i am doing nothing but watching tv

Sweet Dreams

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Pairing: Sam x Reader (kind of)
Warnings:  Fluff
Summary: Sam comes to sleep in the readers room


“This is your room” Sam smiles, opening the motel room with the key card.
“I get my own room?” you asked, setting your duffel bag down on the bed.
“Yeah, I figured you’d probably want a night or two away so I got you your own. Is that okay?” Sam looked very hesitant, scared he might have upset you in some way. His worry instantly washed away when he saw a smile spread across your lips.
“Yeah, no that’s great! I won’t have to deal with Dean’s snoring; who knows, I might even get a good nights sleep for once.“ you laughed, laying back on your queen sized bed.
“Well, here’s a copy of your room key in case you need it. We have yours too, so if something happens just call.” Sam chuckled, laying the room key on the table by the door.


The first night on the job wasn’t so bad. Dean had staked out one of the suspects houses while you and Sam questioned the local authorities and towns people about the murders.

“I am beat” you sighed, climbing out of the impala.
“Yeah, flirting with the Deputy can do that to ya” Sam joked with a hint of jealousy in his voice. There had been some sexual tension between the two of you lately, nothing had happened yet, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want it to.

Rolling your eyes, you watched as they crossed the other side of the motel and went into their room. Sighing you closed your door and immediately peeled off your clothes and jumped into the shower. When you had finished your nighttime routine, you turned on the tv to watch Friends and passed out within the episode.

The sound of your door shutting woke you up, immediately grabbing the gun from under your pillow you pointed it at the door.
“Sam?” you asked sleepily, setting the gun on your nightstand and sitting up with a yawn.
“Dean’s snoring is keeping me up, is it cool if I sleep in here?” he asked, you could hear how tired he was in his voice.
“Yeah, its okay.” you yawned, snuggling back down into your comforter. You watched as Sam grabbed a blanket and pillow from the closet and laid down on the couch, curling up so he would fit properly. A small smile played on your lips, “Sam, come get in the bed.” you laughed, pulling the other side of the blanket up.
“I’m fine here, y/n” Sam laughed, laying his head on the pillow.
“Sam, if you don’t get in the bed then you can’t sleep in here” you warned, a jokingly tone slipped out, making him laugh too.

Getting up, he crossed the room in just a few strides and got into your bed.
“Are you sure this is okay?” he asked, making sure he didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.
“I wouldn’t have offered if it wasn’t okay, Sammy” you mumbled, already falling back asleep. Hesitantly, Sam shifted his body so he was laying down under the covers, trying to make himself comfortable in the bed without disturbing you. There wasn’t a whole lot of room in the bed with the two of you.
“Sam” you whispered, feeling him shift in the bed.
“Yeah?” he replied, laying on his side facing your back.
“Come here” you whispered, grabbing his arm and pulling it over your body so you two were spooning. Sam moved closer to you, his front pressed right up against your back.
“Is this okay?” he asked, locking his arm around you so he could feel like he was protecting you from anything that might enter the room.
“mmmhmm” you mumbled again, slowly falling back into the sleep you had before he had come into your room.


The next morning, Dean entered your room, looking for Sam and was only a little bit shocked to find you two sleeping together in the same bed. Your bodies were pressed up against each other, your face was in Sam’s neck with his arms wound tightly around your body; almost as if he was trying to keep anyone from taking you from him.
Smiling softly, Dean pulled out his phone and took a few pictures of you two and laughed softly.
“Oh yeah, they are never going to live this down.”

i’m in love with the shape of you.
  • Summary: “It had been easy, for the first two or three weeks, to take things slow like they had agreed to when they started dating. (…) Now the problem was that even though Kara believed she had a good sense of self control, whenever Lena was around her, it seemed to run short.” Inspired by this tweet.
  • Pairing: Kara/Lena.
  • Rating: STRAIGHT UP SIN. +18
  • Beta’d by: Bia, who by the way forced me to write this. (@kinkylena)

It had been easy, for the first two or three weeks, to take things slow like they had agreed to when they started dating. Lena was chivalrous, gentle, sweet. All Kara could’ve wanted for in a partner. Most of their time together was spent in late night dates, drinking expensive wine and chinese takeout, maybe watching a bad movie, maybe playing chess (Lena insisted she wasn’t letting Kara win, that she had just improved but Kara didn’t believe a word she said), maybe just cuddling under a fuzzy blanket telling each other about their days. And of course, kissing. Now the problem was that even though Kara believed she had a good sense of self control, whenever Lena was around her, it seemed to run short.

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  • me, jokingly: bet you miss me being there & insufferable & eating crackers in the bed, getting crumbs everywhere.. like the rascal i am..
  • my darling sweet angel gf (who is an angel), sincerely: i do i saw crumbs the other day & thought of you & almost started crying.. i wish you were here eating crackers in the bed w/ me again. also watching tv isn't the same w/o you. nothing is
  • me: 😯 ...... 😭
  • tv character overcoming anxiety that prevents them from a new experience: ok, just think 'you can do this'. i am not the summation of my fears. i can face this down & persevere, i am stronger than my demons. well ... here goes nothing!
  • me overcoming anxiety that prevents me from a new experience: i mean you're dying dude, fuck it. they will build exactly 0 pyramids for your stupid 'watched final destination high' ass. just ride the fucking tilt-a-whirl, carpe diem
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Baron Corbin x Reader

Originally posted by sassabarry

“I know baby, yeah… I get that..” Baron was on his phone talking to his girlfriend of 4months, “Please, don’t be upset… I know, I know. Ok, well I’m on my way then!” the last sentece made you crease you eyebrow.

“What’s up this time?” you asked annoyed when Baron hung up.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I have to cancel our plans.” he nonchalantly informed you.

“What? Why? We talked about this for months now! Did you now how much I spent on the tickets?”

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Psh Soulmates! (Lucifer x Reader)

Lucifer x reader
Word Count: 555 (damn it! So close!)
Summary: Soulmates. You’re meant to love your soulmate, right? But what happens if your soulmate is a human hating, spiteful archangel?
A/n: hey, I felt bad for leaving y'all without anything for almost three weeks so heres a little drabble for you. I hope you enjoy it cus I found it quite funny in my sleep deprived state lol
Let me know if you want a part two!!

Ps. This is being posted from my phone so I’ll format it tomorrow lol k bye enjoy for now!

“What are you thinking about?”

“You,” I said monotonely.

“That’s cute,” Lucifer laughed.

“And how all the ways you could kill me right now,” I continued, still not looking at the angel next to me.

“Excuse me?”

“You could kill me in a hundred different ways right now,” I repeated now looking over at him. Lucifer looked confused and a little hurt.

“I would never-“

“Why wouldn’t you,”

“Because,”

“Because some psychic freak said so? She couldn’t see you were the devil, pretty sure she was just spouting off random shit to get her money’s worth,”

“You realise that physic freak was a messenger right? One of Dad’s personal mail men,”

“So?” I exclaimed, jumping up from my bed, “Why would the big G.O.D care about me and why the hell would he care about you!”

“Watch your tongue,” Lucifer growled angrily, he stood up slowly and squared me up, standing to his full height. I looked up at him with the same anger, lashing like flames in my eyes.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I snarled.

“Don’t insult me,”

“Don’t insult me!“ I shouted back.

“Humans!” Lucifer exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air and pacing to the other side of the room, “This is why I can’t stand you little cockroaches, you never know when do to what you’re told!”

“Excuse me but the entire reason you were cast down from heaven in the first place was because you didn’t do as you were told!”

“You can’t compare me to you mud monkeys!”

“Well, I just did, I sassed, “Just because you have a pair of wings and a broken halo does not make you any better than me or anyone else on this planet!”
“I don’t have a halo,” Lucifer snapped. “And we’ve gone off topic. Why would I kill you?”

“You explained that you’re self didn’t you,” I said with a sigh, “You hate humans, you hate every human in this world why would I be exception. I don’t do anything special. I am literally no body,”

“You’re my soulmate whether you like it or not Y/n,”

“I don’t like it,”

“Well tough, you’re stuck with me now,”

We both glared at each other hard, breathing heavy and the air was thick was anger and tensions. Then we sat back down and carried on watching the show that was on the tv before, like nothing happened.

“What would happen if I sold my soul?”

“I wouldn’t let that happen,”

“But if I did,”

“I’d get it out of Hell, you realise that I created Hell right. I can stop people becoming demons and I can make people demons,”

“So? I could persuade a demon to hide my soul from you,”

“You wouldn’t know that first thing about dealing with demons,”

“Really? They sound easy,” I shrugged.

“Fine, you know what, I’ll give you two days to try and sell your soul. See how far you get,”

“Oh really?”

“Really,” Lucifer smirked, cocking his eyebrow up and standing up to me with his hands on his hips, “You just tell them who you are and I’m sure they’ll do whatever you want,”

“Fine then, two days it’s on!”

“Wait, you’re actually going?” Lucifer grabbed my arm as I walked past him, I laughed and shrugged him off,

“Well, yeah. A challenge is a challenge Lucifer. If soulmates are meant to be similar in personality then you’ll know I would never back down from a challenge. Especially not one as fun as this,”

“You could get hurt,”

“And you’ll fix me again, it’s kind of what we do know apparently,”

“You’re insufferable,”

“Right back at you, wings,”

“Don’t call me that!”


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Future Makeup Artist // Jackson Wang (Got7)

Description: You’re visiting a friend in Korea, who happens to be a makeup artist for Got7. One day you’re bored so you go to work with her and you hit it off with Jackson.

Type: Fluff?

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Word Count: 2467

Requested: Yes

Can i get a scenario of Jackson where like your visiting Korea because your friend works there as a make up artist for some famous idols, and like one day your bored so you go to work with your friend and meet some of the people she does make up for and it happens to be got7 and you and Jackson start to hit it off? Tysm in advance!

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Hope you’re taking care of yourselves. I wanted to apologize again for not posting at all for the past week. I’ve had terrible migraines, you know the ones that make you feel really dizzy and nauseous? Yeah, I’ve had those. I think I might need my vision checked. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! 

I’ve only edited this a couple times, I’ll probably edit it again.


“Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. We have been cleared to land at the Incheon International Airport in Seoul, South Korea. We will be landing in approximately 10 minutes.Thank you.”

Fastening my seatbelt, I waited rather impatiently for the plane to land. I was eager to finally get off of this 14 hour flight that I had to take in order to get to Seoul. My best friend, Leigh-Ann moved to South Korea last year after graduating college to pursue a career as both a makeup artist and a stylist. Having not seen her in almost a whole year, I decided that I would come visit her while I was taking a semester off of school. Before boarding my flight, I talked to Leigh-Ann and she is going to meet me at the airport and take me back to her place, which is where I will be staying during my visit.

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Gonna take a moment here to rec one of my favorite Harry Potter fanfics EVER: The Very Secret Diary by Arabella. It’s basically the correspondences between Ginny and Tom Riddle that must’ve taken place over the course of Chamber of Secrets. The fic is pretty old by internet standards (it was written before the series was finished), but once you get used to the small things that canon debunked later (the biggest one being the fanon that Ginny’s full name was “Virginia” before it was revealed to be “Ginevra” later on), you don’t even notice.

This fic is MASTERFULLY written, and downright terrifying in some parts. It’s like watching a trainwreck in slow-motion – seriously, I read it all in one sitting, 10 PM - 4 AM, because I couldn’t stop reading. (And yes, I had to do stuff the next day. I regret NOTHING.) It’s very much a psychological horror piece, and has one of the best characterized Ginnys I’ve read. And Tom is very well-done, too.

And hey, look – a TV Tropes page!

Please read this fic. You won’t regret it.

cherylxcx  asked:

STORYTELLING TIME (bc the riverdale hiatus is boring): tell me about 2 of your fav riverdale ships, 2 of your fav characters, 2 of your favorite scenes out of all 7 episodes, and tell me about the pairing you last shipped/just started shipping. a detailed analysis, 10 paragraphs, i don't care. just tell me.

HECK YEAH MAN I CAN DO THIS FOR YOU

THANK YOU FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO SCREAM

2 fave riverdale ships

  • let me tell you about BETTY AND VERONICA

listen, okay

l i s t e n

i was not going to watch this show.

(and then i saw josie mccoy’s face and was like BUT BUT BUT and a friend had to tell me she’s barely in the pilot and to calm down, and then i didn’t plan to watch it anymore)

and then i saw it

the world’s fucking tenderest kiss to maybe ever be on television, which is JUST UNFAIR FOR EVERYONE DON’T YOU THINK??

camila mendes has a talent, is what i am saying, and that talent deserves so much appreciation that it actually got me to watch this show

(THOSE LIPS. THAT THUMB. CHRIST.)

anyway. my favorite thing about the beronica kiss is that it has absolutely nothing to do with how much i ship it. it’s just a weird fever dream bonus to everything about them that i love.

VERONICA IS JUST SO INCREDIBLY IN LOVE WITH BETTY. FROM MOMENT ONE. the train to the rest of my life speech is legit some of the gayest shit i have heard in my damn life.

i love how dedicated they are to one another. i love how they balance each other out. i love that riverdale took the classic “naughty and nice” dichotomy they had from the comics and turned it upside down and shook it, and this is what fell out

they just so clearly thrive off of each other’s energy. i love that.

but you know what i also love?

  • let me tell you about VERONICA AND CHERYL

i honestly thought for a hot minute there that i wouldn’t have interest in this show beyond beronica

and then 1x05 blessed me and watered my crops and cleared my skin and SHOWED ME THE LIGHT

it turns out, veronica directing her attentions at literally anyone is kind of all i need, and cheryl’s my GOTHIC HOT MESS OF PURE EXTRA and i adore her, and i hope one day they move into a new mansion that has a name and adopt war orphans or something.


2 fave characters

obviously you can tell i have a lot of feelings about veronica lodge, so maybe this doesn’t need saying but sorry too bad buckle up because

  • LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, VERONICA LODGE

ironically, i spent most of my life solidly team betty.

“but Leah,” you say, “you love poor little rich girls who are POPULAR but SAD ABOUT IT and SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT. cordelia chase! quinn fabray! glinda upland! summer roberts! you very clearly Have A Type!”

i know. i know i do. but i was BLINDSIDED man

i would die on a battlefield for veronica lodge.

because not only did this show give me “REGRETS HER MEAN GIRL PAST” veronica lodge. it over corrected so hard it gave me the bounty of MOM FRIEND VERONICA LODGE

MOM FRIEND VERONICA RUBBING CHERYL’S NECK THROUGH A PANIC ATTACK

MOM FRIEND VERONICA WRAPPING ARCHIE’S WRIST AND KISSING HIS BOOBOO

MOM FRIEND VERONICA IS NERVOUS BETTY DOESN’T GET ENOUGH SLEEP

MOM FRIEND VERONICA MAKING KEVIN PUT ARCHIE IN THE VARIETY SHOW BECAUSE JUSTICE FOR HER SMOL STAGE-FRIGHTENED SON

MOM FRIEND VERONICA LIKE “YEAH POLLY CAN LIVE IN MY HOUSE NO BIG”

the one thing i am weaker for than a sad popular girl is a girl who dances on the edge of the selfish/selfless line, who has such a big heart that she loves EVERYONE but maybe not quite as much as she loves herself. the rose tylers and rachel berrys of this world

oh wait there’s another thing i’m weak for and that is TINY BRUNETTES

veronica lodge was engineered in a science lab to hit every single one of my buttons, is what i am saying

now. i want to be very clear. i adore betty cooper, and no one on this show is more entertaining than cheryl blossom, and kevin keller is the most represented i have ever felt on television, but there was really only one other person i could say is my fave:

  • let me tell you about MY HOMELESS ASEXUAL SON, JUGHEAD JONES

“but Leah,” you say, “Jughead’s not canon ace in this show”

to which i say they can pry jughead’s lack of libido from my cold dead hands, until he says aloud on screen “i, forsythe pendleton jones the third, love doing the sex and it is my preferred method of having intimacy with my romantic partner” he can date whomever the heck he wants because, ASTONISHINGLY, ace people date! and kiss!

besides the point but aNYHOW

this kid is a fucking trainwreck and i love every inch of him

i love his ridiculous dedication to his aesthetic, i love his shitty novel, i love how much he loves his sister, i love his fwoopy bangs, i love how his reaction to being told his best friend is fucking their teacher is “wow dude sounds like you’re the victim of a sexual predator, do you need help?” rather than a high five, i love the way he delivers one-liners like he’s kind of trying not to laugh at his own jokes

riverdale isn’t riverdale without juggie

2 fave scenes out of all seven episodes

  • let me tell you about THE SCENE CONFIRMING KEVIN AND VERONICA’S QUEERPLATONIC LIFE PARTNERSHIP IN WHICH THEY GO ON MARRIED FRIEND DATES

honestly, and i truly have no excuse for this, you said “what is your favorite scene” and the VERY FIRST THING that popped into my head were these moments with ronnie and kev in the back of his father’s truck, which is ridiculous, mostly because they’re not even really a scene

but it’s just. it is so fucking satisfying, man. look at these precious babies. look at how many blankets they’re under. not only is her head on his shoulder (HERE’S ANOTHER LOOK FROM THAT ANGLE) but EVERY PART OF HER is touching EVERY PART OF HIM. he is SITTING on her CAPE. do you have any idea how much trust that entails?

what strikes me about this moment is that Riverdale is succeeding at convincing me that these kids–any of these kids, really, not just kevin and veronica–are friends. that they all enjoy spending time together, that if there weren’t a murder going on they would still see each other, and that they care about each other. ironically, on a lot of teen soaps the friendships are the first thing to be ignored or cut for time, because they’re not juicy and “don’t lead to conflict” (untrue). kevin isn’t even in the core four, and yet, here he is: taking out his best girl because there’s no other out kids except veronica at his school and this show cares about kevin and what kevin does! they could have had veronica suspiciously follow hermione to the drive in and start her conflict with her mom over fred andrews early, but no. they wanted her to have a night out with her gay husband buddy.

kevin and veronica are the kind of friends who made a marriage pact two days into knowing each other. kevin and veronica are the kinds of friends who meet each other’s eyes when they find the same things funny but it would be impolite to laugh. MY KINGDOM FOR AU WHERE KEVIN AND VERONICA BEARD FOR EACH OTHER BUT THEN, WHILE FAKE DATING, BECOME BEST FRIENDS. 

and like yes, unless veronica is actually queer (which she is) her calling kevin her best gay and–more than that–interrupting his interruption to be like “GAY THANK GOD LET’S BE BEST FRIENDS” is a little bit abhorrent. but looking past the ridiculous stereotyping, what strikes me most is that when veronica says let’s be best friends she means it. she’s team kevin now, ride or die. 

this moment shows riverdale at its best: taking a shit ton of cliched tropes but blending them in a new way and showing them with a lens of kind of delightfully unexpected compassion.

…anyway

it occurs to me that, despite finding my way back to it at the end, this is much less a rant about an actual scene and much more a rant about how much i love the friendship between veronica and kevin, but i’m sorry i love it that much. 

so i’m gonna try harder now on the next one

there are a lot of one-liners and moments i almost picked, even though, once again, those are not scenes (when jughead narrated that there were really only three kids in that booth and we all went IS JUGHEAD A GHOST, “slut shaming is when SLUTS get SHAMED,” “train to the rest of my life,” veronica’s face when betty comes out in the dominatrix gear, “that doesn’t SOUND like complete freedom,” PUSSYCAT RONNIE, fp jones saying he doesn’t want jughead to look at him like he’s garbage anymore….)

but then a dark horse candidate emerged:

  • let me tell you about the moment i realized ONE DAY I WILL BE ABLE TO LOVE ARCHIE

this show has an archie problem. so dedicated were they to proving that they weren’t going to do the classic love triangle, they made it so that archie barely interacts with half his friend group at all. isolating archie from everyone else with the grundy plot set this show back ages, and made archie almost totally irrelevant to the ensemble he ostensibly leads

but then we got this moment of hope:

“okay Leah yes we get it you like it when these idiot teens are friends”

DO YOU

DO YOU GET IT THOUGH

this was the first hint that this show would succeed at gaining my love beyond betty and veronica. and i didn’t appreciate it at the time aside from OH LOOK ARCHIE HAS A PERSONALITY I LIKE TODAY, THAT’S NICE, but in hindsight it really is quite significant. archie and jughead are supposed to be the heart of this show; it’s good to see them act like it.

and jughead is also a sarcastic little shit and he’s my son and i love him

A VERY IMPORTANT NOTE:

third place goes to the scene with betty, jughead and kevin rebuilding the murder wall and then trev shows up, which hilariously of all three of these might ACTUALLY be my real favorite scene of the whole show, for all the reasons i listed about a) the other two above and b) what i’m about to say below. sadly, though, this makes my love for it redundant and i’ve already repeated myself so much, so i’ll move on to…

the pairing i last shipped/just started shipping

  • well, let me tell you about BETTY AND JUGHEAD

i’m gonna be real with you i adore these two. i’m not fandom-y about them at all, because right now what the show is giving me is JUST RIGHT: two kids with chemistry who care about each other! we’re watching them take it slow and feel it out!

i dig the gentle vibe between them, and how they are interested in each other but mostly because they are both interested in JUSTICE and THE TRUTH and MYSTERIES

bless these idiot teen sleuths! i hope they get married and betty becomes a lawyer-slash-journalist and jughead becomes a private-eye-slash-novelist and together they start a firm called COOPER JONES INVESTIGATIONS and they solve crimes and are married, like Hart to Hart

anyway the point of this ask is that a few months ago i made a viral post about hatewatching riverdale because it’s trash but now i’m legitimately in love with it on every level so the joke is on me i guess

LEGION Recap: 1x01

Last spring when I was getting mildly sloshed off cheap French rosés and falling in love with the X-Men, I did not know it was because my compass heart had swung unerringly to the superhero franchise that, in its infinite batshit whimsy, would see fit to produce an eight-episode kaleidoscopic mutant concept piece less than one year later, as if the surrealist inventive fuckery inherent in the X-Men universe had just been waiting for me, DTF.

And then Legion had to wait for me a bit more, as historically I’ve only ever managed to watch one TV show at a time. Why? BECAUSE I DO NOTHING BY HALVES, SON. And presently I am still lost in space with my beloved golden-hearts on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.

But then I saw a gifset of what looked like Jemaine Clement in a pale suit on some sort of Mylar-draped soundstage, and that was fucking it. I could feel a give in my ribs as I was pulled toward my true north, to Legion, to the show seemingly made out of scraps and spangles fished out of my own head.

So let’s do it. Let’s do two shows at once. Let’s see what my capacity for sustained enthusiasm actually is. Let’s open up all the valves, let’s set fire to tears, LET’S GO.

Legion - Season 1, ‘Chapter 1’

Wooouuuld you like this show to begin with a deeply stylized growing-up montage set to “Happy Jack” by The Who, hyper-slo-mo snapshots all centered in frame, quaint and retro until our boy hits age of onset and begins screaming it into a distorted symmetrical Wes Anderson nightmare? Hohoho, would I.

I WOULD.

Troubled kid grows into troubled man, until his big haunted eyes see no more hope, and he tries to hang himself with an electrical cord, which sparks like synapses (!!! guys) into a sparkling candle on a cupcake — his birthday. Thirty-odd complete revolutions around the sun for David, the last five spent inside this mental institution, which outfits its patients in burnt orange track jackets with yellow stripes, because THE SIXTIES, groovy.

Dan Stevens does a pretty passable American accent, it turns out. His most amazing transformation is still when he left his second chin in Downton Abbey and suddenly looked like his own hot evil twin, but this is good too.

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Originally posted by chimchams

‘I don’t have a dirty mind…I have a sexy imagination’

Suga (bts)

Word count: 396

Genre: Fluff/impl. smut

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So I have this amazing book to read
And this finale of a TV series to watch
And 5 texts to respond to
And 3 people to meet.
But all I can do is miss you.
I feel the need to tell you every little, insignificant thing.
Like the fact that I love mangoes and am eating one right now.
Or that I have a really weird relation with ice cream.
And that I’m confused about what to major in.
I know nothing will ever become of us and rightly so.
But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re on my mind every waking second.
And that you’re the only way I can finally go to bed.

I’m Coming Home- Brother Sister Mitch Marner

Originally posted by wonthetrade

This one is a sibling on Y/N is Mitch older sister the they are really close but Y/N is in the Army and for the Home opener she comes home to surprise her little brother at his first game in the ACC 

Listen to this song when reading : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k84QxVJd0tI


Mitch sat on his bed as he read the letter he had gotten over a week ago from his best friend 

Dear Mitchy 

YOU MADE IT  I’m so proud of you Mitchy your going to play in the NHL and for the Toronto Maple Leafs no less it’s always been your dream to play for them and now it’s coming true. But I’m not going to be there to watch you play your first game and your home opener I’m so sorry Mitchy I wanted to come watch you in person but I guess listening to a radio will do for where I am. Mom and dad told me they would record the game on their TV for me to watch the next time I’m home! We can watch it together like when we where little in our PJ’s Saturday night hockey night in Canada Mitchy I miss you like crazy your my best friend my little brother and you mean the world to me okay there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I really wanted to watch you play in person maybe meet some of your new friends maybe catch up with Stromer hows he doing by the way I heard the Coyotes sent him back to Erie that most have been hard on him. But remember just because I’m not their doesn’t mean you don’t have the time of your life okay you play you heart out and score a goal for me yeah

Lots of Love

Your Big Sis

Y/N

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Innocent!Arin and Stoner!Dan. Arin is sitting on the couch at their apartment reading when Danny comes home from a party. They sit together on the couch, Danny talks about the party and then asks what Arin did while he was gone. Arin talks for a bit before being shushed by Danny putting his tongue in Arin's mouth.

It was probably 2 in the morning when Dan stumbled into their appartment.  Arin had no idea why he was even up this late.  That was a lie to him self, he knew that he was up all night worried if Dan was gonna get home safe.  Just because they were room mates, not like Arin had any hidden feelings for the party boy. No way.

The older man reaked of weed and booze as he shuffled over to the couch where Arin is.  Silently, he moves Arin’s legs to the side and lays down awkwardly beside him.

“Dude, I swear, next party I am dragging your ass with me."  Dan says with a giggle. 

"Good luck with that."  Arin puts his book away and turns towards his room mate.  It was hard not to blush at how close they were, even though this was nothing new.  "So, what happened this time?”

“Lots of booze, loud music, almost walked in on a couple necking in the bathroom.  Normal party stuff.  Meet up with some buds and got high.  Gez, we ate like all the snacks at the party.”

“Ya, not my kind of fun.”

“Please, next time?  Like, what did you even do tonight?”

“I watched some tv, made myself dinner, been catching up on my reading.  It was fun.”

“Sounds a little lonely."  There was something a little different in Dan’s voice but Arin ignored it.

"Ya, it can be at times but it’s not like I’m mister Popular like you.  How about one night you stay home and see how it can be nice.”

“Will you do it with me?”

“That’d defeat the purpose.  Being alone ain’t that ba-”

Arin was completely cut off by the fact that Dan now had his tongue invading his mouth.  At first it was surprising and he almost pulled away but the way he kissed him was intoxicating.  It wasn’t long before Arin was laying down with Dan on top of him.

“Let’s just talk about this in the morning,” Dan whispered against his lips before resuming kissing.

I’m Autistic. 

I have difficulty understanding sarcasm and can’t tell when people are serious or not. 

I have a hard time bonding with others because I don’t know how to interact the proper way and I always wind up just being by myself because of my poor communication skills. 

When I’m specially interested in a series or a topic, I will go out and research all that I can about it until I can spout out facts off the top of my head. 

Eye contact has become harder for me to maintain because it’s just not something that I do 24/7. I can make eye contact for short amounts of time when people tell me I have to but beyond that is me in my own world. 

I like to flap my hands when I’m happy and it helps keep my mind focus. But recently my family that hasn’t been informed of my recent diagnosis have no idea why I flap my hands from time to time. (There are reasons for this

Listening to music and rocking are my main forms of stimming I guess. I love all types of music and I usually rock unconsciously more than on purpose. But I also guess that other forms of stimming that I do are reading and watching movies & TV shows. 

But I’m still a human being. I want relationships, I want a future, I want to pursue a career in something that I love to do. Just because I’m autistic doesn’t mean that I’m not deserving of representation or respect. It’s just who I am and there’s nothing I can do about it. 

how to be infj 101
  • _infj: i really want to have a gorgeous body, being tall and all that, and read 10000 books, and write 100 novels, and draw like chiara bautista.
  • _infj: *writes down her goals in her journal, boasting about how great she will be* this day! today is the day for a fresh start! the day that i will change and do something for me
  • a few months later
  • _infj: *didn't lift a finger to achieve her goals because procrastination at its finest* why me? is it that hard to have something that i really want? why is life betraying me? why?
  • _infj: *takes out her journal* ok! this is the day! i have my to-do list! today! yeah! let's go! FIGHTING!
  • one year later
  • _infj: *whining while watching some tv show about the power of hard working and stuffing her face with popcorn. in other words, still doing nothing*
  • _infj: why meee? why is it so hard to achieve something I want? why? am i not good enough? why others can do shit and not me?
  • _intp: because...hard work?
  • _infj: but i work just as hard
  • _intp: i hate you
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a thing i made senior year when i realized there’s no reason to be upset if you’re not super gung-ho over your art. if you take it too serious it’s not that cool anymore. and then u become like a boring person, who only does art and talks about art.

i’m kind of in a point in my life right now where i don’t think i’m as passionate about art as i was when i first came into it. i still love it, but i love all the other parts of my life too. for me, it’s not that fun when the only thing i do and am interested in is art (even tho it’s how i make money now but…). i remember in school we were always worried about how we would fall behind because all these other professionals were drawing their asses off 24/7, but i don’t regret all the times i didn’t draw to do something else fun in my life. like binge watch a tv show. play video games. talk with my friends. take a day off in little tokyo. shop for clothes and shit online. lie down and do nothing. basically, i made peace with it. i’m not the kind of artist who draws all the time, and that’s okay. it doesn’t make me any less of an artist. 

don’t get me wrong, i really respect the artists who really push themselves to draw every day and finish pieces (it’s a good practice). but i’m just not in the mood for that all the time, and i realized that’s fine. i’d get burnt out otherwise. 

Do Not Let This World Cause Your Steps to Falter

I am here for all you motherfuckers that never made it onto the 30 under 30 list and are still secretly not okay about that. I see you who got to be the responsible one with all that entails, or who just got dealt bad cards and now you’re taking care of kids or parents or siblings or hell maybe all of them and when you rush into the coffeeshop because you’re already late doing things for someone else you see all the young faces in there tapping away at their macbooks and you think, I used to write. You can still. There is no expiration date. I am here for you who started 100 stories and haven’t finshed one yet. You will. Keep walking.

I am here for you, who did the things everyone said you should and are now washed up on the far shore with a dull ache in your chest and the lurking worry that you are so far from where you wanted to be. I am here for Raymond Chandler, who didn’t even start writing fiction until he was 44. I am here for Annie Proulx, who wrote short stories for 30 years before getting her first novel published when she was 57. I am here for all of you that will never see your stories published, and I am here for those of you that will and have your heart broken when they do not sell. I see you looking out the side of your eyes at other people’s lives, lives where bodies don’t hurt, that don’t seem to involve bills or shitty jobs or just having to give and give and give of yourself to others until there’s nothing left for you except that old composition book by the bed that you haven’t picked up in a week.

I am here for you freelancers where every day is a new war; I am here for you day-jobbers where it’s all the same old battle and then family at night and you’re too tired to work on the story and all you want to do is watch TV. I see you and I want you to know that you’re okay. That we all fight this battle in different ways, and I know you’re doing the best you can. Living is hard. Creating is harder. I am here for you on the weeks you write zero words and the weeks you only write 500 and the weeks it all flows out of you like salt water and you’ve written 10,000. I see you when you look back over it and wonder if any of it is any damn good at all. Keep it. It’s good. Keep going. You can edit when you are done.

I am here for you when the work is too raw, too personal, and you lay down your pencil in fear of what people will think. Writing is an act of opening, of empathy, of love. It is an act, above all, of hope. It traffics in feelings we are too scared to show in our public lives, and that is one of the great consolations of fiction: it reassures us that others feel like this, too. Do not shy away from these emotions; embrace them. Cause them. It is the greatest thing you can do with your pen: make people feel. Creating is a strange, teetering walk between a terrifying self-criticism, and not giving a damn what anyone else thinks. Go too far one way and you will never finish; go too far the other and what you finish will never improve. Listen to the whispers in your mind about the weaknesses in your work, but do not let them shout.

I see those of you waiting for permission to begin. Waiting to afford a course or read that How to Write book or improve your grammar or find a publisher or even just some assurance that your story is worth hearing in an industry dominated by loud people who don’t look or sound like you. I hereby give you permission: please begin. You need nothing more than a cheap notebook and a pencil and the contents of your beautiful, unique, experienced mind. We’re all faking it; we all stepped off the cliff and learned to fly on the way down. We’re still faking it every damn day. It looks scary but I promise you: you will fly. There is craft to learn but it can come later, once you’re flushed with the habit of putting words on paper as often as you can. Please begin. You have a voice that is made only the sweeter for being heard. You have a story that is all the richer for waiting.

I see you who begin over and over again, and then become tired or frustrated or stuck. I want you to forgive yourself.  I want you to let this be fun. You don’t have to be fancy. You don’t have to be literary. You don’t have to write the Great American Novel straight off the starting blocks. Be silly. Write smut. Write sci-fi. Write a sonnet. Put the big story aside. If you keep writing, the problems in the big works tend to unknot themselves on their own. It can take years, but one day you’ll be working on something else and have an extra scene and realise that’s what the old story needed all along, and all the pieces will cascade into place with a simplicity and a beauty that will stun you. Or maybe that old work will be the one lending scenes and moments to a newer, more confident story. Keep writing. Be excited for endings. Writing a great ending is one of the most satisfying creative experiences in existence.

I am here for you writing at midnight once everyone else is asleep, for you alt-tabbing away at work to a Google doc with a tenuous few sentences, for you tapping notes on the subway, for you just telling stories in your own head that you hope you’ll find time to write down later. I am here for you daydreamers and dawdlers and misfits, finding yourself on the page one difficult mark at a time. Whether your notebook holds poetry, cartoons, short stories, novels, fanfic, comics, essays, autobio, or anything else, the way you express yourself is valid and worthwhile. Do not hold yourself to popular forms; hold yourself only to your heart’s desires. You will probably never make money out of this so you might as well make yourself happy. Move towards joy, but know that there is also work. Do not be afraid of the work. Do not be worried about critics; once the story leaves your hands it begins a life of its own, apart from and no longer beholden to you. And you won’t mind to set this delicate paper ship onto the cold and contrary sea of opinion, because you’ve already started on a new one. 

I am here for you. There is no too late or too early. There is only now. 

It is time to begin.

11 questions tag

I was tagged by @ti-aa thank you very much !

•What’s your favorite clothing item?
Shoes I love shoes
•Sweet tooth or savory tooth?
Savory tooth for sure !
•Top 5 favorite TV shows ?
We bare bears(I really don’t watch TV sorry)
•Pineapple on pizza ?
I am a Pineapple on pizza type of girl sorry !
•Top 3 vacations destinations ?
Spain, Italy and Thailand
•Your best talent ?
I am very flexible and sometimes I even surprise myself with the things I can do.
•Summer or winter ?
Winter I love wearing winter clothes.
•What makes you happy ?
Food
•What makes you sad ?
Having nothing to eat
•Favorite meme ?
I can’t pick just one….. Questions: 1. If you can spent a whole day with anyone who would it be ? 2. Top 5 songs ? 3. Favorite animal? 4. Ever fallen in love ? 5. Last book you read ? 6.talk about your dream partner ? 7. Talk about a time you truly felt happy? 8. Dream vacation? 9. What’s you dream career ? 10. Favorite colors? 11. Sunsets or sunrise ? I tag @eatboo @v-non @ilsanz @eatnim @seunlight @fantaesyy @snhyk @violetnpurple @httpblur @parkpeachjinyoung @tzuhoe @vernonseggroll @zipandandragonfan And who ever wants to do it?