oh my god i should be sleeping

my fav trope is like, nonhuman characters not understanding human needs/customs but still being super supportive of their human companion

“look what I found while exploring this planet’s surface!” “kilrak please I’m trying to sleep” “ah yes your human circadian rhythm. *stage whispering* I am supposed to be quiet during this time in your rhythm, yes?”

“the book I purchased on ragnok V says humans require physical touch when upset. therefore, I shall engage in a ‘hug’ with you.” *supremely awkward five-armed hug ensues*

*human sneezes* “OH MY GOD SIL'EEN GET THE MEDIC OUR HUMAN IS DYING”

“this pamphlet I received recently says that humans require companions and packmates in the form of small earth creatures. you should have told me this before we departed earth, but it is no worry. we will have to stop at the next trade planet to get you one of these ‘cats’ or 'dogs’.”

Thoughts Every Journal-Keeper Has Had

•This ink better not freaking bleed through the page
•I wish I started journaling sooner
•ugh I ruined it
•What if someone secretly reads my journal when I’m not home??!
•Should I hide my journal?
•Oh god if someone read this and shared it to everyone I’d be ruined
•Why doesn’t everyone keep a journal? How can you not?!
•Damn I suck at this
•I’m gonna get off of tumblr so I can journal some more [keeps scrolling for an hour]
•I really wanna journal but I don’t feel like it
•Hmm… so if I manage to do an entry really quickly I can get to bed by 2am and still have 6 hours of sleep!
•Should I post this on tumblr? Yeah! Wait nah…
•Am I gonna let my future grandkids read this? [entry: I’m so fuckin horny] oh maybe not.
•If I keep going at the rate I’m going with completing an average of two pages a day, this journal will be filled on June 6th.
•Oh my god if there was ever a fire I swear I’d run back inside to grab all my journals.
•What IF there was a fire? All that work would be gone!
•What if I commit a crime and all my journals get gathered as evidence and they find a paper trail?
•What if the judge reads it allowed in court!
•Nah I have nothing to worry about. I’m a law abiding citizen.
•Wait… there was that one time that I…
•Should I write this down or would that be too personal..?
•What if I just started writing in code just in case?
•Ugh this drawing sucks
•Why is everyone so good at this and I’m so bad?
•I wanna paste this in, but it’ll make the journal too thick and uneven!
•Ahh this journal smells so good
•Oh man and so does this glue! Wait, you can get high from glue, right?
•I wonder what my entries would look like if I did them all while high…
•I feel so mean writing this.
•I’m dedicating this page to _______. I’ll even let them read it [but you never do]
•This is so sloppy lol what am I doing
•What if I just stopped journaling… will my journal think I died?
•Oooh I’m going to order this journal! It’s perfect! Oh wait, it’s too ______
•Oh here’s a better one. Oh but this one doesn’t have ______
•Haha this spread is so cheesy
•What if _____ found this and read it??
•I can’t wait to finish this journal so I can start my next one
•Is my journal a boy or a girl?
•If anyone went through my journal I’d beat them up.
•What will happen with my journals when I die?

It can’t be just me 😂

me approximately at 2 am: i should sleep 

fanfiction of my otp(s): 

 me: fUCK

Everything is Different Now: Part 6

I’m re-watching Yuri on Ice with an eye for all the things that are re-contextualized based on what we learn at the very end of episode 10.  This blog series chronicles that adventure.  With screencaps!  Very spoilery, obviously. Read on by clicking the jump cut below, or start at part 1 here.

Episode 6: Bringing Sexy Back

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the signs at a sleepover
  • aries: "let's go outside and throw eggs at people's houses."
  • taurus: "can we eat first?"
  • gemini: "oh my god aries. we should totally do that."
  • cancer: "can we just watch a scary movie or something?"
  • leo: "SELFIEEE!"
  • virgo: "oh my god, leo. stop with your fucking selfies. i agree with cancer though. let's watch a movie."
  • libra: "shut up, virgo. SELFIE!"
  • scorpio: "anyone wanna have sex with me?"
  • sagittarius: ";)"
  • capricorn: "y'all nasty."
  • aquarius: "can y'all shut up i'M TRYNA SLEEP oVeR HERE."
  • pisces: *is sleeping*

Yep, exactly what I came across years ago when I was researching.

The earth gem thing I’m still unsure about, but this is some interesting possible evidence… however the only gems that are produced on earth are quartz and in limited numbers. though It’s not like anything about them is normal anyway.

I’ll keep them safe, if my theory is correct their gems will at least be stronger when they reform. I’m not sure about the healing thing though, I’ve personally never heard of gems that have an ability like that.

and I bet a gem that would have that ability would uh… charge a LOT for it. humans have no idea how expensive stuff is on homeworld. its a damn joke.

I’m going a tangent here but I feel a little calmer. I’m gonna just sleep in here.

ok but taehyung looks like a recently-widowed-after-he-slipped-too-many-sleeping-pills-in-his-80-year-old-billionaire-suga-mammas-drink gold digger ready to hit 👏🏻 the 👏🏻 town👏🏻  

“oooh gurl my lawyer just rang, he said i got the pool house, the ferrari, the benz AND the mercedi. and the poodles lapooh and shanaynay. oh my god BITCH, YOU KNOW WHAT WE SHOULD DO?”

“we need to SHOP TIL WE DROPPP gurl, i’m ready for a DRANKKKK”

“but hold up one sec i gotta werk my angles”

i want someone to ask me what’s wrong and let me vent to them but even if they ask, i just end up saying i’m fine and i turn the conversation around onto how they are

i want someone to hug me tightly and let me sob into their chest and not let go until i’m okay because it’s so fucking hard trying to handle all of this on my own

i want people to help and i want to tell them just how shitty and difficult everything is but the reality is that i can’t open up to people because my problems are not valid or worthy of attention and talking about it makes me feel like i’m manipulating everyone

other people have it worse which means i should just suck it up and be grateful that i have things like food, clothes and shelter. but oh my god, i am just SO fucking miserable. i would give anything to just be happy, to not wake up disappointed that i didn’t die in my sleep, to not spend every day crying and shaking with anxiety and thinking about hurting and killing myself

i want to be calm, happy and at peace. i feel like i’m at war with my brain and it’s so draining, so exhausting and i feel like the most pathetic, worthless person in the world

Yoongi would be the cutest boyfriend like,
  • You: Babe, you were quiet all day, is something wrong?
  • Yoongi: That guys just now, he slung his arm over your shoulder like it was nothing. And made me feel left out. God, I swear.
  • You: You didn't recognize him? He's my twin brother! I thought you guys knew each other since all you guys did was smile at each other. Oh, you had nothing to be jealous about!! I should've known sooner though, sorry babe!
  • Yoongi: I wasn't jealous.
  • You: You totally were :3
  • You: There's no wrong in admitting :)
  • Yoongi: Say that again, I'll lock myself in the room and sleep 24/7 while you get the couch.
  • You: Guess I should get home faster than you. See ya! :D
  • Yoongi: HEY
  • Yoongi: Y/N I swear
  • Yoongi: Reply damnit!
  • You: *sends pic of yourself sitting on the bed triumphly*
  • Yoongi: *sends middle finger emoji*
  • Yoongi: I hate you
  • You: Love you more~
  • Yoongi: *spams middle finger emoji*
  • Then he reaches home and you both cuddle : )
  • (soft yoongi is my favourite yoongi wow)
  • [Quack]
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G-Dragon

“Y-you can’t do that without my permission… It makes you all the more desireable, I can’t believe that’s even possible, but you manage…”


T.O.P

“… Y/N, you just… what?”


Taeyang

*Rather than waking up and possibly ruining the moment, he decides he should keep pretending to sleep, however that tasks proves to be very difficult*


Daesung

*Opens one of his eyes slowly and lazily*
“… Y/N?”
“… OH MY GOD, DON’T PLAY WITH MY BODY WHEN I’M ASLEEP!”

>I literally had no other fitting gif don’t judge me<


Seungri

“Oh my God, one more reason to why going out with you is the best thing that happened to me…”


[ MORE BIG BANG REACTIONS 

Not So Cute Meet-Cutes

or, “I lie, these are still pretty cute” AUs

  • “Look person, I’m sorry I ran you over with my car but maybe you should stay in the bike lane DON’T EVEN THINK OF TAKING ME TO COURT I DON’T CARE IF YOU’R E A LAWYER… shit” AU
  • “Oh my god ohmyogd ohmy god i did not mean to punch you in the nose. there’s blood… everywhere…i think… i’m going to faint” AU
  • “ugh i hate drunk people. CONTROL YOURSELVES. what are you doing? no. NO. NO GET AWAY FROM ME! DON’T THROW UP ON MY NEW SHOES!!” AU
  • “i’m a new waiter and i am so nervous please forgive me for spilling your wine, your dinner, and your dessert on your date and then tripped onto said date as you were trying to propose. seriously. my bad.” AU
  • “we’re the only people in this section of the library and I really really needed to fart. I’M SO SORRY. PLEASE LET US FORGET ABOUT THIS. I HAD A BURRITO FOR LUNCH OKAY?!” AU
  • “i accidentally got us banned from this amusement park for life because i got mad at the mascot and decided to tackle him to the ground and you were the stranger i asked to hold my stuff” AU
  • “i tried to act cool at this concert and i thought i was leaning on a wall but apparently it was a speaker and now it’s on the ground. broken. in pieces. and everyone’s glaring at me (particularly the really hot guitarist). um…i can pay for that?” AU
  • “look it wasn’t arson alright. if i’m going to jail i want this in the public record. i set that abandoned shed on fire because it has ghosts. GHOSTS. and everyone knows the only way to kill ghosts is with fire. no officer, i’m not crazy.” AU
  • “my friend bet me that i wouldn’t make out with the next person that stepped through that door. now i seriously regret it because you are soooo much cuter than your friend. is it weird for me to flirt with you when i just had my tongue down their throat?” AU
  • “we’re both in a hostage situation and i know now isn’t the time, but what product do you use in your hair, because wow, it looks super soft. RIGHT. SORRY. NO TALKING. DON’T EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT MR. HOSTAGE CRIMINAL GUY. AHAHAHAHA. *whispering* if we survive please let me know. i need to know. thanks.” AU. 
  • Me: *yawns* boy am I tired. I think I should go to be-
  • Uterus: *In Mushu voice* I LLLLIIIIIIVVVVVVEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
  • Me: Oh, hell no not now...
  • Uterus: RISE AND SHINE SLEEPY HEAD I AM AWAKE AND HERE TO CAUSE YOU UNBEARABLE PAIN AND DISCOMFORT AT 1 AM!!!
  • Me: No.. God please no... can't this wait until morning.. or never. Never would be nice.
  • Uterus: TIME TO OPEN THE GATES TO HELLL!!!! *begins spouting blood violently and stabbing the inside of my body with a hot poker*
  • Me: *single man tear* I. Just. Wanted. To. Sleep. *curls up into a ball and awaits death*
4

That moment when you don’t sleep, get bored of working on your final projects and end up doodling at 3 AM in the morning… I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore… But yeah,  Adrien learns Marinette likes… Adrien? what?

Oh god… I need to sleep. 

Someone take me away from the computer.

oh lazarus, how did your debts get paid?

(aka that one Starrk-is-Regulus-Black fic I really, really should not be writing but somehow am?? I swear this was supposed to be a drabble to exorcise the plot bunny but now there’s more of it. Oops.)


The memories don’t start coming back until he finds the door.

It’s a small archway, far removed from any of the main paths through Las Noches; the only reason Starrk even finds it is because Lilynette insists he can’t sleep in their room all day and harries him out the door to take a walk. It’s easier to give in to her insistence sometimes, so Starrk covers a yawn and lets her shove him forward.

Because the only thing Starrk wants less than to be awake in general is to have to interact with his fellow Espada, no matter how grateful he is to have comrades who can survive his presence, he turns off at the first branching side corridor, ignoring Lilynette’s huff of disapproval.

“You wanted me out of the room, and I’m out of the room,” he reminds her pointedly.

Lilynette punches him in the side. “I wanted you not to be lazy, Starrk! This is you being lazy!”

Well, that’s true, more or less. But he’s not being entirely lazy, so that should be good enough for her. If he says that, though, Lilynette will hit him again, so Starrk keeps his mouth shut beyond a faint sigh.

With a squawk, Lilynette punches him, this time in the hip. “Don’t sigh at me! Aizen-sama said we’re going to fight soon! You need to be more enthusiastic, Starrk!”

Starrk has no attachment to the idea of fighting Shinigami—his greatest hope is that whatever captain he encounters ends up just as lazy as him. Then they can stage a fight until Aizen gets what he wants, and there will be little risk and less effort required. Not that he’s going to say as much to Lilynette, who’s still glaring at him.

“I’ll fight,” he concedes, hoping that will placate her.

“You’d better,” she mutters, but as he hoped she subsides with another huff.

Danger temporarily averted, Starrk turns his attention on their surroundings, though there isn’t all that much to see. An endless white hallway without windows, corridors branching off of it and doors set into the wall at scattered intervals. Las Noches is boring, though Starrk supposes it’s better than an empty desert stacked with Hollow corpses.

“Do you think the Shinigami will be strong?” Lilynette asks, and Starrk glances down at her in surprise. Her arms are folded behind her head, and her one pink eye is fixed ahead, though he can tell all of her thoughts are turned inward.

He makes a noncommittal noise, even as his hand falls unconsciously to rest on his sword hilt. “Aizen-sama was a Shinigami,” he points out.

Lilynette just makes a face. “Aizen-sama is hardly a Shinigami anymore,” she retorts. “The others, how strong do you think they’ll be?”

Strong, Starrk is sure, and he grimaces a little bit, not looking forward to the battle. But Aizen wants Soul Society crushed, and to do that they need to defeat the thirteen divisions. After that, Aizen will make his way to the Soul King and take the throne for himself, but Starrk doesn’t particularly care about that part. The other Espada are his friends, if some reluctantly so, and all Starrk wants is to keep them. Anything to keep from going back to before, even if he always had Lilynette with him then.

What use is power? Starrk thinks bleakly, glancing down at his sword. His fingers tighten around the hilt, the creak of his gloves all too loud in the silence. Why would anyone want more of it?

“Starrk?” Lilynette asks curiously, and Starrk blinks, glancing up. She’s ahead of him now. He hadn’t even realized he had stopped. Apparently seeing that on his face, she trots back to his side, curling her fingers into his sash and leaning around him. “That ugly old curtain thing? What’s so interesting about that?”

Not quite sure what she means, Starrk glances over at the wall and—

Stops.

The corridor branches here, and about halfway down it there’s an arch covered by a tattered veil. It’s fluttering faintly, even though there’s no wind within Las Noches, and there’s a low, insistent whisper from the other side that Starrk can make out even a fair distance from it.

“Can you hear that?” he asks, but it’s as if someone else is speaking. He can’t look away, doesn’t want to. A step forward, out of the main hall and into the side corridor, and it’s only Lilynette’s suddenly firm grip and stubbornly planted feet that pulls him up short.

“Don’t, Starrk!” she says insistently, and when he glances back there’s something almost like fear in her face. “There shouldn’t be voices, that’s creepy!”

Exasperation makes Starrk roll his eyes, though he stops moving. “You turn into a talking gun,” he reminds his other half, and she makes a face at him.

“Yeah, but that’s different!”

Starrk supposes that it is.

“It feels…familiar,” he says, and can’t quite help taking another glance at the veil. His sword suddenly doesn’t feel entirely right in his hand—it should be smaller, lighter, black walnut instead of steel. But that makes no sense at all, because a sword is—

Hands. Hands on him, dragging him down, wet and cold and entirely immovable. He chokes for breath but there’s only water filling his lungs, a burning, searing thirst that nothing can quench. Memories, fears, loneliness that sears like fire straight down to his bones and he thinks This is how I die. Alone, lost, abandoned

The inside of his left forearm is burning.

This time, Starrk doesn’t need Lilynette’s urging to take a step back.

“What the hell was that?!” she demands, and her voice is shrill enough that Starrk knows she saw it too. Not unreasonable—they’re the same soul split into two bodies, after all.

“I…don’t know,” he answers slowly, but—

But that’s not quite true.

There’s the image of a castle, somewhere in his memory. An old house, tall and dark and dreary, with a cold man and a sharp woman and a reckless boy within. Not good memories, not exactly, but they don’t come with the overwhelming fear of the first recollection. All of it is linked, tied together by that not-right feel when he touches his sword. Starrk flexes his fingers, glancing down at them as if they’ve become someone else’s, but he sees no change in them. Nothing outwardly remarkable, but…he can feel it.

A green spark crackles to life and crawls across the backs of his knuckles, then sizzles out in the air.

“Let’s go, Starrk,” Lilynette insists, tugging hard on his sash. Her one eye is wide and the closest to fearful that Starrk has ever seen it. “I don’t like it here.”

Starrk doesn’t, either, but—

But.

He drags his eyes away from the fluttering veil, closes his hand more firmly around the pommel of his sword. “Let’s go,” he agrees, and it takes everything in him not to turn around and look back the moment he steps away.

The whispers fade away behind them, even though Starrk half-thought they wouldn’t.

“Geez,” Lilynette mutters when they’ve put a good distance between themselves and that hall. She folds her arms behind her head again, even though she still looks faintly wary, and huffs. “Aizen-sama’s got the weirdest crap floating around, doesn’t he, Starrk?”

It’s been a long time since Starrk stopped trying to get Lilynette to be respectful of anyone, so he doesn’t bother answering beyond a faint hum. He keeps his steps long and purposeful, and wonders how long it will take her to notice—

“Oi, Starrk! What the hell are we going back this way for?! Starrk! I’m talking to you, you big jerk! Oi, oi, oi! Don’t you dare go lie down again, I just got you up! Starrk!”