crush my dreams why don't you

Reason #563

Why I will poison my husband: him laughing until near tears because the speedometer on my Honda Fit goes up to 140MPH.

Listen you dick, if that round little egg wants to dream big who the fuck are you to crush its dreams? Just because it can’t handle gentle breezes at highway speeds doesn’t mean that it couldn’t reach 140mph in theory… right before blowing right off the road and killing everybody inside. He didn’t have to laugh so hard. Someone’s getting an extra dose tonight.

anonymous asked:

Aaaahhhh I had a really realistic dream about meeting Jared, Jensen, Misha, and Mark and taking pictures with them and all that and talking and it felt so real until I woke up. I'm disappointed in my mind for making me suffer like this. (You're my favorite blog on tumblr, keep at it, b/c you're AWESOME!!!)

Thank you!! And I had a dream like that too. I waited in line to get autos from J2M but I had to get a book or something for random person #3 in line. I exited the line for like 2 minutes and I came back and they were gone with a bunch of other people signing but I didn’t want their autographs. I mainly remember wanting one from Jared because I really idolize him and he’s such an amazing person. I was crushed in my dream and even remembering it makes me sad :’)

loyal-mm-deactivated20170923  asked:

“I understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.” with Mr. Parker pls?? I love your writing by the way 😊😊

“Is this…wrong?”

“Morally, maybe.”

“Jesus Christ, I knew Parker was a nerd, but this is just too weird.”

The back of the Midtown’s library was basically abandoned, minus the three of you, and Peter’s mumbling, slumbering figure. The teen was slumped against a desk, various textbooks and papers strewn about as he shifted, making you jump. Words tumbled out of his mouth, just as they had been for the past ten minutes as you, Ned, and Flash took a seat opposite from him.

Flash grinned, his feet propped up on the very table Peter was sleeping on. He looked as though he was having the time of his life, watching Peter make a fool of himself as he muttered words like “save” and “princess” while he tossed and turned.

“Aw,” he taunted, chewing on his gum with a wide, mocking smile. “Parker’s playin hero!”

“Knock it off, Flash,” you warned elbowing him in the side. He hardly moved, and you resisted the urge to rub your elbow. You’d probably hurt yourself more than you’d hurt Flash.

On your right, you could hear Peter’s best friend say something under his breath, but you didn’t push for him to repeat himself. Ned had a knack for saying some very rude (but hilarious) things under his breath, and you knew that if Flash wasn’t in such a good mood, he might rough up Ned for saying such things. You left it as it was, knowing it was probably for the best.

To your left, Flash was giggling. You sighed, turning to see him taking a snapchat of Peter, zooming in on his parted lips, waiting for more words to come out. You felt anger burn up in your chest, seeing him ridicule your friend like that.

“I said knock it off!” you raised your voice, knocking Flash’s phone face down onto the desk. He was so shocked that his legs came crashing onto the table, making him yelp.

“YN, what the-!”

“Y/N.”

Your eyes cut to Peter’s curled form, his brows troubled as he lifted his head. You sucked in a breath, waiting for his next move, but he simply laid his head in a different direction before saying, “Get away from her.”

None of you made a sound. With wide eyes and heated cheeks, you looked back and forth between the two boys, who were just as stunned as you were. Unfortunately, Peter wasn’t done. “I’ve got you, Y/N.”

“Oh. My. God.” Ned’s face is in his hands, clearly overcome with second hand embarrassment. You can’t even find it in you to have an opinion about this, not quite sure what you’re doing in Peter’s dreams anyways. You lean over his brunette head to see if he really is asleep, your face quite close to his.

All off a sudden he’s groaning (“Shit, is he moaning?” “Flash, shut the hell up!”) and his lids flutter open, fists unclenching and relaxing before he picks his head up and sees your eyes, large and guilty as he gains his bearings.

“wha-?” he blinks back the bleariness, seeing the full picture of you, Flash and Ned with apologetic smiles.

“Hey, Peter,” you start nervously, giving him a little wave. He suddenly jolts, aware that the three of you are staring at him as though something has happened. He starts to say something, but Flash beat him to the punch.

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?” he’s almost happy when he says it, his lips curved in a smirk. Before Peter had time to answer, you cut in.

“We were checking to see if you were okay, because you skipped lunch and fourth period and found you here, but you were asleep and then you started talking and-“

“And then you mentioned Y/N in your dream.” Flash finished, his grin still prominent. “I think you called her a princess.” Ned looks through his fingers, watching as Peter’s face goes pink.

“I, uh,” he stumbles, scratching the back of his neck in shame. “It wasn’t anything bad, I swear, I just uh, sometimes I,”

“Peter,” you start softly, looking him in the eyes even though his gaze is averted. “I understand the whole sleep talking thing, but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.”

“H-how did you guess that?” his voice is so quiet that you’re straining to hear him. His head is hung and there’s an overall quality to the moment that strikes you as inappropriate. You heart hammers in your chest as he wets his lips, obviously resigned to tell you something. He starts to take a deep breath, but soon there’s a piercing bell that makes you four bristle.

“Ah, shit. That’s math. C’mon Y/N, we’re going to be late.” Flash is swinging his bag on his shoulder, all his interest lost now that he can’t humiliate Peter. You heave a sigh, knowing that what lay ahead in your pre-calc class with the jock wasn’t going to be fun.

Now at each other’s sides, Ned is helping a still sleepy Peter collect and organize his things. The two are mumbling about something, and for a moment Peter’s eyes are wondering over to you, the two of you locking onto one another for a brief second. And then he’s looking back down again, a blush across his cheeks.

You want to ask him more; what the dream was about, why he can’t seem to look you in the eyes, and most importantly, “Are you okay?” But your fast beating heart is jeopardizing you, stalling your cognition and turning your words into mush.

“I’ll uh catch you guys later,” you say awkwardly, not even waiting for a reply back. You hurriedly catch up with Flash, shaking away the thought of being a princess in Peter’s dreams. (But you can’t shake the dumb grin that comes with it.)

A summary of the Break Up Arc.
  • Mamoru: I don't love you anymore.* one way ticket to the angst train*
  • Usagi: WHY HE DOESN'T LOVE ME ANYMORE?? I'll win him back!! I'll be stronger for him. *plots for 16 episodes like Scarlet O'hara*
  • Chibiusa: It's your fault you got dumped. He's my Mamo-Chan!*Says it as many times as she says she wants to go home.*
  • Senshi: Well he got his reasons. We got more pressing issues to do.
  • Luna: Stop crying over him and worry about Chibiusa.Where did she come from? Who are her parents? Why do they want her?
  • Mamoru: I'm going to ride with this girl on my bike and make Usako hate me. That should work. I'm also going to crush up a rose in her face after I saved her and then ride off into the night while crying.
  • Usagi: MAMO-CHAN!!!!
  • Senshi: He still got his reasons.
  • Usagi: *sees the dream* That's why he's acting like that. I wanna be with you. I don't care if I die.
  • Mamoru: We still can't be together. Oh fuck it! Usako forgive me?
  • Senshi: Well It looks like everything worked out between you two! We are the bestest friends you can ever have! Go get him!
  • Usagi: MAMO-CHAN!
  • Mamoru: Usako! *kisses and the end of the arc*
  • King Endymion: Well that worked!
On My Way To Crush Your Dreams
  • me: *walks up to girl at school with a picture of a member of 5sos wearing a Nirvana shirt in the front sleeve thing of her binder*
  • me: hey, do you know who Kurt Cobain is?
  • girl: um, no. why?
  • me: *points to binder*
  • me: oh. he was just the lead singer of the band that's on his shirt.
  • girl: oh...
  • me: and that's why girls like me will marry the members of five seconds of summer and not crazy fangirls like you.
  • girl: but i bet you don't even...
  • me: calum hood, michael clifford, ashton irwin, and luke hemmings.
  • girl: but...
  • me: i'm a fan, just not a crazy one. i fangirl over the bands they fanboy over.
  • girl: *slowly dies inside*
  • me: *laughs evilly*
  • me: *snaps*
  • *5sos appears out of nowhere, we link arms and walk away*
  • girl: *explodes from jealousy*

anonymous asked:

The girl of my dreams and my best friend just started dating. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I never told anyone about my crush and I'm hurt and feel alone but I want them to happy and I don't know anymore, do you have any advice?

why are you telling me your story?  I never asked for this.  I don’t advertise myself as an advice blog.  I haven’t even given anyone advice in over a year. I don’t know who you are and you barely know who I am.  don’t you realize that I’m a person too–that I have feelings like these that I want answers to but am unable to receive because I don’t feel like bothering other people? why am I a target for your unsolicited and unprovoked feelings? do you disqualify me so much as a person that you think I am capable of dropping everything and dealing with your problem when everyone else including myself have problems of our own?  I’m a human, my birthday is in june, I like pasta, I like maps, and I have five girlfriends

  • People who don't watch BB: I don't really like it. Idk, it's just boring imo.
  • People who watch BB: LET ME GIVE YOU A DETAILED, FIFTY POINT LIST ABOUT WHY NO ONE IN THIS WORLD, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, SHOULD EVER WATCH THIS SHOW. IT IS THE LITERAL WORST, YOU WILL HATE YOURSELF ALL SUMMER LONG AS YOU WATCH PRODUCTION RIG THE GAME AND CRUSH ALL YOUR DREAMS, ONLY TO BE SUCKED IN SUMMER AFTER SUMMER AFTER DREADED SUMMER IN HOPES THAT THE NEW SEASON WILL BE BETTER, BUT IT NEVER IS. -sobbing- IT. NEVER. IS... RUN. SAVE YOURSELF. IT'S TOO LATE FOR ME. LOOK AT MY SOULLESS, LIFELESS FACE - DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU.