i give up i'm so sleepy

I am really tired yall.

Lemme just preface this with saying that I am a writer. I have been writing for most of my life. I have taken actual classes about writing and about what fiction can offer you, me, and people as a whole. I have won an award for something that I wrote. I know and love fiction, be it in written form, graphic novels, or film. It is all so good and complex and it’s something I am passionate about. That said, let’s get into this.

A good majority of the discourse that goes on in most of the fandoms I’m in stem from the idea that violence and forbidden sexual acts in fiction will encourage those actions in reality. It is important to know, firstly, that the only time this happens is when a person is immature enough or not mentally healthy enough to distinguish reality from fiction. Growing up, my parents would often stop horror movies (back when I first started watching them) to ask me questions. To be fair, they were pretty shitty people, but in this one aspect, they were so good about making sure I knew this difference. “You know this is just a movie, right? None of the stuff on the tv is real.” They’d assure before continuing the film.

It’s not real.

Now, half of the stuff I read or watched back then was nowhere near pushing boundaries or making me think critically about society or whatever. However, I knew that what I watched wasn’t real. It was images on a screen. If I don’t like what I’m seeing, I can walk away. It doesn’t have to affect me, personally,  unless I let it.

Now, lets circle back. School. College. I took a writing class that used this book:

Granted, it was a screenwriting class and most of the chapters were about various script formats, but the beginning chapters focused on why we write and why we make the stories we do.

It had a section in it describing how human needs and desires are met through fiction. It detailed those needs in a list. This list:

Please draw your attention to the ones on the list that say that fictions helps people to:

Be purged of unpleasant emotions

To have vicarious but controlled emotional experiences

To confront, in a controlled situation, the horrible and terrible

To explore taboo subjects without guilt

Just because you personal don’t need various forms of ‘taboo’ media, doesn’t mean that others don’t. Media, in all of its forms, is a way for people to explore things safely. It’s an outlet that doesn’t harm anyone and it offers the creator and viewer/reader a safe way of exploring the complexities of situations (or in some cases relationships) that these people do not want to be involved in irl. Because we can distinguish reality from fiction. Because none of us are going out killing people or getting into abusive relationships or fucking our sibling.

While being critical of the media we consume is important and it is vital to dissect the whys of the media being created, there is a line between creating open discussion about these taboos, about the society and personal experiences that makes one need these outlets, and verbally abusing and harassing strangers.

If you want to create a dialogue about media or a ship you don’t agree with, fine. Talk about it. Dissect it. Really dig deep into the human condition and the psychology behind these outlets, but don’t shame people for them to the point of telling them to kill themselves or telling them they are human garbage or what the fuck ever.

Fiction isn’t always meant to be picturesque. It’s not always going to be SFW. If that isn’t your cup of tea, then great. Stop going into the tags of things that make you feel unhealthy. You do you. Keep yourself safe. Stop continuously exposing yourself to content that you can’t swallow. To keep getting involved, to keep harassing people, to keep abusing strangers shows that you don’t give a damn about the content. You need an excuse to bully someone else and indulge in holier-than-thou circle jerks with other people who also have no sense of what fiction is for.

Texting your sugar daddy like
  • You: I had such a wonderful evening tonight! The drinks were to die for and the cuisine was just divine. I loved the way you spoke to me and showed me off. You really made me feel special. Thank you for the lovely gift and giving me the chance to get all dolled up and feel like a princess. Anyways, I'm sleepy, so I'll text you tomorrow! xoxo
  • Him: lol ur cute gn :)
BTS Reaction to you falling asleep on a long drive.


Originally posted by bwiseoks

-Turns the music on, but keeps it low so that he won’t fall asleep behind the wheel
-Thinks you’re cute but doesn’t say or do anything except sneak a few glances
-Hopefully doesn’t crash the car
-No promises
*No More Dream flashbacks*


Originally posted by syubto

-Smiles really cutely but tries not to look
-May or may not pull over and take a few pictures
-He needs them to look at when he gets sad for blackmail
-The music was already on but he turns it down just in case
-Continues driving like normal but with a small smile


Originally posted by myloveseokjin

-What do you expect from literal sunshine tries so hard not to squeal because he doesn’t want to wake you up
-Squeals quietly
-Keeps looking at you and almost crashes once or twice before he decides it’d be best to just stop for the night
-Finds the nearest hotel and carries you in to cuddle because he can’t focus when you’re looking so cute right next to him, damn you. 


Originally posted by mn-yg

-Unlike the others, he doesn’t smile when he sees you asleep on the other side of the car
-Wakes you up 
-Because he ain’t the one drIVINg have you forgotten he has no lICENSE (correct me if i’m wrong, but i dont think he does)


Originally posted by jimiyoong

-Wakes you up because he doesn’t have his license either i dont think, but he kinda smiles through the fear a little bit because you’re cute
-Feels bad because you need sleep, offers to drive
-Ya’ll end up stopping for the night 


Originally posted by mvssmedia

(Idk if he has his license, i looked it up and some ppl say yes and others say no so someone else is driving y’all)

-Takes pictures and smiles like a cute little puppy at your sleeping form
-Moves you to lean on him and makes sure you’re comfortable
-Your comfort is his #1 priority
-Probably takes more pictures and sends them to the rest of the boys bragging on how cute you are
-Better hope you’re a pretty sleeper


Originally posted by askmeifimadalek

-’How do they look so cute sleeping
-Jungshook activate
-Doesn’t know if he should touch you or give you his Jacket or just leave you to sleep or what
-Turns the radio off all together
-Drives in silence with slightly wide eyes trying to figure out how to make himself seem really cool if you wake up
-’I never asked for another Park Jimin’


  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Daddy:</b> Baby, you gotta wake up. It's time to get ready.<p/><b>Baby:</b> But daddy, I don't waaanna go and work. I'm too tired.<p/><b>Daddy:</b> But sweetheart, if you go and get everything done, I'll give you a special surprise.<p/><b>Baby:</b> New stuffie? Sweets? What do I get daddy!<p/><b>Daddy:</b> You'll just have to wait and see.<p/><b>Baby:</b> Bleh *closes eyes* I'll live without it.<p/><b>Daddy:</b> My cute little sleepyhead. Now come on, let's get you dressed so you can get a special new stuffie afterwards.<p/><b>Baby:</b> *gasp* Okay daddy! 💕 I suddenly don't feel sleepy anymore!<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

so i didn’t know that Neil casually/accidentally wearing a crop top was a kink of mine??

- neil stumbling out of the bedroom in the morning with bed hair and wearing an old dryer-shrunken exy shirt
- that’s tight around his broad shoulders and wayyyy too short neilhowdidyounotnotice
- and andrew’s eyes go directly to his toned, tan stomach
- and Neil smiles really affectionately and sleepily at him and keeps walking to the kitchen
- so andrew gets a perfect view as he walks away of his tapered waist and the dimples on his lower back
- andrew had stopped talking to Nicky mid-sentence (not that Nicky noticed, he’s too busy staring at that fine piece of- neil too), and now he looks back at Nicky and growls “get out”
- and then he’s throwing himself over the back of the couch and heading towards neil
- who is now leaning against the counter and watching andrew’s approach
- I can’t decide if he has a shitty face because he knows exactly what he’s doing by wearing that ‘shirt’ or if he has whydoesandrewlooklikehesgoingtokillme face because he actually has no idea what he’s doing
- Andrew takes the coffee mug out of Neil’s hands and puts it on the counter next to them, gets in real close and asks, deep and gravely, “yes or no”
- Neil’s eyes widen and he says “yes” (soft and mumbly ‘cause he’s still waking up)((friends sleepy neil kills me))
- andrew puts his hands on Neil’s waist, lets his fingers trail up under the hem of the shirt, feeling both the silky smooth (and warm, so warm) skin and the striations of Neil’s scars
- Neil doesn’t say anything, he just watches Andrew’s enraptured face
- There’s a minute or two of Andrew just touching Neil and running his hands (and maybe mouth once or twice) over Neil’s bared skin
- and then Andrew’s hands move back up Neil’s sides again but take the fabric with them and neil gets the hint
- then they do it in the kitchen
- Neil keeps the shirt and maybe ‘accidentally’ shrinks a few more

idk just forever give me Neil not knowing how stupidly attractive he is and Andrew having problems keeping his hands off because of it

Jyn Erso x Reader
Word Count: 1,110

Description: Jyn is a frequent visitor to the medbay, and with those visits come a friendship along with a little something more.

You remember the first time you met Jyn, the way she had walked so calmly into the medbay as if there wasn’t a bloody gash obscuring her left forearm. She was calm, a little lightheaded though it was to be expected with an injury as serious as her own.

She felt differently.

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blitzdragonking  asked:

Thanks for the reply. By the way, the manga on the manga website have only until chapter 25.

Do you mean on batoto? ‘Cause I know crunchyroll has up through volume 4/chapter 35.5, but that requires a subscription account to read, I think.

I won’t be posting anything chrunchyroll already has, btw, and if/when they release future volumes I’ll probably take down the translations I’ve done for those chapters. I’m not a professional translator by any means, after all, and I want to encourage people to support the official release as much as possible. I hope that answers any questions you had. ^^

Time Transcending

Ichabod Crane x Reader

Word Count: 1,521

Warnings: none 

Summary: What are you, Ichabod’s past lover from the 18th century, doing here in modern time Sleepy Hollow?  

A/N: A big thank you to @bovaria for helping me with this and looking it over for me when I finished and another thank you to both @elyshakate and @bovaria for continually encouraging me to do this :) Love you girls loads!! :* Feedback would be very helpful in deciding if I should do a part 2 or not!!

Originally posted by tonight-you-are-my-little-bitch

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5SOS Preference #3: Family (His Point Of View)
  • Calum Hood: "Whoa! Slow down, tiger." I say as I scoop up my two year old boy, Ryder, into my arms.
  • He giggles as he wraps his little arms around my neck while I walk into the kitchen.
  • "What's for lunch today, huh?" I ask out loud as I open the pantry with my open hand.
  • "We got Mac 'n Cheese." I smile but Ryder shakes his head very quickly.
  • "Nuh uh." He says.
  • "Okay..." I say before searching again.
  • "How about-"
  • "I got us McDonalds." A familiar voice says behind me.
  • I turn around and smile at my beautiful (Y/N), who is just glowing with pregnancy.
  • She sets the McDonald's bags on the counter.
  • "Mama!" My son squeals once he see's his mom, trying to wiggle out of my reach.
  • I laugh before setting him down and watch him run to (Y/N).
  • She kneels down and opens her arms out for him.
  • "There's my little man." She says while wrapping her arms around Ryder.
  • I smile as I watch them.
  • "Did you get me nuggets?" He asks, pulling away.
  • "Sure did." She says then kisses his cheek before getting up slowly.
  • "How about you go sit down," I say to Ryder as I walk to them. "While I make your plate, okay bud?"
  • He nods his head before storming into the dining room.
  • I grab (Y/N)'s hands in mine.
  • "Hello my love." I say before kissing her.
  • "Mmmm, hello Calum." She says, breathlessly with her eyes closed.
  • "How was your appointment?"
  • "It was good." She says with a smile.
  • "It was just 'good?'"
  • I laugh as I open the food's bag and start pulling out Ryder's fries and nuggets. She opens the other bag and starts pulling out food also.
  • "Yeah. It's just the uh same old check up on the baby." She says as she eats a fry.
  • "Well good." I say before walking to the fridge to grab the ketchup. "Everything's going alright?"
  • "Everything's wonderful." I hear (Y/N) say.
  • I close the door once I grappled the ketchup.
  • "I'm very glad to hear." I say as I squirt ketchup onto the plate.
  • "Mama! Dada! Nuggets!" Ryder shouts.
  • She laughs before grabbing his plate and walking out to our son.
  • "Here's your lunch, my prince!" I hear her say as I start grabbing out our food.
  • Ryder mumbles something that I can't understand. I bet his mouth is stuffed with a nugget.
  • "Baby?" I hear my bride call for me.
  • "Yes?" I say while squirting ketchup on my plate and hers.
  • "Can you grab Ry's toy? It's in our food bag."
  • I put my hand inside the bag and pull out some napkins and two toys.
  • Two toys?
  • I look at them both. One's a teenage mutant ninja turtle and one's a hello kitty.
  • Weird. We usually never get two toys.
  • "Uh...(Y/N)?" I ask as I walk out to the the dining room.
  • She sits next to Ryder, who is inhaling his lunch, but turns her head towards me.
  • "Did you ask for two toys?"
  • I hold to up the two toys for her to see.
  • She smirks.
  • "Calum," she says as she gets up. "The turtle is for Ryder and the kitten is for our new addition."
  • My eyes go wide and I instantly smile.
  • "A girl?" I whisper before wrapping my arms around her waist.
  • (Y/N) nods and kisses my lips.
  • "Ryder!" I say after pulling away.
  • He lifts his head up, his cheeks puffed out.
  • "You're gonna have a sister!" My wife and I say together, excitedly.
  • But we get a groan in return but we laugh.
  • Ashton Irwin: "Like this, watch daddy." I say to my son, Austin, as I pat on the pot with a beat with my youngest son, Jacob, sitting between my legs.
  • "Now you try." I say before handing it to him.
  • Austin starts banging on it, hard.
  • All three of us are sitting on the kitchen floor with pots, pans, spoons and wooden spoons surrounding us.
  • My three year old giggles at his five year old brother's actions.
  • "I'm a rockstar!" Austin shouts while banging harder.
  • "Yeah you are." I say with a laugh before grabbing a wooden spoon and a plastic bowl. "Now use these two."
  • I hand them over to him and he starts to pound again.
  • "I try." Jacob says while reaching over and grabbing a metal spoon.
  • I place a metal pot in front of him and he pats the pot gently.
  • I lean back on my hands, smiling proudly at my little musicians.
  • I'm glad it's entertaining them.
  • "Jakey, can I try?" Austin asks his brother if he could borrow his pot and spoon.
  • "What do you say?" I ask Austin.
  • "Please?"
  • Jacob holds his pot and spoon close to him.
  • "Nooo." He says.
  • "But Jacob." My eldest whines.
  • "Nooo."
  • "You have to share, Jacob." I say, sternly.
  • He pouts and then gives the pot and spoon to his brother.
  • "Thank you." Austin says before making loud noise.
  • "Here you go, bud." I say before placing a plastic bowl in front of Jacob and handing him a spoon.
  • Banging fills the kitchen again.
  • "I'm making a song daddy." Austin says, patting the pan softly.
  • "It sounds good!"
  • "What's going on here?" I hear (Y/N) ask.
  • The banging suddenly stops and I turn my head.
  • She stands with her hands on her hips and her hair wrapped up in a towel.
  • "We're making music, mommy!" Jacob says, excitedly.
  • "You are?" She asks with a smile.
  • The boys nod their heads.
  • "Soon, we're gonna be like daddy!" Austin chirps.
  • "That's great."
  • "But we're gonna be better than daddy." Jacob says while nodding his head, being completely serious.
  • "Really?" My wife says, trying not to laugh.
  • My boys all nod their heads again.
  • "Well alright. I'll let you guys get back to working. But please, keep the noise down a little."
  • "Okay mommy." Austin says.
  • "You got it, dude." Jacob says with a thumbs up.
  • (Y/N) smiles yet again, giving them a wink.
  • Then the boys start rocking again.
  • She then leaves the kitchen but I get up and follow her.
  • "You're crazy, Irwin." My wife says, obviously knowing that I'm following her.
  • "I know I am but they're really entertained." I say with a smile.
  • She turns around.
  • "You made a big mistake now." She says. "Because that's all they're gonna wanna do."
  • "I know and I'm sorry." I say before kissing her lips.
  • "Uh huh. And I hope I'm not the one picking up that mess in there Ashton."
  • "You won't. We'll pick it up." I whisper to (Y/N).
  • "Okay."
  • Then we kiss again and then the drumming stops.
  • "Austin!" I hear Jacob whine.
  • "Boys," I shout after pulling away. "You better share or no more music time."
  • "But daddy!" Austin cries.
  • Michael Clifford: "Boys, listen to daddy alright?" I kneel down to my two, four year old boys so that we're all face to face.
  • "We gotta be extra careful when we see mommy and Aubrey, okay?" I ask looking back and forth at my two twins.
  • "And quiet too?" Nick asks.
  • "Very quiet. Understand?"
  • Zach and Nick nod their heads.
  • "Good. Now let's go see your sister and mama."
  • I get up and hold both of my hands out to them, they each take a hand.
  • We walk into the hospitals sliding doors and go into an elevator.
  • "Is nana and pop pop coming?" Zach asks, looking up at me while the elevator goes up.
  • I nod my head and he shrieks.
  • "Uncle Cal and uncle Ash?" Nick asks, politely.
  • "Don't forget uncle Luke!" Zach says pointing his index finger at his brother.
  • I chuckle.
  • "They'll come later on." I say.
  • Then the elevator doors open up.
  • "This way." I say while turning us to the left.
  • Once we arrive to (Y/N)'s hospital room, I look down to my boys.
  • "You ready?"
  • They both nod their heads quickly.
  • "Mommy!" The boys whisper loudly once I opened the door. They ran to her bed side.
  • "There they are." My bride says groggily, kissing each of their heads.
  • "I missed you two so much."
  • "Where is she? Where is she?" Zach asks, jumping with excitement.
  • "She's coming, don't you two worry. Come and sit with me."
  • I walk over to them and grab Nick and set him next to (Y/N) and then Zach and set him next to her on her other side.
  • She takes each of their hands in hers.
  • "Oh and hello Michael." She smiles at me.
  • I smile and kiss her lips, getting an "ewww" from Nicholas and Zachary.
  • "Hello baby." I whisper.
  • "Mr. and Mrs. Clifford?" A voice says behind me.
  • I turn around and smile brightly at the nurse who's holding Aubrey.
  • "Whoa." I hear Zach whisper in awe.
  • I walk to her and reach for my little sunshine.
  • "Thank you." I say as I take her in my arms, cradling her.
  • She smiles and then leaves.
  • Aubrey sleeps peacefully in her pink blanket. She has on a tiny pink beanie on her little head.
  • "Hello my angel."
  • I kiss her forehead and then turn around gently for the boys to see.
  • I walk over to the bed and hand her over to (Y/N).
  • "She's so pretty." Nick whispers while watching his mom place her into her arms.
  • "And so tiny." Zach says.
  • The twins eyes never leave their sister.
  • (Y/N) smiles down at Aubrey and then up at me.
  • I smile at her.
  • "You guys like her?" I say after a few minutes of them staring.
  • I walk over to them and watch her also.
  • "I love her!" Zach says before placing a soft kiss on her head.
  • "She's a keeper." Nick says while looking up to me and nodding his head.
  • Luke Hemmings: "I found my sweet escape when I'm alone with you." I whisper-sing to my two month old baby girl.
  • Ella watches me as she blinks heavily. She's trying so hard to stay awake.
  • I chuckle lowly before kissing her soft cheek.
  • "You're not gonna give up, are you?" I ask and she squirms.
  • I sway side to side slowly, trying to make her fall asleep. Her sleepy wailing woke me up and I immediately came in to check on my princess.
  • "Go to sleep, sweetheart." I whisper to her.
  • Ella's eyelids start to droop even more and then they fully close.
  • I smile, proud of myself that I got her to finally sleep.
  • I keep swaying just in case she wakes up.
  • "She asleep?" I hear a whisper behind me.
  • I turn around slowly and find my (Y/N) leaning on the door post.
  • I smile at her and nod.
  • She walks over to me to check on our daughter.
  • "She's so beautiful." She says before kissing her head. "I love her to pieces."
  • "I hope she's a daddy's girl." I whisper while looking at my baby.
  • (Y/N) sighs.
  • "They always are."
  • I try not to laugh.
  • Ella starts to squirm a little, she makes a whimpering noise but her eyes are still closed.
  • "Shhh." I say softly to her. "Daddy's here."
  • "So is mama." My wife says with a smile.
  • "Quit being so jealous." I say to her, playfully.
  • (Y/N) shrugs.
  • We watch our little pumpkin after a few moments before laying her down in her crib.
  • "Goodnight my love." I whisper while taking (Y/N)'s hand.
  • Ella sighs happily.
  • "I want more." I say after I breathe in.
  • "What?"
  • Her grip tightens on my hand.
  • "Not now but later." I say before looking at her.
  • "Of course." She says before kissing my hand.
  • "Just think about all the other beautiful babies we'll make." I say as I lean in.
  • I peck her lips.
  • "I know but let's just worry about what we have now."
  • I nod my head.
  • "But we'll defiantly have more?"
  • "Yes, Luke." (Y/N) says before I kiss her again.
  • Man, do I love my girls.

Does anyone else find that they are more awake at night then they are in the day?

Does anyone else find that they have more energy at night and feel like they could run a marathon?

Does anyone else know what it feels like to be alone in the house because everyone else is asleep, getting nervous at the creeks of the house that no one else hears?

Does anyone else snack on food while they wait patiently for their body to get tired?

Does anyone else reply on films, Twitter and tumblr to get them through until 4am until they get sleepy?

Does anyone else panic when they aren’t asleep at 3am but have to get up at 6am for school/work?

That’s insomnia for you, and it’s a bitch.


Old habits, his old demons welcome him from right where he left them shattered in pieces as the course of his relationship progressed forward— well, he can give a personal testimony that these fears kept whispering to him in the dead of night that he would fuck this up, for lack of better language or term. And he’s done exactly that. 

Now he’s added more demons to the pile and he can’t say that he regrets it. He can’t say how he feels regarding everything, but he does feel as if he’s at fault for all this. And more often than not he can still feel him in his mind— though fortunately, this works towards his benefit. 

Blythe hasn’t seen Xavier since that night, yet he feels as close to the other as ever regardless of the space he’s managed to maintain between them. And Blythe knows, that even if their separation had of been a mutual affair Xavier still wouldn’t be able to disconnect his mind from Blythe…

So it comes as no surprise to either of them when Blythe ends up in Xavier’s apartment again after 4 months. 

Blythe raises a hand to shield his face from the offending sunlight, doing little to relieve him of his hangover. Mentally, he curses at his past self for not pressing the impending issue of skylights in the kitchen being the bane of his existence, more now than ever. Blythe continues to stumble his way around the kitchen, heading straight for the drawer with the painkillers in it. 

He pours himself a copious amount into the palm of his hand he swallow them all, a hand covers his and he looks up. Xavier stares down at him, concern written all over his face— panic even. 

“When I thought: Lord, I just want to take all the pain away I was referring to my hang over.” 

Xavier lets go, but only leaves a couple of the pills in the palm of Blythe’s hand. After he dumps the remainder of the pills back into their rightful container, he hands Blythe a glass of water which Blythe drinks without hesitation. And it feels out of place how familiar this all is, like he never left. 

Blythe wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, thinking about things like how Xavier is abandoning one of his lectures for the college to watch over him. And if he were to look inside Xavier’s closet he’d find his old clothes in there exactly as he left them 4 months ago. 

Only, he can’t go bring himself into their old shared bedroom and he’s thankful that Xavier doesn’t pressure him nor judge him for last night, for Blythe being too high to question why Xavier didn’t take him to Juwon’s apartment instead, yet sober enough to insist that he sleeps on the couch. And then he burst into tears while sitting on said couch as he cried his heart out on Xavier’s shirt until he fell asleep. But even in his drunken slumber he can’t chase away the dreams.

Dreams that are the dark child born from someone else’s memories and Blythe’s fear. In these dreams he isn’t the one strapped to the table. It’s one of his siblings screaming while his father watches the chemicals have their effect, waiting for a reaction, thinking: that he’ll keep trying, moving from one child of his to the next until he makes that spark happen.   

The dreams always end the same way with Xavier standing by his father’s side.

Yet when Blythe looks at Xavier now it’s so easy to fall back into his old habits to love him being this close in proximity. This time he’s completely sober, so he does the most rational thing he’s done in months. He kisses him, and kisses him again, and again unable to break the grip Xavier  has on his heart. 

Yuuri getting on Viktor's nerves on purpose
  • Yuuri: *Instagram taping of course, that's my thing now 😂*
  • Viktor: *Sleeping in bed*
  • Yuuri: it's time to get up, it's ten AM.
  • Viktor: *inaudible*
  • Yuuri:
  • Yuuri: Alright, time for my daily stress release,
  • Yuuri: *literally jumps on Viktor*
  • Viktor: *Groans, before laughing, sleepy face being taped* You're morning persona is so problematic for me
  • Yuuri: *smugly* You're generally problematic for me
  • Viktor: *gapes humorously*
  • *Video ends.*
  • .
  • Yuuri: *taping Viktor with no shirt*
  • Viktor: *Searching for a shirt* *to himself* where the hell are they?
  • Yuuri: *Smug asf*I kinda get why you hide my shirts all the time, it's a good show watching you search.
  • Viktor: *grins looking at camera* Did you take my shirts?
  • Yuuri: And I'm not giving them back, I'm being brought back to when you showed up at my house, and told me you were gonna be my coach while naked.
  • Viktor: *slightly red as he laughs turning away*
  • Yuuri: wait!
  • Viktor: *turns and looks expectantly*
  • Yuuri: *points the camera up and down at him* okay you can go.
  • Viktor: *laughing as video ends*
  • .
  • *Both on couch, Yuuri laying back on Viktor, before Viktor noticing he's being taped*
  • Viktor: Wasn't this suppose to be a date day? You said no Instagram on date days.
  • Yuuri: Do you abide by that rule ever?
  • Viktor:
  • Yuuri:
  • Yuuri: then I guess I can do it, huh?
  • .
  • *Stilled on couch altered but pretty much the same position, watching TV*
  • Viktor: After we're married no Instagram tapes
  • Yuuri: Nah, imma keep doin' it.
  • Viktor: *Grins laughing* you just completely disregarded me.
  • Yuuri:
  • Yuuri: I don't care, imma keep doin' it.
  • Viktor: put the phone away!
  • *Ends with Yuuri giggles*
  • .
  • *Viktor looking pouty, and Yuuri still laying on him*
  • Yuuri: Hey, Viktor.
  • Viktor: *See's phone, then rolls his eyes* Yuuri, I swear to go--
  • Yuuri: just listen,
  • Viktor: *pouts and does what he's told*
  • Yuuri: *just looks at him smiling for a moment*
  • Yuuri: I love you
  • Viktor: *turns bright red at how he was genuine and smug at the same time*
  • Viktor: *grins brightly* I love you, too.
  • Viktor: *smiled as Yuuri pecks his cheek*
  • *End*

prplzorua  asked:

Oh man your'e awesome,Sleepy Tom is the best! XD love your writing, keep it up! Also fic idea, you had sick!Marco at one point i think, i'm pretty sure... how bout sick Tom? Marco wanting to be a mother hen, but doesn't have the first clue about demon-biology, just our lil' hispanic boy begging star to bribe glossaryck to give him a round up of whats wrong with Tom (tbh its a tiny lil demon cold or smthn and glossaryck lies to Marco for fun) poor guy freaks out

Omg thank you so much for the kind words! Sleepy Tom is my life. I hope you like it! Here you go, and enjoy!


“Tom? Tom, are you alright? You’ve been sleeping all day.” Marco nudged his boyfriend. Tom sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” Tom assured. He yawned and squinted his eyes.

“You look bad.” Marco said. Tom shrugged.

“I’ll be okay.” Tom promised. He fell against Marco and started to doze off again. Marco felt his head.

“You feel cold!” Marco exclaimed. He laid Tom down on the couch and gave him a blanket. “Stay here, okay? I’ll be right back.” Marco promised, Tom nodded, already falling asleep. Marco walked into the kitchen and got a glass of water and advil. That’s what he always took when he was sick. He brought it back to Tom. Tom sat up.

“I can’t drink that, it’ll make me worse.” Tom told him apologetically.

“It will?” Marco asked. “They always say to drink liquids.”

“Yeah but, when I get sick my fire gets weaker so… you wanna stay away from liquid.” Tom explained. Marco nodded, he should have guessed that. He handed Tom the pill, only to be burnt horribly by his hand.

“OW! I thought you got cold?” Marco gasped. Tom looked up with a guilty look.

“Temperature fluctuation is normal… It happens quickly and extremely. Marco maybe I should go home.” Tom offered. Marco shook his head.

“No, sweetie, it’s okay, I’m going to try and take care of you.” Marco promised. He looked back down at Tom to see he was shivering now. “Cold again?” Marco asked. Tom nodded with chattering teeth. Marco was just standing there, he had no idea how demon illnesses worked! “Wait one minute.” Marco told him and took off up the stairs and swung the door to Star’s room.

“Star! I need Glosseryk!!” Marco cried. Star finger gunned.

“This sounds urgent. I want in.” She said. Marco groaned.

“I don’t know, Tom’s sick.” Marco explained. Glosseryk flew out of his book.

“The demon child is sick?” He asked. Marco nodded. “Okay, what’s the matter with him?”

“He can hardly stay awake, and he keeps getting hot and cold.” Marco explained.

“Oh that just sounds like a bad cold.” Glosseryk shrugged. Marco sighed in relief. “That or he’s dying.” He continued. Marco jumped up.

“WHAT!?” He exclaimed.

“Yeah… you should probably go check on him.” Glosseryk continued. Marco took off out of the bedroom. Star looked at Glosseryk.

“Is Tom really dying?”

“No. I just wanted to see if I could get Marco worked up. I could. It was easy.”


Marco sat by Tom and petted his hair. “Tom? Can you hear me?” Marco asked. Tom mumbled something in his sleep. “Tom, please open our eyes.” Marco begged.

“No.” Tom mumbled. Marco sighed and hugged the demon.

“Tom I need you to open your eyes, okay? I need to know you’re okay.” Marco begged. Tom opened one eye.

“Marco… I’m fine.” He muttered. Tom pushed himself up and managed to look at Marco. “Did you think I wasn’t?” He asked.

“Glosseryk said you might be dying.” Marco said with tears. Tom couldn’t help but let out a raspy laugh at his boyfriend.

“I’m not dying, Mar-Mar.” Tom smiled and leaned his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I feel like I am.” He joked. “But no, I just have a cold.” Tom assured. Marco looked surprised at Tom’s explanation.

“But… Glosseryk said-”

“Glosseryk likes messing with you.” Tom admitted. Marco laughed a little at himself. He hugged Tom close and laid his head on his shoulder.

“I guess I overreacted a little.” Marco decided. Tom laughed.

“You think?” He giggled. Tom coughed a little and nuzzled closer to Marco. “Thanks for trying to take care of me.” Tom thanked. Marco hugged him close, happy he couldn’t catch a demon sickness.

“Of course T.” Marco kissed his head. “Is there anything else I can get for you?” Marco offered. Tom shook his head.

“No. I just want you here.” Tom told him. Marco laughed and held him closer until he fell asleep yet again. Marco looked at his sleeping demon. “Get well soon, you little fire hazard.”

“a woman’s life is nine parts mess to one part magic, you’ll learn that soon enough… and the parts that look like magic often turn out to be the messiest of all”.

okay but…. cersei actually gives sansa this speech in acok, so when the reader has still no clue as to her dark background and ominous history with maggy the frog’s prophecy and the bloody curse that’s haunted her all her life. thinking back on this quote once you’re aware of what cersei might actually be referring to, surely gives it a whole new meaning imo. surely, nobody can deny that the part in cersei’s life that “looked like magic” (meeting a witch, being cursed by her and then growing up to realize that everything you do only brings you closer to fulfilling the prophecy you’ve been so desperately trying to escape), was the messiest of all. and she tried to teach this to an ingenuous and clueless 13-year-old. wow. just wow.

if sleepy hollow does get canceled, the one thing that will never leave me is that season three ended with ichabod crane as a coward

throughout the series, he’s faced every trial and tribulation without hesitation. his fears are no more. but the one thing he couldn’t do is tell abbie mills that he loves her. and I don’t blame ichabod the character at all - it’s completely the writers’ fault. it’s like of course it’s not his fault, he’s a fictional character. but the entire episode was people talking about ichabod being in love and ichabod himself finally realizing and giving into it. I could even see the point where tom looked like he wanted to say it so so bad on the porch, but it wasn’t in the script.

abbie died with ichabod never telling her he loved her and that will never be okay with me 

“Someday.” | Aomine angst final part.

You had no idea how everything ended up that much twisted. It was his fault. That’s what you kept saying to yourself. Everything was because of this stupid idiot that had drag you into all of this. He had a girlfriend , and he claimed that he loved her — He had left you broken and alone for so long — he had hurt you with the worst way , and now he was there one more time , asking for your attention , asking you for one last talk.
“Thanks for coming.” , he said as you stepped into the gym. It was a quiet spring afternoon , everyone was already gone , practice was over. You and Aomine were the only ones remaining. “I had no choice..” , you shrugged , watching him throwing the ball lazily over the hoop , never missing his shots.
“Eh? What does that mean?!” , his annoyed expression almost made you laugh. You left your beg in the floor of the gym as you walked closer , taking the ball off his hands with a spontaneous move.
“So what do you want to talk about , Aomine? I’m all ears.”
“Tsk. Oi! Give that to me.” , he demanded as he tried to steal the ball from yours hands , failing completely as you just giggled and dodged his move.
He chased you a lot as you kept laughing at how bad he was at that. You were always escaping him somehow.
“You will never catch me~” , you laughed , but the next thing you knew was that you were lying on the flood , Aomine’s hot breath on your cheek as he topped you.
“Say that again.”
You just paused , staring up at his serious face for several seconds. Had he actually throw you on the floor just like this? Bastard.
You coughed , causing Aomine to pull a bit back as you both sat across each other. “So , what is it anyway?”
“I’m letting you go.” , he muttered as he rubbed his nape — his eyes awkwardly fixed on the floor as you stayed quiet , trying to understand what he meant.
“Wh - what do you —” , “____, i’m setting you free.” , he said in a quiet , low tone. “I can’t stop thinking about it , about you. But the thing is i can’t be selfish with you. I can’t do this to you.”
You felt your body moving on it’s own , your legs suddenly crawling closer to him , your hand on his chest , your lips brushing his softly — but even at the very end you couldn’t do it . You just , couldn’t.
“Why would this happen to us , Daiki?” , you whispered, your eyes gazing down before closing , not standing to watch him anymore. “I mean.. I - why? I loved you!” , you yelled , your fist suddenly meeting with his chest , he didn’t even flinch as you kept hitting him , not even when your own hand had started to hurt. “Wasn’t that enough for you?!! I was in love with you! Didn’t you care?!”
”____ left me yesterday.” , his murmur was so quiet you could barely hear him talking. He leaned back , his eyes staring up as he spoke again. “I was expecting this would happen anyway. _____..” , he eyed you once before continuing , making sure you were listening as your shocked expression gave away how much you needed to hear him say more. “I’m in love with you. — i will probably always be. But i can’t let you be with me.”
“What do you mean?” , you muttered as you sat closer to him.
”____…” , he whispered. His hand slowly came up to cup your cheek , his tender touch causing you to tilt your head and lean on his palm. “I don’t deserve to want you back that badly.” , he paused , his eyes meeting yours again.
“You deserve someone who will make you happy.”
“ I already had someone that made me happy. Daiki? I was the happiest with you.” you said as you couldn’t stop the tears that kept wetting your face. You never wanted to cry in front of Aomine like that , but it was too much to hold inside anymore. He came closer and rested his forehead against yours , his eyes closing in the sound of your words. “I can’t become what you want. You know i will eventually make you suffer again , and i can’t live with that.” , his thumb wiped a tear , and then another as his face pulled back from you so his eyes could look inside yours one last time. “___ .. I’ve lost many things but , i regret losing you the most. Maybe someday..” , you nodded and wiped your other eye slowly , breaking the eye contact. “Maybe someday i can be yours again.”
His lips touched lightly your forehead as he let your hand go — Getting up from the floor. “Yes.. Someday.”
“Daiki?” , he had already turned around to walk towards the door of the gym but stopped and looked back at you with the corners of his eyes. “Do you promise me?!” , he just smiled and nodded his head — whispering a little “of course i promise you , idiot.” before walking out of your life completely. Someday you two would meet again , maybe then you could give each other another chance. Maybe someday.

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Sleepiness is so pretty. I mean, that soft, vulnerable state of being not all the way awake, rumpled and kind of heavy.

Give me Sam rubbing at his jaw with his fluffy, disheveled sleep hair, blearily stumbling around the bunker on a half-blind but familiar quest for the coffee maker.

Give me Dean in that dead guy robe, hiding his bare legs and his old man slippers, his hair sticking up every which way and his stubble a little more grown in as he follows his nose to the kitchen where Sam has coffee brewing.

Give me those boys sitting across from each other in pretty, sleepy, comfortable silence while they sip their coffee, table small enough that their knuckles almost brush where their hands are wrapped around their mugs, small smiles creeping in as the caffeine wakes them up.


Here is my completed road trip spread! I hope you will give this and the uncompleted road trip spread some love <3 I really like the way this turned out and I hope you do as well. Right under the word “Adventure”, I tried underlining with a mildliner but it smeared and so I tried covering that up. I don’t think it turned out too bad. :3 Thank you! Please enjoy and anticipate! :P