no but really this is what i wake up to

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BTS Reaction: Waking up to their soulmate countdown being 0:00 and finding out their S/O has died

 Backstory for Prompt: It was the beginning of the day. The sun was shining, the day seemed to gleam of love. He woke up with joy in his eyes since today is going to be a special day. He looked down at his wrist, seeing the soulmate countdown at 5 minutes. Hurrying to get dressed, he decided to head to his favorite coffee shop down the street. Noticing the time getting shorter and shorter made his heart race. 1 minute left. He stopped at a street light, waiting for the cars to pass. His eyes wandered across the street, immediately feeling a pulling sensation as he laid his eyes on a girl, you. As soon as both of your eyes met, it was as if you two were in a trance. The post to walk finally blinked on. You quickly stepped into the street, not wanting to wait any longer to finally meet your soulmate. Except, there was a honking sound and you barely had time to react before your whole world turned black.

Rap monster/Namjoon: He wouldn’t believe what had just happened. He woke up thinking his life would be complete with you in it, and the next, he’s crouching down your lifeless body, tears rolling down his face. He knew nothing about you, but even as the paramedics took you, he thought you were the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. He would go to the hospital where you were at, just to see if a miracle were to happen and you’d wake up. After this experience, he wouldn’t try looking for a relationship and just solely focus on his music. His thoughts wandering to you sometimes, wondering what would have happened if you were still here.

“I’ll work hard for you. Until then, just wait for me.”

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Jin: He’d immediately scream and run towards you. He’d be screaming for someone to call the ambulance, that his soulmate was dying. He hoped that you would just open your eyes and laugh everything off. He didn’t even get to have a life with you. Jin would be so saddened, it would take him awhile to get over the fact that he’d never be able to get to know you nor call you his.

“I don’t even know you, but I know that I’ll love you forever.”

Suga/Yoongi: He wouldn’t react at first. It would take him a couple of seconds before he could even wrap the situation around his head. He slowly walked over to the crowd circling you. He managed to get to the front and kneel down in front of you. He stared at you face for a few seconds before reaching a hand out and slowly swept back your hair in order to see your face clearly. His heart jumped in his throat looking at you. You were the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. Yoongi slowly went back to the dorms when they took you in the ambulance. He didn’t tell anyone what happened, but they could tell something was wrong. He waited until the night to finally cry, finally wallow in sadness that the love of his life was gone.

“I’ll miss you. I’ll never forget you. I’ll be strong for you.”

J Hope/Hoseok: Like Jin, he would scream and immediately crouch over your lifeless body. He’d be a crying mess and may ever hyperventilate. He wouldn’t want to let go of you even when the paramedics came. He’d ride along the ambulance with you, wanting to know if there was even a chance of you surviving. Once it you were pronounced dead, Hoseok cried even more. He wouldn’t be able to function and someone would have to call one of his hyung to pick him up and take care of him.

“Please don’t leave me. You can’t leave.”

Jimin: He would be really scared at first. He wouldn’t know what to think. You were his soulmate, you were supposed to be with him for the rest of his life. He would call Taehyung, his voice cracking as realization crept up on him. He’d slowly go closer to you, but would stand a little far away. He’d wait for Taehyung to come before his body just stopped running. He fell to the ground and started crying. He wouldn’t be able to stop even after Taehyung eventually brought him back home.

“Why is she gone? I saw her Tae, I saw her! And now she’s gone! She was mine…”

V/Taehyung: His first feeling was anger. He quickly went over to the person behind the car and started yelling at him. He just couldn’t believe that this person took the love of his life away. You didn’t deserve to die over this bastard’s actions. His next reaction would be to cry and breakdown. He’d kneel next to you, holding onto your hand, and muttering sweet nothings to you, hoping that you would hear it.

“My sweet angel. Why did you have to leave so soon?”

Jungkook: Jungkook would be shocked. He’d lose feeling in his legs as h e just dropped to the ground. Tears would just be streaming down his face as he saw people crowd around you. He saw the paramedics come and take you inside the ambulance. He saw your face once more. You looked so calm and peaceful. Jungkook stayed where he was at for a long while, many people giving him strange looks as to why a random boy was just on the ground. It’d be a couple hours before his legs finally decided to walk back to the dorms. His hyungs would immediately ask what happened once they saw his tear-stricken face.This would induce more sobbing as he held up his wrist to them.

“I lost her. She was there, and now she’s gone.”


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Official Prompt:  BTS reaction to them waking up to their soulmate countdown being 00:00:00 only to find out that they soulmate has died.

For Anon, Hope you like it, and everyone else! At first I really didn’t know how to start this, but I think the backstory really helps! Don’t be afraid to request a reaction, scenario, or text! Just be sure to check out the FAQ first to read the rules and see if requests are open!

jarringjadeishere  asked:

Hi!!! Me and @kill-it-with-an-x-burner love Huspy so much~ 💜 Huspy gives us life! (Kit Burner says she would want a Huspy plush toy)

What a wonderful message to wake up to! thank you so much!! it means the world to me when someone else says they like Huspy, my pride and joy! Initially, in the process of making the short, I really wanted to commission someone to make a huspy plush but alas my funds as a college student cant handle it ^^; but you know, maybe someday!

I really want to publish my short film so everyone can see more of huspy! but I guess, for now, I can show you guys a private link to the whole thing ( = u = )

danudaine  asked:

I have another hc that Hanzo is really embarrassed by the fact he has nightmares that leave him sweaty, shaking, and awake in the middle of the night. Especially after he starts to make peace with Genji. He feels even worse when he starts sleeping with Jesse and waking the man up, but Jesse has never once been mad about it. "What, Darlin', you think you're the only one with a bad past?" Jesse asks, but is always gentle with Hanzo, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a kiss to his face.

God I agree 100% with this one. I’m like 99% sure that both have some form of depression and PTSD from everything that happened so it alternates between literally no sleep at all or sleep with nightmares in it and both of them just comforting each other is pure and good and is the best headcanon.

When neither can sleep they spend their nights binge watching cringy shows and making fun of them or just chilling with each other

I may or may not have a headcanon that Jesse likes braiding Hanzo’s hair 👀

A meditation on how Saito exists in the Meiji era while never letting go of what really matters. Written as an intro post for a writing thing I got going on with my friend.


Miburo in Meiji Clothing

Right before the breaking of dawn…before the first rays of sunlight spill across the horizon, his eyes squeeze and slowly open to a room shrouded in darkness.

It’s habitual, instinctual: just another day beginning with the same sharp breath that always fills his lungs.

His toes point and his body lengthens in a stretch, a moment more of comfort before his palm braces against the mattress and he pushes himself into a sitting position. The cover slips from his bare chest, puddling at his lap and he, a true creature of habit, immediately reaches for the nearby pack of cigarettes. …Half empty already, his sleep-addled mind notes; well, it is what it is. He slips one stick between his lips. A match strikes against the rough edge of the box, casting a dim glow of gold long enough only to light up, and then falls extinguished into a circular tray.

The first drag is always the best in the morning for some reason. His eyes close once more while his free hand rises to massage out neck and shoulder stiffness. And like this, Saito remains, as clarity begins to seep through the heavy haze instilled by sleep.

Outside, birds chirp and tweet but in here, there’s only silence. He finds this satisfactory. Quiet is comforting–he nods as he continues working the back of his neck–and so is order.

There’s one futon in this neatly maintained bedroom and in the corner, today’s attire already laid out. Saito takes another draw before his lashes part for good and he wastes no more time to pivot into seiza on the tatami. The corners of the cover meet as he folds them over, aligning each blanket edge perfectly and following the discipline with his futon. These items and his pillow are methodically stored off to the side.

Ashes flick into the tray. The shoji is pushed aside and he steps into slippers, walking without dragging his feet down the dark hall. He makes his ablutions and skips the kitchen upon returning, the spent cigarette put out in a different place somewhere along the trip.

There’s a specific routine when it comes to donning his uniform. Blue trousers first, then the black undershirt tucked in neatly and secured with a belt. Next, the blue jacket and its buttons done from bottom to top. After, white socks and white gloves. Barring the polished shoes that wait near the front door along with his hat, the final essentials are applied to his person in the bedroom; the sword is affixed at his hip, the cigarettes and matches slid into his breast pocket.

The work of dressing is physically done but one further step remains while he smooths out his appearance.

At the opposite end of the hall is the study, outfitted with a wooden desk, shelves lined in history books, and a large chest sitting on the floor. Though he hasn’t physically opened this chest in much too long, his spirit does each morning–unlocks it, procures the essence from the blue and white haori from within, and drapes it over his shoulders.

Because even though Saito now wears a police uniform symbolizing support for the Meiji government, he’s still clothed by the values from a different time–still guided by a set of rules that he’s learned to make relevant in the current era.

For the honor of every one of his brothers who made the ultimate sacrifice to raise this country, and for the sake of their resting souls, he lives as a Miburo in Meiji clothing. Nothing less, and nothing more.

Saito’s feet slip into his shoes at the door. He runs his hands through his hair to ensure no strands are out of place (naturally, there are none), and bows his head to put on his hat.

Indeed, it’s another chilly autumn morning. Sunlight has begun bleeding across the skyline as his steps carry him in the direction of downtown. Prefectures away, he imagines Nagakura is awake as well, serving his own tribute by penning his latest historical account. And somewhere else…

Somewhere else, Kondo and Hijikata are drinking sake together. Okita is smiling and making snide comments and running fingers through his hair. Matsubara is lecturing and frightening his pupils. Takeda is being a pain in the ass (hopefully not literally but one could never tell his intentions) and planning his next betrayal. And Inoue and Tani and Todo and Suzuki and Harada…

Whatever their stories and whether they died heroically or in disgrace–whether Saito even liked them personally or not–each of these men shared a bond with him that transcended their mortality. And as Nagakura keeps their memories alive with words, Saito preserves the liveliness of their souls by upholding the beliefs they defended above all else so many years ago.

No one ever thought Aku Soku Zan could effectively exist if they’d lost the war.

The breeze takes up Saito’s invisible haori and his hand falls upon his sword when the police station comes into sight.

They were wrong.

anonymous asked:

um all the OTP questions? please? or if you don't have time every second one and then later the other half? I need more Hicsqueak immediately! xoxo

There you go! Hope this satisfies your Hicsqueak needs Noni! x
(also I believe I was about 10 minutes late but here you go @laceandpaperflowers91 ;) )

1. Who touches the other person’s cheek tenderly?

Hecate is a big one for small but meaningful touches! She would 100% be there for the light but reassuring hand on the shoulder, or the tender cheek caress.

2. Who asks philosophical questions really late at night?

Pippa [2 am lying awake in bed]: Hecate … Hecate!

Hecate: *groans and rolls over* what?

Pippa: Do you think bees have eyelashes?

Hecate: Pippa. I love you. But if you wake me up one more time to ask yet another ridiculous question I will smother you with this pillow.

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Introducing the Early Morning Club! 🌅

Hello everyone! I am fairly new to studyblr (only about a month now, wow!) but I have received so much support and kind words from the studyblr community, and you’ve really inspired me to be more social and passionate about my studies! So I want to give back by creating a study group for people like me who wake up early (or want to wake up early), and have a more productive morningand if this idea flops i’ll just pretend it never happened 😅 

What this group will do:

  • share a discord chat together
  • tag each other in tumblr posts (could be specifically about how our morning went or just in general, to support each others’ blogs)
  • share advice and friendly support 

What this group is for:

  • tips and tricks for waking up earlier
  • checking in on each other 
  • incentive to wake up and not sleep in
  • support from others to be more productive
  • meeting new people and making friends with similar interests and goals
  • just to wish each other “good morning!” 👋 

How to join:

  • send me an ask or message me 
  • reblog this post
  • you don’t have to follow me but it would be nice

Mostly I just need to have some idea of how many people would like this, and once I get a list of interested studyblrs then I’d create the discord and the tag to track. How does that sound for everybody?

I’m super excited to see how this turns out and I hope others are just as interested in this as I am. Good morning and have a great day! 😊

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Requests!

1. If I die, I’m gonna haunt your kitchen cabinets

2. you better have a good reason for waking me up so damn early.

3. h-how long have you been standing there?

4.i know you have reached your decision, but seeing as its a stupid ass decision I’m ignoring it.

5.Let me tell you just exactly where in hell you can go.

6. It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.

7.I don’t really thing before I act, its part of my charm.

8. I may look like I don’t know what I’m doing but I in fact certainly do not know what I’m doing.

9.Don’t worry nobody’s expecting much from you.

Is that supposed to be a fucking pep talk??

10.I’m cold, I’m tired, and I’m going to kill one of you if I don’t get some coffee.

11. A ‘thank you’ would be nice

12. I’ve never done this before.

13.Let’s get this over with.

14.Is that my shirt?

15. Do you believe in love?

16.I think I’m falling in love with you.

17.At you ready for an adventure?!

Nope.

18.I die a little inside every time you try to nickname yourself.

19.I’ll admit sometimes I’m a little irrational, but I’m going to have to ask you to trust me when I say the weasel has to go into the oven

20.Please put me down its just a sprained ankle .

21.Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?

Not until four.

22.On a scale of one to Australia how dangerous are we talking?

23. Are you talking to yourself?

I was until you interrupted.

24.We pulled an all nighter to play monopoly and I think I may have confessed some weird shit.

25.This is why we cant have nice things!

26. Stop locking me out of my own car.

27.I am not above slashing my own tires to avoid this family brunch.

28. Of course I have a plan

A good plan?

I have a plan.

29.I thought you were my friend.

I am but as your friend it is my job to tell you that you suck at this.

30.I’m just doing what the fortune cookie said. Who am I to stand in the way of fate?

Here’s my request list you can send me a number with you want, I do anybody from the harry potter fandom, avengers, and real life actors. and if you want to request something that isn’t on here, feel free to do so!

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Request by: @writerpotter 

“Where’s the new girl?” You asked curious while you entered the living room.

“Miss Kyle is sleeping, Miss Y/L/N. I think it’s better not to wake up her, she was a little bit tired.” Alfred answered, and you noticed a small but soft smile on Bruce’s face.

“You like her, don’t you?” You asked Bruce with a malicious smiling.

“W-what? No, Selina is just a friend!”

“You don’t know how to lie, Bruce. It’s clear that you like her in a way more than as a friend. You should tell her, you know.”

“Don’t disturb Master Bruce, Miss Y/L/N. Although… you aren’t lying, he really likes Miss Kyle!” Alfred turned to Bruce looking into his eyes; serious, but kind. “And I think you should listen to your best friend, Master Bruce. Go tell Selina.” 

“Tell me what?” Selina entered the room and Bruce turned to her nervous.

“Tell you that I like… that I like… bats?!” 


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just remembered I needed to do Harley for that meme 

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Cyndi Lauper; Let Em Talk, Kesha.

the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep: Harley will sometimes fall asleep on couches and chairs, but she’s a restless sleeper who struggles with sleeping on anything less comfortable than a bed. Even if she dozes off on a table, she’ll wake up in a minute or two. 

the game they’d destroy everyone else at: She’s really good at carnival-style games that require careful hand-eye coordination and precise throws.

the emoticon they’d use most often: I have a feeling her texts are about 2/3 emoji but I’m not familiar enough with them to discern the most used

what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep: She’s pretty useless if she doesn’t get at least 6-8 hours of sleep a night, and will start yawning and spacing out almost immediately; sometimes she’ll try to counteract it with sugar and caffeine, but that just makes her spacey and hyper

their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever: she likes very sweet, indulgent coffees. she’ll settle for milk and sugar if there’s nothing else but she’s happiest if she can stop off at Gotham’s equivalent of Starbucks and get something full of chocolate and syrup. 

how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump: Harley tends to get ice cream and curl up to listen to music. Sometimes she’ll watch a kid’s show on television, or an old comedy. 

what they wanted to be when they grew up: Harley never quite knew. Her favorite saying is the ‘jack of all trades, master of none - better than a master of one’ because she’s got a wide variety of skills in different fields; she flitted between about a dozen possible professions, from makeup artistry to psychology to journalism to mixed martial arts. A lot of things interested her, but it always bothered her that she didn’t have a ‘passion’. These days, she just tries to focus on having fun. 

their favorite kind of weather: Summer nights, when the sun’s gone down but it’s still warm and all the neon lights are on and there’s a slight breeze. 

thoughts on their singing voice: Harley has an objectively poor singing voice, but she sings with such energy and enthusiasm it barely matters. She loves doing karaoke, especially with other people. 

how/what they like to draw or doodle: She likes doodling, and actually took a class or two on art in the past (when she briefly considered becoming a cartoonist). She likes drawing cute, simple little things, often illustrative to something she’s written (’gone to fight B-man!’ *picture of her clocking Batman on the head with a hammer*) and will do it a lot on her notes to Ivy. 

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infodumping about the ocean

concept: lance is one of those people who needs at least six hours of sleep to function properly, so sometimes after long missions or nighttime attacks, he’ll shower and go to the debriefing room and sink into the cushions and try his hardest to listen to everyone talking quietly around him but just… slowly drift off. everyone’s gotten so used to him slumping into them that they don’t even stop talking when his head drops onto their shoulders

Don't ever leave the table in the middle of an argument...

I’m DMing Pathfinder for a group of six players (around level 7) whose characters don’t really see eye-to-eye. They had just taken down a boss with a sleep arrow and were discussing whether they should kill him or let him live.

LG Monk (IC): I say we let him live. Killing him only makes us as bad as him. And anyway we need to question him.

Rogue (IC): But if we let him live nothing will change.

Oracle (IC): I agree.

LG Monk (IC): No. No I won’t let you. We’ll question him and take him to the guards.

OOC the guy who plays the monk goes to the bathroom.

While he is gone:

Rogue (OOC): Can I stealth and then make a Coup de Grace attempt on him without (LG Monk) seeing?

DM (Me): Oh my God, OK, give it a shot.

*Rogue proceeds to roll an insane Stealth check (somewhere in the 30s) and roll huge damage on the attack.*

DM (Me): *laughing* OK, Jesus, yeah. You fire an arrow straight into the unconscious man’s skull. He is well and truly dead.

The monk’s player returns to the table.

DM (Me): Hey, can I get you to make a perception check real quick.

LG Monk (OOC): (Assuming he’d just missed something) Yeah sure, that’s a uhhh… 16?

DM (Me): Yeah ok, never mind.

LG Monk (OOC): Right, I pick the man up and put him on my shoulder. We can take him somewhere safe to question him.

At this point the rest of the party is trying really hard to keep from laughing. The monk is getting suspicious.

LG Monk (OOC): Actually I’ll try to wake him up here. I give his face a slap.

DM (Me): As you go to slap his face you see the shaft of an arrow protruding from his skull, his face is covered in blood.

LG Monk (OOC): WHAT! (Looks at the people giggling around the table) I SENSE MOTIVE THE PARTY!!!

Everyone rolls terrible Bluff checks.

DM (Me): The rest of the party bursts into uncontrollable laughter.

LG Monk (OOC): GUYS! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!?!?!?!

OOC everyone actually bursts into uncontrollable laughter.

The next session that player swapped characters. He said playing someone Lawful Good wasn’t a good fit for the party. He was definitely right.

Sleep On Your Own Time, Potter
  • <p> <b>Draco:</b> Potter.<p/><b>Draco:</b> Potter.<p/><b>Draco:</b> Potter.<p/><b>Harry:</b> Malfoy, what. What, Malfoy.<p/><b>Draco:</b> I've decided - I love you too. You have a really hot body. I'm always thinking about it-- you...thinking about you.<p/><b>Harry:</b> ...<p/><b>Draco:</b> Because I love you.<p/><b>Harry:</b> That's...great. Was it necessary to wake me up at half past three in the morning to tell me this?<p/><b>Draco:</b> Love doesn't wear a watch, Potter.<p/></p>

that moment when you’re having a really great dream then you suddenly wake up???? then you aggressively try to go back to sleep again the second you realized it, internally screaming, “ohmygod why did i wake up?!!! please bring me back to the land of imagination! what happens next damn it the dream wasn’t over yet,” hoping the dream would continue if you sleep again immediately

then ofcourse your body refuses to go back to sleep. thanks for a glimpse of one nice imaginary life, dreamland

Going on a Road Trip with Peter Parker would include..

- aunt may driving both of y’all headasses

- you thought one of you was driving?

- please

- last time peter had control of a car tony ended up paying 20 thousand in repairs

- he snuck you into headquarters at like 2 am because that seemed like the greatest idea

- ended up having peter back into a wall after stepping on it when he wasn’t supposed to

- story of his life amirite

- aunt may taking both you and peter down to coney island for the weekend

- despite the 40 minute ride its the closest you two get to a road trip

- leaving at the crack of dawn to get to the rides early

- peter having the cutest lil hoodie on with the brightest smile on his face

- but also being unreasonably energetic at 7 in the morning

- ‘(y/n)imsohappythatyou’rehereohmygodarentyouexcited’

- ‘peter i haven’t seen you for five minutes and i already want you to shut up’

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I Think I’m In Love With You

Author: ceruleanbucky

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

WARNINGS: SMUT, cursing, oral (male and female receiving), UNPROTECTED SEX, fingering, sexual tension, fluff, and overall sin.

A/N: guy’s I’ve updated twice in like a week and a half what is happening?!?! I mean, it’s not necessarily bad. Also, this fic is hella long, and I;m not going to lie, I’m really proud of it. Hope you guys like it! Part two of “Seven Minutes In Heaven” is coming next week.


You wake up with a start, breathing heavily and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You tried to recall what it was you were dreaming about, but to no avail. You eventually give up, thinking that it was another nightmare.

You glance at your alarm clock, wondering about the time. Seeing that you have two more hours to sleep, you gladly roll over and go back to sleep.

When your alarm goes off, you feel even more tired than you were earlier. You still manage to drag yourself out of bed, and start your day. It’s then when you smell the bacon, and the coffee. Perking up at the idea of a good breakfast, you put on some more decent pyjamas, and head to the kitchen. Most people are still asleep, seeing as the sun is only just rising, so you wonder who is in the kitchen. You step in, and find Bucky cooking up a storm.

“Sad, or mad?” You ask as you walk in, knowing it’s one of the two. He looks at you with confusion, so you rephrase.

“Are you cooking because you’re sad, or because you’re pissed off? Because I know you, Bucky, and it’s only one of those two.” You smirk at your friend, earning a smirk back.

“Neither actually.” He side-eyes, adding to your curiosity.

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