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I’m the strongest Avenger, okay?! So this responsibility falls upon me. Tony and Bruce talking Thor down from his sducidal attempt to use the gauntlet, they care about Thor’s life when he doesn’t himself.   

Confessions

“Nialler.” I whined. “Give it back.” I said and tried to reach up for my laptop. “Nope.” He said simply with his cheeky smile. “Nialler, I need to do a paper, gimme!” I said, tiptoeing and trying to reach it. I hate being short sometimes. I sighed. “Pwease Nialler?” I asked, trying to be cute as possible. “No, not the puppy dog eyes.” He said. “Fine.” He gave up and gave me my laptop. “Yay! Thank you Nialler!” I said and quickly hugged him. “You are so lucky, you’re my best friend.” He said and messed up my hair. I squinted one eye. I was writing while he was spread out on the couch. “What’s that for?” He asked, leaning his head on my shoulder. ‘Creative writing.” I replied. 

He was walking around the place, while I was stuck on my paper. “I’m bored!” He whined for the 100th time. I sighed. I looked at him and he was pouting. I shook my head with a smirk. “I know Nialler.” I said. “Well let’s do something then!” He whined. I looked over and he was sat next to me, giving my puppy dog eyes and pouting. I sighed. I get lost in those beautiful blue eyes of his, and how do you resit someone this cute. “Nialler, you know this is important for me.” I said, trying to be cute as possible. 

He sighed and leaned his head on my shoulder. “Fine.” He said. I laughed at how cute and childish he is. “Thank you leprechaun.” I said and messed up his hair. I was halfway through my paper and Niall was being oddly quiet. I looked over, seeing him look bored out of his mind. I smiled, I love him, so much more than a friend. “Munchkin.” He said looking up at me. “Yeah?” I asked, absolutely mesmerized in his beautiful blue eyes. 

He sat up properly and I snapped out of my trance and blushed. He grinned and set my laptop on the coffee table. “Can I confess something?” He asked. “Of course you can.” I replied. He sighed and held my face with one hand, making me tense and blush. He smiled at me. “I love you, so much more than a best friend, I was such a coward not telling you earlier when I had so many chances. I love you, and I know you just think of me as a friend but-” 

“I love you too.” I cut him off. “You do?” He asked, shocked. I smiled and put my hand on top of his. “I do, a lot.” I added. He smiled so brightly. “Well munchkin, may I have the honor of taking you on a date this weekend?” He asked standing up and bowing. I laughed and got up and curtsyed, “You may kind sir.” I replied. We laughed and He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. This is like a dream come true. 

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AN: Sorry if it was really long, hoped you enjoyed it! -Yas xx

Resources For Writing Young Adult Fiction

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- Where Harry doesn’t talk and falls in love with Y/n.

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It’s Monday, which means that Harry has to start his week with Physics class.

Harry doesn’t mind the subject itself, he actually has come to the conclusion that it’s the class he’s most interested in—it’s more so the three-hour lab that couldn’t seem to end soon enough. Physics lab means three hours of group research, which requires an abundance of group participation and discussion—all of which makes Harry want to crawl out of his own skin.

And despite Physics holding Harry’s highest grade in university, everyone in that class only hopes to not be paired with him.

Not one student has heard him utter a single word, which ultimately led them to believe that his lack of participation will jeopardize their already mediocre grades. But Harry always finds himself writing all the data information to make up for his lack of discussion, even if he hated it.

So inevitably, Harry lets out an inaudible sigh when he settles into his chair, hair a bit disheveled and eyes still watering from the early hour. And he mentally curses himself for sleeping in a couple extra minutes because now he hasn’t gotten a single ounce of caffeine to help him feel more prepared for the next three hours.

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[seeing Niall crying]

Harry: What’s wrong? Why are you crying? What happened?

Liam: Are you okay? Did someone make you cry? Who is it? I’ll go talk to them if you want me to.

Louis & Zayn: WHERE ARE THEY? I’LL FUCKING KILL THEM.

“I won’t act my age!”- Act my age. 

if you had to get a tattoo of a 1d lyric, what lyric would you get?

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 :(

“I think fanfiction is literature and literature, for the most part, is fanfiction, and that anyone that dismisses it simply on the grounds that it’s derivative knows fuck-all about literature and needs to get the hell off my lawn. Most of the history of Western literature (and probably much of non-Western literature, but I can’t speak to that) is adapted or appropriated from something else. Homer wrote historyfic and Virgil wrote Homerfic and Dante wrote Virgilfic (where he makes himself a character and writes himself hanging out with Homer and Virgil and they’re like “OMG Dante you’re so cool.” He was the original Gary Stu). Milton wrote Bible fanfic, and everyone and their mom spent the Middle Ages writing King Arthur fanfic. In the sixteenth century you and another dude could translate the same Petrarchan sonnet and somehow have it count as two separate poems, and no one gave a fuck. Shakespeare doesn’t have a single original plot—although much of it would be more rightly termed RPF—and then John Fletcher and Mary Cowden Clarke and Gloria Naylor and Jane Smiley and Stephen Sondheim wrote Shakespeare fanfic. Guys like Pope and Dryden took old narratives and rewrote them to make fun of people they didn’t like, because the eighteenth century was basically high school. And Spenser! Don’t even get me started on Spenser. Here’s what fanfic authors/fans need to remember when anyone gives them shit: the idea that originality is somehow a good thing, an innately preferable thing, is a completely modern notion. Until about three hundred years ago, a good writer, by and large, was someone who could take a tried-and-true story and make it even more awesome. (If you want to sound fancy, the technical term is imitatio.) People were like, why would I wanna read something about some dude I’ve never heard of? There’s a new Sir Gawain story out, man! (As to when and how that changed, I tend to blame Daniel Defoe, or the Modernists, or reality television, depending on my mood.) I also find fanfic fascinating because it takes all the barriers that keep people from professional authorship—barriers that have weakened over the centuries but are nevertheless still very real—and blows right past them. Producing literature, much less circulating it, was something that was well nigh impossible for the vast majority of people for most of human history. First you had to live in a culture where people thought it was acceptable for you to even want to be literate in the first place. And then you had to find someone who could teach you how to read and write (the two didn’t necessarily go together). And you needed sufficient leisure time to learn. And be able to afford books, or at least be friends with someone rich enough to own books who would lend them to you. Good writers are usually well-read and professional writing is a full-time job, so you needed a lot of books, and a lot of leisure time both for reading and writing. And then you had to be in a high enough social position that someone would take you seriously and want to read your work—to have access to circulation/publication in addition to education and leisure time. A very tiny percentage of the population fit those parameters (in England, which is the only place I can speak of with some authority, that meant from 500-1000 A.D.: monks; 1000-1500: aristocratic men and the very occasional aristocratic woman; 1500-1800: aristocratic men, some middle-class men, a few aristocratic women; 1800-on, some middle-class women as well). What’s amazing is how many people who didn’t fit those parameters kept writing in spite of the constant message they got from society that no one cared about what they had to say, writing letters and diaries and stories and poems that often weren’t discovered until hundreds of years later. Humans have an urge to express themselves, to tell stories, and fanfic lets them. If you’ve got access to a computer and an hour or two to while away of an evening, you can create something that people will see and respond to instantly, with a built-in community of people who care about what you have to say. I do write the occasional fic; I wish I had the time and mental energy to write more. I’ll admit I don’t read a lot of fic these days because most of it is not—and I know how snobbish this sounds—particularly well-written. That doesn’t mean it’s “not good”—there are a lot of reasons people read fic and not all of them have to do with wanting to read finely crafted prose. That’s why fic is awesome—it creates a place for all kinds of storytelling. But for me personally, now that my job entails reading about 1500 pages of undergraduate writing per year, when I have time to read for enjoyment I want it to be by someone who really knows what they’re doing. There’s tons of high-quality fic, of course, but I no longer have the time and patience to go searching for it that I had ten years ago. But whether I’m reading it or not, I love that fanfiction exists. Because without people doing what fanfiction writers do, literature wouldn’t exist. (And then I’d be out of a job and, frankly, I don’t know how to do anything else.)”

— “As a professor, may I ask you what you think about fanfiction?” (via meiringens)

They have made me feel beautiful in so many ways, sure I’m still insecure but with these 5 sunshines, (Yes Zayn as well.) I feel better about myself. I feel calm and relaxed when listening to either their songs or there voices. I find comfort with them. I love them, a lot

I’m a fan because...

Reblog why you are a fan of ONE DIRECTION

Prompts:

Affection

Anger

Angst

Anguish

Annoyance

Anticipation

Anxiety

Apathy

Arousal

Awe

Boredom

Confidence

Contempt

Contentment

Courage

Curiosity

Depression

Desire

Despair

Disappointment

Disgust

Distrust

Ecstasy

Embarrassment

Empathy

Enthusiasm

Envy

Euphoria

Fear

Frustration

Gratitude

Grief

Guilt

Happiness

Hatred

Hope

Horror

Hostility

Humiliation

Interest

Jealousy

Joy

Loneliness

Love (avoid this one)

Lust

Outrage

Panic

Passion

Pity

Pleasure

Pride

Rage

Regret

Remorse

Resentment

Sadness

Saudade

Schadenfreude

Self-confidence

Shame

Shock

Shyness

Sorrow

Suffering

Surprise

Trust

Wonder

Worry