i wasted like 5 hours of my life

anonymous asked:

Hi! How's your day? Can you please do scenarios with Daichi, Suga, and Asahi for celebrating a big win with their fem s/o (it can be fluffy or smutty, you're the author it's your choice) Thanks!

Dudes, I got to school at 7 AM for this technical theater class and turns out the meeting time was a mistake on the administrations part? So, like, I left at 5:30 AM to drive an hour for a class that doesn’t meet until Thursday. Just… the biggest waste of time of my life. I’m exhausted.

ANYWAY, I hope that you enjoy what I’ve got here for you, Anon! I threw in both fluff and smut to fulfill all your wants and needs!

P.s. This semester is going to be a LOT of reading.


The laughter came deep from Daichi’s chest as he walked with her out of the front door of the restaurant, his arm slung around her shoulders and his weight pressed into her side. It had been a good day - beyond a good day - for he had spent it with his teammates - his friends - out on the court. Not only did he experience the thrill of the match, but he also was able to feel the adrenaline of their win running through his veins. Even now, as they walked form the eatery where they had celebrated the Karasuno victory.

“You’re gonna take us both down,” she commented with a smile, her hand pressing into his side in order to both keep him up and potentially straighten his stance. His gaze dropped to her, grin wide before stumbling a little harder against her, forcing them to zigzag across the sidewalk before they were able to straighten their walk. “You don’t wanna be hurting me accidentally now.”

“Oh no?” Daichi wouldn’t want to be accidentally hurting her no matter what, “And why’s that?” He turned to press a kiss to her temple, his arm falling away from her shoulder to wrap securely around her waist, hand resting heavily on her hip.

Shifting into his side, she leaned to press her lips to his jaw, trailing them until she captured the lobe of his ear between her teeth. He shuddered with her breath against his ear and he felt his body warming, his mind instantly conscious of every part of her that was pressed against his own. “Because I’ve got something for you.”


“And that something is in the back of your car?” Sugawara teased, fingers brushing against the skin of her back just beneath the hem of her shirt, his gaze lingered on her affectionately. He watched as her shoulders shook slightly with laughter as she unlocked the vehicle to open the door to the backseat, turning to tug on his hand before seating herself.

“Well, that wasn’t the original plan,” she explained as she scooted across the row of seats, her smile growing when Suga crawled in after her, closing the door behind him before leaning to press his hands into the seat on either side of her, mouth quickly finding the skin of her neck. “But I just couldn’t wait anymore,” she breathed and he hummed against her collar bone.

And, god, anything that was her would always be the perfect gift. The way her body arched against his, the way her hands tugged at his clothes, the way her voice echoed in the confines of the car were everything he could ever want. With clothes still clinging to their bodies, they felt the heat filling the space around them, fogging the windows to hide the illicit acts that were taking place inside.

A groan bubbled up from his lips as he pressed his face against her shoulder, his hips instinctively quickening in pace as he felt the heat in his belly burning. The way she began to twitch and tighten around him is what pushed Suga over the edge, his breath leaving him in heavy bursts. And when he pulled away to direct his gaze down on her, he felt his heart pound against his ribs, a smile crossing over his lips.

Today had been full of excitement, but there was nothing like the feelings that she brought into his life.


Asahi slowly pushed himself to his hands and knees, gaze taking in her disheveled form which alone caused another shudder to run through him. He felt a strand of his hair hall from the loose bun to drop across his forehead, eyes following her had that rose to tuck it back behind his ear. When their gazes met again, there was nothing stopping the broad smile that spread across his face.

They shared a laugh as he dropped to his elbows in order to press his lips tenderly against hers, the gesture intimate and warm. Their bodies still intertwined in the tight space and their legs pressed into the doors at awkward angles, surely to make for some sore limbs later, but that was far from either of their minds as they delved further into each other.

He realized that volleyball was not the only thing that he had won this day - or any other day in his life - with her there with him, mouth pressed to his own. Having her there for him to love and spend these very moments with was the greatest prize the universe or any god could’ve given to him. And he would take this gift that rung within his heart every time their gazes met and he would cherish it for the remainder of his days.

Words of love tumbled forth before he could even think to stop them - but then again, why would he want to? She deserved every one of them and more. She deserved more than he could give. And as they curled together on the small space of the backseat, his hand stroked over her hip and her fingers reached back to run through his hair, he knew that this world had rewarded him by bringing her into his arms.

So besides like “pain olympics” there’s definitely “tired olympics” where like if I complain I’m tired, because I don’t do well with less than 8 hours that’s just how I am, a hundred people will swoop in like “I know I just worked 12 hours and only slept 4 😴” and I understand that sucks but it’s certainly weird how it’s also like a point of pride when really…..it shouldn’t be. I ain’t ashamed that I need sleep, and honestly y'all should like take a nap

This is what I love, and can’t stop loving
Get wasted at parties, from 9 ‘till 7 in the morning
I live for the music, rolling blunts, feeling high, getting loaded or take some pills and go to La La Land
Spending all my money on dope and extreme high priced tickets
But in the end it’s all worth it

I like to live in my own world
Fuck regular life, fuck a 9 to 5 job
I’m told to enjoy every moment, every hour, every minute
That’s what I do on Fridays and Saturday
Why should I take life so seriously?
I just wanna do what I like to do
Being far from reality, cause I can’t stand society
This is my own world, I just wanna hear the music

I think the whole system fucking sucks
Everybody’s working their fucking ass off during the week
Getting totally fucking stressed out
So what’s wrong, and what’s right?
I live for the weekend, I live for hard styles, I live for hardstyle baby!
—  Showtek - FTS

anonymous asked:

Nothing to do with your blog so ignore this. You know what would make me feel better at the end of a conversation with my family, whether it s about being gay and homophobia or sexism, or racisim? If for once I could see we made some progress with eachother and not just making me feel like I wasted 5 hours trying to be fair and be good at listening and representing logical thought out arguments. I feel like I'm wasting my life for important things to be ignored.

It can take a lot of time to poke holes in someone’s thinking, especially when it’s something that has been directly taught to them and culturally engrained in them (depending on where they are in the world and what type of community they lived in), and especially now that the entire country (I’m assuming you’re in the US?) is being told by our “leader” that what they believe is acceptable. Racism, to some people, is looking normal or acceptable and… I’m going to stop before I get too political, I’ll go on for days.

I lowkey understand what you’re going through, though I will admit I’ve never had to convince anyone in my family to see sexism or racism for what it is or persuade them to not be racist or sexist. Homophobia, however, I have experienced in a small amount. My father was NOT accepting when I first came out. It wasn’t bad like I was threatened or kicked out, but he did yell. The next day at school, I was so stressed from that and other things going on in my life at the time that I passed out. Hard. Dad, of course, was called by the school and instructed to take me to the hospital. The ride there was silent but when we got there, we decided not to go because we both knew what happened. So on the way home, he was in tears letting me know that he loved me regardless and though he doesn’t understand why I need labels (I’m bi), or exactly why I feel the way I do, nothing is ever going to change. Fast forward about six years and now marriage equality is looking threatened. I talked to him about it and he kept reassuring me he didn’t think anything was going to happen, and also said something along the lines of “I don’t really see why it matters that much. Why do you NEED to be able to get married?” So I basically put him on my level and went through why he wanted to get married, why he and my stepmother decided to take that step if it “didn’t matter much,” (so talked about legal and financial benefits of marriage) and finally, I reminded him that if marriage equality were overturned I’d have to move at least three states away to find one that will still have marriage equality on the books (I live in the South). He finally got it. He got why I was so obsessed with marriage equality not being messed with, and why it was important that I be able to marry my girl when we’re ready. It took putting him in my shoes and me in his, and bringing him to my level of thinking, and it took me telling him I’d have to move away until my state allows same-sex marriage because until it did my marriage would be like it never happened. Some may argue that was a little too easy, and they are probably right. Not everyone is going to accept this approach, I’m just lucky my dad did. But it was also 6 years of calling him out for making homophobic jokes that hurt and showing him where he wasn’t quite as accepting as he used to think (he used to cringe specifically at gay PDA on TV but if it was hetero PDA he didn’t bat an eye so I called him on it).

 I’m still working on him with being more understanding of the Trans community. He’s never ugly about it, though he does make faces when it’s brought up so I have small conversations at a time and when he starts to get REALLY uncomfortable, I stop. In those conversations I share experiences I’ve encountered with people in the community, I explain their side, I try to bring him to their level and ask them how he would feel if he felt any of what they endure. And it seems as though he empathizes, but still can’t wrap his head around it. 

I guess that was my long preachy way of letting you know that it’s okay for progress not to be made right away. It takes a lot of time and patience to get someone to understand prejudice and see why it’s wrong (especially with what the political climate is right now). Keep being patient, keep allowing their views to be heard. As an example, I find that many misogynists, are afraid of women’s voices being heard over men’s and that feminism is trying to say that women matter more than men when of course that’s untrue. So allow that man to have his voice be heard and then tell him the woman’s side and remind him that he got his chance to speak, so now in the interest of being fair he should hear the women’s concerns and REALLY hear them. Provide respectful counterarguments where you can while having these discussions and always keep it respectful. The second we get defensive or combative that whole conversation is lost because they are going to be defensive and combative right back. 

I know you weren’t asking for tips, so I hope I didn’t just step over some line, but I’m really proud of you for talking to your family and trying to help them come to the right side of history. The human brain is an incredible thing and even when the conscious mind is rejecting new ideas because they are stubbornly set in the ones they already have, the subconscious mind is still listening and still storing that information that may some day come back up and give them something to think about. If there is a positive experience (or at least not a screaming match) attached to it, they will be more likely to think it through when that information comes back.

And also keep in mind, Anon, that some people just don’t change until it’s too late. My great-grandmother was a racist her whole life. It was definitely a generational thing, of course, but it was still unfortunate because my mother worked to show her the flaw in her ideologies her whole life to that point. My great-grandmother didn’t see the error of her thinking until she was lying on her deathbed. Some people are just not able to see the light and it’s a really sad thing. Stay strong and if you ever need someone to talk to so you feel heard, I volunteer. :)


Much love and thank you for sharing! <3

Oi, I’m going to take a hiatus.  4-5 hours of free time after work is not my ideal amount of time to draw since I like to finish a piece in one sitting.  Instead, I’m going to waste my free time by playing Pokemon and watch anime to distract myself.  Please don’t bother me.  I am angry at my current life schedule and little things are bugging me more than they normally should.  I don’t want to snap on people I care about.  Art is the only thing that keeps me happy and I’m too frustrated to do that.  I’ll be back when things get better.

1. not all friendships are the same, and that’s okay. you can have one friend you tell everything to and another that all you ever do is watch movies.
2. life is worth it and so are you.
3. don’t waste time hating someone. if you don’t like them, don’t talk to them.
4. take your medication. you’ll thank yourself later.
5. you might be sad now, but give it a few hours. you’ll be able to breathe again.
—  things i try to remind myself of every day
Obsession Progression
  • Step 1: Oh maybe I'll check out thing.
  • Step 2: Wow thing is cool, I like thing.
  • Step 3: Omg thing is amazing, I love thing.
  • Step 4: I can't get enough of thing more thing all thing.
  • Step 5: THING IS LIFE THING IS EVERYWHERE STAY UP LATE FOR THING SPEND HOURS WASTING YOUR TIME ON THING PROCRASTINATE RESPONSIBILITIES FOR THING.
This is what I love, and can’t stop loving
Get wasted at parties, from 9 ‘till 7 in the morning
I live for the music, rolling blunts, feeling high, getting loaded or take some pills and go to La La Land
Spending all my money on dope and extreme high priced tickets
But in the end it’s all worth it
I like to live in my own world
Fuck regular life, fuck a 9 to 5 job
I’m told to enjoy every moment, every hour, every minute
That’s what I do on Fridays and Saturday
Why should I take life so seriously?
I just wanna do what I like to do
Being far from reality, cause I can’t stand society
This is my own world, I just wanna hear the music
I think the whole system fucking sucks
Everybody’s working their fucking ass off during the week
Getting totally fucking stressed out
So what’s wrong, and what’s right?
I live for the weekend, I live for hard styles, I live for hardstyle baby<3
—  showtek

anonymous asked:

hey so idk if you guys can say anything that'll help here but I've been feeling really really fucking sad lately I've dealt with depression for like 3 years now but it's super shitty now and I'm so apathetic it sucks so bad I feel really numb all the time but anyways I guess I started drinking a lot lately to try and feel something and I know it's bad for me because I'm underage but at this point it's kind of like fuck it I want to die anyways so sorry for bothering you guys

life is a shitty gift that no one asked for but like what if you meet a really cool dog soon? why would you not want to be around for the potential of spending time with a really fucking chill dog. i drink too much to deal with my anxiety disorder but have recently made some big steps towards getting that shit in check. i can’t give you actual advice on your depression. that shit is complicated and i feel like i would only come across as insensitive. i know you may have been told this before but spend time with the shit that makes you happy. waste no time with shitty mother fuckers or shitty situations. burn it down and walk away. watch futurama for 5 hours a day because that is better than real life.
- derrick