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How to be More Inclusive in Your Reader-Inserts
I finally made something for fanfiction writers to use as reference on things to avoid when writing. if you are making a reader-insert story, be sure as most people as possible can see themselves fufilling the role you want them to in your story.
I became a POC fanfiction writer after years of feeling excluded in reader-insert fanfiction. It’s important as a job as a writer to know your audience—some of which may not always fit in your “view”.
Please take the time to read this to help better yourself in the future. I know I didn’t hit every issue, but I’m willing to update it in the future.
I apologize if this isn’t the prettiest thing, but it was important for me to create.
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Imagine Spencer being on a stakeout and getting distracted by how pretty you are
"Wow." Spencer mutters under his breath
"What, Pretty Boy? A pretty person caught your eye?" Derek teased looking in the direction of the young doctor's gaze.
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Sleepover Night
Hey guys what if I did a sleepover thing, like yall send in asks and vent abt life and get to know more about me? i want to interact more with you guys so if you would be interested let me know!! we can do ships, blurb, theories, and stuff! I’d love to create something special.
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Imagine Awsten listening very intensely as you talk about how bad your day was
“I got yelled at by customers and my manager made me feel worse about the whole thing! Plus I had to skip my lunch break to fix the errors and I missed breakfast because I was running late, so I’m starving and have a headache. I feel like crying and ughhhhhh” You vented.
“It’s okay, babe. Let’s make some dinner, cooking always makes you feel better, right? Yeah, come on. Then we’ll cuddle and watch and movie. How does that sound?” Awsten offers his hand to help you off the couch.
“Okay. You’re the best, you know that?”
“I do in fact know that I am the best. I am the best at everything ever.” He says making you laugh.
“I love you.” You kiss him as you get up.
“I love you too.”
#Awsten knight#awsten#awsten knight imagines#awsten knight imagine#dating awsten knight would include#waterparks#waterparks imagines#waterparks imagine#waterparks fluff#Otto Wood#otto wood imagine#otto wood imagines#otto would blurb#Geoff Wigington#geoff wigington fluff#geoff wigington imagine#geoff wigington imagines#awsten blurb#im really going through it#i kind of needed this#abt to have a mental breakdown and cry in the lobby of my dorm rn haqhahahhaa
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Spencer being ecstatic after you agree to go on a date with him
“What’s gotten into you, Pretty Boy?” Morgan asks seeing the young doctor spinning around in his chair.
“Y/N agreed to go out with me!!” He beamed at the thought of getting to take the most beautiful person on a date.
#spencer x reader#spencer reid#spencer reid imagine#dr spencer reid#spencer reid imagines#dr spencer reid imagine#criminal minds#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds imagines
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You have a bad day and Spence comforts you
“It’s going to be okay. Tomorrow will be better. Just try to sleep, I’ll be here next to you.”
#dr spencer reid#dr spencer reid imagine#spencer x reader#spencer reid#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid imagines#criminal minds#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds imagines
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Can you do an Awsten knight imagine or what dating him would include ?
Dating Awsten Knight (Fandom Era) Would Include:
Living in LA together
Helping him with demos
Texting a bunch while he’s on tour
Facetiming when you can
Supporting him 100% in everything
visiting him on tour when you could
Not posting about your relationship
Encouraging his twitter breaks to keep him sane
Reassuring him that you love him despite all of the hard parts of his job
Forehead kisses while cuddling
LOTS OF CUDDLING
And kisses
Reading his book outloud to make him cringe
Helping him dye his hair green again
Dying your hair orange to get the fandom aesthetic
Karaoke nights where he plays different instruments and sings to you
And you sing cringy justin beiber songs to make him laugh
LIVING for his smile and making him smile all the time
Cooking together
Being on the phone during Q & As listening to fan questions
BABYSITTING RORY TOGETHER SO GEOFF AND CHLOE CAN HAVE A DATE NIGHT
Talking about having kids and getting married one day as you hold Rory rocking her to sleep
being really close with his family
like they love you more than they love him
Loving the podcast and listening to it while he's on tour and you miss his voice
Reminding him that love is not painful
Helping him heal from the scars of his past
Just loving each other with your whole hearts
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Awsten Requests
Hey guys! In honor of Waterparks/Awsten being active on twitter again I’m writing for Awsten. I’m currently working on 4 Awsten requests that will be up soon. If you guys want to send in more feel free, but for Geoff and Otto I will only write platonic imagines because I respect the relationships they are in.
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i literally just need ANYTHING Geoff tbh
Hey I know you sent this in like forever ago (i’m literally the worst at checking my inbox) but since Geoff is in a relationship with a child I don’t feel comfortable writing for him anymore. Sorry!!
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A slight rebranding
hey guys, i revamped my blog a little bit (formerly undergroundbandimagines) because I don’t really write band imagines anymore bc the pop punk community is like russian roulette of who is a predator and who doesnt abuse fans. i will write for some of them that aren’t predatory, so send it request and i will tell you if i write for them. my current obsession is criminal minds so please send in requests for any of the BAU members. also i want to try writing for more girls, let my little bi imagination run wild so send in some requests for dif celebs yall like. oh and im starting college in 2 weeks so i might have some sporadic posts, but yall already know that hahahh.
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Teacher’s Pet- A Spencer Reid Imagine
Spencer Reid x fem! psych major! reader
A/n: Hi guys, I’ve watched 9 seasons of criminal minds in 2 weeks, so expect a lot of criminal minds stuff coming! Also, kind of want to write a part 2 to this so lmk if you would like that!
Gif is not mine creds to @toyboxboy
Warnings: violence, swearing, mentions of blood and knives
Word count: 2.6k
“The unsub is likely in a position of power, well respected, maybe even admired. He works with young people, probably a teacher or professor. We need to find him, and fast before he kills another young girl.” Rossi spoke to the room of officers. The room disperses to begin searching for the killer, 4 girls are already dead.
“Rossi, I think I found the connection between the girls.” Dr. Spencer Reid turning away from the board with the bodies taped to it and a file in his hand. “They all shared a professor.”
“They all went to different schools, different majors.” Morgan interjects.
“He is a professor at multiple universities, and they’ve all taken a psych class at some point, mostly introductory level. He must have connected with them during that time.” Reid continues.
“Who is it, dammit, Reid?” Hotch said.
“A Professor Deslaurier, professor of psychology, which explains why he was hard to find. He’s one of us. But better than that, I think I know who his next target is.”
*campus cafe around the same time*
“I’m not saying that I’m ready to start dating again, but I would love to see what that barista’s got going on.” My best friend said grabbing her coffee from the counter, winking at the barista drying mugs.
“Oh my god, keep it in your pants, you and Garrett just broke up. Like 2 days ago. You were devastated, remember?” I remind her, gently shoving her with my elbow as we sat at a table by the window.
“His name was Garrett so clearly he isn’t that hard to get over. But anyway what’s up with you relationship wise, any new people?” She presses her lips to her coffee cup, as I pull out my laptop from my bag.
“You and I both know nothing is happening in that department. School and work is taking up all my time, and I can’t help but ruin dates with my charming personality.” I pull up my latest essay for my criminal psychology class, only 5 words on the page: my name, the date, and the class.
“Stop going all psych major on people when you’re on a first date or you’ll be alone forever.” She rolls her eyes at me as she glances out the window. Her eyes squinting in concentration, so I follow her gaze seeing a group of people in FBI uniforms talking to campus security.
“What the hell?” I say watching one of them glance around and look at the campus cafe and nod his head in its direction. The agent made his way over to the shop and steps in looking around, scanning like he was looking for someone. Then his eyes land on me.
He rushes over to the table, but his face and voice remain calm despite the urgency in his walk. “Are you Y/F/N Y/L/N?”
“Yes, I am. What’s going on?” I look between the man and Y/B/F/N.
“I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit, and I’m going to need you to come with me.” He flashes his badge as fear washes over my face. “You’re not in trouble, don’t worry.” He smiles as I pack up my stuff, my essay still not begun.
I say goodbye to my friend, and leave with the mysterious Doctor. “So what’s going on and why do you need me? Or better yet where are we going?”
“Good question, do you have an apartment or dorm of some sort where we can go for a while?”
“Yea I have an off campus apartment just up the road. We can spend some time there, but why? Am I like in danger or something?”
“We have reason to believe you’re the killers next target.” He keeps me close as I guide him to my apartment. These are not the circumstances with which I would prefer to have this beautiful doctor be coming with me to my apartment, but it just be like that sometimes.
“Who would want to kill me? Why?” I ask as I approach my apartment door, unlocking it to allow us inside. “And what am I supposed to do to stop it?”
“That’s why I’m here, to protect you in case he comes to harm you, and it’s Professor Deslaurier who is attacking his brightest female students.”
“Hank wouldn’t do that. He was so kind,” I pause thinking about everything I’ve learned in my classes, “and I’m an idiot. He was manipulating me so I would trust him. He knew I was vulnerable and exploited that, and he’s a textbook narcissist.”
“Psych major?” Spencer asks as I sit on my couch with my head in my hands, wrapping my head around the fact that my favourite professor wants to kill me.
“Yeah, so I should have seen the signs. But I guess being a target is what happens when you’re stupid enough to trust the first teacher who approaches you.” I start crying, this sucks. The doctor, Spencer I think he said his name is, hands me a tissue. I take it graciously, a small smile creeps onto my lips at the gesture.
“It’s not your fault, you couldn’t have known he was a crazy serial killer. You were just being a good student, but you said that he approached you?” He sits next to me on the couch letting me lean on him slightly.
“Yeah, he came up to me after a lecture, raving about one of my essays and how my perspective was fascinating and came from a personal place. He basically decoded me from an essay. Where is he now?” I pull myself together enough to sit up, seeing the tear stains on his sweater. “ I’m sorry about your sweater.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he smiles and looks down at the stains I left. “We are trying to locate him now and put him away so he can’t hurt you or anyone else.”
“So what am I supposed to do until he’s caught?”
“Do you have anything here to work on? Homework or test to prepare for? I’m a great study buddy if you need help.” He smiles as if he’s not here to protect me from my crazy killer professor.
“Actually I do have a criminal psychology essay due in like 10 hours.”
“10 hours?! Why have you been putting it off? Unless the topic is something uncomfortable to think about?”
“You said your name was Spencer, right? Is it okay if I call you that?” He nods, still waiting for me to answer the question. “Well, Spencer, the essay is about what would make us snap, or our stressor as you guys call it, and kill people. Like searching through our traumas to see what would be the last straw. It’s not exactly a pleasant thought.”
Spencer looks into my eyes, deep like he’s reaching for my soul. He’s trying to profile me, but making it look a lot harder than it is. “You’ve been through a lot before: tough childhood, bad relationships, things like that,” I nod my head averting my eyes “But none of those things means you’re going to become a killer. Stressors only work if you let them, and I’ve had years of profiling experience and from the short time I’ve known you I can safely say you are incapable of killing someone.”
“How are you so sure? You barely know me?” I look up from my hands and gaze into his eyes, they are the warmest honey brown color.
“You and I both know you can learn a lot about someone without having to know them for a significant amount of time. I am highly skilled in the area of subtle detections and putting together clues to build personalities from fragments.”
“Yeah, I’m aware. I can’t hide anything from you because you already know it, so you are already well aware that I am incredibly attracted to you. I may not be an FBI profiler, but I can tell you like me too.” I put my hands over his, seeing his cheeks flare pink at the gesture. I lean closer to him, feeling his breath on my face.
Until he suddenly pulls back, but it was forceful. He didn’t want to, but he had to. I was about to apologize for how inappropriate it was, he’s just doing his job, but he starts before I can talk.
“Your essay is due in 10 hours, more accurately 9 hours 47 minutes and 22 seconds, and you haven’t started. Work on your essay, it’ll distract you from the current situation.” He stands and paces the room as if trying to come up with the best solution to a problem. I just couldn’t tell if the problem was me or the case.
I was going to argue with him, but I sighed knowing he’s right. I need to write my essay so I don’t fail my class. The screen burns my eyes as I stare at the practically blank screen. The sound of my fingers running across the keyboard fills my small apartment as I figure out my story. I stop for a moment after several minutes of furious typing and look up.
“What are some typical stressors of serial killers?” I ask Spencer giving him the opportunity to use his genius brain to help me.
After 4 tortuous hours of writing and editing done by Dr. Reid, I hit submit on my essay. I high five the young doctor in celebration, but he catches my hand and intertwines his fingers with mine instead. The air catches in my throat, I’m speechless. Now it’s my turn to blush at a small gesture. He holds me for a moment, gazes locked on each other. I lean up to meet his lips, but a knock at my door disturbs the quiet of the room. Reid puts a finger to his lips signalling for silence.
“Y/N open up. I know you’re home.” A voice calls from the hall.
“Hank.” I whisper, frightfully looking at Spencer pleading for some direction in the situation. How am I supposed to know what to do when my crazy professor shows up at my apartment to kill me? He nods his head toward the door as he creeps in its direction silently, gun in hand. He looks hot when he’s in agent mode. Wait, not the biggest issue right now, focus Y/N. I stand behind the door, looking over at him and he nods. I open the door slightly. “Hey Professor Deslaurier, what’s up?” He looks distressed and frazzled, but I would too if the fucking FBI was trying to find me for being a serial killer.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
“Uhhhh, I’ve been working on a paper. Do you need something?” I stand close to the door, practically hugging it as if my life depended on it. Reid’s presence behind the door went undetected by my professor since he stepped closer to the door.
“The paper must be amazing, you were always an amazing writer. May I come in?” He wasn’t really asking, his foot in the doorframe.
“I would rather not, I’m very busy. Deadlines and all.” I push the door closed, but before I could he shoves his way in. I walk backwards into the open space, consciously making an effort not to let Deslaurier know Reid is there by looking at him, which became incredibly difficult as he came closer to me pushing my back into a wall.
“You were always so intelligent and strong headed, but now, you’re just weak and pathetic. Aww look at the panic in your eyes. You can’t think your way out of this one.” He pulls a knife from his pocket and presses the flat side to my neck and I whimper. I squirmed in his grasp and in a moment of panic, I look at Reid. Deslaurier’s gaze follows mine and meets the agent standing in my apartment, gun cocked. Suddenly the cold, hard wall I was pressed against became warm and soft as my killer holds me against him like a shield, a knife to my throat. “Who is this son of a bitch?”
“I’m Dr. Reid with the FBI. Release her, put down the knife.” Spencer points his gun at the floor, knowing he would be unable to get a shot that wouldn’t hit me.
“Oooh, a doctor she chooses smart guys to whore herself out to.” I squirm in his grasp. My neck burns as the sharp edge of the weapon presses into me.
“I’m just here to protect her from you. You aren’t as clever as you think you are, you know? We caught you. You can’t hurt anybody anymore. Drop the knife and let her go. Now. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will. Let her go.”
“Spencer, please.” I whisper, tears streaming down my face. I’m probably going to die, I’ve accepted that. I just don’t want Spencer to see me go, I can tell this is killing him. Agent or no agent, this is an awful situation to be put in.
“Does she mean something to you, Doctor? I wouldn’t get attached if I were you, she’ll just throw you away like she did to me. Best and brightest in my class, but just another stupid girl outside of it.” If looks could kill, Deslaurier would be dead under Reid’s gaze. His eyes soften when he looks at me, giving me hope. With a sudden rush of adrenaline, I swing my leg back into my capture’s knee, dislocating it in the process. The knife sliced through part of my neck, just barely missing vital veins. Spencer takes his shot as the professor falls to the ground, catching me in his strong arms as I fall forward.
“Hey, hey, hey look at me. You’re going to be okay. Everything is going to be fine. We’re going to take you to the hospital and get you stitched up. Okay? Just keep looking at me.” He holds me as we sit on the floor.
“Spencer…” I whisper and everything goes dark.
Beeping and whispers fill the room as I open my eyes. I’m sitting in a hospital bed, what happened? Why does my head hurt so much?
“Hey take it easy. You’re in the hospital, you lost a lot of blood.” Spencer says, standing next to my bed taking my hand.
“What happened after I blacked out? How did we get here?” The beeping becomes incessant as my heart races.
“Relax, it’s okay,” He squeezes my hand and the beeping softens, “My team went to your apartment and took care of Deslaurier, I shot him in the shoulder after you kicked him, which good job by the way, even if it caused you to get hurt. You ended up getting a nasty cut on your neck, but it missed any critical veins.”
“Thanks.” I smile looking at our hands.
“You know you scared me half to death when you lost consciousness.”
“Well, sorry, I’ll try not to almost get murdered by a serial killer next time.” I smirk sarcastically as he laughs stroking my cheek.
“Yeah, thanks.”
“You know, we were in the middle of something before being rudely interrupted.” I look up at the gorgeous doctor who happened to save my life.
“Oh yeah, where were we again?” He smirks, lowering himself closer to my level in the bed.
“Right about here.” I pull him close, kissing his pillow soft lips.
#spencer x reader#spencer reid#dr spencer reid#spencer reid imagine#criminal minds#criminal minds imagine#spencer reid imagines#criminal minds imagines
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The Interview- Noah Centineo
A/N I know it’s been forever since I’ve posted. Sorry Junior year kicked my ASS. But it’s all good now I’ve been writing this imagine for a while and finally finished it. I hope y’all like it. Let me know if you want a part 2.
Word count: 1515
Summary: Noah decides to admit he isn’t single anymore and shit hits the fan a bit
Warnings: Swearing (obvi) but other than that nothing bad lots of cute fluff
*Noah’s POV*
I sat down, waiting for the interview to begin. My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I resisted the urge to check. I know it’s Y/N texting me good luck before the interview. She has no idea what I’m about to do. I hope she doesn’t get mad, I just love her so much and hiding her doesn’t feel right.
“Noah! My man, how are you?” Jimmy Fallon asks and pulls me in for a bro-hug.
“I’m good, been busy!”
“I can imagine I mean you have had like what 3 movies come out this year that you star in???”
“Yeah I know. It’s crazy.”
“You went from small child actor to big time teen heart-throb in nothing flat. So how has that changed your home life?”
“I have to work really hard on checking in with my mom. She is so proud of me, but that doesn’t stop her from worrying about me forgetting to eat and stuff. Otherwise, nothing has changed I still talk to them a ton! My family and hometown friends keep me and my ego in check which is so important for someone young like me. Couldn’t be more grateful for them.”
“Wow it’s so great that you recognize their importance! But, and you know I have to ask for all of the teenage girls out there, is the infamous Noah Centineo single?”
This question comes up all of the time. I hated lying about Y/N and saying I was single, and now is my chance to stop the secrets. I want to show her off and be able to take her out for proper dates.
“No, actually I am not.”
*Y/N’s POV*
I was watching Noah’s interview casually eating popcorn on our couch when the relationship question was asked. I was used to him having to publicly deny our relationship, I liked my privacy and it made him more attractive and therefore more successful.
But then he shocked me by saying he wasn’t single. He stated he was taken. Off the market. Unavailable. Mine.
“WHAT THE FUCK????” I jumped off of my couch screaming. He didn’t tell me he was doing this. I am not ready to handle this. I figured he would consult ME on this before telling the world, but apparently not. I couldn’t even listen to the rest of the interview as my panic spiralled.
My phone started going off instantly, from tweets and instagram follow requests. I called Y/B/F/N crying.
“Hey babe, woah wait what’s up?” She said noticing my tears.
“Noah”
“What happened? Did y’all break up? I will fucking kill him.”
“No, no. An interview.” I mustered all the air I could to try and explain what happened.
“I am on my way over. I’ll be there in 10.”
*Noah’s POV*
“Really?? So who’s the lucky lady?”
“Yes really. Her name is Y/N and she is smart, funny, and beautiful. I love her so much.”
“How long have you two been together?”
“A year and 2 months.” I smile thinking about how it has been such a long time.
“Wow, that’s a long time. How has she reacted to the spike in your career?”
“She has been nothing but supportive! Since we kept our relationship private, I couldn’t bring her to set, but we host a cast dinner at our apartment. She adores Lana, they are like best friends.”
“So you guys live together?”
“Haha yup, we moved in together about 6 months ago.” I can’t wipe the smile off of my face. I finally get to talk about Y/N and I love talking about her because I am so proud of her!
“So what does she do? How did you meet?”
“She’s a lawyer for several casting agencies in hollywood, and she ended up drafting my contract for SPF-18.”
“Wow, that’s great! I am so happy for you! Now back to promoting your new movie!” Jimmy puts us on track despite getting an exclusive scoop.
*Y/N’s POV*
I opened the door to let Y/B/F/N in despite giving her a key. I finally gained enough composure to explain what happened.
“So he finally told the world he was taken?”
“Yes.”
“And he didn’t tell you he was going to say anything?”
“Not a word.”
“Okay, um, what the fuck. Isn’t that supposed to be a joint decision because your privacy is at stake here.”
“Yeah, I mean I’m both relieved and upset. I’m glad I don’t have to hide anymore, but also teenage girls can be so rude and I don’t know if I’m ready to face their scrutiny. In their minds, I took their man.”
“Okay, ms. lawyer, take it down a notch. Who knows they might be supportive?” She hugged me tight and tried her best to make me look at the bright side.
“You could be right.”
“Damn right, now let’s get you changed and in bed. I’m staying the night to make sure you’re okay.” She helped me up off of the couch and led me to Noah and I’s room to change into new pjs.
Before I fell asleep I texted Noah, telling him I saw the interview and we needed to talk about it.
Later that night, I woke up to a slight rumble happening in the living room. I got up when I recognized Noah and Y/B/F/N’s voices. They were whisper-shouting at each other clearly in some heated argument.
“Sorry, Noah, but you can’t just tell the whole goddamn world you have a girlfriend without telling her first. She called me freaking the hell out because teenage girls are ruthless, and honestly I don’t think she can handle it. I don’t think I can handle it, because you aren’t always here and when you aren’t here she calls me. I hate seeing her upset and I know you do too, but you really should have talked to her about it first. It’s her privacy and her life that is at risk.”
“I know. I know I should have talked to her first, but I just couldn’t take one more interview of lying to the world. I love her more than anything and I want to show her to the world.”
“Yeah I get that, but did you ever consider if she was ready for that? What if she doesn’t want that?”
There was a lull in the conversation as Noah took the time to think about what I wanted.
“I love both of you, like a lot,” I say as I step out from behind the bedroom door. “But I think it’s better to talk about what I want with me there to actually tell you what I want.”
“I’m so sorry babe. I know I should have talked to you before I did it.” Noah came closer to me giving me a hug.
“I’m not mad, I’m just scared witless. I love the romantic gesture, I really do, but not everything is going to be better. Not for me, at least.”
“What do you mean?”
“She means that people will start to send her hate, threats, stalking her, and it could possibly affect her job.” Y/B/F/N piped up.
“My phone has been blowing up non-stop since you said my name and my job on national tv. It got to the point where I turned my notifications off. The comments that I saw were not the kindest. I don’t want to get in between you and your fans, and they seem really mad that we’re together.” I look at Noah with tears in my eyes, and he looks at me with a similarly somber expression.
“You know that hurting you or putting you in harms way was never, and will never be, my intention, right? I’ll post about us officially and say that any hate comments or threats or anything of the kind will receive an automatic block. I will protect you from harm if it’s the last thing I do.”
“I just don’t want things to change between us, you know?”
“Y/N, sweetie, nothing will change. He’ll still come home after filming and annoy the crap out of you, and I’ll still be a 10 minute drive away to help you through everything. We are your support system forever and always.” Y/B/F/N said giving you a hug.
“She’s right. And I promise that I won’t do anything that reckless without talking to you first.” Noah says joining the hug.
“Can I get that in writing?” We all break apart from laughter.
“Okay, Ms. Lawyer, whatever you want.”
“I can draft the statement in the morning, let’s get some sleep.” Noah and I went to our room and Y/B/F/N went back to hers.
“I love you so much.” Noah said as we crawled into bed.
“I love you too, but please talk to me next time.” I whisper as I cuddle into his chest.
“Of course, baby girl.” He kissed the top of my head and we fell asleep.
#noah centineo#noah centenio imagine#noah centenio imagines#peter kavinsky#peter kavinsky imagine#to all the boys i've loved before#to all the boys ive loved before movie
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Hehe my favorite thing about Waterparks is having a band that's from the same place as me.
youre from houston too!!! bc same i love hw they were such a little local band and now theyve come so far!
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At age 23, Tina Fey was working at a YMCA.
At age 23, Oprah was fired from her first reporting job.
At age 24, Stephen King was working as a janitor and living in a trailer.
At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school.
At age 28, J.K. Rowling was a suicidal single parent living on welfare.
At age 28, Wayne Coyne ( from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook.
At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter.
At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker.
At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs.
Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 39, and got her own cooking show at age 51.
Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didn’t get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40.
Stan Lee didn’t release his first big comic book until he was 40.
Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career to pursue acting at age 42.
Samuel L. Jackson didn’t get his first movie role until he was 46.
Morgan Freeman landed his first movie role at age 52.
Kathryn Bigelow only reached international success when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57.
Grandma Moses didn’t begin her painting career until age 76.
Louise Bourgeois didn’t become a famous artist until she was 78.
Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You aren’t a failure because you haven’t found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, it’s okay if you don’t even know what your dream is yet. Even if you’re flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where you’ll end up tomorrow.
Never tell yourself you’re too old to make it.
Never tell yourself you missed your chance.
Never tell yourself that you aren’t good enough.
You can do it. Whatever it is.
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