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Into It (V)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Suho

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 4,219

Summary:  Suho is the mysterious new kid on campus. No one knows much about him, except that he seems to have a certain attraction to you.

Originally posted by lifemindwalker88


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Tips to MaDD-ers that need to sleep!

Hi guys! One of our main problems that the MaDD community talks about a lot is sleeping. Night time is one of the best times to daydream for a lot of us, and “regular” sleeping tips just don’t work out. Make sure all the lights are off? Been there, done that. Make sure your room is cool by opening a window? Does that actually help anybody, or does it just send the fear of bugs getting into your room at night like it does for me. Play some relaxing music? C’mon now, that’s just the worst idea I’ve ever heard.

So many things that are helpful for neurotypicals just becomes triggers for us, and that often results in succumbing to daydreaming and being tired in the morning. They don’t work. So I thought I would share some of the things I do to keep me asleep when I need to.

#1: Wear a sleep mask. They keep your eyes closed, and at least for me, that helps a lot. When I can’t pace, my eyes are what keep me daydreaming, so closing them and keeping them shut really helps. They also put pressure on your eyes, which helps lessen the pain of headaches, another problem that keeps me up at night. Some of us don’t have that much money, but there are really cheap sleep masks on eBay that come pretty fast on free shipping.

#2: Listen to a really boring story. The podcast “Sleep with Me” uploads every Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday, and it’s all about this guy who talks in a calming voice telling stories that are never good daydreaming fuel. Currently every Sunday, he relays episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation and they are some of my favorite things to fall asleep to, because I never liked the show. If you have access to a podcast service, it’s likely to be on there. Otherwise, google the site and there are archives of older episodes. Give it a try and see how it works!

#3: Hug something while you sleep. This is really just my personal preference, but squeezing a pillow or stuffed animal while going to sleep really helps relax my mind and keep me focused on something that isn’t daydreaming. Bonus: Putting a pillow between your legs helps relax the muscles for anybody with RLS (restless leg syndrome) or fidgeting problems.

This isn’t that long of a list, but we all work differently and react differently. This is just a starter list, and anybody is welcome to add on ideas that they use to help them fall asleep when the urge to daydream is intense. I hope this helps!

Gobber and Spitelout’s reaction

               Hiccup gulped nervously before taking a deep breath, building up enough courage to open the door to the Forge and step inside.

               “Laddie! Good to see you!” Gobber called out instantly, waving a hand in the air in greeting. The noise of the stone slowed and then stopped, allowing Gobber to toss aside the weapon and come over to give Hiccup a hearty pat on the back. “Didn’t know you were coming to Berk!”

               “Uh… had some… news for Dad.” Hiccup mumbled quietly with a small smile. “Er- you haven’t seen him, have you?”

               “Not since this morning.” Gobber replied, stepping away and tossing a leather apron in Hiccup’s arms. “While you’re waiting, give me a hand, will you? Seeing as how I only have… one.” Gobber chortled at his own joke, while Hiccup’s smile just widened.

               “I’d love to, Gobber… but I really need to find Dad.”

               Gobber quirked an eyebrow in suspicion, before yanking a lever and sending a barrel of weapons catapulting through the air and against a wall, Gobber cursing slightly at the mistake.

               “Sorry!” He shouted, scurrying to pick them up off the floor.

               Hiccup tossed the apron aside and rushed forward to assist the blacksmith, picking up the barrel of items once finished and tucking them in a corner. “Uh- I k-kinda need to-“ He murmured, inching towards the doorway. “find Dad…”

               “Something on your mind, Hiccup?” Gobber asked, placing hand and prosthetic against his hips. “You’re- stuttering again. Only do that when you’re lying or have a secret.”

               “I-I do?” Hiccup frowned and cleared his throat. “I-I do not…”

               “Well, you keep doing it. So out with it.” Gobber leaned against the work table, sending the wood creaking and bending slightly. “Come now, I’m not waiting here all day. And if you don’t tell me, I’ll… I’ll…” his voice trailed off. “Well, I’ll do something. And I’ll bet you won’t like it either. So, spill.”

               Hiccup stared at him blankly for a moment, before shaking his head and continuing towards the door. “No, really, Gobber. It’s nothing. Besides- I’m sure you’ll learn about it tonight…” Hiccup added the last as an afterthought, murmuring it under his breath.

               “Tonight, aye?” Gobber said thoughtfully. “Come on Hiccup! This is old Gobber you’re talking to! You can trust me.”

               Hiccup glared at him, while Gobber just leaned forward and smiled hopefully. “Come on…” He encouraged.

               Hiccup let out a huff of air before spinning about, ready to give it up. It was strange- how he wanted to tell, and yet he didn’t want to tell. Heck, one side of him wanted to scream it to the world, while the other part of him wanted to run off and harbor it to himself.

               “Er-“

               “You almost told me that time! JUST DO IT, for Thor’s sake!” Gobber exploded, eyeing his apprentice in concern. “You’re starting to worry me…”

               “Nothing’s wrong!” Hiccup reassured while holding up his hands. “N-nothing at all… it’s… uh- good news.”

               Gobber froze in mid step, turning about slowly to stare at Hiccup, who fidgeted nervously. “Good news?”

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My yard is infested with these adorable animate hairpieces. They look soft and cuddly, but if you ever see one of these (common in the US south), DO NOT TOUCH! Those hairs conceal heavy duty spines capable of injecting a highly potent venom. Even a light brush is enough to send some people to the ER.

I had heard about flannel moth caterpillars soon after I moved to Texas, and I made a mental note to not touch anything unless I knew for sure that it couldn’t hurt me (hasn’t kept me from getting bitten but I have never been stung because I was an idiot!). I was *hoping* that Texas was overrun by these guys, but after four years of not seeing one, I gave up.

… then I moved out to the country. And these babies are EATING MY PLUM SAPLING. I suspected these were the flannel moth caterpillars because of the joke about them looking like they escaped from the head of a particular unpopular individual, but they are TINY! and all of the photos online show mature caterpillars, not young ones. However, the family is distinct in that they have 7 pairs of prolegs (their little suction cup “feet”–more than usual for caterpillars!), and guess who was showing off 14 little prolegs today?

I was a little unnerved at first. I go out into the yard every day to manhandle plants to feed to the other caterpillars, and last night I found this beautiful fluffy baby eating a leaf in the stick insect tank. Did I mention these are highly venomous? That a sting on your finger can cause shooting pain and swelling up to your shoulder? Not exactly something I want to accidentally grab. So now I go out in the sweaty 90+ degree weather wearing vinyl gloves in the hope that they will save me.

So add flannel moths to the list of caterpillars invading my kitchen. The adults are totally harmless and look like fluffy teddy bears with wings. I’m trying to exercise moderation and NOT end up with hundreds of caterpillars again, so I only have four fluffy hairpieces.

PS: HAPPY MOTH WEEK EVERYONE!!!

June 12, 2017

a/n: i’m finally getting around to writing these!

gotta get with you

1. The first person who recognises it is Snape.

It’s Winter, and it’s as if he actually cares what Granger does with her life, really, it’s just that he looks for any excuse to take points from her house, and this is no exception.

So, when he notices her eyes lingering on Fleur Delacour as she passes the open dungeon door, he snaps his fingers and the door slams shut.

“Miss Granger, while it is rather nice to have peace in this classroom for once instead of having to endure your relentless chatter, you fail to keep focus on your potion.” He snaps. “Five points from Gryffindor!”

Hermione bites her tongue - she knows better than to talk back - and crosses her arms over her chest.

“So, you’ve got a thing for blondes, do you Granger?” Malfoy sneers.

Hermione remains silent, but no-one can blame for sending a mis-fired hex his way, can they?

//

2. The second person who notices is Ron.

It’s Christmas Day, and he and Hermione are playing chess in the Great Hall - it’s the only thing he can beat her at, and he revels in it - when he sees that she is staring straight through him.

“Earthworms to Hermione, do you read me?” Ron asks, thinking that maybe she’ll snap out of it if he makes some Muggle references. “Er, Huddson. we have a problem?”

Ron turns to see what Hermione’s looking at, and frowns.

“Why are you staring at Fleur Delacour?” He asks.

Hermione shakes her head. “I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. I saw you.”

“No, I’m not.” Hermione hisses back with a glare so harsh that it almost rivals his Mother’s.

“Fine, you’re not.” Ron concedes.

Hermione nods, victorious, turning back to the chess board.

“But you admit that you were.” Ron adds.

Hermione sighs.

“I never thought I’d say this, but Malfoy was right, you DO have a thing for blondes, don’t you?” Ron smirks.

“So what if I do?”

“Awww, Hermione, you’ve got a crush on a blonde girl!” Ron says so loudly that people are starting to stare.

And, to Hermione’s horror, Fleur is one of them.

“Ron, shut up!” Hermione whispers.

“What? I’m just trying to help you out.” Ron says with a laugh.

He is so telling Harry about this.

//

3. Viktor Krum finds out the first time they kiss and Hermione whispers “Fleur.”

She feels mortified, but Viktor takes it about as well as she could’ve expected.

“Don’t worry, ‘Ermione, you’re secret’s safe with me.” He promises.

His smile is sad as she walks away.

//

4. It’s Spring, and Fleur is getting really, really tired.

All throughout Hogwarts, all anyone can talk about is that Potter’s clever, pretty, all around wonderful best friend, Hermione, has a crush on some blonde girl.

The thing is, Fleur knows who it is.

It’s Hannah Abbott.

After all, she’s the only blonde girl that Fleur has seen her talking to lately.

Not that she’s been looking at Hermione a lot, or anything.

She turns a corner, and there they are, talking and Hermione’s laughing.

Something inside Fleur snaps, and she calls “Hermione!”

Hermione turns to stare at her.

“I’m blonde, you like blonde girls, so let’s have a date?” Fleur says.

“Uh, sure.” Hermione replies, blushing from embarrassment. (Right?)

//

5. On the date, they drink butterbeer together and sneak out after curfew to look at the stars, and Fleur is very glad that Hermione’s become a bit more adventurous in her later years.

Fleur takes a deep breathe, and sighs. “Hermione, I admit, that when I heard you had a crush on Hannah, I was… well, jealous.”

Hermione laughs. Fleur’s face crumples.

“Oh, I’m sorry, it’s just that the blonde girl they were talking about was you, Fleur.” Hermione says.

Fleur laughs, too. Merlin, how could she have been so stupid?

“Well, that’s good, because I really like you.” Fleur admits.

“I really like you too.” Hermione says, giving Fleur a deep kiss.

(God, they’re so in love it’s disgusting.)

Send one of the following to see how my muse responds:
  • "I'm not saying you're an idiot, I'm just saying a smarter person would have seen that coming."
  • "I took a blood oath that I wouldn't tell you what she said about you, but if you bring me some tequila and nachos, I might be inclined to break that oath."
  • "If I told you I took a picture of you sleeping last night, would that be creepy or romantic?"
  • "I was trying to teach myself how to knit and, long story short, I'm in the ER now."
  • "I don't actually know what I've done to make you hate me so much, but I don't care anymore, so either get over it or fuck off."
  • "I love you, but the fact that you don't like ice cream creeps me out a little."
  • "If you're going to McDonald's and you don't at least bring me back fries, I'll never forgive you."
  • "I dropped your phone in the toilet, and I'm really sorry, but I'm not reaching in to get it out, so it's just... it's gonna stay there until you or someone else gets it out."
  • "If you pray for someone to meet an untimely demise, and then they do, are you karmically responsible for their death?"
  • "I've always thought that Harry Potter was overrated."
  • "I'm not saying you're evil or anything, but I'm pretty sure if you crossed a church threshold you would burst into flames."
  • "We should have a Disney movie marathon this weekend."
  • "I just really need you to shut the hell up right now."
  • "I'm a better kisser than you are; you're just going to have to accept that as a fact of life."
  • "Would you rather die by drowning or strangulation? I'm just curious, not, like, plotting your death or anything, I swear."
  • "I would do any number of borderline illegal things to get tickets to that show."
  • "We should play strip poker tonight."

damianmcgintleman  asked:

playlist title: of gods and monsters

gods:

  • pentatonix, hallelujah
    • “i heard there was a secret chord that david played and it pleased the lord
      but you don’t really care for music, do you?”

  • alison krauss, down to the river to pray
    • “as i went down in the river to pray, studying about that good old way
      and who shall wear the starry crown, good lord, show me the way”

  • johnny cash, i’ll fly away
    • “some glad morning when this life is o’er, i’ll fly away
      to that home on god’s celestial shore, i’ll fly away”

  • iris dement, leaning on the everlasting arms
    • “what a fellowship, what a joy divine, leaning on the everlasting arms
      what a blessedness, what a peace is mine, leaning on the everlasting arms”

monsters:

  • disturbed, the sound of silence
    • “and the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made….
      and the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls”

  • hozier, foreigner’s god
    • “she moves with shameless wonder, the perfect creature rarely seen
      since some liar brought the thunder, when the land was godless and free”

  • cousin marnie, cain
    • “the light goes down, a mark from god, you’re shaking now, your brother’s blood
      left alone, what have you done? your father’s boy, your mother’s son”

  • vampire weekend, everlasting arms
    • “i took your counsel and came to ruin
      leave me to myself, leave me to myself”

anonymous asked:

(Er, yes, the 'not sorry' from me was in ref to the horniness, not the song; that's not me.) In the interest of saving characters, I'll be H-Anon for future asks. I love your stuff and I'd like to send you the occasional thing for your enjoyment if that's cool. <3 You do lots of hcs and such for us so I'd love to send you some back now and then if it's appropriate! (incidentally, the 'anx riding patton's cock one was from me too :-P )

(I figured x) Please send me all of your sins 24/7 please please they’re better than my shit

anonymous asked:

your opinion on them dragon school folk?

Send “ your opinion on _____” and my muse will answer.

“Can’t say I met all that many. Marylin’s the first one I met an’ one o’ my best friends, but she acts lots different than ‘er lot. Even Brynne, who was taught by someone from there I recall, was a bit more arrogant an’ didn’ think much o’ me at first. 

Marylin didn’ see me as a lost cause an’ taught me sorcery despite the struggle. She’s a apprentice, I know, but she taught me more than anyone else did ‘bout magic–well, I learned stuff from Princess Dusk, but all the basics an’ stuff I use in combat were from ‘er.”

“Wish more o’ them were like Marylin. People could really do lots o’ good if they could jus’ understand sorcery.”

chronic-sarcasm  asked:

CP Prompt! Ransom is a vet and Holster is the guy at the front desk yelling "NO I DO NOT JUST WANT TO BUY ANOTHER GOLDFISH"

(cross posted to A03 here | my other cp writing | send me prompts)

Originally, Justin had thought that being a vet meant dealing less with people and more with animals. In his junior year of undergrad, when he shadowed an M.D. in the ER he watched as the dude got yelled at by some poor kid’s mother because it “was taking too long.” Even though it was literally the emergency room they’d only been there for an hour and the doctor was one of two in a packed emergency room.

The experience had scarred him for life, and so Justin had shadowed vets instead and realized he liked it a whole lot better than his experiences with doctors.

The one thing he forgot to take into account was that people were just as crazy about their pets as they were about their kids.

No matter what that pet may be.


“NO, I DO NOT JUST WANT TO BUY ANOTHER GOLDFISH,” a voice boomed from the waiting area.

He was in the back room, just finishing up giving a family’s new puppy his first bordetella vaccination (a lot easier said than done, it’s a nasal medicine and no one like getting liquid shot up their nose, especially puppies) when he heard it.

He made eye contact with Jenny, one of his Vet Techs, and she said “I’ll take it from here.”

He headed to the front to see what the commotion was only to see a very large, very handsome blond man talking to his receptionist in a very distressed tone.

“I don’t care what it takes, I don’t care that he’s just a fish I need to save him!” the man shouted.

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Part 2 - Gail & Holly - Texting saga continues

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Gail:
Head. Hurts. U. R. Dead. To. Me. Why u let me drink so much?
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Lunchbox:
Fine then. I won’t reveal my miracle cure. Um, your money, your fault. Lookin’ good though, Peck. You always write reports with your forehead?

Gail:
Yep, most of the time. Let me guess, it’s some sort of green crap made from Brussels sprouts?

Lunchbox:
Er, no, gross! Bacon and chocolate milk.

Gail:
Do u swear by that? Because I will send out one of the rookies to retrieve it for me.

Lunchbox:
Yes, do it. Though perhaps be nice and buy the unlucky guy/gal a coffee for their trouble.

Gail:
Too late. Sent Diaz instead and he is paying for it.

Lunchbox:
That cute tall guy? Kinda looks like a teddy bear? He is a such a sweetheart. He brought me coffee to the lab once.

Gail:
Probably trying to get into your pants.

Lunchbox:
Lesbian.

Gail:
No, pretty sure he is a dude. I have seen his thingy. Numerous times.

Lunchbox:
His thingy? Oh yeah, I forgot men have thingy’s.

Gail:
And u call yourself a doctor.

Gail:
BTW, do women always hump your leg when your’re out in bars?

Lunchbox:
Smooth, Peck. Only when I have a hot wingwoman.

Gail:
I’m flattered. Why are u taking so long to reply? You’ve got your hands in something gross haven’t you?

Lunchbox:
I have known you for less than 24 hrs and I already know you won’t appreciate what I am doing.

Gail:
Well now u have to tell me.

Lunchbox:
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Gail:
You make me sick.

Lunchbox:
See? Told ya! Spin instructors pretty hot though, right?

Gail:
You could do better.

Lunchbox:
Very doubtful.

Gail:
I’m serious. Though no one as hot as me.

Lunchbox:
Meh, I’ve had better.

Gail:
Doubtful.

Lunchbox:
You are crazy.

Gail:
You know, that’s not the first time someone has said that to me?

Lunchbox:
I can’t! I won’t! I don’t believe it!

Gail:
You are the biggest smart-ass I have ever met.

Lunchbox:
I am not usually like this. You just seem to bring it out in me.

Gail:
Well then, happy to be of service! Gotta go finish this report. You should ask out the chick directly in front of you. She looks nice, especially her ass.

Holly:
She’s straight.

Gail:
When has that ever stopped anyone.

andersonhummels said: klaine, #22 … trying to play footsie with the other during a meeting (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

(nc-17, public sex and like tiniest bit of foot fetish)

“So I brought folders for both venues, but first there’s another one I’d like to tell you about. You didn’t request it, but it fits your criteria and it’s got a certain character about it…”

Kurt glances at Blaine across the table, letting his mind drift from Paula’s monotonous drone about potential wedding venues—he knows very well which one he wants, thank you very much—and twitching a smile at his husband-to-be. Blaine’s wearing a well-fitted dark blue shirt with a yellow bowtie, and they haven’t seen each other in three days, and he looks absolutely delicious.

Kurt fiddles with his pen and stretches his feet out in front of him under the table, glancing at Paula to make sure she’s still fixated on her papers. He sinks down in his chair a bit until he can just brush the side of Blaine’s shoe, crossed neatly over the other.

Blaine glances at him and immediately realises what he’s doing, stretching his legs out as well. Kurt smirks at Blaine and drags the tip of his toe along the inside of Blaine’s foot.

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me: *sees yoichi saotome*

me: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯  i say so💯  thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

anonymous asked:

Imagine Italy sending Germany a Snap Chat of himself making a weird face and Germany tries to discreetly send one back while in a meeting.

sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯  i say so 💯  thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

tbfhwonho  asked:

Send me a ✺ for my muse’s reaction to yours knocking on their door in the middle of the night // spoopykan  

            The middle of the night wasn’t considered late for a ghoul— especially if they were used to hunting. However tonight was one of those few nights that Rue decided to actually try and get some proper beauty rest. That didn’t work out however, as she was interrupted by a knock at the door. Groggily walking over to the door, the smaller ghoul peaked outside, staring up at the stranger.

“Er… May I help you?”