and unwilling to go to bed

Lil Emily is a kid who learned the art of deception and covering her emotion for the sake of maintaining a perfectly calm facade way too early. She escaped the place of her 6 month-long imprisonment and reunited with her father figure she believed was dead all this time, only for him to go on a mission again and leave her in an unknown place filled with unknown people, glued to a window in her little tower and unwilling to go to bed before he returns, until the exhaustion and the stress of the day take her over, only to wake up early the next day and make sure to be the first one to say good morning to him, be cheerful and be normal

tsukiyama looking out for each other:

Yamaguchi who will watch Tsukishima closely and act as a shield when the press of noisy, pushy people around him gets to be too much and his headphones aren’t enough to block the world out

Tsukishima as a safe fortress from which Yamaguchi can assess new people and new environments before entering them himself

Yamaguchi who won’t let Tsukishima stand still as everything moves past him, unwilling or unable to care. Yama’s there to push and support him through  picking a high school,  joining the volleyball club, going to practice, getting out of bed in the morning; he refuses to let Tsukki be eaten alive by his own apathy.

Tsukishima knowing he isn’t very likable, but feeling like it might be okay because, well, Yamaguchi is still here. He doesn’t need anyone else

Yamaguchi will sometimes break down and ask Do you hate me? Does everyone hate me? Am I even worth the effort? I’m so ugly, I’m so stupid, I’m so useless, I’m so boring–and Tsukishima isn’t really a patient person but he never loses patience with this, calmly and matter-of-factly listing Yamaguchi’s good qualities until the good outweighs the bad

Tsukishima, who will defend Yamaguchi from anything and everything, watching helplessly as Yamaguchi went up against Seijoh by himself and lost, thinking, I should have been able to protect him from this

Yamaguchi can see Tsukki’s potential and it’s honestly killing him, because he could be so much, but Tsukki’s too scared too try because trying means caring and caring means it will hurt you, sooner or later. But Yamaguchi sees that it’s hurting him anyway, and tells him to forget Hinata, forget Akiteru, forget Ushijima, because this is about you, not them. What more motivation do you need than pride?

And Tsukishima, who believes in Yamaguchi more than anyone, watching as Yamaguchi went up against Seijoh by himself and scored 5 points consecutively. Everyone else was surprised, but not him. never him. He was  just proud

Yamaguchi watching the Shiratorizawa match and knowing with chilling certainty that the outcome could either heal Tsukki of his bitterness or break him completely 

anyone have any tips for someone who is late to everything all the time? apparently I’ve been late to work every day for the past who knows how long, and I can tell my boss is getting irritated. I definitely don’t want to lose my job because I’m too lazy to wake up on time but it seems like no matter what time I go to sleep at night I still wake up tired as fuck and completely unwilling to get out of bed.

help.

Imagine Dean sending you away, for your own protection

“Hey Sammy.” You said cheerfully as you picked up the burner, you were staying with your parents for a while, Dean had sent you away.

When he casted you away, it was because of dreams of killing you which plagued him as you slept next to him. So he sent you away terrified that one day he would walk up to crimson stained sheets and you craved open.
You were unwilling to go at first, however Sammy talked you into it, explaining that Dean was unpredictable with the mark and that it was for your own good. He never said goodbye, said he didn’t want to know where you were going.

“Hey [Y/N], how is your mom?” He asked as you sat on your childhood bed.

“She’s good. How’s Dean?”

“That’s actually why I am calling, I need you to come home.”

“Why?” You excitedly asked, “Did you get rid of it finally?”

“You might want to sit down.” He said through the phone, your mind instantly went to him being dead in an urn of ashes, or six feet under again.

“Sam…. Where is he?” You whispered

“Dean….Dean is a demon.” As he said it the word seemed to stop, “He is running around with Crowley and has lost control. We need all hands on deck, I’m bringing him home tomorrow, I need you there, you might be the only one who can make him listen.“ He pleaded as you slowly wiped the stray tear away.

“I’ll be there. Just let me just pack.” You trailed off as Sammy’s words sunk in, your boyfriend was a demon, and probably a mean one.

“Ok see you soon.” He said as you closed the phone without a word and quickly threw all your clothes and things you brought into a duffle and ran to your car, leaving without a word.

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“Come on Sammy, I left to get away from your whining and complaining. If I wanted to be cured I would have fucking stayed around, don’t ya think?”

“Dean, don’t make me summon my secret weapon.” Sam hissed as he opened the cooler you had brought him of purified blood.

“What weapon? The only thing you got is some poor guy’s blood that you mumbled a pray at.” He snarked.

At his words you put a hand over your mouth, just hearing his voice, you knew this wasn’t your Dean, not the Dean that you feel in love with.

“Do you remember what you did before this all happened? Before we went to find Megatron?”

What came next made your heart break, because he sounded genuine as he said it, “Sammy I know you are not referring to her, don’t tell me that you were stupid enough to call her back here? I SENT HER AWAY FOR A REASON!”

“Dean… You need help, who do you think got me this blood while I made sure you stayed put. Dean I brought her back…”

“So you could watch me kill her, so you could bring her back into a situation I tried to get her out of. I was and still am a ticking time bomb and I will not let her die because I explode.”

“Dean just let her help, please?” Sam asked before you heard the grunts of agony.

“Never.” He hissed before he screamed in agony. When you looked into the room his head was hung, his shoulders slumped and his breathing was heavy. He looked and sounded as though he was in pain. Your heart started to break as you watched, and then he lifted his head, looking at you as though you were a ghost.

“Oh you really are worse then me. First Lester now her. You really are messed up.” He laughed as he looked at you again, and it was almost like his heart melted.

“Hey baby girl, how you been?”

“Real good,how’s being a demon Dean-o?” You asked as your arms crossed over your chest.

“Oh just peachy. I mean right now I am in pain but seeing your pretty face makes it all better now.” He smirked before you looked at the ground and strolled over to the cooler, taking a vile and walking over to him, and plunging the needle into his arm, pushing all the blood into his vein.

“It’s good to see you too Dean.”

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Sam put the last of the blood into his arm, as Cas tried to heal your arm, which you all were sure was broken. When Dean swung at Sam the first time you jumped in the way and landed a hammer to the arm, and when Dean saw you in pain, he dropped the hammer, kneeling down to make sure you were ok after you buckled down to the ground. You seemed to be the only thing that could tame both the demon and the man.

“So now what? We pray this works, and that we didn’t possibly just kill Dean?” You asked Sam as he looked at you with sorrow.

“Exactly. How is the arm Cas?”

“It should be better now.” He said as your arm glowed for a moment, and all the pain went away.

As you started to raise from the ground, you watched as Dean’s head lifted from its hanging position and looked at you all standing there, watching him. The black completely left his eyes and he took a breath, his eyes landing on you as you took the holy water from Sam.

“[Y/N] what are you…” The holy water hit his face, and had no reaction, no smoking, no sizzling, and agonizing screams of pain.

“Welcome back Dean.” Sam said as his head dropped again.

When Sam cut him lose and you took him to his room, you curled into his side as he wrapped an arm weakly around you. His breathing was even as his eyes were now closed, you were happy, it felt natural and right where you were.

“Baby girl, you know you can’t stay right?” He sighed as you looked up at him, his eyes were now open and looking straight into yours.

“Dean, you can’t send me away again, I am staying and…”

“I still have the mark [Y/N], I am still a danger.” He said, sitting up slightly as you also sat up, you both leaned against the head board, “I couldn’t live knowing I hurt you.”

“And what do you think you are doing to me Dean? You send me away and don’t text or call or anything, you broke my heart the day you…”

“At least it is better then killing you. I woke up every morning for months sweating because I had to watch as I killed you, and Sammy and innocent people everyday.”

“And you were a demon, you had multiple opportunities to kill me, hell Dean you broke my arm, and then you stopped to make I was okay. Isn’t that proof enough that you won’t hurt me or Sam, or anyone…”

“We are not arguing about this, I’ll have Sammy take you home.” He grunted as tears collected in your eyes, he couldn’t look at you, he didn’t want you to know that his own eyes were watering at the thought of breaking your heart.

“I can take myself home.” You said ignoring the break in your voice as you rolled off the bed and grabbed your bag, looking behind your shoulder to see him looking at you like an injured puppy. “For what it is worth I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said before you dropped your duffle and walked to his side of the bed, pressing your lips to his.

“If you want me, I’ll be at a motel.” You whispered against his lips as you walked away, when the door closed he broke, and for the first time in months, he felt heart ache, and knew you were never going to walk back thru that door again.

Be forewarned, heavy speculation ahead. But, scrufflecake and I were trying to piece together this feud, and we’ve come up with a bit of a theory.

So, this starts out with Annas’ tweets from the night of the 5th, shown below. First, we have him complaining about wanting to go to bed, but a client not cooperating. Of course, he’s got tons of clients, but this is likely about Louis because of what he says later.

Then, he seems frustrated because a client is either unwilling to do something or isn’t responding or something. But, something was not going as planned.

So, something was going. It might not have been related to Louis. But, it could have been, given that these were back-to-back. Then, a couple hours later, you’ve got the club announcement.

Right after that tweet - which we know is about Louis - he tweets this.

It seems like Louis is this client that was giving him trouble, and then finally went though with at least some variation of the plan that Annas had in mind. Either way, I think Louis did some push back. I don’t think he wanted to do this particular stunt.

Now, as we know from the several anons people received the next day, a kiss apparently went down at the club. As far as I’ve seen, there’s been nothing substantial to back that claim up. But, it was a rumor that flared up fast and went around quickly.

But, shortly after those rumors started, we’ve got Louis tweeting:

Now, Louis is not afraid of the @ feature. That’s what struck me the most about this. This is an indirect, and I think that’s a key part to figuring out what went on behind the scenes.

I don’t think Louis wants to keep going with the narrative with the girls. I think that’s why the push back the night before. But, he went along with it. However, I think he wants to story to be told differently. I think this tweet is him trying to get the team behind him to listen. It’s an offer. It could have been buried. NB is enough of a coward to let this slide under the rug. There’s no mention of NB. He could have ignored it. I thought he would. But, he didn’t. And I think that’s because Louis offered this to his team - “this is your big story.” I think he didn’t @ Naughty Boy because he was also leaving the door open for Zayn to come in and reply. I think he left this up to the team. This way, you could have neither respond and let it go, you could have Naughty Boy respond, you could have Zayn respond, or you could have both respond. He left that up to them, but he gave them the story.

I think Sony realized the marketability of this. I think they gave Naughty Boy the free reign to say what he wanted, and Naughty Boy would of course go after Louis where it hurts. It’s also important to note that Zayn was late to the party. He didn’t respond to anything Naughty Boy said, he responded directly to Louis’ first tweet. So, I’m not sure if there was a lag getting Zayn on board or what, but I think they reached out to him. They could have used Naughty Boy to fuel the fire, and then use Zayn to really make this blow up.

Also, Louis didn’t use the “aaanyway” like he always does. I think this is because they were scrambling behind the scenes, since this was very, very last minute. I also think this is why none of the other boys got involved. If Louis ended up losing, I think he wanted to go down with what he caused. I think this was Louis trying to control his own narrative, and taking a risk to do so. A risk Sony could have ignored, or ran with, which they did. This also explains why the media is a mess. This was last minute. This was put together on the fly because Louis forced their hand. The anti-Louis articles from their trusted sources could be because they expected this to blow up in Louis’ face, but it didn’t. Now they’ve got to protect their investments in Zayn and Naughty Boy. Regardless, Louis made this story. He’s been through this before. He knows what works. Sony benefits from this. They’ve got 3 of their acts in the media right now. Any press is good press. Sony wins, and I think they gave the green light. But, I think Louis set this into motion on his own. I think he wants to take control of his own narrative, and this went over brilliantly for him. This got more attention than anything they’ve pulled. He succeeded with this one.

Of course, it could have been planned from the get-go. It could have been 100% real as well. There’s no real way of knowing. If it did go down this way, I give all the props to Louis. This was brilliantly done.

(Not) Home (not) alone (vol.2)

It had been two weeks since Skye and Michael had met in the deep dark cabin in the woods. Internet connection was working, so everything was fine. Sometimes they’d get calls by Fitz and Simmons, rarely by Mack or Bobbi, and they knew the others were fine.

Being roommates was going just well, since Skye was laying on the couch watching “Perfect lives of Imperfect Wives” on television as Michael was cooking lunch. “Look, look she’s gonna kill him, she will I am one hundred percent sure” Skye was telling Michael and the whole house. And even if Michael didn’t seem very interested she kept talking louder than the television. The only time she shut up was when the protagonists, husband and wife, were going in bed together.

She grunted as a videocall ringed in their ears, unwilling to go pick it up.

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a little faith

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Emma Swan/Killian Jones

Summary: Unable to sleep and unwilling to waste her time after the disastrous Camelot welcome ball, Emma visits Merlin’s tower to investigate on her own. When Killian finds her, the events of the evening- particularly involving a certain former thief- must be discussed. Just a quick scene that takes place somewhere between 5x02 and 5x03.

[read on Ao3]

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