stare into the night

anonymous asked:

If you awoke one night and saw your character staring back at you...would you scream?

That depends on which character.

If it was Heart or Jade then I’d probably think it was some kind of dream, then be confused, then double check to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

If it was Bright I’d definitely be more concerned and there’s a good chance of screaming.

Don’t you just LOVE when a professor hands you a syllabus, you see the workload, understand that the expectation is that you spend EVERY possible second working on the course, and all you can do is sit there with your mouth drawn open, staring blankly, hating your life and the inevitable sleepless nights to follow? Yeah that was me tonight as I sat and listened to my professor read the syllabus to us. Upon seeing the sheer terror in our eyes, the professor condescendingly responded, “Well it is a graduate level class after all.” 

Yeah, okay lady, well you can go bite yourself. I hate when professors just assume that no one has a life. It’s not like most of the students are working full-time while going to school full-time at night anyways… 😭


Attraction part 4

Originally posted by wintaeangel

Word count: 1199 // what a funny number :D

Warnings: Angst?! Strong swearing!

Author’s note: This is the first time for me to write a fourth part. Please tell me if you like it! Hope you have a awesome day!

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anonymous asked:

For some reason im really scared of this blog like i literally have nightmares about it at night

I’ve been staring at this for like a week this is my favorite ask I’ve ever gotten

I was debating replying to it with a dio but I didn’t want to traumatize you

I’m so glad that my creations have instilled fear like that but also so sorry I hope shitty mspaint dio leaves your dreams alone in the future

anonymous asked:

remember when byul spent the entire vlive saying that she wanted to go to yongsun's house to eat and yongsun was rejecting her as usual and then yongsun yawned and byul said "i definitely have to go to your house" i really hate them

every night, i lay awake till an ungodly hour at night, bloodshot eyes glazed with unrest and staring blankly at the bleak white ceiling wall

a question repeats itself in my mind like a mantra, driving me further and further to the brink of insanity with no return

“so did byul get to eat in yongsun’s house that night?”

The reason you didn’t love me was maybe because I wasn’t enough. Maybe I wasn’t the warmest bed for you when you were cold. Maybe I wasn’t your strong morning coffee. Maybe I wasn’t the perfect song for you to listen on your dark days. Maybe I wasn’t a sky filled with stars for you to stare at on lonely nights. Maybe I wasn’t the one who ignited your heart with joy. Maybe I wasn’t the one you’d see yourself within 10 years. I just wasn’t enough.

There was a time when she fantasized about love. She laid awake at night and she stared at the ceiling, recounting every boy in her life that she could so easily love. She would smile at the endless possibilities. She wasn’t afraid of consequences or unhappy endings.

But then she starting fantasizing about you. And you were the first boy she fell in love with. She didn’t know how to love, and you fooled her into thinking that love meant compromise - but only on her side. You taught her to apologize even when it wasn’t her fault. You convinced her that loving you meant needing you. She learned how to love from someone who made her believe that her world revolved around him.

So, because of you, she lies awake at night crossing out every name on her imaginary list. She is so scared of loving someone again because she cannot bare the thought of being consumed by someone in the same way you consumed her.

She’s found solace in being alone because of the heartache you brought her in being in another’s company.

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #135 // If she never loves again, it’s your fault

Concept: We go stargazing together on our anniversary, but I can’t help but stare at you the whole time. You have always been my night sky. Your eyes twinkle like the north star, and your soul moves my heart like the tide, you’re my moon. You’re my everything and my always, my expansion and my endless love. Your constellations lead me home to you.

Vantablack Gothic

-Stuart Semple runs out of colors known to the human eye. His next creation, “The Color Beyond Coloriest Color” changes the colors of your memories to it. Anish Kapoor is not allowed to use it.
-Every night, Anish Kapoor stares at the giant canvases of Vantablack that cover the walls of his room. He hears them whispering, and can almost make out what they say. “I am protecting the other artists,” he tells himself, but he knows that that’s not it at all…
-The Greenest Green is never released physically. It exists only in a dream that Stuart Semple has every night. Anish Kapoor still dips his finger in it on Instagram.
-A California-based artist attempts to make a glitter even glitterier than the Glitteriest Glitter. She is never heard of again, but rumors say that if you look just below the sun, you will see a small shining point that wasn’t there before. 
-Stuart Semple and Anish Kapoor have never been seen in the same room together. It is not the Other, but ourselves that we are most petty towards.


BOOKS MEME | (6/9) nine otps.
Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard from All for the Game by Nora Sakavic.

Andrew kissed him like this was a fight with their lives on the line, like his world stopped and started with Neil’s mouth. Neil’s heart stuttered to a stop at the first hard press of lips against his and he reached up without thinking. His hand made it as far as Andrew’s jaw before he remembered Andrew didn’t like to be touched. Neil caught hold of Andrew’s coat sleeve instead and knotted his fingers in the heavy wool.
The touch was a trigger. Andrew leaned back just enough to say, “Tell me no.
Neil’s lips were sore; his skin was buzzing. He felt winded, like he’d survived a half-marathon. He felt strong, like he could run another five more.

So I was rewatching episode 1 after the GIANT PLOT TWIST on episode 10 and a weird (and cute) thought came into my mind.

I know that Maccachin is a lovely dog and would probably be friends to any stranger around, but after episode 10 I was imagining Victor staring at all those pics from the banquet every night and showing them to Maccachin, and sighing: “Oh, this guy, Maccachin… this guy saved my boring night. I’ve never had so much fun in a banquet like that. He is just so funny and beautiful and sexy and amazing… why doesn’t he contact me again? Where is he? I thought he really wanted me to be his coach and to see me again…”

(Poor lonely Victor has Maccachin as his best, if not only, real friend)

And then Maccachin finally meets that guy opening the front door: “Oh, gosh, you’re my owner’s boy! IT’S YOU! PLEASE BE MY OWNER TOO AND MARRY HIM, I’VE NEVER SEEN HIM SO HAPPY BEFORE, PLEASE DANCE WITH HIM AGAIN AND MAKE HIM THAT HAPPY EVERY DAY!”

Maccachin might have been the very first Victuri shipper.