i blame it on sleep deprivation

If the world ever gets invaded by aliens I’ll def be that person who falls in love with one…as long as they’re not slimy. I draw the line at slimy. I reckon I could get past tentacles…they’d have to make me laugh though. With their personality I mean, not their tentacles. @kittlesandbugs I blame you and our three day discussion about Jaal’s neck flaps for this!

~Guys, guuuys...

I’ve just learnt that Ben Affleck:

- has taught himself Arabic

- speaks Spanish and French too

- is so good at doing impressions that when he did one to Morgan Freeman, it was so accurate Freeman told him, “You ever do that again, I’ll kill you”

- won $356,000 by winning the California State Poker Championships in June 2004 - defeating some of the best poker players in the world in the process

- filmed four movies simultaneously in 2001: Pearl Harbor, Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, Changing Lanes, and The Sum of All Fears 

- began an intense two-hour a day workout regime the day after he was cast as Batman

- received a lifetime ban from playing blackjack at the Las Vegas’ Hard Rock Casino due to his ‘counting cards’ skills


Which tells me:

1. He’s fucking smart. I mean, he can pick up/learn languages pretty well (one of which is Arabic, Damian are you listening and he majored in Middle Eastern Affairs in college) and he is a boss at poker/blackjack.

2. He’s a workaholic. Look, I’ve never made a film (or even a short video) in my entire life, but he did 4 in one year at the same time and I bet he’s done similar workloads throughout his career. Also, see: two-hour a day workout regime for more evidence.

3. He can do good enough impressions to freak the fuck out of God™.


Ergo

= Ben Affleck is well on his way to being Ultimate Batman

All Hail the mighty Bat!

Originally posted by ageofsuperheroes

(edit: someone didn’t like my previous gif-use due to literal-Superman-bashing, and I agreed. Sorry, I didn’t see Supes little face on the wee gif-screen. Here’s some batfleck just being the best Bat he can)

ignore me creepy internet researching the fuck out of him to get my hands on this info. i needed it to defend myself from absolutely no one. fucking fight me

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Why did this moment happen and why did i decide to gif it

Mother

A birthday present for @sweetlialia. I hope you like it!


When Draco slowly made his way to the floo network in St. Mungo’s it was late.

Incredibly late.

The only reason that he was making his way home at all, instead of sleeping in the chair on his mother’s bedside, was because he didn’t want to leave Harry alone again.

He’d been spending most of his time in the hospital ever since he’d found his mother’s limp form on the floor in the manor. She’d been dehydrated, underfed, running a high fever and her blood pressure was rocketing. Now, two weeks later, those symptoms had subsided, but Draco still hadn’t left her bedside up until now.

At first Harry had totally understood that Draco was spending his nights and days in hospital, and every lunch break he got the man had joined him at Narcissa’s bedside. But now, more than ten days later, Draco couldn’t help but shake the feeling that Harry was missing him. 

Or maybe missing was the wrong word, it was more like the man was disappointed somehow, or angry.

At any rate Harry hadn’t been spending his lunch breaks with Draco anymore, and the notes packed with the dinner he owled Draco were short, or sometimes not there at all. 

Of course it could be a lack of sleep making Harry so grumpy, but if that were the case it was still Draco’s fault. He knew damn well Harry couldn’t sleep alone without getting nightmares, yet he was ignoring that to sit at the bedside of the woman who had raised him, but who also wasn’t in mortal danger anymore.

All in all Draco was a nervous wreck once he finally reached the floo.

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Vet Tales, a-woo-oo...?

So Netflix added the 2015 Stanford Prison Experiment movie and hubby and I decided to watch it. The whole time we were turning to each other and saying “Ok but that’s what we do in basic” and “wtf how is this like basic”

Including

-regularly going by SSN/forgetting given name because we’ve adopted our surname

-punished for the sake of punishment

-emasculation upon entry and repeated emasculation throughout, notably emasculation via homophobic/transphobic assertions (now that sexism will garner an EO complaint)

-removal of identifying features aka hair and clothing

singling out deemed “troublemakers” and foster isolation between them and group

-repetition of tasks done competently just to fuck with you (there’s a scene in the movie where a character is forced to make his bed twelve times so that it is perfect while the beds next to him are BLATANTLY more fucked up than his. I felt like I was actually in basic again especially when the other prisoners tried to rush to help him to avoid punishment)

-tricky circular logic to make you wrong and them right

-mass punishment blamed on an individual to stimulate aggression at companions rather than authority

-purposeful sleep deprivation for authority amusement/displays of power

-promises they can’t hit you but does just about everything but that to make you jump, flinch, startle, or make you feel like you MIGHT get hit

-manipulation of past events by telling it their way and asserting you’re the one who’s wrong

-miserable food while assuring you it’s nutritious

-forbidding or discouraging socializing

-discouraging you from seeking higher authority or a doctor

-making you look pretty and proud for your loved ones when it counts

-assertion that there’s nothing wrong with your current situation. You’re just weak.

So like not to be morbid or anything but if you’re interested, the 2015 Stanford Prison Experiment by Kyle Patrick Alvarez is like too real for me tbh Literally me and hubby were blown away at how many times we saw common basic training practices in the movie like no joke - K

Edit: sorry for all that formatting trouble whew tumblr mobile amirite

Fire & Ice~ Chanyeol x reader mafia au (part.1)

Pt.2 Pt.3

Summary: being suddenly thrown into the world of guns and violence and torture wasn’t something you had planned to take over your life. But, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. In this world, there’s only retribution; no such thing as sentiments, or love. But…what is this strange, warm sensation you’re feeling when meeting this mysterious man and his friends? Could he get close enough to see who you really are, under this icy exterior? After all, you are the ruler. And this is your kingdom.

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader/ Exo x reader 

Words: 3,6k

TW: guns, mentions of blood, mentions of death, mentions of torture, mafia related violence- you know the drill~ 

If there is one thing in this violent, lust-filled world that you cherished and looked most forward to, it would have to be those quiet moments in the middle of the night. Where the usual nightlife is practically almost leaking through your bedroom, making you almost forget all those fake smiles and idle, sneaky threats woven into their conversations under the dim lights of the many downstairs rooms.

Those moments when, if you closed your eyes tight and long enough, it was almost as if your life was normal. But it was far from it.

And this particular night, however, did not include any peaceful moments; even if you did just slip away for a bit while no one noticed.

Claire De Lune” can be quietly heard playing from your vinyl record player, loud enough to almost drown out the chitchat and the music, though you suspected no one was dancing anyway.  


In deep thought, you absentmindedly looked around the dark bedroom, though it barely resembled a bedroom as it is. When you had first acquired it, it was an office with a huge, and quite honestly hideous table, you thought, with just a large leather couch facing it. Though it is- had been- your father’s old study, you had thought it best to erase any remaining personal touches of his, and his…multiple wives.

Not to say that the room looks like it should be featured in Home & Style or anything, but it sure had its charms. Plus, you never dared to use your old bedroom after everything that’s happened. Growing up too fast, that is.


You took a sharp breath and gathered the bed sheets into your fist lightly, wishing you’d drank another martini or two to keep you steady. It’s not that you were necessarily a heavy drinker, or a drinker at all…but your nerves seemed to always get the best of you when there’s work and pressure involved.

Usually you’d make light of these situations, thinking to yourself of how much bloodshed is avoided now that you were the head of this family, instead of your rather brutal and unforgiving father. You shuddered.

Best not think about that, not tonight.

It was only right, since the old man and those hags weren’t around anymore, you thought.

It belonged to you now, and so does the whole estate. Not mentioning the other areas in and around the state and this side of the country, of course.


A sudden knock interrupted your fast train of thought. Blinking drowsiness out of your heavy lids, you quickly shuffled off the king-sized bed and fixed your now wrinkled black dress. You always seemed to be getting lost in your collection of classical music, whether it’s zoning out or completely falling asleep- you mostly blamed that on the job, though. 


Before you could walk over to the ancient vinyl player and take the record off, you sighed out of annoyance as the knocking seemed to get louder and more aggravating.

“Yes, I’m coming….Jesus Christ.”

Throwing open the door probably wasn’t the best idea, having nearly been trampled over by your Second. The loud music and banter from downstairs made you slightly lightheaded, and the brightly dimmed hallway and staircase made you wince. Maybe you did have a couple drinks too many.


Normally he’d apologize for being clumsy, since it’s nothing new; but after securing your fall with his strong arms, his eyes bore into yours as soon as he closed the door behind him. Before you could even get a clear look at his face, you could tell Luhan was frowning.

“They’re here.” He announced. 

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Coincidence: Chapter 1

Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4  Chapter 5

Pairings: V (Taehyung) x reader

Gender: Female

Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerous man everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.

Genre: Mafia AU

Warnings: Cursing/swearing, slight violence (not a lot though)

Word Count: 1,110


It was late at night when you first saw him. You were on your way home from your job at the coffee shop and ready to go die in a hole. Work had tired you out even more than usual, and with finals coming up you had little to no time to relax. Why were finals even necessary? They barely even affected your grade! It feels like they were only put into this world to make you suffer.

You sighed as you continued walking home, ranting about finals in your sleep deprived mind. Suddenly, a strong gust of cold, winter air blew in your face, almost throwing you to the ground.

“At this rate I’m gonna catch a cold,” you sighed, annoyed at the fact that the only reason you were walking home was because your friend failed to pick you up. Well, you couldn’t blame her, it was almost one in the morning, who would come and pick you up at this hour?  

“For fucks sake, why didn’t I buy a car!” you whined, feeling all the stress that has been piling up on you slowly leave your body. You shouldn’t throw a tantrum in the street, it’ll draw unwanted attention to yourself, and that’s the last thing you want to deal with at the moment. You took a deep breath and continued walking.

“Hey! He’s trying to run, get him!” a deep voice shouted from an alley a few feet ahead.

Suddenly, a well-dressed man came dashing out of the alley, heading straight for you. You quickly jumped out of his way, hiding behind a few trashcans. This wasn’t a bad neighborhood, was it? You have never seen any gang members lurking around this part of the city, why are they a threat now? You peeked out from the side of the trashcan to see where the man had gone. He was fast, he was almost close enough to (what you assumed to be) his car. However, he wasn’t fast enough. Three beefy men soon came out of the alley running twice his speed, tackling him to the ground in no time. Suddenly, you heard a deep laugh come from the direction of the alley.

“You thought you could get away, cute,” the mysterious man laughed once again.

Was this the gang leader? What if he saw you? Would you get mugged too? He slowly walked over to the struggling man. One thing you noticed right off the bat was that all these people were so well dressed. They can’t be gangsters, can they? They were all well-dressed, so they obviously had no need for money. Who were they, then? Nevertheless, you still were scared to the point where you could piss yourself.

Once the man finally reached the others he reached into his pocket and took out a gun. It took you every ounce of strength in your body to refrain from screaming. What the fuck! Holy shit, was he going to shoot him?

“I suggest you stop struggling and we can get down to business, now, where’s the money you owe?” the man questioned while pointing the gun to the other’s head.

“I don’t owe you anything, V, it’s the boss that does.”

V, what type of name was that? That can’t be his real name.

“Well then, where’s the money that ‘the boss’ owes?” V growled.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?” the other man replied rudely. V nodded to the two beefy men holding the other down. One of the men held the victim in place while the other kicked him in the gut, causing him to spit out blood.

“I advise you to not give me an attitude, and I might let you go alive,” he said, smiling sadistically.

The man took many deep breathes before answering. He look like he was about to pass out from the amount of pain he received.

“Come on, what do they call you? Oh, yes, Jackson Wang, isn’t it? Come on, Jackson, just tell me where the money is and I’ll let you go home to your family and friends. Doesn’t that sound nice?” V urged on the man called Jackson with a teasing tone, as if this was all a game to him.

As bad as it sounds, you didn’t want anything to do with this right now, it all seemed so surreal. Deep down, you really wanted to help Jackson, clearly this wasn’t his fault, it was his boss’s fault. However, right now your priority was to get home and get to bed. All you had to do was get out of the area as quietly as possible. That shouldn’t be so hard right? You carefully started to crawl away from the trashcans and in the direction of your home. However, luck didn’t seem to be on your side today when you knocked over one of the trashcans you were hiding behind.

“Shit”, you cursed, drawing V and his henchmen’s attention towards you, conveniently giving Jackson the chance to escape and get in his car.

“Get her!” V yelled at his henchmen, causing you to run like you were in the Olympics.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered as you ran along the sidewalk, heading towards Downtown. They wouldn’t be able to get you there, there should still be an abundance of people even if it’s late at night, not to mention all the lights. Your adrenaline was through the roof right now, making you run the fastest you’ve ran.

“Speed up you dumb asses! She’s getting away!” you heard V yell behind you.

It didn’t matter if they sped up now, however. Downtown was right in sight, and, just as you had predicted, it was still bustling with people despite the time. You quickly ran into the crowd, hoping to make them lose sight of you. Luckily, you looked back just in time to catch the three men heading back the direction you came from.

“Holy shit, I need to start working out,” you breathed out as your adrenaline high came down and the fatigue hit you like a bus. On the bright side, you got away from those men, and even saved a man’s life! However, what still plagued your mind was the fact that they weren’t gangsters. They were too well-dressed to be gangsters, so what were they? Why did they have guns? Why did Jackson’s “boss” even owe money in the first place? You shook these thoughts from your head and started walking back home once again, but one thought didn’t seem to go away.

Why was V so attractive?            

JD x Reader - Nightmares (FLUFF)

WC: ?

Requested: Yes! By @take-a-look-the-invisible-girl ((I hope this is okay! By all means, tell me if it isn’t. I’ll gladly fix it!))

Summary: the reader has been having awful nightmares and it leads to one bad school day and a whole lot of fluff!

Warnings: swearing, alluding to murder (is that even a warning??)

(S/n) = school name
(Y/b/n) = your bully’s name

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Blood. There was blood everywhere you looked, running red rivers turned into oceans. At your feet, the cold and stiff hand of your mother had fallen. Just moments ago, you had watched her scream and beg for her life. You tried to run towards her, to save her. But your feet were planted forcefully to the spot, ensuring you could see as the tall black figure plunged a knife into her neck. Her pale and lifeless eyes gazed up at you, her mouth hung open in terror.

Without warning, her corpse unleashed an ungodly screech, jolting you out of your nightmare.

Sweat poured from your body as you peeled your pyjama top off of you and sighed. This was the 4th nightmare of the week and it was only Wednesday. You just couldn’t do it anymore. Every night and nap, without fail, you were forced to watch as everyone you loved was slaughtered right before your eyes. Your mother, your father, your sibling and even your boyfriend.

The cruel face of the alarm clock read 3:52am. The red numbers blinked at you furiously, angry at your presence. Maybe JD would be awake right now…

To: JD🖤
From: (y/n/n)💙
You awake..? X

You hovered over the send button for a while before deciding against it. He’d probably just get mad…

‘Fuck it’, you though. If the nightmares wouldn’t stop, you’d just stop sleeping. Tying your (h/l) (h/c) up in a messy ponytail, you pull out a book and begin to read until the sun came up.

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Arriving at (s/n), you’re greeted by the usual smirk of your boyfriend, Jason 'JD’ Dean. In his hand, a blue raspberry slushee cup.
“Care for a hit?” He asked you, swinging an arm around your shoulder. “You look like you could use it.”
Glaring slightly, you take the cup and drink fast, causing a searing cold to tear through your mind like a blade.
“Fuck!” You exclaim, making JD chuckle.
“Did you sleep at all, (y/n/n)?” He asks, sarcasm dripping from his blue tongue.
“Did you?” You quip back, hoping to turn the conversation around. He doesn’t need to know, you think.
“Not at all, actually. I was… busy.” He replies with an air of caution in his voice. You cock your head with confusion, like a lost puppy, but shrug it off.

Walking down the halls was weird. Blame it on sleep loss but something felt different. As though somebody was missing… It took about an hour or so but eventually, it clicked. (Y/b/n) wasn’t there! You asked around but nobody seemed to know. Apparently they’re sick? Something about that didn’t sound quite right. But your mind was too foggy with sleep deprivation to care too much.

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Days without sleep turned to weeks and each day, your brain became foggier. (Y/b/n) had yet to return to school and an investigation was now underway. You prayed they wouldn’t call on you for a statement, knowing that no coherent words would form from your lips. As luck would have it, you had only had to face 2 tests in the last three weeks, both of which you failed pitifully. It was getting bad… Noticeably so.

JD had been trying incredibly hard to find out what was wrong with you but you kept your mouth shut tight.
He doesn’t need to know.
He began to wonder if someone was bullying you and became extremely intent on finding out who. When his searches came up empty, he was frantic.
“Who is it? You’ve GOT to tell me! Is it Jack? Katie? Betty?” He was jumping up and down in the hallway, trench coat swinging as he went. To you, he looked hilarious but adorable. Like a dog with a bone, he kept throwing out names in hopes of a reaction.

As you walked, the hallway began to stretch and distort before your eyes. The words that your boyfriend was speaking began to float away into white noise, barely audible over the pounding of your heart. Slowly, every colour fused into one largely white blob and your knees caved underneath you. The last thing you remember was JD screaming your name. You closed your eyes, waiting for the impact of the solid floor but… it never came. Instead, you felt calloused hands on your bare arm before everything went black.

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“JD!! No! Please don’t die, please! You can fight him! Please!” You screamed. The familiar scene of torture unfolded in front of you, this time your trench coat clad boyfriend was the victim. The deep red seemed almost neon against his black attire, his screams shook to your core.
Not again…
You look down to see your wrists shaking, nails drawing blood from your palms. You push harder, trying to move. Nothing.

“(Y/n), sweetheart? I heard screaming. What’s going o-” Your mother enters the scene. As quickly as she’s there, she’s gone. Writhing on the floor in agony, you watch the features etched onto her face go stiff.
This continues as your father, best friend, sibling and other friends of yours enter and die. It’s almost like a conveyor belt in a sick and sadistic factory. Around your feet, corpses litter the floor. Each face filled with its own tragedy.

Wake up… please wake up…

“Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh!”

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“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” Your boyfriend says frantically, watching your body contort with pain. Tears flood down your cheeks, hands balled up in fists around the white sheets.

Finally, you wake with a deep and throaty scream. Your voice is hoarse from the internalised screams. Without even acknowledging he was there, you roll over to JD and clutch onto the thick black fabric of his coat.
“(Y/n),” he begins, a tone of anger in his voice. “What the hell happened?! You blacked out! And now this!”
Teary eyed, you look up to him and sniff.
“I… I kept having these n nightmares and I I couldn’t sleep so I just s stopped sleeping.” You stammer out, feeling weak and weary. You hear the boy above you sigh with disappointment. You shut your eyes tight, preparing for him to shout.

Instead, you feel his arms pull you close to his body. Allowing all anger leave his body in the remnants of a head shake, he rests his head atop yours.
“W why aren’t you mad..?” You question, voice trembling.
“I am mad, (y/n). But we can talk about this later. Right now, you need to sleep.”

With that, he places a gentle kiss atop your (h/c) hair and intertwines his legs with yours. For the first time in weeks, you feel safe. Your eyelids flutter shut as you press your body further into his. For the first time, you sleep peacefully.

“I love you, (y/n)” you hear him mutter to himself. Knowing he didn’t want you to hear that, you just smile to yourself.

That night, you dreamt of him. Alive, well and in love.

Fake Chats #201
  • Jungkook: you're not as tall as I am.
  • Jimin: ?
  • Jungkook: Yoongi-hyung said to find a new joke.
  • Jimin: that's the same joke, you just rephrased it.
  • Jungkook: it's different.
  • Jimin: also, it's not a joke. It's a fact. Like, if we stand up, you will, IN FACT, be taller than me.
  • Jungkook: ?
  • Jimin: so maybe you SHOULD find a new joke.
  • Jungkook: your voice is high.
  • Jimin: a NEW joke, Kookie.
  • Jungkook: your hands are small.
  • Jimin: old news.
  • Jungkook: you look like a kid?
  • Jimin: I'll blame this on sleep deprivation and not kick you out of my bed.
  • Jungkook: you-
  • Jimin: are about to kick you out of my bed.
  • Jungkook: goodnight.