stressed the freak out

anonymous asked:

99 Seth Rollins

“You got a cute butt.”

Seth was seemingly always stressed out. He was stressed because he never truly got the belt back when he came back from injury and now he wasn’t even slated to get a title match for a while. It bothered him a lot. So he was always pacing around, trying to plan out his next move.

When he had his fatal five way to determine the next number one contender, he was even more stressed than usual. He spent the whole time before his match freaking out in his locker room, pacing the floor. And when a stagehand came to tell him it was his time, his eyes got wide.

“We don’t have more time?” he begged, hair a mess.

“Sorry, sir. We don’t.” The stagehand seemed apologetic as he walked off, leaving Seth with me.

“Hey, hey,” I said, grabbing his face in my hands to keep him from freaking out. “You’ve got this, okay? You’re a great wrestler, you always have been. You can do this. Plus, you got a cute butt. And nobody can beat having that.” 

That got a smile from him, and he nodded his head, encouraged. “I got this,” he muttered to himself as he walked away. You heard him add, “and a cute butt” right as the door closed behind him.

06.25.2017 (june study challenge): What advice would you have for your younger self?

Stop stressing. I spent the last two years of high school stressing about getting into colleges and stressing about the ACT and just stressing about everything. I wish I didn’t freak out so much. Also, don’t compare yourself to others. When you do that, you’ll tank your self confidence and always feel like you aren’t enough. You ARE enough. You are strong and smart and funny… There isn’t a time when you haven’t been making your friends laugh. Stay true to who you are and don’t ever change.

  • Ravenclaw: I feel trapped.
  • Hufflepuff: We're in the middle of an open field.
  • Ravenclaw: No, I feel trapped in this moment in my life. Where am I going? What am I doing? And how am I going to get to where I want to be?
  • Hufflepuff: We're going to charms class, we're going to be doing charms work, and usually hard work and dedication. Try to think in the now.
  • Ravenclaw: Well, in the now I'm contemplating an assault on you.
  • Hufflepuff: At least you're thinking about here and now!
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Jackson Wang for Vogue China

how does one not get stressed

I decided that for my own sanity this is what I’m gonna hold into for the next four months. Despite everything they want us to believe and despite what they want us to forget I believe in what I see and THIS look screams LOVE, this is a look of pure adoration, and he only has looked at ONE person this way aka the LOVE of his life.

House // Jeff Atkins

A/N: Long as hell. Sad as hell. Feat. Good Friend! Monty

Named after: ‘House M.D.’ good show


“Right now she’s in a medically induced coma. We’re tending to her head trauma…” the doctor tells him.

Jeff tunes out the rest of doctors explanation, unable to listen any longer. He wishes he was deaf so he couldn’t listen any longer.

You were here too, in the emergency room. You were the subject the doctor was going on about. In critical condition. You flew through the windshield during the crash and ended up way worse than Jeff.

He suffered a fair share of injuries from the accident. He fractured a few ribs, his legs were cut and bruised but overall okay, his wrist for sure was gone and there was no way he’d be able to play this season but he wasn’t thinking about that right now. The doctor said he was very lucky, but he felt far from it.

His nose was broken and the tears that fell from his eyes mixed with the blood dripping from his nostrils. He looked, like a character from a Tarantino movie to say the least.

“Can I see her?” He pleaded, voice cracking in those simple four words.

“I’m sorry Mr. Atkins, we can only let immediate family see her at this-”

“PLEASE” Jeff wailed. It was his fault you were even in this situation and now he couldn’t see you.

It’s his mom’s hand that fits into his, squeezing lightly both in solidarity and in trying to get him to let doctors tend to his more superficial wounds.

“Sir, you have four fractured ribs. You need to remain calm as you could puncture a lung. She should be stabilized by Tuesday, in which we would bring her out of the coma…and you can see her then. I’m sorry.” The Doctor said before turning on his heel and walking away.

The sound of the emergency room was deafening to Jeff’s ears. He wanted to leave. He couldn’t bare to look at your mother’s tear filled eyes through the glass. Couldn’t handle it when your father asked him if he was okay.

“Mijo, look at me.” His mother whispered softly to him.

And Jeff turned to greet the woman with whom he shared the same eyes.

“It’s not your fault”

Jeff broke down into his mother’s arms. He was bawling now, with no reservations about embarrassing himself. He wept into her shoulder, staining the fabric of her shirt with tears, blood, and snot.

When your mom left your side to go comfort the boy, all he could bring himself to say was “I’m sorry”. It fell from his lips over, and over, and over again as though they were the only words he knew.

She nodded, understanding his pain. She hugged him lightly, invited him to come back, whenever he wanted, told him once again that it wasn’t his fault, and returned to her daughter.


Monday, Jeff stayed home from school. He cried all day, refusing his mothers meals, refusing to get out of bed. He ignored his phone altogether. He didn’t want anything but to see you


On Tuesday, however, his mother insisted he go to school first, before seeing you. He nodded absentmindedly, getting into the passenger seat with no intention of retaining anything. He went through the motions that day, not so much as uttering a word. Not even to Clay, who waited at his side patiently. Not pressuring him to do or say anything.

When lunch came he didn’t bother to grab anything. He sat with the people he called his friends and barely smiled when Clay dropped off a milkshake in front of him.

“I picked it up on my way to school. I figured you would need it. Sorry,…it’s a bit warm now.” Clay empathized with the boy.

Jeff nodded graciously before pushing it away from him. Guilt wouldn’t describe what he felt he was going through. He might as well have killed you himself.

You told him you didn’t want him to go.
You pleaded with him to stay at the party with you.
He, was the one who talked you into coming with him.
He, was the one who kissed your neck until you said yes.
He, was the one who was playing with your seatbelt in an attempt to get you to lighten up.
He, was the one that drove straight into the intersection.
He, was the one that put you in a coma.

“Atkins, dude, relax. It’s not like you shot her.” A voice said.

When Jeff looked up at Bryce, he swore he was seeing red. He nearly leaped across the table to beat the shit out of the catcher of the baseball team.

He ignored the screams of the cheerleaders, the yells of his teammates and fellow athletes. He ignored the noise around him and focused on connecting his singular fist with Bryce’s face.

It was Montgomery who held him dragged him off of Bryce. Who basically, carried him kicking and screaming out of the cafeteria. Who shook his head at Mr.Porter as if to say ‘not now’.

“Jeez, Atkins you look like me out there” Monty offered as a joke. He laughed to himself, hoping to hear his teammates voice again.

He could tell Jeff was moments from crying and he had never seen his friend such a wreck…he didn’t want to. Jeff was the only person who checked on the victim of his latest brawl and then came to see how he was holding up. After scolding him of course. He was happy to return the favor in any way.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Monty suggested.

Jeff nodded in response while he paced his breathing.

“Alright great. You wait here. I’m going to grab your stuff. We’ll go anywhere you want.”

When Monty left, Jeff checked his phone.

Your parents had texted him, letting him know you were up and asking about him, inviting him to visit. Letting him know they’d be back in an hour. Your mother hadn’t eaten in the two days and your father pulled her away to a lunch.

He crumbled underneath the weight of his own sadness. His letterman slid against the lockers in the hall as he collapsed.

He cried there in the hallway, his sobs echoing off of the posters on the walls. The thud of his backpack falling of his side couldn’t interrupt his outburst.

“No, no, c'mon big guy. You know I can’t handle feelings” his right hand fretted.

He pulled Jeff up, throwing the boy’s backpack over his shoulder, wrapping an arm around the boy’s waist avoiding his sling.

“Don’t worry Captain, I got you.” He confided.

Montgomery, surprisingly of all people, was his crutch. The two boys made their way out of school and into the parking lot. Into Monty’s car where Jeff politely asked to go see you. On route to the hospital, you laid in.

When Jeff sobered up. Wiping away his tears, he realized they were there. He looked over at his teammate, his friend, eternally grateful.

“Monty-” he started.

“Don’t, Atkins. You’re there for me…always. I’m just returning the favor.” Monty stressed.

“…Also, I can’t go in there with you Cap. Hospitals freak me out. I’ll wait though.” He confided.

Jeff smiled for the first time in three days. He smiled, a brief, but genuine smile as he got out the car.


He walked into the sickly, sterile building slowly, decisively. Turning into the sign in office he looked around, wondering what the hell he could say to you to even make a dent in an apology.

“Can I help you, sir?” The receptionist questioned.

Jeff snapped out of his thoughts, nodding quickly.

“Yes, can I- is Y/N Y/L/N, taking visitors?” He stumbled over even the simplest of questions.

“Yes, she is, just sign-in here. Then I’ll buzz you in.”

Jeff scribbled an illegible mess and pulled at the door eager to see you. He looked back at the nurse and she met him with a sympathetic gaze before pushing the buttons that opened it for him.

“Room 361C!” She called out after him.

Jeff felt his legs go weak underneath him. He wasn’t ready to face his biggest regret. Betraying him, his two feet carried to the elevator. One foot in front of the other. Straight to your door.

His hand held at the door handle for what felt like forever. Just like his feet, his hand betrayed him. He opened the door, pushing through his pain.

You smiled at him weakly from your bed.

“Took you long enough” you whispered to him.

Jeff looked a wreck if you were honest with yourself. Your normally playful, overconfident boyfriend had bags under his bloodshot eyes. He looked paler compared to his usually tanned skin and you could’ve guessed that like your mother he hadn’t eaten in days.

Tears fell, once again, from Jeff’s eyes when he took you in. Laying in your bed. Tubes linked everywhere on your body, the monitor of your heartbeat drumming in his ears as if to mock him.

“I’m- I-” Jeff croaked out.

“Jeff…” you pleaded with him.

“I’m so sorry…It’s all my fault”

Every sentence, every apology he poured out, dripped with guilt. Jeff was rambling now, and his voice faded in and out.

You used what strength you could to outstretch your hand to him.

“Come here”

Your eyes closed and opened again, fighting to focus in on your boyfriend.

“Listen to me. It was not. your. fault.” You enunciated for emphasis.

You kept going as Jeff’s mouth opened to continue.

“My mom said a stop sign was knocked down, we didn’t stand a chance”

“I shouldn’t have-”

“I wouldn’t have let you-”

“Stop it! Stop. Please.”

You paused. Letting him take a moment.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I can never forgive myself for what happened and I don’t expect you to but-”

He stopped. Glancing away from you.

“I promise once you’re out of here. If you’ll have me…I’ll never, ever leave your side.”

Your eyes shut involuntarily as he poured his heart out to you.

“Or- or- you’ll never see me again. If that’s what you want.” He offered in exchange, panicking you were turning him down.

You shook your head to the latter statement and mumbled “Stay with me” as you went under once again.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Jeff is nodding and yelling out for the nurse thinking he was going to lose you.

The doctors pushed him out as they tended to you. He waited there in that hallway until they were done. Waited with your parents when they returned.

He was there when you woke up again, when you went home, when you went back to school. True to his word he stuck to you like glue, not letting you so much as lift a finger.

And you held onto the baseball player just as hard. You forgave him every time he offered up an unnecessary apology. Wiped his tears when he cried at the sight of your bruises.

The two of you were inseparable. Just like before that night.

What bothered me about Hermione’s characterisation in the films, while yes they severally overplayed her intelligence in the film to an annoying level at times, but they took away anything to do with her proneness to panicked at trouble or stress, like her exams or her being completely freaked out seeing Gaup. Her flaw of not keeping a level head at the worsted time was just as key as her intelligence to work things out.

7

“CRIME & PUNISHMENT”

JAKE AND ROSA ARE IN TROUBLE IN PART TWO OF THE ALL-NEW ONE-HOUR SEASON FINALE OF “BROOKLYN NINE-NINE” TUESDAY, MAY 23, ON FOX.

And that brings us to Part Two of the season finale.  By the end of it, I’m pretty sure you will already be starting to count down the days until season 5.  At least, I know I will be.  Now, before I start, there’s not too much I can divulge about this second part without giving too much away, but like always, I will do my best to give you something to hold you over until you can watch it yourselves.  So here’s what you can expect from Part Two of this season finale.

The Nine-Nine must do everything in their power to help Jake and Rosa when things go south for them, and they are framed for a crime they didn’t commit.  Two months after said crime was committed, they are now preparing to go to trial and are looking for any way to get out of this situation and back to their normal lives.

During the chaos of all of this, Charles is freaking out and letting the stress get to him.  But when he finds out he may be able to help the case with a hacker connection he has, he immediately gets to work, with Terry in tow.

There are moments where certain members of the squad feel this is a lost cause, while others try to ignore what this could mean for their future if things go badly, but one thing’s for sure: the Nine-Nine always has each other’s backs.  

This episode has twists and turns throughout with plenty of humor and sweet moments thrown in.  Here are a few things to look forward to in “Crime & Punishment”:

  • The meat-fork
  • Charles’ new hair
  • Sir-dance-a-lot
  • A “romantic” trip to Pennsylvania
  • A twist you won’t see coming

Don’t miss the all-new, one-hour season finale episode of BROOKLYN NINE-NINE airing Tuesday, May 23 (8:00-9:00 PM ET/PT) on FOX.

As always, feel free to send any questions you have my way, and I will answer, as long as they aren’t too spoilery!

setthestarsxnfire  asked:

Alright so... What about the RFA + V & Saeran reacting to MC playing video games and she like, curses and screams at the characters. And god save them when she plays horror games because her screams are really loud, haha. I hope you're having a nice day!

Yoosung:

  • he gets terrified whenever you scream
  • more often that not it sends him into panic mode
  • “OH MY GOD IS THERE A MURDERER IN THE HOUSE oh wait nevermind it’s just resident evil 7”
  • when you’re yelling in anger he’s so flustered
  • he doesn’t know what to do
  • why are you so angry?
  • why is it so hot?
  • he squeals and tells you not to swear so much but in reality it makes him kinda hot and bothered
  • to be honest, he can’t really criticise you much because he yells too whenever he gets frustrated on LOLOL
  • god forbid you’re ever gaming at the same time
  • so many noise complaints

Zen:

  • he is absolutely adamant that ladies are not supposed to swear
  • oh boy is he in for a surprise
  • the first time you start screaming and yelling at the screen he’s absolutely shocked
  • he had no idea you had it in you
  • this is the girl he calls princess
  • but right now
  • she is a wild fuckin hyena
  • he genuinely has no idea what he’s supposed to do
  • when you’re playing a horror game and start screaming he’ll run up to you like “omg babe are you okay??”
  • and when you tell him it’s just because of the game he’s like “I know but omg are you okay you really shouldn’t play it if you get so scared”
  • you keep playing anyway
  • if he’s there with you while you’re playing he gets just as scared and screams just as loudly
  • it’s actually pretty funny

Jaehee:

  • okay this is stressful for her
  • she’ll hear you screaming and freak out, ready to rush in and help you
  • but then she’ll hear you yelling at that fucking zombie that jumped out and killed you so now you have to go back to the last checkpoint for shit’s sake
  • lots of mum-sighs and eye-rolls
  • “maybe you shouldn’t play if you get so angry”
  • she just…. doesn’t understand why you would do this to yourself
  • sometimes she tries watching to see just why you get so angry over certain things
  • and she has to admit, she can see why some things are annoying
  • but the fact they bring out that kind of response??
  • it’s just beyond her

Jumin:

  • he really just doesn’t understand why you get so worked up over it
  • it’s not even real. what are you doing?
  • he tries watching sometimes to see why
  • and he makes comments about what you could’ve done differenty
  • yes Jumin I fucking know you are not helping
  • whenever you scream at the jumpscares, he doesn’t even flinch
  • he’ll just look at you and raise his eyebrows like “seriously?”
  • if you scare Elizabeth, though, he’ll get worried about her
  • he usually locks her in another room if he knows you’re going to be gaming
  • he doesn’t really like how much you swear, but he knows it just kind of slips out when you’re venting your anger

707:

  • he finds it absolutely hilarious
  • he is a laughing mess whenever you scream
  • and when you’re yelling at the characters he’ll egg you on and pretend to get angry too
  • he’ll also probably film it
  • he loves how into it you get and how you don’t even notice he’s in the room half the time
  • and the amount of swearing is so fucking funny to him
  • he loves that you come across as cute and innocent but then you go ahead and do this
  • he’ll imitate you, too, so whenever you scream he’ll scream even higher
  • oh boy that pisses you off even more
  • and he fucking knows it

Saeran:

  • he thinks you’re a goddamn idiot
  • but… he has to admit, it is kind of amusing
  • the jumpscares don’t really scare him all that much, so if he’s watching you and you get scared he’ll smirk and call you stupid
  • when you get mad at the characters he’ll just stand there watching you
  • he did not realise how many swear words it was possible to use in one sentence
  • he enjoys just observing, to be honest, and he’ll never really get involved
  • he’ll make some comments on it afterwards though, and tease you about it a lot

V:

  • he gets so worried
  • whenever you scream he’ll instantly rush to you, even if he knows you’re playing video games
  • you always feel bad because he checks on you every single time
  • and it happens a lot
  • he does find it pretty funny when you get angry, though
  • if he’s with you he’ll try to hide his smile because he doesn’t want to make it even worse
  • if he’s in another room he’ll just listen and laugh silently to himself as he hears you cursing and yelling
  • he loves how you don’t seem to care what comes out of your mouth when you’re so engrossed in a game