i hope you don't have nightmares

newsies characters as john mulaney quotes
  • Jack: i guess someone said like something something police. and in a brilliant moment of word association i yelled “fuck da police!” and everyone else joined in. a hundred drunk white children yelling fuck da police
  • Crutchie: hey you could pour soup in my lap and i'll probably apologize to you
  • Davey: i put on a sweater and a pair of corduroy pants and i felt safe
  • Katherine: you know how you lie to your parents?
  • Pulitzer: he ordered one black coffee for himself and kept driving
  • Finch: everyone get out of my way! I just want to sit here and feed my birds
  • Albert: it is 100% easier not to do things than to do them
  • Buttons: you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair
  • Spot: i'll keep all my emotions right here and then one day i'll die
  • Elmer: i don't want to be doing what i'm doing either
  • Romeo: i am very small, and i have no money. so you can imagine the kind of stress that i am under
  • Henry: 🎵and life is a fucking nightmare🎵
  • Specs: woah, that tall child looks terrible!
  • Race: hi, i'm very gay and would like a few dollars
  • Hannah: hello? hush!

anonymous asked:

What if Jason found a half dead kitten on the street and nursed it back to health?

Jason and a kitten, yessss!!!!! (im on mobile sorry for everything.)

He finds the kitten in an alley while he’s getting some dinner because he’s too tired to cook. He crouches down to look at the tiny, scruffy kitten on the dirty ground, lying on their sides, meowing softly.

Jason stops. Of course he stops. The kitten is thin and obviously hasn’t eaten anything filling in a while and Jason should leave the kitten or find an animal shelter but the kitten purrs and Jason isn’t strong enough to leave them to die.

He gets some towels when he arrives at home so the kitten will be warm and comfortable. Jason goes online and reads some sites how to nurse back a kitten to health because he knows jack shit about how to take care of an animal. He buys everything the kitten might need because his money might go to worse places than this.

It takes weeks before the kitten can walk around more than ten minutes.

Things that definitely happens after Fangs (yes, that’s her name) is up and healthy:

Fangs finding Jason’s chest the most comfortable place to sleep and Jason doesn’t move so he doesn’t wake her up. Damn his good heart.

Fangs snuggling to Jason’s neck when he’s laying down and then walking over him and Jason phones rings and Fangs steps on his face and yes, cat hair in his mouth. Nice.

Fangs hissing when there are strangers in Jason’s apartment. So like the first time Duke comes over, Fangs hisses at him from the table and–

“Wow, dude, why is she looking at me like she wants to kill me?”

“Huh, yeah that sounds pretty serious. Don’t worry I will protect you.”

“Har-har-har. Why do you even have a cat?”

“She blackmailed me to take care of her. She’s dangerous.”

“You’re a dork, oh my god.”

Ok, but Jay waking up from a nightmare and Fangs just snuggling closer and licks his face and “yes okay thank you cat but that’s not comfortable at all.”

Jason trying to let her go after she recovers and he opens his window and everything but she just stays on his bed and meows. “Yeah, I wouldn’t leave either.”

anonymous asked:

Hey! Hopefully this is okay? But you could you please do an RFA+V+Saeran comfort a reader with Nightmares? Thank you so so much!!! <3

Of course it’s okay! And ahhh thank you to everyone who followed me, I woke up this morning to 30 followers & 50+ notes on my first hc post, thanksss ❤

Yoosung :

  • With how clingy he is while sleeping, there’s no doubt he’d immediately wake up if his s/o was having nightmares or if they woke up in a panic because of one.
  • He’d be worried but he’d also be extremely sleepy since it takes some time for him to wake up completely – he’d be a bit slow to understand what happened at first and will be confused as to why they’re awake so early in the morning.
  • Once he does though, he’ll fuss over them and do what his mother did when he had nightmares as a kid; put extra pillows under their head, cover them with two more blankets, he’d bring them some hot chocolate and bring Lisa so they can cuddle with her; he’d even sing a lullaby if they asked him.

Zen :

  • He’s so worried omg his s/o will be the one who has to calm him down because he’ll make a mountain of it; he’ll ask what was wrong, if they had trouble breathing, if they also had psychic dreams like him..
  • Once he’s alright, he’ll wrap his arms around his s/o and whisper comforting words in their ear before singing a lullaby to get them back to sleep.
  • After they’re asleep, he’ll probably spend an hour brushing their hair and trying to make sure they’re not about to have another nightmare again, he feels like maybe if he watches over them, he can protect them from bad dreams.

Jaehee :

  • She gets a little motherly when she wakes up to her s/o trembling from a nightmare; she’ll hold their shoulders and gently hush them, telling them it was just a dream and that everything was fine.
  • She’s not the very talkative type but she’d try to talk to her s/o about anything that came to her mind so they could think of something else and hopefully feel a little better.
  • If they didn’t want to go back to sleep, they’d make mug cakes together and watch tv until they fell asleep – when it’s morning though, Jaehee will spend hours on her laptop trying to find ways to help her s/o so they wouldn’t have nightmares anymore.

Jumin :

  • He won’t wake up right away but if his s/o tries to leave the bed or if they start crying, he’ll be up in seconds. However, he’d be at loss as to what he’s supposed to do to help them since he’s not used to this. He’d just hold them and wait in silence so they can get over whatever happened in their dreams.
  • He’d get them a glass of water and ask them if they want to take a relaxing bath with him, especially if it was an especially bad dream and they woke up sweating and shaking; he’d sit behind them in the bath and gently wash their hair, nuzzling sleepy kisses in their neck until they tell him what’s wrong.
  • If his s/o let him, he’d get an appointment with a doctor so they could get medication or a therapy depending on why the s/o has nightmare.

707 :

  • He doesn’t really sleep at night so he won’t be in bed most of the time his s/o has nightmares but he checks up on them all the time, especially after learning the troubles they have when sleeping.
  • He’s not the best with serious stuff but he hates seeing his s/o distressed and his priority would be to put a smile on their face again. He’d do what he does when he has his own nightmares : build a massive blanket fort, watch funny vines and eat a bunch of stuff. He’d wear a fluffy onesie what a loser and be their cuddle fluff-wearing man.
  • He’d have trouble leaving his s/o alone for the night because he’d be worried in case they had another nightmare; he’ll get some sleep with them and wake up early to finish his work.

V :

  • He’s a light sleeper and wakes up every time they have a nightmare. He doesn’t say anything, he already knows what’s wrong and he’ll just rub his hand on their back until they calm down.
  • He’ll just tell them that he’s there if they want to talk about it but otherwise, he’ll go to the kitchen and come back with a glass of water or a cup of tea before lighting a candle on the bed side table.
  • He won’t let them go back to sleep until they’ve relaxed. He’s willing to do anything they want, be it looking through the photographs on his camera until morning because they don’t want to fall asleep again or hold them in his arms, tracing patterns on their shoulder as he kisses the back of their hand until they’re too tired to stay awake.

Saeran :

  • He has his own nightmares so he understands how they feel and I don’t think he gets to sleep much either so he’s probably already awake when they wake up from their nightmare.
  • He would softly press his forehead against theirs until they calm down and then, he’d talk about his own dreams to persuade his s/o to share theirs with him; he’s never had anyone to talk to about the things keeping him awake, and he’s tired of keeping everything to himself so he’ll want to share his thoughts with them – even the bad ones.
  • He’ll hold their hand and put some background noise to help them sleep, he likes the sound of rain hitting the roof and waves crashing on the shore – it calms him down – so, he’d download one of those apps that lets you choose and combine sounds like these.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Heard you were taking prompts so could you maybe write an elorcan fluff fic where Elide wakes up from a nightmare and needs Lorcan to comfort her? Haha I'm absolute trash for them you don't have to write this just a suggestion


I WOULD DIE FOR THEM! I hope you like this! :D

Elide was kicking and screaming, the guards’ grip on her arms was rock solid.  Elide trashed and twisted but she couldn’t get free.  She felt that cold cell floor on her bare feet as they finally set her down.  The thin green robe had come untied and was now as useless as a piece of paper. The cold air was freezing against her exposed skin. Sterile.

Those guard’s gazes became less blank and more leering, predatory, as they took in her exposed stomach, full breasts. One next to her came closer, and Manon wasn’t here this time.  Elide knew this specific scene had happened before and Manon had saved her, her sister. 

Manon wasn’t here to save her now.  She was utterly alone with these men.

A rough hand brushed her arm and she heard the one voice she would know anywhere, the voice she knew better than anyone else’s.  “Shhhhh, Elide.” the rough voice soothed.  Elide finally opened her eyes and realized her face was wet, that she had been sobbing.  She didn’t know when she had started, but as she took in that harsh face that she loved so much, she couldn’t help but sob again but this time with relief.  It was a dream, not real not real not real.

Lorcan’s hands cupped her face and brushed away her tears, murmuring wordless comforting noises.  Elide tried to calm her self down. She was safe, it was just a dream. Lorcan was here with her, nothing had happened. 

Elide’s tears dried but the sob’s remained.  Her fear was like a real living thing. Lorcan reached over in their bed and pulled her closer to him, hugging her close.  She remained paralyzed with fear shaking in his arms, when she closed her eyes she saw those guards faces, what they would have done to her-

Lorcan somehow knew what the nightmare was about.  Of course he did.

“I hate this.” he murmured into her hair, “I hate what they did to you, I hate that you still think about it.” He ran his large hands in soothing patterns up and down her back, warmth flooding back into her.

There was nothing Elide could say to him, she couldn’t even think of something to say for how grateful she was. Grateful that it was him who was here to wake her up from the nightmare, to hold her close, to brush away her tears.  There was no one else she wanted to be with when this happened.  She sniffed and buried her face further into his neck. 

Elide could protect herself, she knew that, and Lorcan had told her she was strong enough on her own, many times.  She had escaped because of her own wit.  But sometimes she wanted to melt into him.  Let Lorcan be her protector, scare away the nightmares that chased her when she slept. It felt nice to have a strong male look out for her sometimes.  There was nothing wrong with her being able to protect herself and also wanting someone to do it for her sometimes. She didn’t have to do everything on her own now.  She had a family who cared about her.

His other hand brushed through her hair, gently running through the tangles there, while the other remained firmly on her back.  He pulled the blanket higher over them when he felt how cold she was. 

That hand kept brushing through her hair and Elide almost purred.  She wanted to tell him so many things, but she couldn’t speak so she wrapped her arms under his, grabbing onto his shoulders and nuzzled further into his warmth.  Lorcan sighed and she could sense his worry but he didn’t say anything else as he kissed her exposed shoulder and wrapped his arms tighter around her.

I hope you liked it! I LOVE fluff!



anonymous asked:

Seriously? You equate having compassion for a boy who was born into slavery, tossed about, manipulated and lied to by adults, watched his mom die in his arms and has nightmares about his wife dying in childbirth to stanning a dude who decides to murder because it's edgy? Ok, buddy. Hope you remember this post the next time someone says Finn deserves no compassion because Hux was yelled at by his dad.

Cool motive, still murder.

FYI, I don’t stan or excuse any of Kylo Ren’s actions. But … genocide. GENOCIDE. I know why Anakin did it and his story breaks my heart but you can’t excuse Anakin’s actions. You can’t pretend that what Anakin did is somewhat less horrible because his reasons behind it is tragic. It is understandable, but not excusable. It sickens me when y’all try to use Anakin as some higher moral ground compared to Kylo when he’s done terrible things as well. 

Also, your last sentence? Makes no sense whatsoever and doesn’t add anything to your argument, lmao.

anonymous asked:

I'm having horrible horrible nightmares abt my abusive father again and last time this happened you showed up and chased him away and the dreams went away until now. That was what 6 months ago? I dunno, I sent you an ask. Anyways I'm just. Hoping it happens again. This is probably weird (maybe not after all you're Ship) and I don't know why I'm sending this but I feel like you should know.

I am ready to fight your evil dad in your dreams.

ccvffee-deactivated20160630  asked:

Urban fantasy/ modern day witches please! Maybe ansty and fluffy? You don't have to answer this ask❤️

oh, but i WANT to answer this one! :D

  • hey can you hand me the- I DIDNT MEAN FLOAT IT TO ME YOU LAZY ASS
  • i’m trying to teach you how to be normal and you’re utterly failing nO YOU CANT DO THAT S T O P
  • we’re gonna have a baby oh god i hope it doesn’t have powers i dont want a floating baby (or oh god iNVISIBLE THAT WOULD BE A NIGHTMARE)
  • i keep finding your spell books all over the house i’m about to buy you a bookshelf just so you can put them on it i’m tired of tripping over them
  • this soup tastes funny- you used magic to help you didn’t you i can taste it
  • all of the witches/wizards/mages/whatever are being rounded up and put into a sectioned area because they’re deemed too powerful for society and i’m helping you run
  • your magic runs on emotion and we got really upset at each other and then your magic went bonkers and i got hurt
  • your magic runs on emotions and i got seriously hurt one day and now you’re causing a magical rampage (on accident or on purpose is up to you) stop, please

I hope these were good enough for you! :D


uchihana  asked:

I don't know what to choose, but let's go with 17 - Winteriron, ir just parallels between Tony and Bucky :D

All my nightmares escape my head/Bar the doors please don’t let them in

I’m gonna tell you straight up this drabble is VERY oddly written, and went more off your prompt than the lyrics? I hope it’s okay. Song is:

Welcome Home

                               Sleep don’t visit/So I choke on sun

He hasn’t slept in days. 

He can’t. Not when - not when that dream is waiting for him. All his friends, his team, the people he was supposed to protect, dying.

“You could have saved us.”

Fuck. No. He had to keep working. He had to keep-

He is under a desk and doesn’t know how he got there. He doesn’t know why he’s like this. Tony has been on the edge for awhile now, even he is self-aware to realize that, but he was keeping it under control. Ever since the HYDRA base - ever since he had that vision.

He can’t think. Or eat. Or sleep. He hasn’t seen the sun in days but he’s afraid to go outside, afraid to look at the sun and see the sky swarming with aliens.

His mind feels like it’s not his anymore. It belongs solely to the future. Protection. Ultron.

They’ve done something to him. Or…they’ve been doing it for awhile? He isn’t sure, not of anything anymore, not for some time.

He thinks he might have been a person once, and he thinks that person might have been called Bucky. But Bucky goes away whenever they put him in the chair, and less and less of him comes back every time.

There’s a void left in its place. A void they call Asset. He doesn’t want to be Asset, but he’s not sure there’s anything to go back to. There might have been a time and a place, a building made of stone that felt warm all the time and a man, a boy, a friend with hair bright like the sun-

There might have been-

There might have been-

The man blinks his eyes open to gray walls and cold air that makes his breath mist like fog when he breathes “готовы соблюдать.”

Keep reading


they’ve got electric lights on strings and there’s a smile on everyone. so, now, correct me if I’m wrong. this looks like fun, this looks like fun. oh, could it be I got my wish? what’s this?

merry christmas!

anonymous asked:

yo so my girlfriend just broke up with me and I am kinda down about it. (Who the fuck am I kidding I'm like down in hell). But I saw the one drabble thing you did for the one anon and I was wondering if you could write something fluffy? I honestly don't give a shit what it's about as long as it's super fluffy FrUK. You don't have to if you don't want to. I was just wondering. :)

(I hope you don’t mind some paranormal stuff)

(Stuff written between/after dashes means talking!)

Arthur woke up sweating, panting shaking, and crying.

His last dream, or, better say, his last premonition still hanging in his mind, like a leech.

If anyone EVER thought that being a psychic would be all fun and games, they were so fucking WRONG.

Most of the times it was a pain in the ass.

Other times it was a nightmare (quite literally).

Arthur would know stuff about people just by touching them. Stuff most people would like to keep buried. Like one old playground friend that was being abused home and didn’t want nobody to know, or his mother who was spending too much money in gambling, or an old boyfriend who was cheating on him. He couldn’t control that very well, whenever he tried, it always gave him a headache.

And there was the dreams…

So awful and gruesome dreams…

Fortunately to Arthur, he had someone to go on those occasions.

He turned in bed to face the man by his side.


His sunny Francis.

Arthur took some deep breaths, watching the gorgeous man by his side drool on his pillow for some instants, before just kissing him.

It took some moments to Francis to wake and lazily kiss back.

- Mon ange…? – he asked with his voice still sleepy.

Arthur hug him tightly, breathing his husband’s smell.

- Bad dream? – Francis asked in a heavily accented voice holding him back.

The Englishman only nodded, still crying.

- Want to talk about it?

Arthur took another deep breath, trying to stop crying.

- There was this little girl… Wrong place in the wrong time…

- Shhhh… - the Frenchman rubbed his back – You have to call Alfred and tell him about it.

Alfred F. Jones was the police lieutenant who would accept Arthur help in investigations and would go check the Englishman’s premonitions. He was a good lad in Arthur’s opinion (even if a little too childish sometimes).

Arthur sobbed.

- I know! I just… - he held Francis even tightly – Need a minute.

- Ok… Want me to sing you a lullaby?

The British man only nodded.

The Frenchman with a sleepy voice then started to sing a merry lullaby while running his fingers through his husband’s hair and back.

Arthur loved Francis. He loved his looks, his voice and even his annoying habit of leaving dirty socks under the bed. But above all, Arthur loved how Francis was always honest with him.

Especially after the playground incident many years ago.

Many people hated Arthur after he finds out their deepest or darkest secrets. They would call the British man ugly names and would try to avoid him like the plague. Francis probably was the first and only one that nodded with a blank expression, said thank you, and never ever tried to lie to Arthur again instead of pushing him away. It took them years (many fights, broken noses and broken furniture) until they could work out what they really feel for each other. And just because Francis wouldn’t lie to Arthur, didn’t mean that he would tell him everything. Many times he wouldn’t understand it either and the two of them needed to figure it out together.

Arthur liked that even his psychic powers couldn’t solve all their problems.

And he loved that Francis was there with him, no matter what.

He was not crying and shaking anymore when he let go of Francis.

- I need to call Alfred.

Francis nodded, tiredly closing his eyes.

- I sorry for waking you… - Arthur said biting his lips.

The Frenchman smiled with his eyes closed.

- You can wake me anytime, lapin. – he held Arthur’s hand and pulled him for a kiss – Je t'aime, mon amour.

The Englishman smiled.

- I love you too… Frog.

Francis chuckled while Arthur pulled away to call his handler.

(…I’m pretty sure that was not what you had in mind… Sorry… That was the only idea I had… sorry…)

anonymous asked:

Can you do a reaction where the boys find out their seemingly adorable gf has some scary dark thoughts? Like, "I don't like slow deaths but an ideal one would be to have my murderer carve designs into my skin with the blood acting like paint."

omg you guys are so odd i find it so funny ily lmao 

Jin: “Oh… jagi, are you okay?”

Suga: “Why are you talking like that!? Are you sick?!”

Namjoon: “Uh… Okay. No more sugar for you.”

J-Hope: “Where is this coming from? I’d like my girlfriend back please!”

Jimin: *shocked“Okay. I think you need to lay down.” 

V: “Why would you say something like that?! I’m going to have nightmares!!!”

Jungkook: Who are you?!”

~ admin ariel

Reminder: your ask box is not google

Hi team, over the coming couple of years I’m predicting that we’re going to see qn upswing in malicious online trolling from racists, xenophobes, misogynists and assorted creeps, and the prime tactic they are going to resort to is exhausting us.

They know we don’t have infinite energy and they know that we believe in explaining ourselves to a fault. They will ask dumb questions, they will try to trick you into educating them again and again and they will not listen because that is not the game they are playing.

Some tips for the upcoming bullshit we’re going to have to deal with:

1. Do not feed them - their goal is to exhaust you and make you repeat yourself, do not reply to their messages, do not publish their asks, if you are even a little suspicious delete their message immediately.

2. Google exists - if a person really wants to be educated on a topic they can do so themselves. Even if a person is genuinely curious they should not ask you to perform the labour they will not and make it easy for them.

3. Educate for yourself - if you want to make a post or write an article about a topic, do so, but never do so in response to a troll, this just gives them more openings to question you and others in the future. When you shout from your rooftop the word will get out, but if you answer questions at your door the only people listening will be the door-to-door misogyny salesman.

4. Education is a job - and if someone wants you to educate them on trans issues 101 they should be prepared to pay you for the privilege. You are not their textbook.

5. The third law of robotics comes first - protect yourself above all else. You have limited time and you have limited energy. Even the most good hearted person in the world with the most genuine curiousity does not have a right to that time or that energy. Protect yourself before you serve your community.

6. Work smarter, not harder - ask yourself before each post whether this will do what you want it to. You cannot educate everyone on everything so be conscious of your audience and be conscious of your message. Stay on topic, keep it short and keep it sweet.


I believe in all of you, the next few years are going to be tough and we are going to give them hell. Save your strength, fight when it counts and we are going to kick these nazi homophobe chauvanistic nightmares right in their goddamn teeth.

dontsassmecastiel  asked:

Babe! I am starving for some season 2 Sterek! Literally anything Sterek based in season 2 I've given up on hope for specific plots! (Though I'll tell you anyway, I'm such a sucker for protective Derek) but don't let that limit you!! :) thank you so much

No worries, Here you go. - Anastasia

Originally posted by xshellyluna

Nightmares by Captain_Loki 

(1/1 I 2,393 I General)

“I keep having the same dream over and over,” he says, addressing the opposite side of the train car. “About what happened…at the pool.”

“Oh,” Derek replies. There’s a long pause that passes in silence. “What happens?”

“No one comes.”

( It’s All I Can Do by TonyStarkIsARobot

(5/5 I 8,418 I Teen)

This is what happened the night the Kanima struck at the pool. This is why Stiles really held Derek up and this is what happened when Scott got there two minutes later than a good friend should have.

Based off the prompt: “Stiles shoves Derek to the top of the pool even as he’s drowning because Derek is worth so much more than Stiles could ever be.”

For Better or Worse, We’re Changing by halcyon1993

(3/? I 12,129 I Explicit)

With Peter defeated, Derek and Stiles are finally given the chance to figure out who they are to each other. Theirs isn’t the only relationship that continues to change, and as family ties begin to crumble, Derek’s new alpha status presents its own set of complications. Tensions are mounting within their fledgling pack, and Derek and Stiles begin to suspect that someone new is plotting to take them all down.

Trust the Instinct by Nyxelestia

(3/? I 28,554 I Teen)

Scott and Derek don’t like each other, their packs even less so. The last thing they want is to cooperate with each other. But between Gerard, the Kanima, and whoever its master is, they don’t really have a choice.

Scott tries to keep everyone alive. Stiles tries to keep his friends and family from dying. Allison tries not to wish she was dead. Jackson and Lydia are desperately not admitting they’re losing their minds, Derek is a failure of an alpha, and his betas don’t even notice because of how upside-down their worlds have become. Chris wants to know what’s happening to his family, the Sheriff wants to know what’s going on in this weird town, and Danny wants to know what it is that no one is telling him.

This is Beacon Hills. Everyone Has a Story.

Those Are The Days That Bind Us by s_a_m

(5/5 I 52,171 I Mature)

His father wasn’t stupid. He was an officer of the law, trained to look for patterns. He confronted Stiles about werewolves and they shouted and Stiles tried to explain but his father was so, so, so mad, more mad than Stiles had ever seen him, ever in all his life and then his father looked at him and said,

“It’s like you’re not my son anymore.”

And Stiles broke.

Fur & Steel by TobyRosetta, xxdeejadoodlexx

(11/12 I 98,669 I Explicit)

Derek is the last of the Hale bloodline, his kingdom burned to the ground from the witch he mistakenly believed to be an angel. Years later he hears many tales of the Crucible and all its violent, fatal glory. He seeks it in hopes that it’ll aid him in ending his lonely existence. Only, he’s really good at it.

A chance meeting has the handsome and alluring Prince Stiles bantering for his attention when no one else dares to venture near him.

Why can’t Derek seem to turn him away? Why can’t Stiles stop himself from trying?

As their relationship deepens, and their lives twist together, they will come to face immeasurable trials and tribulations. At least they can face them together.

anonymous asked:

For example, if there's a girl in their class and she happened to fell asleep during one of the lesson, which members do you think would have the gut to wake her up and which wouldn't? (They don't talk to the girl, and don't really know eachother outside of class) Can you make a list for the one who would and wouldn't?

I think the members who wouldn’t wake you up would be Suga, J Hope, V and Jungkook

Suga wouldn’t wake you up because honestly, he’d probably fall asleep in class too and is having some serious nightmares involving fractions and E=MC^2. J Hope wouldn’t wake you up because he would be busy blocking the sun for you. He would think that you must be really tired to fall asleep in class, so he would probably shush the teacher when they try to wake you up. He might get detention, but you would have some nice, undisturbed rest. V wouldn’t wake you up because he would think it’s hilarious and you might just wake up with a drawn on 5 o’clock shadow. Beware the Taehyungie. Jungkook wouldn’t know what to do. He wouldn’t want to startle you, so every movement would be measured, but he wouldn’t want the teacher to see you fell asleep. It would be a terribly long internal debate, but in the end, it would be the teacher pulling your textbook out from under your head that woke you up. Hahah, Yoongi’s not in the gif because he’s sleeping somewhere…

The members who would wake you up would be Jin, Namjoon, and Jimin. Jin would just gently shake you until you woke up, let you know that you fell asleep, and slip you his notes so that you could copy them quickly before turning your attention back to the teacher. Namjoon, would not be shy, whatsoever, he would just nudge you awake. Once you’re awake he’ll probably slip you a note saying something like, “I know it’s boring, but there’s only 20 minutes left. Hang in there.” It would make you smile and bounce your leg in anticipation for the end of class. Jimin would have some inner debate with himself the same way Jungkook would, but he would actually decide to wake you up. He would only be pushed to do it, though, once he senses that the teacher is on to you. He would probably poke your face with the back of his pen until you woke up. The whole time he would be whispering “wake up”, “the teachers coming”, and “do you wanna get detention?” But really, the chance of any of these spazzes noticing anything outside of their bubble is doubtful.

I contemplated just saying that everyone would draw on your face, but I know that’s just what I would do, so…

~ Admin Shiro

 Ooook so

Emily VanCamp:  “She doesn’t have Victoria’s heart — that’s a strange and iffy thing. But the idea psychologically that Grayson will haunt her for the rest of her life is absolutely true. The dream is symbolic; the idea that Emily will never truly be happy. She was driven to be this person by this woman, which in turn created so much hate in this young girl. To have her gone is bittersweet in a weird way.” (x)

Madeleine Stowe:   It was absolutely real. We wanted Amanda to be haunted by something. She can never be totally rid of [Victoria]. So they created this recurring dream — and Amanda’s a very credible witness. We believe everything that happened. You have to believe in the credibility of this young girl. So the answer is, in the first draft, we actually started shooting and it was Victoria’s heart. We wanted to leave the audience with a greater sense of a haunting. Because Amanda wouldn’t know.(x)


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Sunil Nayar: I love that people are asking the question. It’s quite clear that Emily is having nightmares about it. One of the things the show has always done is shown so many nightmares and memories grounded in reality. I’m embracing the debates, and I’ll never say. (x)


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wlwmercys  asked:

you come up to my door in the middle of a sea of children, aren’t you a little old to be trick-or-treating?? (Bellamy is 10/10 the one trick or treating)

this did not turn out the way i planned so it’s gross and fluffy and what even is a plot (i certainly don’t know) but here it is, happy halloweenie


As far as holidays go, Clarke can’t really say she has a favorite. At this point in her life she’s had so many of them ruined by people she loves dying, exes cheating on her or betraying her that she has trouble picking a holiday she even likes- much less a favorite out of those. But so far, Halloween remains in her good graces.

If she tried hard enough, she could most likely find something unpleasant to associate with the day and officially ruin the full spectrum of celebratory occasions, but she didn’t have the energy to. In complete honesty, all Clarke wanted to do was settle down on her couch with a nice glass of bourbon and watch scary movies until she fell asleep, but her apartment building has too many children in it for that to be a viable option. So instead, she’s sitting in the arm chair she dragged across her living room to the entry way hall, waiting for people to knock on her door and ask for candy.

It isn’t what she would call a thrilling Friday night, but she’s had worse.

She sees at least four spidermen before she opens her door to find herself face to face with a very broad, very patriotic chest.

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