its 3 in the morning and i should sleep

it’s 3 am and i should be sleeping yet here i am making klangsty videos lmao ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

from the first 2 chapters of HGAPFY.


They couldn’t think of something to say the day you burst
With all their lions

and all their might

and all their thirst
They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin
Against the walls

against your rules 

against your skin
My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors

Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead, 



Dex gets up when Lardo throws her stuffed walrus at him. “Dex. I am going to sleep. Turn off the light.”

He has been sitting for so long his legs have cramped. When he stands up he staggers.

He switches off the light and gently closes Lardo’s door. It’s going to be his door next year. His and Nursey’s. Dex feels sick at the thought. 

He checks his phone. A bunch of chirping about the dibs flip in the team chat. A single message from Chowder.

Call me when you get this.

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The Perks of ADHD

Work in progress: Utah, Late Cretaceous.

Separated from the herd, a Gryposaurus has found itself dogged by a pack of Teratophoneus. The chase reaches its climax in the surf of the Laramidian coast.

So, I really didn’t intend to be painting this at 3 AM a few nights ago. As an ADHD'er, usually when I get distracted and stay up late going down a rabbit hole I come out the other side depressed and frustrated at myself for not having the control to keep the schedule I know I should. Sleep is important, it enables control of focus during the day, and I’m working on it. Every once in a while though—A random idea captures my consciousness and won’t release me until the wee hours of the morning, and when I finally tear myself free I’m angry. I had plans. I have responsibilities. And now I’m running on next-to-zip sleep, and it’s all going to be so much harder. I go to chew myself out for being ADHD, but before I can open my mouth it holds up the fruits of my distraction and says, “Look what I made!” And I have to admit, I wouldn’t have created it if I had been strictly sticking to my intended itinerary. And much as it is NOT what I was SUPPOSED to be doing, it’s pretty neat. Ok ADHD, you did good. This time. I’ll hang it on the mental refrigerator. And maybe someday when you can’t sleep and you want to make some more trouble, we can get out the colors and finish it.

Ok so i have this idea or Stafou where lefou wants to prove he deserves to be part of the castle staff (even though everyone but him knows he does) so he just starts taking people’s work for them and overworking himself and Stanley can’t sleep one night and so he passes LeFou’s room and its like 3 in the morning and a light is on and so he goes to investigate and LeFou is working on idk something and stanley’s like its 3 in the morning you should be asleep he says i just need to finish some stuff so they don’t see me as the fool who blindly followed Gaston. His words are slurred and he’s swaying and exhausted out of his mind. Stanley’s like you need sleep and LeFou starts mumbling about how he has to prove he’s good enough and he’s not just Gaston’s idiot sidekick. Stanley’s reassuring him that no one thinks that and forces Lefou to sleep and explain the situation to all the people LeFou’s helping and wraps up his boyfriend and protects him.

Ok so quick information this is where Gaston didn’t fall when he shot the beast, instead he was restrained and eventually taken to court and hung for attempted murder, yup, my imagination yay!

Ngl i was listening to evermore through this whole thing and crying :’)

Warnings: self hate, hanging, descriptions of death

Aight, it’s here and queer, let’s get going shall me children

LeFou had never felt so disgusted with himself. The pure loathing of his own being was something that was foreign to him, who had always justified himself in one way or another.

The day of the hanging, he threw up.

It wasn’t that he had any pity for Gaston, he knew exactly what he did and how he had done it, the wrong which he had caused for so many people and how it had hurt them, but it was that it wasn’t quick.

LeFou didn’t know that if the neck wouldnt break, it he wasn’t dropped far enough, then it would take 20 minutes for the painfully elongated death to finally come to a halt. 20 minutes of jerking, choking and begging. 20 minutes of watching someone whom he had previously trusted watch him as the life faded from him. He would forever remember the look of fear that passed over Gaston’s face just as the life finally left his eyes.

The sickening thud as they him cut down didn’t help either, or that the villagers cheered.

When they returned to the castle, all he could do was put on a small smile, trying to blend in with the rest. Why wouldn’t he? The man who had manipulated him for years was finally gone from his life, yet he couldn’t seem to be happy.

The problem about being close with someone, is you only seem to stay because you have things which you believe to be similar with them, so of course, LeFou, being him, had somewhat seen himself in Gaston, and if they could cut him off, someone who had been involved with the village (albeit not positively) then what was stopping them from doing it to him?

Of course the first thing LeFou thought of was to work to show that he could help, that was why Gaston kept him around, he was a good worker, always had and always will be. If needs be, he would compromise his own health to get a job done, in some cases far too much, but a couple of day in bed would usually get him enough strength for the next job, and thus repeated the dangerous cycle over and over again. Not once had he broken it and he had the feeling that he wouldn’t ever again. This was evident when Mrs Potts came down his room with tea, seeming distracted.

“Is everything alright Mrs Potts?” She simply nodded and walked away hurriedly trying to get somewhere in a rush.

When he later saw her, she was in the library quickly stacking books. LeFou would sometimes come and try to read with Belle, he could now do it on his own so the library was a safe space for him, yet the din of books crashing to the floor and a horrified wail was not something that he was used to when going there.

Rushing in, he found Mrs Potts grappling for hundreds of leather bound pages that had scattered from one end of the room to the other, whilst trying to hold up a small bookcase which seemed to be trying to crush her.

After finally pulling the bookshelf back to its original position LeFou made the bold move of asking Mrs Potts what on earth was wrong.

“I can’t seem to do it!” she wailed, grabbing her tea towel which always hung on her apron and whipping it out, to rub at one of the tables for some reason.

“What can’t you do Mrs Potts?” Lefou inquired, taking a tentative step towards her.

“Greek!” she screamed, turning once more and almost catching LeFou with her towel.


“Greek! I don’t know greek and half of these cursed things are. Some ambassador lad from Greece is coming to meet the prince and of course i have to write between him and the Master, so of course i don’t know greek or what to do,” at this point, she had collapsed onto the floor with her head in her hands and tears falling down her face.

“I know greek.”

Mrs Potts looked up to LeFou with a questioning look.

“I know greek.” he replied.

It wasn’t a lie, LeFou really did know greek. He had a friend in the army who only knew the language and of course in his free time got lessons from others, wanting to understand more about the questionable gentleman. Naturally he had picked it up quite quickly, much like reading, and had even taken a couple of lessons with Belle every now and then.

Mrs Potts still looked confused.

“I could do the corresponding,” he sighed, knowing what was about to happen, “i could write what the master wants me to write and i could do it in greek.”

Mrs Potts gave a squeal of joy, and tackled LeFou in a hug, squeezing him close to her.

“Oh you are a darling aren’t you!”

From then on the jobs just grew.

Researching recipes in the library, helping out with the washing and cleaning the stables, even helping Lumiere with lighting the candles before any ball.

Between all of these jobs, LeFou never really had any time to eat, or sleep, or do anything for that matter. It had been weeks since he had met up with stanley, who was now serving as an apprentice for Madame Garderobe, and days since he had even had a moment to spare for himself, yet all to help the staff and get into their favor. Anytime he felt himself slacking, he remembered the rope around Gaston’s neck, the look of fear, then the emptiness, and that was motivation enough, on any day.

He wasn’t sure what time it was when Stanley stopped by, but it had definitely been past dinner, and even past midnight when he heard a familiar knock on the door, and a creak which he had grown used to.

He usually had warning when Stanley came to visit, maybe an ‘on va ce voir ce soire’ when they passed in the corridor, yet when the knock came, he found himself scrambling to remove the scraps of paper from his desk, sweeping them to one side and messily arranging them to be in some sort of an order which could be deemed presentable.

By the time the door had opened, LeFou had just realised that the mess in his room could not be fixed with a quick spruce up.

The food which Mrs Potts had brought to him that morning was sitting, cold and forgotten in one corner, ink had spilled all over the floor at some point and so many different pages were scattered around, in fact LeFou wasn’t completely sure how he had functioned in this mess until now.

Stanley stood at the door smiling to himself, until he turned and saw LeFou standing in the bombshell which had gone off around him.

“Mon dieux, mon amour what happened?” he looked appalled, and ran up to lefou, sweeping his hair from his face and bringing him closer.

“Are you ok?” he brought LeFou away to inspect him.

LeFou simply shrugged, unsure of how to answer him.

“I think so… why?” he looked up at stanley to see pure worry in his eyes, and felt himself melt slightly at the beautiful brown orbs which had captured his.

“Mon amour it looks like you’ve been awake for days,” stanley replied, still searching LeFou’s face for any sort of injury.

LeFou sighed, dropping his shoulders and shaking his head.

“I have.”

Stanley looked up.


LeFou closed his eyes as he felt the tears welling up behind his lids.

“I’ve been awake for days. I can’t sleep.”

He waited for it, the remark, the one that Gaston usually made about how he should stay up more to get work done, or how if he ate as much as he slept, everything would be balanced, or some sort of insult which made him feel worse and worse every time.

Instead he heard a soft sigh which sounded suspiciously like he was asking something.


LeFou felt one of the tears fall, then another, and another and one more, until they had begun a steady steam. He began sobbing and felt his knees give way, as he clung to Stanley who had knelt with him, holding tightly to his jacket and buried his face in the collar.

He had reached his limit.

All those nights of sleeplessness, the lack of food, even just the lack of human contact was enough to drive several men mad, yet it only seemed to hurt LeFou, never stop him, not once.

In all that time, Stanley stayed, rubbing his back as he cried into his shirt, whispering encouraging words to him and giving him small kisses to his cheeks, which only prompted him to cry more. In all his time he had never known such kindness until it was exposed to him in that moment.

He sniffled and sobbed, wailed and whined until he was too dehydrated to let any more water fall from his eyes, and yet still clung to stanley as if he were a lifeline, keeping him from joining Gaston in whatever afterlife may await him.

When LeFou finally calmed down, he sat back, and let his head drop slightly, wiping the snot from his nose.

Stanley simply sat, opposite him with a look of utmost sympathy framing his face, and what could have been seen as fear to what LeFou could possibly do to himself.

“Why would you do this to yourself?” He whispered tentatively, reaching out to hold onto LeFou’s hand gently.

LeFou sniffed.

“If they did it to him, why not do it to me?”

A look of confusion passed over Stanley’s face, before understanding settled in.


LeFou nodded.

Finally, Stanley knew why. He knew why LeFou was overworking himself to the bone, why he had let himself get so involved in the work which he had taken up, and why he didn’t care if he compromised his health and why he stayed up so late to finish it, because he thought that he was expected to. He thought that if he didn’t, people would see him as worthless. Because if he didn’t, he thought they would see that he thought he was similar to Gaston, and, god forbid, they believed he was like Gaston and did to him what they did to the villain.

Stanley reached out and grabbed LeFous other hand, and brought them to his lips. He placed a small kiss on each then pulled LeFou physically closer, and lay his chin upon his forehead.


LeFou nodded.

“If you were anything like him, would you have been offered a room in the châteaux?”

LeFou froze, contemplating the question asked.

“And would Mrs Potts have brought you breakfast every morning?”

LeFou shook his head.

“And would I be in this room letting you snot all over my jacket?”

At this, LeFou gave a giggle and shook his head again.

Looking up to Stanley, LeFou gently whispered out one word.


Stanley smiled.

“Now remember that word,” LeFou nodded, “and reply to my next question with it.”

LeFou, confused, complied.

“Now, mon amour, are you anything like Gaston.”

LeFou let out an enormous grin.


okay you know what pisses me off? the fact that every other love interest kara has had, it has ended because of things that happen have even to her and mon-el

with adam, she didn’t think it was meant to be because they were always interrupted (via kidnapping or other means). with james, it was the same damn thing. they were getting interrupted constantly. that led her to think that the universe was telling her not to do it, that she wasn’t ready and needed to focus on her

now, i’m not knocking that. i’m knocking the fact that that same shit happens with mon-el. their first kiss was under a poison/drug induced mon-el who pretended it never happened. their other “flirtations” were interrupted or kara showed obvious disinterest. and their latest “thing” was interrupted again. but kara will bend over backwards to make this work, right? because he’s basic straight cis white boy #3 and that’s who she’s meant to be with because oh don’t the cw just love their basic white boys who give nothing to the plot but take everything from the leading ladies and the men of colour who should be getting the screen time (and the girl), and also the lesbians

i R E F U S E to reblog anything with the “do you not trust my word/ get out” scene from that new trailer because i want the fluff. like can we just have one episode without malec fights or problems where they just smile and cuddle and kiss and fuck (im still kinda salty, u know what im talking about)

Things i have in common with Ciel Phantomhive
  • Ciel: is scared at night and can't sleep
  • also Ciel: summons a DEMON to stay by his side so he can feel secure and fall asleep
  • me: can't sleep cause have watched a scarry movie about demons and exorcisms
  • also me: watches black butler for the 9000th time (truly i've lost count) and fangirls over a demon butler at 3 in the morning to feel better
  • Sebastian: HELLOOOOO...Guyyys am a demon too , you know...A DEMON YOU SHOULD BE SCARED OK cuz you know...i'll eat your soul...huh the contract hum?TRUE FORM???
  • Ciel: heard him ? he said you should be scared *laughs*
  • me: yeah LOOOOOOL , it's just SEBASTIAN...i ain't gonna be afraid of SEBYYY
  • Ciel: right dooooood *laughs loud*
  • Sebastian*face palm*: dear satan ...
The types as thoughts I often have at 3:00 in the morning
  • ENFP: LOL1!!1!1! THiS iS A ReALLy fUNnY VIdEO!
  • ISTP: I should go get food.
  • ISFP: But my bed is so comfy... I'm too lazy to do that! So I won't.
  • ISTJ: This fanfiction is amazing!
  • ESTJ: Why the heck am I still awake? It's 3 A.M!
  • INFP: *crying hysterically over the 10000th episode of some cheesy TV series that I started watching tonight*
  • INTP: Hmm, I wonder what would happen if someone put a goldfish into a fish tank full of Coke and left it there for a month...
  • INFJ: *existential crisis*
  • ISFJ: I need more blankets! It's cold! *gets eleven blankets and wraps self up inside them*
  • ESFJ: I should text every single one of my friends even though they're all asleep!
  • ENTJ: This is pretty much the worst way in the world for me to waste my time. Fortunately, I no longer have anything to live for.
  • ENFJ: It's so dark and lonely... :(
  • ESTP: LOL! My friends are going to be so impressed that I'm still awake! I'm a #CoolKid!
  • ESFP: My late-night thoughts are so ridiculous that if I made an MBTI-related shitpost about them, everyone would love it! (HINT HINT)

Love is……..; for got7

Mark : Love is you. He didn’t think that he’d fall this hard for anyone, that he was capable of being completely in love with someone, until he met you. “What is love?” “A mutual attraction”, he’d answer with a shrug; but little did he know it meant so much more. Love is his heart racing on your first date. Love is his hands becoming clammy and sweaty before sharing your first kiss. Love is the butterflies fluttering in his stomach and fireworks exploding every time he kisses you. Love is enjoying doing absolutely nothing with you. Love is when he realizes that you’re his other half and that you’re the one, that you complete him. Love is you, your whole being, and he can’t stop falling in love with you.

Jaebum : Love is being protective. You’d tease him and call it being overprotective, but that was how Jaebum showed he cared. You’re always on his mind, and he’d put you before anything else. He’d remain quiet when you’d get ticked off when he asks you to change your clothes, because he knew that you’d come to understand that he was doing this because he loved you. He didn’t want anyone else to look at you with bedroom eyes or imagine what was underneath your clothes. When he’d snake an arm around your waist and pull you close to him so your bodies are literally glued together, it showed that he cared, he wanted to protect you, because to him, love is protection.

Jackson : Love is your hugs and kisses. It was the warmth from your hugs and the passion from your kisses that Jackson knew you loved him, and that he loved you. He never imagined it to be like this - so full of care, concern, emotion, affection and love. Love is when he felt down and you kissed and hugged him better, every one of your smooches and soft touches like sparks of energy and encouragement. Love is when you’d hug him and kiss his cheek, telling him you missed him or that you just felt like it. He didn’t know he would feel this way through your signs of affection; he didn’t know he could be this loved and appreciated through your simple gestures, and that was what made him love you even more.

Jinyoung : Love is the little things you’d do for him. He didn’t mind that you didn’t kiss him a whole lot in public, he didn’t mind that you would constantly blush and try to push him away when he backhugged you in front of the members. He didn’t mind that you didn’t want to show the world you two were together, because that wasn’t necessary. He knew you loved him when you’d give him a kiss every morning. He knew you loved him when you’d wake up early just to make breakfast for him. He knew you loved him when he’d come home at 2am in the morning to see you still sitting on the couch waiting for him. You didn’t need to do extraordinary things to show you loved him, because to him, love is the little things you’d do for him.

Youngjae : Love is your smile. People always said his smile could compete with the sun, that his smile was like a ray of sunshine that brightens everyone’s lives. But they haven’t seen yours. Your smile brightened up his life and it made him instantly happier. Youngjae was surprised himself, how much your smile could affect him. It could do wonders. When he’d screw up at vocal lesson and you’d smile and tell him “it’s okay”, his heart beats faster and he’d tell himself that it is indeed okay because the next time, he’d think of your smile and he’d do just fine. Whenever you’d smile at him, he knew it was genuine, he knew you were truly happy to be there with him. He knew that your smile was reciprocating whatever feelings he felt for you, which was love. Whenever you’d flash him your award winning smile, his heart would skip 10 beats because he loves you just as much as your smile shows him you do.

Bambam : Love is your laughter. It was simple, he loved your laughter. Not only because it’s adorable and just the best sound in the world, but it’s also because it showed you that you loved him. You’d be in a laughing fit every time he’d tell you a lame joke, even though he didn’t think it was that funny, the fact that you’d laugh this hard showed him that you loved him for his silly and lame ways. When he’d kiss you on your nose and peck you on your lips, you’d giggle because you felt shy, and that would make him just want to kiss you more. Every time you laughed, he’d find himself falling in love with you more and more; just like how you fall in love with him every time he made you laugh.

Yugyeom : Love is your unexpected kisses. Your little bursts of affection always caught him off guard, because it happened at the weirdest timings and places. You’d kiss him during dinner halfway while he’s talking, because you’d be too charmed and mesmerized by him that you can’t resist. You’d kiss him on his nose just before he woke up, because you’d be too awed by his beautiful features as he slept. You’d kiss him when you two were at the peak of the rollercoaster, just before the carriage went down, sending the two of you into a screaming frenzy. He knew you’d give him unexpected kisses because of the overwhelming love for him, and he knew you loved it when he had his eyes wide and the tips of his ears blushing every time.

They go home for the holidays and they are woken up by their little sister cutely on Christmas morning (BLOCK B)

Ages 2 to 13

Zico: -5. Having both of her brothers home was exciting but Christmas to a little one topped even family. But she wasn’t allowed to open anything until her siblings woke up. So she woke up Jiseok then went to Jiho where she proceeded to poke her brother’s face speaking in her little voice telling him to get up. With a tired sigh he woke up smiling at her. Soon he scooped her up and carried her to the tree and put her onto the floor infront of it- “alright lets see what Santa brought ya sweet pea”

Jaehyo: -13. He wasn’t expecting to be woken up so early but he was when his little sister came into his room. She tickled his side lightly and then poked his nose causing him to stir. A few moments without getting the result she wanted she picked up one of his pillow tossed him out of him which startled him awake he soon turned to look at her then the clock and then back at her- “it’s 7 in the morning child. I know it’s Christmas but its still vacation and I would like to sleep. Maybe you should too”

P.O: -3. He was very excited for Christmas just for the wonder in her eyes when she would open a gift. She smiled as she climbed up onto her brother and flung herself down on him to wake him up. He smiled and looked up to her and sat up. She poked his nose telling him Happy Christmas and then her carried her out to the area where the tree was so she could open all her gifts- “oh you look so cute already. Go on open up the presents see what Santa brought you”

B-Bomb: -8. It wasn’t safe what she did but she stuck something her and their mother made earlier in the morning into her sleep brother’s mouth. Luckily he woke up sitting up and started chewing rather quickly. She then told him merry Christmas as he looked at her, he gave her a thumbs up and then took more food from the plate that she was holding- *gif*

Taeil: -10. She was very mean to him in the morning. And your parents knew it. She would tackle him hit him with small non painful hits til he finally got up. He then push he off onto the other side of the mattress so she wouldn’t hit the floor. Then got out of bed at glared down at his much younger sibling- “can’t even take a break on Christmas can you kid? Its Christmas be nice to eachother and all that crap”

U-Kwon: -2. Being woken up by a little girl was always exciting seeing as how it was a new thing everyday. She smiled happily at her brother as she climbed onto the bed and proceeded to jump with force around him. But her body got tired so she plopped onto the mattress and started shaking him up. Soon he gave up on sleep and turned to her. Listening to her fast speech before he gave her a smiled and pulled her close which made her squeal- “you’re really cute when I can’t understand you but that’s normal. Are you ready to see what Santa has gotten you for being a good girl all year long?”

Kyung: -11. Since she wasn’t little anymore it was much harder to be as hyper for Christmas. But a traditions a tradition. She dashed into her brother’s room like she did every Christmas since she could. Smacking his stomach lightly it tightened and he woke up looking at her.- “so I guess we go be surprised at what our parents got us then? Right? I at least know you will be surprised with what I got you”


Okay so I have a habit of posting remakes, here’s another one. This is 2007 vs 2015 (oh dear, Friendster days lol). I couldn’t wait for 10 years, so I had to do it :’)

Something I learned while doing this: maybe sometimes we feel like our work is never enough, or we’re underappreciated, but we have to realize the accomplishments we’ve achieved since we started. Yes, it’s important that we always strive to improve, but we shouldn’t forget to give ourselves a pat on the back every now and then. The best encouragement will always come from ourselves. 

Maybe I should remake this again after 10 years! <3