cries and rocks in the corner

This is what heaven looks like.

Draw the squad meme done with the fabulous inefragueiro. Ine drew Michael and Freddie, and I drew Prince and David.

Lullabye

Request: hey so the domestic thing, how about shawn is handling the his newborn baby and nothing seems to work until he plays the guitar or sings for them?


Shawn woke up to the sound of whimpers, and he shot up and out of bed. He saw the crib in the corner of the room was empty, and he felt his heart speed up. He followed the cries until he came upon the nursery, seeing you sitting in the rocking chair, rocking your crying baby as you let out a few tears. “Please go to sleep, little angel. Mommy’s tired, so tired.” You whispered, sniffling.

The floor creaked and your head rose, lip quivering when you saw your husband. “She won’t stop crying.”

Shawn rushed over, taking the baby from your hands. “Have you tried feeding her?” He asked, and you nodded.

“She’s not hungry, I changed her diaper, and tried that dryer thing my mom mentioned. Nothing’s working.” You mumbled. “I’m a horrible mom.”

“No, you’re not.” Shawn replied, heart aching. “Can you go grab my guitar, please?” He asked, thumb rubbing across his baby’s arm.

You stood up and left the room, wiping your eyes as you left. Shawn looked out the window and sighed when he saw a few cars go zooming by, and looked down at his baby. She had unfortunately inherited her father’s lungs, and that meant she could cry hor hours on end without tire. “Here you go, hun.” You set the guitar along the wall, and Shawn thanked you, passing the baby back.

“Sit down, relax.” Shawn nodded towards the rocking chair, and you settled yourself down, and looked at the singer.

“What’re you gonna do?”

“Sing to her.” Shawn twisted one of the knobs on the neck of the guitar, and sniffled. He began strumming softly, to the tune of one of his old songs.

“Kid in love?” You asked, quirking your eyebrow up.

Shawn nodded as he began singing softly, smiling when the baby’s cries softened to only the occasional whipmer. His voice lulled not only the baby to sleep, but you, as well. He stopped singing when he was sure the baby was asleep, and carefully lifted her out of your arms, and settled her in the crib. He gently rubbed your shoulder, waking you up. “C’mon, babe, let’s go to bed.”

Taking his hand, you followed your husband into bed, and curled into his side, falling into a deep sleep for the rest of the night. At last, the two of you had found a solution to your baby’s incessant cries at night.


a/n: ha this is so short i am so sorry but like, yeah dad shawn is the best send me dad shawn requests omg

Everyone I know: “So, how has your first year of college gone?”

What happened: 

- I binge watched the entire Magic School Bus series twice

- I wrote 197 pages of fanfiction

- I got a tattoo

- I dropped my phone on some rocks and the screen cracked a little in the corner and I cried about it

- I got super into Star vs the Forces of Evil

- I watched The Dead Poet Society four times

- I made friends with a bird who I named Harold

- THE FUCKING GRAVITY FALLS “NOT WHAT HE SEEMS” EPISODE TORE MY HEART TO PIECES AND MADE ME SOB WHILE DRINKING ORANGE JUICE AT MIDNIGHT

- I helped some drunk guys out of a tree at 1 in the morning

- I danced in the road at 4 am one night while hanging up suicide prevention posters around campus

- Went to some museums and took dumb pictures of my friends

- I found a lot of geocaches

- I started hardcore shipping Ferbel (Ferb/Mabel)

- Also Corey/Liz from the Darkest Powers series (she’s DEAD though, it makes me so mad!)

- I got a job at the church on campus working with the children’s ministry director

- FREAKING GRAVITY FALLS MAN. I’M STILL NOT OVER IT. AHHHH.

What I say: “Fine, I had some pretty good classes.”

The process of reading:

Me: *settles in* *opens book* this will be amazing I’m so excited
Me: oh look, a sarcastic little shit *falls in love*
Me: my babies are having issues whyyyyyy
Me: OTP FOREVER PROTECT THEM AT ALL COSTS
Book: *throws drama, death and heartbreak*
Me: *rocking back and forth in a corner* this isn’t happening this isn’t happening
Me: *cries*
Me: *cries some more*
Me: I trusted you, book. Why you do dis
Me: *cries again*
Book: *throws plot twists in the last 30 pages*
Me: HOLY SHIT WAIT HOW DID THAT DUDE WHAT EVEN WAS THAT WAIT
Book: *ends in a cliffhanger*
Me: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo I neeed more
Me: well. I’m fucked
Me to a friend: you should really read this book it’s so good

Haikyuu!! Characters React To: Don't Hug Me I'm Scared. (First one)
  • Requested By: Anonymous.
  • -Note: This viral video tends to be rather graphic, there will be no depictions of said events in this post. But I warn you all, before searching this video up. Please, proceed with caution.
  • Karasuno:
  • Hinata: *Rocks back and forth in the corner* W-Why..
  • Kageyama: I NEED SOME MILK.
  • Sugawara: AND THIS KIDS, IS WHY WE DON'T DO DRUGS.
  • Daichi: I can't wait to just.. Get old and die, so I don't have to suffer through these media trends.
  • Asahi: I-I thought creativity was good..
  • Tanaka: THIS IS THE STUFF OF NIGHTMARES-
  • Nishinoya: *Sits unphased* *Slowly looks to the camera with wide eyes, and whispers* what the fuck.
  • Tsukishima: England, everyone. Ruining childhoods one step at a time.
  • Yamaguchi: *Curls into a ball and cries* B-But I like green!
  • -
  • Nekoma:
  • Kuroo: ..Why.
  • Kenma: Someone.. Get me a garbage can.
  • Lev: BUT- WHY- I- NO.
  • Yaku: THERE'S MORE ISN'T THERE? OF COURSE THERE IS!
  • Yamamoto: That started out so nice.. But I should've known, anything that gets created.. Over there, usually has some demonic twist.
  • Kuroo: I think demonic is an understatement.. It made Kenma want to throw up.
  • Yaku: How about Satan's asshole?
  • Yamamoto: Definitely warmer.
  • Yaku: ..I hate you.
  • Kuroo: SOMEONE HAS TO MAKE LIGHT OF THIS SITUATION!
  • -
  • Aobajousai:
  • Oikawa: Okay, I've seen some scary things-
  • Iwaizumi: You mean all those horror movies?
  • Hanamaki: And alien documentaries you make us watch?
  • Matsukawa: And all the big-foot conspiracies?
  • Oikawa: AS I WAS SAYING, I'VE SEEN SOME SCARY THINGS. AND THAT HAS TO BE UP THERE-
  • Hanamaki: Like dis dick-
  • Oikawa: I give up!
  • Matsukawa: What? You want the aliens to come and get you?
  • Iwaizumi: Please, aliens, come and get him.
  • Oikawa: I hate you all.
Supernatural Reality- Part 10 (FINAL PART!)

Inspired by impalalalalardis-1067.

Summary of Part 9- You decide to deal with Diana once and for all.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Word Count: 2400 ish

Warning: Some smut, some violence

A/N: Thank you guys SO MUCH for the love you’ve shown this series. I truly appreciate it! XOXO

“I got her,” Dean mumbled, stumbling out of bed and toward the crib in the corner of your room. You didn’t open your eyes, just listened as the baby’s loud cries instantly quieted to a soft whimper when Dean picked her up. You smiled when Dean began to hum “The Weight”. Your daughter was going to grow up thinking classic rock was the only music in existence.

The bed dipped as Dean settled back into his pillow. You did open your eyes then, and felt a warm tightness in your chest at Dean laying on his back, the baby sprawled across his chest, already falling back asleep. Dean’s eyes had drifted shut too, and you knew you had never seen anything more beautiful, more perfect, than the two of them together.

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Phan: Those Who Trust- Part 16

Wordcount: 1.6k
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: past non-con and abuse
Summary: Dan used to be a submissive and now he’s just a broken shell of a man.
Beta: legendarygalaxydragon
A/N: Here it is, the promised New Year’s Eve special. Finals week starts in less than a month, so if updates over the next weeks are scarce I apologize, but I’m probably rocking back and forth at 3 a.m. in a corner. Here’s to hoping that 2016 will be a good year for all of us. Hope you enjoy! :)

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As the clock struck midnight, cries of “Happy New Year“ and “Cheers“ filled the apartment as glasses full of champagne, beer, wine or other beverages of choice clinked against each other. The room was crowded with people, what had originally started as a small gathering of friends had played out into a party with strangers that neither Dan nor Phil had ever met before, but they brought more alcohol and snacks and a good mood, so neither of them had complained upon their arrival. Their apartment had never seen more people in it before than tonight, and no matter where Dan looked, now that it was midnight people were hugging, or sharing passionate kisses.

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Suddenly, you hear piano music

You hear the screams. You hear the cries. It’s getting louder, until it might as well be coming from right next to you. It’s them. ‘The emos are coming!’ you hear the people shout, and sure enough, they were. They came in wearing marching band outfits, tears causing their heavy eyeliner to drip down and around their eyes. There were shouts of confusion as you heard them scream jumbled lines of words. “McRJSNSBDfrerARdGEEWAYWHY CRY DIEATH NO”. 
Others were simply rocking in the corners, quietly whispering to themselves. “imnnot okayyyy”. What is going- oh. You check the date. Realization spreads across your face. March 22, the day the emos fell. The day My Chemical Romance broke up.

  • <b> You:</b> *looks off into the sunset with a few tears falling* Don't fall in love there's just to much to lose<p><b>Me:</b> *sobs in the corner clutching my computer to my chest while rocking back and forth* DoN't FAll In with lOvE wITh FiCtionAL ChaRaCTeRS. ThERe's just TO To to mUCH TO LOSE *cries hysterically into ice cream*<p>
Little Legs

In the corners of your eyes you feel them, in darkness with no end.

Light will never shine.
Cold will never stop.
Your bare feet, like two chunks of cold rock.

You walk blind on hard ground shivering. You know they are there.

Groping through their strains, long black knotty hair.

You feel their vacuum of presence, high pressure lobes.

Grey mushy wet flesh ripping off your toes

You feel them closing in, muffling your cries.

Rotten, razor, jagged nails picking skin off of your sides

Yell the air out of your lungs never take a breath tighten up your chest no sound deaf silence ringing in your ears.

you will always wait choking

You feel them behind you
Stroking, at your neck

Itchy centipede legs crawling up your back.