my room ugh

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Like if you want to work/study in here!

Tbh, when I looked at her room and then looked back at my room, ugh “I think I need to clean my room.”

I mean am I the only one?

(source: @marzena.marideko via Instagram)

*I do not own any of these pictures. All rights go to respective owners/creators.*

holmes interacts with irene for a grand total of… maybe an hour? he helps her marry her husband, and he rests in her sitting room for a few minutes

that’s it. that’s the entirety of their “relationship”

and yet somehow, here we are, with 126 years’ worth of he loves her he loves her he loves her!

jane sloan is the ultimate bff cause you can tell her you like girls and she’ll still get undressed/change in front of you without a second thought and won’t make any off hand comments that make you feel weird about your sexuality or like you’re being predatory and making her uncomfortable anyway guys watch the bold type

TRYING NEW TABLET AND SKETCHING REAL QUICK

You Don't Say (Mike Faist X Reader)

WC: 2227

Warnings: Kinda angst, fluff, Will Roland sorta plays Cupid

Summary: An innocent lunch meet up between Will and Y/N sends a lovestruck Mike into a mildly jealous fury.

Tags: @lildipstick @bellasabb

A/N: This was requested by an anon who wanted Mike and the reader crushing on each other and being super oblivious, and Mike flipping out when another guy hits on her. This is a little different, but I hope you enjoy it none the less.

“Yo! Y/L/N!” Mike called as he walked into my dressing room, earning a glare from me. “Someone’s excited.” Mike muttered and I rolled my eyes, walking up to him and takin a cup from the tray he carried.

“Why does mine have a heart on it?” I questioned, looking intently at the paper cup. “I got it requested, just for you.” Mike said, winking at me.

I shook my head gently, taking a sip from the coffee. “You’re such a nerd.” I muttered and Mike smiled brightly. “You know you love it.” He said, smirking at me.

“Whatever.” I said, smiling at Mike from behind my cup. “So, I have a proposition for you, Y/N/N.” Mike said and I put my cup down, glaring at him.
“I thought I told you not to call me that, Michael.” I said and Mike rolled his eyes.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to come out with me after tonight’s show? I know a great little bar just down the road from here.” Mike said, draping himself across my couch.

“Why the hell not? I enjoy your company, Faist.” I said and Mike smiled, pulling me into a quick hug. “Awesome. Come find me after the show, Y/L/N.” Mike said, winking at me as he left my dressing room.

“Love you Y/N!” Mike called out as he walked down the hall, and I felt a heat rise in my cheeks. “Right back at ya Mike!” I shouted, sticking my head out of my dressing room door.

“Ugh, get a room you two.” Olivia said as she walked past and I scowled at her. “Shut up Liv.” I said, and she laughed to herself. “I’m serious. You two are so in love with each other.” Olivia retorted, and I felt my cheeks flush pink.

Olivia gasped dramatically and poked my cheek. “She’s blushing, ladies and gentlemen. That can only mean one thing! She’s in love!” Olivia said, in a very over the top commentator voice.

“Sometimes I question why we’re friends, Puckett.” I said and Olivia pouted, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. “Whatever. Seeing as I’m going on for Kris, you’ll go on for Laura. You cool with that?” Liv said and I nodded, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Awesome. I’ll leave you alone, but a word of advice. Ask Mike out. The boy adores you, Y/N.” Liv said and I felt my cheeks burn as I shoved her out of my dressing room.

My phone buzzed and I picked it up, chuckling at the message that illuminated my phone screen.

From: Mikey 😉

Hey Y/L/N. Meet me outside my dressing room at 9:45. We can head off from there. Also, don’t pull an MLB and wear your mic belt out.

I shook my head, remembering when Michael had left home with his mic belt still on. “Y/N! Hey girl!” Will called and I rolled my eyes, gesturing for him to come in.

“What do you want, Roland?” I said and Will fake pouted. “I’m truly hurt, Y/N. Anyway, I was wondering if you, uh, maybe wanted to go grab something to eat?” Will asked, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Sure. Is anyone else coming?” I asked and Will tentatively shook his head. I felt my cheeks heat up a little but I smiled at him. “I’d love to. You got anywhere in mind?” I asked, standing up from my couch.

“I know this little deli that makes a mean Rueben.” Will said and I chuckled, grabbing my jacket and closing my dressing room door behind me.

“You know I love a good Rueben.” I said and Will laughed, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. “So, I heard that you’re going on for Laura tonight. You nervous?” Will said, and I smiled to myself.

“A little. I’ve always gone on for Kris, so I’m comfortable as Alana. Also, I’ve got plenty of scenes with you when I’m playing Alana, which just makes my night.” I said and Will’s cheeks flushed pink at my comment.

“Thanks.” Will said, giving me a half smile. I returned it and walked a little closer to him, the early October winds crisp. “You cold?” Will asked and I nodded, shivering a little.

“Here. Take this.” Will said, taking off his scarf and handing it to me. “I don’t want you getting cold.” I said, shoving the scarf back in Will’s direction. “Just wear it Y/N.” Will said, a determined look on his face.
“Ok, ok.” I muttered, draping the scarf around my shoulders. It did warm me up, and it smelled like Will. I paused, my eyes widening as I began to process what was happening.

Taking me to this obscure little deli for my favourite sandwich, giving me his scarf, the constant blush on his face. Oh my god, this is a date. At least, he thinks it is.

“Here we are!” Will’s voice interrupted my thoughts, and I mustered up a smile as we walked through the door. The deli was small and homey, in a way, and the decor made it look like something straight out of the 50’s.

“You really do know how to choose a restaurant, Roland.” I said, shrugging off my coat and Will’s scarf and draping them over the back of a chair.

“Thanks. I’ve been in here a few times before, and I thought you’d like it.” Will said and I nodded, smiling widely at him. “I take it you’ll want a Rueben.” Will said, looking at me with a smirk.

“You know me too well. Also, you’ve kinda talked up this deli, so.” I said and Will laughed, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. “I guess so.” Will flagged down a waiter and ordered two Reuben sandwiches, a caramel latte and a hot chocolate.

“Hey. Can I ask you something?” I said bravely and Will nodded, resting an elbow on the table. “Is this, uh, is this a date?” I asked, stammering slightly. Will’s eyes widened and I suddenly felt very nervous.

“You thought this was a date?” Will said and I nodded slowly, hoping I hadn’t just ruined our friendship. “I haven’t been on many dates, but you gave me your scarf and you brought me to this out of the way place. Not to mention it’s just the two of us.” I rambled, waving my hands about awkwardly.

Will chuckled, looking at me with raised eyebrows. “I’m sorry if you thought this was a date. I just wanted to treat you to a little something before tonight’s performance. You looked a little nervous.” Will said and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Oh thank god. I just didn’t want to jeopardise our friendship, or.” I said and Will waved his hands about, a smirk on his face. “Also, you’re so in love with Mike it isn’t funny. Oh, don’t look surprised. Everyone knows.” Will said, picking up on my shocked expression.
“Even though I’m quite annoyed right now, those sandwiches look delicious.” I said, pointing to the waiter who was carrying a tray with our food and drinks on it. We got our order, and I swear it was the best sandwich I have ever had.

“I shouldn’t have doubted you for a second. This is an incredible sandwich.” I said, my mouth half full of food. Will snorted and I glared at him. “I told you it was the best.” Will retorted, a smug look on his face.

We finished our food and paid the bill (Will paid, just to spite my whole date idea), and began the walk back to the theatre. We chatted about random things the whole way back, and before we knew it we’d arrived.

“Thanks for that. I had a great time.” I said, handing Will his scarf back. “It was no problem treating my favourite gal to something nice.” Will said and I rolled my eyes, punching his shoulder.

“Whatever Roland.” I said, pulling him into a brief hug. I suddenly heard something drop, and I broke the embrace swiftly. “You should probably check that out.” Will said, kissing my forehead briefly.

I waved goodbye before turning to see where the sound had come from. I noticed a discarded box on the floor, and picked it up to see that there was a tag with my name on it.

In that crazy, loopy handwriting I loved so much it read “To Y/N. Happy kinda debut as Zoe! Love, Mike.” I cursed internally and picked up the box, rushing to my dressing room and setting it down on my bench.

“Mike! Mike!” I called, hoping he’d respond. When I didn’t get a reply I took in a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I went to his dressing room and knocked hesitantly on the door.

I didn’t get a reply, but I wasn’t ready to give up just yet. “Michael Faist. Open the goddamn door!” I said, banging on it with my fist.

I stepped away when I heard the doorknob creak, and took in a deep breath. “Come in.” Mike muttered, a defeated look on his face.

I walked in, the familiar room suddenly feeling alien to me. “Do you want something, Y/N? Shouldn’t you be off with Will?” Mike muttered, a dark look on his features.

“I just wanted to check in. You looked pretty upset before.” I said gently and Mike chuckled darkly, shaking his long hair out of his face.

“Well, I’m all good now, and clearly you’re perfectly fine.” Mike said and I looked at him strangely, frowning slightly. “What do you mean, Mike?” I asked and Mike shook his head.

“I’m surprised you don’t know. Why don’t you go ask Will?” Mike spat, his words full of a venom I’d never heard him use before.

“What the hell are you on about?” I said, my voice increasing in volume. “You and Will! You two are just the epitome of happiness, aren’t you?” Mike shouted, his hands flying about frantically.

“Will and I aren’t dating, Mike!” I shouted, and even though it was the truth, Mike clearly didn’t believe it.

“You can say that, but I saw you two all cozied up in the foyer. You were wearing his scarf, and you just looked… happy. A happiness I hadn’t seen before.” Mike said, his voice softening towards the end of the sentence.

“Mike, listen to me. Will and I aren’t dating. We just got lunch together, as friends. Friends do that sometimes.” I said and Mike looked at me, hope glimmering in his eyes.

A silence settled over the room, and I awkwardly shifted, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. “Y/N.” Mike whispered, and I looked up to see him standing almost directly in front of me.

I felt my cheeks heat up and my heart started pounding, Mike’s breath fanning over my face. “Yes?” I said, my hands shaking a little. Mike didn’t respond, and I suddenly felt disappointed.

That disappointment ceased when I felt Mike’s lips on mine, a sudden feeling of euphoria washing over me. I snaked my arms around his waist, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Mike’s hands cupped my face, and his slightly calloused fingers caressed my cheeks. His lips were soft, and they fit against mine perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle.

The kiss finished as soon as it had begun, and I immediately missed the feeling of Mike’s lips on mine. “I may have overreacted, in hindsight.” Mike said and I laughed softly, resting my forehead against his.

Mike’s hands left my face, and he situated them around my neck. “You don’t say.” I replied, holding Mike’s waist gently.

“Either way, I think we can safely say that you and Will aren’t dating.” Mike said and I nodded, bringing him into another kiss. Before anything could heat up, we were interrupted by applause from the doorway.

We broke apart, and I turned to see Will leaning against the doorframe, a wide smile on his face. “I heard shouting, so I thought I’d check up on you two. Clearly, I shouldn’t have worried.” Will said, gesturing to us with his hand.

“Well, I guess we kinda have you to thank for this.” I said and Will looked at me quizzically. “Mike, I have found out, is the jealous type.” I said and Mike’s cheeks went bright red as Will’s jaw dropped.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll just say you’re welcome.” Will said, winking at us. I chuckled, and I felt Mike slip his arm around my waist.

“Thanks, I guess.” Mike said and I chuckled, pecking his burning cheek. “Ok, that’s my cue to leave. See you guys later!” Will said, his voice trailing off down the hall.

“You should go.” Mike said, gesturing in the direction of my dressing room with his head. “Yeah. I’ll see you very soon.” I said, chastely pressing my lips to Mike’s.

“Bye Y/N.” Mike said, reluctantly letting go of me. I blew him a kiss as I walked away, a dumb smile plastered on my face. “Bye Mike.” I muttered to myself, feeling happier and lighter than ever before.

Bickering - [BTS] Taehyung!Au


[A/N] Some people are just born to annoy the fuck out of you.

Taehyung rolled to his side and a scent of flowery goodness shot up his nose and by then, he’d already knew that something was up.


He widens his eyes to the view next to him and ran out the door. Namjoon who was outside, down the hallway was mixing himself some protein shake, nonchalantly glancing at Taehyung who drilled himself to the wall, breathing heavily as if he had just seen a ghost. “You’re up,” Namjoon greeted Taehyung, passing the coffee mug to Seokjin who was rubbing his eyes sleepily on the dining table.


“Didn’t I tell you not to give her my clothes?” Taehyung looks straight down to Namjoon’s feet, his voice gradually increase. “She was shivering. She was all wet from the rain, I grabbed the first I saw out of the dryer… she’s alive because of that.” Seokjin happily sips on the warm coffee given by Namjoon.


“She’s all trembling. Shaking from the cold.” Namjoon turns on to watch morning news. “Move, sucker.” You pushed him as you lazily dragged your feet down the hall to the kitchen. “Take. It. Off.” Taehyung growled at your back. “Take my shirt off from your filthy skin!” Taehyung roared. To which you replied in the same tone as his, loud and screeching, “My clothes aren’t dry yet!”


“I don’t care. I want my shirt back! Give it!”
“Don’t touch me! You pervert!”
“You’re the one who was wearing people’s cloth, pervert!”


“Where are you touching me! Someone call 911!”
“Good. Now I can report theft in my own house!”
“Theft? This was given for free from my yard sale. This shirt technically belonged to me first!”


“I. Never. Buy. Anything. From. Yard. Sale! It’s Gucci plain whites! Beach!”
“Your spending has gone a bit too far now. You pay so much for a white Tee? My annual allowances cost as much as this Tee!”


Seokjin sighed from the dining table. Namjoon sighed from watching the TV. Yoongi sighed in the toilet reading newspapers. Jungkook sighed from Busan. Hoseok sighed from the convenient store downstairs. And Jimin sighed underwater.


This always happens when you two meet. It’s like a welcoming routine. Only, this routine continues since the first day you met each other. And hasn’t end since. Sometimes Seokjin wandered what will happen if that day finally comes. The day you both stopped fighting. For good.


But then he shakes it away because that would be too scary to even imagine.
You’re screaming at Taehyung. Him, doing the same thing. All this screaming has become something so common. “Don’t wash your dishes when I’m trying to wash mine!” Taehyung hissed at you, and you shot, “Then wash it faster! You’re taking forever… move!”


“Ah hyung~! She is bullying me again!”
“Did not!”
“Did to!”


Yoongi was about to swing a bat to both of you only to be stopped by Jimin who got home just two hours ago. And just when they thought the arguments is going to get worse, you blurted angrily,


“Kim Taehyung!”


And like a magic spell, Taehyung froze. He literally froze.


Your lips were moving but Taehyung couldn’t hear a word you say. He could only listen to his own breathing, stabilizing. His eyes turning into tunnel vision and the view focuses to only you. “Why are you always angry at me?” You blinked away, passing his shoulder as you walked away.


“Because he is in love with you and he doesn’t know what to do about it.” Seokjin muttered under his breath, barely heard. Namjoon plopped himself on the couch playing Nintendo, “Poor boy didn’t even know what’s happening to him.” Jimin shakes his head, “Idiot.”


“Don’t you dare wear my clothes again! It’s making me feel weird!” He rushed after you. “Get out of my room!”


“Ugh you make me so mad! Why can’t you disappear?” You growled.
“You disappear! I can’t even use this cloth anymore.” He pinched the shirt you wore and threw it in the dustbin before showing you the fingers he used to hold it, “Now I just have to cut this two off.”


“Fine I will cut them off for you!” You reached a pair scissors and everyone in the house starts holding you two away from each other. “I can’t live like this…” Jungkook ruffled his hair as he lazily dragged his body to the chaotic scene unfolding in the middle of the house.


Jungkook screamed. A very long set of frustrated scream that eventually gave him the attention.


“Everyone shut up!”


You had your fingers pulling Taehyung’s hair and Taehyung is holding your shoulder while Namjoon and Seokjin was on the opposite site of each other, one holding Taehyung back, Seokjin holding you. Jimin is at your ankles and Yoongi had his arms around Taehyung’s neck.


“When will you guys grow up! You guys are obviously made for each other. Stop fighting. You’ll end up together.”


Silence.


“I’m going to kill him.” You breathed, wiping your hair back.
“Me first,” Taehyung hissed, heading straight to Jungkook.
At least, there’s one thing you both do agree on.


Jungkook should shut up.  Is this the start of a chaotic relationship?
Heck yeah.

kelkat9  asked:

Nine/Rose AU King Theta of Gallifrey was straightening the bow tie of his tux as he waited for his official escort. He'd tired of the endless line of would be queens and asked his assistant, Jack, to pick a girl with no royal ambitions. He was informed his companion for the ball was a career minded young lady by the name of Rose Tyler.

“Stop fussing with it!” His sister hissed as his hands reached up towards his neck once more. “It’s fine!”

“You know I don’t like bowties, Donna!” He whined. “Reminds me of all those awful functions we had to go to when we were younger, and the suit I had to wear at the funeral. I don’t know why I can’t wear a tie…”

She crossed her arms. “Because the even has always been black tie and you’re not changing that no matter how much you hate the neck wear. Now stop fiddling with it, I think your companion has arrived.”

The Doctor, named so after a childhood rebellion when he threatened to run away from the family and become a healer, reluctantly turned to see Jack leading over a blonde dressed in a dark blue dress that matched the embroidery on his vest. The dress was simple but elegant, allowing room for movement, and the scarf that heralded her as a member of the inventor’s guild was lopsided, as if she had been toying with it. He forced a smile when Jack escorted her closer. “Lady Rose. A pleasure to meet you.”

Rose smiled slightly. “Your majesty. I want to warn you in advance that I have to leave early. I have a former engagement that I’ve been planning for ten years.”

He blinked, but offered her his arm. “If you insist.”

The trumpets sounded out the fanfare, and he and Rose both grimaced at the noise. It was yet another tradition that he found tiresome, stuck in the past with a world changing rapidly around them.

Rose moved gracefully to the ballroom floor, since they had the first dance. “So, Miss Tyler,” he asked as the song started. “What is it that you do?”

“Besides babysit my brother free of charge?” She grinned. “I help my father out at his guild. I’m currently in team management.”

The Doctor blinked, finding his initial opinions of her shifting. “What’s that about, then?”

She shrugged. “Make sure everyone is on time with their projects, help out if needed, be a liason between the groups and the higher management. Sounds like there’s a lot of paperwork, but I actually get to help out on the projects a lot.”

“Your father’s guild is one of the best in the country,” he grinned. “And I’m sure that is partly thanks to you.”

Rose grinned. “Well, I help where I can. So what about you, Sire? What are your hobbies?”

He considered. “Star gazing, travelling, basically anything that gets me out of the castle,” he admitted. “Many people disapprove of how hands-on my reign has been, but they’re all old fogies who need to get their heads out of the sand.”

“Tell me about it,” she grumbled. “One matron dared to suggest that I wear a veil, as proper of a woman of my standing.” Rose tossed her head defiantly. “That accessory went out of style in all the neighboring countries at least a century ago, and don’t get me started on all the regulations I’ve had to find loop holes to in order to get some of the projects approved. Gallifrey is too mired in tradition in my opinon. Er, no offense,” she added, hastily.

The Doctor stared at her in astonishment, then beamed. “Rose Tyler, I think you’re exactly what I’m looking for,” He exclaimed.

“I am?”

“I’ve been looking for a consultant to get rid of some of the old laws, and you, my dear, are the perfect candidate. Want to help me Operation Bad Wolf?”

She grinned. “On one condition.”

“Yes?”

“You join me in watching the Medusa Cascade tonight.”

He laughed, delighted. “The meteor shower? I would be honored. I was planning on having a peek at it myself.”

They stopped dancing as the song came to an end. “Well, your majesty,” Rose said, her tongue peeking out between her teeth, “I accept your generous proposal.”