now that this is done i'm going to bed

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H A P P Y  B I R T H D A Y J U L I A!!!

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it’s always sunny in philadelphia character tropes charlie kelly; would it be weird if you survived an abortion? would it be weird if, like, you shared a bed with a man who may or may not be your father? would it be weird if you eat cat food to go to sleep and you have such a fascination with cats that maybe you glue cat hair on the back of your neck every now and then?

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the calendar // panic! at the disco

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Don’t need no butterflies when you give me the whole damn zoo
By the way, right away you do things to my body
I didn’t know that I was starving ‘til I tasted you

Voltron prompt

Lance is an Altean prince and he hates it.

Everyday ever since Lance can remember he has had each and everyone of his days planned out for him. Alway going to meeting he didn’t care for, and meeting people he wouldn’t remember in an hour. Having to act as royals should, while everyone around him acted they way they wanted.

Lance couldn’t stand it any longer. He began with small things like running off when his advisers weren’t looking and going up to the roof to watch the villagers wonder around the streets. He slowly became more and more confident sneaking around that now when he gets the chance he will dress as an average villager and walk around the village streets never having to worry about being recognized.

When he was out one day he ran into a pair of galra soldiers, when Lance saw them he became intrigued and asked them where they were from and soon they had talked the entire afternoon away. When Lance returned to the castle that night his father informed him that a pair of galra would be staying with them for a while and Lance was surprised to discover that they were the same ones he had meet earlier that day. Lance was pleased to find that they didn’t have a clue that it was him they were talking to that day and was careful to keep it that way.

Once Lance got to know them more he was again surprised when his father told him that the soldiers would be staying as his new guards. The king was displeased with Lance running off to where no one could find him and wanted him safe. Lance knew it wasn’t the guards fails but he couldn’t help but feel bitter towards them.

Lance thinks it will be easy to slip past these guards, he’s done it to his other guards countless times but each time he tries to sneak out he is stopped.

The guards do feel sorry for the prince and after stopping Lance from sneaking out for a week straight they decide to let him go as long as they accompany him.

MORE OF THEM? MORE OF THEM!

Episode 12x01 spoilers, watch out for unoriginality since people have probably already done this

@destieldrabblesdaily Shirley this is all your fault (I guess you could say happy really late birthday I don’t know)

Ok since people need an argument Josh actually played a good game. “Two HOH’s Kristen” and pretty decent players left under him both times as well as people who were targeting him. He was one of the first people to peep Elena was playing both sides of the house. He also knew Paul was running serious game in the house and made the good decision to remain aware of this while also go along with it to advance him in the game. No one else did this. They either blindly followed Paul or blew up their game by standing against him. Josh’s stronger ties in the game were to Christmas, not Paul and he tried multiple times to turn Christmas, but she wouldn’t listen. And now he exposes Paul to evicted house guests going to jury while also informing them that he’s an active player in his own right and making moves as well. Josh is by no means a flop and is actually deserving of the win.

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the signs as texts taylor has sent me about sleeping
  • aries: "I'm going the fuck to bed lmao put me in a coma"
  • taurus: "nothing can tear me from the sweet embrace of sleep"
  • gemini: "it's 4am i can't deal with this right now"
  • cancer: "i feel like it'd be a waste to sleep but i wanna do it"
  • leo: "don't act surprised i love sleep"
  • virgo: "i hope i can take a nap i deserve this"
  • libra: "why am i still awake"
  • scorpio: "if i fall asleep idk how long i'll sleep for"
  • sagittarius: "it's 10 so it's acceptable to go to sleep now"
  • capricorn: "i'd rather be asleep"
  • aquarius: "okay i'm done i'm going to burrow into my bed and sleep"
  • pisces: "i could go for a nappy nap"
Assault

Requested: Hi, can you do a imagine that y/n’s assaulted and Shawn comforts and helps her? I understand if isn’t possible! Thank you, have a good day (sorry for my bad English, isn’t my first language) ❤️

Thanks for the request! You don’t have to apologize for your English! It’s great for English being your second language. Hope you enjoy this! Sorry that its short and a little different than you were probably expecting, I’m pretty happy with how it turned out though and I hope you are too :) 

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Shawn’s hand on your waist makes you involuntarily jerk away from him as your heart starts pounding with panic before you can even process that it is just Shawn, and nothing to be afraid of. “Shit, I’m sorry,” He immediately says as he removes his hand from your waist and runs it through his hair instead.

“No, I’m sorry,” You respond quietly, shaking your head, just trying to get all the bad stuff out, just trying to forget it all.

“Can I,” he hesitates for a second as though he isn’t sure if he wants to even ask or not before continuing, “Can I hold your hand?” His eyes are wide with concern and worry. It is a simple request for something he shouldn’t even have to think twice about just doing.

The self-hatred has already started eating you alive. Why did you let it happen? How did you let it happen? You wish you could have done something to prevent it. You wish you hadn’t gone out that night at all. Now your own boyfriend has to ask before he can hold your hand because if not you’ll literally freak out on him, even if you don’t mean to and even though you wish you didn’t. He’s still getting used to that too. He’s not used to having to ask permission for something as simple as holding your hand, or touching your waist when he comes up to you. That used to be something that was so natural, something neither of you ever thought twice about, but now he has to, and you have to hype yourself up just to let him touch you. You have to constantly remind yourself that Shawn would never hurt you.

You nod in response to his question, and he slowly intertwines his fingers with yours, carefully watching your eyes the entire time, making sure you’re not feeling triggered at all. “Sit down with me?” He questions, and you nod, following him to the couch. Once you’re both seated, he starts talking, “Baby, I know I can’t change what happened, and I can’t force you to feel better. I’m not trying to do that, I know you need time to heal, but I just want you to know that I love you. I want you to know that it’s not your fault. None of what happened was your fault, okay?” He says, trying to make sure you understand. He’s already told you this, so many times, but yet, you still find it hard to believe. You just nod in response. You want to believe him, you do, but it’s hard to get out of your head, to not think about the past.

He doesn’t try to pull you any closer to himself, even though he’s a very touchy person, well at least he used to be. He used to always need to touch you, always pulling you down into his lap when he sat down somewhere, always resting his hand on your hip, or throwing it over your shoulder. Now, he wants to touch you, to hold you close, to keep you safe, but he doesn’t.

“I love you.” He says, and even though you know he means it, his voice is full of hurt. Hurt because of what happened to you. Hurt because he feels responsible, even though there was nothing he could have done because he wasn’t even with you when it happened. But most of all, hurt because he knows you’re a different person now, and neither of you are sure you’ll ever be able to find your way back.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Harry being stressed and mad from work and he slams the front door and storms in "Bedroom. Now." He throws you on the bed and strips you down, keeping his suit on but unbuttoning his trousers, he flips you over and slides inside you, putting his fingers in your mouth and demanding you don't make a sound. He pushes your hips down and slaps your ass, thrusting harder and faster until he comes in you. You go to move and he says "I'm not done with you slut" How fun.

HOW FUCKING FUN DEAR GODDDDDDD

My Shadow is My Shepherd

He had been invited to attend the Pearloats Harvest in the capital city of the kingdom of Rolance. Prince Mikleo just didn’t expect to also be the target of an attempted assassination that very same night.

Luckily for him, his knight guard is pretty good with a sword.

Sormik Week 2017 - Day 4: Pendrago, Loss/Protection

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The capital city of the theocratic kingdom of Rolance is unlike anything Mikleo or Sorey has ever known. For one, the fact that the kingdom is ruled by its church rather than any formal monarchy—the ruling family, Mikleo has been informed before his visit, are largely figureheads—is new and unfamiliar. The second are the glaring reds and silvers that are everywhere; Rolance’s colors and regalia hang from the tallest buildings and wrap every guard.

Mikleo supposes he shouldn’t consider that entirely different from his own smaller kingdom of Elysia, where their cool shades of teal and white don every soldier and palace upholstery, too. But to see it everywhere he turns—even on the marketplace stalls during this lively festival week—is disorienting.

Or maybe it’s just the lack of grass within Pendrago itself that Mikleo is noticing. Too much red and steel; not enough green.

(For some reason, Mikleo’s always finding himself thinking the world could use more green.)

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anonymous asked:

84!

“come on, baby, up to bed.”
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“y/n?” you heard your husband call you, walking into the dark kitchen where you sat working on your laptop.

you were a lawyer which required you to do a lot of extra work at home, which you didn’t mind at all, but sometimes you would be downstairs working for hours and hours. the case you were working on right now was really stressing you out and you couldn’t take your mind off it.

shawn turned the light on in the kitchen, causing you to squint.

“y/n, babe, it’s 2am. I think it’s time to stop.”

you got home at 6 from an exhausting day working on the case, and you hadn’t got up from your seat at the table since.

normally you loved a challenging case, but this was the hardest one you’ve ever had and it was really taking a toll on you. you didn’t want your client to lose, you knew he was innocent.

you were so consumed in your work, you barely had any other time for anything else and it was starting to affect your marriage.

shawn wasn’t always home due to his career and when he was, he wanted to spend time with you. he was only home for a few months before starting his tour again, but this case was taking up so much time. he knew you didn’t need to be spending this much time working on it, he was starting to think you didn’t want to spend time with him anymore.

“just a little longer shawn, i promise.” you yawned. you were so tired, but you needed just a tiny bit more information for tonight.

“y/n,” he sighed, “you’ve been working since you got home for the past week now. do you just not want to spend time with me?”

“what, no!” you widened your eyes. “of course i want to spend time with you shawn, but this is a really important case and i can’t lose.”

you yawned again, resting your head on the wood table.

“i love you shawn, please don’t think i don’t want to spend time with you while you’re here. there’s
just so much depending on this case and it’s stressing me out.”

you began typing again, trying to get in as much information as possible.

the kitchen table was scattered with files from everyone involved in this case, you couldn’t keep up with it anymore.

shawn closed your laptop, taking it from you and putting it on the counter before collecting all the files and stacking them on top.

“shawn,” you mumbled. you were defeated, ready to give up on this.

he walked over to you, putting one arm under your legs and one on your back, picking you up bridal style.

“come on, baby, up to bed.”

you rested your head in the crook of his neck, finally being able to rest. you didn’t realize how tired you actually were until just now.

he gently laid you on the bed before changing you out of your work clothes. he knew you were too tired to do it yourself, and you honestly didn’t mind.

once he was done, he crawled under the warm comforter with you and pulled you into his chest.

“thank you,” you whispered, “for putting up with all my work shit and not leaving. i love you shawn, don’t ever think i don’t.”

he smiled against your hair, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head.

“i love you y/n, and i’m not going anywhere.”

ok but please imagine

after the fight between Izuku and Bakugou is done, both are exhausted and unconscious, and someone, maybe Toshi, carries Bakugou to his room

Toshi opens the door to Bakugou’s room and, for a moment, he thinks he got on the wrong floor, because the room he’s in looks like an exact carbon copy of Izuku’s.

All Might merchandise is everywhere, and it’s almost overwhelming in what it says about the boy in his arms.

as he lays Bakugou to sleep in his bed, for the first time, Toshinori realizes just how much the boy admired him.