i'm going to be busy on the weekend

Person: Why on earth do you fall in love with fictional characters rather that real boys?
  • Jem Carstairs: I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope that you wil not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life - whatever length - happy, by spending it with you. I want to be married to you, Tessa. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life.
  • Augustus Waters: I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.
  • Maxon Schreave: I want everything with you, America. I want the holidays and the birthdays, the busy seasons and lazy weekends. I want peanut butter fingerprints on my desk. I want inside jokes and fights and everything. I want a life with you.
  • Will Herondale: Marry me. Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.
  • Dimitri Belikov: I love you, Roza. I'll always be here for you. I'm not going to let anything happen to you.
  • Ian O'Shea: I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful.
  • Percy Jackson: The world was collapsing, and the only thing that mattered to me was that she was alive.
  • Patch Capriano: I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life.
  • Ethan Wate: I never loved you any more than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than I do, right this second.
  • Tobias Eaton: I might be in love with you, but I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you.
  • Jace Herondale: I love you, and I will love you until I die and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then.
  • Peeta Mellark: My nightmares are usually about losing you.
  • Real boys: ...
  • Real boys: ...
  • Real boys: ...
  • Real boys: ... nice butt

anonymous asked:

Can you do MC defending Jumin bc Zen's constant insults/complaining gets on her nerves? ee I'm not used to asking for stuff I hope you're not too busy and I'm not being rude

Author’s note: LOL I hope you guys are as amused with this as I am ;)


  • When Yoosung and Jaehee called dibs on riding with Seven, you KNEW getting stuck with Jumin and Zen was going to be a pain in the ass
  • Who’s brilliant idea was it to have a team building weekend anyways??
  • “Can someone pull up the directions? Seven’s driving too fast for me to keep up.”
  • Jumin sighed and began looking through the glove box of your car
  • “Where’s your map?”
  • “My what?”
  • Your map! You can’t expect-”
  • “Here,” Zen shoved his phone in Jumin’s face
  • The screen lit up as the monotone GPS voiced the directions
  • “Take exit 477 in 3 miles.”
  • “Wow…” Jumin marveled at the phone
  • Zen scoffed, “I can’t believe you asked MC for a map,” he looked over at you, “..Why are you dating this jerk again?”
  • You looked at him through the rear view mirror
  • “Watch it, pretty boy.”
  • He held up his hands in retreat and leaned back in his seat
  • “Take exit 477 in 2 miles.”
  • Jumin handed Zen back his phone without saying a word
  • “What, no thank you?”
  • “What have you done for me to be thankful for?”
  • Zen rolled his eyes, “Seriously?”
  • Jumin shrugged and turned back to the front
  • “It’s like I’m talking to a robot,” Zen mumbled under his breath
  • He really sucks at whispering…
  • “Lighten up, Zen! We’re supposed to be bonding, remember?”
  • “I thought that didn’t start until we reached,” he cleared his throat and raised his voice, “the cabin of wonder!!!” 
  • “Was that a Seven impersonation?”
  • “Of course! Genius Agent Seven Zero Seven is ALWAYS perfect! Never fails! Only VICTORIES!”
  • Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to hold back laughter
  • “Take exit 477 in 1 mile.”
  • “That was so amazing, I’m actually crying,” you choked out between breaths
  • Jumin gave a tiny smile as he watched you and Zen, and decide he wanted in on the fun
  • “I hack computers for a living and suffer from crippling depression!”
  • The laughter stopped
  • You glanced over at your boyfriend
  • “Uh..G-Good job on the impression, honey… very… accurate!”
  • Zen kicked the back of Jumin’s chair and began howling with laughter
  • “That was THE WORST impression of ANYONE that I’ve EVER SEEN!!!”
  • Jumin’s smile faded, but Zen continued
  • “I mean, COME ON?? You have the humor of a rock!! No, wait… that’s insulting to rocks.”
  • “Shut up.”
  • “Really? It that all you got? Maybe you should just hire someone to make up comebacks for you.”
  • Within the next second, the two burst out in an argument, their loud voices filling up the car
  • “Take exit 477 now.”
  • “I can do my own dirty work, you WHITE-HAIRED FREAK!”
  • “WELL-”
  • Jumin was interrupted by the slamming of brakes
  • “M-MC?”
  • You had pulled over as SOON as you had taken the exit, and parked the car at what looked to be an abandoned gas station
  • “Are you two done?”
  • Zen gulped, “W-Well-”
  • “Yes, ma’am,” they said in unison
  • You sighed before looking back at Zen
  • “Listen, I know how much you love pushing his buttons, but Jumin is NOT a robot. He has feelings, okay?”
  • Zen nodded, too afraid of you to say anything else
  • “I don’t want you insulting him anymore,” you looked over at you smirking boyfriend, “or at least not while I’m around.”
  • Leaning over to the passenger side, you got closer to Jumin
  • “And YOU,” you sighed, “try not to make any more jokes unless Jaehee or I pre-approve them.”
  • The smirk dropped off his face
  • “…Fine.”
  • You smiled and put the car back into drive
  • “I still don’t understand how you could think that’s not a robot,” Zen gestured to Jumin
  • “Because,” you smirked, “no robot could be THAT good in bed.”
  • and that was the last thing Zen said for the entire trip

Why do I stay busy all the time and burn myself out so frequently??  hahaha just to escape the existential dread


trade mistakes // panic! at the disco

  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *thoughtful* I love-
  • Rosamund: Molly?
  • Sherlock: No, I need-
  • Rosamund: Molly?
  • Sherlock: *frowns* No, I want-
  • Rosamund: *nods* Molly.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *hugs his knees; pouts* Whatever. I miss Molly.
  • Rosamund: *rolls her eyes* It's only for the weekend.
  • Sherlock: *sulking* But why did she have to go with him?
  • Rosamund: *shrugs* They're just friends.
  • Sherlock: *bitter* You should have seen him. Drooling all over her.
  • Rosamund: *sighs* Men *gets up; walks into Sherlock's bedroom*
  • Sherlock: *looks up* What are you doing?
  • -a few minutes later-
  • Rosamund: *skips back in; on the phone* I know you're busy, Aunt Molly, and I'm sorry to interrupt but Uncle Sherlock has something important to tell you *holds out the phone*
  • Sherlock: *eyes wide; shakes his head*
  • Rosamund: *frowns* Or you could put this on speakerphone and I'll do it.
  • Sherlock: *snatches the phone; swallows* Hi, Molly. How's it going?
  • Molly: *exasperated* Actually, Sherlock, I'm in the middle of a lecture. Rosie said it was important so...
  • Sherlock: *coughs* Right. I...um, I miss you.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: That's the important thing you wanted to tell me?
  • Sherlock: *sweating* Well, yes, that and...I...I love you.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *giggles* I love you too.
  • -a chorus of 'awww's can be heard in the background-
  • Molly: *to her class* Oh, be quiet, you lot.
Highway (Part 4)

Originally posted by littlepawz

Summary: There’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you babydoll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Wordcount: 3,352 

Part 1  / 2 / 3 / 4


It turned out your new small town wasn’t so small.

Sure, it was still much smaller than many, if not most, towns in the country, and sure, its Welcome sign was old and the letters were beginning to peel, but the downtown area was bustling with activity.

On such an early Saturday morning, many townsfolk chose to rise early and go out to town for their cups of steaming coffee and hot breakfast meals. The town was a sight to behold, and you’d felt a bit guilty for assuming the scenery would be prosaic and dull. The town, which had been burrowed between mountains and hills and pine trees, set an emphasis on historical architecture and quirky shops and restaurants. It was the kind of town you’d read about in novels and seen in films, and you were in a trance.

After taking in the initial attraction of the small town, you found yourself seated at the window of a charmingly small coffee shop. The walls were old brick and adorned with hoops of dim string lights and black and white photographs of the town’s history. It was quaint and you found yourself not caring so much that there were so many people packed in such a small place.

You assumed your good mood was because of the pair of hot cinnamon rolls you had demolished mere minutes before, or because of the fact that a special someone was pestering you over the phone in good humor.

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Word Count: 1042

Triggers: None

Requested by Anonymous

“Cappuccino for…Hermione?” Alec called. He hated working at Starbucks. The drinks could be confusing and so many people tried to trip him up so that they could get a free drink. It was hot, unappreciated work, but someone had to pay the bills. He hated it when people would give stupid fake names just to try and be “cute.” None of them were ever that cute. Well, almost never. This Hermione was actually pretty attractive. She was small, had long blonde hair and, even though Hardison hated to be corny, the face of an angel. He almost dropped her drink just so she’d stay longer.

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anonymous asked:

Yes, ma'am, I know it's 2 am and your tired. You already told me you have your 3 kids with you. I am aware that you just drove 8 hours and you need somewhere to sleep. I understand that you didn't think the hotels in town would be this busy. I'm still completely sold out of rooms. Maybe you should've called 8 hours ago? Or, y'know, a month ago when you actually planned this vacation.

I don’t get why some people don’t plan ahead for shit like that. My husband and I go on our belated honeymoon weekend at the end of next month and you bet your ass we’re setting reservations within a week as soon as we find the perfect place.It’s common sense to ensure you won’t be shit out of luck when the time comes. -Abby


Alright I’ll be out on business all weekend so I don’t think I’ll be able to work at all, that includes creating content for the blog so it might look a little empty for a couple of days.

Everything should be back to normal on Monday, though. Hopefully you guys will understand. Just wanted to let you all know before the “are you dead?!” messages start coming in. 

Catch y'all on Monday~

table for...one? | wonwoo

member: jeon wonwoo / reader
genre/warning(s): agent!au, spy!au, slight!humor, slight!drama, romance, drabble.
word count: 1,400+
Anonymous said: “Can i request for #2 with wonwoo please? Thank you! I’ve been reading your writings for a while now, and i wish you all the best! Fighting! 😊”

prompt: 2. “I’ve been dating this person for what, two years now? How am I supposed to react when they come to our anniversary dinner as our waiter/waitress, only to tell me in the middle of a crowded restaurant that they’re undercover?? Undercover from what??? My potential wrath?!?” AU

Originally posted by visual-17

How many times have you checked your wristwatch now? Ten? Twenty? 

How long have you been waiting for him? Thirty minutes? An hour, perhaps?

“Please don’t do this to me on tonight of all nights,” you whine, heels clacking upon the tessellated flooring from nerves.

Sitting alone at a table reserved for two, your watch glimmers when it catches the flicker of the candle placed on the tabletop’s center. The dainty piece of jewelry wrapped around your wrist was a gift, an emblem of affection really, and as you rest your forearms atop the table’s pristine cloth, your fingertips run along the cool grooves of its band. 

You remember the night when Wonwoo first presented the piece to you as a gift, exactly a year ago from this night. Given it was your first anniversary, it hadn’t been spent within the luxury of a bistro, but rather it was a sweet – not to mention cliché – picnic at the local park. It was something cute and light-hearted; something that reflected the nature of your relationship at the time. You also remember quite fondly as a grin embellishes your lips, how he had tried but failed at upholding a chic persona, and how his words bled together in low, bashful murmurs to string together how much he appreciated you. He only made you fall in love with him even more when he claimed that the fireflies lighting up that summer night alongside his confession was for special effect.

God, he was – and unapologetically still is – such a dork. However, he’s a dork that’s late for his own two year anniversary dinner date!

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I haven’t had time to watch American Gods yet* but do I even need to when I’m watching Critical Role weekly?

This is getting out of hand, the man went from just being super lucky to being able to call out “Nat 20” and make it happen. On live internet television. And people are praying to him during their own games. Heck, I’ve credited him when I roll Nat 20s in my games lately, just as a joke but now it’s not quite a joke any more. That much belief has gotta have some power behind it, right? What is going on. 

* it’s on the docket for this weekend if I get all my work done, been a busy few weeks and I wanna give it the focus it deserves.

anonymous asked:

My boyfriend is going to be moving away at the end of summer to go to a university, about 3 hours from me. We're both adults, but I don't know how I'm going to cope with him being gone. Any advice? (Please use this one since I'm on anon please)

Bitch, this is the 21st century. You are never more than like five inches away from a way to contact your boyfriend. Text him. Tweet him. Facebook him. Instagram. Snapchat. Fucking Skype, if you want real-time. Or facetime, if you’re Apple people.

You’ll make plans for weekends seeing each other and you’ll see each other on breaks and holidays and fucking Christmas break is like a whole damn month long. And you’ll be so busy with school anyway. It’s not like you’ll never see each other again.

Also, this is a regional thing, but round here, three hours isn’t really all that far. This ain’t Europe where you drive for three hours and pass through three different countries. If you really want to see your boyfriend or if he really wants to see you, one of you will make the effort to drive three hours. OR you find somewhere to meet in the middle. That way, you only have to drive 1.5 hours. That’s like the length of a great road trip playlist*.

Introducing, your new favorite website: MeetWays. It’s a site that lets you put in two places and it will not only find the middle of those two places, but it will tell you somewhere to meet in that area. You can meet for coffee or dancing or drinks or movies or whatever the fuck it is you and your boyfriend do with your time.

So to answer your question not-really-anon-because-you-submitted-this-twice-and-I-saw-your-real-username, you will not see your boyfriend 24-7, but that’s no excuse for not being in contact with him and being able to make plans to see each other. There are ways and you will find them.

- J

*I started with mixed tape and realized none of you little shits know what a tape is anymore. So I switched it to CD and then I got mad because that’s still outdated. Fuck, I’m old.

  • me: Plans on writing fanfiction
  • me: gets distracted with reading other author's fics or blogging on Tumblr or the internet
  • me: 3 hours later...oh well, I guess I'll write tomorrow

hiiiiii 🌸

ccaterix  asked:

hey! i absolutely adore your characters and was curious about jasper most of all. i was wondering how his relationship is with his mom? i think i remember that there is basically no relationship between him and his but i'm wondering if jasper is a mama's boy? and also how does kasey interact with his parents? better yet how does kasey interact with jaspers parents?

Aw, thanks for the wonderful ask! ;_ ;

You’re right – Jasper is a mama’s boy. He cares about his mother, Lisa, deeply, and cherishes her quiet strength. Jasper hates his father, Katsumi; his father cheated on his mother, for years and years, had a “weekend family” (he would lie and say he was going on business trips), and after Alex’s mother passed away, Katsumi brought Alex home one weekend. Jasper’s mom was devastated but she chose to raise Alex like her own son, and Jasper grew to love his half brother, too. His mother tries to hold their family together, because she knows its a broken one. 

Kasey’s family is the total opposite! They are extremely loving and very honest. Jasper, who needs people to be honest after what his father did, loves Kasey’s family, despite being a little prickly himself. He’s very cautious about opening his heart to people, but Kasey and his family make it too easy. 

As for Kasey with Jasper’s family, he loves Lisa and Alex! But his interactions with Jasper’s dad are limited. He doesn’t personally find him very terrible to talk to, but Kasey is friendly to everyone. He doesn’t like what Katsumi did, or how its affected Jasper, but he knows better than to outwardly dismiss Katsumi and upset Jasper’s mom. The rare times they have dinner together at the Asano’s, Kasey is polite and sociable, even if Jasper rarely talks at family dinners.  

let’s step away from the fish bullshit for a moment bc i am in logic hell

the reason lup and barry can get away with disappearing for secret dinners and weekend getaways for 20 years without anyone suspecting anything is because they’re both assholes who are really into circular logic arguments and everybody else hates it, so they’re too busy being relieved that they don’t have to interpret what the fuck (∃ x) (∃ y) Rx, y is supposed to mean to even wonder after them