contagious yawning

You're asexual? But...

“but sex is what makes us human!”


in 1916 a French officer in his twenties writes his

doctoral dissertation under

heavy mortar fire.

he sends it by mail, a page

at a time, to his wife.

a week before he’s to step up to the podium and

defend his work rather than hiscountry

he is killed in action.

even as the bullets rip

through him he still wishes he could have become a professor

in French literature and

the university awards him a posthumous Ph.D.

sex is


a woman breaks down in tears on the phone because

a week is not enough time to

get over a breakup.

her sister drives an hour across town,

comes up the front steps with

a gallon of ice cream and somebeer

and together they eat moose tracks and marathon



Godzilla movie

ever made.


sex is

she’s late for work but her car isn’t

starting and even through her coat and hat she’s cold.

she knows she can’t be late again because she’s missed

one time too many already because her

father’s nurse was sick with the flu and someone

needed to help him bathe.

the clock ticks past fifteen after and she hits

the wheel like it’s a heavy bag as though that will help

steps on the gas like the car will go

and wonders how she will pay rent

and how she will feed her father.

sex is


it takes three people to hold the predator down because

even with the cover over his head

a bleeding eye and shattered wing

he is trying to hurt them.

none of them have seen this bird before in their lives but

they bandage his wing and head and give him a painkiller and

put him in a warm place to sleep and heal because

it is right.

at first he is paralyzed and cannot

fly but soon he is taking steps

and then fluttering, and then soaring, and

six months later he is whole and healed and hunting.

once he is gone they never see him again

which means they’ve done their jobs right.

sex is


in 1969 a girl watches grey-and-white footage on her parents’ tiny television and

can’t quite believe that what she is seeing is not a movie set but

another planet.

the men on the screen look a little like

aliens with bulbous heads and no faces and fat

marshmallow arms

but they are still men.

her mother puffs on a cigarette behind her and declares that

this is progress

even if it was just a small step.

the girl grows up to be not an astronaut but a secretary

and her boss calls her ‘sweetheart’.

but sex is


a boy is taught that real men don’t cry so

he doesn’t.

when his best friend dies from a self-inflicted

gunshot wound, he locks himself

in the shower every day and sobs under scalding

water until it runs cold

so nobody will see him grieving

so nobody will see that tears are just love that

has no place left to go.

he learns to dull love rather than suppress its expression and

soon the owner of the liquor store knows him by name.

three DUIs, two evictions, and twelve steps later,

he is feeding people at a homeless shelter,

and telling them it’s all right to cry.

Sex is


the broken man tells the comedian

that he didn’t mean to step in front of the car but the rain

made it hard to see.

he seems okay but his leg

does not.

the comedian clutches a grubby receipt with the driver’s

plate number scrawled on the back

in pink pen, stands out in the rain so the broken man

can have his umbrella,

and gives him the comedy routine that ruined his career

so the man doesn’t think about the pain in his leg.

once he’s out of the hospital, the fixed man sends him a thank-you card

with kittens on it.

what makes us human


yawning is contagious,

and there is a species of bird whose young we call “pufflings”.

melodic collections of sound, spaced by silence,

can move us to tears.

the tallest building in the world is

two-thousand seven-hundred and seventeen feet tall.

in less than eighty years we went from our first powered flight

to touching the moon,

and in one-hundred from the first phone call

to instantaneous connection between thinking machines of our own creation.

we make pies out of tree organs

and let cow’s milk ferment until it hardens and then

we put them together, because apple pie with cheddar cheese is delicious.

what makes us human is

the earliest fossils of anatomically modern humans are

two-hundred thousand years old .

we have had pet dogs

for sixteen-thousand of those years, longer

than corn

or the wheel.

the steps we take are part of

one of the most energy-efficient gaits the

animal kingdom has ever seen.

we invented the concepts of love

and hate

and justice, and mercy

and we invented the language to convey them.

we sharpened rocks, then metal, to convince other people

who don’t hold the same idea of those things as we do

because we think

it’s right.

we are two hundred millennia of love and disappointment and

sorrow and innovation and

mercy and kindness and dreams

and failure

and recovery.

but sex is what makes us human.

little things headcanons


  • this boy has the longest softest lashes you’ve ever touched
  • contagious yawns
  • holds your hand to warm his always-cold fingertips
  • hugs you with his arms around your middle no matter how tall or short you are
  • his widest smile pulls to one side more than the other
  • his hair smells like sunshine and Ulwaat Berries


  • unconsciously starts conversations with “uhh” to grab your attention before he actually starts saying the thing
  • holds your hand like a preschooler crossing the street, you find the playful swinging endearing
  • obsessively bites and licks the lip balm the moment it’s applied
  • will cry if you cry
  • always shares his fries with you
  • grins wide and bright whenever your eyes meet


  • his eyes warm up when you say his name
  • rubs his beard on you when it itches, laughs when you complain
  • licks food smears off your face without warning
  • the one who acts like a baby when a lash falls into his eye
  • saves small animals every chance he gets, even if you have to help him bandage up later
  • gives the best hand-picked flower bouquets


  • smells fresh and citrusy all day, how does he do it??
  • apologizes with actions and then words
  • openly admires all of you with a loving smile, even when you’re not wearing anything special
  • buys hygiene products and protection without hiding them between other unnecessary purchases
  • holds his glasses when he sneezes
  • always forgets his watch by the sink


  • hates wearing footwear inside the house
  • bites the straw when he drinks
  • gives very tight, needy, groany hugs
  • accidentally broke a coffee mug with his magitek arm and seemed surprised and impressed with himself for the rest of the day
  • ticklish in that spot between his shoulder blades and neck
  • the most floral smelling one

Originally posted by jengkook

Paring: Jungkook x reader
Genre: Fluff, online boyfriend!AU
Word Count: 3.2k

“God, I cannot wait to actually be able to interlock my hand with yours.”

Distance is only a test to see how far love can actually travel. But the distance gets tough when you not only live a whole country away, but your boyfriend is also an idol. Not forgetting to mention, you’ve never met him in person. 

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[Don’t Lose Heart]

Series: Boku no Hero Academia
Pairing: Todomomo. 
Setting: Canon.
Genre(s): Romance, hurt/comfort. 

A/N: so I just finished reading the BNHA manga in two days and I’m not used to character/ship names yet, but I really want to start writing in the fandom. So, consider this my way of dipping a toe in foreign waters before letting the waves pull me in.

Summary: When random allocation places Todoroki as her opponent, Momo begins to lose face. 

Momo’s heartbeat was deafening. A hush stole into the common room, leaving her alone with the quiet. A half-moon watched over her through the window, sending shadows skittering across the floor. Dust swirled and scattered in the cool air. Though silent with the absence of Momo’s classmates, the room had never seemed so obnoxiously loud. Hidden somewhere in the quiet, Aizawa’s voice was a faded ringing in her ears that pulsed in and out of her head.

Today, I’m going to assign each of you an opponent at random

The class had cheered – of course they had. This was an opportunity to display their special moves. An opportunity to advance and grow. To challenge their peers, their friends, and move forward together.  

Details of the match will be given on the grounds tomorrow morning. Since this is a demonstration of your technique and not an examination of your response time, you’ll have the opportunity to form strategies before class tomorrow. Use this time wisely. 

‘A strategy…against Todoroki.’ Momo let out a long breath she’d been holding in. ‘I wonder what kind of strategy he’ll use against me.’

Would someone like Todoroki even need a strategy? In terms of battle, he was strong enough to fend off her attacks. Momo’s grades were higher than Todoroki’s, but he was arguably more suited to practical battles than she was. Compared to Todoroki, Momo was…

‘You can’t sleep either?’

Momo started at the sound of footsteps padding across the floor behind her. Craning her neck to glance over the back of the couch, she spotted Todoroki approaching from behind. Flecks of hair stood out in a disarray, telltale signs of his attempt to sleep. It seemed strange to Momo that he’d have any trouble at all. 

At least he’d made it to bed, she thought. That was more than she’d managed to do.

‘Normally, whenever we participate in practical events, the class is thrown into it spontaneously. Our pairings are decided on the day and we’re forced to think on our feet.’ Momo’s gaze flicked away from Todoroki’s as he sat down beside her. ‘Now that I have time to think…it’s like my thoughts have abandoned me. I can’t create a strategy like this.’

‘A creator who can’t create,’ Todoroki mumbled. ‘Sounds tough.’

Momo laced her fingers together on her lap. ‘I told myself that I would keep pushing forward of my own volition,’ she said. ‘I don’t want to chase someone else’s back for the rest of my life. I want to look past them, into the distance, and reach for my own future. But, while trying to focus on strategy, I fall back into the same pattern again. Of comparing myself to the others. To…you.’

Todoroki’s lips threatened a smile that he seemed to suppress out of respect for Momo’s feelings. Instead, he leaned back on the couch and let out a quiet yawn. Contagious as it was, Momo was too frustrated to let it tempt her into slumber. 

‘So,’ she started, averting her gaze back to his, ‘what’s keeping you up so late?’

Todoroki seemed to consider before answering. ‘I’m looking forward to it.’

Momo could only stare at him.

‘To our battle,’ he explained.  

Momo’s heart gave a subtle flutter that only seemed to spread the nausea in her stomach. ‘You’re looking forward to it?’

‘Yeah,’ he said, shifting towards her. 

When their knees touched, Momo became suddenly aware of his presence, and of the way she’d poured her feelings out without ever stopping to see if he was interested. All at once she felt exposed and vulnerable – and just a tad embarrassed about what she’d blurted out. 

‘I’m not sure I’ll be much of an opponent for you,’ she confessed. ‘I’m not…’

Todoroki’s expression hardened. He leveled his gaze with hers, luring her deep into eyes that burned like ice on flesh. ‘Tomorrow, I won’t be holding back. That’s what I came to tell you.’

A chill danced up Momo’s spine. ‘I…’

‘If you’re not here to give it your all, then leave.’

When he stood, Momo latched onto his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. ‘I’ll make you use both sides,’ she challenged, letting her eyes flicker between his shoulders. ‘I’m going to give it my all. So much so that you’re forced to wield ice and fire if you want to beat me. That’s what a hero should do!’

Todoroki’s lips curved up into a smile. He turned to face her, placing a hand over the one she’d used to grab his wrist. Momo’s heart felt as though it might burst with the new lease of courage that kindled inside her. She’d been foolish to question things. It didn’t matter who her opponent was – they were all training to be heroes. They all needed to do their best for the sake of the lives they wanted to save. 

‘You’re not the only one who’s nervous,’ he told her. ‘One day, we won’t be surrounded by school walls anymore. We’ll be the ones tasked with saving people. As long as you give it your all tomorrow, you can face defeat knowing you tried your best. Losing now means you can correct your mistakes. One day, it’ll be the difference between life and death. It’s better to worry now than in the future, when people need you to win.’ Todoroki gave a reassuring nod. ‘Don’t question your abilities or your quirk. They’re part of you and will grow as you do. Heroes can’t afford to lose heart.’

Somehow, Todoroki seemed even cooler than before. Momo’s heart felt suddenly lighter, as though a weight had been lifted off her chest. Todoroki had come so far since they’d become classmates. Everyone was doing their best to mature and grow. She should do her best, too. 

Withdrawing her hand, Momo found herself unable to stop smiling. ‘My goal tomorrow is victory,’ she said. ‘Nothing less.’

Todoroki turned back towards the stairs. ‘Then you’d better get some sleep. I won’t forgive you if you tire in the middle of battle.’

Momo stared at his back as he left. The way he walked exuded confidence, but there was a hint of gentleness carried in the sound of his quiet footsteps. Why was it that a simple word from Todoroki made all the difference in the world? 

And had his shoulders…always been so broad? 

Decoded (Stiles Romance Sequel) ~Chapter 2~

Originally posted by teenwolfieedits

           “Stiles could you make the drive a little bit faster,” I muttered from the very back of his Jeep, the trunk area more specifically. “This space is not meant for people with heels on!”

           “No one asked you to wear heels,” he said from the front. I huffed and sat myself down further, squeezing myself so that I could at least fit while the three girls held onto an unconscious Derek.

           “We’re almost there,” Scott added for Stiles. “We’ll drop off Kira first and then Malia. Do you want us to drop you off too?”

           “I just want you to let me out,” I sighed. “But I’ll stay, just in case.”

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anonymous asked:

This is probably ooc but can you make a fic where mikasa is stressed and tired of fighting and seeing her comrades get hurt and eren trying to comfort her pleaaaseeeeee


Pairing: Eren/Mikasa || Rating: K  || Words: 1,748 || [AO3]

Warnings: none

A/N:  I’m very sorry this took so long. When I got this ask I was dealing with a lot, but I’m doing better now. This takes place in an Alternate Universe (in canon of course). Thank you!! I hope you like it (: 

“Don’t say that, Mikasa.”

She swallows the last of her medication, each tablet sliding harshly down her throat. It’s awfully bitter, forcing her to cough around the taste. Eren pulls the cup away from her fingers gently, a deep breath pushing past his lips.

“What happened isn’t your fault.”

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A Super Help (Fem!Reader)

@jackie-sugarskull This prompt moved me so much. I don’t think my heart can take this any longer. The Captain interacting with children is my absolute favorite thing ever.

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There! That should be the last of them!”

The Captain clapped his hands together, brushing off the dirt. Your ten year old daughter and her little brother watched in awe as the superhero helped load the last cage onto the animal control van

“Who knew gophers could grow that BIG!!!” Your daughter threw her arms up in wild emphasis, while your five year old son began to play pretend, growling as if he too were a rabid gopher.

“Thank you so much, Captain! You really saved the day!” You eagerly threw your arms around the trouser-less wonder.

Haha! It was no trouble at all, Ms. Y/n!!!” The Captain beamed, tightly wrapping his arms around you in return. “Trapping them was easy once we found out they were magnetic mutant gophers! Just open the hatch to the metal cage and they zip right in!”

The gophers snarled and rattled in the van, stuck to the sides of their metal cages. The Captain released you, and your two children came running to cling to your legs.

The Animal Control workers slammed the van shut, and soon they were driving off, taking the reactive rodents far, far away from you and your children.

Captain Underpants let out a proud exhale, placing his fists on his hips.

“Well, it was a pleasure seeing you all again.” He said tenderly, playfully tousling your son’s hair.

“Huh? No, don’t go yet!” He reached up to grasp at the Captain’s cape.

“Yeah!” Your daughter piped. “Can’t you stay just a little longer, Captain Underpants?”

He could swear his heart was ready to shatter to pieces. He bent down to their height and placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

“I really wish I could but I’ve done my duty, young ones. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” He brought your children in for a warm embrace.

You couldn’t bear to see your son and daughter in such disarray. It isn’t every day their favorite superhero comes for a visit. Actually this was only the third time they had ever seen him in person. Apparently he had saved their school on more than one occasion.

One of those occasions being in the middle of your class when the school was being overtook by an invasion of stink-spewing skunk cabbage creatures thanks to the work of a new garden-themed villain.Three of the creatures had you entangled in their vines, forcing you to inhale their toxic fumes.

That is, until Captain Underpants swooped in, tearing you from their creeping foliage and whisking you, along with the rest of the school to safety.

The other time was when a dastardly fiend attempted to swarm the school with hundreds of tiny android insects, which you had to admit was pretty cool at first. They were actually pretty cute, and the kids loved playing with them, especially your two.

But when you saw that vile man attempt to attack your son when he accidentally crushed one under his sneaker, that’s when you drew the line. Your daughter tried to step between, arms outstretched to defend her little brother, but to you horror she had taken a swift kick to the side, knocking her clean to the floor.

But before you could react, that brief-clad hero quickly intervened, scooping up your daughter and son in one arm, then delivering the evildoer a swift uppercut to the jaw.

You gazed in awe at the strange bald hero as he clobbered the villain to the ground, then gently lowered your children into your arms.

“Take care of them. I’ll have an ambulance on the way for your daughter, Miss Y/n.” He said to you before returning to finish off the creepy-crawly creep.

You held your children close. “Th-Thank you, Captain… Wait! How did you know my-….”

But it was too late. He and the villain were gone, and the mechanical bugs were all scurrying out of the building. And in an almost second, an ambulance siren wailed around the corner of the elementary school for your daughter and whomever else was in need of assistance.

So you did technically owe him three times for his valiant efforts.

You tapped at your chin.

“You know, I was planning on baking a pie tonight.” You grinned amusingly.

It was almost as if you had revealed the Holy Grail.

PIE?!” Your children exclaimed with stars in their eyes.

You nodded contently. “Mm-hm. It would be a shame if you couldn’t join us for a slice.” You flashed a playful wink at the Captain.

“Oh…? Well, I do believe it would be rather rude of me not to partake, now wouldn’t it?”

The Captain passed the wink to the kids who in turn, clung to the hero in delight.

You couldn’t help but laugh as the waistband wonder soared into the sky, twirling your two children in his arms.

“Alright, you three!!!” You shouted up to the sky. “Come on inside and I’ll start making the crust!”

“I wanna put the filling in!!!” Your daughter exclaimed.

“I just wanna lick the spoon after!” Your son giggled.

“Alrighty then! To… YOUR KITCHEN!!!

And with that being said, the Captain swooped down with your children, racing into the house while you happily sauntered behind.


“Mmf-… Thiff if a luffly place you haff here, Miff Y/n!” The Captain attempted to speak through a mouthful of your favorite pie.

“Thank you, Captain. It’s an old place, but I think we spruced it up rather nicely, the three of us.” You replied, sitting down on your sofa next to him with your own plate.

“Captain Underpants, look!!! I like superheros too!!!” You smiled as your son came running into the living room with an armful of crayon drawings, haphazardly spreading them on the floor in a personal gallery for the Captain to view.

The Captain’s eyes lit up. He swallowed and leaned forward to get a closer look.

“Wow, son! Those are amazing! Is this you?” He picked up a drawing of a boy in a bright green cape flying and saving a cat from a burning building.

Your son pumped his arms excitedly. “Yeah!!! When I grow up, I wanna be a superhero just like you, Captain!!!”

Meanwhile your daughter sat in the back corner in the recliner, scribbling away in her writing notebook.

“I’m sorry bro, but you’re gonna need superpowers for that to happen.” She scoffed.

“Superpowers?! HA!!!“ The Captain set down his plate on the coffee table. “They do help quite a bit, but you don’t need superpowers to be a hero! Why when I first became Captain Underpants, I didn’t even have powers!”

REALLY?!” Your son put his hands on the Captain’s knee, his mouth open in shock.

“Mm-hm! But I knew deep down in my heart I wanted to do something good for the world.” He reached under your son’s arms and plopped him down on his knee. “If you really want to be a superhero, you need to ask yourself one thing and one thing only: …. Do you want to do something good for the world?”

YEAH!!!” Proclaimed your son, pumping his fists in the air once more.

“Then, my boy, you CAN be a hero!!!!” The Captain lifted your little boy in his arms, holding him high above his head.

It was a beautiful sight, seeing your son so overjoyed. You knew he was going to remember this moment for a lifetime. Even your daughter was enthralled in the excitement. It almost felt like the moment could last forever.

“Well, I am sorry to say this, but I think I need to be heading home.” The Captain glanced out the window, noticing the sun was just about to set for the day.

“Aw, really?!?!” Your children moaned as he lowered your son back to the floor.

“It is getting rather late. You two need to be getting ready for bed!” You felt like a sword was being driven through your chest watching the happiness drain from your children’s faces, but you knew it had to happen eventually.

“Can you come back tomorrow, Captain?” Your son asked, tugging slightly at his cape. You reached down and scooped him up in your arms.

“Honey, Captain Underpants has to keep an eye out and protect the city. That’s his job! He’s got to make sure no weird robot gophers come back to take over Piqua!” You bounced him in your arms, making him giggle. You turned back to the Captain.

“But please, don’t be a stranger, will you?” You smiled graciously.

“Only if there’s more of that delicious pie!” He winked, then turned to your daughter who was back in her chair, still writing away.

“You’ve been rather quiet back there, Little Lady. What are you working on?” He asked.

Your daughter quickly folded her notebook shut and pointed to the cover.

“I’ve been writing about all the times you saved us! I never want to forget them!!!” She beamed proudly.

The Captain chuckled and ruffled her hair. “Be sure to keep those safe and sound. And who knows? Maybe someday you’ll become Piqua’s next ace reporter!”

A wide, toothy smile spread across your daughter’s face. And with a leap off her chair and a tight hug goodbye to the Captain, she bolted up the stairs to her bedroom.

“Thank you, Captain Underpants!!! I won’t let you down!!!” She yelled as she darted into her room.

You and the Captain shared a laugh as you lead him towards the door.

“Will you be safe heading home, Captain? Er-… I mean I know you’re a superhero, but it is getting dark and I-…. Ugh, I’m a mother, what do you expect?” You shook your head, wanting to kicking yourself.

“Not a problem, Miss Y/n! I appreciate the concern!” The Captain wrapped his arms around you and your son one last time. “Thank you for such a wonderful time!”

You nodded. “Yes, please do come again! I’m sure the kids would love seeing their favorite superhero again someday.” You gave a small kiss to the side of your son’s head.

The Captain saluted and clicked his heels. “You have my word!!! And now I must bid thee, farewell and goodnight!!!”

And with a bend of his knees, the Captain soared high in air. A triumphant “Tra-la-laa!!!” echoed through the evening sky as he zoomed off into the night.

Your son let out a long, heavy yawn, which contagiously made you yawn in return.

“Let’s get you up to bed, then, shall we?” You cooed, taking him back inside.

The sleepy boy rubbed his eyes. “Mommy, do you really think I can be a superhero like Captain Underpants?”

You smiled, bringing him close in your arms.

“Yes. Yes, I do, sweetheart.”

warm zodiac aesthetics

aries: having the strength to walk past bookstore because you need gas money to get home. waking up to unexpected happy texts. cobble stone streets. people watching.

taurus: contagious yawn chains with your friends and laughing about it. hole in the wall cafes. brushing by the same sink with your friends. getting drunk on cheap red wine.

gemini: knowing you can’t afford it but still walking into bookstores to take in the smell even when it’s just a minute. poetry without a rhyming scheme. snow-covered hills. bakery stops on road trips.

cancer: reading a really good book and being unable to start any other book after that. putting your head out from the window of a fast moving car. getting to meet the band after a concert. handwritten notes.

leo: walking on the streets and smelling something that reminds you of your childhood but never finding out what. not realizing you fell asleep and waking up with a blanket. bonfires by the beach. holding hands.

virgo: being greeted with the smell of cinnamon and coffee, the first thing in the morning. finding more than one rainbow in the sky. drunk tattoos that turn out good. green traffic lights.

libra:  driving slowly with your family on your way back from a trip because you don’t want it to be over. being hugged after you’ve had a long day. friendship bracelets. spotting constellations.

scorpio: that unexpected warm day in the middle of winters that you spend outside doing nothing. waking up from a nightmare and realizing it’s not real. bumping into childhood friends. easy exam papers. 

sagittarius: lights in a cinema going dim and grinning at your friend because you’ve waited for this movie for a long time. sneaking in and not getting caught. watching city lights from a height. pocket size journals.

capricorn: finding money, even a small amount, in places you kept and forgot. collecting books for your future library. being drunk and sleepy but staying up till dawn. breakfast for dinner. 

aquarius: that one t-shirt you’ve had for 7 years, the one with holes but you still wear. being loved in a way that you understand. quotes written in bathroom stalls. mint plants.

pisces: being called an idiot (followed by a smile) because you know you’ve made it. meeting a stranger and hoping that they stay in your life. dark streets only lit by moonlight. singing in cars.

A Lesson in Self-Care

Fandom: Gravity Falls
Characters: Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines
Words: 2242

Written for sparkstheyesterday, who donated to the Fluffstravaganza for charity, with a prompt for Ford hurt/comfort related to the nutrient pills.

Given the topic, I feel that I should probably issue a slight content warning for disordered eating

The cool of night had settled in with fading, and then dim light, leaving the two older men sitting on the porch only in the low-visibility glow of the porch lights. They cast a lazy, almost sleepy feeling across the scene. Perhaps it permeated his subconscious, or perhaps it was something else, but either way Ford let out a yawn.

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