okay but really now i'm going to sleep

anonymous asked:

Okay but now i'm really gonna need the story of you summoning, meeting and befriending Satan when you reach the optimal follower count. Pretty please with Jenny on top!?!?

IT’S TIME (I’ve literally been waiting for this moment for a week)


The coffee shop is nearly empty, patrons heading home to dinner and family and sleep. The parking lot outside is quiet and dark, cars silently gliding towards the road, sweeping their headlights briefly over the store front before sliding away. The baristas are more often in the break room than behind the counter, scheduling next week’s shifts and discussing how exactly they’re going to distribute the closing tasks today. They know that the customers who are left are fine, fresh refills in their cups and the knowledge that another is but a holler away.

The author has been observing the slow trickle of people for a while now, casually flipping between the novel she’s supposed to be writing, a bullet point list of interesting facial features, and a crockpot recipe she’s trying to convince herself she really wants to try.

(She does not know why she think she should enjoy crockpot shepherd’s pie. She just knows that she should enjoy it.)

She is one of three customers left in the store. There is a man she’s affectionately named “The Wizard” for his tendency to drape his coat over his shoulders like a cape. He is huddled over his tablet and might be near tears as he scribbles something out. The other customer is a woman the author knows quite well, but will not acknowledge. It is not because of her needle-like teeth or the script written carefully across her shirt or even because of the off-putting cackle the woman seems fond of.

It is because there is some trouble the author knows she should not engage.

So she ignores the woman-who-will-not-be-named and focuses on her computer.

It’s as she’s typing out “charming slouch, neck extended, a home out of his spine” and “add twice amount of onion” that she gets the notification.

The notification.

“Oh fuck,” says the author. She has not prepared for this at all. (This is pretending that she would have prepared for it with prior warning.)

(She would not have.)

Keep reading

some stuff like pretty blue girls and esper boys

okay seriously @ the larries…. if you’re going to take everything harry says and call it a lie then why do u stan him??? you’ve made him into a character in your head and anything he does, you manipulate into something else but can you please just leave him the hell alone now and let him be honest without making 10000 theories as to “what he REALLY means” bc you don’t know!!! you don’t know him at all lmao

marriage proposal: hyungwon
  • honestly i feel like hyungwon is one of the most relaxed of the bunch concerning proposals??
  • like
  • the idea of him proposing to you comes randomly
  • he’s walking home, like he always is, and he’s walking by a park when he sees a guy proposing to his girlfriend
  • there’s too many candles and definitely too many roses for his taste (kihyun would probably love it) but when he hears the girl say yes, it puts a smile on his face nonetheless
  • he goes on, forgetting about it again
  • except..
  • he’s walking down the usual streets when
  • he notices a jeweller
  • …..
  • it’s kind of funny, he thinks, how he’s walked down that street so many times and never really paid any attention to it
  • and it’s already late so the shop is closed but
  • with the proposal he just saw coming to mind, with you coming to mind…
  • he stops.
  • steps closer to the shop window and just. eyes the rings being displayed
  • they’re pretty, he thinks.
  • they’d suit you.
  • ………………………………
  • he leaves, eventually
  • he pushes the thought away again
  • of the proposal. the rings. the idea of buying you one of those rings
  • …..kind of
  • because from then on
  • every night, when he walks down that street and passes that until-recently-invisible-to-him jeweller, he doesn’t really think about it but
  • he stops again
  • looks at the rings again
  • thinks about you again (wearing one of those rings)
  • the shop is always closed already, hyungwon’s schedule not matching with the regular shopping hours
  • but still, every time he passes, he stops.
  • and somehow, even as he goes on with his regular schedule and does the things he normally does
  • the thought won’t leave him alone anymore
  • the thought of buying the ring, the thought of proposing to you, the thought of being a disgustingly domestic Married™ couple……,,
  • god he loves you so much
  • this goes on for a couple weeks maybe
  • he doesn’t really talk about all of it with anyone, i mean, why would he?? 
  • but then
  • one evening
  • it’s been a busy few weeks but their promotions for their current activities have just come to an end, so for the first time in forever he’s allowed to go home a little earlier than usual
  • and he walks home the same route, passes the same park (but more people than usual), passes the same streets and
  • the same shop, which is
  • open????
  • he looks into the shop window, as usual
  • and then
  • on a whim
  • goes inside.
  • he looks around the shop a little but somehow ends up staring at the same ring he’s been staring at for a while now
  • it’s a little more expensive than he’d like it to be but he’d give you the world if he could and
  • it’s pretty.
  • it’d suit you.
  • ..so…….
  • he
  • buys??
  • the ring????
  • and he leaves the store and he feels light even though the ring is heavy in his pocket and he keeps thinking about you and he doesn’t even realize he’s basically skipping down the street
  • …..
  • he’s free the next day. so naturally he comes over to spend the night at your place
  • and hyungwon’s kinda fidgety but not enough that you’d notice
  • so you just do your regular thing
  • ordering take out together, watching your favourite show together sprawled out on your old couch, cuddling up in bed together and just talking about your week
  • he conveniently leaves out the part where he literally bought you a wedding ring
  • at some point your eyelids get too heavy and you get too tired and you fall asleep but
  • …….hyungwon doesn’t
  • he just?? can’t???
  • because oh my god he actually bought that ring he bOUGHT THE RING he’s gotta ask you?? he’s gotta ask you and you have to say yes and???? oh god you might actually be getting married???
  • he is a mess
  • his emotions are all over the place, really
  • because of course there’s always the possibility for you to say no so he’s kinda anxious?? but he’s also excited because you might actually!! be!! getting!! married!!!!
  • and then he’s also kind of like ??? because how do you even propose oh my god
  • he’s tossing and turning, figuratively
  • literally, he’s alternating between staring at the ceiling and staring at your sleeping figure while his mind is in overdrive
  • ….
  • you’ve been lying there for a while, facing each other
  • you sleeping and hyungwon looking at you and lost in thought
  • when you slightly stir in your sleep and he softly brushes a strand of hair out of your face
  • you hum sleepily and try to blink your eyes open.
  • “what time is it?”, you ask with a raspy voice
  • “still dark out”, he whispers back, “go back to sleep”
  • you continue blinking though, forcing yourself to not fall asleep again
  • you stare at each other for a moment
  • hyungwon takes in your sleepy features
  • (even like this, he thinks, you’re the prettiest person he’s ever seen)
  • you take in hyungwon’s tired features
  • (was he not sleeping? is he okay?)
  • “why are you awake?”, you ask quietly, still struggling to stay awake
  • “couldn’t sleep”, he murmurs and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer together so that there’s barely inches between your faces
  • “what’s up?”, you ask him worriedly
  • he doesn’t say anything for a moment but you can basically see the wheels in his head turning, so you wait patiently
  • “say”, he starts, eyes never leaving yours, “if i were to ask you”
  • he speaks the words slowly,
  • “to marry me. would you say yes?”
  • …………………….you’d be shocked if you weren’t this tired; but it’s late and you’re still half asleep and 
  • “well”, you intertwine your legs and pretend to be thinking about it
  • “would i say yes to marrying a complete idiot who asks me random things in the middle of the night? would i say yes to marrying my bestest friend and the coolest loser i know??”
  • he chuckles
  • “of course i’d say yes. you’re so dumb”, you grin
  • he lets out another chuckle but
  • he seems nervous suddenly, like he’s thinking very hard about something, like he maybe wants to say..something….???
  • after a moment
  • he does say something again.
  • “i might….kind of have done something slightly crazy?”
  • you raise an eyebrow in question, signalling him to go on
  • “i…bought you a ring?”
  • ………
  • ……………..,, ,
  • he’s looking at you and he’s smiling slightly but it looks so shy and uncertain and you just???
  • you’re looking at him and you can feel your heart pounding against your ripcage and oh my g od that idiot
  • you’re still very tired but you lean forward and
  • kiss him.
  • ….
  • after a few seconds you pull back and you’re both just. grinning now
  • “why am i so in love with you”, you laugh quietly
  • “because i’m great and you’re even greater”, he grins, making you snort
  • ………….
  • ……and so you’re lying there in the middle of the night
  • and you’re smiling each other and you’re so in love and you’re just. so?? happy???
  • “is the ring pretty?”, you ask
  • he hums in confirmation
  • “do you wanna see?”
  • “hmmm”, you think for a moment but you can’t suppress a yawn
  • “in the morning”, you smile and nuzzle closer to him
  • you bury your face in his neck
  • “it’ll be cold if you leave now. let’s sleep some more”
  • “okay”, he says and places a kiss on the top of your head.
  • (when you both wake up later, he does show you the ring)
  • ((it really is pretty))
  • (((it suits you)))

[ shownu // wonho // kihyun // minhyuk // hyungwon // jooheon // changkyun ]

okay as I was lying in bed going to sleep and listening to Pink Guy music (don’t judge me) I realized something.

I know we were all surprised to see We Fall Again on Pink Season cause it was more of a “Joji song” BUT did we forget that They Don’t Understand was on the Pink Guy album?

maybe it’s Joji’s way of getting his FF fans into the music he really wants to do. or maybe Pinku writes some chill shit idk.

anonymous asked:

Hello I'm a really REALLY big fan of your art it is my favorite! I have small request, if your okay with it! Can you draw Izuru with shoulder length hair? And maybe Hinata's reaction to the hair cut?? I hope you have fun with it

Ibuki: Tadaaaaa! Fake short hair!

Okay, it’s not shoulder length and he didn’t cut his hair. lmao

I’m sick as hell, that’s why it’s so sketchy… I wanted to draw backgrounds for once, but I’m too tired. haha;;

(i’m really proud of myself for this banner okay? don’t judge me)(and something happened with the frames and the fonts and i’m way too tired to fix it rip me so let’s go with it) okay so guys!!! i seriously love you all sm!!! you guys are amazing for getting me to 400 416 actually but oh well!!!! so guess what i’m doing this time?? mmc edits and name aesthetics because i really need to make more edits and i’m so not creative at all lol

rules

blacklist “soph400″ if you don’t want to see these!

anonymous asked:

no hq for your phone?! how about your computer background?

Ahhh yes! Right now my laptop background is some fantastic merman au drawn by @amalasdraws and it’s so distractingly beautiful!!

anonymous asked:

this tru/mp and phe//vin drama is literally giving me an anxiety attack and I feel really bad and I don't know what to do or how to feel better and I'm just so pathetic bc I'm actually crying over something that doesn't involve me? People are so mean and I don't like it (and please don't hate me but it just makes me v upset to see people defending tru/mp supporters and stuff) and idk what to do I just really really need help and usually u can calm me down by just seeing ur blog and stuff thx bye

JuST A HEADS UP,  i resent your message with the / in t’s name… noTHING wrong with your original message or anything you did!!! i just don’t want legit t supporters coming to my blog and possible harassing me/you on this post -  just taking a precaution!!!


Aw, buddy - it’s okay. Take a deep breath, count to 7, and let it out counting to 11. It’s going to be okay.

I can’t say I know what exactly is going on - i’ve only scanned through a few posts that happened to appear on my dash but I don’t… understand what’s really happening… but ahh that’s besides the point - I’m sorry to hear your going through a hard time because of what’s happening.

First of all, you have every right to be upset and there is no shame in being so, especially over the ‘defending tru/mp supporters’ thing - that’s like, a ridiculous concept to me as well and I can’t imagine how hurtful it can be to see it happen in front of your eyes. 

Overall though, I want to reassure you that you are not pathetic for feeling…even if you’re feeling a lot to the point of crying. In fact, crying is one way your brain/body deals with distressing feelings, so honestly, there’s no shame in that. You’re not pathetic for having such a reaction.

I’m not exactly a professional when it comes to ‘calming down from an anxiety attack’ but it’s best to let it all out - I know crying sucks, but seriously, it’s your bodies way of refreshing yourself and clearing your head, so let it happen - focus on your breathing. Close your laptop/phone/app for a while and give yourself time to take care of yourself. When you’re ready to come back, go straight to a place that calms you down. 

Considering you mentioned my blog helps you calm down (which I’m very happy to hear!!), I’d suggest maybe going through my ‘aesthetic’ tag or ‘photography’ tag (or go on instagram and check out satisfying videos) as this is what I personally do when I’ve personally had a distressing breakdown. Sometimes it can really help to get away from the usual buzz of your dashboard. It may even be worth unfollowing a few people (in your ‘following’ part of your blog settings so you don’t have to actually go to their blog to do so) who have been causing distress with mean posts. You can even block them if you are really not happy with seeing such things. There is nothing bad in doing so, especially when it concerns taking care of yourself and your state of mind.

I’m not sure what else to suggest but I really hope you’re okay. If you want to keep talking to me about this to vent, or if you’d rather distract yourself; about things you enjoy, feel free to keep me messaging me. I do want an update on how you’re doing as well, of course!!

Love you lots. It’s going to be okay. Keep breathing. Wishing you all the best!

anonymous asked:

Hi. Crush on you anon here. If I were to just straight up, off anon tell you I have a crush on you, would it be awkward?

hey i wouldn’t mind !! but im not really looking to go into a relationship right now im sorry*

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creativecockbitesnetwork prompts: teams and typography.

“Little” update *boink*

ahhhh…kay…I had to miss some days of my paxil and the vertigo and heart palpitations and *makes alien hand-gestures* are weeeeiiiirrrrrrd O_O And annoying. I’m at the lowest prescribed dosage of 10mg and I’m still feeling these symptoms. They really weren’t kidding when they said the withdrawal symptoms are STRONG

Now I shall end this note on a cute gif I randomly found:

Originally posted by myrvelez29

poor banana. If only Rak were here to help. *glares at SIU*

anonymous asked:

I'm really sorry about your insomnia. I wish that you could sleep better. *hugs*

*hugs* oh it’s okay nonnie! I’ve had insomnia since I was little (I don’t think I’ve gotten to bed before 3 am since I was in second grade) so I’m kind of a professional at this point.

School Stress

Anon: Could you maybe do one were the Winchesters sister is really stressed with school so both of her brothers try to get her to relax and in the end she just falls asleep in her big brothers arms. Really fluffy pleasee. Thanks love stay amazing <3

Sorry this took forever to get out! There’s been a lot of hectic holiday planning on my part. Hope this fulfills the ask!

Summary: Reader is stressed out with school work and hunting and her brothers, the Winchesters notice.

Warnings: Fluff

Tags: @winchesters-favorite-girl @the-third-winchester-warrior @fantasticburninglakes @jensen-jarpad @lil-sister-winchester @sister-winchester-imagines

You violently throw your pencil across the room. “ARRRGH!” You cross your legs and shove your fists into your tired eyeballs. “Why me…” And it isn’t too long before you hear a soft tapping on the doorframe.

“Hey, everything okay? You seem a little…on edge.” Sam stands in the doorway.

You sit between your laptop and a couple various pieces of homework on your bed. Though you’re not related by blood to your brothers, Sam and Dean, you have a smart brain like Sam. You actually had been taking online classes so you could do research and hunt and educate yourself rather than go to a public school. Dean liked it more than scheduling times for drop offs and pickups. You had a hunch that he also liked the certain lack of teenage boys that surrounded you, but whatever.

But, as convenient as online classes could be, this week was shaping out nastily. On top of the big case you were researching, your Calculus, Physics, Advanced English, and US History classes had all decided to put their finals on the same week. The mythology essay due in twenty-four hours didn’t brighten things either.

“Yeah man. I’m fine…just…a little stressed out. I’ll get over it.”

“Can I come in?” Sam asks mildly.

You nod unenthusiastically, rubbing your eyes. Your Calculus notes are in front of you while a historical reading and English essay are pulled up side-by-side on your laptop. Your brother enters your room apprehensively, as if expecting more flying pencils to appear. Sam sits down on the bed. He glances at the math scribbles and calculations on a paper with a small smile.

“I’m still impressed you can actually understand this stuff..”

“Yeah. If you’re asking about the research on the case, I’ve got some stuff that might be worth a look at over-”

Sam cuts you off gently. “Y/N, I’m not overly concerned about the case right now. You haven’t been sleeping trying to keep up with your classes.” You look down at your hands. “Look, I’m just concerned about you. It’s not fair to yourself to be trying to do all this at once.”

“I can’t fail these finals Sam. And I can’t let you and Dean down on the case either. So, I’m sacrificing some sleep.” You shrug. “So what?”

“Uh, I’m pretty sure that only getting two to three hours a night is a little more than ‘some sleep’ Y/N. And forget about the case, okay? We can pass it on to another hunter. You matter more than whatever is going on right now.”

“I’m fine…really…” you say more to convince yourself than Sam. “I'm…just…” Tears silently start dripping down your face. You made no effort to start them, but you don’t make an effort to stop them either. They just sort of spill over the edges of your eyes subconsciously.

Sam looks at you super worried, unsure if he did something wrong. “Hey-hey-hey there Y/N. It’s okay. What’s wrong?” He puts his arm softly around your shoulders.

Dean walks down the hall and enters quietly. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

“School stress,” Sam informs.

“Ahh.” Dean stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, shifting around on his bowlegged knees. Due to the parenting of John Winchester, neither of your brothers had experience with this kind of thing. You let your head hang, your eyes staring at your hunting scarred hands, letting tears run onto them.

“Um…” Dean makes eye contact with Sam. What do we do? he mouths.

I don’t know. Movie? Sam mouths back.

Dean nods. “Hey, kiddo. Come take a break with us, huh? We can pull up a movie, you pick.”

You rub your tired, sad eyes. “Really?”

“Sure man. I’ll even pop some popcorn, force Sam to eat some.”

Sam rolls his eyes, but a small smile starts to form on your lips. “And if I pick something you hate?”

“I’m not saying a word,” Dean replies smoothly.

“Even if it’s something like Twilight?” you jest.

“Now hang on. We all agreed that that movie does not set foot anywhere near here.”

You give a half-laugh, wiping a few more stray tears . “You mean it?”

“Yeah. C’mon.” Sam rubs your shoulder and Dean grasps your hands hauling you off the bed. He pulls you into to a gentle hug. You take a deep whiff of his forest colored flannel; leather, gunpowder, whiskey, and campfire smoke. You begin to calm down in his arms. “School can wait for a few minutes.”

You pick your movie easily: Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Tons of action, awesome girl fighters, and a terrific plot every member of the Winchester family could enjoy.

“English subtitles?” Sam clarifies as he inserts the DVD into your player.

You flop onto your bed. “Unless you want a crash course in Chinese, yes.” The microwave beeps distantly in the kitchen. Dean shows back up munching on a giant bowl of buttery popcorn.

“I’m telling you, Sammy, you’re missing out on all the fun here.”

“Hey, you have your movie candy, I have mine.”

Sam and Dean come up on both your sides, leaving you nested in a Winchester brother sandwich. You rub your head against their flannel shirts, the reassuring roughness coaxing your eyelids to droop.

“Thanks guys,” you murmur sleepily. You pop a popcorn piece in your mouth. The greasy butter melts in your mouth as you feel your head begin to lean.

“Man, these girls kick butt Y/N. It’s like giving you a super awesome sword,” Dean comments excitedly, throwing a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

“Mmmmh?” You agree softly. Before long, you rest your head on Sam’s arm. The sounds of Chinese warriors begin to fade and then it’s too late; you’re out like a light. In the comfort and security of the two people you love most on Earth.

Sam brushes a piece hair out of your face gently. “She’s out.”

“Not too shabby for two guys who have no idea what they’re doing.” Dean looks down at you fondly. “Get some sleep kid.” Dean softly kisses the top of your head.

A smile forms around the corners of your sleepy mouth.