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I am following 484 blogs. HOW IS MY DASH THIS SLOW?! WHERE ARE ALL YOUR GUYS POSTS! GAH!

If you are awake right now like this or something and I will follow you.

Cool.

“You can’t do your work according to the people’s values. I’m not talking about ‘following your dream,’ either, I never like the inspirational value of that phrase. Dreaming is a way of trivializing the process, the obsession that carries you through the failure as well as the successes which could be harder to get through. If you’re dreaming, you’re sleeping. It’s important and imperative to always be awake to your feelings, your possibilities, your ambitions. But you also know this, for your work, for your passions, every day is a rededication. Painters, dancers, writers, filmmakers, it’s the same for all of you, all of us. Every step is a first step, every brush stroke is a test, every scene is a lesson, every shot is a school. So, let the learning continue.”                   

—  Martin Scorsese

Still from Casino (1995, dir. Martin Scorsese)

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breathless, a nezushi!merman drabble (8)

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The wood of the dock was still wet from the previous day, when the sky had thrown rain into puddles that littered the platform on which Shion sat without notice or concern of wetting his clothing.

           He was anxious, today, worried that his merman had waited for him the night before, worried that his absence from the dock had changed something between them.

           Changed what, exactly, Shion couldn’t be sure, and mulled over as the sun took its time to blanket itself under the horizon. He considered the idea of a connection between himself and his merman, but this connection had no definition he could pinpoint, no description he could begin to word.

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anonymous asked:

20. Steter

cywscross said:20 - “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” for Steter? Please and thank you;)


I’m sorry.


“… eter…”

“Peter!”

“Don’t you fucking dare—“

“C’mon, Peter!”

“… kill you…”

“Please, Peter. Please!”

—-

“You fucking asshole,” he hears Stiles say. The words lack their usual bite though.

He’s awake, but can’t force his eyes open, can’t squeeze the fingers clutching his. He feels confused and incredibly tired. Numb like he’s slept for a very long time and so heavily he didn’t move. He might not flop around in bed as much as Stiles does, but he still tends to fidget a bit normally, usually when he unconsciously follows the heat of Stiles’ body to keep them in contact.

“You’re supposed to be the smart one, not the self-sacrificing douche. That’s my thing,” Stiles admonishes, his voice strained like he’s forcing the words out. Or trying to keep them in.

“I swear to god, if you pull off a stunt like that again I’m gonna kill you myself,” he squeezes Peter’s fingers like he’s making a promise.

Stiles falls silent again, but he’s moving, lifting Peter’s hand. He kisses Peter’s palm, presses it to his face. Peter could swear he feels moisture on Stiles’ skin.

"It’s been four days,” Stiles says, hushed and pained, “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you."

Peter tries. He tries to force his eyes open, his fingers to twitch. Wants his mouth to open so he can let Stiles know he’ll be with him soon.

But it only exhausts him more and he’s on the verge of sleep all too soon. So he promises silently instead to be awake the next time Stiles asks.

It’s easy to fall back asleep with Stiles holding him in place, sure of the knowledge that Stiles will stay and wait.

They promised. Till death.

anonymous asked:

Fitzsimmons 458? And congrats on 500 <3

Thank you!

458. stuck-in-an-airport-because-the-flights-were-SO-VERY-delayed-and-it’s-like-two-am AU

Jemma slowly came to consciousness, groggy and disorientated. She squeezed her eyes more tightly shut, trying to block out the glaring fluorescent lights and the distant humming.

Wait, fluorescent lights?

Jemma started, properly awake now the she realised she was mostly upright, in an airport, and…oh, god, she’d fallen asleep on a stranger’s shoulder.

She slowly raised her head, surreptitiously wiping the corner of her mouth for any drool before she glanced up at the stranger she had accidentally used as a pillow.

Breath tight with mortification, Jemma met his gaze. Heat flooded her face, as she realised that the man she had fallen asleep on was staring at her intently. Worse, he was really cute.

“Hi,” she said. He didn’t say anything in reply, just continued to stare at her. “I, um. I’m really sorry. I didn’t sleep much last night preparing for my presentation and now that our flight has been delayed and it’s, like, 2AM my body is no longer obeying my brain.” Jemma snapped her mouth shut to stop the endless flow of words.

“You were at the conference?” he asked. Jemma shivered as his Scottish accent raced down her spine.

“Yes. You, too? What’s your field?”

“Engineering. You?”

“Biochem. I’m Jemma, by the way.”

“Fitz. You’re not…Doctor Simmons, are you?”

“Yes! And you must be Doctor Fitz!”

“Guilty.”

“I’m sorry I missed your talk.”

Fitz shrugged. “I saw yours, but I was way up the back. You spoke well, and your work is fascinating.”

“Oh, thank you,” Jemma said, her a blush creeping into her cheeks. To manoeuvre around her embarrassment at the compliment, she changed the subject. “Fitz, in your professional opinion, how long should it take them to fix this supposed mechanical problem?”

“If it were me? Five minutes.”

Jemma didn’t doubt his claim. There was no room for modesty when genius was involved.

“And the airline engineers?”

Fitz scoffed. “Well, we’ve been delayed three hours already. Could be any time, really.”

“Oh,” said Jemma.

“You could…I mean, if you wanted, you could use my shoulder again. I wouldn’t mind, and you look like you could use the sleep.”

Jemma tried and failed to stop her hand immediately jumping to her hair. She must look an absolute fright, and in front of the first interesting man she’d met in a long time. She sighed and decided she was too tired to care.

“You know what? I think I’ll take you up on that. Thank you.” Her eyelids were already drooping. At least he wouldn’t be able to escape while she was sleeping, so she’d be able to talk to him again when she woke up (hopefully) feeling more coherent.

He pulled a packet of crisps from his bag and offered them to her. “For sustenance. God knows when we will eat again.”

She smiled. She took a few crisps and popped them in her mouth, and Fitz’s eyes followed the movement to her lips, before his bashful gaze darted away.

Jemma smiled all the harder, rolled up her jacket, and made herself comfortable on his shoulder. When she woke up to the flight attendant finally calling for boarding, he’d barely moved an inch.

It turned out that by some divine providence the two of them were sitting next to each other, and Jemma had never thought she would be so glad for a delayed flight.

Happy 500 followers to me! Prompt list here.

Three Things To Consider Before Sharing a Flat (And One That May Be Dan Howell Exclusive)

1.) Nakedness will ensue. Doesn’t matter if you don’t want it, it’s going to happen.

“The only way you know you guys are true friends is if you’ve seen each other’s dicks.” Felix tells him one day over lunch. Dan immediately forgets he’s in a public place and loses his breath laughing so hard. Felix catches Dan’s giggle bug and laughed himself, but his eyes contained a spark of “wisdom”.

“Oh, you think I’m kidding? Nuh-uh. That is real, real talk. From me to you. You’re welcome.” But Felix’s facade washes away in a wave of laughter.

The prophecy is fulfilled the following morning. As Dan walks into the bathroom, innocently needing to wiz, only to get an eyeful of a very naked Phil. Luckily for Dan, he was so sleepy he hardly registered what he saw until after he was hurriedly ushered out the room. The universe was surely having a laugh at his expense. Surely.

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Voice Meme
  • Voice Meme
  • this piece of shit
  • straight outta my bed
Play

No one tagged me, but I heard the lovely llawlietofficial​‘s voice meme and wanted to do this. Made at 4:00 AM, super sleep-deprived and very rambly so yeah that’s what this is gonna sound like (`・ω・´)

QUESTIONS

  • Your name and username. (I forgot to do this but you know my name.)
  • Where you’re from.
  • Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, Alabama, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY.
  • What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?
  • What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?
  • The bug that when you touch it it curls into a ball?
  • What do you say to address a group of people?
  • A wizard or a vampire?
  • How old are you?
  • Is it cold where you are?
  • Favourite colour
  • Colour of your eyes?
  • Do you have freckles?
  • When is your birthday?
  • Last thing you drank
  • Taco or quesadilla
  • A million dollars or a million friends?
  • Shark or Elephant?
  • What do you call gym shoes?
  • What do you call your grandparents?
  • What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?
  • What is the thing you change the TV channel with?
  • Choose a book and read a passage from it.
  • Do you think you have an accent?
  • Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?
  • End audio post by saying any THREE words you want.

I TAG ANYONE AWAKE AT THIS GOD AWFUL HOUR

1. How many hours do you spend awake at night?
a. most. 
b. every.
c. sleep? please. 

2. The world is _____, and you are _____.
a. swimming in darkness; drowning.
b. alive; not. 
c. her; alone.  

3. Read the following statement.
“i just can’t do this anymore.”
Is this a: 
a. hyperbole
b. metaphor
c. stabbing sensation in the gut

4. Mark the following statements with either TRUE or FALSE.
 _____ You loved her. 
 _____ She loved you. 
 _____ Being with her was like being punched in the gut. 
 _____ (but, oh christ, you liked it, you liked it.)

5. Answer the following short essay in a minimum of five sentences. Make sure to incorporate the words provided below, and explain their relationship.
-miss/missing/missed
-cry/crying/cried
-anger/panic/grief

Remember to take a deep breath, and to do your best.

—  please fill out this survey to the best of your ability || m.m.c

hoodzer asked:

when you get this, you must publicly post something nice about at least 5 different people you follow, then copy and paste this in each of their ask boxes. check my blog to see what I said about you!❤️

this ended up being quite long so here you go!

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Binge Watching Tips/Rules

I have come up with a list of 9 binge watching tips that you should follow when binge watching. Please enjoy!

1. Pick desired show. If it only has 12 episodes makes sure you have something else lined up.
2. Have a decent supply of some sort of drink and easily accessible food.
3. Find a comfortable spot, I don’t recommend your bed because you are more likely to fall asleep there and if you do stay awake your body will think of your bed as a place for being awake not asleep. ((Science bitch))
4. Get in comfortable clothes, pajamas work great
5. If you know it will be a feels fest, then have a blanket, tissues and something to hug.
6. If it is a scary show then have your back up against your wall, it will take the edge that someone is behind you off
7. Be ready to sit for awhile
8. Try to limit the times you leave your cave if you leave and come back a bunch of times you will lose interest in the show
9. Have fun!

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Hello 💃

I just wanted to make another post about, well, editing. I made one earlier that was more of a PSA post (that I didn’t post when people was awake I hope you all saw it btw, I’m bad with timezones). This is not a PSA post but more like, a post about my personal preference

Far left picture is a random edit that popped up on my dash that made me go “hmm you sure about that” bc I’ve seen pictures from this event and Kai did not look like that. I searched for the source image and found it, middle picture is the original fantaken one that I will not reblog on this blog, but you can reblog it if you want to since this is about my personal preferences and not yours. Far right picture is a picture from the same event but a different fansite (feat. Suho)

Now I’m not gonna criticize the edit that much since I don’t think it’s an ugly edit, to my surprise it was better than the original. They didn’t edit the melanin away, rather they amplified it with some filter or another, the background has more color as well, also to me it reads clearly as an edit and not an edit presented as a candid photo

It’s the original fantaken I don’t like bc that type of editing is very popular among fansites. They don’t edit the skin-tone away entirely, they leave the skin-tone partially alone (they edit it but don’t remove it) and they smooth out everything; removes skin-texture, moles, scars, blemishes, fixes smudged makeup and some fansites tries to make excessive sweating “pretty” (they can never fix chapped lips though, they can remove all human traits but god forbid they fix their chapped lips), in other words, they edit as if the idols just stepped out of the front cover of Vogue, nobody looks like that, not the idols (especially not after a 3 hour concert!!) and neither does the models on the front covers of Vogue

I don’t mind this editing if you’re good at it, meaning you stay away from uncanny valley territory, so on here I will indulge some fansites I know edit but they keep it “natural” so to speak, but if I feel they went too far I’ll decide it’s not worth it and let it be, I don’t mind anybody else reblogging those fantakens, the core battle here is fighting colorism not the fear of ugliness, but my personal preference is that I love photos where I can see their skin, just see the realness of them, heck if I can see the makeup clogging up their pores I’m in heaven, scars and blemishes and stretch marks and cellulite (last one applies more to girl groups but you get my drift)

This blog is in the public/datablog blog area with a specific theme, but I have been wanting to make an Exo blog for a long time and even if this is not a personal blog I do still see it as *my* blog so I reblog fantakens that suit my tastes, and although I know those smooth, clean edits, fantaken or otherwise, appeal to a mass amount of people, they don’t do to me. If you see a fantaken, or edit that is in the area of “not-bleached-out-but-flawless” it’s okay to reblog, but on here you might not see so many of them

Wow this ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would be! Thanks for reading!

Happy blogging people xx

traianbloodshade asked:

He stood in the doorway, showing up not long after receiving the missive, and looked in to see if she was awake. A single red rose was in his hand and he smiled as he called out softly, knocking on the door at the same time " Kelli? "

The little princess stirred awake from the gentle knock and whisper of her name.  She turned her head to see the gentle wolf dressed to kill in his biker gear, “You know I am sick right? You coming in here looking like that might raise my blood pressure.” She said, putting on that smile he adored so much, lifting a hand to allow him to draw in and greet her, “ News travels quick it seems.” She continued while chuckle following right after to show her playful side is still very much intact.

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kitkatzndragons asked:

Whoops, forgot to put anon for my last question. No use hiding my username anymore then. So, how did you guys first meet the gnomes?

Well, now we can say a nice formal hello to our first regular! We hope you enjoy your time here! Thank you for enjoying…whatever this is! Now for Fidd’s answer!

*clears throat and transforms*

I….do not like gnomes. Our first run in was the result of another adventure, we had disturbed the lair of some common forest wolves while following the trail of several forest nymphs and…things had not ended well. We ran and became separated. I lost my footing and knocked myself unconscious on a branch. When I awoke I found I had been tied up by a large group of little beaded men, their leader came forward and declared that since I was now awake they could commence with the wedding ceremony. 

Turned out they thought I was a woman- A WOMAN!- and since they had fought off the wolves that had been after me it was “only fair” that I repay them by replacing the queen they had recently lost. 

When I explained I wasn’t a woman and therefore could not reproduce the little man- Jeff, if I recall- had shrugged his shoulders and declared I was “good enough, and at least a looker”, apparently what they needed me for was…not that. Good thing they had not bound my legs and that am a fast runner. 

“You can’t do your work according to the people’s values. I’m not talking about ‘following your dream,’ either, I never like the inspirational value of that phrase. Dreaming is a way of trivializing the process, the obsession that carries you through the failure as well as the successes which could be harder to get through. If you’re dreaming, you’re sleeping. It’s important and imperative to always be awake to your feelings, your possibilities, your ambitions. But you also know this, for your work, for your passions, every day is a rededication. Painters, dancers, writers, filmmakers, it’s the same for all of you, all of us. Every step is a first step, every brush stroke is a test, every scene is a lesson, every shot is a school. So, let the learning continue.”
—- martin scorsese