man do i need to sleep

I love how in the first Avengers, Steve basically asks Tony what would he be without ‘suit’. Tony’s response is, of course, “Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist.”

Essentially, under the armor, he had more armor. Things to hide behind long before he was ever trapped in a cave with a box of scraps. He hid behind his intellect, his money, his intimacy issues, and his need to be useful to hide that broken little boy from the big bad world. 

When will companies learn that the best way to advertise their product is to just have the weirdos of the internet namedrop the product in shitposts. No “official accounts”. No “Having People on Vine make Vines with your product in it”. Just have someone with a decent number of followers post like

My friend: Hey man, you always seem down in the dumps
Me, doing a kickflip and taking a bite of Nutter Butter: It’s what I do.

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Can we talk about how Victor looks so wrecked at the airport? His dog nearly died, his boyfriend barely made it to the GPF, and he’s probably running on little to no sleep, but he’s there to pick Yuuri up with the fucking dog that caused all this drama in the first place because that’s what you do when you’re in love, right? This is the man who is always camera-ready and has maybe a thousand smiles in his arsenal, and he decided that nope, fuck this, fuck the press, I’ll welcome my boyfriend home if I want to (and I fucking DO want to) and I don’t fucking care if I look like hell warmed over–my boyfriend needs me. I’m going to be there.

The One That Got Away [Chapter One]

Originally posted by chaisoo

Series Request from the amazing @jinbumg7 !!! Hope you enjoy, dearest! I tweaked it just a tiny, tiny bit, hope you don’t mind :)

Series Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut

Warnings: None


You awoke to the sound of your phone vibrating on your nightstand. You groaned sleepily, the sun was just barely up. Who could be calling this early? Didn’t they know you needed your sleep?

“Hello?” you grumbled.

“Happy anniversary, Jagiya!!!” You heard an excited Jaebum yell from the other end.

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“I sleep about one and one-half hours a night. I think that is enough for any man. When I was young I needed more sleep. But age doesn’t require so much. There are so many things to do I do not want to spend time sleeping needlessly. In my family all were poor sleepers. Time spent in sleep is lost time, we always felt.”

–Nikola Tesla

“Dr. Visions the End of Aircraft in War.” Every Week Magazine, Oct. 21, 1934.
Ask Me No Questions, I’ll Tell You No Lies

It starts out as a way to release stress. The rules are simple: No Kissing, No Talking, No Feelings.

It ends with worship.

(I thought, what if Adam and Ronan became fuck buddies way before that TRK kiss. This is what happened)


The first time it happens, Ronan is sleeping over in Adam’s shitty apartment over St Agnes. Adam can’t sleep and Ronan sits up after a while, clearly getting tired of Adam’s constant tossing and turning.

“Man,” he says, “you need to fucking relax.”

Adam sighs, turning on his side so he’s facing Ronan.

“Yeah? What do you suggest I do?”

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chapter 2

Mayday || Jinyoung

Originally posted by jackseunie

Reader (you) x Jinyoung

Word Count: 1837

Warnings: angry jinyoung ??

note: and once again, sorry for the really bad chapter. idk how many times i re-wrote this but heeey, it’s an update! I hope everyone is doing well and getting enough sleep, unlike your admin here haha! happy reading everyone and take care! -admin


“If you’re ever in need of a man to come save you, just shout mayday…”

Those words repeated itself throughout the whole night, making me toss and turn in bed. Usually I wouldn’t be bothered with this sort of stuff but last night, I just couldn’t get my mind off of Jinyoung. Those words didn’t even make sense. Why would I scream mayday to a guy I never met before? Plus, wasn’t mayday a word pilots use when they’re in need of help?

I stuck my fork into the pancake I made just a few minutes ago and let out a heavy sigh. It was close to noon and Jenny was still fast asleep in her room. After finding her drunk outside near the pool, I decided to drag her home before she does something she regrets. I, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep at all last night thanks to Jinyoung.

“Ah shit.” I heard someone curse from behind. Turning my head around, I looked at Jenny as she slowly trotted her way into the kitchen.

“Morning,” I smiled brightly at her, “There’s a glass of water on the counter and advil next to it.”

“Thanks.” Jenny mumbled, picking up the glass of water. “By the way, we’re meeting picking up Yugyeom from the university so get dressed and let’s go.”

“What, you’re not eating my pancakes?” I asked her, raising my eyebrows.

“No, I’m not hungry.” Jenny said before she turned her back on me and made her way back to her room. I sighed as I looked down at my plate that had a half eaten pancake. Deciding to stuff the rest in my mouth, I hopped off my chair and went straight to my room to get ready. Throwing on a simple outfit, I dragged Jenny out of her room and quickly got into our car. The whole ride was long and silent since I knew I shouldn’t bother Jenny and her headache. And so, my mind wandered off to Jinyoung. No matter how hard I tried, I can’t get him out of my mind. I was curious about him and his personality. Who was he and why was he so intriguing?

“Just park in the parking lot. We won’t get a ticket if we just leave right away after finding Yugyeom.” Jenny stated as we pulled up at the university. Listening to Jenny, I parked near a small cafe as Jenny and I hopped out of the car.

“You go ahead, I’m just getting a cup of coffee at the cafe. Do you want anything?” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“An iced americano would be nice.” Jenny smiled at me.

“Sure thing.” I smiled back. “Meet here in fifteen?”

Jenny nodded her head before waving me off and walked away in a different direction. Pulling out my phone, I opened up the doors of the cafe and was greeted with the smell of coffee. Students sat at tables, either studying or chilling with friends as I lined up. Just looking at the sight of people studying made me smile. I graduated from university last year and I was happy to be finally free from all the stress. But the real world was much more terrifying than school.

My turn soon came up as I smiled at the girl behind the counter. I was about to order my drinks before the girl in front of me turned her attention to the door and gasped. Looking at her shocked expression, I turned my head around to face the man I couldn’t take my mind off of. Jinyoung was wearing a nice clean button up shirt with black dress pants. His fancy shoes and his hair pushed to the side made him look nicer than what I saw last night. I realized that I was staring for too long when his eyes suddenly made eye contact with mine.

“Two iced americanos please.” I quickly said, prying my eyes away from him and focused my attention on the girl. I paid for the drinks and stood off to the side as I observed Jinyoung order his drink. Was Jinyoung a still a student or was he a professor at the university?

Jinyoung slowly moved to side, standing right next to me, as everyone’s eyes in the cafe followed his movements. Taking my chance, I turned my head to look up at his expressionless face. Sure, Jinyoung had the looks and the perfect face but, I didn’t know what people saw in him. But someone how I wanted to talk to him just so I could get to know him and his personality. So, I took in a deep breath and opened my mouth.

“Hey, Jinyoung?” I slightly raised my voice in questioning acting like I didn’t know him. He turned to look at me, his eyes scanning my face. A sudden of change in emotion flashed through his eyes but was quickly washed away by his expressionless face. My heart started to race as the silence between us remained still.

“Jinyoung, right?” I said again, hoping he would answer me. But instead Jinyoung just turned his face away and looked at something else. I huffed out in annoyance and questioned why he wasn’t responding back. Does he not remember me? Like every other girl he has slept with?

“(Y/N) with two iced americanos.” The girl behind the counter called. “And Declan with a chai tea latte.”

I quickly walked over to the counter to pick up my drinks until I noticed Jinyoung following closely behind me. I stopped in front of the counter to observe his actions but realized he grabbed the chai tea latte. Confused, I grabbed my two iced americanos and looked at him.

“Have a nice day, Delcan.” The girl behind the counter smiled.

Jinyoung lifted up his drink and nodded his head, “Thanks.”

And with that, he turned his back on me and left. I stood there in shock on what just happened. I was one hundred percent sure that was Jinyoung who stepped inside the cafe, not this guy named Declan. I knew his face, the black hair swept to the side and that arrogant look on his face, he was definitely Jinyoung. I felt my anger boil up inside of me as I took my drinks and stormed out of the cafe. Looking around the area, I spotted Jinyoung slowly walking back inside the campus.

“Yah, Jinyoung!” I yelled, running after him with two drinks in hand. I continued to yell his name but he still didn’t look behind me to acknowledge me. Stopping to catch my breath, I thought of different things I could say to get his attention. And one word popped into my mind.

“Mayday!” I yelled loudly, watching Jinyoung’s every move. It was like that word was the only magic word that could grab his attention. With that, I watched as Jinyoung whipped around to look at me straight in the eye, his worried expression quickly washed away to a death glare. Smiling to myself, I ran up to him to give him a piece of my mind.

“You’re making a big mistake here, baby girl.” He growled as I approached him.

“What mistake?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Who are you and why are you doing this?”

“What are you? The police?” Jinyoung fired back at me, clearly not in the mood to talk.

“Who are you?” I asked again, with a mean tone in my voice. I wanted to know what Jinyoung was planning to do and why was he giving himself a fake identity. I wanted to know more about him and his mysterious charm.

Suddenly, Jinyoung grabbed me by the arm and led me somewhere more private. His one free hand pressed against my waist and pushed me against the wall. I gasped slightly from the sudden actions, gripping the two cups in my hand as I looked into his boiling eyes.

“Listen here,” He growled, “You can’t just go around calling my name carelessly like that. If I don’t answer back, just brush it off and get lost.”

“That’s not how you treat a girl.” I fired back, looking at him straight in the eye. I could feel my anger boil inside of my because of his arrogance. Telling me to get lost was not a way to get rid of a girl. I will not lose against this guy and his reasoning until I’ve figured him out.

“Are you a criminal?” I asked, pushing him to the side. “Because only criminals say that to cover their asses.”

“I am not a criminal.” He argued back. “You don’t understand so just leave and forget this ever happened.”

“I’m not leaving until you tell me who you are!” I yelled quite loudly. The loud commotion I was making was drawing attention from students who were wandering by. But I didn’t care. Jinyoung needed to be exposed.

“You’re so frustrating.” Jinyoung sighed, as he ran his fingers through his hair, roughly. I crossed my arms and stood there, examining Jinyoung’s anger starting to boil up. I could tell he was thinking hard about his answer and what he should tell me to cover his identity. The few moments of silence of him walking back and forth made me anticipate his answer. Was he going to tell the truth or lie to me?

“Gosh,” I spoke up, breaking the silence in the air, “Can’t even tell me who you are. What a sh-”

“Declan!” A voice of a man called, interrupting my sentence. I turned my head to look down the hallways and saw a short man, whom looked like a professor, approaching us slowly.

“Ah, Mr. Son,” Jinyoung smiled, his anger suddenly washed away as he held out his hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you again.”

“Please, stop calling me Mr. Son. It’s Andy.” The man smiled at him, taking Jinyoung’s hand and shaking it gently.

“Nice to see you again, Andy.” Jinyoung said, taking his hand away. “Are your men here for the meeting?”

“Yes,” Andy nodded, “And who’s this lovely lady next to you?”

Jinyoung looked down at me with a smirk plastered on his face. I could see that he was already planning something that I wouldn’t even like. Jinyoung suddenly threw his arm around me and brought me closer to his side. I held my two drinks tighter in my hand, with a shocked expression on my face. And at this point, I didn’t even know what was happening anymore because of the lies Jinyoung spoke. But Jinyoung played it off and flashed me a smile before opening up his mouth to answer to Andy.

“She’s my girlfriend.”

An Odd Sort of Meet-Cute - An Olicity AU ficlet

Author’s Note: This little thing came about thanks to this thread on twitter. And then some dialogue sprang to mind and I couldn’t NOT write this. I wish it were a little longer - maybe I’ll lengthen it or expand on it… who knows. But this was a fun little thing to write. Anyways… Enjoy.



“Say a man and a woman both need something to sleep in and both go to the same men’s pajama department. The man says to the salesman, ‘I just need bottoms,’ and the woman says, ‘I just need a top.’ They look at each other and that’s the ‘meet cute.'” - The Holiday

She just wanted a large coat. Something sensible. Something with lots of pockets that would be comfy for any possible scenario. And warm. God, she needed something warm. The coats she had bought recently weren’t shielding her from the Starling City winter chill in the least and it was time for a change. She knew she should shop somewhere more high-end, somewhere with fancy sections dedicated to one overpriced length of fabric that some might call a dress and condescending saleswomen with pinched faces and raised brows. But she couldn’t afford that. Not yet, she reminded herself.

So Felicity opened the door to a three level H&M and welcomed the ridiculous music and strange pattern combinations with a roll of her eyes. She went straight for the outerwear in the women’s section and turned away almost instantly. Brightly colored versions of all the same damn coats she already owned. Slim. Belted at the waist. Thin fabric. She could just hear her mother’s voice in her head.

“Oh, but you can layer things. You have such a lovely figure, Felicity. Don’t hide it!”

Felicity shook her head. “Not today,” she murmured as she went up the escalator to the second floor and was greeted by the men’s section. Muted tones. Lots of plaid. She perused the selection of jackets and coats, her impatience growing. She feared she’d never find the right cut, fabric or color. She feared she’d be stuck in her unsatisfying options all winter.

And then she saw it.

The perfect navy blue.

The perfect wide cut.

The perfect amount of pockets.

It was on a rather tall mannequin - taller than all of the others. And, from where she was standing and even at the odd angle, muscled as all hell. She walked over and eyed the collar as she reached up to feel the fabric. Perfect! she thought as she traced the line of the stitching down to a lovely polished button and…

The mannequin moved.

Just a shift in the shoulders and tap of the foot. But the mannequin moved.

She screamed, suddenly having flashbacks to that weird movie from the eighties her mother loved so much. Am I in the gender-bent version of that?

“Can I help you?” the mannequin asked, voice low and seductive, but etched with amusement.

She looked up into mesmerizing blue eyes. “Uh. No.” The words were there, begging to spill free - begging to overflow and scare the sexy mannequin away. And despite her proficiency in fighting the word vomit, the mannequin’s eyes were too much for her. The curve of his lips as he fought back a grin was enough to make her knees go weak. And the mole at the corner of his mouth looked delicious. “I am so sorry. You’re not a mannequin. You’re a man.” Then she let out a little huff of laughter. “Huh. Man-equin. Is that how they came up with that word?”

Her hand was still at his collar, fingers caressing the fabric. She let it fall and stepped away, cheeks flushing with hot embarrassment. She glanced away from the mannequin - the man - to find two people watching them, close and grinning. A large, Hulk of a man with biceps larger than her head. A young woman who bore striking facial similarities to the man she had just coat-fondled.

Felicity lifted her hand and waved awkwardly. “Sorry to interrupt,” she said as she stepped out of their little triangle of silence.

She ran down the escalator and pretended to merge with the racks of sequined dresses as her eyes scanned the store, in search for the mysterious man. When he didn’t appear, she rested her head on her hand where it held onto the rack and closed her eyes. “Relax, Smoak. This isn’t the weirdest thing you’ve ever done.”

“It isn’t?”

That voice again. Sultry and amused.

She looked up to find the man watching her, one brow raised in distinct interest. His companions were slightly behind him, watching. Felicity imagined that they had popcorn.

“Unfortunately, it isn’t.”

The man let out a little chuckle and stepped closer. “I’d like to hear about these other, weirder things.”

Her eyes widened. “You would?”

He nodded. “And perhaps we can discuss some sort of joint custody of my coat.”

She blushed once more. “Oh, no! I couldn’t. That’s not what I was doing. I mean, well, I was, but that was before I realized you were a man and the coat wasn’t for sale.”

The man shrugged. “We can negotiate.” Then he stuck out his hand. “I’m Oliver. Oliver Queen.”

With slight hesitation, she took his hand and shook. “Felicity Smoak.”

“How does coffee sound, Felicity?”

She raised a brow as their hands disconnected. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she studied his face. “Do you mean coffee like real coffee or coffee like Luke Cage offers coffee?”

The man behind Oliver let out a hearty laugh and covered his face. As he shook his head, she heard him speak between bursts of laughter. “This is the best thing I’ve heard all day.”

The young woman smiled and patted Oliver’s shoulder. “I think you’ve finally found someone as dorky and weird as you are. Well done, Ollie.”

Oliver glared at the young woman and then turned to face Felicity. “Real coffee,” he said with a wink as he began walking away, his coat so inviting and his presence the source of puzzlement. But she followed him anyway.


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for @josteninski who wanted me to write them doing laundry together and who was i to say no:

it’s not until they’re cleaning out the pile of laundry that’s been building up in the corner of isak’s bedroom that he realizes even’s basically moved in. logically, he knew this. he’s a man of science. he can count the days even’s stayed over at his vs. the number of days he spends at home, and it’s not much of a balance. they’ll always make an excuse to justify it, like “i like your bed more” or “i can help you study for that test” or “i can’t sleep without cuddles who do you think i am??” but at this point there’s no need. even may have gotten used to isak’s bed, but isak has also gotten used to even in his bed, so there’s really only one solution to this.

there’s teasing, of course, as isak looks at the sheer number of shirts and hoodies even’s left at his place, the number of his own hoodies that even’s been stealing for his own wardrobe. like “stop stretching out my shirts why are you so fucking long” or “why am i washing this camo jacket like why have you worn this ever” and “why are there so many syrup stains on my shirt - did you challenge mahdi to a waffle eating contest again you know he’s gonna win??” there’s teasing and shoving and even has to measure everything out for isak because he’s hopeless, but underneath all this, they know that this is it, this is home.

spent an entire afternoon making this in firealpaca im so tired but so proud of myself…………..

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Is it in the glove compartment of your fancy car?

When Celty misthinks a situation
  • Celty: (Izaya Orihara. The most dangerous man in Ikebukuro. He cant be trusted with Shinra. He'll use him, trick him, hurt him. I need to tell Shinra now before it's too late!)
  • Celty: -quickly rushes to living room- (SHINRA-)
  • Shinra: -calmly sleeping on Izaya's shoulder-
  • Izaya: -pissed- Do you MIND!? He's sleeping!
  • Celty: