Tis’ the season of ‘Back to School’ supply needs. I’m teaching 3rd/4th Grade Special Education this year. I’ve got an Amazon wishlist of some things I’m in need of for my classroom. Some big, some small, and also have some gift cards listed if you’re comfortable with that! I so appreciate the kindness you all have shown me in the past. You’ve helped provide for so many students, so I thank you thank you thank you for that.
If you can’t purchase anything, that’s okay! Even just a reblog is super helpful.
Thanks again to all of you, whether we’re pals or not. I appreciate your kindness and so do the students.
do you ever put one direction on shuffle for the first time in a while and you’re like. wow. younger me was 100% right their music really is something else. one band one dream one direction always in my heart etc
the only motivation you should need is knowing that failing sucks way more than studying does. do you REALLY wanna retake that class? didn’t think so. so go study. go do your homework.
one thing you won’t know until you experience it for yourself when you create art out of love is how it feels when people receive it with love. when you post a doodle and someone keeps it as their lockscreen, or when you write a story and someone tells you they were thinking about it all day, or when you post a poem and someone shares it with a touching caption. doesn’t matter if it was objectively good or not. matters that someone spent time with it, that someone really, really liked it, and you made it. this kind of interaction, i think, it can really sustain you for weeks. it can sustain you through a lot of terrible things. its confirmation that you exist, and that (however briefly) your existence was appreciated by someone else through your art.
It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore.
I watched this as a kid and internalized it for forever
Lilo and Stitch really said “This is my family. I found it, all on my own. It’s little, and broken, but still good. Yeah. Still good.” And i still live by that
a family can be your gay uncles, the best disney prince, and your parole officer
“You shouldn’t be here,” Harry gritted out, wild-eyed. “You should be scared of me.” Louis opened his mouth to speak, to cut him off, to disagree, but Harry was pushing. “I could hurt you.” “You won’t hurt me,” Louis said, simple and assuredly. Calm. “I’m capable of hurting you.” “But you won’t. That’s not who you are, Harry. I trust you,” Louis whispered.
As an omega carer that works at a rescue and rehabilitation centre for feral alphas and omegas, Louis has experienced all sides of ferality. So Harry- a cold, near mute, non-receptive alpha- was a challenging case for everyone at Phoenix Rehab Centre. Louis wasn’t expecting to feel drawn towards an aloof Harry, or to form a slow bond with him. He certainly was not expecting for his entire life to change in unforeseen ways.
93k | E | hurt/comfort | feral alpha au | moodboard by me, all pictures belong to original creators and owners
This fic has been in the works for months. Thank you to everyone who’s helped me and especially to the mod for the generous extensions without which this fic would not have been completed x
baffles me how my favourite people don’t know how much i love them. “oh sorry we don’t have to do this if it’s boring” bitch please, i love looking at cute ceramic kitchenware if it’s with you
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