good-breakfast

theonceandfuturedoc  asked:

How are things going with cute ER nurse?? I’m invested!

😁😁😁😁!!!!!! Cure ER Nurse is good!!! So we had breakfast Tuesday right? And it was great, and had this week off and was going to come to a music thing Friday but she ended up going to her parents farm and I was like yo farms are WAY better so do country things.
This week she’s covering a girls nights (I don’t actually know what days) and I think we’re gonna go walk my dogs or something and yeah, not much has changed but I am like 35/10 stoked at just her general existence 😁😁

things u should do in the morning

- wake up early, like before 8
- make yourself tea/coffee and drink water
- make your bed
- if you feel unfocused and chaotic, write a list of “to-do”s for the day
- put on some calming morning music
- eat a good breakfast!!!
- wash your face
- do a little exercise (as little as doing 10 squats or running up and down the stairs twice)

things u should do at night

- wash ur face/take off all makeup
- set ur clothes out for tomorrow
- drink a sleepy tea or glass of water
- put on some music (or not) and just daydream/reflect/think
- dont look at ur phone!!
- read ! (if u want to)
- relax

I Think I’m In Love With You

Author: ceruleanbucky

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

WARNINGS: SMUT, cursing, oral (male and female receiving), UNPROTECTED SEX, fingering, sexual tension, fluff, and overall sin.

A/N: guy’s I’ve updated twice in like a week and a half what is happening?!?! I mean, it’s not necessarily bad. Also, this fic is hella long, and I;m not going to lie, I’m really proud of it. Hope you guys like it! Part two of “Seven Minutes In Heaven” is coming next week.


You wake up with a start, breathing heavily and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You tried to recall what it was you were dreaming about, but to no avail. You eventually give up, thinking that it was another nightmare.

You glance at your alarm clock, wondering about the time. Seeing that you have two more hours to sleep, you gladly roll over and go back to sleep.

When your alarm goes off, you feel even more tired than you were earlier. You still manage to drag yourself out of bed, and start your day. It’s then when you smell the bacon, and the coffee. Perking up at the idea of a good breakfast, you put on some more decent pyjamas, and head to the kitchen. Most people are still asleep, seeing as the sun is only just rising, so you wonder who is in the kitchen. You step in, and find Bucky cooking up a storm.

“Sad, or mad?” You ask as you walk in, knowing it’s one of the two. He looks at you with confusion, so you rephrase.

“Are you cooking because you’re sad, or because you’re pissed off? Because I know you, Bucky, and it’s only one of those two.” You smirk at your friend, earning a smirk back.

“Neither actually.” He side-eyes, adding to your curiosity.

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Summer Fling Part 9

Title: Summer Fling: The Time Dean Winchester Made Dinner

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,054

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Cheating, Mentions of an Unhealthy Relationship.

Summary: After months of struggling, an impulse decision puts you on the road from Sioux Falls to Lawrence Kansas, hoping that your father, Bobby Singer, will take you in for the summer.  A breath of fresh air. A change of scenery. But little did you know, this summer was going to change your life forever.

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A/N: I can’t believe we’re on part 9 already! We’re almost halfway done the series! I would love if you could leave me some feedback. Literally anything would be amazing. Everything happens in time. Enjoy!

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Your name: submit What is this?

You began to stir, your body felt relaxed and well rested for the first time all week. You felt a weight on your waist. Your eyes flew open and you soon realized just where you were. Dean’s room, you thought with a smile playing on your lips. It was Dean’s arm wrapped around your waist, and his chest pressed against your back. You stayed the night and spent it next to him. You opened up to him and here he was. Your boyfriend.

 You carefully turned in his hold, trying your hardest not to wake him in the process. You met with his sleeping form and a smile spread across your cheeks. Dean was so peaceful looking when he slept. The morning light shone perfectly, and you were able to see every freckle that peppered over his nose and cheeks. His hair was sticking up in different directions, his stubble was growing a little more. He was a handsome man and he was all yours. You wanted to drown him in kisses and show him just how much you appreciated him.

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Heading back to school soon? We can already smell those new textbooks…

Summer holidays are over, no more sleeping in till lunchtime 😞.

But, to make your first day less stressful, try and get things ready the night before so there’s less running around in the morning.

Pack your bag with things like your shiny new stationery, sports kit, and whatever else you might need.

Get up early and have a good breakfast, make sure you’ve got food or money for lunch, and a bottle of water.  

Don’t forget to leave plenty of time to travel to school (remember your bus pass) so you can have that long-overdue catch-up with your mates when you arrive!

On happy endings

Slash fandom loves them. And who could blame anyone for that, when things get so bleak irl?

It’s just…I keep seeing the same ones. Two men at home. They’re in the kitchen, barefoot and kissing in the morning. Or they’re in bed, feeding each other pastries. Or they’re having such passionate sex that the rest of the world disappears. Sometimes these aren’t even the endings; sometimes they’re the whole story.

Whose happy ending is that?

It’s not that queer people don’t love kissing our partners in the soft morning light, or rapturous sex, or a good breakfast pastry. We do. But that’s such a small sliver of a queer person’s life, and in this happy ending I keep reading it is almost always detached from the context - from the history and lived experience of persecution, fear, shame, discovery, revelation, release, grit, community, resilience, strength, pleasure, rightness, fullness - that makes that moment sweet, that makes it victorious, that makes it precious, that makes it love, that makes it happy. 

I wonder: who decided that happy endings meant being at home alone?

I wonder: after all of the fighting queer people have done to be able to live public lives, why does the go-to happy ending take us out of the public?

I wonder: who is this happy for? the characters whose romantic love is kept separate from their friends and jobs and extended families? the straight writers and readers who don’t have to think about what it means to live as a queer person? who reproduce narratives they’ve never had to question without considering whether those are the stories we should be retelling? the writers and readers who end up suggesting - implicitly, since of course they’d never say such a thing out loud - that queer love and queer happiness should only exist where other people don’t have to see it?

People often say this is in the service of queer readers and writers who want to imagine a happier future. Is this what that happiness looks like?

Consider: queer people with friends over for dinner. queer people in restaurants. queer people in queer bars. queer people at family events. queer people in the classroom. queer people giving presentations. queer people getting promotions. queer people in the park. queer people in the supermarket. queer people at the baths and the piers and the loos and the back rooms. queer people in the lab. queer people fixing cars. queer people writing books. queer people slaying dragons. queer people defusing bombs. queer people unraveling government conspiracies. queer people fighting evil. queer people doing magic. queer people experiencing love and happiness in full view of other people. 

Ask yourself: why, in these so-called happy endings, do queer people have to be hidden away? 

Ask yourself: why aren‘t we writing happy endings for queer couples that are about multifaceted, full lives in addition to sex and domesticity?

Ask yourself: can’t we come up with fuller, realer, richer happy endings? 

One day I’m going to wake up to the sound of coffee brewing and the scent of bacon, eggs and toast. I’m going to wake up to the love of my life making breakfast in the kitchen as he calls out to me, “good morning gorgeous, breakfast is almost ready.” I’m going to wake up in my pjs, hair messed up, and a bare face yet he will still call me “beautiful”. I’m going to wake up to this person who will give me so many good morning kisses I won’t even be able to count how many. I’m going to wake up to this amazing person one day and realize… “hey, I guess life isn’t so bad afterall..” and will love this person with all my heart and never let him go.

there are people, and im saying in the kindest way, who need to step away from tumblr, really just put their phone down, have a conversation about the weather or food with someone while they’re waiting for a bus that’s gonna take them somewhere green and big with lots of plants and animals and they gotta stay there for a few consecutive hours until the sun sets and then when they get back home, they should take a warm shower and sleep it off, and wake up and stay in bed a little, maybe look at what’s surrounding them, get up look out the window, open the windows and change the sheets and the pillowcase and have a good breakfast

I Own You

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Words: 2500

Warnings: NSFW (smut!)

A/N: Since I’m back on tumblr, I decided to repost some of my old work and fanfics! Hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by rosamundamuddyfoot



A dull headache was the first thing that woke you up. You blinked few times to clear your sight and look at the empty side next to you.

Turning around you noticed that the sheets were a pure mess and then you noticed that it was 2 p.m.

“Ah, great!” you groaned and then pulled to covers to the side.

You were naked and probably got awfully drunk last night.

Then it hit you. You had a fight with the god of mischief before you let tequila possess you.

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