an excuse to sleep more

Sunflowers 🌻🌻

Here’s a speedpaint of sans holding bunch of sunflowers~ Actually made these yesterday but can’t upload anything last night so here it is! Hope ya’ll enjoy~ Definitely had fun drawing this one 🙆🌻

Here Comes A Thought (Steven Universe Orchestration)- Rush Garcia

Binding safety things.
  • “I can bind as much as I like, I’m having top surgery soon so that’ll just get rid of any problems it causes-” nope. NOPE NOPE NOPE. Not only does soft tissue damage make surgery both more difficult and risky, binding too much, for too long, over even just a year or two can weaken muscles supporting your ribcage so when you stop binding after surgery, you’re at risk of things like hairline fractures- and worse, up to and including a couple horror stories that include punctured lungs. Do not use “but top surgery!” as an excuse to bind while sleeping, for more than 8-10 hours a day maximum, or 365 days a year without one single break. Not binding sucks- but we all gotta do things that suck for our health sometimes, grit your teeth and do not fuck up your lungs and ribcage.
  • Nonetheless, your risk assessment needs to be different if your timescale is less “five years til top surgery” and more “binding for the rest of my life”. I understand some women bind for reasons of gender presentation and such without plans to get surgey, plus of course there’s some AFAB trans people who either don’t want or can’t get top surgery who plan to bind indefinitely. Understand that this means you need to plan ahead for a lot of possible risks and complications that are less prominent for people using binding as a short-term gap, that the effects of very long-term binding are barely known and potentially severe, and that thirty years on, if you are still doing it, there are going to have been consequences for your body. This is NOT to say, “don’t do it”. Do it with a full, informed, adult understanding of what the risks are or might be, and be prepared to take those on. Keep a sharp eye on your body’s well being. Do it carefully. Be prepared for the risks, because yes, they exist. You can take them, that’s fine, but don’t pretend they aren’t real and serious.
  • Don’t wear a binder that is a size too small because the correctly sized one “shows too much”. Lung capacity is fucking important and you will crack a damn rib one of these days if you’re not careful. Do not overexert yourself in any binder; if it hurts or you feel faint or whatever then STOP, IMMEDIATELY. If you exercise in one, wear one at least a size up and throw baggy shirts on over it. Wear a velcro one if you can for working out so you can undo that shit ASAP if there’s an issue. If you go swimming in a binder, have someone spotting for you, make sure there’s a lifeguard at the pool, etc. You aren’t going to enjoy your wonderful transition very much if you, god forbid, wind up being in a serious accident because you’re suffocating yourself slowly.
  • You can bind safely. That is to say, you can bind while minimizing the risks as much as possible, til you reach a point where it’s reasonable for a well-informed, sensible person to weigh them up and take said risks. You cannot bind 100% consequence free. That’s all.
  • And look, just to get a bit tough-love for a second: “but if I don’t do all those things, my dysphoria is so bad I can’t cope” is something I fully, entirely sympathize with. It also means you gotta start working on management techniques so that ceases to be the case, NOT that you should just accept totally batshit levels of risk for the sake of your mental health. The solution to “my dysphoria is so bad that it destroys my life if I don’t bind in my sleep and wear it two sizes too tight” is not and should never be, “so I do it because it’s all right if I know accept the risk”. That’s not responsible, mature behaviour. It’s fully, entirely understandable. But you need, NEED to instead take the longer, more difficult path to finding healthy management techniques to improve your mental health and wellbeing so this is no longer the case, or else it’s going to bite you in the arse. You want to reach the end of your transition with the body you deserve, so you can finally feel right in it? Then look after it. Transition doesn’t give you a new body, it makes the one you’re in right now fit better, so look after the one you’re in.
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Time taken away and wasted or given up willingly, but is it wrong to believe there is still time to make it worth it?

anonymous asked:

A bts reaction to having a dream about your wedding? ❤️❤️ily and Thank you

eep i was in such a bts mood yesterday hehe

Seokjin: bro he’d be such a little fluff ;;;; he wouldn’t stop thinking about the dream. i don’t think he’d tell you about it but he’d act super cute the entire day. you’d lowkey be confused asf but you’re not complaining lol

Originally posted by bangdulce

Yoongi: he’d have to decide whether to continue sleeping or to wake up and act cute towards you. knowing him, he’d probably keep sleeping yoONGI WAKE UP but his dream probably wouldn’t repeat. honestly it was just an excuse to continue sleeping.

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Hoseok: he was literally like 10x more energetic? you were so confused like he’s always hyper and shit but hES REALLY ACTING CRAZY TODAY !! you were kind of scared to talk to him was he going to slap you? was he going to eat you? hoseok calm down

Originally posted by syubto

Namjoon: he’d probably be really embarrassed. he’d send you little signals and was like “jirrit jirrit let’s get married y/n!!” 

Originally posted by ksjknj

Jimin: instead of acting cute, he’d try to impress you all day. 

“look over here bitch, your main boy park jimin is singing”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung: if he woke up and you were still sleeping, he’d probably just like stare at you and smile lmao is that creepy

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Jungkook: once you both woke up, he’d probably just want to stay at home and like listen to some good music. it’d be really fun!!! unless he starts bullying you because your dance moves are weird!!!

Originally posted by pjmjjk

donate to ‘ stopbullyingy/n.org ‘ to help stop jungkook from bullying you. this is a serious issue and it only takes 80 dollars a day to stop jungkook. we need to stop him. we need to stop him quickly.

reaction requests are open for; seventeen, 2ne1, exo(o12), bts, blackpink, twice, pristin, and nct (all units)

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heavily inspired by this awesome art, xoe’s tweet, and stealthnoodle’s tag /laughs i can’t help but draw it i’m supposed to be asleep now… POLICE AU THO

Soulmates- Tony Stark

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Request:  100,78,74 with Tony stank.

This is an AU where your soulmates first words are tattooed on your arm. I saw it a while ago and thought it would be cute for this request. Hope you enjoy xx

REQUESTS: OPEN

Originally posted by tnystark

If there was one thing you hated about working as a waitress in New York, it was the sheer amount of people who insisted something was wrong with their food in order to get a discount. At least 8 times a day, some entitled, selfish asshole would walk into the restaurant, in thousand dollar dresses, suits and shoes, and then insist something was wrong with the food.

You were on your 5th person who did this, in the 3 hours you had been at work. Sighing, you walked back to the kitchen, and went to the head chef. He knew the drill by now, and as you walked out together, directing him to the table, you were summoned again by one of the men who had walked in a few minutes ago.

“Ma’am, this soup is cold. I’d like to speak to your head chef, manager, and the owner of the venture.”

Biting your lip angrily, you turned around and walked closer to the table, picking up the bowl- which was burning your hand- and started reciting the rehearsed lines you spoke too many times a day.

“Sir, I cannot call the chef, manager, or owner for this matter. What I can do, is heat up the soup, and bring it back to you in a few moments.” You said.

He smiled up at you and your heart skipped a beat when you realized who it was. In front of you, laughing and shaking his head was none other than the infamous Tony Stark. You gaped for a moment, before you nervously bit your lip and went to do your job.

“I’m just kidding sweet cheeks. It’s already scorching, but I do have something else to talk to you about.” He said, making you frown.

Putting down the soup in front of him again, you stood ready to either take another order, or have to answer questions about whether or not what he was eating had some allergen in it.

“I was going to let you go, but, it seems that you and I have a certain connection…” He said. You were more getting more confused by the second, until he started rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, revealing the black ink tattoo in neat script.

Sir, I cannot call the chef, manager, or owner for this matter.

It was too specific not to be real. You were stunned for a second, and then frantically reached for the long black sleeve on your dress to pull it up, displaying the words on your arm that you had read over so many times before.

Ma’am this soup is cold.

“You’re my soulmate?!” You said, eyes wide, and hands shaking slightly.

Ever since you were old enough to understand what the ink on your arm meant, you wondered why you had one of the most obscure messages on your skin, while the rest of your friends and family had either romantic or ordinary messages.

He didn’t look offended by your outburst, but rather amused.

“What time does your shift end?” He asked.

“Uh- I get off in 2 hours.”

“Alright, I’m going to finish my hot soup,” you laughed at his comment and listened to his plan. “And once your shift is over, I’ll come pick you up, and we can go do something romantic, and then I’ll bring you home.” He said.

Thinking it over you nodded and agreed, writing down your phone number and name for him.

“(Y/N)… Gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl. But please, stop biting that fucking lip! I’m not going to make it home if you don’t.” He said, making you roll your eyes and blush.

“I’ll see you later, Tony.” You replied.

The rest of your shift seemed to drag on forever, Tony had left 45 minutes after your conversation, and left a hefty tip with the bill. By the time you were dressed in your normal clothes, and officially out of the building, it was as if nine hours had dragged by.

Outside the restaurant, Tony stood there in a Black Sabbath t-shirt and jeans, just like he texted you he would. You smiled as you walked towards him, and started walking next to him.

“So, tell me about yourself (Y/N).” He said as you walked past the next few restaurants, towards the busy streets leading towards Stark Tower.

For hours, you and Tony walked the streets, talking about your lives, your interests, your job, and what you thought of the words on your arms. Tony had almost the same thoughts you did, not understanding why everyone else he knew had romantic scripts, and he had the most abstract sentence he could think of. He told you about some of this friend’s tattoos, how Bruce had “Hello,” and Clint had, “Can I get a ride home, while Natasha had something in Russian that she wouldn’t translate for anyone. You two stopped for street hotdogs and soda, and spent the rest of the night chatting about anything and everything, sitting on a bench laughing with each other.

“Is it difficult? Travelling all the time? I imagine all the jet-lag and time differences make it hard to reset back.” You took a bite of your hotdog and a sip of soda as you listened to him respond.

“It’s tiring, but it means a lot more sleep since you have an excuse.” He said.

“Sleep all day, sleep all night, blame it on the jet-lag, good plan.” You said, making him laugh.

You yawned as you checked the time, noticing it was well past 2am, and you had to be at work tomorrow. Sighing, you looked over at Tony and smiled.

“I’ve go to get home. Have to work tomorrow.” You said.

You didn’t expect it, but he started walking with you, all the way through New York and up to your apartment, where you stood at your door to say goodbye.

“I had a really good time tonight, Tony. Thank you.” You said.

“I can say the same to you.” You smiled at his comment, and decided to take a chance and lean forward, before he caught his lips with yours in a quick, simple kiss, that you soon deepened. When you pulled away, he sighed and looked into your eyes.

“I think you should marry me.” Tony said, making you smile brightly and pull back.

“Maybe I should. Goodnight, Tony.”

Ten and Two. (Steve/reader, Bucky x Sam)

Summary: “Oh, you think you’re a better driver than me? Prove it.” Sam lets go of the wheel. or the one where Bucky and Sam won’t stop fighting and you and Steve are absolutely, 100% tired of their BS.

TW: cussing (because that’s who i am as a person), almost car crash, sarcasm and a whole lot of Bucky/Sam interaction.

my sad, sad, sad attempt at humour that went a bit angsty, sorry fam

Pairing: Implied reader/Steve,  Bucky and Sam just love to hate each other

You would never understand why Steve ‘Captain America’ Rogers, leader of the Avengers and role model to the people, decided the only way to get his best friends to get along was to make one drive while the other sat shotgun. He was the smartest person you’d ever met when fighting aliens and Hydra goons alike, but when humaning was involved? That man acted like a little boy afraid to tell the teacher he shit his pants.

“10 and 2 Barnes, were you raised in a fucking barn?”

“No, I was just frozen for decades. Sorry, didn’t really learn the rule changes in fucking Hydra driver’s ED.” Bucky’s man bun sat high on his head, the man’s face shaved for once - okay, you totally had Steve sit on top of him while you calmly chopped the fur off his little rat face but it was still looking sharp - and the tick of his tense jaw was unmistakable. Great, another fight in the span of 30 minutes. What was this? Number 12?

“Buck.” Steve sighed, flipping the page of his honest to goodness newspaper. “Sam, please stop. Bucky is doing fine.”

“Fine? He almost hit a mailbox!” Sam was being dramatic. “On the other side of the road!”

“I did not! You’re the one who decided to grab the steering wheel when that leaf hit the window. You made me veer!”

“I thought it was a bird, you asshole.” Sam hissed. “And at least you have a steering wheel, and it wasn’t stolen by some metal armed masochist.”

“Nope, just a grown ass man who likes to fly around in a bird suit talking to his fake bird plane.”

“Red wing is a drone, and he’s better company than you!”

“Sam!” Steve’s voice was harsher this time as he noticed your exhausted face. “Can you tone it down? Some of us are trying to nap.” Sam apologized - to you, not Bucky - as he glanced over his shoulder at you. You just gave him a tired smile, leaning against Steve’s broad chest when he lifted up an arm and allowed you to snuggle underneath. You’d been on the road for weeks, bouncing from place to place to stay hidden from the public that viewed you as fugitives and fighting was the last thing you needed right now.

You must have dozed off because when you woke up next, the sun was at it’s peak and Sam was the one driving. And they were still arguing. You sighed, burying more into Steve’s chest and noticing that his right hand cupped over your ear as a way to keep it quiet enough for you to sleep. They must have been at it for a while if the pained smile, and whole hand over ear thing, were any indication.

“You are literally going 10 under the speed limit.”

“We are in an unfamiliar area, it’s bumpy and one of our passengers is trying to sleep so excuse me for being a bit more careful!”

“Careful is following the speed limit signs because we’re not getting up the next hill going 30 miles an hour. What are you? A grandma?”

“Well, you’d know. You’re old enough to be one.” Sam snapped back. It was Bucky that apologized to your sigh this time, noticing you stretching in the back with an even more exhausted look on your face. Steve didn’t look much better, his eyebrows furrowed as he realized the plan of his you said would fail, actually was failing. But it kept them quiet for the next few minutes til Sam was literally going 20 miles an hour and Bucky couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“Woah, did you see that?” Bucky exclaimed, startling the whole car. You all tensed, expecting it to be another one of Ross’ tailgating minions but Bucky dispelled your fear with a single comment. “I think a turtle just passed us!”

“Are you shitting me man?” Sam exclaimed. “I almost wrecked the car.”

“That’s because you’re a shitty driver.”

“Oh, you think you’re a better driver than me?” Sam glanced over at Bucky, barely taking his eyes off the huge curve up ahead to see the man’s shrug. “Prove it.” Sam let go of the wheel, Bucky’s quick reflexes the only thing that kept you all from veering off the road into a ditch.

“What the fuck?” You screeched as Steve soccer mom’ed you in the chest, watching as Sam put his hands back on the wheel as they continued to bicker loudly. You shared a look with Steve, his more irritated while yours was filled with panic. He was only going 20 on flat land, so you weren’t exactly worried about getting hurt but this was getting out of hand.

“Alright, nope, no, absolutely fucking not. Pull over.” They ignored you. “Samuel Wilson, if you do not pull this car over right now, my next call will be to your mama!” You had never seen a grown man pull over so quick. It was silent for a long, blissful moment.

“It’s his fault, he’s always gotta be making comments.” Sam pointed at Bucky, turning in his chair to see you and Steve. “All I’m trying to do is drive and he just keeps running his mouth-.”

“Me?”  Bucky intercepted. “You’re the one who always has to be making some dumbass comment.”

“Yeah because you said one first-“

“Both of you shut the fuck up!” Silence fell over the car, all eyes on Captain America as he put a steadying hand on your thigh. You tangled your fingers with his, mouth slightly agape as he gave them both harsh looks. “Bucky is going to drive for the next few hours, Sam is going to sit in the passenger seat and we are going to take a nap back here because both of us are so exhausted from your bullshit that if we don’t, we might conveniently forget you at the next stop, understand?” He spoke so quickly that you barely understood him but the boys got the message, silently getting out of the car to switch seats with a glare that was not missed by either of you.

“You okay?” Steve turned his attention to you while they were both out of the car, rounding the hood. You nodded, pressing your lips to his quickly as the boys slid back in.

“Just tired, freaked out a bit, and ready for an actual bed.” He gave you a sorry smile, moving to lay on his back and then opening his arms up for you. You hummed in the back of your throat, squishing your face into his chest as you fell into him and he laughed. “This’ll do.”

It went silent, the car purring to life and rolling back onto the highway. Steve didn’t use his captain voice a lot, but when he did, it got things moving in the right direction. Mostly.

“Wait, why do I have to drive?”

“Because I’m tired and that gasp thing you did pissed me off Buck, you know I hate that.” Sam snickered. “I wouldn’t start Sam, you’re lucky you aren’t locked in the trunk for that little no hands trick you did that almost got us all killed; now, both of you be quiet!” They both went silent again and you started to lull into a calm, heartbeat lullaby induced sleep.

“Bucky, 10 and 2, for fucks sake!”

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where the s/o is constantly tired and complains a lot about it? What would the band react to said s/o, and how would they help them?

If this isn’t me tbh


Murdoc Niccals: 

  • He’d joke around and tell people it was his fault you were always tired. After all being with “a champion love-maker and superstar can be exhausting.” *eye roll*
  • No, but seriously, he’d totally be down for lazy days with you if you’re feeling particularly tired. He’d sit down and write some lyrics and let you nap on him while he works. Some of his more romantic lyrics come from looking at you while you’re asleep, so he doesn’t mind having his “muse” around.
  • He doesn’t mind any complaining because no one complains more than he does. About anything. Ever.
  • You being tired gives him an excuse to sleep more throughout the day, which he loves. It actually puts more balance into his sleep schedule, since he sleeps until 4 pm usually anyways. Now, he’s up earlier and can spend more time with you.

Stu Pot (2D):

  • Movies. He pops one in, you’re out like a light and he can watch whatever he wants without feeling guilty for overloading you with zombie flicks. It’s a win-win. 
  • He LOVES cuddling so it’s a perfect excuse. Even when he’s not tired, he doesn’t mind snuggling up to you and stroking your hair while you sleep. It’s little things like that he loves the most.
  • When you’re grumpy, he makes you tea. It calms your mood and helps you feel more energized on occasion. 
  • He understands to an extent when you complain or get moody, because he has a similar (although opposite) problem. Plus, you tolerate him when he can’t sleep so it’s the most he can do. 

Russel Hobbs:

  • He’s understanding. Russel is a big guy but he does like to get up and go, so he tends to get a little discouraged when you don’t want to go do things. However, he is compassionate and learns to compromise when you’re not feeling up to going out. 
  • Sometimes he’ll play drum solos for you when you’re tired. Who can sleep through a drum solo?
  • When you just can’t muster up an energy, he doesn’t mind staying at home while you sleep. Technically, he still gets to be with you so it’s not really a bad deal. 
  • He likes to cook, so sometimes while you take afternoon naps he’ll cook you dinner and surprise you with it when you wake up. 

Noodle:

  • She’s the complete opposite when it comes to energy, which can be frustrating sometimes. A few arguments have broken out over how to spend your time together, but in the end she’s always understanding.
  • Your presence can actually be calming to her. She’s practically bouncing off the walls usually, so when you’re around her bandmates can breathe (finally). You remind her to take her time with things. 
  • She really loves to sleep next to you, so when you’re knocked out she’s by your side. Usually she’s doing something else on her iPad or computer , but she likes the closeness, and it comforts you to know she’s always there next to you. 
  • Sometimes she’ll sing to you for fun. Her voice is melodic and calming and it eases your mind before falling asleep. 

anonymous asked:

Hello requests are open right? If so i'd like to requeat s and m boys caring for their S/O Giving them hugs and such Thank chuu!

Admin Mawile: ( ´△`) That’s… rarely without ulterior motives. 

Shuu:

-He’s almost never openly affectionate with you. It’s too much work to seek you out and do things for you, so his idea of being kind is not actively terrorizing you. Honestly, it’s just an excuse for him to sleep more. 

Reiji:

-His idea of caretaking is overseeing your every move and harshly dictating what needs to be changed. If there’s any physical affection exchanged, it’s strictly as a reward for performing well. 

Ayato:

-If you count slight less vicious bites and pawing at your chest to be affection, then he can be very affectionate. He really never thinks of what you want though, and all his choices are for his own benefit. 

Kanato:

-The only way he’d do anything pleasant for you is if it coincides with his own desires. Kanato is more or less incapable of selflessness, and only pays attention to you when it pleases him. 

Laito:

-He’s extremely physically affectionate in almost every way imaginable. Of course, you may be able to tell how little real feeling is behind it, but that’s entirely your problem for looking too closely. 

Subaru:

-Gentleness seems to be almost beyond him, and the only way you’ll be getting that kind of affection is you catch him in a remarkably loving mood, Other than that, you’ll have to see through his violent actions. 

Ruki:

-You’ll be treated well if you behave. It’s a simple equation, and one he expects you to follow. So long as you obey him and understand your place, he can be very kind. If you don’t obey, though…

Kou:

-He’s really only kind to you if can get something out of it, be it personal pleasure or bribery material later. If he’s using his time to be nice to you, you;d better be ready to pay him back later. 

Yuuma:

-While he may not be particularly cruel, gentleness does not come easily for him. Even if he’s trying to be nice, you’ll still have to bear with bruises and scrapes from vampiric strength gone too far. 

Azusa:

-He always tries his best to be kind to you. You’re so nice to him, why shouldn’t he return the favor? Unfortunately, his definition of nice is more likely to include cutting than hugs and kisses. 

anonymous asked:

Could I please have a story where Reader has been working really REALLY hard to the point she's on the verge of passing out, and what you think Dabi's reaction would be/what he'd say?

yes you can! I love writing for Dabi, but for some reason I’m so wishy washy on his personality. I feel like he just follows his mood at a particular moment lol.

Dabi
“Hey.”

You jump. In your current study session, you hadn’t even noticed your balcony door slide open. You realize you could have been dead at this moment, but your  “boyfriend”’s voice keeps you from freaking out too much. You rub your eyes that are dry from staring holes into your paper.

“Hi Dabi. What’s up?” You greet, spinning in your chair to face him. His brows furrow for a moment.

“You look like shit. When’s the last time you’ve slept.” he asks, but more like a statement than a question. You laugh, fatigued.

“Um… Maybe like… a few hours ago?? for 30 minutes. And thanks for the compliment.” You reply. Your vision makes him look fuzzy. You only notice you nearly passed out when you register tattered palms on your shoulders, supporting you.

“Go to sleep dumbass. You’re gonna kill yourself like this.” He tells you. You try to wave him off, but your limbs feel like bricks. “Don’t even oppose me, because I’ll just find that one nerve that’ll make you knock out.”

“I… I’m fine, Dabi, I’m serious. This paper isn’t going to finish its… itself.” You stifle a yawn, and blink slowly at him.

“No excuses. Go to sleep.” He says more sternly, fingers grazing against the back of your neck in a threat. You roll your eyes.

“Will you sleep with me then??”

“Are you asking me to fuck y-”

“Dabi. Don’t do it.”

“Haha, kay.”

anonymous asked:

All of the boys reaction to their s.o. asking them if it would be alright if she joined a school club

  • Ayato: “Well, as long as you want to join the sports club then that’s fine. Otherwise, no.” He is pretty protective of what is his, sorry. You would have to be in his club or no club at all in this case.
  • Reiji: Absolutely not, you need to focus on school work. Clubs are nothing but pointless socializing events and used for a excuse to waste time.” He didn’t even have a club to go himself, so he was salty and refused to let you go join one.
  • Laito: “Sure! We can both join the same one so that way you don’t have to leave me.” He didn’t want to let you go, but he refused to be a ‘possessive freak’ like Reiji. He compromised and decided to join the same club as you.
  • Kanato: No.” Simple, but to the point! He wasn’t going to let you take time off to do something that would take attention away from him or he would throw a massive tantrum. It wasn’t happening.
  • Subaru: “I guess? Why are you even asking me? Like I even care what you do.” He would brush it off, but everyday when you came home he would ask how your club went and what you guys did that day. (He cares)
  • Shu: “I don’t see why you can’t.” He doesn’t care, just gives him an excuse to sleep some more after school so he doesn’t have to worry about staying awake and participating in things.
  • Ruki: “Livestock, why do you need a club? They aren’t very educational in my opinion, plus some of them just are using the time to do pointless things.” He thinks clubs are pointless.
  • Kou: “Sure! We can be in the same one if you want.” You would be- no choice. whatever you did, he did. Kou was too much of the jealous type.
  • Yuma: “What? No! You have to come home from school everyday and help me with the garden, you know that. Silly sow, you don’t have time for clubs.” He was right, but you wanted to get out of garden work.
  • Azusa: “If you want…to join a club then can..I join one with you?” He wanted to go where you went, Azusa didn’t like to be left alone that often.

BUT IMAGINE A HIGH SCHOOL AU WHERE DEAN STANDS UP FOR CAS LIKE-

“Mr. Novak, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. I just want you to know that you will figure out your sexuality eventually, but until then I don’t think you should label yourself as bisexual,” Mr. Connard said just loud enough to silence the whole class.

“With all due respect sir, I have figured out my sexuality. Hence the label bisexual. I’m attracted to both women and men and I don’t think that’s any of your business,” Cas said, locking eyes on his chemistry teacher.

“Bisexuality is just confusion. You cannot marry both a man and a woman therefore bisexuality is just made up. Frankly, it’s just an excuse to sleep with more people,” he said, “it doesn’t exist.”

From the back of the room there was the sound of shuffling books and bags. Everyone turned to see Dean Winchester, the schools jock and ladies man, packing his bag. He slung it over his shoulder and headed to the door.

“Mr. Winchester, where do you think you’re headed?” Mr. Connard asked, stepping in front of Dean’s path.

“Well, If I don’t exist then why do I need to be in class?” The teacher stared at him in confusion as the class broke out in quiet murmurs. “I’m bisexual you ass.”

He pushed past his teacher and opened the door to the hallway. “You comin?” Dean asked Cas. Cas just stared at him slack jawed. Dean rolled his eyes, grabbed Cas by the hand and pulled him out of the classroom, waving his middle finger at the chemistry teacher.

Without You: Bloodstone (Part 6)

Genre: AU, bts!werewolf, fantasy, angst

Warnings: language, violence, suggestive content

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Werewolves, contrary to popular belief, are usually gentle creatures. Except for a very specific set of circumstances, they would never hurt a human (on purpose). The few unfortunate times when mistakes were made put a permanent dark mark on the beasts and people began labeling them as monsters. What the human population failed to recognize was the fact that they were protecting us from something much more sinister. Luckily, a few survived and the gene was passed down hereditarily until one day finding its way to me… in the form of my best friend.

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Originally posted by junghoshikie

Loyalty is often as blind as justice should be, as unstable as a lightning storm ought to be, and as misplaced as an opinion in the truth.

Chapter 6:

“Are you saying DEMONS were THERE?”

Namjoon runs his fingers through his hair, pushing the locks away from his forehead, thinking, “Well, I can’t say no. But I had Hoseok search the area. He has the best sense for those kinds of things out of all of us, but couldn’t find a single one.”

“So then why did Jungkook transform early?” as I ask this, I feel like we are wrapping back around to where this conversation started. A perplexing question indeed.

“I don’t know,” is his only answer.

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JUST. GUYS. WHAT DID YOU DO??

Originally posted by asmion

Seriously, tho. Thank SO, SO much for sticking around, putting up with my shenanigans, watch me drown in fandom after fandom, tolerating my obsession of a certain husbando, being super patient, and supporting my stuff. I can’t thank you guys enough. I wish I could hug all of you rn TTvTT

YOU!! YES, YOU!!

I’M TALKIN’ TO YOU, PERSON WHO IS READING THIS!!

YOU’RE FRICKING AWESOME!!! AND I WUV YOU!!


Now, if you’ll excuse me. Ima succumb myself to more doodles ‘til Snas scolds me. (SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!!!)

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1K art raffle will be up soon! ;3