it was a friggin' nightmare

“You’re BLUE now, that’s our attacks!”

I want an AU No-Mercy run where you have to fight Papyrus and Sans both as a team after you’ve slaughtered everyone who crossed your path. Maybe then you would finally regret your sins.

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Sleepless Nights

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Reader has insomnia. Sam is there to comfort her.

Word Count: 1kish

Warnings: Angst, Light Fluff

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for @letsgetoutalive‘s Mental Illness Awareness Challenge. I got Insomnia. It was harder than I thought it would be. I hope you guys like it. Feedback is greatly appreciated!! <3

My eyes burned. My head felt like it was about to explode. I wanted to cry so damn bad as I stared hopelessly at the red ugly numbers on the alarm clock. They were making fun of me, I just knew it.


How pathetic could I be? How much more of this would I be able to take before I went completely insane? My body literally felt like it was deteriorating, my skin crawling with frustration as I lay in bed, slowly watching the night turn to day.

Another sleepless night. How many was that exactly? Ten? Fifteen? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes and sleep. Forever.

I rubbed my eyes, the frustration getting to me, making me dig my palms into my sockets, putting pressure on them and making me see stars.

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spacestationtrustfund  asked:

Naboo & Hoth (obviously the most important question)!

Hoth: Is snow beautiful and welcome, or unpleasant and inconvenient?
HMMM. Okay, see, Snow as it happens in MY life and experience is an ephemeral, transient thing, a  little fairy-dusting on the landscape every  few years that melts almost before it can even be photographed. Everyone just stays home until it clears up, it’s fine. 

Snow as people in other, north-er climates seem to experience it sounds like a friggin’ nightmare though. 

Naboo: If you were a world leader, what would you stand for?
…I am boggling trying to comprehend the circumstances that would lead to me being a world leader. How have we come to this, as a species. What happened. Where did all the more qualified people, who can do sums and things, go.

..and you know , it’s really tempting to just put a guillotine image here, especially given current events but that’s not really a thing I want, because oh sure it starts out with a little regicide and next thing you know Europe’s invading and the Vendee is pissed because of the draft and now you’ve got friggin’ Fouche to deal with so really that’s no good 

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It’s been…. he doesn’t know. It’s been a while. Probably. He has started to hear a couple things from Toni about it, hearing that some kids maybe got on edge about things. Maybe shit got quiet, he doesn’t know. Maybe the students were on edge because maybe a term or a friggin’ test.

He doesn’t know.

He just knows it’s been awhile… 

And the nightmare had decided to wander towards the campus area with ease and look over to the building. He stayed there for a moment. Didn’t see a glow at first. 

He leaned against the wall then spoke tiredly.

“You still there?”

teddyhammy  asked:

Oops! Didn't see that other people asked the first ones I sent so how about just Silent Hill?

hehe it’s not a problem;>

silent hill: talk about a memory from your childhood

ah man lemme think…. hmmmmm…………….

sticking with the horror theme, I remember when I used to constantly have nightmares about Chucky the doll cuz my aunt friggin’ traumatized me when I was little with that fucker jahgfjagkds literally I didn’t get over my fear of that little bitch until, like, 4 or 5 years ago jsahfjgsadjhfg but yeah when I was around 8 or 9 to, like, 12 or 13… I’d have nightmares of him CONSTANTLY it was horrible (and they were so real too??? like those types of dreams where you think you’re awake but ur still dreaming… and you’ll wake up, like, 3 times and STILL be dreaming jshagfhagf)

I still can’t look at pictures of him tho without getting anxious af. uncanny valley, man, uncanny valley. robots with human faces, dolls, mannequins, puppets- that shit freaks tf outta me

Lonely Neighbor (Part 4)

Author: zepppie

Word Count: 1400+

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Dean x Lisa

Summary: Your date with Thomas doesn’t end well, but the evening takes a turn when Dean comes over to talk. 

Warnings: mentions of torture, panic attack, angst

Previously: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

It didn’t matter how hard you tried to convince yourself you made the right choice. Every cell in your body screamed that this was wrong.

They started protesting the moment you got ready for dinner up until you parked in front of the restaurant. This is nothing like Oklahoma, you thought sternly. Different setting, different circumstances. You weren’t at the mercy of a bloodthirsty killer here. You were on a date with a fairly good-looking gentleman.

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15 Day Destiel Challenge

10. confronted by something they are afraid of

“Second I see you, I am so kicking your ass.”

“Dean, calm down.”

“You expect me to just hop into that metal death trap?”

“Dude, you’re gonna be fine.”

“Says you.”

“It’s barely an hour. I think you can handle it.”

“And why can’t I drive there again?”

“I think the ocean and the complete lack of roads might be a pretty good reason.”

Dean digs his knuckles into his forehead, blowing out a breath.

Leave it to his moose of a brother to get married in Hawaii. Fucking Hawaii, of all places, completely inaccessible by car, and on top of that—at some random ass place on the island only accessible by helicopter. Jesus. Just because Jess’s parents happened to be botanical researcher geniuses slash whatever the heck they are—with a gigantic house and estate on Oahu—that didn’t mean they needed to have the ceremony there. Dean would have preferred literally anywhere else.

“Dean, take a deep breath.”

He clenches a fist, but he listens to his brother, and does. It doesn’t help.

“It’ll be over before you know it. And then you can beat me up or whatever.”

“Count on it,” Dean mutters. Sam hangs up and he shoves the phone in his pocket, grumbling.


Dean turns, biting the inside of his cheek. The rotors are going, whipping the air and making it nearly impossible to hear anything, but there’s his pilot, approaching him across the tarmac.

If he was thinking straight, he’d probably go into flirt mode and start hitting on the guy, because seriously—damn—aviators and sex hair have always been a thing of Dean’s—but he’s seriously trying not to throw up right now, so normal goes right out the window.

Oh shit. Don’t think about things going out windows.

“Hey, I’m Castiel,” he says, stooping briefly to grab Dean’s duffel. “I’ll be your pilot today.”

Dean just nods. His palms are sweating and he’s pretty sure his face has turned a nice shade of green by now.

But he climbs into the helicopter after the guy, wind whipping his hair and his clothes.

Oh fuck, he thinks.

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Your eyes say it all

Originally posted by ebru-p

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Prompt/Summary: Reader has a nightmare and Dean is there to comfort them
Reader Gender: any
Word Count: 1,202
Warnings: Character death, only in nightmare. Sadness. 

Authors note: Went from drabble to full blown story. Sorry not sorry. Feel free to send me any requests! Much love!

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Flowey: “Oh, yeah, of course, how could’ve I been so blind?? What the human needs is a happy go lucky guy who tells them how nice and colorful things are down here! They need happy words and positive advice on how making friends is great!”

Flowey: “Well, guess what? It’s not! Some of you just try to use them, and yes that’s way better than here, but they still need to be careful! They will get killed again! Here you won’t find a pink flowery road that leads you directly to the barrier! It’s dangerous, and if they keep making “friends” like this, all that they’re gonna get is betrayal and backstabbing!! Isn’t that nice??”

Flowey: “I was going to trust my own reset powers to help them get out, but now THEY have them. It’s the definition of a friggin’ nightmare! But I have to keep watch on them because if I don’t, their soul will be taken!! And I don’t really want to imagine what will happen then!”

Flowey: “So shut up and let me teach them my own way! It sure is gonna serve them better than encouraging words and niceness!! The world is harsh and that sucks, but we gotta deal with it!!”

sineadfay  asked:

I had a nightmare that I was cashing up and my coworker was "trying to help" and messed up all the coins and notes and then the till imbalanced and I woke up so friggin STRESSED. Retail nightmares are NOT FUN


Meeting Shawn Michaels [2005, 2006, 2007, and 2011]

The first time I met Shawn Michaels was on November 7th, 2005 prior to Raw in Ft. Wayne, Indiana. When he arrived, me and my friend Pam kind of glanced at each other like “No way he’s coming over.” Then, to our surprise, Michaels walked over to the 10 or so people that were there, smiling and signing everything that we had.

The second time I met Shawn was at the Northern Kentucky Airport in November of 2006. This was the day before Cyber Sunday and he was in such a shitty mood that I didn’t bother talking to him much, outside of getting a pic signed and asking for a signature on an 8x10. I brought this encounter up the next time we met and he said “That flight was a friggin’ nightmare!” and apologized for being rude.

The third time was at an OVW TV taping in September of 2007 in Louisville, KY. Shawn came down with Triple H to evaluate the talent, speaking with everyone who was part of the show in an attempt to help wrestlers develop. After the show, Shawn came outside and talked to the small group of us that had gathered, and even laughed when I made fun of his shirt. He said “If I wasn’t just a little gay, people would start to wonder!”

The final time I met HBK was at an autograph signing in Indianapolis, IN at some car show. This was in February of 2011, right before Valentine’s Day and only a week after he’d been announced as a Hall Of Fame inductee. I barely remember us talking much, but he said “I feel like I’ve seen you a few times.” I told him that we’d met before and he smiled and said “I knew it!”

As far as being a dude goes, Shawn is typically a really nice dude and doesn’t let much get under his skin. He’s always nice enough to sign anything people hand to him as long as you’re polite enough to ask. At the airport, I recall him saying “Please, say please. It makes us feel human.” to someone who just jabbed a picture at him. That was something that resonated with me because often times, I feel like fans have these huge expectations of how they think wrestlers owe them something. Shawn was a rad dude, and I hope to one day get his opinion on the jerk that I am to the fans.