late night find

I need to become my own person again.
I need to stop waiting around for when others will have time for me. I need to stop feeling like I’m someone’s second or third or fourth priority. I need to rediscover what I like and who I am, rediscover my love for things and people, for world.
I need to find myself again.
—  Diary Of A Heartbreak
  • Newt: Percy, how could you do this?!
  • Percival: Newt, it's not what you think-
  • Newt: You're keeping them captive against their will and making them fight! That's animal abuse! You know how I feel about that!
  • Percival: Babe, listen, it's not real, I-
  • Newt: No. I can't be with someone who plays Pokemon Go.
Prince Adam Headcanons.

I’m so in love DON’T TOUCH ME. Here are a few more headcanons because I have no self control.

  • Prince Adam physically kills me like just imagine this cinnamon roll, who’s so starved for affection from the person he loves because he spent so long as The Beast, that he literally shudders whenever you touch him. 
    • A good sort of shudder as it reminds him that he earned your love and has gained your trust in the best ways possible.
  • The feeling of bare fingertips trailing on his skin. A sort of intimate affection he hadn’t actually gotten since his mother passed away. 
    • Your hands brushing through his hair. It’s silky between your fingertips and leaves you feeling warm. Adam shuts his eyes and enjoys the feeling. 
      • Imagine putting flowers in your hair and he absolutely lets you. Adam actually enjoys this a lot more than you thought. 
      • You always choose colors that’ll make his eyes pop even more.
  • The gentlest and pure sort of love. Holding hands with one another and just generally enjoying one another’s company. Bonus points if one of you is reading to the other. You love to hear him read. He’s got a lovely voice.
    • If the two of you aren’t holding hands, he’ll wrap his pinkie finger around yours and pull your hand into an embrace.
      • Probably a bit protective too. Say, you’re out at an event together and he has the underlying feeling that someone he doesn’t like seems fixated on you, he’ll wrap his arm around your waist and keep you close to him. 
        • Presses his lips to your hairline constantly through the night whenever he catches eyes with them to assure that they know you’re there with him.
          • PROT ECTIVE ADAM SHHH.
  • Adam trying to give you a kiss to the cheek after eating and he happens to have soup on his face from not using a spoon. He tries, but ultimately fails when you throw napkins at him from across the table.
  • Even sitting next to one another, and with a small smile, he bumps his knee against yours and convinces you with a rather sincere grin to lean against him.
  • Those exceedingly late nights where he finds himself unable to sleep and curls into a small ball, coaxing you to hold him because that’s all he needs right now. The assurance that you and your love are not going to leave him. Usually happens after a nightmare.
    • Even those nights where the two of you can’t sleep and you end up reading by the fireplace, snuggled next to each other. 
      • Sort of funny though, he’ll seem more invested in your book than in his sometimes.
  • The small smile he gives you before he leaves you with a wisp of a kiss on your lips. Barely a touch, and his lips are still curled into a smile as he pulls away. Adam’s fingers trace under your eye, above your cheek. A tender stroke.
    • Even when he kisses the back of your hand, you can feel all of the emotion he pours into it.
    • Uhm, don’t get me started on forehead kisses okay. But, just imagine him cupping both sides of your face, looking at you with those beautiful blue eyes and craning his head down and kissing the middle of your forehead. His lips linger. Things are all right now and are only going to get better.

Y’all, I hoped you like these! Thank you for reading, and as always, Reblogs and likes are really appreciated! Thank you!!! -Em.

Date the cryptid that breaks into your house late at night. Find them on your counter tops, eating all your chips, their clawed, three fingered hand stroking your pet. They gaze at you with their glowing mauve eyes, their hand never stops petting, never stops moving from bag to mouth. Say hi to them, and offer them some juice, they will be glad, and will not steal your pet. The chips are quite dry, and they are thirsty. They leave once the sun rises, but don’t worry, you were kind to them, they will return. Keep apple juice and thin tortilla chips handy, it’s their favorites.

When all your friends are posting pics with their significant other for Valentine’s Day but you’re still single

Bygones of the Sun | 05 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 4.3k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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My body might not be doing a good job but it’s doing its best for me & putting in so much effort to compensate for genetics and other issues and I really appreciate that

Being pregnant with Tom's child would include...
  • Finding out the very next day he left for his latest movie press tour
  • Panicking because you knew he’d be gone for at least five or six months
  • “Shit, what am I going to do?”
  • Telling your best friend first
  • “Shit Y/N, what are you going to do?”
  • “Why thank you for your help!”
  • Deciding not to tell him until he came home
  • Him worrying one day he called you because you were extra sensitive and missed him a lot
  • Your mom going to your scans and check-ups with you
  • “Congratulations, you’re having twins”
  • “WHAT THE F-”
  • Calling Tom like every two hours after knowing this
  • “Baby, when are you coming back?”
  • “I dunno, probably in like two months, why?”
  • “Oh… nothing, I just miss you so much!”
  • Crying everytime after hanging up
  • Except one time you didn’t
  • And Tom heard you sobbing your lungs out
  • And he got so worried he took the first flight home
  • He arrived late at night
  • Only to find you laying on your side on the couch, with a duvet, watching a movie and eating chocolate covered popcorn
  • “Y/N?”
  • Dropping the bowl
  • Looking at him with wide eyes
  • “Tom?”
  • “Yeah, it’s me baby, are you alright?”
  • You immediately standing up to run and hug him
  • Your five-month belly already showing under your pajamas
  • Running to his arms and him holding you, shocked, believing he was imagining things
  • But when you pulled away
  • And he saw you
  • He couldn’t believe his eyes
  • “Y/N what the fuck”
  • “…surprise?”
  • Him asking a LOT of questions
  • “How long have you known?”
  • “How far along are you?”
  • “Is it a boy or a girl?”
  • “TWINS?”
  • “Oh my I need to sit”
  • Showing him all the scan pictures you got
  • “Tom… are you crying?”
  • “No, I just, I got something in my eye it’s all”
  • Tom apologising for being absent for so long
  • And calling EVERYONE
  • “HAZ, I’M HAVING TWINS! Well, Y/N is, but, ya know what I mean…”
  • “Mom, guess what? We’re having twins!”
  • “Jacob, oh my goodness, I’m going to be a dad! TWINS!”
  • Him having to go back to work but promising he’d spend every minute with you as soon as the tour is over
  • But you offered him a different deal
  • And leaving with him for the rest of the tour
  • The whole cast of the movie taking care of you by Tom’s request
  • Especially Harrison
  • “Y/N why are you standing up you need to sit down here take my chair”
  • “I CAN’T SIT DOWN, HARRISON”
  • Going back home a month and half later
  • By then you were six and a half months pregnant
  • So, according to the doctor that left you like a month to prepare everything you needed
  • Tom refusing to let you carry anything heavy
  • Preparing and ensambling their nursery almost all by himself
  • You having to rest completely from the beginning of your seventh month
  • And just as the doctor predicted,
  • you went into early labor…
  • …a month and half early
  • “Tom, the babies are coming.”

i’ve been listening to romanian songs again, including that one B)

There’s this beautiful thing about writing: whatever you’re writing can only be written now.

You could take the same premise, the same plot, the same characters, and if you’re writing it weeks, months or years from now it will still be different because you are different and the world around you is constantly changing.

Writing reflects what’s going on in your mind, in your life. What you’re dealing with now - whether it’s a struggle or a dream - will be different in each new moment. Your influences will change. The person you saw at the bus stop today who made you think about loneliness in a different way won’t be there tomorrow, and that thought will never make it into your book if you’re not there in that second to see it.

Writing is an ordered reflection of your messy - often indefinable - thoughts frozen in time. Others may not recognize the pieces of you in there at all, but you can look back on your words and remember what you were feeling, even if you didn’t know what it was until it was over.

Neil Gaiman said that fiction is the lie that tells the truth. He meant it for the ways that writers use fiction to explore who we are, but I think one of the most powerful ways it does this is when it takes the writer by surprise and they remember being in a moment they didn’t notice until it passed by.

Dating Peter Parker..{Headcanons}

Author: @writing-marvel

Character(s): Peter Parker/Reader, Michelle MJ Jones

Word Count: 913

Notes: Brief mentions of Peter Parker smut and I know some people are against that but it is very clearly marked so y’all can just skip over that if you don’t want to read it.


Originally posted by spderman

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Imagine: Robins second dad

this idea just popped into my head and I had to jot it down. Use freely if you like :)

Imagine after being brushed off by Batman one night Robin decides to prove to his dad that he can do it alone.

He goes out late at night and finds himself tracking the Joker who’s in the middle of blowing up a bank.

seeing Robin Joker of course assumes the Batman is near by and continues his scheam. Robin trys to rein him in but Jokers too cunning. He ties Robin up I’m the building, revealing his diabolical plan to the young kid, telling Robin he’s got Batman beat this time and that he won’t be saved.

the bomb keeps counting down, Joker getting more anxious as Batman is no where in sight. Dick is afraid and begins to tear up, sobbing that he shouldn’t have come without Batman.

Joker hears that and frowns suddenly “wait.. Batman’s not here?”

Dick shakes his head.

Joker grabs him and jumps out the window in the nick of time. Shielding the smaller body from any debree, Dick is in shock, was he just saved by the Joker?

But before he can question it the Joker speaks up “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!!!” And “You could have been killed!”, “You think this is a game?” He scorns Robin angerly “If Batman finds out about this.. he’s gonna kill me” he bites his nails just thinking about the what ifs..

“I’m sorry Joker.. I just wanted to prove to Batman I was capable.. he never recognizes anything I do”

Joker, of course, can relate to Batman’s neglectfulness and pities poor Robin.

“I should take you to him” Joker finally says, leaving all the easy to grab money in the bank.

“Wait! Please don’t make me go back now! I’m still mad at him” Robin would plead.

“Well you can’t just stay with me!”

Robin’s eyes go big and soft like a puppies and Joker is already defeated.

“Ugh. Fine”

Joker would call Batman and tell him that he’s got Robin, and not to worry, but that’s all he says so of course Bruce is super confused and worried and they try to track the Joker down all night

Joker and Robin spend all night sneaking onto rides at a carnaval, defacing public property and eating all then junkfood Robin could ever want. It’s more liberating then living with anal batman and police officer Babs. It’s nice to get away from the rules and be a kid. When Robin finally passes out into a Cotten candy coma Joker carries him back to Wayne manner.

Everyone is there, shocked to see the Joker at their door and Robin completely unharmed, looking like he got back from a circus complete with Clow face paint and balloons

Bruce is thankful, but was also worried sick so he gives Joker a lecture on Robins curfews and no sweets after 6

Sleeping next to Negan would include:

Negan can be cruel and he sure is an asshole from time to time, but there is a place he finds rest and peace.
Next to you, he’s soft as a kitten.

He would watch you.
Hours sometimes, just admiring how your chest moves and how peaceful you appeared.

Him constantly hugging you from behind, shoving himself against you, pulling you all close.

From time to time you’d be the big spoon and he’d love it, but wouldn’t ever tell you. He isn’t used to getting held at all but he is absolutely in love with it.
You would kiss the top of his head softly and he’d hum in approval.

Him tossing and turning all night long, waking up every time he hears the slightest noise. 
Negan suffers from nightmares but you never ever heard him scream or cry in the night. 
What he appreciates most about you though, is that you just know when to care for him and that you never talk to him about it, when he doesn’t want to. 
You just accept him, look at him and rest your head on his chest, caressing his cheek until he softly falls asleep again. 

You being the only one allowed to sleep in his bed every night.

Whenever he comes to his room late at night and finds you asleep, he sits next to the bed, watching you. 
It reminds him of his nights in hospital, watching Lucille. 
You looked so much like her with your soft hair scattered on the pillow. 
Whenever you woke up, finding him like this you would softly get up and settle in his lap, snuggling into his arms as he holds you.

He loved playing with your hair. 
It is a total turn on for him and would often lead to him whispering dirty little secrets into your ear, as his hand brushes down your body.

When you’re asleep he would trail your spine with his finger, all the way down until he went up again to your neck, your throat the your collarbone up your throat again and along your jaw and cheekbone until he went down your spine again.

Whenever he would catch you tossing around or mumbling in your sleep he would immediately wake up and pull you on top of him. 
He would caress your head and whisper sweet little things to calm you again. 

He loved it that you constantly kissed him during the night. 
Sometimes you were completely, sometimes half asleep - but he would get little kisses all the time. 
Sometimes his cheek, sometimes his throat or his chest.

You sang or at least hummed songs while your hand lovingly  ruffled through his hair whenever he would wake up in the night. 
He would place his head just above your breasts and listen to you. 

“Baby?”
“Yes, Negan?”
“Just checking if your still here…”
“Sleep, my love.”, you’d chuckle.
“I love you.”, he’d mutter.