ITS TO WAKE YOU UP

When people try to start an argument on here with you, and it's like... no. I'm tired. Let's both go home and nap instead. I barely have the spoons to function like a human being, I'm not wasting them on your worthless ass and arguments

Originally posted by tennydr10confidential

@brunz i really wish i could…..its often just im having a regular dream and i reach this breakthrough point where if i concentrate a bit i realise that this is a dream and then my surroundings start to crystallize and become as visually detailed as reality (seriously, its so scary just how high defintion these dreams are) and i realise i have control over everything. and then i think hard about what i want to do, where i want to be, really focus and it just all appears. its very tenuous and requires just the right amount of focus because if you focus too hard you wake up and its all lost :(

thE GRAVITY FALLS FANDOM IS baCK IN THE MY STER Y SH AC K ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–
Favs Reading List

A masterlist of fics that I really love reading.
updated: 7.22.16

Okay, so I have a bunch of fics that I keep in my “likes” so I could read over and over again, but now they’re getting burried. I would use my drafts, but I already use that for fics that I’m going to read lol
these are all Bucky unless stated otherwise

Series (may contain smut) 

Hey Neighbor 2 3 4 by @demonsebastian (Pietro)
If We Were A Movie 2 3 4 by @rayswritingcorner
Bring Me To My Knees 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 by @mattymattymerduck
House Of Memories 2 3 4 5 by @writingbarnes
My Joy 2 3 4 5 by @assembletheimagines
Do Me A Favor 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 + drab by @bovaria 
Marked 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 by @matthewmurrdock
Have I Made You Uncomfortable 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 by @marveliskindacool
Downpour 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 + EP by @bionic-buckyb
Longing 2 3 4 5 6 by @sebbytrash
In An Instant 2 3 by @marvel-ash

Absolute Fluff 

• Since When Was I Your Best Girl? by @capnbbarnes
• It’s Just Borrowing by @bovaria
• Dance With Me by @spiderbarnes
• Slurred Confessions by @bovaria
• Why Are You So Quiet? by @demonsebastian
• Is Bucky Ticklish? by @she-who-nailed-it (i was obsessed with this one)
• Captain’s Mischiefs by @bovaria
• Clueless by @writingbarnes (Sebastian)
• Not Just Pretending by @matthewmurrdock
• The First Kick by @buckystories
• Drunken Shenanigans by @bovaria
• Domestic Bucky by @jarnesbrnes
Beautiful Things by @capsbuchanan (ouch)
The Little Things by @wakandasoldier
To Know Oneself by @jarnesbrnes
Don’t Hit Yourself by @bovaria

Short Stories (wc: 5k+) *smut

Just A Dream* [wc:8300+] by @winchester-with-wings (this is a work of art)
Prisoner Of War [wc:6800+]by @wakandasoldier (my heart)
Suburban Safe House* [wc:5300+] by @winchester-with-wings

Pure Smut

• Hiding by @just-call-me-mrs-captain (this was the first fic i ever read guys)
Thinning My Patience by @avengersandchill
A Whole New World by @after-avenging-hours 
Sex With Bucky Barnes by @fvckingavengers
Bucky Barnes & The Three Plums by @demonsebastian
Not Going Anywhere + Sequel by @just-call-me-mrs-captain
Bucky Drabble by @fvckingavengers
Post-WS Bucky Drabble by @winchester-with-wings
Addicted by @fvckingavengers
Right In Front Of Me by @mrs-squirrel-chester
July by @mattymattymerduck (Steve)

Miscellaneous 

• Coffee. Black. No Sugar. by @demonsebastian
• I Win by @demonsebastian (sexual tension, but not smut)
• Awkwardly Tangled by @lowkeybxrnes
• Imagine Bucky by @aprofoundbondwithdean (metal arm)
• The Skirt Is Short On Purpose by @fanfic-super-chick
• Bucky Drabble by @currentlyavengerstrash (short af but broke my heart)
• A Figment Of Imagination by @currentlyavengerstrash (^contin. Bucky Drab)
• Little Warrior by @wakandasoldier (T’challa)
• Right Here Waiting by @such-fun
• Neighbors by @rogerthat-bucky
A Field Trip & A Metal Arm by @waitingfortherightpartner
Our Last Night by @bovaria (reader beware)
Get The Girl by @stories-from-stark-tower
The Last by @rayswritingcorner
Picture This by @pleasecallmecaptain
Dancing On My Own + Sequel by @fallen-stark

Also, some of the series are still ongoing. If something is wrong, please tell me so I can fix it asap! Other than that, enjoy these talented writers and their amazing fics ~

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So I shamelessly messaged Chris Palmer (the Episodic Director of Voltron) this Sheith fanart of mine (after so much debate with my friend lmao) who posted his Shiro art with the tag #he is looking at keith on his official blog, so I just went and said “They’re FINALLY looking at each other now. *A*” AHAHHAHAHA and my friends, his reply is the best. The Lord has spoken. \o/

I’m at a loss for words after what happened to the police tonight. I can full on say that BLM is filled with nothing, but angry spiteful bigots who thirst for mere “oppression” points. If you support this movement; its time to wake up and reevaluate what you’re supporting. 4 people are dead, DEAD because of this movement and 6 critically injured. What more is it going to take to prove to these people that this movement is only hurting our society and people more and more each day? 

  • First, they want black safe spaces to keep away whites from entering their precious echo chambers. Then keep extending these spaces, which is basically segregation happening all over again. That is regressive. 
  • Second, they start playing the “mine mine mine” role and start giving whites an incredible amount of hate for exploring and trying to understand different cultures. They slap a label on it and call it “cultural appropriation” when people start exploring and seeing other cultures. They start understanding which is beneficial to understanding others. By eliminating this we are closing people out and encouraging ignorance.
  • Third, they start saying “PoC” cannot be racist towards whites and its okay to bully them for their skin tone.
  • Fourth, they want to take away people’s guns in the US which is ironic for the next point…
  • Fifth, they open fire on cops and kill 4 and injure 6. 

Yes, black lives matter, just like any other life, we all know that and a majority of us can agree on that. Just because your ancestors were a slave, you think they were a slave, or think you’re oppressed does not give you the right to take someone’s life away, or mock / laugh at an innocent civilian dying as their family is left to deal with the grief and mourning. 

********I know some fuckwad is going to come on my post and say, “They’re experiencing what “my” people have felt. Its a taste of their own medicine” as I have seen before. 

My answer to that: How fucking dare you and what the hell is wrong with you that you think a person dying is going to make anything better? I’m pretty sure those cops that were killed did not shoot a single person in their lifetime and if they did so, they had the intention of protecting another’s life. Its so incredibly fucked up you would even try to defend a person dying / leaving this world. There is so many things mentally wrong with you if you have that mentality. You don’t even deserve a spot on this Earth if you seriously think a person dying is going to make anything better. People dying is making things worse and it has to stop. 

I am disgusted and ashamed to even think this movement is seriously a thing in this country, or anywhere else in the world. These people are mentally unstable and need help if they think killing another human is going to solve their problems.

GOTTA THANK ‘EM ALL!
Okay, I had meant to do this at 151 but I guess a Togepi and a Missingno kinda snuck in when I wasn’t looking 😉 but here we are! 153 followers! I’m really grateful to all of you, really I am. What to do to commemorate this…
*whispering* how about a giveaway?
Alright, how about a giveaway?!
Da Rules: reblog with your favorite Pokemon and in one week I’ll pick the three winners!
1st: 3 of their favorite Pokemon, drawn or paper character
2nd: 2 of their favorite Pokemon, drawn or paper character
3rd: their favorite Pokemon, drawn or paper character
You get one entry, likes do not count.
Good luck!
-Veves

what if, when we read something, we read it in the author’s voice?

now, i actually sent this to Phanfic about like, a year ago i think, but imagine person a of ur otp is a famous author who keeps their identity a secret, and person b is a huge fan. they meet, become friends, maybe add in some pining somewhere along the line, and person b still is oblivious. until person a accidentally quotes their own book and person b is hit with some good ‘ol deja vu, then realizes.

forgetting the shipping aspect all together, i think it’s a p cool concept

Mari Christmas! (*๏ผพ∀๏พŸ)ัŠ

When gift boxes start falling from the sky, everyone thinks it’s a Christmas miracle. The scores of solid objects blasting through the roofs of their homes moments later remind them that just maybe, they should be worrying about the laws of gravity as well. Some choose to hide from the barrage in their homes, while others decide to scramble outside to seek shelter elsewhere.

Bad choice. The townspeople scream and dive out of the way as a pink helicopter swoops low to the ground. Eight children are nearly decapitated. They’re being comforted by their parents after this traumatizing experience as the helicopter slows its descent and hovers in place.

The door to the aircraft slams open to reveal Ohara Mari wearing a red Santa suit and obviously fake white beard. She takes in everyone’s terrified faces with interest. Then, Mari winks, forms a circle with her thumb and forefinger, and whispers, “It’s joke!

No one says a word. Perhaps they’re in shock over the whole situation. Mari doesn’t pay them any mind and says, “Ciao~” before closing the door. The helicopter begins to pick up height, and the bystanders shake themselves out of their stupor so that they can quickly back away before they’re blown off their feet by the resulting winds. Mari’s helicopter veers sharply right and takes off, nearly colliding with a power line. The crowd watches the helicopter slowly fade from sight in stunned silence.

Thousands of homes are destroyed. The entire town is laid to waste, and children weep at the loss of their image of Santa Claus.

But it’s okay, because Dia is money. Mari will drop off the bill for the damages at the Kurosawa estate in the morning.

She chuckles to herself as her helicopter flies off into the night. With this, Dia will definitely regret telling the Ohara heiress that Santa wasn’t real when they were first years.

Anguish Pt. 7

Originally posted by shitjeon

Genre: Angst/fluff

* Warning * : swearing

Word Count: 2340

What’s worse than falling in love?
Falling in love with your best friend
But what’s worse than being the best friend?
It’s being family zoned

| Chap O1 | Chap O2 | Chap O3 | Chap O4 | Chap O5 | Chap O6 | Chap O7

A/N: Sorry it took me a while to update you guys but HERE IS THE AWAITED CHAPTER ! Thank you to those who are sending feedback! its much appreciated ! <3 Enjoy ! ~ 

You didn’t want to wake up, but the consistent beeping of a machine and the murmurs of people told you otherwise. You slowly opened your eyes, groaning due to the lights shooting pain into your eyes but also the sore feeling emitting throughout your body.

Your mom runs to the side of your bed, frantic. “Sweetie are you okay? How many fingers am I holding up? Are you hungry? Do you have a concussion?”

Jimin chuckles as he grabs ahold of his mother by the shoulders “Mom relax, she just woke up. Let the doctor play 21 questions with her.” She lets out a huff, and takes a seat.

You lay there stiffly as the doctor examines you, asking you more than 21 questions. You’re wondering why you’ve been feeling so suffocated and why you were warmer than usual, until you manage to move your head to the side. You nearly cursed out loud, heart dropping to the bottom of your stomach from the scare. “The boy wouldn’t let you go, even security couldn’t get him off of your bed.” The doctor chuckled.

He was snuggled into your side, faces so close that the tips of your noses touched each other. His lip was busted and cheeks tinted with hues of purples and pinks. His arm was decorated with bandages and his shirt was painted with blood spots either his or yours and possibly Jiwon’s as well. “It’s fine, he’s had a long day because of me.” you say as you turn your attention back to the doctor.

“You won’t be able to feel the right side of your arm, we had to pull some thorns out. They struck a nerve but it’s nothing serious. Your arm should be back to normal by tomorrow.” He says as he writes a few things down onto his notepad, “If you get a sudden headache, start vomiting, get a sudden ringing in your ear, or all of the above. I highly advise you to come see me again. Other than that, you’re good to go. You can sign her out at the head desk and also get a slip of medications.” He smiles as he takes his leave, your mom following after him.

“How’d I get here– correction, how did we get here?” you ask, putting emphasis on the word we.

“If it wasn’t for Chanmi’s impatient personality, Binnie would’ve looked even worse than he does now,” he said as he got up from his seat. “Your latte was getting cold and she knew how much you hated it cold so we went to go get you and we found you on the floor covered in your own blood and Moonbin getting his ass kicked by Jiwon and his boys.”

“Should’ve seen the look on Kooks face,” your ears perk up from the name. “It was my first time seeing him that angry. It scared the shit out of all of us, even Hobi nearly pissed himself. Jiwon lost a tooth and I think Kooks busted his nose.” You nod your head at the sudden information that was laid out to you, Jungkook’s changed. He couldn’t even hurt a fly, let alone an ant stating that ‘they have feelings too’ but now he’s broken someone’s tooth and nose? It amazed you. “Rise and shine sleeping beauty!” Jimin chimed as he noticed Moonbin’s awakening.

“First ballerina, now I’m sleeping beauty? Perfect.” He mumbled annoyingly. Jimin paused at the sudden mood Moonbin was in, he wasn’t smiles and rainbows anymore but more like sadness and rain showers. Jimin lets out a nervous cough, “I’m going to go get your clothes from mom, I’ll let the two of you talk.” He says as he hurriedly trots to the door.  

For the first time in your friendship, there was an uncomfortable silence. Neither you nor Moonbin said anything, and the boy practically avoided any eye contact with you. The beeping’s of the machine were awfully annoying and the cries of the families in the rooms next door didn’t help with the atmosphere. “Binnie I’m–.”

“I’m sorry,” he interrupts you, still not giving you eye contact. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you.”

“Binnie its fine–.”

“No y/n it’s not fine! You got hurt because of me, because I’m weak! I couldn’t even protect you–!”

“Moonbin!” you yelled over him, finally making eye contact with you. You don’t usually call him by his full name unless you’re being serious. “It’s okay, you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. It was 1 against 5, it wasn’t fair.”

“Jungkook managed to kick their butts.”

“Oh, is this your way of saying you’re jealous of him?” you coo, wiggling a finger in his face. He lets out a scoff as he grabs ahold of your finger and brings it down to his lap, interlacing your hands together. “As if.” He says as he looks away. You’re about to tease him again, when the door slides open and Jimin pops in, Popsicle in his mouth. He throws the article of clothing onto your bed before leaning onto the windowpane.

“What is this?” you ask, staring at the fabric. “Your change of clothes, what else is it?” he says taking another bite off of his ice cream.

“Jimin, you know how much I hate dresses. I’d rather leave the hospital in this than that.” You spat, throwing the dress back at him with the left over energy you had. “Stop being a baby and just go change, you can’t leave in scrubs anyways. Hospital rules.” You groan as you try getting out of the bed and seeing you struggle Moonbin helps you out.

You can’t help but stare at your reflection for a long time. You’re not a big fan of dresses let alone sleeveless ones. You eyed the dress more, and sighing that it was exactly your mothers’ style; Pastel pink, cotton texture, flowy from the waist down, a slit in front of the skirt starting from the knee going down, and to finish it off a skinny brown braided belt. It was so long that it bundled on the floor or maybe you were just too short, it looked more formal than casual.

You pulled your hair towards the front, covering your shoulders as best as you could not feeling very comfortable with showing so much skin. You nearly laughed at your own reflection, seeing that you looked manlier than girly; the bandages that covered your entire right arm, a few bruises plastered onto your legs, and a big gauze on the left side of your cheek. It was almost as if you came out of those samurai manga. You cautiously came out of the bathroom, feeling more self-conscious rather than confident. You notice that Jimin’s dressed in a pastel blue short-sleeved button up shirt and a pair of khaki shorts that stopped on top of his knees. “Jimin where are we going–?”

“Wow,” Moonbin cuts in, grabbing your attention. His mouth wide along with his eyes. “You look amazing.” He whispers but you all heard it. You can feel your face burning from the compliment and you’re wondering if you’re sweating from how hot it was in the room or from embarrassment. You can see Jimin cringing from where he sat, “Th-thank you,” you stutter as you place a hair strand behind your ear. The door slides open and your mom walks in with the same expression as Moonbin just had.

“You look gorgeous sweetie, I knew I had great taste.” She says as she grabs ahold of your hand, “Shall we get going, we’re already late for dinner.”

“Dinner?” you ask and your mom squeezes your hand in excitement. “We’re having dinner with the Jeons tonight at their home.” You mentally groan before looking at Moonbin. He waves you off, knowing your intentions. “I need some fresh air, I’ll be fine walking home.”

“But Binnie,” you whine and he flicks the tip of your nose. “Don’t Binnie me, besides my house isn’t that far from here, I’ll be fine I promise.”

You sigh, knowing you can’t argue nor persuade him anymore “Okay but call me when you get home.”

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As you arrive home, both you and Jimin wonder why you have to dress so fancy. It’s just dinner, you both would pester your mother. She huffs as she gets out of the car “It’s a formal dinner, now quit whining and let’s go!”

“If you told us in the beginning we wouldn’t be whining!” you both said in unison. You’re not really feeling it for dinner and you just want to go home and rest. Your mother rings the doorbell and the door swings open within seconds. Both of the mothers screech in happiness as if they haven’t seen each other in a long time but really they just saw each other last night. Her eyes fall onto you and she lets out a gasp “Oh my, honey what happened to you?”

You let out an awkward laugh, placing a strand of hair behind your ear “it’s a long story,” “Come in, come in then we can talk over dinner!” she says as she opens it wider.

“We just set the table, everything is still fresh!” you walk pass thousands of photo frames, most of them landscape photos and some of Jungkook as a child. You really want to stop and admire them but Jungkook’s mother continued to scoot you all into the dining room. “We’re sorry we’re late!” your mother says as she helps bring out the plates.

“I should be the one apologizing, if I had known y/n was hurt I would’ve rescheduled.”

“Its fine mama Jeon,” you lied forcing out a smile, as much as you love her you love your body just as much and right now it was screaming for help. “I know your cooking will make me feel better.”  She laughs as she pinches your uninjured cheek.

“Despite all these bandages on your body you still look absolutely stunning. I’m excited for Jungkook’s expression when he sees you.” She chimes as she heads back into the kitchen. “Jungkook is in the shower, he should be coming out soon.”

“Someone called?” Jungkook chimes, and his eyes immediately falls on you. The pastel pink goes great with your complexion. He wonders how your hair falls effortlessly down your shoulders even with all that had happened to you. Even though your body was practically covered in bandages, you still manage to look amazing.

You couldn’t help but be in awe as you took in Jungkook. Although his choice of formal wear was the simple white long sleeved button up and slacks, it hugged his body so well. The sleeves on the button up defined the muscles of his arm, while the slacks made him look taller than he originally was. Stunning? Handsome? Those words didn’t seem to fit how Jungkook looked at this moment. He notices he’s been staring too long and so he takes a seat next to you. You try to calm yourself down, wondering if you can take him just sitting next to you.

After the distribution of food, mama Jeon announces that we can finally eat. You silently curse yourself, wishing the food was soup and not chicken breast. You’re trying to move your right arm, so hard that your face would contort. Jungkook seeing you struggle, lets out a chuckle before cutting the protein for you.

He stabs a piece for you and holds up towards your mouth, “Thank you but I can take it from here.” You say as you grab the fork from him.

“Thank you for having us over for dinner.” Your mom sighs as she takes a sip of wine from her glass. “Dinner with my best friend along with her family and mines,” she lets out a sigh. “If only your father were here, it would have been just as perfect.” You stop eating at the mention of your dad, placing your fork down as you suddenly lost your appetite. “Mom, let’s not right now.” Jimin whispers.

“Jungkook when are you going to date my daughter and marry her already? That way I’ll feel at ease knowing that she’s with someone whom I know and adore.”

“Mom, I think you’ve had enough wine for the night.” Jimin laughs nervously, trying to shut up her up before things turn more uncomfortable than it already is. He notices that you’re not even looking up from your lap, hand fisting the dress.

“Y/n so how did you manage to get your pretty self all beaten up–?” Mama Jeon asks but was interrupted by Jungkook.

“Ms. Park I don’t think of your daughter that way, she’s like a little sister to me.” it was as if you went back in time only this time, it was more embarrassing than before. You’re feeling even more dejected and your finally feeling some type of pain in your right arm. You’re so concentrated in not crying then and there that you don’t feel your phone vibrating until Jimin nudges you.

You get up abruptly, almost falling over as you excuse yourself as you step outside.

“Hey Binnie,” you say and you hear him chuckle on the other end. “Is everything alright, you sounded way too excited when you answered my call. Did I save you from something?”

“Moonbin…” you croak out and there was a long silence on the other end. “Meet me at the park.” He says before the line cuts off.

Moonbin’s already waiting by the time you get there. He doesn’t wait and run towards you the minute you come into his view. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” he bombards you with thousands of questions and only stops when he hears a sniffle from you.

“It hurts,” you croak out, and Moonbin examines you frantically. “Where does it hurt? Your head? Does your arm hurt? Do you want to go back to the doctors? Do you feel nauseous?”

“My heart hurts.”  

UNPOPULAR OPINION: I’m going to get a shit load of hate for this so idgaf tbh. That fight had be CRACKING UP. Look I understand Tiffany’s frustrated with a target being on her back because of her sister, but WAKE UP its Big Brother! It may be unfair, but you should’ve prepared yourself for the unnecessary target especially from the legacy Vanessa left behind. Do I agree with the target on her back? No… Am I fed up with the breaking down? Hell yes! I wasn’t even mad when she started BLOWING alliances up, because it was what she had to do at that point…. but Day, Paul, Zakiyah, Paulie and others getting the “bully” label is annoying. Paul was speaking words or wisdom… he was saying they were both outsiders but Paul woke tf up and started playing the game. They had different reactions to their circumstances. Sure Tiff had it a bit harder, and it’s okay for her to be a human fucking being but it’s to the point where… is the game really something you should be doing. She seemed so broken last night and I almost was for her self evicting. The games not for everybody, but crying about it won’t get you nowhere. So yes I’m still team Paul, Z baby, Paulie, Day, and what not! Paulie was right about wanting her out because this is what he was afraid of. She blew all their shit to Frank and now they have to deal with that! Am I saying she shouldn’t of? NO. She had to.
But am I saying that I agree with it and the fact that the others should be labeled as bullies? Hellllllll no! Some stuff that is said is a bit too much, but when they talk game and wanting her out… I agree! Sorry not sorry. (P.S. I DO NOT support anything RATCOLE had to say though… fuck Nicole)

neighbor!mingyu

okay but can you imagine mingyu being your neighbor and just picture this:

you’re in your kitchen at 2am because you have a craving for the brownies that are sitting on the counter and you’re using your phone flashlight bc turning on the lights would wake up your whole family and mingyu calls you all of a sudden and you’re scrambling to answer it before someone wakes up

“mingyu its 2am what could you possibly want?”
“y/n i think someone is robbing your house”
“what the hell are you talking about ming?”
“i saw someone in your kitchen with a flashlight!!!”
“oh my god mingyu that’s me! i wanted brownies.”
“oh hahaha my bad.”
“why are you even looking in my windows anyway?”
“my window looks right into your kitchen.”
“why am i even friends with you i s2g”
“hey wanna bring me a brownie?”
*siiiiiigh* “i’ll be there in 5 minutes”

anonymous asked:

OK SO YOU THINK KURT IS A GHOST RIGHT SO YOU SCREAM AND RUN OUT OF YOUR ROOM INTO JUBILEE AND JEAN'S AND U TELL THEM THERE IS A GHOST. JEAN IS SMARTER THAN THIS BUT SHE IS SPOOKED FROM THE MOVIE SO SHE SCREAMS AND YA'LL RUN DOWN THE HALLWAY SCREAMJNG GHOST AND YOU WAKE UP SCOTT AND OETER. thEN ITS CHAOS BC EVERYONE IS SCREAMING AND RUNNING AND KURT IS LIKE OMG WHAT

#DISCOURSEATTHEMANSION2K16