs and dirt. The sharp sting of pines and the outdoors.

The sweetness of open spaces wrapping around and holding him tight.

Scratchy pre-beard stubble bites against his neck as Tyler pulls him closer. Keeping him warm, feeling safe.

Soft and heavy, Luke’s beard brushes over the other side of his neck as arms encircle him. Surround him from behind.

He is enclosed in heavy warmth. Sweet scents that let his eyes drift closed and his body to sway between them, relaxed at such a state that he begins to fall asleep.