i was asleep when you sent it

I have this headcanon that every time Yuri goes to Viktor’s (and Yuuri’s) house he falls asleep in the couch EVERY SINGLE TIME, but because he’s so light they can carry him to the guest room, but they discovered that when you carry Yuri he goes full koala on you if he’s half-asleep, and Viktor and Yuuri find that so endearing that they feel their hearts actually melt, but obviously they can’t say anything because Yuri would kick their asses if they ever mention it.

They secretly sent a photo to Otabek but Yuri would die of embarrassment if he ever finds out. 

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Requested By Anon


Tommen’s choice to propose to you shocked the royal court, you were from one of the poorer houses, little benefits to offer house Lannister and no army to speak off. When he revealed it was your good nature and loving heart, pared with no desire to live anything more than a happy life that attracted him to you, his mother had scoffed and called it nonsense.

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member- taekook x you

genre- fluff (idk maybe angstish?) 

words- 1,388

summary- (requested) all you want is to hold hands with your two boys, but some people can be so rude. polyamorous!au

a/n- dhlaj’hf;asdg okay so i dont take requests for scenarios but i needed some poly!au prompts so this was one sent in :) i hope you guys enjoy!! 

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

Usually, you love the idea of skinship. Big warm hugs, soft kisses against your lips, tender strokes against your back as you fall asleep- it’s all heavenly. But things were different when you started your relationship with Taehyung and Jungkook.

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caps players as things i've done
  • ovechkin: drank half a bottle of schnapps because 'fuck you it's my birthday' and then fell asleep in the tub
  • holtby: got kicked in the face while playing goalie during a soccer game and then carried on for the rest of the game
  • backstrom: am consistently called dad by almost everyone, am dad friend
  • oshie: took every selfie for about a week exclusively with the dog filter
  • wilson: got sent to the principals office in kindergarten for punching another child for absolutely no reason
  • burakovsky: cried for an hour straight when i first got my cat
  • orlov: left a party an hour early because i didn't know anyone there
  • beagle: had a flip phone until my freshman year of college
  • schmidt: laughed so hard i vomited in front of a date
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Happy New Year everyone!

I know this post is a bit late, but when it was New Year for me, most of you either were asleep because it already was New Year for ya or it wasn’t and you still had 5 to whatever hours to go lol I passed out o k it’s noon here

the little comic was inspired by @p-aurisan‘s headcanon:

headcanon accepted. I also wish you a Happy New Year, hun! you sent so many great headcanons but i did this one earlier because it’s fitting for new year!!

When you check your email before bed and you see an email from your SOT, sent at 21:35, and it’s a photo of a piece of paper, a familiar sight lately………..i enlarge the photo to confirm before getting really excited……the stamp for my Octane 45K has been approved and is back…YESSSS.

I want to go to bed now, so tomorrow will come faster, but i’m too excited to fall asleep.

that is all.

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Prompt: Qui working too much and Obi taking care of him

@mesdea This is for you, dear. I hope it helps you feel better :)


Qui-Gon sighed as the door to their quarters slid open, already shrugging off his robe and toeing off his boots as he moved inside. The week-long mission he’d been sent on had been exhausting, even for a Jedi master such as himself, and he was glad that the Council had sent him alone. He balked at the thought of Obi-Wan having to endure what he had. Speaking of Obi-Wan…

A fond smile rose on his face when he saw his padawan, sitting fast asleep in Qui-Gon’s favorite chair. A datapad was on the floor, fallen from a limp hand, and Obi-Wan’s neck was bent at an angle that would leave him sore the next day if he didn’t move. Qui-Gon sighed again, walking over to Obi-Wan and carefully kneeling in front of him. “Obi-Wan.”

He brought a gentle hand up to his face, thumb stroking the smooth skin. “Obi-Wan, wake up.”

Obi-Wan frowned, eyes fluttering open for a moment before closing again.

…. 

”Oh!”

Obi-Wan sat up suddenly, wide awake. “Qui-Gon!”

Obi-Wan all but threw himself to the floor and hugged Qui-Gon tightly, all traces of drowsiness completely erased. “You’re back! I missed you so much.”

He sprinkled light kisses across Qui-Gon’s cheeks and nose and pressed one firm one to his mouth before pulling back, frowning as he studied Qui-Gon’s face. “Qui-Gon…are you alright?”

Qui-Gon hummed, leaning forward to press his forehead to Obi-Wan’s so that he wouldn’t have to look him in the eye, but Obi-Wan leaned back, scrutinizing Qui-Gon’s expression. “No, you’re not alright. You’re exhausted, love.”

Qui-Gon didn’t deny it, and Obi-Wan tsk’d in worry, suddenly remembering that they were on the floor. “Oh, let’s get you off the floor, come on, you shouldn’t be kneeling, you’ll hurt your knees…”

Obi-Wan kept murmuring in concern as he carefully helped Qui-Gon to his feet, ushering him into the bedroom and sitting him down atop the bed. “I knew I should’ve gone with you, I should’ve never let the Council send you on a mission alone. What in the world did they have you do?”

Qui-Gon winced as Obi-Wan gently pulled off his tunics, his sore muscles complaining rather loudly. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Obi-Wan made a noise almost like a whimper, concern making his stomach wrench into knots, and he set Qui-Gon’s tunics down on a chair before pressing a fervent kiss to his hair. “Of course not, of course. I’m sorry. Just lie down now, relax, I’ll go make you some tea-”

“No.”

Qui-Gon held onto Obi-Wan’s wrist, eyes tired and pleading. “Just…..stay. Please, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan nodded, carefully freeing his wrist from the unconscious death grip Qui-Gon had on it, and urged him to lay down. “On your stomach. I’ll massage your back.”

Qui-Gon did as he was told, moving the pillow aside so that he could rest his head on his arms. Obi-Wan climbed atop the bed, carefully straddling Qui-Gon’s thighs, and then set to work kneading Qui-Gon’s muscles.

“I passed my astrophysics class,” Obi-Wan murmured after a few quiet moments, wanting to distract Qui-Gon from his exhaustion and stress. Qui-Gon hummed, a small smile on his face.

“That’s very good. That class was the one giving you trouble wasn’t it?”

“Mhm. The intricacies of hyperspace travel are still a bit difficult for me to grasp, but I’ll get the hang of it. Flying is for droids anyway.”

Qui-Gon’s chuckle stuttered as Obi-Wan worked out a particularly large knot below his right shoulder blade, and Obi-Wan sent a warm pulse of Force energy there. “Don’t worry, I have you,” Obi-Wan murmured soothingly, pressing a kiss to the back of Qui-Gon’s head, “I’m going to take care of you.”

Qui-Gon slowly relaxed again, surprised to find tears pricking at his eyes. He realized then, in a way he hadn’t before, just how devoted Obi-Wan was to him. Obi-Wan would sacrifice life and limb if it would ease Qui-Gon’s suffering, and Qui-Gon knew that if anything were to ever happen to Obi-Wan, he would follow him right into death.

“Now now,” Obi-Wan said, “no more of that. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. Not until you’ve had tea anyway.”

Obi-Wan stood slowly, keeping one hand on Qui-Gon’s arm in case he panicked again. “Is that alright?”

Qui-Gon smiled, relaxed and basking in the warmth of Obi-Wan’s presence in the Force. “Yes. Quite alright.”

Obi-Wan smiled back, squeezing his arm gently. I love you.

I love you too.

Obi-Wan puttered off to the kitchen to make tea, humming a lullaby that Qui-Gon used to sing to him when he was a child. When he returned with the tray of tea, Qui-Gon was fast asleep. Obi-Wan chuckled and set the tray down on the bedside table. It would be a shame for the tea to go to waste but… Qui-Gon looked so warm and comfortable, and Obi-Wan wanted nothing more to curl up next to him. He crawled onto the bed, Qui-Gon coming half-awake only for a few moments to turn onto his back. “Obi?”

Obi-Wan shushed him quietly, pulling the blankets up around them and resting his head on Qui-Gon’s chest. “Good night, love.”

Qui-Gon mumbled something that sounded like a ‘Good night’ in return, holding Obi-Wan close to his body. He slept deeply and peacefully, safe with the knowledge that if everything else were to fall away, Obi-Wan would still be there.

mystic-delecation  asked:

Oops! I had actually sent in a scenario request when the ask box was closed and I totally understand if you were too busy to answer it! I'm glad to hear that you reopened it again. I would like to know how the swords would react or what would they do if the Saniwa had fallen asleep on a futon that is being aired in the hallway. Who woulf just place a blanket on top of them, tell others to be quiet so 'Aruji-Sama' won't wake up or try and nap beside the Saniwa?

It’s okay sweet, no harm done I’m just glad you’re so accepting about it.

Perfect Wives™ like Mitsutada and Horikawa would be the type to cover the Saniwa, deciding it’s fine to let them sleep.

Ichigo and Yagen aware of how loud and rowdy everyone can be would be the type to shush everyone.

I can imagine Imanotsurugi or Midare being the types to happily cuddle up to a sleeping Saniwa.

And then there’s buzz kill Hasebe who would wake you up telling you it’s not good to sleep in the middle of a hall like that.

cuddleroyu  asked:

Hi, I had a dream about you. We where hanging out and I was watching you play some flash games. When you started this Batman game you idled for a bit to have a drink when Batman pulls out a bed falls and asleep you then shout at the screen "Wake the fuck up Batman this is no time to be sleeping! what the fuck don't you have crime to fight or something? why the fuck would you even fall asleep like that?!" I fell off the couch laughing and then I woke up (sorry if this is sent more than once)

That sounds like something I would do 100%

anonymous asked:

So you're not christian and yet here you are constantly praising jesus, reblogging christian posts and quoting from the bible to condemn gay ppl. if you're not christian, you wouldn't be doing that.

I’m not a Christian. I’m a Hebrew Israelite, from the tribe of Judah, one of the tribes that were scattered throughout the 4 corners of earth. I keep the laws and commandments, through Christ and worship the most high God “Ahayah”. I’m here to wake up my brothers and sisters who are asleep, the ones who don’t know that they are the children of the promise, the ones who Christ paved the way for. Look up the “12 tribes chart” and you’ll know what I’m referring to.

Matthew 15:24 “But he answered and said, I am not sent but unto the lost sheep of the house of Israel.”

He paved the way so that we (12 tribes) can follow his example and rule over all nations when he returns. He also died for everyone’s sins (gentiles as well) so that they can make it to the kingdom.

Acts 13:47
“For so hath the Lord commanded us, saying, I have set thee to be a light of the Gentiles, that thou shouldest be for salvation unto the ends of the earth.”

REQUEST: If you would do one where the reader is sent into the past and meets pre-serum Steve and just thinks “shit he is even cuter small”

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“Stark! It’s six in the morning! This better be worth it!”

You rubbed your eyes and stifled a yawn. You felt like you had just fallen asleep when Tony had F.R.I.D.A.Y. wake you up from your slumber. He had requested for you to meet him in his lab.

Tony was tinkering with a huge metal box that was a few feet taller than he was.

“It will be my sleepy friend. You remember how I told you that I was getting closer to finishing my time machine? Well it’s done.”

That woke you up.

When Tony told you that he was building a time machine, you knew that if anyone could make one it was him. He had been working on it secretly for the past month. He told you that if he was able to succeed with it, you would be the first one to try it. You were a little skeptical to be the first one to test it but you trusted Tony.

“Is it safe?”

“Is my name Tony Stark?” He smirked.

“That didn’t answer my question.”

Tony rolled his eyes a little, “Of course it’s safe! I’m 90% sure.”

“Tony!”

“Okay, I’m 100% sure. Now, are you ready to go back in time?”

You looked down at the purple pajama bottoms you were wearing, “Uh, not like this! Give me ten minutes.”

You hurried out of the lab and back to your room where you changed into jeans and a plain white shirt. You slipped on some sneakers and threw your hair into a ponytail before going back to the lab.

Tony was pressing some buttons on the machine when you made it back in the lab. He handed you a silver bracelet with a red button on it, “Press this when you are ready to come back. It will transfer you to the platform over there where I will be there waiting for your safe return.” He had a sly smile on his face that you didn’t question. The door to the machine opened and he gestured for you to step inside.

“If something happens to me, just know that I will come back as a ghost and haunt your ass.” You warned him.

Tony closed the door behind you. There was a small glass window that allowed you to see.

“Where are you sending me?” You asked him as you saw him typing something on the control panel a few feet away.

“You’ll see. I’m sure you’ll recognize a few faces! See you soon!”

Before you could say anything the machine started and you instantly felt like you were falling. Your stomach felt like it was in your throat and everything was black.

The next thing you know, you are literally falling from the sky and onto concrete. You landed on your left side and rolled onto your back. Filling you lungs with air, you were relieved that the experience was over.

You sat up once you were breathing normally and looked around. You were in an alley with two large brick buildings surrounding you.

You got up slowly and brushed the dirt off of your jeans. You didn’t know where you were or what time period. You could faintly hear cars and the sounds of people. You exited the alley and saw some stores along the street. You didn’t recognize any of them.

The people were all dressed differently. Women were in dresses and skirts and men walked around in suits. Kids ran up and down the streets.

You were completely out of place and earning some looks from strangers around you. You walked down the street a little before ducking into another alley.

You were about to press the button on the bracelet Tony gave you when you heard something from the end of the alley. Walking towards the noise, you made sure to be as quiet as you could since you didn’t know what to expect.

That’s when you saw him.

Steve.

Well, not the Steve you were used to seeing everyday. It was pre-serum Steve who was currently getting his ass kicked by a guy twice his size.

You hurried over, “Hey!”

The tall, blonde guy turned and looked at you, “What do you want?!”

“Pick on someone your own size!”

“This kid was asking for it. Be a good dame and walk away.” The guy told you before turning back at Steve. He raised his arm to punch him again when you hurried and grabbed his arm throwing him off balance.

He looked at you, “I said walk–”

The guy didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence before you punched him as hard as you could on the nose. Blood squirted out of it and the sound of this nose breaking was clear to everyone.

His hands went to his face,“ What the hell?!”

You stepped on his foot making him crouch down. He was the same height as you now. “Like I said, pick on someone your own size.”

The guy hurried off. You turned and saw Steve was looking at you curiously, “I’ve never seen you around before.”

“I’m new to the area.”

He looked at your clothes and then back at you, “You’re dressed…..differently.”

“Oh yeah. These are uh.. new.”

He let it go, “Thank you for what you did. I hope you didn’t hurt your hand when you punched him.”

You looked down at your hand, “I’m good. Trust me, I’ve done worse.”

Steve chuckled. It was so weird seeing him like he was before he was experimented on. You thought that he was still as cute as he was in the present. If only he knew what his future had in store for him. You couldn’t tell him anything in fear that it could mess things up when you returned.

“What’s your name?” He asked you.

“Uh, I’m Pearl.” You lied. You weren’t sure why you gave him a fake name but you just rolled with it.

“It’s nice to meet you Pearl. I’m Steve.”

“I know– um I mean, you look like a Steve.” You recovered quickly.

“Thanks I guess,” Steve chuckled a little.

“It was nice meeting you Steve but I have to go now.” You told him before turning around and almost bolting out of the alley. You needed to get back to the present as soon as possible.

“Wait, Pearl!” Steve shouted after you.

You stopped hesitantly and turned to look back at him, “Yeah?”

“At least let me treat you to a milkshake or something. It’s the least I could do for what you did to that punk.” Steve offered.

“No, that’s okay. I just did what any other person would’ve done.”

Steve put his hands in his jacket pockets and looked down, “Not many people have helped me before. Mostly it’s my best friend Bucky that steps in.”

“Bucky is a great guy. I mean–he sounds like a great guy.” You recovered quickly.

“Yeah, he is.” Steve smiled a little. “There’s this expo tonight that he and I are going to. Are you going?”

“What Expo?”

“The Stark Expo. It’s supposed to be really cool. Why don’t you join us?”

“Oh, I don’t know if I can.”

“C'mon Pearl. I won’t have a fun time if you aren’t there.” He smiled and you knew then that you couldn’t say no. Who knew Steve was somewhat of a flirt back in his day?

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You managed to snag a dress off of someone’s clothing line so that you could fit in with everyone else. You let your hair down and changed in a diner while Steve waited for Bucky. You had heard from present day Steve all about the Stark Expo. He told you that Bucky tried to set him up with a date and he ended up ditching them to try and enlist. You just had to make sure that it all still went the same as before. You couldn’t even fathom what would happen if Steve didn’t end up where he did.

Seeing Bucky before Hydra threw his brain in a blender was surprising to you. You were so used to him being the way that he was that it was strange to see the man he was before.

He had a smile on his face when he first met you, “It’s nice to meet you Pearl. Thanks for helping Steve today. I would’ve been there but I got a little held back with something.” You noticed that he was dressed in uniform. You knew that was the night before he would be shipped off to join the war.

“It was no problem. I’m sure Steve would’ve done the same for me if I were in his position.”

Bucky nodded, “The kid has a great heart.”

Steve stood idly by with the girl that Bucky was trying to set him up with. It was clear that she wasn’t interested and it made your heart hurt. Steve was so sweet and kind and any girl would be lucky to have him.

The five of you walked around the Expo and saw a few exhibits. You knew that you had to leave soon so that everything would still go off smoothly. First, you wanted to help Steve. You made sure that the girl that was supposed to be his date was watching when you leaned over and kissed his cheek softly.

He immediately started blushing, “What was that for?”

“For tonight. I’m having a really fun time.” You told him. You noticed that his date was now practically glaring at you.

“I’m glad you stayed Pearl.”

“C'mon guys!” Bucky shouted, “Stark is presenting!”

You trailed behind Steve waiting until he was with the others before slipping away in the crowd. Keeping your distance, you hid behind one of the exhibit tents still able to see Steve. You watched as he looked around for you for a little bit before he noticed the building where men were enlisting and went inside.

You felt a triumphant knowing that you didn’t mess up anything in the future. Steve was bound to meet Dr. Erskine at any moment.

You touched the bracelet that Tony gave you and pressed the small red button. You weren’t ready for the awful feeling that came with time travel.

Again, you felt like the air escape your lungs. You felt the terrifying feeling of falling without knowing where you would land.

It felt like an eternity that you were falling until you landed back on the platform that Tony had set in his lab. He rushed over to you, “How was the trip?”

It took you a moment to respond to try and breathe normally, “Just peachy.”

Tony helped you up and you smoothed out the dress that you had wished you changed out of before pressing for Tony to send you back to the present. He chuckled at the sight of you, “That’s quite a dress.”

You rolled your eyes, “I needed to fit in. Thanks for the warning by the way.”

Just before Tony said something sarcastic and witty, Steve rushed into the room. He looked at you and you knew that he remembered you.

“Pearl?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You joked. You got off the platform and made your way towards him. Before you could say anything to him, he pressed his lips against yours.

The kiss was soft and sweet just like you had always imagined kissing him. Tony coughing in the corner made the two of you break apart.

You knew that you were blushing, “What was that for?”

Steve smiled at you, “I’ve been wanting to do that since you kicked that guys ass in the alley.”

“That’s one hell of a way to say thank you.”

“There’s more where that came from. C'mon, I owe you a milkshake.” He held his hand out to you which you took.

“See you later you crazy kids!” Tony called out to the two of you as you both left his lab hand in hand.

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Why getting out your bucket of jewels while you’re sick and weak isn’t a good idea haha.They look kinda pretty like that though.. I wish I could just throw them at my wall and they’d somehow stick in a burst pattern like that! I superglued some on my phonecase, it needed to be moar sparkly lol. Sorry if you’ve sent me an ask and I didn’t reply, I’ll do it very soon, I just haven’t felt like being on tumblr for long in the past few days because my energy is low. Last night I couldn’t breathe at all through my nose, that’s such a horrible feeling, especially when trying to fall asleep. Also this is 2016, why is there not yet a liquid cold medicine that doesn’t taste like vomit?? 

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“Where is he?” Jimmy said, voice shaking. “I don’t care what Mr. Carson has to say I’m seeing him.”

“I don’t think Mr. Carson has much fight in him after all this,” Anna said, stepping aside so Jimmy could come in the servant’s entrance. “He’s sleeping but you can see him.”

“Thank you for your telegram,” he said quietly. “I had no idea things got so bad when I left.”

Anna looked at him sadly. She’d sent for him because she couldn’t think of anyone else Thomas might want to see.

He was still sleeping. She let him in and left quietly, giving them their privacy.

Thomas looked awful, pale and thin and frowning as if his mind was as tormented asleep as it was awake. Jimmy’s eyes lingered on his wrists, still bandaged from the shallow cuts. Oh Mr. Barrow’s hands, his war injury, the cuts and scraps and sore joints that came from a life in service, and now these scars. They’d be a constant reminder. Jimmy bit his lip to keep from crying.

“Why’d you do it Mr. Barrow? Did you forget you had a friend? Did you forget you had me? I know I haven’t written. I know and I’m sorry but…”

“It’s alright James,” his eyes fluttered open, focusing on him as if he thought he was a dream. “Is it really you?”

“Of course it’s me you daft…” He choked on the words. “I’m here.” He reached out to put a hand on top of Thomas’s but he sat up and pulled his hand away, pulling down his shirt sleeves.

“I don’t need your pity James. It’s kind of you to come but you don’t need to…”

“I came because I love you,” He said, clamoring out of his chair. “Why can’t you see that people care about you Thomas?”

“You love me?” Thomas’s eyes locked on his.

“Of course I love you. I never told you because…well I don’t know why I never did. I weren’t ready I suppose.”

Thomas shook, pulling back his sleeves to look at the horrible bandages, his shame out on display. How could Jimmy love a man like him? How could anyone? He didn’t have a friend in the world when he got in that bathtub. He didn’t have a friend now.

“I love you Thomas Barrow,” he repeated. He wished he would quit it. If he kept saying it he might believe it.

“You don’t mean it like that,” he said dismissively.

“I do too!”

Thomas flushed. “You can’t be serious.”

“Thomas I’ve come all this way are you going to let me kiss you or not?”

“I’m…” Before he could answer Jimmy’s lips were on his, a chaste, scared little kiss Thomas returned, deeper and more sure. Jimmy Kent, his friend, was kissing him.

He pulled away, looking at him smugly, well, he tried to look smug, Thomas could tell he was mostly scared.

“Well?” He asked softly. “Is that good enough proof?”

Thomas nodded dumbly, and before he could pull away Jimmy had his hands in his and was kissing his bandaged wrists. He did this gently, too gentle for Jimmy Kent, too gentle for anyone to touch Thomas Barrow.

When Jimmy looked up Thomas was crying.

“I didn’t mean to make you…”

“No, Jimmy thank you. I…” His voice caught. “I didn’t think I was going to wake up. I really thought I’d done it. I didn’t want to wake up,” he breathed. “Because I didn’t think I had any friends left. I couldn’t see any kind of future.”

Jimmy’s lip quivered like he was going to cry too. “Well you’ve got me. You’ve got me from now on.”

Jimmy fell asleep in the chair by his bed, hair draped across his forehead. It was dark in the room, but Thomas couldn’t sleep, not after everything.

“Are you awake? You should sleep,” Baxter slid into the room quietly, glancing at Jimmy and back to Thomas.

“So this is Mr. Kent,” she said, trace of a smile on her lips.

“Thank you,” he said. “I never properly thanked you.”

“I didn’t know you were thankful,” she said hesitantly. When he first woke up he wasn’t, but Jimmy wasn’t there when he woke up. He didn’t think he had any friends when he woke up.

“I am,” he said quietly. “How did you know? Why did you bother after all I’ve done to you?”

She looked him straight in the eye. “I believe everyone deserves a second chance,” she glanced to the sleeping boy. “And this is yours.”