I saw a few masterposts going around tumblr and decided to make one. A lot of these links are helpful for High School as well! Enjoy and please tell me if you have problems with any link.
WHERE WAS THIS POST LAST SEMESTER WHEN I ACTUALLY NEEDED IT DANG IT
To my scholarly homies
Wow, I haven’t posted in forever! Have a little Allydia for the meanwhile… [HQ]
mango is a funny word
jESUS FUKCING CHRIS T
a relationship will not cure your issues, no matter how hard young adult books and films try to push that notion on us. if you have depression or bipolar or anxiety or whatever, getting into a relationship isn’t going to cure that or make it go away. person with illness + relationship = ill person in a relationship. please don’t put all of your focus on finding someone to fix you, focus on fixing yourself the right way.
One Direction - You & I (Official MV)
im such a fuckign jealous asshole i pretend like i dont care but i care so much im gonna explode
tips for future college kids!!
- i dont have any
- none of us know what we’re doing
- make rich friends
honestly im gonna just. im gonna die writing this
23: trying to go down on the other, under the table, during dinner
"I’m sorry Sebastian couldn’t make it," Santana says as her clients sit down at her table. "He’s off working on some other things.” She barely stops talking before she can let a hiss leave her lips. Sebastian’s lips are right up against the thin layer of fabric she calls underwear, and if they get caught—the thought is a turn-off, and she focuses her attention back on the young couple in front of her who are looking to invest in her company. She prays the deal will be done quickly so she doesn’t embarrass herself by coming all over her new dress.
"…and there’s just so much that your policy seems to stand for that we value so highly. Your business seems so upstanding and high quality. You’ve practically got us sold!” The woman enthuses, clasping her hands together. Santana grins, and then inhales sharply.
"Are you okay?" The man asks, raising an eyebrow. Santana nods furiously.
"Yep, I’m fantastic,” She responds, and bites her tongue as Sebastian’s tongue has moved around her panties and is currently plunging in and out of her at a lazy pace. Damn him for making her do this. Damn her for agreeing to it. ”Now let’s just closethatdealnow.” Her words string together despite the effort she’s putting into not showing anything. Sebastian’s hands have clamped on her thighs, effectively pinning her to the restaurant chair. His thumbs rub lazy patterns into her skin as his tongue continues to work its magic, and Santana’s hands are now clinging to the sides of the chair. Somehow, she pries them off long enough to slide the paperwork and a pen across the table.
There’s no place I can be
Since I found Serenity
22: trying to play footsie with the other during a meeting
"We need to secure the HYDRA locations in this area." Director Fury announces, focusing the digital map on some minuscule base Sam’s never heard of. (But he isn’t surprised—SHIELD is everywhere, and now that it’s gone downhill, there are more rogues than he’d like to imagine.) He nods, keeping an eye on Natasha and Bucky, who are sitting a little closer to where Nick is than himself. Steve is sitting across from him, gazing intently at the screen and looking only slightly confused. Sam bites back a smile at how ridiculous he looks, his broad shoulders hunched over in a rolling chair. Tearing his gaze away, he looks back to what they’re doing when he feels his foot being moved. He ignores it pointedly, figuring that someone (cough, Steve) hadn’t realized how long their legs were underneath this table.
But no, there it is again, that same nudging. Sam shakes his head slightly, clearing it of distractions, but god fucking dammit something is nudging his foot and he can’t help but pull away from the table slightly to look and see what was happening down there. Of course, he should know, it’s Steve’s foot. Kicking his own. He raises an eyebrow, only a little serious, and Steve grins, not even trying to hide his guilt. Sam opens his mouth to whisper some threat across when Nick looks over to them.
"You got any ideas, Wilson?" He asks, and Sam’s voice dies in his throat. Goddammit.
Steve’s foot kicks his again.
"No sir." It’s gonna be a long meeting.
9: confessing a fetish
"Wait, wait, wait." Santana says in disbelief, holding a hand up to silence Sebastian. Their hotel bed shakes with the force of her words. "You’re telling me you’ve got a…a binding fetish?” Sebastian shakes his head, his face flushed.
"It’s…" He tries, but the words just don’t come together. He lapses back into silence.
"So you’re saying," Santana purrs, slinking behind him on the bed, "if I were to, say, use this ribbon I have lying around…" Her voice trails off, and she gently eases the red ribbon around his wrists. "…and I just tied you up like this, that would turn you on?" She hears him take a breath.
"In the right circumstance, yes," He says, trying to brush the whole thing off like he wasn’t halfway on his way to a major boner because of his ridiculous girlfriend, "But—"
"I’m sure a little aesthetic assistance wouldn’t hurt." She murmurs, slipping out of her dress and straddling him at the edge of the mattress. Her dark lace underwear rubs up against Sebastian’s clothes so nicely, he thinks, and damn it, her smirking red lips are a sure sign that she knows what she’s doing is working. “Now…where were we?”
ahh yay im so glad bryanna!!!!!! <333 i love you too [smooch]
1: grinding up against each other
It’s completely accidental, Isaac swears. Working in close quarters with Scott at the clinic was something he volunteered to do during the summer, since things had gotten a little hectic with Derek, Erica, and Boyd. Would he admit that he had a little bit of a crush? Absolutely not. The idea of Scott knowing was mortifying for Isaac, and so he made sure to keep himself as far away from his friend as possible.
That is, until the inevitable happens.
"Isaac, grab me those vials up there." Scott calls from across the office.
"Sure," Isaac replies easily, looking over to where Scott is pointing—shit. The vial is right above him, less than an arm’s length away from him. He took a breath. It’s fine. It’s cool. Just grab it and walk away. He strode over as casually as he could manage and waited for Scott to move out of the way.
"You don’t mind if I stay here, do you?" Scott asks, of fucking course. “I need to keep a close eye on this sample so that it doesn’t do anything weird.” Isaac shakes his head mutely and moves behind Scott, getting onto his toes and reaching for the glass. He’s close, he’s so close—but his feet shuffle a little, and all of a sudden he’s flush up against Scott’s back. His dick twitches, and god, this is the worst day of his life—
except that Scott doesn’t say anything. In fact, he lets out a soft noise of pleasure, which makes Isaac’s dick even more attentive.
"Shit—I’m sorry, Scott," He panics, stepping away from the other boy. Instead of looking upset, though, Scott looks intrigued. His eyes look darker than they usually are.
"That’s fine, Isaac, that’s—that’s fine. You’re fine." He says, but he sounds a little distant. Isaac backs away to where he was working, half worried about what happened and half worried about what didn’t.
His worries lessen when Scott comes back over to squeeze into that tight space just behind him, and something hard presses briefly against his lower back.
They’re gone by the time their shift is over, and Scott is mercilessly grinding his hips against Isaac’s, desperate like they’re about to get caught. (Fortunately, they don’t. Not this time, anyway.)
Scott is sitting in the middle of his Econ lecture, barely keeping himself awake, when he feels his phone vibrate. Startled, he pulls it from his pocket and raises an eyebrow at the id. Isaac? What did he want? Didn’t he not have class today?
[11:45am] Isaac: where r u?
He rolls his eyes and types back.
[11:46am] Scott: econ. need 2 pay attention, txt u later. Content with that, Scott puts his phone back in his jeans and looks back up to where the professor is sketching out a diagram that he has to copy down. He picks up his pencil, but the phone buzzes again. Exasperatedly, he pulls it out.
[11:47am]: if u were a laser, u would b set to ‘stunning’.
[11:47am]: shit wait u havent seen star trek have u
He clamps a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing too loudly.
[11:49am]: oh my god
[11:50am]: i’ll be burger king and u’ll be mcdonalds: i’ll have it my way and u’ll be loving it
[11:51am]: you are horrible at this
[11:51am]: bring your game next time
[11:52am]: u want game?
There’s a brief pause in between texts, and it’s almost enough for Scott to think that his boyfriend has given up. But then—
[11:53am]: [IMG attached]
He chokes on air.
[12:00pm]: THATS CHEATING DICK PICS DONT COUNT
[12:02pm]: we’re playing by my rules
[12:03pm]: leave class now
[12:03pm]: wanna fuck you so bad, christ
Scott doesn’t need to read any further. He picks up his bag and practically trips over himself leaving the lecture hall. (Of course Isaac is waiting in the parking lot for him on the motorcycle. Of course.)