Change your clothes. Even if you’re already wearing something comfortable, change into something else that’s still casual and comfy.
Eat your favorite food. A bowl of rice, ice cream, pasta, make a sandwich, anything that makes you happy.
Eat some fruit. A banana, apple, peach, pear, some berries, fruit is always a good option.
Eat some protein. Cheese, meat, eggs, rice and beans, ect. Something to give you energy.
Drink lots of water. Fill up a water bottle and keep it with you, but remember to actually drink it.
Find as many pillows and blankets as you can around the house and pile them on your bed. THE MESSIER, THE BETTER!
Bring your acquired snacks into your room. Even if you don’t make a habit of eating in your room, make an exception this time.
Bring a couple of your favorite stuffed animals to share your nest with.
If you have cats, invite them as well.
Watch an episode or two of your favorite show GUILT FREE. Nothing sad! Watch something that will make you smile and laugh a lot. And ENJOY IT. Give yourself this time to decompress without stressing over a million other things. I know it can be hard, but YOU CAN DO IT
Hang a sign outside your door, letting family members/roommates know that you are currently unavailable. Be polite, courteous, and take their needs into consideration if they need something from you, but it’s okay to have a little chunk of time all to yourself when you’re having a tough day. We’ve all been there.
Turn off your phone. Just for a little while so you can completely relax. Stay off social media too - you don’t need any drama right now.
Once you’ve finished your show and eaten a healthy amount of food, do something productive. Even if it’s just one or two little chores - sweep, do the dishes, tidy up your room, dust, reorganize the bookshelf, whatever. Do something that will make you feel like you’ve accomplished something. Even if it’s little, be proud of yourself for each task!
Listen to music while you’re working. iPod, record player, radio, etc. Make it something up beat with a nice and lively tempo.
Dance and sing. I don’t care if you dance like a fish out of water and sing like a dog whose tail was stepped on, you are a beautiful contribution to this world so don’t be afraid to shine!
Alternate in doing tasks throughout the day with doing things you enjoy. Paperwork and then a walk (fresh air always helps!), mop the floors than read that book you’ve been wanting to explore.
Talk to a friend if you need to. If you don’t think you have anyone to talk to, let me be the first to tell you, YOU DO! There are thousands of kindhearted people on here who would love to get to know you and want to help you and hear about your day if you are feeling under the weather.
Remember that this is today. Every tomorrow is another chance. Everyone has rough days, and sometimes we get a whole long string of them, but life is so much more than just the bad days. Go to bed knowing that tomorrow is a new start.
If you saw this you’ve been cursed by the Dapper Man himself. You have to pay him or he’ll take your soul, and throw it right into Villainous trashcan fandom, where you’ll never enjoy fresh air or rl friends.
Title: No One’s Roasted Like Gaston. Pairing: Implied!- Gaston x Reader. Rating: T. Words: 2,231. Summary: Gaston thought he was undeniable to women and even some men. Has he finally found his match?
There was nothing particularly notable about the early mornings, at least, not anymore. The sky above was it usual mixture of pinks, purples and some lighter hues of blue as the sun rose and lit up the clouds, giving them a rather unique looking glow. There was a small wind, but not chilling, and brought in the lingering scent of meadows and trees. You got used to those aspects and they slowly became the norm. You began to not notice them at all, and remarked them as being every day life. If one wanted to really shake things up in a morning routine, they would count the cobblestones that made up each walkway in the village. But, that’s the thing. No one ever wanted to shake things up. They wanted things to stay the same for that is the way they had been living for as long as anyone could remember. With change came the unprecedented fear that something terrible would happen as a result.
It was the hustle and bustle of such a small village did leave one breathless and forgetful on occasion if you didn’t pay attention to where you were going and why you were going there in the first place. If one was aimlessly walking in the morning time while the sun peaked into the valley, one might be trampled by those selling goods and merchandise. Some too expensive, and some not expensive enough and left you wondering whether you had been scammed or if you had gotten a good deal.
Aimless and mindless were surely your vibe this beautiful morning. You had nowhere to be, nothing to do or see and so you actually took your time to walk through the village during one of the busiest times of day. There was a variant of smells, some of which you happened to thoroughly enjoy. Fresh bread, springtime air, a small caddy on the corner before the village square that was selling freshly picked roses. Contrary to the flowers smelling divine, the actual vibrancy of the colors caught your attention and dwindled you to stay and admire them for longer than you had intended . Vivid reds, pastel pinks, yellow whites. It looked as if these flowers belonged immortalized in a painting for the entire world to enjoy.
Smiling at the vendor who was a few feet to your right, you plucked a light, dusty pink rose out of one of the buckets full of water. It dripped down your fingers onto your wrist causing a small shudder to shoot down your arm. Miraculously, it looked as if a skilled painter had dipped their brush in the sky during dusk, mustered up enough color to splotch onto the petals of the flower. Some parts were darker than others, but all around, it was a very delicate and soft appearing flower.
“Beautiful.” You could hear someone behind you say. And without the need to turn around and see the speaker, you were already well aware of who it was. Probably looking at himself in the reflection of a window again, you snickered quietly. It was as if you could see the bright red uniform from your peripheral vision and it was already giving you a headache. Setting the flower back into the metallic bucket, you gave the vendor one more glance over and polite smile before drawing your attention to your left, with the unsuccessful hope of getting out of there without Gaston being connected at your hip.
Gorgeous sunny Sunday! I tried to convince myself to not go for a walk/run but I knew it would be good for me. My legs felt really tired but I just tried to keep pushing through. Hope you all are having a great day! ☀️
Jack knew something wasn’t right when he woke up. The covers were too
hot on him and his head was pounding like he’d been drinking too much
the night before. He shifted, trying to get his bearings, but at some
point during the night, he must have pulled the covers over his head. He
struggled free, enjoying the fresh air, before noticing a pair of paws on the bed. When he moved
his arms, the paws moved too. What followed next was a confusing jumble
of panic and incoherent screaming that came out as yowls.
must have passed out again, because when he came to, he was still
disoriented and nauseous. He confirmed that, no, it had not been a bad
dream. Somehow, he’d grown four legs and a tail overnight.
After the initial panic, he jumped on his bedside table where his phone was,
but he was uncoordinated, and ended up knocking the phone to the ground.
He batted at it on the floor, but found that the battery had drained
itself overnight when he’d forgotten to charge it.
Cursing and swearing to
himself, he wandered his apartment on shaky legs.
Thankfully, he hadn’t quite turned off the tap in the bathroom and the
dripping of the faucet helped to parch his thirst as he tried to think
of what try next. He needed to get help soon. Otherwise, he was going to
end up starving to death in his own apartment.
In the living
room, Jack found a window that he’d left open because it had been too
hot last night. He squeezed out onto the fire escape and tried not to
look down. It was strange in this body. Jack never had an issue with
heights before, but now, a glance downward to the street had his head
spinning with vertigo.
Left with no choice, Jack began to climb upward with the dim hope that someone had also left a window open.
didn’t get too far before the enticing smell of spices and baked dough
reminded him how hungry he was. He followed the smell until he staring
into a kitchen where someone was bent over, pulling pies from an oven.
Jack called out for the guy’s attention, and when he finally glanced in
Jack’s direction, he scrambled to open the window.
kitty. What are you doing so high up?” he asked. Jack stiffened when the
guy picked him up, but he let himself get rescued from the precarious
ledge. “Where did you come from?”
Help me! I’m not really a cat! Jack tried to say, but as expected, it came out in a series of pitched meows.
okay. You hungry?” He set Jack on the floor to rummage around in his
fridge. He set out a plate of leftover meatballs which Jack, losing his
composure, attacked immediately.
“I’ll take care of you.
Don’t worry, little–uh– guy?” He attempted to lift Jack’s tail to
check, but Jack had hissed and swiped his claws. “Okay, never mind.
We’re not going there,” he said backing off. Satisfied, Jack continued
to eat, though with a suspicious eye on the guy who’d now dropped onto
his stomach to watch Jack with a bright smile.
Summary: Trying to entertain a four year old can be hard at times when nothing seems to be right. But when Calum comes home and saves the day by drawing butterflies on his daughter just like real tattoos it seems to save the whole day
Prompt: “Oh sorry I got so excited I didn’t think to read the tags.. I’m a ditz sometimes. Number 7 or 11 with Lafayette x reader then. Sorry! (11. I found you bloody and bruised in a strange alleyway, so far from home.)” (P.S. you’re not a ditz my friend)
A/N: so I was given a sentence for a drabble and this happened, haha. I wasn’t too sure how I felt about it but @secretschuylersister convinced me to post this so enjoy!
You stepped out the back of the club for some fresh air. Being a bartender was hell when it was a Friday night and everyone in the city wanted to come to the “hottest club in the tri-state area”. You install a few blacklights and suddenly everyone is amazed that their white shirt glows in the dark. You rolled your eyes, pushing the loud, drunk customers to the back of your mind as you stretched. You froze when you heard a groan to your left. However, when you turned your head, nobody was there. You shrugged it off, leaning on the brick wall behind you when another groan came from the same direction.
“Help…me…” a voice croaked out.
You walked down the alley, pausing when you found a man laying in the middle of a pile of full trash bags.
“Oh my god! Are you okay?” You asked before you could think about it.
Of course he isn’t okay, in the dim lighting of the alley you could see blood, a lot of it, staining the white shirt the man wore. His body language screamed fatigue and his voice was shaky and weak.
You took a deep breath, inhaling some fresh air
before you took your first step onto the parking lot of your new school.
Students were covering almost the whole area and you found it surprising that
so many students went to an expensive prep school instead of the local high
Beacon Hills were known for their hoard of
supernatural creatures and you thought that maybe attending to Devenford prep
could make some distance and keep yourself out of trouble, since you were
supernatural as well.
You step in to the office to get your schedule and to your discontent, the first lesson of the day were canceled. It
wasn’t a big school and you decided to go to the field after buying a soda at
the cafeteria, you often spent free period studying on the bleachers at your
Adrenaline. Pain. Fear. It’s all you feel as you sprint through the seemingly empty woods, the loud howling of dogs on your tail sending bolts of panic to shock through your spine. You glance behind you to see the group of men, not too far from you, chasing you and the rage on their faces is unmistakable. You know why. If they lost you on their watch, HYDRA would have their heads. You haven’t felt the fresh air in so long but you can’t enjoy the chill of the night air. All that’s on your mind is escape as you run through the woods, narrowly avoiding the low hanging branches as you sprint. You feel like you’ve been running for days but you know you can’t stop, not now when you’re so close to permanent escape, The thin shirt that never provided much protection sticks to your back from the sweat and the pain in your side from where your handler shot you is bleeding more profusely the faster you run. You don’t have much left in you but you can’t go back. You can’t return to the iron grip of HYDRA.
The last day of March came and went, as usual, with no acknowledgement of John’s birthday. And then the murders began.
John was awakened on the first of April by the sound of Sherlock’s feet pounding up the stairs, soon followed by the sound of Sherlock’s fist pounding on his door.
“Triple homicide, John! Get dressed!”
“Do I have time for a shower?”
“Yes, but make it fast. We have a train to catch.”
“Brighton — I’ll explain on the way.”
“How did Lestrade end up with this case, if the murders happened in Brighton?” John asked.
“The three victims were uni students from a missing persons case that’s been sitting on his desk for a week. He wasn’t giving it much attention, since he figured they’d just gone off for a lark.”
“Okay. But they’re no longer missing, so Lestrade’s case is closed, right? Shouldn’t the Brighton police be investigating the deaths?”
“They are. But there’s a fourth student who went missing at the same time. He’s likely either the killer or in danger of becoming the next victim. Either way, we’re going to track him down.”
Their first stop was Joe’s Cafe, where Sherlock insisted John order brunch so that they would blend in. Next, the case took them up the i360 observation tower, with breathtaking views along the coast, over the South Downs, and across the English Channel. Then came a long walk along the stony beach, where Sherlock searched for clues while John enjoyed the fresh air and the rare April sunshine.
They wound up on the pier, retracing the steps of the missing (or unfortunately found) uni students. As they wandered through the Palace of Fun, Sherlock encouraged John to play a series of random-seeming arcade games. Then they headed to the theme park, where they rode the ghost train through the Horror Hotel, followed by the Air Race and the Turbo Coaster.
John was having so much fun that he’d almost forgotten they were on a case. “Care to fill me in on your deductions so far?” he asked.
“You know I never like to theorise ahead of the data,” Sherlock said. “Go get some fish and chips over there. Look away as he’s making change, and then bring me back the coins he gives you. I think I’m on to something.”
John did as instructed. He devoured the mouthwatering battered fish as Sherlock carefully examined the coins John had handed him.
Sherlock’s eyes lit up. “How are you at laser tag?” he asked.
“You know I’m a crack shot.”
“Come on, then!”
Half an hour later, they were battling their way through the LaserZone. John whooped as he zapped one hapless teenager after another. By the time the game ended, he was giddy with exhilaration.
“You racked up a record high score,” Sherlock pointed out.
“You weren’t too shabby, yourself. We make a good team.”
Sherlock grinned at him, then checked his phone. “Text from Lestrade. The fourth student just turned himself in.”
John’s mood was too good to be spoiled by Sherlock’s mutterings about Lestrade having wasted their time, or by the fact that he leapt out of the cab in typical fashion the moment it pulled up in front of 221B, leaving John to pay the driver. John was humming to himself as he made his way up the stairs to their flat.
John’s mouth fell open at the sight that greeted him. A huge banner reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN hung across the far wall. Dozens of his friends surged forward to draw him in, plying him with food and drinks, gifts and conversation.
Beaming, John raised a glass to them all. “Happy fucking birthday to me!”
As the party finally began winding down, John turned to Lestrade. “Cheers. That was a bloody brilliant April Fools joke, you sending us on a wild goose chase so you could pull this off.”
“I wish I could take credit, mate, but this whole thing was Sherlock’s idea. He’s been organising it for weeks. He put Molly in charge of the decorating, and Mrs. Hudson in charge of the food. I just helped out a bit with the guest list, and texted him when we were nearly ready.”
John was stunned. Sherlock had done all of this? Sherlock, who never acknowledged anyone’s birthday? Sherlock, who scoffed every time John mentioned how much he liked Brighton, insisting that it was touristy and overrated? Sherlock, who despised social gatherings?
Sherlock had done all of this. For him.
John looked around, but couldn’t spot his flatmate. Sherlock was probably hiding in his room, overwhelmed by the festivities. John tapped on his door, and then let himself in.
Sherlock rose to greet him. “Are you enjoying the party, John?”
“Yeah. But I’ve been a fool.”
“For not catching on to my clever scheme?”
“No. For waiting so many years to do this…”
John stepped forward, placing one hand on either side of Sherlock’s face. He looked up into those familiar eyes, asking a silent question. Seeing the answer he’d been hoping for, John kissed Sherlock, very gently, on the lips.
For one heart-stopping moment, the two of them stood together, frozen. Then all of John’s birthday wishes came true: Sherlock kissed him back.
Character: Jungkook x reader / Jimin x reader (feat. BTS)
Prompts: “What if you find your soulmate… at the wrong time?” - Lauren Kate, Passion
Summary: Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?
Warning: this part has a smut scene ;)
a/n: in this fic/series I made the characters to have similar ages, and not completely the same as their real age. So technically Jungkook, Jimin and the OC all have the same age. Just a little fyi in case you are confused with the timelines.
You were done feeling sorry for yourself. Your plan to live a life of ‘No Regrets’ has clearly backfired and you found yourself in a bigger mess than you were before. You were still single and more frustrated than ever. And you’ve managed to create an uneasy atmosphere at work. Tick, tick, tick, all checked off a list of How to be a Loser.