(i should be in bed and i'm doing this instead)

Do you ever just feel the need to draw Kuroo’s first solo album and think about his #1 hit “Bed-Head Days” on a Saturday afternoon instead of doing work?

Nico loves Halloween

It wouldn’t be hard to imagine Nico’s favorite holiday being Halloween; It’s got everything he knows: monsters, death, ghosts, zombies, and skeletons. But that’s not why he likes it

  • At first he doesn’t care for it. Just another day like any,he comes back to camp from doing a side quest. He almost forgot about it until a little kid at camp told him
  • A monster from the woods found its way to the dining pavilion, and Nico had dealt with it by summoning a few skeletons. 
  • And this little kid who saw the whole thing, comes up to him and starts gushing about how cool his trick was, and that he should to it at the campfire tonight
  • Nico asks why, ‘cause this is the first time anyone wanted him to do underworld magic for fun, especially at the bonfire. But the kid just tells him it’s Halloween and that it would really get everyone in the holiday spirits
  • That’s when he notices all the pumpkin carvings and “scary” decorations scattered around camp– even the infirmary has little tissue ghosts floating around
  •  He finds Will and sees that he has a black cat mask on and a little orange bow tie
  • Will’s a bit surprised to hear that Nico didn’t know/ doesn’t really care for Halloween. “ “Isn’t all that scary stuff suppose to be your thing?” But he sees that Nico is uncomfortable and suggests that they go see Chiron about doing something fun for the bonfire
  • Chiron is more than happy to tell Nico all of the fun things CHB does to celebrate Halloween: hay wagon rides, pumpkin carving contests, costume contests, and a lot of pumpkin pie at dinner. He tells Nico that it would be okay if he summoned a few skeletons for the younger campers
  • Nico is a little nervous, but all of his friends tell him that he’s going to do great. Hazel tells him that it would be fun, and that afterwards they could carve pumpkins and eat candy apples It’s getting dark, and everyone is sitting around the bonfire. Katie Gardner was telling a scary story of a beautiful flower that would lull you to your death and use your body as fertilizer, when suddenly-
  • The earth split open, glowing green lights spilled out along with bony hands that have lost all their skin. Campers jumped to their feet, reaching for the hilts of their swords, but they never got the chance to attack A hoard of small children rushed forward-stabbing and slashing every bone in sight
  • Reyna had made a deal with them: if they fight off the scary skeletons and protect camp, she’ll make sure that they can meet Nico and ask him questions. Nico wasn’t really sure if that would be a good idea- why would a bunch of kids want to be around him anyways? But he agreed
  • The whole camp watched in amaze as these little kids fought off the dead. The skeletons shattered into pieces, skulls were sent flying, and though they could not make a sound, they rattled and creaked and groaned from the young ones almighty pummeling
  • Hazel and a few children of Hecate and twisted the mist into making it look like a claymation (in my opinion, those are more horrifying than any real set of bones). It was all very dramatic The dust had settled, and the earth had closed once more. The remaining bones disintegrated into dust and blew away with the wind. It was quite the spectacle. 
  • The older campers were congratulating and cheering their little siblings Now it’s time for the Q&A! Nico stands off to the side, awkwardly. He’d love to answer their questions, but he doesn’t think they even remember he was there. Until he gets swarmed by the cuties, that is
  • One daughter of Iris asked if he could reanimate dead thing; only human skeletons and zombies, I’m afraid. She says that it’s probably for the best
  • Another kid asks very bluntly if he ever summoned a zombie to like turn off the light switch across the room or something; once, but I got in trouble
  • All the little kids told him how cool he was, and that he should do something like this every year. The child of Iris even asked for a hug, which Nico shyly obliged. She giggled and ran off afterwards
  • At the end of the night Reyna found him giving one of the kids tips on how to fight the dead. The kid runs off with a smile on there face
  • Reyna notices the small smile on Nico’s face too. She leans next to the tree where he stands and asks him if any of the kids were too pushy. He looks startled? surprised? He immediately defends the kids, saying that it was nice and happy to do it. Reyna smirks, and he realizes why she had asked that
  • It made him happy. It made him happy that so many kids wanted to hear what he had to say, and were impressed with what he could do… and that they weren’t afraid of him
  • It was very validating for him
  • Nico spends the rest of the night in the Hades cabin with all his friends, retelling the night’s events. Leo over dramatizes the whole thing while stuffing his mouth with skittles
  • Hazel and Will compliment him, saying that what he did was very nice for the kids, and that he should do it again next year
  • When everyone goes to bed, Nico is left with a smile on his face, and ideas swimming in his head for the next Halloween

That is why Halloween is Nico’s favorite holiday

Now let’s take some time to think about what Lucifer hoped would happen when Natalie woke up.

Was he expecting her to jump up and embrace him immediately? To regale him with tales of the horrors of hell and what she experienced down there? I expect he was dreading to hear that part, but knowing Natalie, there would be no detail spared. I expect, even more than that, he was dreading the question of how he brought her home.

I doubt he would have told her immediately. He probably would have tried to avoid telling her at all. That is, until she noticed the blood on his back (or her hands from the embrace) and concern erased everything else on her voice and mind, and she *insisted* on finding out what happened. Is he hurting? Why isn’t it healed? Who did this? What happened while she was dead? As much as he hated having to figure out how to the dodge the questions, he would have been so glad to hear her asking them.

Would he have finally verbalized his feelings? Does he even know how? Still? Lucifer is a man of action; would he have simply referred to his actions as a means of explaining? Or would his fear that she was dead, especially dead because of his own actions, kicked his ass into gear and had him actually telling her-in disjointed, incomplete sentences, of course-that he cares about her? As Lucifer laid down beside her, waiting for her eyelids to flicker open, was he mentally rehearsing his own speech, all of the things he wished he could have said? Or did he simply lie before her, holding his breath, not wanting to breathe until she did too?

Naturally, nothing went as he anticipated. There is probably a voice in the back of his head telling him, “Did you really think this would go as you planned? Did you really think you would get a happy ending?”

And yet, I wonder if there isn’t the slightest twinge of relief. There is still work to be done. He can’t leave her like this. He has to fix this. He has a reason to stay with her still. One more reason (excuse?) for him to postpone leaving her.

Poor Luce. He just wants his friend back.

just a quick question for some fic writers, you know who you are:

do y'all not feel a disgusted shiver go down your spine and simultaneously feel like you disappointed five generations of your family whenever you type in “mags” and decide “yes, that’s a good nickname i will keep that in my fic it’s lovely”?? do you not?????

It’s bedtime

Requested: can you write protective or caring Shawn I love that type of Shawn


“Babe,” You hear Shawn’s voice from somewhere behind you as he enters the dining room where you’re seated at the table studying. You don’t stop reading through the powerpoint on your laptop screen. A second later, you feel his arms wrap around you, and he rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“Hmm?” You finally respond, still not really paying any attention to him. 

“I know you’re stressing, but its time for bed.” He tells you, his voice coming out authoritative, but caring at the same time.

“Can’t.” You reply, “I still have twenty more slides to get through, and then I have another chapter to read.” 

“I know, love. But its bedtime.” He plants a light kiss on your temple before adding, “You’ve been only getting four hours of sleep every night this week. I know its midterms and you have a lot to do, but you can’t keep going on like this. It’s not healthy.” 

He’s right, you’re exhausted. “But Shawn–” You try to protest, but he cuts you off.

“No buts. Unless its your butt in our bed.” He says, reaching over and shutting your laptop, obviously refusing to take no for an answer. He grabs your hand and pulls you up from your chair, “C’mon baby. The work will all still be there in the morning.” He says before leading your exhausted body down the hallway and into the bathroom where you both get ready for bed together.  


anonymous asked:

I've been really interested in started to bullet journal, but.. I don't really do anything. I'm unable to work at the moment, and my doctor doesn't even want me to try applying to places and to try to get disability instead. On top of it, depression has had me seldom leave bed, especially the past month. Do you think there's any point to me trying?

Oh, dear, I am so sorry you have to go through all of this. I definitely think you should start a bullet journal though, and it’s due to the fact that you’re interested in it. When I was at my lowest point due to depression, there wasn’t much I was interested in – my old hobbies just lost all meaning and I didn’t have the energy or even an interest to start anything new. Then I came across this whole bullet journaling concept, and it sparked a tiny bit of curiosity in me, so I decided to try it and now here I am :) it has definitely become one of my favorite past times. So yes, if there’s something you’d like to do, there’s no reason not to do it (with something being a harmless and positive thing okay, not everything you want to do is necessarily good for you/other people, but we’re talking about bullet journaling so there’s probably no point in adding this comment, but you know, just in case… :D)

If you feel like you have nothing to put in your bullet journal, just forget all of the full spreads with ten tasks per day and make it so that it works for you. Add tasks like “get up from bed”, “take medication” and “work on bullet journal”. You can also track your doctor visits. As a person with depression, I know how much energy even getting up from bed can take. It can be equal to a healthy person studying all day. Make the tasks so that they help you cope with your depression/illness, and don’t be afraid that a task might be perceived as a “lesser one”. You’re making your bullet journal for yourself and you decide which task should be put in. I sometimes still put “shower” as a task on days when I’m lacking all of the energy to do anything than just lay down and sleep/stare into the void. It sort of helps having it there because it forces you to do it just so that you can tick the little square off and it makes you feel accomplished because you actually did something.

If you plan a to-do list for a day and end up not doing anything, no worries, just try again the next day. You can journal in your bujo a bit, say how you felt that day, and say that despite everything, you’re still proud of yourself for trying. And if you don’t feel like it, then write that I am proud of you for trying, because I am. Make your bullet journal a happy place to help you cope with everything.

I hope this helped at least a tiny bit. I’m thinking of you and hoping you’ll get better soon. I also hope you find joy in bullet journaling. Let me know if you actually decide to start a journal if you feel like it, I’d love to know! Lots of love x


“Should we go on the bed?” - Hanbin to Jiwon  (/ω\)

The Last Five Years Starter Sentences (Part One)
  • "I'm still hurting."
  • "What about lies? What about things that you swore to be true?"
  • "Go and run and hide away"
  • "Run and find something better"
  • "Run away. Like it's simple. Like it's right."
  • "Maybe I'd see how you could be so certain that we had no chance at all."
  • "Where can I turn? Covered with scars I did nothing to earn."
  • "I'm breaking my mother's heart."
  • "Just as long as you're not from Hebrew school."
  • "Now I'm getting somewhere, I'm finally breaking through."
  • "I've been waiting for someone like you."
  • "I've had Shabbas dinners on Friday nights with every Shapiro in Washington Heights."
  • "From the minute I first saw you, I could barely catch my breath."
  • "I've been standing for days with a phone in my hand like an idiot, scared to death."
  • "My people have suffered for thousands of years and I don't give a shit."
  • "You are the story I should write."
  • "If you like to drink blood, I think it's cute!"
  • "I'm your Hebrew slave, at your service."
  • "I've been waiting for someone, I've been praying for someone, I think that I could be in love with someone like you."
  • "I guess I can't believe you really came."
  • "See, I'm smiling. That means I'm happy that you're here."
  • "I stole this sweater from the costume shop. It makes me look like Daisy Mae."
  • "I think you're really gonna like this show. I'm pretty sure it doesn't suck."
  • "See, you're laughing, and I'm smiling, by a river in Ohio."
  • "I think we both can see what could be better."
  • "I didn't know you had to go so soon... I thought we had a little time."
  • "Whatever, if you have to then you have to."
  • "We could be together, here together, sharing our night, spending our time, and you are gonna chose someone else to be with."
  • "No, that's exactly what you're doing."
  • "You could be here with me or be there with them."
  • "No, you do not have to go to another party with the same twenty jerks you already know."
  • "You could stay with your wife on her fucking birthday."
  • "I know in your soul it must drive you crazy that you won't get to play with your little girlfriends."
  • "You cant spend a single day that's not about you."
  • "I swear to God I'll never understand, how you can stand there straight and tall, and see I'm crying, and not do anything at all."
  • "I've got a singular impression things are moving to fast."
  • "Oh no, step on the brakes, do whatever it takes but stop this train."
  • "No matter what I try I'm flying full speed ahead."
  • "Things might get bumpy, but some people analyze every detail. Some people stall when they can't see the trail. Some people quit out of fear that they'll fail. But I keep rollin' on."
  • "I met my personal Aphrodite."
  • "My heart's been stolen, my ego's swollen."
  • "I'm so happy, I can't get worried."
  • "Handful after handful of Doritos."
  • "I tend to follow in his stride. Instead of side by side I take his cues."
  • "Yes, he's insane, but look what he can do."
  • "I didn't know the rules do not apply."
  • "I'm a part of that, aren't I?"
  • "First, a story. A little Christmas Story."
  • "I should take out my teeth and go to bed; I'm sitting her with talking clocks instead!"
  • "He looked and the clock was turning back."
  • "Sewn into the seams were forty-one seasons of dreams."
  • "Maybe your heart's completely swayed but your head can't follow through."
  • "Shouldn't I want the world to see the brilliant girl who inspires me."
  • "Say goodbye to wiping ashtrays at the bar."
  • "Here's a headshot guy and a new Backstage, where you're right for something on every page."
  • "Have I mentioned today how lucky I am to be in love with you?"
  • "I'm sharing a room with a former stripper and her snake, Wayne."
  • "I'm certain I'd prefer to be going slowly batty, forty miles east of Cincinnati"
  • "I saw your book at a Border's in Kentucky, under a sign that said 'New and Recommended.'"
  • "All things considered, I guess you don't have to buy it."
  • "He wants me, but he ain't gonna get me."
  • "Look at him, look at me. Son of a bitch, I guess I'm doing something right."
  • "I'll get on my knees and pray I can state in my next bio 'I'm never gonna go back to Ohio.'"
  • "The torture is just exquisite, while I'm waiting for you to visit. So, hurry up schmuck."
  • "Will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes?"
  • "There are so many lives I want to share with you."
  • "I am not always on time, please don't expect that from me. I will be late, but if you can just wait, I will make it eventually."
  • "Anything other than being exactly on time I can do."
  • "I don't know why people run. I don't know why plans fall through."
  • "I don't know how anybody survives in this life without someone like you."
  • "I want to be your wife. I want to bear your child."
  • "I want to die knowing I had a long, full life in your arms."
  • "Til there's no one left who has ever known us apart."
  • "Can we go see the dinosaurs?"

I’m trying to do Small Things every day (starting like yesterday)

just like start the laundry or put some books back on the shelf or make the bed

I’m trying to stop ramming my head against the wall with huge projects and instead looking for ways around the wall.

I feel like I should be able to do things in a certain way, but I’ve proven it doesn’t work. I’ve got to stop beating myself up for failing and start making things work.


 I should be doing things instead of feeling sad for no reason.

anonymous asked:

how much do you read exactly? cause it's just like wow, I'm impressed

It depends on the day and whether or not I get out of bed. Some days I’ll read multiple poetry books, other times I’ll read a novel over the course of a few days.

I’m lucky that I have a library card in a large library in a major city. I’ve also spent more money than I should on Amazon and small publishers in the past few years instead of practical things. I often read the chapbooks I see on Tumblr.

Last year I read about 180 books. In 2016 I’ve read about 100 so far. When things got bad I was lucky if I got through 10 books a year outside assigned reading.

anonymous asked:

I went through your blog for 2 1/2 hours last night and I'm not even sorry. It made my night 😂. Keep up the awesome work! 😊

I should also be in bed sleeping but I am not. I am here instead. Doing nothing but trying to catch shitty zubat pokemons that won’t even come to my house. ahhh. Life. 

anonymous asked:

I have a bunk bed in my room and I'm going for a tumblr style room and I just put one of my mattresses to sit on the ground what should I do with my other mattress and bunk bed.

Hi, thanks for writing in:)

I’m not sure I completely understand what you’ve done so far with the bed, but here are a few examples of how you could decorate a bunk bed to look more “tumblr”:

You could completely remove the bottom bit and turn the underside into a cozy den with a lot of cushions, maybe some fairy lights, and a cute rug. Instead of having a canopy at the top you could just add it to the bottom so that it would be you’re own cozy corner that you can close yourself into :) Buy large cushions from etsy.com they will be cheaper, fairy lights you can get at ikea, or in large supermarkets, and cute rugs you can get from urbanoutfitters.com .

You could also just get a large futon from a nearby home store like ikea if you have one near you, and just decorate with some cushions, and fairy lights, and use that as a reading/chilling area. 

I hope that helped! xo 

Instead of going to bed like he said he was, Evan simply turned off his phone for the night, tossing it in a bag and grabbing a few extra things before heading out the door to give to a late-night diner. Ordering a cup of coffee usually made him at least smile at the irony but today that seemed a lot harder. Right now what Evan really needed was someone to talk to. Instead an open journal lay in front of him as he tried to set his thoughts down in words. But nothing was working. Every time he put words down on the paper he found himself unsatisfied with them and promptly ripped the page out of the journal. With his last atttempt he was frustrated enough to actually toss the page away, hitting a random bystander by accident.

  • me: !!! I feel so productive!
  • brain: you should do fun things instead
  • me: ooookay- I'm flexible! Can I draw stuff?
  • brain: no that's too much effort
  • me: ...read fanfiction?
  • brain: by "fun" I meant stare into the void
  • me: ugh nevermind. It's late let's just go to bed.
  • brain: ...
  • brain: you can't sleep I haven't had any fun yet

but there’s something terribly appealing about the thought that nick is secretly trying to fit himself into the things he knows louis likes:

“hmm, louis wears a lot of topman… i mean, i could do something there…”

“if i say yes to the x factor job does that mean louis will tweet about me too or??”