put this away

Just a typical NCT day...

I love how the first thing Taeyong did when he picked a room was wash his hands, our little clean bby

can you imagine him at the dorm after practice?

the boys coming back, all sweaty and stinky

they all stumble through the door, relieved to finally be able to sit down

and that moment when they realize ‘holy shit there’s a lot of us’

and freeze, looking at each other for three seconds

all of a sudden, taeyong is fucking bolting through the dorm

tripping over shoes, slipping on the jacket ten left out, knocking the dream boys out the fucking way, screaming about ‘I CALL DIBS’

jisung gets shoved into the wall, jaehyun has to cuddle a tearing up maknae

tae skids to a stop to gently shuffle jaemin out the way before resuming his panicked running

he does, in fact, trip over the hover board he told the dream bby to put away earlier and nearly breaking his knee cap

doyoung saying to yuta, ‘he does know there’s two bathrooms….right?’

taeyong slamming the bathroom door open and crashing into the shower with a sigh of relief

mark’s beautiful cackle blasting through the living room over tae nearly dying to get to the bathroom first

Lily Evans was a constellation of a million beautiful and complicated things, and James, being the person he is, could point out a whole bunch of them by now. And yet, he felt as if he didn’t know her at all. This girl with flaming red hair and a voice that never wavered… He had known her for six years now and yet each time he laid eyes on her he felt as a mathematician faced with a new puzzle. But James wasn’t a mathematician, and Lily was not, in any way, a puzzle to be solved. He didn’t want to either. He didn’t want to solve her and then put her away like a closed case. He wanted to know her. He wanted to learn all the things she was and all the things she was going to be. He wanted to see her grow, and change, and be. But even if he was fortunate enough to get that, he knew that he would never know her. Not fully, not completely. And that’s why he was in love with her, he supposed. Because Lily Evans was as infinite and ever-changing as the universe itself

[exerpt from the Trace of Mischiefs: The Story of the Marauders – coming back soon]

When the guinea pigs return.
  • Craig: TWEEEEEK
  • Tweek: What?
  • Craig: Where is my peruvian suit?
  • Tweek: What?
  • Craig: Where - is - my - peruvian -suit?
  • Tweek: I... put it away.
  • [Guinea pigs are invading South Park]
  • Craig: Where?
  • Tweek: Why do you need to know?
  • Craig: I need it!
  • [Craig rummages through another room in their condo]
  • Tweek: Uh-uh! Don't you think about running off doing no daring-do. We've been planning this dinner for two months!
  • Tweek: My evening's in danger!
  • Craig: You tell me where my suit is, man! We are talking about the greater good!
  • Tweek: 'Greater good?' I am your husband! I'm the greatest *good* you are ever gonna get!

anonymous asked:

*starts doing dangerous tricks with the torches* what? Put them away? But this is soooooo fun!

No-I…*starts having trouble to breath*

Stop that ! *comes running, rips the torches out of your hands and extinguish them* You. *glares at you* You better don’t try this shit again or I will make sure you regret it ! *turns to Nagito and walks to him slowly*

Love, Nagito, can you hear me? *takes him in his arm* You’re safe, there is no fire here. Take deep breath for me okay. We will do it together. At three. *starts breathing deeply*

*struggles a bit before imitating Hajime’s breathing pattern*

Freedom (Tig x Reader)

Request: sad Tig x reader?

You watched as he laughed with the boys at the bar. You were going to miss everything about this place. From the boy’s mugshots to all of the sluty croweathers hanging around. It’s not like you planned it this way, it was just that you couldn’t take it anymore. The late nights waiting for your man to come home that never bother to show up was getting to you. Also that he would barely even look at you anymore. In the past month you really only talk to Tig once and it was about a club party. Putting away the last few bottles at the bar, you slowly took one last look at the place. This club meant everything to you over the last few years but now it was coming to an end.

Saying goodbye to the boys for the day as they thought, you made sure to kiss your old man on the cheek before you left. You always did even if Tig barely noticed and just went on with his conversion like he always seemed to do. You let out a sigh as you made your way to your parked car. Gemma shouted from her office not to forget about the dinner at her house tomorrow as you took the day off for your plan. Smiling and shouted back that you would never miss it, she waved and you were all set to go home.

You rushed into your house with all of the boxes in hand, making sure that no one saw. If anyone saw an old lady on the run the first thing they would do is tell the club. The town feared them so they wouldn’t just let something like this slide. You didn’t need anyone at the moment ruining this for you. Packing all of your things, you made sure to leave the gifts behind that Tig gave you over the course of your relationship, not needing a reminder that wasn’t memories. When it hit dark outside in Charming you had everything packed and ready to go. Loading your car up set a feeling inside of you that you couldn’t quite get. But as you made your way passed the Charming sign you fully understood what it was. Freedom. The weight of the club and your broken relationship was finally gone and now you were free.

“TIG” Gemma shouted as she saw the curly hair man walked over to his bike. He looked at her waiting for her to go on with it. “Can you go remind your old lady about dinner? I think she might have forgotten since I told her yesterday, she isn’t picking up her phone.” Gemma thought for a moment “Have you heard from her?”

“No sorry Gem, I’ll go get her” Gemma nodded her head happily and made her way back to her office. Tig wouldn’t tell her that the only time he actually saw you lately had been at the clubhouse when you were working. He hasn’t been home in over month with all of the stress from the club he rather just stay there. Not bringing home any of the drama seemed like the right choice or as he thought. Pulling out of the lot, Tig was pretty happy to actually to be going home to you.

Disappointment washed over Tig’s face as he pulled up seeing your car gone. He thought that you were already gone to Gemma’s but was given his answer when he walked into the house. It felt different the minute he opened the door. Not really knowing why, Tig took out his gun getting ready to shoot if needed. Slowly making his way in he noticed everything was in it’s place. Still on alert he went to your guys bedroom. The gun hit the floor with a bang as he entered. His jaw dropped as he looked around the room, everything you owned was gone. Speechless, he didn’t know what to do. Where did you go? He knew that he hasn’t been the best man around lately but he didn’t think it would come to this. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the bottom drawer he laid on the bed, taking in your scent from your side. Tears fell from his eyes but he didn’t bother to wiped them. You were gone and Tig knew you weren’t coming back.

All eyes were Tig as he entered Gemma’s and Clay’s house stumbling. Clay quicking went over to him making sure he wouldn’t hurt himself. No one truly knew what was going on, only that Tig was half drunk in the kitchen but they all knew it was something bad when Tig broke down crying. He was never one for tears. Gemma made her way over the broken man with the others behind her, leaning down to him her heart broke at the slight.

“Tig baby, what’s wrong?” Tig didn’t answer just kept crying, wishing he brought the bottle of whiskey with him more than ever. “Tig did something happen?” still no answer just tears so Gemma try something, knowing where he came from. “Did you have a fight Y/N?” You weren’t here so Gemma knew it was something with you two but just didn’t know what. Tig cried harder at the sound of your name.

“She umm..” Tig was at a lost for words but managed to get out with a hoarse voice “Y/N left me” Tig looked up at everyone who now had shocked looked across their face.

“Honey how do-” Tig cut Gemma off and started to speak

“Her stuff is all gone and her phone is disconnect Gem, I knew I wasn’t good enough but I never thought she would leave without saying goodbye.” Tig brawled into Gemma chest not knowing how to get rid of the pain he felt. The clubs eyes were on their broken brother, they didn’t know that you guys weren’t alright and they wonder how come. They knew they needed to find you to fix this but if you didn’t want to be found, could they find you? Anger filled the room from what you had done. As Tig cry from pain everyone got to work to make sure you would be coming home. But Tig knew and so did Gemma as she also let tears fall. You weren’t coming home, you left this life for a reason and never looked back.

Hey my girlfriend makes me feel so safe and warm and at peace and just….happy
Like since moving to the other side of the world at 10 my life just turned upside down so much and I developed all this anxiety and depression bullshit and I just haven’t felt at home and safe and like I belong or wanted to be alive since age 10 and it’s fucked me so much but
For the first time I feel
Like I am truly content and happy and grateful to be here and alive
Like it’s not like I’m cured and never feel anxious or depressed or suicidal anymore but
All that does temporarily melt away when I’m with her and it makes every day life so much more bearable
It just feels so fucking amazing to feel happy, and to feel happy to be alive, and like I have something worth being alive for
And it’s weird and all feels fake and like it’ll stop being real any moment because I’m not used to actually feeling good but
I think my life is finally good
I just feel ok for once

The Accidental Kiss part 2
  • <p> <b></b> Riley is back at her locker. Maya finds her.<p/><b>Maya:</b> Riley Matthews, what are you doing?<p/><b>Riley:</b> Isn't it obvious? I'm putting my books away.<p/><b>Maya:</b> I meant with Farkle. He's one of your best friends and you won't talk to each other.<p/><b>Riley:</b> About that. I have a plan. I'm going to act like an adult.<p/><b>Maya:</b> You're going to talk to him?<p/><b>Riley:</b> No. I'm going to ignore my problems until it goes away.<p/><b>Maya:</b> (rolls her eyes) That's mature.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I know. Oh, you were being sarcastic, weren't you?<p/><b>Maya:</b> You need to talk to him.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I can't.<p/><b>Maya:</b> Why not?<p/><b>Riley:</b> Because.<p/><b>Maya:</b> I need more.<p/><b></b> Riley looks around to see if anybody else is in the hallway.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Because I have feelings for Farkle and I'm afraid he won't feel the same.<p/><b>Maya:</b> That's it?<p/><b>Riley:</b> What do you mean "that's it"?<p/><b>Maya:</b> Have you seen the way that Farkle looks at you?<p/><b>Riley:</b> No. How does he look at me?<p/><b>Maya:</b> The same way that Matthews looks at mashed potatoes.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Really?<p/><b>Maya:</b> He looks at you like you're his whole universe. Farkle would do anything for you. He even kept Pluto a planet in his room for you.<p/><b>Riley:</b> But why hasn't Farkle wanted to talk to me about the kiss?<p/><b>Maya:</b> He's insecure. He's going through the same thing you are. He probably doesn't think you have feelings for him.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I don't know what to say to him.<p/><b>Maya:</b> Say how you feel.<p/><b>Riley:</b> After school.<p/><b>Maya:</b> No. Now! You will find another excuse if you wait.<p/><b>Riley:</b> You can't make me.<p/><b>Maya:</b> (Smiles) Can't I?<p/><b></b> Riley's face turns pale.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Maya, don't.<p/><b></b> Maya raises her hand.<p/><b>Maya:</b> Ring Power! Now you have to.<p/><b>Riley:</b> One day, I'll get you back for this.<p/><b>Maya:</b> No you won't. Let's find Farkle and the boys.<p/><b></b> They start walking down the hallway when they see Lucas and Zay standing outside the Janitor's closet.<p/><b>Maya:</b> Um, where's Farkle?<p/><b>Zay:</b> He wouldn't talk so we did the next best thing.<p/><b>Maya:</b> And that would be....<p/><b>Lucas:</b> We locked him in this closet.<p/><b>Maya:</b> How is that the next best thing?<p/><b>Zay:</b> It's the only thing we could come up with at the time.<p/><b>Maya:</b> This is my fault.<p/><b>Riley:</b> How?<p/><b>Maya:</b> I trusted these two bozos.<p/><b>Lucas and Zay:</b> Hey!<p/><b>Maya:</b> Riley, go in there and talk to Farkle.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I can't. I don't like small spaces.<p/><b>Maya:</b> Remember you can't break the rules of ring power or there'll be consequences.<p/><b>Lucas:</b> What will happen?<p/><b>Maya:</b> You really want to find out Huckleberry?<p/><b></b> Lucas moves back.<p/><b>Lucas:</b> No.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Fine. I'll go in.<p/><b></b> Riley unlocks the door and walks in. Riley see Farkle and smiles.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Hi.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Hi.<p/><b></b> Riley closes the door. They stare at each other.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I don't know what to say.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Neither do I.<p/><b></b> Outside the closet.<p/><b>Zay:</b> So, what do you think they're talking about?<p/><b></b> Lucas and Maya glare at him.<p/><b></b> Janitor's closet.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Farkle, why can't we talk to each other anymore? We never had a problem before.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I don't know. I guess the kiss change everything.<p/><b>Riley:</b> But why? Why should we let it affect us?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> We shouldn't.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Good, because I really need to talk to my best friend.<p/><b></b> Farkle smiles.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> What do you want to talk about?<p/><b>Riley:</b> The kiss.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Oh.<p/><b></b> To be continued...<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

76 (I'm sorry this line made me laugh so much 😂) or else 42?

another anon requested 42 so i’m going to do 76!!

“please put your penis away.”

Robert felt like he was literally dying as he woke up, his stomach churning as soon as he tried to move from his position on their bed. “Oh god,” he groaned, scrambling to his feet and heading straight for their en-suite, chucking the contents of his stomach up into their toilet, tasting every shot and pint he’d had the previous night all over again.

He waited for a few minutes to make sure he wasn’t going to be sick again, padding back to their bed. Aaron was awake now too, looking pitifully sad as he laid sprawled across the end of their bed.

“Please put your penis away.” Aaron mumbled. “I feel ill enough as it is.”

“I’m a little bit offended by that.” Robert replied, searching for a pair of boxers nonetheless.

“The idea of sex makes me want to die.” Aaron explained, covering his eyes, the light of their room too much. “It’s too much moving around, I don’t think I could handle it.”

“Me either,” Robert admitted, curling into a ball beside Aaron. He didn’t remember getting home the previous night, never mind actually getting into bed, but they’d clearly made a mess of the whole process, their pillows and duvet on the floor. “Why did we drink so much last night?” 

“Adam wanted to wet the baby’s head and all that.” Aaron mumbled, reaching for Robert with a tired hand. 

“I think we wet about eighteen babies heads last night.” Robert sighed, the throbbing in his head getting worse by the second. “Vic’ll have killed him, the state he was in.”

Aaron hummed his agreement.

“We’re not leaving this bed for the rest of the day, right?”

“God no.”

OKAY. We are back from the dog park, I have put away all things that need to be put away, I have taken out large amounts of trash, I have unpacked all the boxes I got from Amazon and the one I got that wasn’t from Amazon (spoilers: it was from @eponymous-rose), I have cleaned off my desk and made my bed and deep-washed the kitchen floor and the dishwasher is running and it’s raining gently outside, and the spirit of the SR2 is watching me here to make sure all goes well.

Let’s actually play this darned game.

2 pm and I already cleaned the fridge, put the tree away (mostly) and set up the game system and kicked both kids butts. Done adulting for the day. Tomorrow will be grocery shopping and laundry.

anonymous asked:

The Horsemen trying fish and chips for the first time!!! :D

Death: Doesn’t like it initially, until you introduce him to vinegar. He literally drowns the chips in the stuff. Also, he uses so much salt you and Strife start to joke that its the reason Death’s so salty. 

War: He doesn’t like the fish much, but the chips….He loves the chips. Puts them away like they’re going out of fashion.  

Fury: She prefers the soft cod to the fried potatoes, offering the rest of which to you. Apparently, she does have a liking for mayonnaise though. 

Strife: You ever seen a horseman’s mind explode? Now you have. 

He loves fish and chips….And ketchup. 


Jack Maynard x Reader #1

Warnings: steamy af smmmuuuutttt 

Word Count: 1602

Requested: yup by @wroetominter  

Note: and i’m back with a bang! hope you love it mon ~ K 

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“Wait so you got two tickets for the concert?” you said down the phone to your best friend, well crush if you were being honest, as you put away the groceries at your flat.

“Well, of course, who else would I take you with me?” Jack replied sounding genuinely confused.

“You wanna take me?” an undeniable blush forming on your cheeks.

“Why else I would I tell you about this concert? Besides I’ve got the whole night planned, it’ll be great.”

“We tell each other everything.”

“And now I’m telling you to be ready for an awesome night next week,” he laughed.

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I put away the @petplaysf pup tent during the work week because I can’t trust Sunny alone with it. Now she’s reacquainting herself with it. All that suspicious scratching…. #petsloveplay #playsquad

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ramblings of a 3am mind...

put all pocket knives away in a shoebox somewhere in some distant dark closet
the kind you never open or at least the kind you never clean out, not fully
what are mornings for? i don’t know now, since you’re not around to wake me up with a kiss on the cheek
what are nights for? i don’t know, since you’re not around anymore to talk me through the demon dance, or hold my hand as we walk aimlessly, with purpose
and days… god, those are the hardest. nothing but fear beating me up, relentlessly, no rest for my anxiety, clawing at my heart, calling me nasty names, all the time, hour to hour to hour…

what happened to us?
you’ll never see me again
what happened to us?
i’ll never see you again
what happened to us?
the ending has been spoiled

/// partially inspired by the music of new radicals and florence + the machine ///