(almost) seven

on a scale of one to ten how sad are you.

you almost say seven but the answer floats in your lungs like rising mud. you shift your shoulders. some part of you is already forming an excuse. that it’s not that bad sometimes. one, two, three on a day that the clouds are out. you’re just complaining about stuff. yesterday you laughed past a brick of a four, does that make the brick come down to a two-point-five.  the solid seven panic attack of last tuesday feels somehow like a little thorn, just a regular day full of a gentle three-point-nine earthquake rocking after yesterday’s close-to-an-eight. see but if tomorrow you have a real bad day, it will make today look simple.

and what if. what if tomorrow it’s a big old red eight-point-nine. like one of those days where sirens are going off in every part of you but you’re stuck behind a glass window watching it all burn down. like one of those days that your skin against the air feels foreign. like too much of everything. like sitting-in-the-shower, like can’t-eat, like the tide isn’t just coming in, it came while you were sleeping and now you’ve gotta learn how to swim. like bounce me against a bullet hole kind of day.

you keep numbers like nine and ten way out of reach. those are for the people who really are suffering. you’ve got no excuse. nine and ten are funeral numbers, for real problems, not yours, no. and sometimes you’re fine. and you’re kind of used to it. and it’s not sad, it’s just numb like a television caught on static. numb like i can’t remember if i care about this. numb like nothing works but i can’t be bothered to fix it. that’s not sad that’s every day stuff. everybody feels like this, right? feels like they’ve been shut off. right.  

maybe five. right in the middle. like not gonna shoot myself but i’m not wasting your time. a nonanswer. like could be worse could be better. like i need help but i don’t want you to worry even though i need someone to worry about me because i can’t worry about myself. maybe five. but what if five is too small. what if five is too big. what if -

“on a scale of one to ten,” he repeats into your silence, and then pauses. “and please be honest about this.”

I Wish You A Merry Christmas
  • I Wish You A Merry Christmas
  • Mystic Messenger
  • Mystic Messenger


MC: Who is it?

I wish you a Merry Christmas… I wish you a Merry Christmas…
I wish you a Merry Christmas… and a happy… new…

…Haha… Hahahaha!

Look at your face… Yes, that’s the face I wanted to see.

Your heart’s racing, no? I can see your hands shaking… haha…
Should I call myself the Santa Claus watching over you? I’m always thinking about when I should bring my present.

Should I give the present today…? Or tomorrow?
When would you like to receive it?

MC: I don’t want it.

… I see. I appreciate your answer.

Of course, I have no intentions to do what you want me to do. Hahaha…

Entertain me with your frightened face, with your trembling… everyday from now on… If you bore me, I’ll go find you, okay?

You thought that if you’re nice, you’ll get a present on Christmas? Well… I have a different way of giving gifts.

I despise nice children… I despise them very very much.
Try and be nice until I go see you. Don’t you want to know what I’ll do?

Merry Christmas~!

Be patient and wait for the day… you come to be by my side.

  • MC: [flirts with Seven in the chatroom]
  • 707: ______!! Do you have like, a crush on me or something?! Is that why you're being all chummy with me?!
  • MC: Saeyoung. We've been married for three years.
Roasting me is ineffective because you can’t tell me worse things than I already think of myself.
—  707
unraveled (saeran x reader)

summary: saeran’s halloween costume is a little more than problematic.

rating: 13+ (mildly sexual situations, 707 name spoilers)

notes: ah. so i started writing this when i saw @riko-os​ post some mummy Saeran fanart earlier this month. It was originally meant to be longer and shorter at the same time if that makes any sense. LOL. 

Happy Halloween friends, hope you enjoy! (both the holiday and the fic LOL)

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You know, canon.

Bless these anti-social wilderness babies. Stalking people all day and all night before finally deciding to approach them.

I accidentally turned on a few layers at once and got this adorable huddle. Hahaha. 

if harry lined up candles along a bridge for his girlfriend when he was younger i can only imagine how romantic he is with his boyfriend of almost seven years

  • 707: Ugh! Today is the worst day ever!
  • Yoosung: Is it because you can't focus on your work, since you're so worried about MC and all you'd been doing is making robot pets while dropping lowkey hints that you have feelings for her??
  • 707: No, because it's a little humid-... OF COURSE! It's because I can't focus on my work, since I'm so worried about MC and all I'd been doing is making robot pets while dropping lowkey hints that I have feelings for he- WAIT WHAT!?!?

How To Exercise Every Week Consistently

The Huffington Post writes:

I’ve been on this healthy living journey for almost seven years, and I still struggle with working out consistently. I usually start strong, but as the days pass by, life slowly takes over, and before I know it, I worked out two days out the week at best.

I feel that by now I should have a plan, and decided to go on a mission to figure out how to exercise at least four times per week. I am excited, to share my solution with you.

Before we get into how we can work out consistently, let’s talk about why we have this problem in the first place.

In my experience people, especially me, do not workout consistently for two reasons: time and motivation.

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anonymous asked:

how would the rfa and v react if mc got quite loopy, like she's kind of drunk but she's an affectionate, fuzzy kind of drunk (not enough to throw up tho) so she's kind of saying their name in a funny voice and fussing all over them and rubbing her cheek against theirs, and playing with their hair, just like completely being all affectionate and silly on them -even pinching their cheeks- you get the idea x"D

Hahaha ^-^ Thank you for being descriptive or else I would have written something completely different ^^;

I also have, like, no experience with drunk people or being drunk, seeing as neither I nor my friends drink, but I assure you I tried my best!

I hope you like them, anon! (/ `~`)/* (have a flower~)


  • “MC?”
  • “Yes, Yoosung~?”
  • “W-What happened?”
  • “I don’t know what you’re talking about~”
  • “W-Well, you look drunk…”
  • You giggled, “Have I ever told you that you’re the cutest?”
  • He laughed nervously, “Uh, I guess. A couple times…”
  • You hugged him and placed a loud kiss on his cheek, “You’re so adorable~”
  • He laughed, still a bit confused, but pat your head in slight amusement.
  • You started purring.


  • “Zen~”
  • “Yes, babe?”
  • “Come ‘ere!”
  • “Uh…okay?”
  • He found you sprawled out on the couch, “Hello, Zenny-poo~”
  • His eye twitched and he looked at you in confusion, “When did you get drunk?”
  • “I was literally gone for five minutes, MC wtf”
  • “You’re so pre~tty!”
  • He smiled, “Ah, thanks.”
  • He picked you up, “Let’s get you to bed…”
  • “You know what?! You and the others always ask me if I ate lunch, but I never get to ask you!”
  • He nodded, “Mmhmm…”
  • You lazily pointed your finger at him, missing his nose and poking his cheek instead, “So? Did you eat lunch, Zenny?”
  • He nodded, sighing, “Yes, MC. I had lunch 5 hours ago…at noon.”
  • You giggled, “Good!”


  • She came home from work to find you laying on the floor with a bottle in your hand.
  • You were staring at the ceiling with a dreamy smile on your face.
  • “MC! Are you okay,” she asked frantically.
  • She sat you up when you started pinching her cheeks.
  • “Wat r chu douing, Ehm, shee?”
  • You giggled, “Jaehee, you’re really pretty~”
  • She blushed, “Oh, why thank you. But, did you drink while I was at work? You know it’s not good for yo–”
  • You put a finger to her lips, silencing her.
  • You let out a long, “Shhhh”
  • You hugged Jaehee around her shoulders and started running your hand through her hair.
  • “So soft~” you purred, causing her to blush.


  • Of course, him being a lover of wine.
  • He has a lot of it.
  • You had somehow gotten your hands on it, and when he got home from work, he found you talking to Elizabeth III about politics???
  • “Um…MC? Are you alright?”
  • You turned around, jumping at the sight of him.
  • “Ju~min!!! You’re ho~me!” you exclaimed.
  • You ran to him and engulfed him in a hug, rubbing your cheek on his chest.
  • He was a bit shocked, but hesitantly hugged you back.
  • He felt your hands go to his hair and you started to pet his head.
  • “Your hair is su~per soft! Like a kitty~”
  • A lightbulb seemed to go off above his head.
  • “…MC?”
  • “Yes~?”
  • “Did you, perhaps, have some wine today?”
  • You giggled, “May~be”


  • He just laughs at you when he finds out.
  • He takes the chance and cuddles with you until you fall asleep.


  • He’s such a sweetheart.
  • “MC?”
  • “He~llo Jihyun~”
  • “…I don’t remember buying alcohol…”
  • You giggled, getting up from your spot on the couch to greet him.
  • He felt your arms wrap around his neck and your head rest in the crook of his neck.
  • He gently hugged you back and suggested that you get to bed.
  • You agreed, but only if he carried you.
  • Him, knowing the layout of the place by heart, didn’t mind.
  • After putting you to bed, he set a glass of water and some medicine to help if you have a headache the next day.

Because I will never not enjoy speculating…

It would strike me as strange if the series ends without seeing Michael again.

Lucifer’s explanation of “he’s singing show tunes and touching himself” and God saying he wasn’t in any shape to fight – it kinda makes me think that they’re holding Michael in their back pocket for the end of the show or something. It also seems odd to leave him in the corner while Lucifer is back on the board.

Lucifer and Michael were the original mirrors for Sam and Dean. The big, big difference between them is that when Sam was “cast out” by their father, Dean went after him.

Plus they’ve already shown us how easy it was for Lucifer to hop from vessel to vessel, so even if they can’t get Adam Milligan or young John back, there’s not really an excuse. We could easily say, “well, that story has already been told” or “let’s stop recycling old plots,” but… there’s definitely more that could be said. Chuck and Amara got closure. Lucifer and Michael got tossed into jail.

What I’m really, really torn on is whether or not I wanna see Michael!Dean.

On one hand, seeing Jensen actually play another character (which pretty much everyone else has had a chance to do) would be fucking wonderful. Especially if Lucifer wasn’t exaggerating and we do get to see Unbalanced!Michael!Dean.

On the other hand, between Sam, Dean, and Cas, Dean is the only one who has never said “yes” to an archangel, which kinda paints him as the poster child for free will.

And on the other other hand, Dean is supposed to be the “firewall between light and darkness,” and a nice dose of angel grace would balance out the whole turning into a demon thing.

But… yeah. I’d like a satisfying end to Lucifer and Michael’s story, not a throwaway line that Michael is in the cage masturbating until the end of time

Help, I’ve Fallen and I Can’t Get Up

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 387

Summary: Just a little pregnancy fluff with Dean :-)

Warnings: Pregnancy? Otherwise I don’t think there’s any.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

It was nearly 3 in the morning when Dean woke up. He glanced at the clock and grumbled to himself as he rolled over to wrap an arm around your swollen belly. At almost seven months pregnant, Dean found his hands on your stomach more and more every day. He loved to feel his future baby kick at him every chance that he could.

He sat up abruptly when he felt that the space next to him was empty. Panic rushed through him, his mind immediately going to the worst possible scenarios.

With his gun in hand, he tip toed through the bunker. His heart thumped harder against his ribcage when he saw that the light in the kitchen was on.

“Y/N?” his gruff voice asked into the darkness.

“Dean?” your small voice answered back.

You were on your back in the middle of the kitchen floor, the car keys in your hand as you looked over to him.

“Oh my god Y/N, are you okay? Did you fall? Is the baby okay?” One of Dean’s hands stroked your cheek as the other rubbed your belly. His eyes roamed your body, checking to see if there was any damage.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t fall” you chuckled. Dean let out a sigh of relief, but you could still see the confusion on his face.

“Then what the hell are you doing on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night?”

You sighed as he gripped onto one of your hands and the small of your back to help you stand up. “I… well I woke up about a half an hour ago, and the baby was really wanting some of those microwave burritos we get from the store. So I was going to heat one up, but we were out so I was going to go get another box from the store since it’s open 24 hours, but then I dropped the keys on the floor… and when I went to pick them up… Let’s just say that I couldn’t get back up once I was on the floor”

Dean was clearly trying to hold back laughter as you told your story.

“Babe, next time you’re hungry please just wake me up, okay? I’ll get you whatever you want” Dean mumbled into your hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Seven Suitors for Shirayuki - Chapter 6 - Sabraeal - 赤髪の白雪姫 | Akagami no Shirayukihime [Archive of Our Own]
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Shirayuki took pride in being reasonable, being patient, but this is starting to strain even her resolve.