I started my day with a relaxing run at 7 am followed by this amazing breakfast full of healthy fats: chocolate coconut yogurt, chocolate granola, banana, cacao nibs, chia pudding and hemp seeds. The rest of my day was spent in the library studying :)
Young David Bowie: *is a creative musician who influences music and encourages others to make art and be themselves*
*publicly calls out MTV for ignoring POC artist*
*waves his bisexuality so intensely that he’s one of the few celebrities that the media DOESN’T actually erase his sexuality*
*tells gender norms to piss off and supports trans individuals*
Old David Bowie: *dies after long, brutal battle with cancer*
Angry tumblr slacktivists: “You know he did drugs and some people say that some groupies who he slept with were underage and despite little to no evidence, that completely dismantles any good that he could have done ever, he was a terrible person.”
I can’t put a readmore cuz I’m on my phone but here have this horrible batjokes Drabble I wrote
“I hate you.” Joker whispers, and Batman grins and leans closer.
“I hate you more.” He murmurs, and Joker looks so happy that he might start crying.
“I hate you most.”
“Are we not going to talk about that?” Joker asks, and Batman raises an eyebrow.
“Talk about what?” He asks, and Joker throws his hands up in frustration.
“I thought we already did talk about us?”
“We almost kissed.” There it is. Batman grimaces and looks away, cheeks colouring lightly. “In fact, I’m willing to bet that if Barbara hadn’t been there we-”
“Aren’t bets more Harvey’s thing?” He interrupts, suddenly fearful of where this conversation is headed.
He turns to flee, and almost screams when he finds Joker standing right behind him. His fist flies out on instinct to punch the possible threat, and Joker catches his fist with ease and simply raises an eyebrow.
“Batman,” He begins, and the man in the suit hates how his heart jumps. “Why won’t-”
“Listen-” Batman tries to protest, panicking internally. “I have a lot going on right now and I-”
“Don’t you give me that classic Bruce Wayne line.” Joker snorts, and Batman freezes. “You’re just like him,” He continues, and the bat relaxes slightly. “Always running away from people that are interested-”
“Hey! Bruce Wayne does /not/ run away!” He defends himself immediately. “And neither does Batman!”
“That’s what you’re doing right now, Batman.”
“You don’t even know who I really am.” He protests weakly, and at the skeptical look he receives he presses on. “Under the mask, I mean.”
Joker steps closer, and Batman doesn’t remember when they had gotten so close.
“Then let me see.” He murmurs, and his fingers grasp the edge of the mask.
Batman’s heart pounds nervously as Joker carefully lifts the mask, dropping it unceremoniously to the ground with a dull thud.
“Bruce Wayne.” He whispers in awe, and Bruce nervously averts his gaze.
“Joker.” He murmurs in acknowledgement, and the Joker chuckles softly.
“I never suspected it would be you,” He admits, gaze roaming the ravens face. “But I’m not disappointed whatsoever.”
“I hate you.” He whispers fondly, and Bruce’s cheeks colour.
“I hate you too.” His hands blindly grasp Joker’s hips, and then their lips meet.
Bruce would be lying if he didn’t feel as if his heart had stopped beating when their lips met, and he immediately clutches the psychopathic clown closer to himself, their chests firmly pressing together, Jokers fingers playing with the hair at the nape of Bruce’s neck.
When they part, some of Joker’s lipstick has smeared onto Bruce’s lips, and Joker grins and lets out a laugh.
“It’s suits you, Brucie.”
“Brucie?” Bruce asks, eyebrows raised, and Joker only winks and turns to walk away.
“I have plans with Harley, but I’ll see you tomorrow, Batman.”
Bruce’s hand lifts to cover his lips and he can’t help but smile.
calum falling asleep with his head resting on your chest and legs in between yours, completely relaxed as you run your fingers through his hair and kiss his forehead. you think he’s asleep when all of sudden his gruff voice from not speaking for a while says,“i love you so much” without even lifting his head or opening his eyes. “i love you too cal” “im so happy you do” he’d whisper before finally letting himself sleep
For starters, I just wanna say those are some nice “bedroom eyes” ya got going on there Jensen. (Platonic friends always look at each other like that.) ;)
And Wow! You should probably feed ‘your boy’ cause he’s looking awful hungry in that second gif. (It’s Definitely not a love bite. Nope. Not at all.)
Also, I love how Jared completely relaxes as you run your fingers through his hair. (That’s totally a normal thing for two friends to do.)
And those declarations of
“I need you.”
“He and I are more than co-stars these days.”
And “we were made for each other.” Those are without a doubt things you say about a friend and don’t at all imply that you are madly in love with each other. Right?… right?
listening to harrys solo album before it comes out? cute/smutty?? please :D
Okay, so imagine that you are the FIRST person to hear it, in entirety, other than Harry himself. Like, maybe Jeff has heard a few tracks and the record label has gotten some samples, but you’re hearing it from start to finish.
You’ve got the album blasting out of your stereo, sitting on the couch with your head tilted back and your eyes closed as you listen. Harry is sitting beside you, anxiously, his knee bouncing up and down. You don’t say a word between songs, but there’s a constant smile on your face throughout the whole thing.
The only time your expression changes is when one particular song comes on. The words just feel too familiar and you slowly open your eyes and blink over at Harry.
“Harry, is this…is this one about me?”
Harry pauses the record and turns to face you.
“S’that okay? I tried not to make it really obvious, but - “
Your arms are around his neck and your lips are on his before he even has a chance to finish his sentence. Once you finally pull back, there are tears in your eyes.
“I love it,” you whisper, “And I love you. This is the most amazing album I’ve ever heard, and this song is the most incredible, sweet, thoughtful song you’ve ever written.”
Harry relaxes and runs his hands up and down your waist.
“You really like it?”
Harry kisses you again and pulls you down on top of him while he lays with his back on the couch.
“I love you,” he says, “Couldn’t have done all this without you.”
You kiss for a while, forgetting that there are still a few more songs to listen to, until Harry finally pulls back.
I would love to request something! I remember in the comics, Betty one day passes out from exhaustion; can you write something about Betty trying to keep up with school, a few jobs, extracurriculars, and being INCREDIBLY stressed out about it? (Obviously with a little pre-relationship Jughead thrown in, trying to cheer her up) ;)
Sure! This one might be a little fluffy!
Woah. Where did that head ache come from?
All day Betty had been feeling light on her feet, her knees were a little wobbly and her vision had been blurring.
Shaking her shoulders, she put a hand to her forehead. Probably a head cold. She had been out late last night in the rain, Kevin needed her help sneaking out to meet up with his boyfriend.
And then there was the 3 am cram session for her calculus test, not to mention Ronnie had made her help work on the newest cheerleading routine during her free period.
She just needed rest.
Obviously not today, she had promised professor flutesnoot she would help him organize a bake sale for the science club, and Archie had practically begged her to look at his car, apparently the battery wasn’t working properly.
“Bets? You okay?” She looked up to meet the concerned eyes of Jughead jones.
Oh yeah she forgot to mention the dead line for this weeks edition of the blue and gold was tomorrow.
“I’m fine juggie, just a headache.” She smiled weakly.
Putting his pencil down, he moved to lean on her desk, placing a cool hand to her forehead.
She closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling of cold to hot.
“Betty, you look exhausted. Have you gotten any sleep at all this week?”
She sighed softly.
“Oh sure, yeah I sleep all the time. You know how my mom is, the pills she keeps me on make me feel more tired than I actually am.” She suggested
His eyes hardened at the mention of her mother, but he took her hand and gently led her to the ugly plaid couch they had dragged out.
“Why don’t you rest? Take a nap, I’m sure I can handle finishing the rest of the edits. I’ll wake you up before last period.”
She shook her head “no juggie, I can’t let you do that, I’m fine, my head feels better already!” She tried to be convincing but the sway to her step gave her away.
His hands immediately went to her shoulders to steady her
“As convincing as that was, I’m gonna have to disagree. Sleep. I’m not gonna have my very favorite investigative journalist pass out on me. I know my rippling muscles may look strong, but I’m not sure I could carry you all the way home” he said with a smirk and an eyebrow raise.
She laughed drowsily, laying down she realized just how tired she was.
“Okay but just for a few minutes! You’ve gotta wake me up.”
He laughed moving to go sit back at his desk
“You got it champ.”
Rolling her eyes, she was asleep in seconds.
She felt her shoulders being shaken softly and heard the gentle voice
“Wake up sleeping beauty, the bells about to ring.”
She looked into the smiling face of Jughead jones.
There were definitely worse ways to wake up.
She hadn’t even realized she had said that out loud until he barked out a laugh.
“Oh yeah? I would think that would be a nightmare.”
“What time is it?” She said jumping up
“Calm down speedy, you only slept for an hour.”
“An hour?! Oh god my moms gonna kill me, I promised I would email my volunteer officer within the hour.” Her fingers went to dig into her palms , but long smooth fingers were covering hers before she got the chance.
“Hey listen to me. You’re fine, you have got to relax. You can’t keep running yourself dry like this, it’s not safe and it’s not healthy.”
She slumped into his arms, tears finally falling
“I know..I.. I’m just so tired juggie” she choked out
He rubbed her back gently, pulling her tighter into him
“I know, I know.”
They had missed the last period bell and jughead gently pulled away.
“What do you say we blow this joint and grab a milkshake at pops? Then I’ll walk you home and you’ll get some sleep.”
You and Lip are engaged and when you find out you’re pregnat you are scared to tell him
It’s been almost a year since you and Lip are engaged. You met him at high school when he was ‘’dating’’ Karen.
When you first saw him you were training for a competition and he was staring at you all the time which made you smile. Back then you were a year younger and everything was like a teenage novel until that girl Karen got pregnant and everyone, including yourself though it was his.
He was devasted when they discovered it wasn’t and when she left. By that time you and him had become something like friends, but you didn’t want to be just friends with him, you wished he fell in love with you and it became true months later.
When he entered college you tried to stay in contact with him, but it was quiet difficult. For some time you though he was seeing someone and you started a fight with him that weirdly ended with him giving you a ring tab from a beer can.
And now you were almost crying in the bathroom because you were pregnant and scared about his reaction. You were there the last time something like this happended, he told you what Fiona said to him and you didn’t want to give them any problems. You weren’t even sure what you wanted to do with your life and now you were going to have to think about the little person you were carrying.
The only thing that scared you the most was if what is Lip going to say.
‘’What if he doesn’t want me anymore?’’
- Hey Y/N What is taking you so long?- you heard him calling for you from downstairs.
- Just a minute!- you shouted trying to keep yourself together.
‘’How am I going to tell him?’’ ‘’What if I just get an abortion and I don’t ever tell him?’’ ‘’No. I don’t have the courage. Or the money’’
You washed your face and took a deep breath before going downstairs forgetting your pregnancy test in the bathroom.
You came back to the house four hours later because you weren’t feeling good.
- Are you sure you are Ok?- he asked you holding one of your hands.
- Yes. It’s just that I might have eatten something bad.- you answered smiling.
- Why didn’t you tell me!?- Fiona and the others came to us all smiling.
- What are you talking about?- said Lip very confused.
You suddenly remembered about the test you forgot in he bathroom and your face changed from happy to scared in a second. Fiona and the others noticed about that.
- Please let me tell him.- you said nervous.
- What is happening?- his face was all confused and worried.
- We have to talk.- you realized how bad it sounded the moment his lips started to shake.- Oh my god! I’m not breaking up with you.
- Oh, thank god. I was about to have a heart attack.-
- The thing I want to tell you about is very complicated. I’ll understand if you don’t want to…
- I’m…- you took a deep breath before telling him.- I’m pregnant and it’s yours.
- Don’ get up. I’ll go. You just have to relax.- he said running to the kitchen.
- Oh my lord, Lip. I’m just pregnant, you don’t have to bring me everything.- at first you loved this treat he gave you, but with time it was getting quit annoying.- You just go to class already and leave me here for christ sake.
- No. What if something happened when Im not here? Who is going to bring you water?
- Lip! If you don’t go to class right now I might slap you in the face for getting on my nerves.- you said pushing him outside.- Go to class!
‘’If he was protective before, now is even more’’
I hope you like it, love.
I didn’t want it to be to short or to long, but I think it’s nice and I hope I get more requests for Shameless now that season 7 is about to start
“I missed you, so much,” Your voice was so small and almost inaudible over the sound of the movie playing distantly on your boyfriend’s tv. However, as the two of you were lying so close and cuddled warmly against each other, he heard you nonetheless.
Stiles couldn’t help but press a soft kiss to your exposed neck and then to your smooth lips at your timid confession before tightening his arms around your body. “I missed you too, more than you know.” A smile graced your lips at his whispered words as you intertwined your fingers with his; your focus was solely on the boy cuddled next to you, forgetting about the movie completely and utterly.
Stiles had only just escaped from the Wild Hunt as of much earlier that morning but due to the fact that the pack still had to destroy the Ghost Riders on limited time, there had been no time to fully relax and catch up on stolen time until now, and you and him were taking full advantage of the quiet while you could, before the craziness of college or any other supernatural disaster occurred.
A quiet yawn past Stiles’ lips before he snuggled his head further into the crook of your neck, “will you stay here with me?”
“Of course,” Your words were filled with security and you felt him relax against you, relief running through his veins. He wouldn’t say it aloud unless absolutely necessary, but he felt so small and alone being trapped in that train station without his friends or family, especially you. And he didn’t want to be away from you any longer. He couldn’t be away from you any longer; it would drive him insane.
Your tired, (y/e/c) eyes flickered down and immediately noticed Stiles’ eyes fluttered shut and soft snores escaping from his parted lips. After a while, you found yourself in a trance, glancing down at the boy you loved more than anything with a subconscious smile gracing your features and fully fledged heart-eyes.
Before you even realised, your fingers were coming up and gently running through his dark hair. You froze for a second when a quiet sigh emitted from him as your initial thought was that you had awoken him. But, when he continued to let out calm, restful breaths, you giggled to yourself quietly and pressed your lips delicately to his temple.
As silent as you could possibly be, you grabbed the tv remote and clicked the bright red button in the top right-hand corner, the room emitting into darkness at your action.
Trying to be still, you then carefully fumbled around with the blanket before gently tossing it over both yours and Stiles’ bodies. You cuddled back into your boyfriend after you got comfortable and he subconsciously does the same in his sleep, snuggling closer to you as almost inhumanly possible as he can before mumbling a quiet and muffled, “I love you,” through his sleepy and drowsiness, his lips slightly pouted towards you as if he were requesting.
“And I love you,” You let out a loving chuckle at your boyfriend’s antics before pressing a sweet kiss onto said pouted lips and then laying your head onto one of his soft pillows, sleep encasing you almost instantaneously all whilst thinking about how lucky you were to have the boy you loved back home and safe, with you.
100 lyric starters taken from ‘wild world’ by bastille. change pronouns/sentence structure if necessary!
❝ so, what would you little maniacs like to do first? ❞ ❝ what’s gunna be left of the world when you’re not in it? ❞ ❝ every minute and every hour i miss you more ❞ ❝ if you want to be a party animal you have to learn to live in the jungle ❞ ❝ stop worrying and go and get dressed ❞ ❝ you might have to excuse me, i’ve lost control of all of my senses ❞
❝ think about the power of your words ❞ ❝ oh my god, i can’t quite believe my ears ❞ ❝ you’re making me feel nervous ❞ ❝ i need to clear my head ❞ ❝ how can you think you’re serious? ❞ ❝ do you even know what year it is? ❞
AN ACT OF KINDNESS.
❝ kind of hoping this will turn me round ❞ ❝ and now it follows me every day ❞ ❝ it caught me by surprise ❞ ❝ my back’s up against the wall ❞ ❝ i feel guilty ❞
❝ never good, just the bad and the ugly ❞ ❝ nothing quite like seeing the world through the tv’s window ❞ ❝ i can’t stop thinking about it ❞ ❝ tell me, did you see the news tonight? ❞ ❝ hold me in this wild, wild world ❞
❝ did you ever feel like they were ringing true? ❞ ❝ not everything had gone to plan ❞ ❝ we made the best of what we had, you know ❞ ❝ all their words were glory ❞ ❝ stop looking up for heaven ❞