im a tired baby

I look for you everywhere. Even in places I know you won’t be. I still look because i keep hoping that maybe one day you just might come back to me.
—  D…
reasons why william afton is not a good people

presented by me. these are fact

  • sneezed on a baby 
  • murdered toddlers
  • sent his son to build baby clown person with risk that he will dead
  • has a fursona
  • furry
  • hnhnnnggggn murderbot with booby
  • eats pineapple pizza
  • bad
WHOO STORY TIME
@connormurphweed read this I crave validation @her-biness too I love you both

Jeremy is in the kitchen at Michael’s house, and he has no idea how he got there.

He’s tired, eyelids slipping down until he opens them again, crossing his eyes and struggling to get them focused again.

He’s standing, legs apart so that his thighs aren’t touching, and he knows he should go back to bed, Michael’s bed, but he can’t move. It’s like he’s in a trance.

He woke up about twenty minutes ago, Michael’s back pressing warmly into his, and he felt blood trickling down his thighs. Shit.

He had gotten up quickly, not wanting to get blood all over Michael’s bed, went to the bathroom, and saw that he would have to quietly go downstairs, because surprise, Michael doesn’t have pads in his personal bathroom. Double shit.

He goes downstairs, changes his pad, then decides to just camp out in the living room until the morning.

He gets a glass of water from Michael’s fridge, where the water is so cold a film of frost ices over the top of the water if he leaves it alone for a bit, and takes a long drink.

It burns his throat going down, but he likes it like that.

He then just sits on the couch, dozing off, until he hears the creaking of steps going downstairs. He startles, pulling a blanket over his head but peeking out.

He sees red pajama bottoms, then a pac-man shirt.

Michael.

He’s rubbing his eyes tiredly, and his hair is a mess, and he doesn’t have his glasses on. Jeremy suddenly feels guilty.

Michael is stumbling over himself, which makes sense because, you know, his glasses aren’t on… his face.

God, Jeremy is more tired than he thought.

Michael is fumbling with his phone, but he looks more awake then Jeremy feels, so there’s that.

Then Michael’s phone flashlight sweeps brightly right into his eyes, and Jeremy resists the impulse to hiss loudly.

He covers his face with the blankets, flushing as he hears Michael walk over to him.

“I know you’re under there, Jeremy,” Michael says. His voice is low and husky, and Jeremy falls in love with him a bit more.

“Sorry,” Jeremy whispers back. “I woke up then I didn’t want to go back upstairs because of my fucked up sleeping schedule and-” He’s rambling, but then Michael pulls back the blanket, and Jeremy shuts up. “Sorry.” He finishes quickly. Michael smiles a little, then pulls him up off the couch and into the kitchen.

“Dance with me,” Michael tells him, and Jeremy nods.

“Okay.”

The night took a turn, but it’s a good one.

Michael clicks on a playlist from YouTube Music that’s labelled Calm Songs For Dates.
‘I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You’ starts to play. Jeremy is standing awkwardly, then jumps a little when Michael turns around and grabs his hand lacing their fingers together. Jeremy’s other hand goes up to rest on Michael’s shoulder, and Michael puts his hand on Jeremy’s hip.

“Dance with me,” Michael says again, then starts to sway with the music. Jeremy sways with him, both embarrassed that he doesn’t really know how to dance, and feeling a bit cliche.

“This is what they do in movies,” Jeremy says. Michael huffs out a laugh.

“Shut up, my favorite part is playing.” Michael starts to hum, then sings quietly in Jeremy’s ear.

“Take my hand,” Michael squeezes their linked hands a little, making Jeremy’s mouth quirk up at the corners, “take my whole life too, for I can’t help falling in love with you.” Jeremy then joins in singing.

“Like a river flows, surely to the sea, Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be,” Then the two boys sing together, their voices melding together to make a pleasant harmony.

“Take my hand,” this time Jeremy brings their hands together, placing them in between he and Michael’s chests, then leans forward, trapping their hands between them, “Take my whole life, too, for I can’t help falling in love with you, for I can’t help falling in love with you.” The song fades out, leaving the boys to be swaying together, their foreheads touching.

The two then look towards Michael’s phone as ‘Here Comes A Thought’ from Steven Universe starts to play. Jeremy giggles and lets his head plunk against Michael’s shoulder.

“I can’t believe you, Michael.” Michael grumbles and steps on Jeremy’s foot. “Ow!”

“Screw you, it’s a good show, and this song is relaxing!” Michael sounds offended, which only makes Jeremy smile more.

Jeremy starts to softly sing along, stopping Michael from skipping the song from spite.


“Here comes a thought that might alarm you, what someone said and how it harmed you, something you did that failed to be charming,
things that you said are suddenly swarming,” Michael joins in, and Jeremy stops singing to start doing simple footwork that he remembers from dancing in sixth grade.

“And, oh, you’re losing sight, you’re losing touch, all these little things seem to matter so much, that they confuse you, that I might lose you,”

And they go on like that. There’s a part in the song where there’s an tinkling of notes getting higher and higher, and, at that part, Michael tries to pick up and twirl Jeremy.

He isn’t able to do it because Michael has pretty much no muscles whatsoever, but Jeremy appreciates the effort.

Then that song ends, and Michael pauses the track, letting the two stand in silence. It’s nice, Jeremy thinks, it’s nice to be standing in your boyfriend’s kitchen as the sun is rising, holding hands, dancing, and enjoying each other’s company.

Michael then yawns. A squeak comes out of his throat as he does, Jeremy snickering.

“Shut up,” Michael says mock-angrily, swatting Jeremy’s bicep. Jeremy holds back his laughter, his cheeks puffing out.

“Sorry.” He and Michael both laugh together, then Michael starts to lead them both upstairs.

“I’m going back to bed. Join me?”

“I’ve heard worse ideas,” Jeremy teases him. Michael flushes red.

“Shut your face.” Michael mutters as they crawl under the covers. Jeremy smiles widely.

“Okay.”

“Maybe ‘okay’ will be our ‘always.’” Michael says sleepily, rolling on his side and opening his arms so that Jeremy could lay by him.

“I can’t believe you.” Jeremy mutters, but still lets Michael hug him.

“Night. Well, morning.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Maybe-” Jeremy knees him in the calf.

“Go to sleep.”

“O- alright.”


Wow that was cheesy

Moonbyul said she’s scared with all the love that she’s getting bc she wants to take a step closer to these people but they might take a step back in return. Maybe bc they’d see her flaws and back away? Idk I’m just making shit up but I’m so emo

Originally posted by lagala-je-grade

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: In Guardians of the Galaxy(2014), Groot sacrifices himself to save the rest of the Guardians, blasting into a million pieces of twig. Rocket then plants one of those twigs and Groot grows back as a baby. Using this logic, couldn't he have planted each of the twig pieces and created an army of groots? Could those groots have been the new Guardians of the Galaxy(2017)?
Saving Kittens Thing

Bleeding heart James Potter does his level best to save seven cats from a terrible fate, but Lily Evans, his heartless monster fiancée, tries to thwart him at every turn.


week one.


Lily Evans to James Potter: no

James Potter: i haven’t asked a question.

Lily Potter: and yet

James Potter: but how did u know???

Lily Potter: your 762 cat pictures uploaded to the cloud james

James Potter: right.

James Potter: it’s just, hes been hanging around the office for the last two weeks…
Lily Evans: you don’t even like cats??

James Potter: but he likes me. maybe I never liked them bc they were all assholes?

James Potter: chicken or egg, u know?

Lily Evans: amazing

Lily Evans: see u in a few

Lily Evans: no to cat. yes to takeout for stressing me out

James Potter: ur stressed? im marrying an unsupportive woman in 7 weeks??

Lily Evans: *kiss emoji* eggrolls.

James Potter: yessir


James Potter to Lily Evans: but look at how CUTE he is

Lily Evans: no


James Potter: he likes milk

Lily Evans: impeachment song voice: no. no. no. no. no. nono. nononono.

James Potter: killjoy!

Lily Evans: remember the squirrel

James Potter: that was one. time.

Lily Evans: and yet, i have veto power

James Potter: will u always have veto power? like for the next sixty years?

Lily Evans: we had to call professionals in??? almost got kicked out??? our lease specifically and unequivocally forbids pets of any kind???

James Potter: technicality, yes, but as mum owns the building, pretty sure i could sway her w/ wedding leverage

Lily Evans: we are NOT having swans, geese, ducks, or other fowl at our wedding. so no leverage for u.

James Potter: killjoy!!!!!


week two.


James Potter to Lily Evans: he is a SHE

Lily Evans: …?

James Potter: THE CAT

Lily Evans: how do u

Lily Evans: nvnmd

James Potter: check ur snaps!!!

Lily Evans to James Potter: james. when u get home we need to talk abt appropriate things to snapchat.

Lily Evans: example: cats giving birth? not appropriate!!

Lily Evans: also, are u under the bushes in front of your work?

James Potter: ITS JUST LIKE 101 DALMATIONS

James Potter: except cats!

James Potter: and six of them.

James Potter: seven including boots.

Lily Evans: boots?

James Potter: have u seen HER feet? boots.

James Potter: the Miracle of Life. im transformed.                                             

Lily Evans: oh boy


Lily Evans to James Potter: babe. ur going to get fired for sending too many snapchats on work hours.

James Potter: my dad is the boss?

Lily Evans: he asked me to text sense into u. or to bribe u.

James Potter: rude.

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