on the wall of my room

The signs as things I've done while drunk
  • Aries: stole an entire bottle of champagne from my friends, ran, and drank the whole thing by myself under a tree
  • Taurus: asked my friends parents if I could make weed brownies as a joke and they said yes
  • Gemini: talked to a friend about the universe for an entire hour in some random person's yard at 2 am
  • Cancer: held my friends hair back while she threw up, put pj's on her, and tucked her into bed
  • Leo: danced on a bar in front of a wall that said "fuck yeah" with an American flag
  • Virgo: made plans with a complete stranger to go see Niagara Falls (I live in Florida)
  • Libra: when my dad's girlfriend asked for a lighter, I misheard her and ran to my room and grabbed my weed because I thought she said "light up" let's just say my dad wasn't happy
  • Scorpio: kissed three guys within the span of 2 hours
  • Sagittarius: went driving with friends (a sober person was driving dw) and had a titanic moment through my sun roof by myself (it was magical)
  • Capricorn: destroyed two grown ass men in beer pong my first time playing
  • Aquarius: went to a party with a friend when we heard a girl say "hey are we going skiing tonight?" (aka doing coke). My friend and I just looked at each other and got tf out of there
  • Pisces: grabbed a blanket and fell asleep in about 10 different places in my friend's house

anonymous asked:

Ritsu could learn intangibility to go with his disassociation

this has been sitting in my inbox for a while and holyfuck i laugh every time i look at it. Like, could u imagine? if his intangibility happened when he was disassociating.

like he’s just walking to school, his soul not in his body. he doesnt even notice it when he walks right through a lamp post. Or hes chillin in his room, staring at a wall. the next thing he knows he’s on the ground floor. but he never notices. he just thought that he, like, walked out of his room and downstairs and doesnt remember it. or something

ritsu once somewhat caused a car accident without realizing it when he was walking across a street, head in the clouds, and a car phased right through him. The driver freaked out and slammed right into a building. he kept walking

Sappy Mushy Romantic-Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Reader sucks at getting sleep, but her boyfriend’s shirt keeps her warm n cozy (”is that my shirt?” prompt, requested). Basically fluff with little to o plot, its literally less than 500 words bc I couldn’t think of a creative or original plot so enjoy my sucky writing! hope you like it @ anon!!!

Warnings: none, unless swearing counts

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An irritating buzzing sound was the first thing I heard when I woke up Friday morning. I groaned in protest at my alarm clock, blindly reaching for my phone and checking the time.6:15
Great, I had literally only gotten two hours’ worth of sleep. Today was going to suck ass.
I sat up in my bed, yawning, and staring at the wall across my room for a solid minute before getting up and grabbing some clothes from my closet, throwing little to no effort in what I wore. Today’s pick was a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a navy-blue sweater. Not far from what I usually wore, except a little more boyish and the sweater was huge on me. I tiredly made my way to my bathroom, brushing my teeth and putting my hair up, and doing a very minimal amount of makeup, just some mascara and concealer, really. I had stayed up all night, but that was my business, and I didn’t need people poking and prodding and asking questions.
There was a knock at my door before my boyfriend, Jughead Jones, stuck his head in.
“Hey, I’m a bit early today, but I have some news about Jas- Is that my shirt?” I raised my eyebrow and looked back down at the sweater, realization hitting me.
“Huh, guess it is.” I shrugged my shoulders, too tired to be embarrassed.” I can change if you w-“
“No! No, no, it’s okay, really.” Jughead smiled, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.” I mean, you should wear it, it looks nice, really brings out your eyes…..” Jughead trailed off, scratching the back of his neck.
“Is the Jughead Jones suggesting that his girlfriend play the disgustingly cheesy wear-your-boyfriend’s-clothes card?” I taunted, stepping closer to my boyfriend. Jughead scoffed unconvincingly, sputtering.
“Please? Me? You’re crazy.” Jughead crossed his arms.
“Oh, Juggie.” I sighed happily, uncrossing his arms and intertwining his fingers with mine.” Underneath that cold, hard, edgy exterior you cover yourself in, there’s a sappy, mushy romantic, begging to break out.” I teased my boyfriend, standing on the tips of my toes and pressing my lips lightly to the bottom of his jaw, the only place I could reach.
“We should get going, I wanna go to Pop’s and get breakfast.” Jughead tilted his head down to look at me, a slight smile playing on the ends of his lips. I leaned against his chest, puckering mine slightly. Jughead rolled his eyes, the smile becoming bigger, and leaned down to give me a quick kiss. I grabbed my backpack from my bed and followed my boyfriend down the stairs and out my front door, walking hand in hand to our favorite diner.

the-three-voices-in-my-head  asked:

I want to know all the answers go those asks XD

Okie dokie here we go!!

1. Who is your biggest inspiration? Hm, I would have to say Maya Angelou! 

2. Favorite childhood TV show? Wonderpets XD

3. First crushes name? Joesph ;)

4. First letter of current crushes name? Oh dear some of my friends follow me XD…. N….

5. Description/Picture of room. Pale blue walls, one window, desk against  window, dresser in closet, no closet door, bed on wall opposite to the window 

6. Three words to describe yourself. Dramatic, caring, and anxious

7. Most embarrassing public moment. I told Donald Rumsfelt to wait his turn to his face when I was 5…

8. Favorite app? Tumblr ;)

9. Favorite animal? Bunny :3

10. Favorite type of mythology? Norse or Greek!

11. Favorite childhood toy? Baby Alive *shudders*

12. Tumblr role model? LOTS. OF. PEOPLE.. @crispyninjadonut @theinsidiouscinnamonroll @the-three-voices-in-my-head @realdimerald @alexfierrno :)

13. Favorite ship? Klance

14. Age? 14 :)

15. What were you like 2 years ago? An absolute b**ch

16. Where do you see yourself in 2 years? Dying in high school

17. Biggest regret. Not trying to fix things with certain friends

18. Funniest pick-up line. Are you a magician? because when i look at you everyone else DISAPPERES

19. Nerd or Geek? Neek

20. Creative or analytical? Both

21. Qualities you look for in a S/O. Funny, kind, smart, loving, able to communicate

22. Qualities you look for in a friend. Funny kind smart good listener

23. Earliest memory. My neck surgery 

24. Name three interests. Nursing, baking, and writing

25. Five words to describe your fashion style. black, pastel, fandom, v-neck, skirts

Holy shit my boss gifted me a skull of a racka sheep ram with MASSIVE HUGE horns for my birthday today

Google it. They’re humongous.

This thing has been hanging on the wall inside near the office for nearly 40 years, and I’ve been eyeballing it for nearly 10. Hinted often enough that if they ever decide to get rid of it, I’d be interested in taking it off their hands, I’ve been wanting that thing since day one XD.

They removed it from the wall over a year ago during a renovation and I hadn’t seen it since, and today my boss was all like “Here! Happy 30th birthday, have a dead sheep :D“ lmao. And yes, that sort of stuff does make me very happy, this skull will be a very proud piece in my vulture culture collection.

Now to give it a very horough cleaning because 40 years on a dusty wall did it no favors, and to figure out on what wall in my living room to hang it. Maybe I’ll post a photo when it’s up. ^__^

i want to be topless in an apartment overlooking the eiffel tower wearing expensive underwear and drinking a screwdriver made with cherry vodka out of a champagne glass rimmed with real gold while sitting on my pink satin sheets on my heart shaped bed with heart shaped pillows. i one of my cats with the hand that is not holding my drink. the walls of my room are burgundy, and the light from the eiffel tower paints my them gold.

hamiltonyay  asked:

54 anxiety Jas

hope this is okay :)

“It’s so crowded in here.”

The people span from wall to wall, taking up almost every inch of the room that the cast of Hamilton had rented out to spend time together. Everyone mingled and talked over the music while they sipped on their drinks, enjoying their time together after finishing shows and welcoming in the day off the next day.

It doesn’t take long for Anthony to realize that Jasmine seems off not long after they arrive, looking across the room to where she had been standing with some of the girls, the look on her face telling him everything he needed to know.

Anthony excuses himself from the conversation he was in, making his way across the room, gently pulling Jasmine away from her conversation. “Hey, you okay?” He questions, reaching up to push a lock of hair behind her ear. Jasmine takes a deep breath, managing to lift her head so she can look up at him.

“It’s so crowded in here,” She mumbles just loud enough for Anthony to hear over the music, Anthony taking a deep breath, knowing that he needed to stay calm.

Without saying a word Anthony takes his girlfriend’s hand and leads her outside to where the cool air can brush against their faces, immediately feeling like he was able to breathe. Jasmine brings herself against Anthony’s chest and using the steady beat of his heart to steady her breathing, letting the traffic going by and the faint thumping of the music back inside being the only noise the two of them heard.

“Thank you,” Jasmine whispers when she feels better, pulling herself out of his chest to look up at him. “You always know just what to do.”

Anthony shrugs, leaning forward to kiss her forehead as he doesn’t let go of her hands. “You’re fine, you know? I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” He promises, just as he does every other time. Jasmine nods in agreement like always, giving him the smallest of smiles.

“If you want to go home, we can. We’ve been here a while anyway and it’s getting late,” Anthony offers, and it’s an offer Jasmine immediately takes him up on, taking his hand so they can make their way back inside.

They stay just long enough to walk through and say their goodbyes to the people that they could find, grabbing the rest of their things before they were back out, making their way towards the train so they can go home. Anthony can feel the uneasiness in his girlfriend still, holding her hand the whole way home, not letting go until they’re back in their apartment.

Jasmine pulls herself just a little closer to Anthony that night, still feeling the anxiety coursing through her despite the fact that she was feeling much better minutes after they had gotten out of the situation. It was times like these when she was grateful to have someone who cared as much as Anthony did, knowing that she was going to bed kay, and Anthony wasn’t going to let anything happen to her.

thisbirdhadflown  asked:

Lick

For an upcoming Mercival ficlet, prompted by @elletromil :D

Before he can say anything else Merlin is shoving him back into the room and kicking the door closed behind them. His mouth is on Percy’s, tongue demanding entrance as his hands push the towel off his hips so he can grab his arse. Percy lets himself be pushed against the wall, opening his mouth and letting Merlin lick his way inside.

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.

my ideal house of the future aesthetics:

plants everywhere in every room

big ass windows

a light sign above my bed that says “sunshine” in yellow

one of those cupboards that has little compartments for individual neck ties

a glass vase in the bathroom with lush bathbombs that I restock once a month like a reverse period where it’s something that relieves stress and makes me feel awesome

a guest room where everything is white and sometimes when I’m stressed I just go in and paint the walls then paint it all white again to remind me that stress is temporary 

a kitchen with at least some copper utensils and thick wood chopping boards and white bricks

union jack pillows in the living room

lots of books

anonymous asked:

Rob's 5 musts for Mill - 1) top of the line Chef's kitchen with all the latest applicances 2) large bedroom/en suite bathroom/walkin closet sanctuary for him and Aaron including huge bed. 3) big patio and landscaped garden that includes outdoor grill/kitchen 4) the latest smart home technology that allows Rob to control everything from his phone including secruity system/cameras 5) A spare bedroom for a future child. Rob really does want children.

Liv’s 5 musts for the Mill - these were my toughest since I’m not a teenage girl LOL. 1) The ability to design and decorate her own room and en suite bathroom as she wants. 2) A teen/party/game/hang out room. Mine included a pool table/stereo/TV/Fridge back in my day 3) A pool in the back garden 4) air conditioning. Liv hates to sweat. 5) Liv wants a picture wall in the living room or hallway that allows her to hanging all types of family pictures of their family and extended family.

these are so cute oh my goodness

Bees

I lay on my bed
that crummy old mattress on the floor of my room
that had to be a factory defect
because no sheets ever fit it
I have been here since May
only now is it being molded into a dwelling
that reflects who I am
AFI shirts on the wall
a thrift store painting
that reminds me of my drives through New Mexico
books everywhere,
laptops everywhere,
cats
it still doesn’t feel like home
Why was I whispering into my phone
when I’m the only one here?
Maybe because
I never thought those words
would leave my lips
Because face to face
I am so shy
none of this would be possible
I don’t know what to say
always sure this time will be the last
because of breaking some protocol
I just don’t know about
That’s what I like about us I guess
you’re more a genteman than you ever let on
and I am far more of a slut
than I would allow anyone to know
except you
I lay there on the bed
under the a/c unit there is hardly a need for anymore
shaking but not cold
flushed but not from fever
unable to stand if my life depended on it
my skin tingling furiously
as if suddenly invaded
by swarms of busy bees
seeking for honey in my blood
and suddenly you break from the role
and ask if I am having fun
I thought I was doing all this for you
but maybe you were doing it for me
and I don’t know how to react to that
because I am so unused to even the tiniest drop of kindness
that it is like responding to a foreign language
and not knowing the customs
When the bees under my skin stopped buzzing
I feel into a dreamless sleep
but woke up smiling

3

Here’s an unlikely reason to be late for work, but it happened today.

Just as I was getting my shoes on, I heard Bobbin raising a fuss in my sewing room. He was tearing around in pursuit of a bright green chameleon. He actually jumped halfway up the wall and got him.

I got Bobbin to drop him, escorted the cat out of the room, and spent another five minutes trying to catch the frantic lizard.

By the time I caught him (and released him outside to enjoy a long life of eating insects), he’d nearly finished turning brown.

Happy ending, except for Bobbin, who didn’t get to keep his very first catch.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.