The first thing Yuuri registered when he woke up was the soft pitter-patter of rain outside.
He smiled. Rain meant he could stay in bed just a little longer, since Victor liked to drag him out for a morning run. He liked running, but he also liked the feeling of just waking up, when your bed’s still warm and it’s the most comfortable place on Earth.
Yuuri pulled the sheets up to his neck and burrowed into his bed. He felt so nice, so warm and boneless. He could almost fall asleep again…
An ice cold hand traced over his side.
Yuuri shrieked and tried to wiggle away from the intrusion. An arm wrapped around his middle and pulled him back against a hard chest.
Yuuri turned over and saw a slightly blurred Victor. He smiled down at Yuuri and bent forward to kiss his forehead. Yuuri smiled and pushed his face into Victor’s neck. The hickey he left there last night stood out on his pale skin.
well 21:21 has come and gone, and in lieu of a trailer i encourage you to think about Even’s birthday cake and the fiasco in which baking it took place. Imagine:
Isak has insisted that he can handle baking a cake, hes smart, he might not have much experience but he’s convinced he can teach himself anything with a recipe and youtube tutorials
One failed attempt later, Noora wanders into the kitchen to figure out while the hell Isak is swearing so much, she discovers him covered in flour, crouching in front of the oven, which contains an overflowing scented monstrosity
you overfilled the pan isak
yeAH WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IT WOULD GET SO BIG? whatever i can FIX it
The D.I.D posts on my dash kinda became depressive
Let’s fix this, with some D.I.D positive things… I know they’re not relevant for everyone, but please add to this list.
(This isn’t me trying to ‘glorify mental illness’, this is me saying I’m so sick of being told how bad my mental illness is and never having anyone mention happier moments. Sometimes I need to be reminded this illness isn’t the end of the world and it has it’s ups with it downs and that’s why I need to make this post. Because it’s 1am and I can’t think of a happy DID list and I need one)
POSITIVE D.I.D THINGS!
-Sing alongs with the system
-Group bad dancing
-Those alters who make the best sassy comments
-Those alters who have the best jokes
-Littles who get excited and do cute things
-Littles who buy you presents when you’re sad
-When friends buy your Littles things and take photos (I hope you all have friends like this, who love your system, you all deserve them)
-That alter who leaves sticky notes of love (do this for your system, they get happy and excited and it’s great, it stops us dissociating from stress too, just the reminder we’re real and loved helps)
-The alters who bluntly tell people to leave you alone when they become toxic.
-The alters who bake/cook the best food and share it.
-Finding teddy bears and switching out to find your Littles where playing tea party.
-Those alters with really good social skills who makes sure you don’t lose friends.
-Knowing there’s usually someone who’s got your back.
-Leaving other alters happy surprises and becoming really good friends with your system.
-Those alters who take lots of notes.
-Those alters who keep you feed and clean and provide the body with basic self care.
-Alters who plan everything and keep you organised.
-When your system is so close you’re family.
-A constant knowledge your bodies brain is so powerful it will always keep you safe from pain by giving you the gift of a constant presence that you can learn to love.
sweet as battery // a dorian x iron bull mix— (i won’t fall in love with falling / i will try to avoid those eyes)
i. air catcher; twenty one pilots || ii. kid gloves; voxtrot || iii. no shows; gerard way || iv. skyscrapers; ok go || v. the take over, the breaks over; fall out boy || vi. kaleidoscope eyes; panic! at the disco || vii. she’s the prettiest girl at the party, and she can prove it with a solid right hook; frnkiero andthe cellabration || viii. the fix is in; ok go || ix. makin’ out; pomplamoose || x. live and die; the avett brothers ||
xi. how it’s going to be; gerard way || xii. the run and go; twenty one pilots || xiii. thank you for the venom; my chemical romance || xiv. it doesn’t have to be beautiful; slow club || xv. irresistible; fall out boy
The only time my mom seems to care I’m trans is to tell me I should tell my dad. My mom has never brought up my rape (the one she knows about) after I told her. She thinks I should be over her not caring about my mental illness till I was self harming and then not really carrying till I tried to comit suicide. She always makes my pain about how she feels how she wishes she could fix it and how hard it is for her that she can’t. I don’t need you to fix I need you to he present with me and let me feel pain. I want to feel like your interested in my life like you want to understand and be with me. Not like a burdern a problem you can’t fix
Aesthetic for Kazuichi Souda that’ll lift their spirits with nice positive quotes, other happy things, different mech things like tools and hints of Ibuki!
I hope that you like this!! If you’d like any changes or anything just let me know and Ill fix up any changes you’d like,, right on the double, alright? Mod Bububuki is always here to help!! (Also,, hh yes that Fanta is a pun,, a So(u)da pun,, I couldn’t stop myself dfghgffds
Hello, Kazuichi! I hope that you’re doing as well as you deserve and than you for being patient with my slow request filling!! Life will always have its good bits, no matter how hard things ever get there are always those little things that are perfect for bringing a smile up on your face, ya know? I hope your spirits are thoroughly lifted, ehehe! ^^ Have a great day/evening/night, Kazuichi!! - Mod Ibuki!
hey! this is my first blog focusing on witchy things (i hope that isnt offensive) and i need people to follow! reblog if you post about
-any kind of witchy tips
-withcraft in general
and ill check out your blog! (if i say/post anything offensive be sure to let me know so i can fix it!!)
Summary: You were tired and your hair was a mess. All you were doing was putting your hair up, but the hair tie had other plans. Now you’re in this little war with Bucky. Who will win, who will lose?
Word Count: 1,032 shit thats a bit much sorry
Warnings: Cursing, slight nudity? sort of?
Notes: this wasnt supposed to be that long, but there was so much i wanted to “explain”/write! i swear the rest of the parts wont be this long hahaha. its 3:04 am as i write this, so forgive me if theres mistakes. if you find any typos, or you get confused, please ask me and ill fix it and/or explain. if you want to be tagged, let me know and ill happily add you :) enjoy part two ~
Yesterday was pretty exhausting. You spent the day with Bruce, performing tests; making sure you didn’t have any sprains, minor fractures, bruised ribs etc. By the time he let you go, it was too late to shower.
Slumping into bed, you decided to just wake up extra early and shower. That way you don’t have to worry about anything.
Five o’clock strolls around and your phone goes off with that classic alarm clock ring that you hate. The only reason why you chose that ringtone was so you had motivation to actually get up and turn it off. If it had been your favourite song, you would have stayed in bed, and kill it within a week.
With your eyes still closed, you leaned over to the side and reached over for your phone to turn it off. Your hand danced around the surface of the entire nightstand only to find that it wasn’t there. Jumping out of bed, you rubbed your eyes open only to confirm that your phone, was indeed, not there. As the horrendous ringtone played on, you frantically patted down your bed and looked around your room for your phone.
“Jesus fucking christ where did I put that shit??” you muttered to yourself.
After thirty intense minutes of checking every spot in your room, you headed back to your bed feeling stumped. You grabbed your pillow, place it to your face, while the back of your knees touched the side of your bed. As you fell back, you let out a quiet but deeply annoyed moan. Taking a deep breath, you removed the pillow off your face and noticed it right away. Your phone was on the ceiling. The ceiling.
“Wha- what the hell?!” you spat out, only to cover your mouth in hopes that no one heard you. “How did it- what? Why is it there??”
You sprung out of bed, looking around your room for something to stand on. You weren’t that short, but you weren’t that tall either. The rooms were average height, so roughly 8 to 9 ft. There’s literally no one on the team who could have reached the ceiling without needing a ladder, stool or… Or the ability to fly. As you moved your dressed next to your bed, you began ruling out suspects.
Okay, Sam has his wings, but I would have easily heard that. Same goes for Tony and his suit. That only leaves Wanda and Vision. But why??
Barely reaching for your phone, your fingers slid against the side of it allowing it to loosen and fall carefully into your hand. You got down from your dresser and inspected the back of your phone. No tape, no glue, nothing. Weird. Flipping the phone back over to turn off that annoying alarm, the screen illuminated with the time.
“Shit, I should shower now” you sighed, tossing your phone on your bed.
Grabbing your towel, clothes and other stuff, you quickly made your way to your bathroom. You were in such a rush, it slipped your mind that you didn’t lock the door.
No later than 10 minutes, Bucky had quietly stepped out of his room. As he made his way to your room, he put his stealth skills to use. Poking into your room, he spotted your phone lying among the messy sheets. He grabbed it, entered the passcode he saw you put in the other day and went into settings. He reached out for his phone and checked the time.
He snickered to himself, internally applauding at his wonderful plan.
When she wakes up, she’s still half asleep for another half hour. There’s no way she’ll even notice the time difference.
Once he changed your phone to the right time, he placed it perfectly back on your bed just like how you left it. As he made his way back to his room, he noticed the bathroom door. At first it looked like it was closed all the way, but as he stepped closer, he noticed that little tiny space between the door frame and the door itself.
“This is just perfect” he spoke inaudibly low, “Y/N makes this too easy.”
Gently, he opened the bathroom door and stuck his head in for a look. Luckily the shower curtains weren’t transparent, but instead a solid colour on cloth. As he peered around, he saw your clothes on the sink counter and reached for them.
Closing the door carefully, he headed back to your room to drop the clothes on the side of your bed. He moved them around until he felt that it looked like you dropped them there in the first place. When he was satisfied, he creeped back into his room like nothing happened.
You turned off the water, grabbed your towel off the rack and began drying yourself down. When you deemed yourself dry, you bent over to put your hair up in the towel. Right after, you realized your clothes were missing.
“I could have.. Sworn I brought them” you mumbled, “God this entire morning has been off, I probably forget them.
Still, not wanting to walk out in your birthday suit, you took the towel off your head and tried to wrap it around your body. The towel was small because you only used it for you hair. You always brought your clothes with you, so you never needed a bigger towel.
You barely managed to cover your personal areas, but remembering that everyone was probably still asleep, your worries drifted. Unaware that the time is now 7:13, you walked out of the steamy bathroom only to be greeted by wide eyes.
Clint lowered the paper to see what everyone was staring at, only to see you hiding behind a too small towel.
“Well.. Good morning, Y/N” he chuckled, lifting the paper back up.
Tints of pink began appearing on your cheeks as you froze. Everyone looked away immediately, and faced one another. Still you felt someones eyes on you, and as you scanned the room, you were connected with icy blue eyes.
Heya! Since you guys seemed to enjoy my previous stuff a about the Nacarat Jester being a human in disquise I thought Id make some more. Have a little prequel pic and fic! Keep in mid that I am litterally posting this at 12: 35 am after a long day of class so there might be some errors. just let me know Ill fix them. ( also Im gonna tag @sushinfood here because they really seemed to enjoy my last pic on this subject so yeah.)