naps on trains

A Long List of Ninjago Headcanons For the Heart and Soul

- Can’t stop dabbing
- Always warm or hot
- Hair is naturally spiked
- Swears all the time
- Terrified of Christmas elves and gingerbread men (kinda cannon)
- Hates getting in water because it messes up his hair (why he can’t swim)
- Like he always held Nya as a little kid and played with her 25/8
- Smells like a mix of cinnamon and a fireplace
- When he gets angry steam comes up from his head
- Sucks at giving advice
- Kids hate him
- Best subject is history
- He’s obsessed with Hamilton and recites every line at some point or another
- Is actually sweet af
- Doesn’t know when to stop. Ever.

- Picks up pennies on the streets during every mission
- Actually owns a fidget spinner
- Gets yelled at every time he pulls it out
- Smells like paint
- His room is always a f***king mess
- The shortest of everyone (except Nya)
- It makes him so angry
- Has the loudest, most obnoxious laugh
- And once he starts, he can’t stop.
- Lives for cuddles
- Has to cuddle someone or something to go to sleep
- Is literally allergic to everything
- Like in elementary school he was the kid that ruined special treats for everyone because he had so many allergies (poor bean)
- Is the one that gets sick all the time
- Best subject is math (especially algebra)
- Loooves kids and wants a few when he gets older

- Has a name for every cooking utensil in the kitchen and treats them like people
- Tries to treat them all equally
- Is literally a pianist
- Can basically play any piece without looking
- Smells like metal (wonder why) and laundry detergent
- Wins laser tag every time the ninja go play it
- Always uses ‘Delicate Flower’ for his name
- ‘Cause he loves dem flowers
- Heck, the bean loves everything
- Will sometimes randomly beep
- Things get a little turnt on the bounty
- Always comforts everyone when they need it
- Best subject is everything
- Is often nicknamed Tin man, Robocop, and Iron Man

- Is actually the best dancer on the face of the planet
- Does soft shoe around the bounty
- Also great at singing but is too self conscious to do it for anyone
- Knows and can recite parts of every broadway musical
- As a kid his father put him on a major diet for dancing and never let him have sweets (thus why he is so obsessed with cake and food period)
- Loves the taste of cough drops
- Smells like leather and french vanilla
- Everyone loved him in school
- Best subject is english (aye)
- Can’t stand fidget spinners (aye) and tries to get rid of Jay’s every time he sees it
- Everyone’s jealous of that perfect body of his
- Wants a partner that will truly understand and respect him
- The go-to for advice
- Has swearing contests with Kai

- Never really ate too much as a kid
- Loves soft things, so he owns a lot of soft clothing
- Has trouble catching up in learning
- Understands other people well and therefore knows how to treat them
- Hates savory foods
- Has headaches ALL THE TIME :,(
- Smells like cotton candy
- Shy at first but warms up really quick
- Feet are always cold
- So he wears socks. All. The. Time.
- Has a lot of 'friends’ that are girls but is too naive to realize they are all just crushing on him
- Loves taking him some naps
- When he’s not napping he’s probably training

- Usually tries to stay away from the guys because they’re so obnoxious
- Can’t stand swearing
- So she shuns Kai all the time
- Is literally done with everyone’s crap 25/8 (girl same)
- Very friendly and open to everyone but has trouble truly opening up to people
- Is hesitant on cuddling but will if necessary
- Obsessed with lipstick
- Like owns every shade imaginable
- Best subject is foreign language
- Is easily triggered by rude people
- Like she will separate herself from everyone when she’s upset
- Never really cries because she thinks it makes her look weak
- But when she does she will cuddle with Jay (aww)

💜Hope you all liked these! 💜
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My First Reunions!, Part 4
(Parts 1, 2, and 3)

Trains rides are excellent photo opportunities!  I was as excited as Mom on the way to my first P-rade and wanted to see everything outside my tiger-striped basket!  On the way home, I was starting to get sleepy so all I wanted were cuddles with Mom.  Mom’s hand is so comfy that I took a short nap—in a halo of evening light!


anonymous asked:

"You fell asleep on me in the subway and I should probably wake you up and its my stop next stop but it’s okay, I can always just catch the subway back…" if you have time!! :)

Dedicated to @biblionerd07!

– –

“Great job!” Bucky says, jogging to catch up to Steve Rogers as he leaves the office. “I thought those mock-ups were fantastic.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” Steve says, adjusting his scarf. It, along with his puffy coat, look like they’re about to swallow him. It’s adorable.

“And your presentation was super polished. I was really impressed. I’m in sales—”

“I know you’re in sales,” Steve says.

Bucky tries not to read in that. “Yeah! Good. I was just tryin’ to say that um, we don’t see a lot of presentations that’re that polished. It was really refreshin’.”

Somehow, despite the scarf and coat and his thick-framed glasses, Steve manages to level Bucky with a Look. “Thanks,” he says.

“So are you, uh, gettin’ the F train?” Bucky asks. “I’ve seen you on it a few times. I take it every day,” he adds, hoping it doesn’t come out as creepy. It probably came out as creepy.

He waits a long moment then says, “Yeah, I’ll be on the F train.”

Bucky nods and keeps walking, pretty sure that Steve just wants him to shut up and leave him alone.

Of course, the one time he actually has an excuse to talk to Steve and he’s already worn out his welcome.

After a minute or so, Steve sighs. “Sorry,” he says. “I’m being a jerk.”

“No, no!” Bucky says. “It’s not a big, I mean, I’m the one who…”

“I was up all night working on the presentation,” Steve says. “I haven’t slept all night, and I didn’t shower, so I’m pretty embarrassed to even be talking to you.” He sort of shrinks down into his scarf.

“Oh jeez,” Bucky says, as they start down the staircase to the train station.

“So I promise that I’m more of a person sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” Bucky asks, swiping his card and going through the turnstiles, still close behind Steve.

Steve shrugs. “I’m not a people person,” he says.

“Better than a lizard in a person suit,” Bucky says. Steve shoots him another Look, but this time he’s… smiling a little.

“I guess,” he says.

They walk to the platform, Bucky happily surprised that Steve is letting him tag along, even if they are just standing in silence. When the train pulls up Steve walks in, then looks back towards Bucky and gestures for him to follow. Trying to keep his smile from getting too wide, Bucky scurries after him.

There are a few open seats and Steve drops into one with a huff. Bucky sits next to him, unable to keep from feeling a bit smug. He’s on the train next to his crush. Doesn’t get a whole lot better than that. “Where’s your stop?” Bucky asks.

“Neptune Avenue,” Steve says. “You?”

“Prospect Park.”

“Not too far from each other, all things considered,” Steve says, yawning.

“Nope!” Bucky says. He waits a long minute and then says, wringing his hands, “Maybe if you’re not busy we could—“

He almost jumps when Steve’s head hits his shoulder.

Bucky looks down and Steve is out, snoring and adorable, glasses askew. Bucky smiles and settles in. There’s no harm in letting Steve get some rest, and Bucky is sure that he won’t sleep for that long. Bucky hasn’t been able to do so much as take a cat nap on the train.

But then one stop goes by, and another. The car gets increasingly crowded but Steve remains asleep, soft hair tickling the edge of Bucky’s jaw.

Bucky realizes that Steve’s going to sleep through his stop. Of course, Bucky would have to wake him up to get off at Prospect Park, but given how easily Steve conked out the first time, there’s a pretty good chance that he’d just fall back asleep.

Prospect Park comes and goes, and Bucky stays in the train.

It’s not hard to sit and wait for Steve’s stop. The crowd thins out and things get more comfortable, so it’s actually pleasant. A few minutes before Neptune Avenue Bucky maneuvers himself around so that he can tap Steve’s shoulder. “Steve?” he asks. Steve grumbles and sort of rubs his head into Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky chuckles. “C’mon buddy, your stop is comin’ up,” Bucky says.

“Oh!” Steve says, sort of popping up. He’s got lines on the side of his face from Bucky’s jacket, and his glasses are completely askew. He looks over at Bucky and squints. “I slept?” he asks.

“The whole way,” Bucky says.

Steve clears his throat. “Your stop was…”

Bucky shrugs. “I’ll call an Uber or somethin’.”

“I’m such a jerk,” Steve says as he adjusts his glasses.

“No, no! I just… You’re tired. I didn’t want you to fall asleep again and miss your stop.”

The tinny voice that announces the stop says they’re approaching Neptune Avenue.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Steve says. “Meet me after work tomorrow, okay?” Steve asks, standing up.

“Really?” Bucky asks.

“Definitely,” Steve says. “Maybe we can both get off at Prospect Park,” he adds with a little grin, then scampers off the train. Bucky watches him as the doors close, grinning as Steve turns around to wave him goodbye.

“Wow,” Bucky mutters. “Lucky me.”

Then he realizes that they’re on their way to Coney Island and he groans.

anonymous asked:

Imagine that Yuri K. is with Yuri P.'s cat, cuddling after a very long day of training, and Yuri P. doesn't know how to feel about it and he wants to be an ass but also doesn't??? Because now he can say Yuri K. is obviously a cat person, lol.

Cat Person

Yurio let out a sigh as he shut the door behind him.

After a long week of training, it was finally Thursday. Which meant tomorrow was Friday, and Friday was rest day. Rest day and cheat day. Fast food here he comes.

He let his bags drop to the ground before toeing off his shoes and making a beeline for the kitchen.

“Welcome home,” a voice called out from the lounge as he headed for the kitchen.

Oh yeah, he was also being forced to stay with the disgusting-love-couple while Yakov was in America with Mila. It wasn’t that bad of an arrangement, Potya got free roam of the house and Yuuri always had food and clean clothes ready for him.

“Oh, yeah, I’m home?” he replied with a frown, still not use to acknowledging that he was home.

“There is a salad in the fridge if you want to snack on it. I’ll be cooking some steak in a little bit for dinner,” Yuuri’s voice called out.

He headed straight for the fridge to collect the salad he was promised.

Once his snack was in hand, he headed into the lounge to see what Yuuri was up too.

“Yo, Katsudon-“ Yuri started, only to pause at the sight in front of him.

Yuuri was spread out on the couch with Makkachin curled up at his feet and Potya purring away on the Japanese man’s chest.

“Victor is pulling a few extra hours with Lilia at the rinks, so it will just be us for dinner,” Yuuri told him while staring at him without his glasses on.

“What is this?” he blurted out before he could stop himself. Yuuri started at him blankly for a moment before turning back to Potya.

The ragdoll started at Yuuri for a moment before letting out a meow before head-butting Yuuri’s chin.

“I don’t actually know,” Yuuri admitted hesitantly, “I decided to take a nap after training and woke up like this.”

Yuri stood there, munching on his salad while watching his cat cuddle up with his biggest rival.

“Didn’t know you were a cat person,” he said between mouthfuls.

“I like all animals,” Yuuri declared as Potya continued to nuzzle the older man’s chin.

A sudden idea came to him as he continued to watch Potya and Yuuri together.

“Say, Katsudon, smile.”


Yuri glanced up from his front door as the front door slammed open.

“No?” he questioned with an innocent look and a tilt of his head.

“How could you?” Victor demanded while dropping his bag to the ground – which landed right beside his own, reminding him that he need to move that before Yuuri got angry.

“Could I what?” he questioned, trying to hide just how smug he was.

He had gotten a lovely photo of Yuuri and Potya – okay more than one photo. He had gotten quite a few and had happily shared them with Yuuri’s future husband with the simple caption ‘Cat Person’.

“You-you-you-YOU CONVERTED MY HUSBAND!” Victor shouted while pointing an accusing finger at him.

“Firstly, you aren’t married yet,” he pointed out blankly, causing Victor’s glare to deepen.

“And second-“ he started, only to get cut off.

“WHY ARE WE SHOUTING!” Yuuri’s voice echoed from somewhere else in the apartment.

“I’M HOME!” Victor responded, his once accusing glare dissolving into a smitten smile.

“Welcome home,” Yuuri greeted as he appeared, cradling Potya to his chest.

Yuri watched in amusement as Victor’s mouth dropped open in shock as he stared at Yuuri with a cat cuddled in his arms.

After a moment of watching Victor gap, Yuuri raised an eyebrow and glanced towards him.

“What?” he questioned innocently.

“What did you do?” Yuuri questioned, causing him to shrug and turn back to his phone.

“Yurio,” Yuuri sighed but didn’t bother pressuring him on the topic.

Potya let out a meow, before leaving Yuuri’s arms and making her way to where she belonged. Right into his lap.

As much fun as it was to screw with Victor, he didn’t partially like Potya cuddling up to other people.

But he supposed he couldn’t blame Potya from cuddling up with Yuuri, the Japanese man looked like a great cuddle buddy and he would probably attempt to cuddle Yuuri if he was a cat too.

But he wasn’t, so he wasn’t about to give Yuuri the satisfaction of knowing that he seems like a wonderful cuddling buddy.

anonymous asked:

Made up fic title: 'So many miles before I sleep'

send me a made up fic title and i’ll write a fic for it

So many miles before I sleep

Yuuri sent:
I’m on my way!
Can’t wait to see you <3

You sent:
Safe travels, babe <3

Four hours.

Sometimes four hours would go by really fast. It’s almost an insignificant amount of time when you’re reading, watching a movie or, in Victor’s case, binge watching let’s plays on YouTube.

But other times four hours seemed to drag painstakingly slow

This was always the case when they were in their ways to see each other. Four hours felt like an eternity, one in which they would suffer in anticipation, barely focusing on anything else that didn’t involve Yuuri and being in his arms. 

Every other Friday, Victor would come visit him for the weekend. Every other Friday, Yuuri would travel to his city and spend the weekend at his place. This was how their relationship had gone for almost a year now.

And while it was nice to travel and spend the weekend together - doing things the other regularly did, going to different places together - it was always painful when they had to leave, travel back to their homes and carry on their lives apart for the rest of the week. 

But on the bright side, they knew they’d meet again the other weekend. It made their long weeks more bearable, and they’d usually skype at least once a week. 

So on that weekend, Yuuri was coming to see him, taking the first train to St. Petersburg as soon as he was done with his classes. Victor could barely think of anything else since Thursday night - it was all Yuuri, about how wonderful it would be to pick him up at the station, kiss those lips he’d missed so much, smell his familiar scent that had worn out from his bedding. Wednesday night he was already planning what they’d do on the weekend, which places he’d take Yuuri to and what movies they would watch on their lazy Saturday night. 

But, to be fair, Victor was always thinking about him. It just happened that when the weekend was getting closer his thoughts got harder and harder to pull away from his love and life.

Four hours. If Victor could, he’d rush to meet Yuuri halfway so they wouldn’t have to wait. 

Yuuri sent:
I miss you so much.
And Makkachin, of course! Will he come too?

You sent:
Of course! He misses you almost as much as I do (*´♡`*)
You sent an attachment
Makkachin told me I should get some wine for us tonight~

Yuuri sent:
Vitya!!!! omg that’s so cute
Can this train go any faster? I have a poodle to pet and a boyfriend to kiss????

You sent:
Yuuri!!!! (^)~
I’ll just set things up around home and head to the station!

Yuuri sent:
lmao omg Vitya my sunshine it’s too early to leave
And it’s snowing. Cuddle Makkachin and maybe… keep the bed warm for us? ;)

You sent:
But baaaaaaaaaabyyyyyyyyy (◕︿◕✿)
Alright… I guess I have no other alternative.

Yuuri sent:
Kinda sucks that it takes so long.
I’ll try my best not to sleep on the train so we can cuddle to sleep once I’m there <3

You sent:
Have I mentioned I got a new duvet? It’s so fluffy!!
If you nap on the train you’ll be missing out on the most comfortable bed to ever exist in St. Petersburg ;)

Yuuri sent:
Every bed is the most comfortable bed if you’re there to sleep with me, Vitya.
… baby are you there?

You sent:
You can’t just send me those things and expect me to be alright, babe. I dropped my phone to cry a little because that was so cute ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

Yuuri sent:
Fuck, I just miss you SO MUCH

You sent:
Get here already!!! (っ◞‸◟c)

And when Yuuri arrived at the station he was always welcomed by Victor’s loving embrace and Makkachin’s happy barks, followed by his boyfriend’s excited stream of questions about his day and blabbered comments on his suggestions for their time together. The best part, however, was getting to Victor’s apartment, shedding his clothes, taking a hot shower and slipping into bed to sleep in his arms.

It was better than coming home. Or rather, this was coming home.

anonymous asked:

whenever you have the time could you maybe write some nico and will fluff while in the middle of a camp half blood food fight?


Will didn’t really know who started it. It all kind of just happened at once and now the Hermes cabin was trying to steal the Hypnos cabin’s table to make a larger barricade while the Hypnos kids miraculously slept through the mini war. The Athena kids could be heard muttering strategies for making the most of the food that was landing on the floor that could be reused, such as the apples and oranges. Will’s own cabin seemed to be in the thick of the food fight, Kayla and Austin yelling orders to their younger siblings about who to hit and who to avoid. Will silently rolled his eyes at the entire seen before him. He was sure that he was going to get several kids in the infirmary later with bruises and allergic reactions.

Leave it to the Nike kids to start a food fight in the middle of dinner.

Will wondered how long it was going to take before Chiron showed up and made everyone clean up.

“What, exactly, are you doing hiding under my table?” Will looked up at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice and smiled. He hadn’t really meant to worm his way under the Hades table, but he wanted to avoid the flying food and it was the first ignored table he could find.

“Hey,” Will’s smile widened when Nico squeezed his way under the table next to Will to avoid a flying spoonful of mashed potatoes. “It was the first table I saw when the food started flying. People generally leave your table alone, so I thought it would be safe.”

“Who started throwing food?” Nico must have come into dinner after the fight started. Will had noticed his boyfriend’s absence when he had sat down for dinner and the seat beside him was empty, but he didn’t notice Nico come in after the fight had already started.

“One of the Nike kids,” Will shrugged, pulling his knees up to his chest to allow for more room for Nico. “I’m not really sure which one.” Nico hummed in acknowledgement and Will scooted closer to Nico. “Did you sleep in late again? Is that why you were late for dinner?” Nico liked to take naps after his afternoon trainings and before dinner, and sometimes he was more tired than he realized and Will ended up having to take him dinner. Not that Will minded the two of them eating alone in the Hades cabin.

An apple thudded on the top of the table that they were hiding under and Nico glanced up at the underside of the table thoughtfully. “Yeah,” he finally answered after several minutes of them listening to the fight go on around them. “I was actually going to ask if you wanted to bring dinner out to the woods with me. The bugs aren’t too bad tonight.”

Will grinned at Nico’s suggestion. “Beats staying in here and getting pelted in the face with chicken pot pie.” Nico smiled for a moment before looking horrified.

“Is that what that brown and green stuff was?” At Will’s nod he continued. “There was bits of orange in it too and I thought maybe someone threw up. Good to know it was only dinner that hadn’t been digested yet.” Will chuckled quietly before leaning over and placing a soft kiss on Nico’s cheek. It surprised Nico and made him still for a moment before looking at Will curiously.

“Whoever makes it out of here with the least amount of food on them gets dibs on the movie we watch tonight.” Will grinned again before Nico melted into the shadow the table cast on the ground. “Hey!” Will called into the air, “that’s cheating!”

Will won by default and they watched a Disney movie

train to busan was sooooo good… minus two unnecessary deaths. it did remind me of world war z a bit but in a good way. 

naepoohxd  asked:

Can I request a Derek hale imagine where your one of his betas and he likes you but you think he is in love with Erica?

Thanks for requesting!

Readers POV

“Again.” My alpha Derek Hale grunted. We were all training today, trying to take down Derek and being ‘unpredictable’. Isaac was thrown to the ground once again. Erica tried taking a different approach as she jumped onto Derek, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him. Normally that wouldn’t bother me but I sorta kinda have a crush on my alpha. Okay I have a gigantic crush on my alpha. The part that really stung was that Derek actually kissed her back for a moment and then pushed her off of him.

“That’s the last time you do that.” Derek said to her. Maybe they were dating in secret and he was trying to cover it up. I could no longer just stand there with them both in the room, so I got up and grabbed my stuff.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“I’m done for today.” I replied back and walked out.

The Next Day

I was sitting at home when my phone buzzed, alerting me of a new notification. I picked up my phone and looked at it. It was a text from Derek.

Derek- Training today at 3.

I rolled my eyes. I am definitely not going to training today. Would Derek be pissed? Probably. Do I care? Nope. I laid on my bed and closed my eyes. A nap sounds much better than training. So I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Four Hours Later

“Y/N, wake up…Y/N!” I groaned and rolled over to see who so rudely interrupted me from my sleep. It was Derek.

“Ugh, go away.” I groaned and closed my eyes again. I felt a hand wrap around my ankle and I was pulled to the ground. I fell on my butt with an umph.

Hey! What was that for?!“ I asked him angrily.

"Why did you skip training?” He asked me, ignoring my question.

“Maybe I just didn’t feel like going.” I said and crossed my arms childishly.

“You’re going to start acting up at a time like this?! There are hunters and a kanima out to get us, Y/N. You better be at the next training session.” I stood back up and glared at him.

“Why do you care so much? Shouldn’t you be with Erica right now anyways?”

“Erica? Why would I be with her?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Derek. You guys are secretly dating aren’t you?!” Derek raised his eyebrows with an amused expression before cupping my cheeks and kissing me softly before pulling away.

“I am NOT secretly dating, Erica. Why would I be with her when I like you.” I stood there completely shocked.

“Y-Y-You like me?” He smiled and kissed me again.

“Does that answer your question?” I tapped my chin playfully.

“I’m not sure. You better kiss me again just to be safe.” He chuckled at me before bringing me in for another kiss. We both pulled away to gain our breath back.

“I like you too, Derek.”

The Bigs are back at school, the Beast went camping for the weekend, so Mr Birdy and I spent the weekend in Manhattan.

Lessons learned:

Take the watermelon garnish off of the glass before drinking that margarita.

The yellow ones really *don’t* stop.

Planetariums are cool no matter how old you are.

If I lived there I’d be broke–the food is so good and they have clothes you never find in Connecticut.


20 miles. Done. Second to last long run before the marathon. The weather was perfect, low 50s to about 60, we survived (contrary to the face my training partner is making), and I got to pet a dog and get bagels after. I’m still standing. Every long run makes this marathon feel a little more achievable.

We also ran the second half faster than the first, which felt like a really huge achievement, especially for our longest run ever.

Now for a bath and more bagels. 😍