it wants to eat your soul

ok so let’s talk a bit about jobs vs passion. my last fulltime job was at a big game development studio; the kind of job you’re (supposedly) passionate about. most of my colleagues adored the games we made, and so they didn’t care that the company had a major diversity problem, that our salaries were below average, that we didn’t get overtime compensation yet stayed ‘til 11PM more often than what’s healthy, and that the company promoted an unhealthy alcohol culture. because we were passionate. this was the kind of job you grow up dreaming about; don’t go throwing it away because some colleagues are harrassing you or because you get no recognition for your efforts!

for more than a year I was tired. stressed. in constant pain. my anxiety was through the roof. I worked on these “dream projects” and I felt dead inside.

when I quit that job I started freelancing as a writer. I got some really good jobs. I also got a bunch of small-time, low-paid, “hey at least your name is on it so isn’t it enough to pay 10$ for this text?” kind of jobs.

with the typical millenial housing situation of an apartment that I could barely afford on a fulltime pay and a constant stream of job offers that were underpaid I spent four months doing what I love, while constantly overwhelmed by stress. my insomnia got really bad, and when I managed to fall asleep I would dream about my bank balance. I would dream of losing whatever stability I had left in my life, simply because I couldn’t afford a “normal adult life”.

and so, today I got a job. it’s a fairly standard QA job at a medium sized game development studio. unlike any other game companies I’ve been at they offer humane working conditions. they don’t expect me to show up too early and stay too late because I’m passionate. the hours are nine to five, and they disapprove of overtime. the pay is slightly above average, and I get health benefits. I’ve been through several interviews, and at no point has someone tried to belittle my career or tried to convince me to work for less than I’m worth.

for the first time in many years of my career, I’m happy. I’m at ease. I applied for this job because I wanted to get away from the passionate part of the industry. I wanted a job where I could go home at five and dedicate my freetime to my own writing projects. I wanted to work at a place that didn’t eat my heart and soul and energy as I contributed to projects that wouldn’t even bear my name in the end credits.

so what I’m trying to say is that there’s nothing wrong with having a “normal” job. you’re not giving up on your dreams if you take a job outside your main interests. if it offers stability in your life, it’s enough.

🔥THE BIG ASS CLEANSE ROUTINE🖕🏾

So something shitty happened! Or has been happening! For a long time! Maybe you’ve had enough or your situation or made a bad decision. Whatever the case, new beginnings are needed or wanted. Never fear my friends, introducing the big ass cleanse routine.

This “routine” is a detailed list of ways to cleanse your life and soul. Complete all or some of these tasks over whatever period of time you need. -Freya🌹


🔥Clean your room. Dust and purge.

🔥Clean up your diet. Don’t eat anything processed/junk food for as long as you feel necessary. (Try to stick to plant based meals if you can)

🔥Delete old texts

🔥Clean up your social media

🔥Clean your sheets and clothes

🔥Throw out or consolidate old bottles of lotion, perfume, ect.

🔥If you have a carpet, pour a mix of herbs and vacuum.

🔥Take a shower or bath and use a scrub to gently get rid of old dead skin. (I use a home made Sugar, Honey, and Rosemary mix)
🔥Cleanse your skin very well and treat yourself.

🔥Take out the garbage

🔥Cleanse or charge one or more crystals if you can

🔥Make sure your home is full of scents you enjoy. Light a candle or two.

🔥Change out your pillowcases

🔥Move things around, furniture, items, plants, whatever.

🔥If your alter is messy, organize it.

🔥Make a new playlist and delete old ones you no longer listen to.

🔥Be as kind as you can to others throughout the cleanse.

🔥Throw out old candles that are almost finished, or burn them until they are done.

🔥Clean up your herb supply

🔥Donate old books or materials

🔥Donate old clothes

🔥Wash your shoes

🔥If you have drinkable moon water, take a few sips (at least).

🔥Make a sigil inspired by your name and burn it.

🔥Learn something and teach something

🔥If you can, run around in the rain.

🔥Cut your nails

🔥Clean pieces of jewelry that you wear often

🔥Throw or reuse old pill bottles (sometimes i put crystal in mine or paint them)

🔥Begin the process of renewing good relationships and removing yourself from bad ones.

🔥Carefully clean your crystals
Delete unnecessary files on all your devices.

🔥If a favorite tree or bush could use trimming, help provoke new growth by clipping off dead branches.

🔥BLOCK!* TOXIC 1! PEOPLE!!11 :)

🔥Burn shit. Just burn it. Write all the shit down on a piece of paper and safely burn the shit out of it.

🔥If you can’t burn the shit, rip the fuckers up into tiny little pieces

🔥Delete unneeded contacts

🔥Drink lots of water and eat lots of plants

  • Dean: Anyways, now that your back I wanted to go over something real quick
  • Dean: *Pulls knife* What's this?
  • Castiel: A knife
  • Dean: Good, good. And what pray tell do we avoid when it comes to um...sharp objects
  • Castiel: I am not stupid
  • Dean: That's right! We avoid getting stuck with the pointy end!
  • Castiel: Are you done?
  • Dean: No, apparently we need to go over some safety *Hits power on projector* That's a soul, we don't eat those or we explode
  • Castiel: Dean
  • Dean: And who's that? Oh it's Lucifer! We don't agree to be possessed by him
  • Castiel: You are such a shit Dean
  • Dean: And you're shit at staying alive CAS

6am : I was about to pick up my phone and answer your call.

11am : I was about to read a message—reminding that I should never starve myself.

3pm : I was about to tell you how stressed I am—how I wish that I was already at home.

7pm : I was about to see you. So we could eat our favorite dinner together. Sweet moments and bright smiles that could make me forget that I had a bad day.

11pm until midnight : We never have the chance to say goodbye because none of us wanted to cut our conversation, but we always ended up sleeping with a joyful soul.

And if today you’ll still want to know how my day went, I just wanted to tell you that in my heart, nothing has been the same.

—  ma.c.a // I miss the little things
People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.
—  Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

I have such a fascination with being alone. I like hiking, running, sleeping, biking, eating, going to the movies, cooking, reading, walking, drinking coffee, going to museums, adventuring, and living by myself. I like being by myself because that is the time I am able to reflect on what I want out of this life of mine and who I want to be. People struggle to understand this. Being alone is such an incredible time to spend with your soul. 

the summer is ending. i feel fall yawning in me, her golden leaves and the time where the air is the most visible. i am trying to take the sun into the colder months but how long will it be before i lose myself again. before the dawn ends. i want to drown myself in a cider cup. i want to take your kisses and use them like lightning bugs. i’ve never wanted so little and so much in my life. i feel like i’m on the edge of something terrible, terrible, and if i just look over my shoulder, it will remember my name and come eat me. i can’t tell if i’m running from something or everything is just leaving. i’m a little unhinged. my lungs are creaking. tomorrow will be closer to my ending. isn’t that true of all of us, you know. we pretend we’re infinite but we’re slowly, slowly unspooling our souls.

  • Sandor: Fuck Brienne of Tarth.
  • Tormund: I'M TRYING TO!
  • Jaime: DUDE, WHAT DO YOU THINK I HAVE WANTED TO DO FOR YEARS?
  • Tormund: .....
  • Jaime: ......
  • Tormund: .....
  • Jaime: .....
  • Tormund: She give you that look too?
  • Jaime: The one where it's like she's staring into your soul and finding you lacking and all you want to do is prove you're good enough and honorable enough for her?
  • Tormund: I was going to say the thing about how she looked like she was going to kick your ass and eat your liver for lunch, but that sounds like it'd make her like me more.
  • Jaime: Yeah, I know that look too.
  • Tormund: Tell me about all of her looks!
  • Jaime: *whips out a presentation about Brienne of Tarth, her looks, and why she's the best*
  • Sandor: *raises eyebrows*
  • Tormund: That's a lot.
  • Jaime: *shrugs* We were forced to go on a road trip together. I lost my hand, called her wench, and saved her from a bear. She kept me safe and made sure I got home okay. I gave her my sword and told her to keep it (just like my heart).
  • Tormund: You lucky bastard. How long have you known her?
  • Jaime: Long enough to know I should have followed her the first time I let her go.
  • Tormund: My sympathies. I know what that's like. If it makes you feel any better, I still haven't sparred with her.
  • Sandor: Don't.
  • Jaime: You'll lose.
  • Sandor: She bit my ear off.
  • Tormund: TELL ME HOW TO WOO THIS WOMAN!
Writing Prompts - things my friends and I have actually said

1.       “Oh wow, I’m really gay.”

2.       “You are beneath me, SQUID!”

3.       “I’m really glad I’ve never had an anxiety disorder.”

4.       “Shut the hell up! I have depression!”

5.       “Wow, I’m glad [name] is asleep, otherwise they’d be really upset right now.”

6.       “You’re gay!? Woah! I never would have guessed.”

7.       “We’re going out to dinner. Have fun masturbating.”

8.       “I’m too ace for this shit.”

9.       “You know you don’t actually live there, [name].”

10.   “He’s lecturing! SCREAM!”

11.   “All hail Florence Nightingale, our lord and savior – hallowed be her name.”

12.   “To invoke her name, thou must wash thy tiny hands before the final”

13.   “Freud is bullshit and our theories are all obviously named.”

14.   “We were waiting on [name]’s Splatoon-loving ass.”

15.   “A plate! A plate! My kingdom for a plate!”

16.   “I’m at Cook Out because I make bad life decisions but whatever.”

17.   “Come to the kitchen in the next 30 minutes if you want an ass kicking and by an ass kicking I mean brownies and/or ice cream.”

18.   “He has been talking about the Grateful Dead and their literal religion for, like, an hour and a half.”

19.   “I need your soul. And by your soul, I mean I need to see you to give you a key.”

20.   “You should lure [enemy] into my den of iniquity so we can start reprogramming him.”

21.   “How many condoms is it safe for me to eat?”

22.   “Answer me, you fool!”

23.   “The fact that I’m the responsible one here is hysterical.”

24.   “What would I need to do to get you to curse someone?”

25.   “I saw [enemy]. His hair isn’t ugly, but it was so much better before. What a fool.”

6

That empty feeling that eats away at your soul and makes you feel like you want to die, day after day after day and never stops…now take that pain, and use it.

1. Losing people hurts. Friends, lovers, soul mates. You will cry into your pillow and lose sleep, and your eyes will hurt more than ever. Don’t let it affect you so much, you will be okay. Your heart is learning to love and forgive and so is your brain.

2. Eat that pasta you want but don’t just sit back and eat three more plates. If you want that ice cream bar eat it but don’t go crazy on sweets. You deserve a healthy body along with your mind and spirit but you don’t need to keep yourself away from the things you love.

3. Take a shower. Wash your body with hot water and wash your hair with cold. Make your bed and spray lemon scent perfume on your pillows that you stole out of your mom’s bathroom. It’ll help you breathe and sleep better, you’ll have better dreams too.

4. Don’t rely on other people as your happiness. If they make you happy that’s great but what about when they leave? Have your hobbies as your happiness, or even yourself. Be a whole person on your own.

5. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Do you know how many things you have survived and gotten through? You are a brave person and you shouldn’t be so rough and hurtful. You are a piece of art.

6. Don’t focus too much on outer beauty. Those stretch marks don’t make you ugly, neither do your bruises and marks. It shows you’ve been through life and have experienced many things that tied themselves to your body to tag along in life with you.

7. Don’t just wait around for something to happen. Go out there and make it happen and face scary things you would have ran from in the past.

8. Most importantly dance and love and
live and thrive. There is beauty within the ugly and the light will always outshine the dark. You only get one shot at this life, how do you want to spend it?

—  Tips from Blossite Part 2

i. domesticity

I drink milk every day because my doctor says I need it to grow. Kind of like I need this calcium rush in order to make my bones stronger so I stop cracking them so easily. Preventing them from ever reverting to the weak, knobbly knees of last summer when a boy I had a crush on. Had a crush on, crushed me. Like a pulp. Into grains. Like a spoon grinding up soggy cereal swimming at the bottom of a bowl. I wake up in the middle of the night, remembering I didn’t drink 3 glasses today, and run to the refrigerator in my socks and chug it straight from the gallon, barbaric and yearning like a schoolgirl hitching her skirt up too high, and picture the white flowing through my veins. Softening me. Rounding me out. Giving me curves. I get a brain freeze instead and pray I’ll stop crying over spills and that I can sleep with this cold lurching in my stomach.

ii. vicinity

Maybe one day my hair will stop being so limp in the heat, but I don’t think that kind of thing can be anticipated, so I just have to wait. Girls like me live in the back of an un-air-conditioned convenience store, ratty sweatpants, tight tank tops, and crawl out with week-old receipts bursting from their pockets. Like glued ribcage kind of girls, like elastic hair tie, red marks around the wrist kind of girls. The cashier doesn’t mind when I snag a magazine from the rack and browse through it without paying because no matter how hard I try, I end up looking pre-pubescent anyway. And they let things slide. For a girl like me, at least. I’m saying, lopsided bun, wide eyes, a mouthful of crooked teeth, stars pulling them into their places, I was always too scared to get braces. The cover has some headline about how to enlarge your breasts naturally, which I think might be useful, and another about how to communicate effectively with others without saying hurtful things, which makes me laugh. I flip to the back to check my horoscope and eat that prophetic, adolescent shit catered to the teenage soul up like Eucharist laid under the tongue. Swallow down a spoonful of March’s: “Prepare to face some stress this month, but that’s okay! You’ll be able to get through it and find time to relax.” I want to rip out the page and shove it into my bra, like keeping these soft, meaningless words close to my chest will make them seep into my heart and change me. Stop making me think so much, fill my brain up with Arizona tea and static instead. But I’m cheap, and I shove the magazine back. I think my chest will stay flat forever.

iii. mobilization

I seek healing. Mending. I’m fingernails deep, sitting in the back of a subway at 3 a.m., pressing crescent moons into the leather seat, trying to dig up salvation. You can’t find that here, you can’t find that in the cracks between the tiles, you can’t find comfort in the ground up cigarette butt stamped into the floor. I’m wishing against this fogged up glass I could say anything, anything that would make sense for once, so someone could help me. Like please, my mind is bending in backwards, like please, I don’t think this underdeveloped chest can take any more of this resentment or it’s going to explode through my ribcage, out of my flesh, like please, I don’t want to hurt anymore. And it’s not my fault that I launch myself around like I’m in some sick little competition, pretending I don’t care, like I’m having the time of my life. Of course I’m not, of course I’m not, I don’t think having your hands shake and your brain go fuzzy whenever you think a little too much is fun, something to be documented for the world to see. I guess I’m different from other people that way, I’d rather people think I’m having a good time than actually have one without anyone knowing. I wish I knew how to sew, so I could stitch up my fibrillating heart, no matter how sloppy and crooked, but the needle jabs my finger as the subway lurches left, and I bleed, I bleed, I bleed.

iv. unearthliness

My mom told me not to walk naked in front of the altar. Disrespectful, she called it, and even though I agree, sometimes I test my divinity and emerge from the bathroom, the steam from the shower wafting off smoke like the incense in its pot. Young god, skin tinted green from fake gold. Young god, empty stomach, fruit scooped out of its rind, leaving me seedless. This hatred has roots, and I don’t know whether I want to dig out my insides with my hands or fill myself up until I’m close to bursting. I let people think the scratches on my knees are from a night of alcohol and a boy tugging my hair. Of course, it’s that and not child worship on a scratchy rug, not begging for forgiveness, not praying for glamour and glory, not hoping for. Of course it’s not hoping for something better.

—  this pain lasts in every location
Throne of Glass characters and their cakes

1.       AELIN

NOT ONLY DOES SHE CLAIM ROWAN WHITETHORN, SHE TOO CLAIMS ALL THE FUCKING CAKES IN THE WORLD. CHOCOLATE HAZELNUT CAKE? Check. CHOCOLATE CAKE? Check. CHOCOLATE? Check. CAKE? Check.

2.       ROWAN

“CAKE IS NOT GOOD FOR YOUR BODY AND YOUR MUSCLE, CHILDREN.” says Rowan while eating these cute cakes.

3.       LYSANDRA

MATCHA AND OREO CAKE SUITS HER. BESIDES, IT IS A GORGEOUS CAKE.

But don’t be fooled, she secretly has this gargantuan cake in her bedroom. BECAUSE WHY NOT??

4.       AEDION

HE’S NOT AMUSED WITH HIS CAKE. (Look at the wolf’s expression, it’s similar to a FUCKING MIECZYSLAW FUCKING STILES STILINSKI in Motel California in the bus when he’s about to make his friend puke)

5.       DORIAN

HE IS THE PUREST THING IN THE WORLD SO HE DOES NOT EAT HIS CAKE WITH HIS OWN HAND. PHANTOM HANDS, PREFERABLY. WITH CERTAIN WITCH, PREFERABLY.

6.       MANON

BECAUSE SHE LOVES HER BABY ABRAXOS SO SHE HAS A WYVERN IN HER CAKE. And if you so much look at her cake, the wyvern will spit a fire down your face.

7.       GAVRIEL

BECAUSE HE IS THE UNCLE KITTY CAT, HE HAS TO WATCH ALL THESE IRRESPONSIBLE CHILDREN AROUND HIM.

8.       CHAOL

YO, WHAT IS THE MOST EFFICIENT WAY TO PROTECT YOURSELF WHILE EATING CAKE? Yup, have a fucking sword on the cake. HANDY.

9.       NESRYN

DELICIOUS CAKE, BEAUTIFUL ARROW. EASY TO EAT, EASY TO USE.

10.   LORCAN

“I am death, I am destruction, I am blessed by Hella himself, my cake is bitter and as dark as my soul, HERE ELIDE TAKE MY CAKE”

11.   ELIDE

HONESTLY, SHE ONLY WANTS TO ENJOY HER CAKE. ISN’T IT PRETTY?

12.   FENRYS AND CONNAL

WHAT IS CUTER THAN THESE 2 BABIES? LET THEM HAVE THE CAKE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

13.   MAEVE

LET HER EATING A FUCKING MOSS, DISGUISED IN A CAKE. WE DON’T CARE.

14.   ERAWAN

ERAWAN WHO? Oh that lil MONSTER bitch


BONUS CAKE FOR FREE


15.   ABRAXOS

CAUSE HE’S THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD, AND DESERVES THIS CAKE FOR HIS OWN.

Tagging these cuties: @arya-drottning @illyrian-high-lord @fiery-feyre @iamthebonecarver @highladyofshadowhunters @dasai-h @littlehoneyybee @tog-trash

ALSO, ACOTAR CHARACTERS AND THEIR CAKE HERE!

It is so easy to starve yourself
in the same way she starved you of love.
It is so easy to withhold nourishment from your body
in the way she withheld nourishment from your soul.
It
is
so
easy
because that feeling of emptiness, of nothing inside 
is all
you have ever known
and so to feel full is so frightening, so unfamiliar
and apparently you are undeserving of that sensation
for how else can you defend her deprivation?
How else can you explain the fact
that the same woman who brought you into the world
the same woman who was your world
is the same woman who brought it crashing down around you?
How else can you explain that
if not by diminishing your own worth?
But darling,
what I wish you would realize 
what I wish you would open your eyes wide enough to see
is that none of
this
is your fault
but rather hers, 
rather due to her own inability to peer beyond her own demons
and see the angel that you are.
Darling, this is not your war
and your body is not a battlefield
nor are calories a crime.
Self-starvation is not your salvation
for it only continues the cycle she set
in motion.
The only one who can save you now
is you
and the only way out is to eat,
to fight through each tearful bite and merciless meal
to fight back against the urges and her voice shouting in your head,
to feed yourself and fight this sickness,
not the other way around.
Stop punishing your beautiful self for the cruelties she committed - 
the soul that should be serving time is hers and hers alone.
Darling, you are so much more 
than the unmothered child 
and
the unwanted daughter.
If you want to define yourself as un-anything,
be unbound, unleashed and uninhibited -
be more than the perfect puppet she wanted you to be.
Somewhere beneath the lies she laid upon you
and the criticisms and insults she said make up who you are,
somewhere beneath it all is YOU.
There is an innocent little girl and a powerful young woman
waiting to be released.
So darling, take a breath and unchain her,
darling, set yourself free once and for all.
Stop waiting for her to give a love she is incapable of ever giving
and learn to love
yourself
instead.
—  on overcoming an abusive mother, S.R.N.
I. Choke up the depression
Feel it shape-shift to mania in your larynx
You’re drinking bottled happiness now

II. Find someone that scares you more than you scare yourself
Rip your own heart out of your chest and put it in her hands
You’ll only feel real when it hurts

III. You’ll be a mirror
The girl that dropped out of physics–
Bend her light through your focal point
Show her what she wants but does not need
Your friends will say nothing about the bruises
They all know reflected images are not real

IV. Sink deep into your own body
Search
For the soul you convinced yourself was never really there to begin with
Sickness eats at your brain and shreds the lining of your stomach
Self diagnose, self medicate, self destruct

V. Tell the boy in gym class about the pills you pop on the weekend
Two years later he’ll crash his car rolling on the same prescription
Shatters his ulna on the driver’s side window
Quit those and started abusing his adderall
Another casualty left in your wake

VI. Continue to avoid yourself
Internal monologue is canceled today
Drown out any remnants of thought with music louder than your lungs when they scream for nicotine

VII. Today you’re the cool girl in all black
Tomorrow you’ll wear tie dye and soften your voice
Spending the day wondering if your bisexuality is an excuse to ignore the burning need to find your identity

VII. Music can’t drown out the intrusive thoughts
Stay up all night waiting for the floor to fall out from underneath you
Justify three days without sleep as a forced shift to mania
Realize you’re still wallowing in crippling depression

VIII. Switch to uppers

IX. Get clean under a microscope when she gets sick of carrying around your arhythmic heart
Detox in front of an audience
Spend March sweating and shivering
Dry heaving in the back corner of the girl’s bathroom between AP literature and AP psychology
There’s no time to talk about it

X. Spend a year learning to trust again
Make progress through regression
Hurt your friends
See a doctor
Keep an untouched bottle of pills on your nightstand
Let them pile up month after month
Is addiction okay if your name is on the prescription?

XI. Become enchanted by the boy in your ceramics class
Let him shatter the mirror you hide behind
Force yourself to face the tough questions
He’ll hold your hand as you navigate the shattered glass
Lead him to safety–he doesn’t wear shoes

XII. 2 a.m. on a school night and you’re sitting in his car looking up at the stars
Wrapped in the blanket he keeps just for you
Laughing at nothing and feeling everything
This is it
This is you
And you are enough

—  Thank you for holding my hand while I find myself
8

Your mother is never coming back. Your father will never love you. The only reason he wanted you was to use you. You wanted a brother so badly, because then at least you’d have someone to share in the pain. That empty feeling that eats away at your soul and makes you feel like you want to die, day after day after day, it never stops.

Happy

Originally posted by 2mainstreamhipster

Steve Harrington x Reader Fluff

Request: Hey, I just had to break things off with my toxic partner and I’m feeling really angry and upset. Can I please have a good Steve fic to comfort me about this?

First of all, I just want to commend you for breaking away from that kind of relationship. I don’t know your circumstances, but I have been in toxic relationships as well. I had to do a lot of mental and physical adjusting after my last one. They’re never easy to end or move on from, but it does get better. I hope you enjoy this.


Steve! No!” Y/N shouted desperately at Steve as he turned the dial away from Africa by Toto.

“What?” Steve shouted over Heart and Soul by Huey Lewis & the News, “I can’t hear you!” He had a huge shit-eating grin on his face with a lit cigarette hanging on his lips, while he held the wheel with one hand and batted both of Y/N’s away from the radio with the other. Y/N managed to turn the dial back to where it had originally been, but the second she thought she was victorious, Steve turned it right back to Huey Lewis.

“Steve! You know I love that song!”

“This song? Me too. I love Huey Lewis,” Steve let his sunglasses slide down his nose as he turned to look at Y/N and wiggled his eyebrows and bobbed his head at her just to get her riled up even more than she already was. Y/N’s hair flew in all directions due to the fact that all of Steve’s windows were rolled down as they drove along back roads. She kept trying to get to the radio while also trying to keep her vision clear of her hair. After a good four to five times of changing it back and forth, Y/N sat back in her seat with a huff, arms crossed, glaring at Steve.

“Alright, let’s make a deal. I can’t handle that look anymore,” Steve smirked jokingly. “I’ll turn it back to Toto…if I get a kiss,”

“A kiss?” She raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“A big ol’ smooch. Right here,” He pointed to his pursed lips. Y/N sighed as if he just asked her to climb a mountain.

“Fine,” Y/N leaned over the middle console, plucked the cigarette out of his mouth, tossed it out of the window, then gave Steve the kiss of his life. When she pulled away, lips pulled in wide grin.

“Now keep your eyes on the road, Evel Knievel,” She snatched Steve’s sunglasses, quickly putting them on herself, then turned the radio back to her station. 

Y/N squealed in giddiness that the song was still on, her body moving to the song on instinct.

I seek to cure what’s deep inside, frightened of this thing that I’ve become!” Y/N sang obnoxiously along with the song, completely breaking the harmonies of the singers.

“This song is so cheesy!” Steve shouted over the music, laughing nonetheless at how much Y/N was enjoying herself. Y/N drummed on the dashboard, making Steve laugh even harder. She reached an arm out of the window, basking in the fresh air and warm sun.

“But it makes me so happy!” Y/N laughed over the chorus, then sang the tail of it just to annoy Steve. Every time this song came on the radio, she made him listen to it.

I bless the rains down in Aaaaafrica
Gonna take some time to do the things we never haaaaaaaad ooh oooooh

As the instrumental took over, Y/N turned to Steve. The pure look of adoration and love that washed over his face made Y/N’s heart pound.

Y/N grabbed Steve’s hand and gave the top an affectionate kiss, then held it on her thigh, rubbing her thumb over the top of his hand.

Hurry boy, she’s waiting there for you


that god forsaken song makes me so happy even if i am in the worst mood of my life. i hope this, too, gave you some kind of joy.

anonymous asked:

Hi i'd like to make a request pls if that's ok! Ok so you know V is like blind, well, what if he walked in on MC naked, and she like froze from shock, and obviously he didn't notice so he just walked in and went to touch her casually and whoops he grabbed her tiddy, how would he react???? <3 thanks bby

You knew V needed your help especially since he moved to a new apartment. After the incident with Rika, he wanted to move to a new place because he was haunted with memories of her. Who can blame him? The person he was in love with for so many years was the cause of his destruction. She ruined the lives of the many RFA members and you hated her with every single cell in your body. You hoped a bear would eat her for breakfast in Alaska. You shared your head trying to not think about the wrecked witch. You went to the pantry and took out the spices you needed to make lunch for V. You cared a lot for V in ways you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help but fall for a gentle soul. You pushed your feelings aside because you don’t want things to get awkward between you and V. 

You heard his bedroom door open and you knew the scent of your cooking dragged him to the kitchen. Before you could turn around to guide him to the kitchen, you heard him grunt because he ran into the couch. You just smiled and gently grabbed his hand “How was your nap Jihyun?” you smiled and went slowly around the living room. His grip tighten around your hands “It was good but I was thinking about the conversation we had last night.” he extended his hand to reach for the chair so he can sit “I decided to have the surgery because I need to live my life again. I need to see the beautiful sky and I would love to stare in your eyes”. You turned into a tomato and just coughed “My eyes are basic Jihyun” you giggled while you turned to cabinets to get the plates. You served him lunch and it was peacefully. V really loved your cooking so he just stuffed his face with it. 

You notice the spaghetti sauce was all over his mouth and you reached for a napkin so you can wipe his mouth. V felt the sauce all over his face and he reached to hopefully grabbed a napkin. You put his hand down and leaned over to wipe his face. He hoped to grab your shoulder to get you a tight squeeze so you can know that he was grateful to have you in his life. He thought he was squeezing your shoulder but instead he grabbed your tit. His face had a confused look while he kept squeezing it “MC I think something is wrong with your shoulder, it feels a bit soft and squishy. We need to take you the doctor”. He kept feeling and squeezing till he felt a hard bump. You were just a mess. 

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“Jihyun um thats my” he stopped squeezing and you heard him gasp “tit” you stuttered. 

He still had his hand on your tit and slowly went up to your heart “I was grabbing your heart MC” he gave your chest a few pats and retracted his hand. You bursted out laughing and he did too. You were wheezing and you grabbed his thigh “Im grabbing your heart too Jihyun” and he started to wheeze from laughter. You were rubbing his thigh and gave it a few pats and continued to eat your spaghetti. You picked up the dishes and noticed he had a tint of redness on his check. You just smiled because your dream of Jihyun touching you came half true. 

Stuff I've Actually Heard People Say
  • "Yeah, I just stuck him in the microwave."
  • "My friends and I have planned a murder for after school. Any tips?"
  • "You have another arm?" "Dude, everyone has two arms."
  • "It's simple, you just gag them and throw them in the trunk!"
  • "To heck with paleontology."
  • "Can you imagine if Velociraptors had wings?" "Well, actually-"
  • "Suh dude." "Same."
  • "Guard it with your life." "My knife?"
  • "First, you need have no life, Second, sell your soul to Adele."
  • "Feet; they're hands for your legs."
  • "Wow, those sure are some nice fish scales on your facial protrusions." "You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet."
  • "It's not even good garbage."
  • Teacher to the class: "Guys, I'm sorry but uh... my dog ate your homework." *Passes back chewed-up papers*
  • "Bros before toes."
  • "Woah, Dude, is that Harambe on your lock screen?" "Dude, that's my dog."
  • "Can you imagine just walking up to someone and slapping them in the face with a piece of meat?"
  • "Hey man, got any gum." "Nah dude, I'm about to kill myself." "I'm not sure how those are related, but okay."
  • "You're made of good dirt."
  • "Stop breathing so much."
  • "All my drawings look dead inside because I am dead inside."
  • "I didn't have lunch this morning."
  • "I have a strong desire to make dictators dance."
  • "Is this revenge for the octopus at the fair?"
  • "Embrace your inner childhood." "Embrace? You've got yours in a headlock!"
  • "Make sure you have Target popcorn at my funeral."
  • "And fill my coffin with glitter."
  • "I put the 'fun' in funeral."
  • "Oh my gosh, someone is going to get punched in the throat."
  • "I could do math in the time it's taking this light to change."
  • "We were both crying; it was fun."
  • "It's Halloween! Merry Christmas!...Wait."
  • "So like, if a centaur got arrested, would you handcuff its' legs?"
  • "Yeah, and I like the smell of farts."
  • "I stuffed your heart in my pencil bag, so I won't forget."
  • "Life sucks, but at least I have my Poptart."
  • "I want to build a mirror out of spoons."
  • "Joke's on you, I don't have a soul."
  • "Boy howdy do I like eating leaves off the ground."
  • "I'd rather be burnt toast than frozen bread."
  • "When I die, bury me in a Hefty bag... but make it a pretty color."
  • "I just got a great idea." "Dress up as Batman and beat up ____?"
  • "Plan B: Cry"
  • "Oh yeah, the guy with the head on his neck."
  • "I just choked on an oat."
  • "You're a substitute for a good friend."
  • "Dude, I once dropped a breakfast burrito on the garage floor, and I still ate it."
  • "We never go stale. Unlike our jokes."
  • "They speak American."

my friend was upset tonight so naturally I decided to spam them with pictures of fish costumes and honestly I had a ball

so I’m gonna share them with you now. Get ready for a wild ride.

let’s start simple

real simple

“haha see I have fins! haha help me

lots of nemos going around

some of them more terrifying than others

it’s like he’s wearing horse blinders I’m

okay well this one has the colours I guess

are you serious

how many sexy fish costumes could there possibly - 

okay but surely - 

are you serious WE ALL KNOW YOU DIDN’T NEED TO GIVE THE JELLYFISH EYES

not sure how the fuck we’re supposed to feel about this one

BUT HEY WHILE WE’RE GETTING FREAKY

someone save him

give em the ol razzle dazzle

this is why NASA won’t explore the ocean

like what is this A DEMENTOR FISH?? IT EATS SOULS BUT ALSO FISH FLAKES???

alright let’s get back to some friendlier content

we agreed this one would be me

this guy’s just happy to be invited to the party

this one’s kinkshaming you

this one is very possibly my favourite

and these guys are the grand finale because I have so many questions?? But I don’t want a single one answered look at this. Fish on segways. Amazing.

Okay thank you for your time.