my new otp is my and my bed

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and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

-e.e. cummings

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Rory and Jess after the series finale; life in New York

SCARY STORY

The night is cold. Wind is blowing, causing tree branches to hit my window. I lie on my bed, empty house echoing the storm outside. 

Suddenly, I see a strange dark shadow outside my window. I shiver, what is that? The dark shape has red eyes, glowing from.. excitement ???

“New OTP… My NEW OTP…!!” I hear it’s voice from the outside, so loud and clear. I have tears in my eyes. Why is @snuffles-groovy-doghouse here again??? Will she eat my OTP too ?? I start crying. This nightmare will never end. 

  • Me at 5pm: I'm gonna go to bed early today. As a result I might cope a little bit better with school and shit...
  • Me at 10pm: *In bed* I'm just gonna read one chapter of this 231k long fanfic about my OTP... Then I'm gonna sleep.
  • Me at 3am: Fuck it *finishes the fanfic + starts reading 5 new ones + spends a few hours on Tumblr + critically goes through every decision I've ever made in this life + watches every episode of my favorite tv show, twice*
dumb things I have done that u can imagine ur OTP doing:

(minus the crippling embarrassment and shame that I felt at the time) 

1. ran into a pole with a carton of milk, spilling it all over myself and my crush

2. laughed so hard that I fell off my crush’s bed and got a concussion

3. was playing guitar, showing off a new song that I wrote for my gf, dramatically paused for a bit in the bridge and accidentally let loose a huge fart

4. I tried to compliment this girl whose number I had just gotten by texting “your art is badass” but I accidentally sent “your ass is badass”

5. a mutual friends sent me a snapchat photo of my crush so I made it my lockscreen pic. forgot all about it until a week later when I handed her my phone so she could give me her number………

6. in middle school a boy liked me a lot so he sketched pictures of me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I was always looking and it made me secretly really happy but I never said anything bc I was too shy. WHY WERE WE BOTH SO SHY

7. in my junior year of high school I let my crush cut my hair. and she royally fucked it up 

8.  she also once wrote “P.S. I love you” at the bottom of a note she passed to me in anatomy class. I cut that piece off the note and folded it up and put it in a locket. it’s in a time capsule buried in my backyard now

9. I hated the music my bf liked so I always pretended the aux cord in my car was broken so we could only listen to my cds 

10. I was at this music festival with this girl I liked but we were at the back and I couldn’t see, so she hoisted me up on her shoulders. but then I lost my balance and ended up toppling over and we both got covered in mud

Winter’s Fury | Robb and Myrcella

The northern winds were the first thing that greeted Myrcella when stepped from the cabin of the boat. It bit at her dry skin with a fury akin to that of the heat in King’s Landing would sap the energy from one’s body and leave the one basking beneath its rays boneless and lethargic for the rest of the day. These winds were bitter and frozen despite the sun that shone down upon the crystal blue waters of White Harbor. 

The second… was Robb Stark

After the assassination of her betrothal, the disgraced princess travels from Dorne to be wedded off to Ned Stark’s heir in order to pacify the North. 

For an excerpt from Chapter 1 (Sheath and Sword):
(slightly NSFW!!)

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“Beautiful,” I said, looking up at the moon, too.

“It’s all right,” he answered, unimpressed. He turned slowly to face me; little waves rolled away from his movement and broke against my skin. His eyes looked silver in his ice-colored face. He twisted his hand up so that he could twine our fingers beneath the surface of the water. It was warm enough that his cool skin did not raise goose bumps on mine.

“But I wouldn’t use the word beautiful” he continued. “Not with you standing here in comparison.”

—  Breaking Dawn, Chapter 5.

anonymous asked:

Can you please make another fanfic with Red as Resslers father in law? It was literally the best thing I had ever read!!! 💕💕💕

Oh anon, this is probably not what you were expecting, but it’s the only thing I have right now :)


“I can’t believe you got kidnapped, again.”

Ressler lifts his head. He’s tied up to a chair with some Italian guy beating the crap out of him, blood dripping from his chin to the floor, of course Red is going to show up now.

"Reddington? What are you doing here?” His captor asks, the surprised obvious in his voice.

“Hi Michael, how is the wife? And the mistress?” Red turns to look at Ressler. “His wife makes the best raviolis I’ve ever tasted. Maybe we can go and have dinner together one day, forget this big misunderstanding. What do you say Michael?”

“What do you want, Red?” The guy asks again. “This has nothing to do with you.”

“I would like to get my son-in-law back, if you don’t mind.”

Ressler rolls his eyes. He’s tired of having this conversation, he really, really is.

“For the thousandth time, I’m not your-“

The punch on the face doesn’t let him finish. Ressler open his mouth and his jaw makes a cracking sound, going back to its place.

Liz is going to kill him.

"Your son-in-law?” Michael asks confused, and then puts a gun against Ressler’s right temple. “He’s an FBI agent!”

Red turns to look at Ressler again, a hand on his chest.

“What!? Donald, is that true?” He asks with faked astonishment. “How could you? What I’m going to tell poor Lizzie now? She’s going to be heartbroken.”

Before anyone can react Red takes a gun from his back and shoots Michael in the head.

"And there goes my chance to eat those wonderful raviolis again,” he says sadly.

Dembe is behind Ressler within seconds, setting him free.

“I’m seriously tired of this kidnapping thing, Donald. Just ask Lizzie to tie you to the bed if you like it so much.”

A FRERARD PLAYLIST

take me, take me back to your bed. i love you so much that it hurts my head.

  1. the world is ugly // my chemical romance

  2. my sweet prince // placebo

  3. brothers on a hotel bed // death cab for cutie

  4. degausser // brand new

  5. desert song // my chemical romance

  6. kiss me // ed sheeran

  7. falling in love will kill you // wrongchilde

  8. goodnight moon // go radio

  9. nothing left to lose // the pretty reckless

  10. codes and keys // death cab for cutie

  11. two coffins // against me!

listen here

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HAPPY (late) VALENTINES DAY!!!! i guess its about time i made some fanart for my new otp as well *cough cough*

@sinnamon-ttoba my love. My babe. I am so happy with you… I know I’m not good with words sometimes but I appreciate you so fucking much (yes I have to curse to make a point)

I’m so glad you confessed when you did.. I’m so glad I confessed when I did!! I am so thankful that someone like you exsists.

i appreciate you and love you SO MUCH!!! Thank you for being you… And thank you for being mine ;//V//; ♥♥♥

20. Exhausted Parent Kiss

This is an answer to @yokofujioka Sorry I somehow missed this yesterday!


Takao slumped onto the bed next to his husband, face smooshed into a pillow. He felt the bed shift as his partner rolled towards him. It had been a long day for the both of them. Takao had spent all of his time after work running from babysitter to birthday party. Midorima hadn’t fared much better since he had to take their son to the grocery store and then to get the car fixed. Their son had just started his terrible twos and he was the reason there was a stereotype. Takao loved the little shit, but sometimes he just wished he would stop screaming. He shifted his face to stare at those beautiful green eyes he fell in love with so long ago.

           “I finally got Tadashi to stop crying about bed time and at least lay down for a little. He’ll probably be up in about 10 minutes though. I might have to get strict papa on him. How was Mimi?” The green-haired man didn’t say anything for a moment and Takao looked up at him. It was clear by his partner’s face that he was tired. It was hard being a world-renown surgeon and raising two kids.

           “She only had me read Old Hat, New Hat about 10 times.”

           “That’s a new record low for her.” Takao replied, yawning and closing his eyes. Tomorrow was going to be just as rough for the couple and they needed their sleep.

           He felt a pair of lips press against his. It was gentle, lazy, and tired but one still completely conveyed how his partner felt. It also gave Takao renewed strength, knowing they were in this together.

           That’s when he heard the screeching ‘PAPA’ come from his son’s room. Midorima smiled against his lips.

           “That’s for you.” He said against the brunette’s lips, pressing another quick peck there. As the shorter man groaned and rolled out of bed, the green-haired man couldn’t contain the wicked smile that took over his face. “Turn the light off on your way out, papa.”


Ugh I am so in love with this couple. Sorry, this is a little longer than 300 words…oops, my bad

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I’ll already be in bed by the time this is posted. But before I WENT to bed, I decided to doodle New Dream and Jarida real quick in what I have neglected to be my “style”. I have done most of my stuff with character studying in mind, which is important, but i just wanted to let loose in how I personally draw. So here ;3;. Also, I had feels to put these two pairings together because in my Cinderella!AU they’re the main ships. An FYI :3.

Something strange happened after I came home from the movies last night...

Last night I saw the new horror movie Annabelle with a couple of friends. The movie was OK – some decent tense moments but overall pretty silly and in no way lived up to the quality of its parent movie, The Conjuring. Regardless of how silly it was, I usually startle and spook pretty easily so I knew this would probably be a “sleep with the lights on” night. I got home just before 10pm to an empty apartment. The roommate was out at a concert so the only greeting I received was from our two cats. Two packages laid on the dining room table, no doubt dropped off by our building’s maintenance. I hadn’t requested they drop off the packages but I assumed my roommate had.

After feeding the cats and changing in to my PJs, I settled in to watch How to Get Away with Murder, the perfect show to take my mind off of Annabelle and any lingering feelings of unease. At 11pm, satisfied with the episode, I turned off the TV, brushed my teeth, and settled into my bed ready for some cellphone interwebing. I had closed and locked my bedroom door behind me, a habit I picked up after my cat learned to open closed doors on his own, but I left my light on. Even though I was feeling relatively comfortable (and had already swept the apartment for intruders), I still thought it best to keep the light on – just in case. Just as I started falling in to a Youtube hole, I started to hear music playing. I paused the Youtube video and listened, trying to determine if the music was coming from the street or perhaps the neighbors below (I can sometimes hear their baby crying through the vent in my room). The music seemed too loud to be coming from the street or the downstairs apartment and as I got up and inched closer to my bedroom door I realized the music was coming from inside my apartment.

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{Little Black Dresses and King-sized Messes} by machawicket

Felicity stills, eyes wide, as the pieces fall into place. She and Oliver are going to an exclusive new club in Vancouver that may or may not be cover for a gun-running operation. And it’s trendy because of all the hooking up people do there. And if he’s going as *Oliver Queen*, she’s going as– “Oh, *no* way, Oliver.”

Hiding (Part 2)

Part 1


It’s been a week since the “Joe dated the worst girl in the history of dating” mistake. And right now everything seems normal. Except maybe for Joe who’s pretty much 24/7 on his phone for 2 days.

“I’m gonna beat you so bad, baby cousin.” Caspar said, sitting on my right as the video game finally started.

“Psh. Yeah right.” I responded competitively, pushing all the buttons of my controller.

“Oh please you don’t even play this. You just push random buttons.” Said Caspar, not taking his eyes off of the tv.

“At least I’m not Joe who doesn’t even try.”

“I might be wearing headphones but I can still hear you, Y/N.” Said Joe who’s sitting on my left… on his phone. Again.

I was about to answer when I suddenly jumped to my feet in victory and Caspar slumped in defeat.

“Ha! Told ya I’m going to win.” I said proudly to Caspar.

He groaned “Joe come on let’s play. I need to defeat someone.”

Joe didn’t respond, his eyes still focused on his bloody phone. “Joe.” Caspar called again.

“Yeah?” Finally, Joe put down his headphones. But not his actual phone.

“Who the hell are you texting?” Caspar asked.

“I uh.. I’m on twitter.” Joe answered.

“Oh really?” I raised an eyebrow. “You’re obviously tapping this whole time. Not scrolling.”

“I was tweeting.”

Caspar spoke again. “You’ve been tapping your phone with your thumbs for like an hour now. Come on, Joseph. Who’re you texting?”

“No one. Just go back to your game.” Joe responded, a bit irritated.

I sighed as I looked at my watch. “Nope. No time for another round.” I then stood up and put down my controller.

“Where’re you going?” Caspar asked.

“I’m suppose to film a collab with Dan at exactly 3pm and it is 2:15 so I need to get ready.”

“Oh yeah.” Caspar looked at the clock. “And I have a meeting at 2:30. Shit.” He stood up and ran towards his room.

“Want me to drive you to Dan’s?” Joe asked, still sitting comfortably.

“No, thanks. Caspar’s driving. I think.”

“Caspar. Driving. You serious?”

I laughed. “I wish I’m not. Anyway, you okay here?”

He gave me a small smile. “Yeah I’ll be fine.” He then looked at his phone again.

I tried to read the name of the one his texting by secretly staring at his phone but sadly, my eyes are a bit damaged. Damn I need my glasses.

***

Here I am now sitting on Dan’s bed at his room, ready to start filming. Dan arranged the camera and mic.

“Okay. We’re ready.” Dan smiled.

“Yaaaasss.” I said excitedly.

He then finally pushed the record button and sat beside me on his bed.

“Hello, Internet!” He said to the camera. “As you can see I am here with a girl.”

“That’s new.”

“Yes, me being with a girl is not normal.” We both laughed. “Okay so you guys probably know her. Introduce yourself please.”

I looked at the camera. “Uhm my name’s Y/N and I make YouTube videos.”

“And you’re Joe Sugg’s girlfriend.”

“Oh my gosh Dan, I am not.”

Dan smirked. “That’s just sad cause you guys are my otp.”

“We’re just friends, Dan. Just friends.” I gave him a fake smile. My heart sunk as I said those two truthfully hurtful words.

“Well,” Dan stared blankly at the wall. “There goes my dreams.”

I laughed again. “I’m sorry, Daniel.”

He then looked at the camera. “Anyways, we are going to play the 7 seconds challenge…”

And then the filming continued.

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We just finished filming and here we are now at Dan and Phil’s lounge. I texted Caspar and he said he’ll drive me home after his meeting.

Oh and Phil’s home.

“Seriously, I really thought you guys were together.” Said Phil who’s sitting on my left and Dan on my right. Phil was talking about how they ship me and Joe.

“Haven’t you heard the latest internet issue?” I asked them both and they shrugged. “Joe dated a famous model last week.”

“And?” Said Dan.

“It didn’t work out.” I don’t know why but I automatically half smiled.

Phil spoke again. “Well, someone’s happy.” He grinned.

“Stop teasing me, Philip. Your ultimate otp isn’t real.”

Dan gasped jokingly. “Why do you keep crushing our dreams, Y/N?”

“Because, I’ve said this like a million times… Joe and I are just friends.” I innocently smiled.

“Yeah right.” Said Phil. “But do you like him?”

I suddenly felt my face getting warm.

“Uhm.” I started when suddenly, my phone vibrated on my pocket. I checked it and saw a message from Caspar.

I’m outside. Hurry up I’m so hungry.

He texted.

“Guys,” I looked at Dan and Phil. “I need to go. Caspar’s waiting outside.”

I tried to stand up but Dan grabbed my arm and pulled me slight gently to sit again.

“You’re not going anywhere until you answer our question.” Phil said and they both gave me a serious look.

I sighed. “Fine. I like Joe. I really really like him. In fact I’m in love with him but he doesn’t know. And please guys just keep it that way.”

The two of them nodded. “Don’t worry. We’re great at keeping secrets.” Phil smiled.

“Thanks, guys.” I smiled back.

***

Here we are now outside the Jaspar flat. Caspar’s just looking for our front door key. He checked his pockets, his wallet, and he doubled checked the car earlier. He then paused and stared at the floor for a moment.

“Please don’t tell me you lost it again.” I said with my face annoyed.

“I’m calling Joe.” Caspar pouted. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed Joe’s phone number.

The tv was so loud so his obviously home.

After a few seconds, Caspar spoke. “He’s not answering.”

I groaned.

“Oh wait.” Caspar’s face brightened. He again checked his pocket, but this time it’s his jacket’s pocket.

My annoyance slowly faded when Caspar surprisingly pulled out a key. “Found it.”

“Oh thank goodness.” I said as Caspar slowly opened the door.

Caspar walked in first and I followed. I then noticed a blanket on our couch which is pretty weird.

Casp saw it too and he went near it to take a look. I was shocked by hearing him shout “Are you fucking serious!?”

I walked towards the couch and saw Joe appeared, topless. His eyes wide and his face a bit confused. He sat straight and looked at me and Caspar.

“What happened?” I asked my older cousin as I walked towards them.

I then saw something- no, someone that I didn’t expect to be here at all.

The model that Joe recently dated.

That slut. She appeared beside Joe, naked with only blankets covering her body.

“Joe what the hell!” Caspar shouted again.

The two of them froze. “Caspar…” Joe spoke. “I’m so sorry. It’s not what you guys think.”

My fist clenched as I stood there, a bit shaking. I stared at them as tears were ready to fall from my eyes.

I don’t know what to feel anymore. I walked out as I covered my mouth to prevent myself from crying.

“Y/N…” I heard Caspar said and he followed down stairs.

I was about to enter my room when Caspar grabbed my arm. He turned me to face him and that’s when tears finally fell.

Caspar stared at me for a moment, his eyes full of concern. He then pulled me into a tight hug. I ended up crying on his chest.

I felt really sad and angry… and hurt. But what’s the point? Joe’s not mine. I don’t have the rights to feel these kind of things. The thought of it made me cry harder.

“He’s such a dick.” Caspar said in a low angry tone, still hugging me tight.

“Caspar!” I heard someone shouted from upstairs.

Caspar slowly let go of me. He turned to face Joe now walking towards us wearing only his shorts.

“Caspar…” Joe said again. His attention slowly turning to me. His face as concerned as Caspar. “Y/N? Why’re you-” He tried to walk near me but Caspar blocked him.

“Y/N, go to your room.” Caspar said, his eyes focused on Joe.

I obeyed and I quickly entered my room.

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Joe Sugg’s P.O.V

My heart stopped beating for a moment when I saw Y/N crying. Though I don’t really know why she is.

Caspar didn’t let me speak to her and now she’s inside her room.

“What were you thinking Joe? Is that why you’re on your phone all day? Because of that bitch who’s obviously using you?” Caspar said.

“Look, she said she broke up with her boyfriend and she wants to apologize personally.” I explained stressfully.

“And you invited her here?”

“She asked for my address.” I looked down.

“Wow, Joe. Are you that easy?”

“I’m sorry okay? What’s the big deal anyway?”

“She’s not good for you, Joe.”

“Why’re you guys saying that? You don’t know her. Now please, can I talk to Y/N?”

“Oh so now you’re concerned?”

“I care for her, Caspar. She’s my friend.”

“Well, you’re not just a friend for her.”

My eyes widened as Caspar said those words. “Wha- What’d you mean?” I asked curiously.

“God, Joe are you really that numb?” Caspar almost shouted. “She’s hurt, Joe. She’s the one who’s always hurt. Y/N loves you and she doesn’t want you to know that. She’s afraid of being rejected because you’re too busy dating other girls. Whenever you’re broken or having a rough time, Y/N is always there to pick up the pieces.” He stared deeply into my eyes and his face slowly softened. “Talk to her when she’s ready. When you’re both ready.” He then turned around and walked away.

Caspar’s words made me realize a lot of things. I’m so bloody stupid for not noticing what Y/N felt. I didn’t know there was pain behind her precious smile.

Maybe my past relationships didn’t work out because I only care about one girl. Everytime I’m on a date, I always compare them to my favourite person. They’re not her. All those girls that I’ve dated are pretty. But they’re not beautiful like Y/N.

Is this what you call love? All I know is that I care about Y/N and I don’t want to see her crying. It hurts to see her like that.

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Your P.O.V

I’m not mad at Joe. I’m not mad at anyone. I’m mad at myself for being so weak and naive. For falling in love with someone who doesn’t love me back.

I’ve been crying here in my room for like an hour and a half now. And yet I can still feel pain.

I stood up and walked towards the mirror. I stared at myself for a minute and realized that my light makeup is ruined and there’s circles under my eyes.

I looked at the clock. It’s already 9pm and I haven’t eaten dinner. So I decided to finally grab something to eat. I just wish Joe’s in his room right now. I’m still not ready to see him. And I don’t want him to see me like this.

I walked towards the door of my room and opened it. Oh no…

“Hey.” Joe said, sitting on the floor, his legs crossed. And his eyes… It has dark circles under it just like mine.

I then felt my heart beating faster and faster. “What are you doing?” I asked as casual as I can.

He stood up. “I uh… I just wanna say sorry for earlier. I’m such a dick, I know. I didn’t mean to hurt you bu-”

“Hurt me?”

“Uh I mean…”

“Caspar told you everything didn’t he?” I almost whispered.

He nodded and a tear fell from my eye.

“Good to know.” I said. “ I’m tired of hiding these feelings anyway.”

He stared deeply into my eyes.“I’m tired too. I’m tired of pretending. Pretending that I’m not madly in love with you.”

Suddenly, I felt millions of butterflies in my stomach. There was an awkward but beautiful moment before he spoke again.

“I can’t promise anything. But I will do anything to make it up to you.” He grabbed my hand and squeezed it lightly. “Can you at least forgive me for being such a douche?”

Without saying anything, I then wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him.

“You’re my favourite douche.” I said.

He hugged me back tightly and said. “Thank you, Y/N.”

Hugs everywhere. Hug me. Hihi.