Okay so Kara ended up with alot of flowers from Mxy, and we all know she can’t possible keep all of them, so how much you wanna bet Kara ‘hufflepuff’ Danvers starts giving them away to people. Like the employees at catco go to work one day and just have bouquets of flowers on their desks, and the agents at the deo. Eliza wakes up one morning and sees a dozen bouquets of flowers in her house. Clark and Lois end up getting one, Cat gets one, and so does Lucy wherever she is. Lena’s office overflows with them, and random people, waiters, postmen, teachers, firefighters, the cops.

Like Kara did this you can fight me on it.

mervlock  asked:

concept: sherlock and john fall asleep in the mattress store

“John, can we have an water bed?”
“Hell no.”
“No way. I don’t wanna wake up with a water pool in our room.Because where there is you, there is no way it will survive a week”

“Okay…this one?”
“This one is nice.”

A rustle of coat and limbs.

“Ah this one is soft!.. Come John. Lie down with me.”
“This is a store. And I didn’t have a good night’s sleep. I might fall asleep.”
“You won’t. I will wake you up. Pretty please.”
“Heck. okay.”
“We need bedsheets too John.I saw a bee printed one. I want that.”
“And we need to go to Tesco.”
“This..mattress..is soft..” And John drifts away.

Sherlock observes him for a while. John is gonna be so angry when he wakes up from a sleeping the middle of a store.The owner will come at any minute.

Let’s make a bed together in every place we go.

Sherlock closes his eyes too because this is oddly perfect.

This was silly af. :3


Her: “Bae…bae…bae wake up.”
Him: *continues snoring*
Her: “Nigga wake yo ass up! I’m in the mood right now!”
Him: *opens eyes and turns around* “I’m up, I’m up! So you say you wanna do what right now?”

@amesbonet I hate this😭😭😭😭😂😂

anonymous asked:

Where are you posting your et keith fic :00

Ok normally I don’t post anons bc they ruin the flow of shitposts but this is about me and I care about that (a heads up if you’ve sent an anon I appreciate it but I don’t wanna annoy the viewers)

The fic will be on ao3 but a link will be put here when it’s done and all of you will find a Zayne Malik cardboard cutout standing by your bed when you wake up after it’s publish!

Tagged by @cavahamdoullah

age- 21
biggest fear- not reaching any of my goals
current time- 21:05
drink you last had- rooibos tea
every day starts with- waking up middle of the night
favorite song- dont really have one
ghosts- if i believe in them??? nah, but jinns exist yooo
hometown- is lame lol, dont wanna tell 
in love with- genuine people in general, who give off good vibes
jealous of- ppl with a good metabolisme lmao
killed someone- yea many, in my head
last time i cried- like… yesterday maybe? i cry a lot fam
middle name
number of siblings- 4
one wish- idk
person you last called/texted- mama
question you’re always asked- “did you do your hw” or “are you really 21 years old???”
random fact- im quite the germaphobe and can get in a very bad mood(read angry) if ppl (who have bad hygiene) touch me or are near me 
time you woke up- around 5am 
underwear color- -
vacation destination- literally anywhere as long as i learn about the culture and history of that place
worst habit- overeating
your favorite food- probably moroccan 
zodiac sign- virgo  

I tag @kayrawan @catchingjinns @imvne @iraqueen @eebro @faroofash @mexicanheaux @zcinab

anonymous asked:

shes just so wonderful, I bet she dosent cut herself like I do and it seems like he's so in love with her if not already and she just seems so intelligent and Im barely passing my classes, I just wanna wake up and b beautiful like her, it would be amazing if you took time to answer this Xx Ive always compared myself, my whole life

The problem isn’t you. The problem is him. There’s gonna be a guy that you meet that you could never be a bitch too and will be amazing to you just how you are. She’s her own person and she has her qualities but damn you have so many awesome qualities too and that boy just didn’t get the chance to see them. You’re an angel and I know it’s hard to not compare yourself but you should only compare yourself to your previous self. Love you cutie

anonymous asked:

You wanna hear stories and I'm so excited that I want to tell mine... I'm typing this from my professor's apartment while he's in the shower. Every morning, he wakes up first and he holds me until it's time to get up. We eat cereal and drink coffee and go about our work/studies together. I thought I was crazy about him when I was a student fantasizing over what this would be like... but it's better than I ever could have imagined. ... and holy cow, I love him more than I ever thought possible.

Wow. I think I speak for the whole TCC when I say that you are living our dream. That’s really adorable and I wish you the best ;)


I’m trying to get over you, I’m trying so goddamned hard. And some mornings I wake up and think, yes, maybe I finally am free. Free from my echoing thoughts of you. Free from the constant battle of loving you and losing you. But then other mornings I wake up and all I can think about is how your eyes look with sunlight in them and how your face looks just before you break into a smile.
Maybe we aren’t meant to be together, maybe not now, maybe not ever.
And I don’t wanna have a single grain of hope, because blessed are those with no expectations.
But sometimes I think against my own will that what if we break all the laws?
Maybe we’ll forget each other soon but what if we meet again someday in the future, and in one look we’ll feel the ache in our hearts of our incomplete love, and maybe then I’ll be right for you, and you’ll be right for me?
Maybe we are meant to be together, maybe not now, but maybe someday.

And today’s onesie is..Tigger from Winnie the Pooh

I really wanna write a Zelda all about Dadondorf, like

In this cycle, Ganondorf wakes up/reincarnates/is freed early, and as he’s finally gotten sick of the cycles, he finds the infant Hero of Courage and either kidnaps him or orphans him so that he can raise him for himself, with the goal of corrupting him towards darkness and evil

But over time, Link corrupts Ganondorf, and by the time he’s old enough for him becoming the Hero of Courage to begin reasonably getting set in motion, Ganondorf has legitimately become a caring father to him

And then this cycle’s Zelda begins a hunt for the Hero of Courage and the Bearer of Power, because Ganondorf’s awakening all those years ago did not go unnoticed, and this Zelda only believes in the roles Fate has laid out for the three; as such she’s lost perspective on her own rule and has become something of a tyrant.  When she and her entourage reach Link and Ganondorf’s village, she meets them both (by accident; Ganondorf didn’t know she was there) and she takes Ganondorf prisoner with the intent of executing him

And Link has to begin his journey in a way nobody ever intended: to free the land from the tyrannical Princess Zelda, and to rescue Ganondorf from her diabolical clutches

Bonus points for Ganondorf reveling in the quiet love of the parental bond and genuinely being remorseful for his actions in past cycles

Additionally, Link has to wrest the usual Zelda reincarnations from fate’s grasp; he has to convince Impa to rebel, the oracles of the three goddesses to forsake their traditional champion, he has to spend the entire game telling fate that the universe has finally had enough.

It’s winter and Credence has been living with Graves for a while now. He has a room to himself, with a bed bigger than any he’s ever seen, far cozier than the cot he had when living under Mary Lou’s roof. There are blankets and more pillows than he’ll ever need, and he is warm despite the snowflakes falling outside.

Unlike every morning he isn’t alone. Credence glances at his side, and there, within arm’s reach is Graves. He came to his room in the dead of night when Credence was having a nightmare, and Credence asked him to stay. He didn’t want to be alone. His demons would only torture him further. He needed to see Graves. To feel him. Close. So they slept together, with heads resting over feather pillows looking at one another, not caring if the space between was too small, breaths mingling, heartbeats ringing so loud in unison. Graves fell asleep first. His eyes tired around the corners, a slight furrow in his brow, lips tightened a bit.

Credence finally drifted off seeing the rise and fall of the man’s chest, his lashes fluttering every once in a while, dreaming perhaps, seeing things Credence couldn’t.

And now the sun has awoken, bleak and muted, a bright, blurred spot in the grey skies, and Credence is looking at Graves as he wakes up. The man turns a little, shifting closer, head lolling over the pillow. His hand comes to rest near the shadow of his jaw, and then he’s making this sound, this groggy, moan-like sound that makes Credence’s heart beat faster, makes him want to reach the man if only with the tip of his fingers, to touch him, to make sure he is real. He is here, right next to Credence. In bed. Vulnerable. Alive. Human.

Graves opens his eyes as if the light is too dazzling, as if the sun itself was staring back at him, and those dark, almost black eyes are glassy and slightly puffy and red, heavy with sleep, and then there’s a soft curl of his lips, tentative, unsure, but oh so very honest and pure, and as the man breathes out a raspy ‘good morning’ Credence believes he’s found, at last, the place where he belongs.

I wanna feel the light, I wanna touch the sky. I wanna know your name, I hope this warmth remains. I wanna touch your skin, I want to know you again. I wanna feel your light, I hope we last the night.

… I wanna wake up, feel the water and the sunlight on my face. But time is never on our side…

(click title for the song) smn pointed out how goddamn tired Prompto looks after the 10year gap n YES, he really really does. Like maaan. N then another Amarante song inspired me for this scene- I imagined how Prompto n Noct would have a similiar chat as they had back then, when Prompto pours out his heart a bit. but just…not really anymore? because he’s so tired of this. all of this. he want’s to feel alive again! he missed noctis so much. n he missed all of them being together n when shit was still alright. n he misses the sunlight. god he misses the sunlight. n he misses watching noctis fish n doozing off while waiting for him. n he misses the life they had. the peace before they left insomnia. the ignorant bliss.

n it all kind of ended up in this piece; kinda like the last night before everything ends n prompto holds on to noctis, to his light, for the precious few moments they got left because time is never on their side…

Another piece that made it into my Etsy shop- Go grab yourself a print :)