is tonight a good night for me

Pizza

So I ordered pizza for dinner tonight because I am lazy, but also because @gabrielgadfly fed me pizza last night, therefore reminding me how much I like pizza and making me want it again because he is a bad influence.

There are three pizza places here that I typically order from. The first is slow as fuck and the more expensive of the three, but also very fucking good. So that’s for like, when you have company and you want something nice and you can plan ahead. The second is fast and quality (and also has good pasta dishes if you want that sort of thing instead). The third is Domino’s (and I need not say any more about that). So tonight I ordered Domino’s because cheap and fast.

When I order from the second company, the same driver always delivers my pizza. He’s this middle-aged Italian man and I love him to pieces. Tonight, my Domino’s arrives and who is it? This same dude. “Hello!” he says. “So good to see you again!” And I’m like … wait. I ordered Domino’s and you … how can you … I ….

So yeah my mind was kind of blown and also I kind of felt like I was cheating on the other place and now he knew, and that made me slightly uncomfortable.

anjaxrusher  asked:

How are you boys doing? I jsut got off my evening shift, had a great one. Do you guys have any fun plan this evening?

Magnus - I’m glad you had a good shift, dear. We were going to have take out and bake a pie, but Alexander texted me saying he might have to work late and possibly stay the night at the institute. So I might go to my club tonight instead.

fullmetal-fitblr  asked:

SHAY. My husband and I are on a fancy night out in the big city and have had way too much wine, and, of course, we were talking about FMA and how great it is and long story short I'm pretty sure we're going to read Hellbound together tonight because that's what you do on nights like these, right? Also thank the Lord for autocorrect because this message would be a hot mess otherwise. But yes. Hellbound. Good. Yes. Ajfbdnmakah.

SJDfaklfjfd oh my god so this message made my entire week??? You guys are so great I hope you have a wonderful night out skldjfa

(Also here’s the link if it’s too hard to search on mobile ;A;)

You guys are just alsdfjflk <3 <3

Absolutely Disgusting Shippy Starters
  • "I got you a little something..."
  • "You look adorable in that."
  • "Flowers? For me?"
  • "Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you."
  • "I know you had a long day, so I took care of dinner."
  • "I did a little shopping at the naughty store."
  • "Let's cuddle and be sluggish all night long."
  • "Did I tell you you're beautiful, today?"
  • "I already ordered pizza for tonight."
  • "Candles, rose petals and champagne? What's the occasion."
  • "I can't believe that you fell in love with me."
  • "What is the one thing you absolutely, positively wanted?"
  • "Time to bury ourselves in blankets and ignore the rest of the world."
  • "Gimme that phone. It's getting shut off."
  • "You did all this for me?"
  • "Normally I hate surprises, but you did good."
  • "You just made my terrible day not so terrible."
  • "I will protect you, no matter what."
  • "Let's get a little tipsy for science."
  • "Wow. You look amazing."
  • "If it wasn't for the fact that I am so happy I would be suspicious right now."
  • "I love you so much."
  • "Shall we climb into bed?"
  • "You tried and that's what counts."
  • "I just want to curl up into your arms and sleep for days."
  • "I just have one question for you; ice cream or popcorn?"
  • "We should go to the festival!"
  • "You're not going anywhere without me. Especially anywhere dangerous."
  • "How would you feel about getting married?"

tenderest lines in bbc sherlock: 

  • “i never guess.” “yes, you do. what are you so happy about?”
  • “take my card.”
  • “feeling better?”
  • “uh, milk. we need milk.” “i’ll get some.” “really?” “really.” “and some beans, then?” “mmm.”
  • “that…thing that you, uh, that you did. that, um, you offered to do. that was, um…good.”
  • “somebody loves you.”
  • “look at them. they all care so much. do you ever wonder if there’s something wrong with us?” “all lives end, all hearts are broken. caring is not an advantage, sherlock.”
  • “i am sorry. forgive me. merry christmas, molly hooper.”
  • “this is low tar.” “well, you barely knew her.” 
  • “merry christmas, mycroft.” “and a happy new year!”
  • “are you sure tonight’s a danger night?” “no, but then i never am. you have to stay with him, john.”
  • “he’s sherlock. how will we ever know what goes on in that funny old head?”
  • “shame on you, john watson.” “shame on me?” “mrs. hudson leave baker street? england would fall.”
  • “so she’s alive, then? how are we feeling about that?” “happy new year, john.”
  • “my brother has the brain of a scientist or a philosopher, yet he elects to be a detective. what might we deduce about his heart?” “i don’t know.” “neither do i. but initially, he wanted to be a pirate.”
  • “i don’t have friends. i’ve just got one.”
  • “sentiment?” “sentiment.”
  • “ready?” “yes.”
  • “you look sad. when you think he can’t see you.”
  • “sherlock, i don’t want the world believing-” “that i’m what?” “a fraud.”
  • “no, i know you’re for real.” “100 percent?” “well, nobody could fake being such an annoying dick all the time.”
  • “you’re wrong, you know? you do count. you’e always counted and i’ve always trusted you. but you were right. i’m not okay.” “tell me what’s wrong.” “molly, i think i’m going to die.” “what do you need?” “if i wasn’t everything that you think i am, everything that i think i am, would you still want to help me?” “what do you need?” 
  • “please, will you do this for me?” “do what?” “this phone call, it’s my note. it’s what people do, don’t they? leave a note?” “leave a note when?” “goodbye, john.”
  • “i’m a doctor, let me come through. let me come through, please. he’s my friend. he’s my friend, please.”
  • “you told me once that you weren’t a hero. um, there were times i didn’t even think you were human, but let me tell you this: you were the best man the most human human being that i’ve ever known and no one will ever convince me that you told me a lie. so there. i was so alone and i owe you so much.“
  • “i’m not lonely, sherlock.” “how would you know?”
  • “i hope you’ll be very happy, molly hooper. you deserve it.”
  • “please john, forgive me for all the hurt i caused you.”
  • “look, i find it difficult. i find it difficult, this sort of stuff.” “i know.” “you were the best and the wisest man that i have ever known. yes, of course i forgive you.”
  • “oh, those things you said- such sweet things! i never knew you cared!”
  • “i asked you for one more miracle. i asked you to stop being dead.” “i heard you.”
  • “i mean, who leaves a wedding early?”
  • “into battle.”
  • “i thanked him for the trust he placed in me and indicated that i was, in some ways, very close to being…moved by it.”
  • “you- you mean-” “yes.” “i’m your…best…” “man.” “-friend?” “yeah, of course you are. of course you’re my best friend.”
  • “the point i’m trying to make is that i am the most unpleasant, rude, ignorant and all-round obnoxious arsehole that anyone could possibly have the misfortune to meet. i am dismissive of the virtuous, unaware of the beautiful, and uncomprehending in the face of the happy. so if i didn’t understand i was being asked to be best man, it is because i never expected to be anybody’s best friend. certainly not the best friend of the bravest and kindest and wisest human being i have ever had the good fortune of knowing.”
  • “john, i am a ridiculous man, redeemed only by the warmth and constancy of your friendship.”
  • “what’s wrong? what happened? why are you all doing that? john? did i do it wrong?” “no, you didn’t. come here.”
  • “clever?” “i’d say so.” “you would? am i important?” “to some people.”
  • “not you! not you! not you! you. it’s always you. john watson, you keep me right.”
  • “we wouldn’t do that, would we- you and me? we would never do that to john watson.”
  • “how dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with? and how dare you betray the love of your friends?”
  • “human error.”
  • “hello, redbeard. they’re putting me down too, now. it’s no fun, is it?”
  • “john will cry buckets and buckets. it’s him that i worry about the most.”
  • “your loss would break my heart.” “what the hell am i supposed to say to that?”
  • “oh, sherlock. what have you done?”
  • “john, there’s something i should say, i’ve meant to say always and then never have. since it’s unlikely we’ll ever meet again, i might as well say it now. sherlock is actually a girl’s name.”
  • “to the very best of times.”
  • “you’ve been reading john’s blog. the story of how you met.”
  • “wherever i find him, whatever back alley or doss house, there will always be a list.”
  • “there’s always the two of us. don’t you read the strand?”
  • “since when do you call me john?” “you’d be surprised.” “no, i wouldn’t.”
  • “sherlock. promise me?”
  • “doctor watson? look after him, please?”
  • “you just like this dog, don’t you?” “well, i like you.”
  • “your life is not your own. keep your hands off it, do you hear me?”
  • “you can keep your scars.”
  • “well, that’s interesting.” “what is?” “the way you think.” “superbly?” “sweetly.” “i’m not sweet, i’m just high.”
  • “he’s not about thinking, not sherlock. no, no. he’s more emotional, isn’t he?” 
  • “i’m gonna make a deduction.” “oh, okay, that’s good.” and if my deduction is right, you’re gonna be honest, and tell me, okay?” “okay. though i should mention that it is possible for any given text alert to become randomly attached to-” “happy birthday.” “thank you, john. that’s…very kind of you.” 
  • “it’s okay.” “it’s not okay.” “no. but it is what it is.” 
6

♫  don’t you let me go, let me go tonight  ♫
♫  don’t you let me go, let me go tonight  ♫

8

I was too busy to post as they came so here’s some of katsucon for today (feat. @driftingbystars and her boyfriend as Cloud and Aerith)

I think I love you - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word count : 1,484

Warnings : none

Requests are closed!

Originally posted by juptern

Your phone rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would only take a minute.

“Hi, this is (y/n) speaking.”

“Hey (y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the line.

“Jughead! I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you saw Archie rolling his eyes.

“Marvellous. So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.

“Sorry Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He didn’t have to worry about it.

“I promise we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while before you heard back,

“Yeah sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.

“See you.” With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that you weren’t spending as much time with him.

“Jughead, wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.

“Hey- I wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.

“Of course, go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon would regret.

“I’ll probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of  them to the other, you saw the irritation and annoyance in their expression.

“I thought you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your fingers.

“I’m sorry Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game, how about that?”

“Why does it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.

“That’s not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”

“By ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie. Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way. But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.

“I’ve spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you treating me like this?”

“You know what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed and continued crying.

It was all your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again. Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he still would have been on that beanbag, singing.

Maybe half an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once again.

“Sssh. It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.

“Why- Why are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek with his thumb.

“Your mom saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.

“I ruined your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.

“Nothing to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend.  A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You felt love. You loved Jughead Jones. 

He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He was the one who was there for you.

“Jughead.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“(y/n)?” You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in your core.

“I think I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.

“I think I love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.

“I think I love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours. Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave him a last long peck on the lips before saying,

“Do you want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber, both dreaming about each other.

*gif is not mine!!

Blond(e): Powerful Lyrics that Stuck Out To Me
  • Nikes: we're not in love but ill still make love to you
  • Ivy: i thought that i was dreamin when you said you loved me, it started from nothing
  • Pink+White: you showed me love/dark skin never saw the shade
  • Be Yourself: be yourself be secure with yourself
  • Solo: think we were better off solo/inhale(in hell) inhale (in hell)theres heaven
  • Skyline To: it begins to blur when we get older
  • Self Control: ill be the boyfriend in your wet dreams tonight/keep a place for me
  • Good Guy: i know you dont need me right now
  • Nights: if i get my money right you know that i dont need you/hope you're doing well bruh/new beginnings wake up the sun is going down/shut the fuck up i dont want to your conversation/been ready for you all my life
  • Solo(Reprise): solo that i can admit when another kid gets shot by the popo it aint an event/no more
  • Pretty Sweet: you cant hurt me now
  • Facebook Story: jealousy pure jealousy for nothing
  • Close To You: ill be honest i wasnt devastated but you couldve held my hand through this pain
  • White Ferrari: left when i forgot to speak/ i care for you still and I will forever
  • Seigfried: im not brave/been livin in an idea from another mans mind/id rather go to jail ive tried hell/maybe have a good cry over you/id do anything for you((in the dark))
  • GodSpeed: i will always love you,how i do/ill let go of my claim on you/always
  • Futura Free: im just guy not a god

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“And is your family here tonight?” One of the journalists asks him when he’s just about to push his way backstage.

“My grandfather is,” he decides to say when the guy doesn’t back off. “Could you let me through?”

“Yes, sure sure - is there nobody else?” The man moves, but now Yuri doesn’t. “Mr Plisetsky?”

He forces a deep breath into his lungs. “Nobody, no. Good night.”

———-

Viktor goes first. He just knocks at the door of Yuri’s hotel room, impolite as always. Before Yuri can protest, he’s already sticking his head inside, stomping in a mere moment later. “Just saw your interview.”

“So? I didn’t insult your beloved fiancé this time-”

Two arms close around him. Yuri’s heart thunders.

“Your family watched your entire performance. They were there the whole time, and if you still don’t see that, then it’s about damn time.”

Viktor leaves without a word. Yuri doesn’t mind. He couldn’t have replied anyways, not with his heart beating up into his throat, or with the first tear reaching his cheek when the door goes shut.

———-

“Do you think I’m family?”

“I need to borrow your gloves. I forgot mine. Please?”

“I asked you something.”

Yuuri looks up from where he’s tying his skates. He’s smiling and Yuri bites down on his lips, hard, so he doesn’t do something stupid like crying (again).

“Never doubt that,” Yuuri says quietly. He pushes his hand into Yuri’s hair, ruffles it like the idiot (inspiration, just never letting him know that, friend, or that, and maybe something that is stronger and thicker than all even without blood or water) that he is, and gets up. “Now let’s go.”

———-

It’s only after practice that Yuri can’t find his gloves. Turns out that it’s not a problem, because Yuko sends him a pair in her next package. And if he wears them even though blue and pink never were his favourite colours, well, that’s his business.