tables are for standing

The Squad drunk at a party (PART TWOOOOO)
  • <p> <b>Vanoss:</b> *staring at his reflection in the TV, having a staring contest with himself and getting slightly frustrated that he keeps loosing; passes out after the TV cracks upside down on the couch*<p/><b>Delirious:</b> *sings "I can show you the world" off key on the kitchen table for as long as he can stand; faceplants on the floor below, knocking himself out when he lost his balance (he'll be alright, just an absolute killer headache with his hangover)*<p/><b>Cartoonz and Marcel:</b> *try to play ping-pong; end up breaking the table when one of them flops on it trying to smack the ball and pass out on it when they fall from it breaking*<p/><b>Mini:</b> *raids the house and puts on about 20 pieces of loose clothing and sashays around like a queen screaming that he's so fabulous and eventually trips over Delirious and passes out on his fifth trip around the house*<p/><b>Wildcat:</b> *raids the fridge and eats almost everything including one and a half packages of sliced ham before noticing Delirious and Mini passed out and covers them in the rest of the ham before going to the toilet to puke up what he just ate*<p/><b>Smii7y:</b> *screams yeet as he throws random objects; a few hit people; one of them cracks the TV and scares Vanoss shitless; ends up passing out in the bathroom puking (they're partying where 18 is the legal age where drinking is legal)*<p/><b>Kryoz:</b> *brought a Nerf gun but lost the bullets while drinking so he just aims it at everything and goes "pew" and then celebrates that he "hit" it; gets in Tyler's way when he needs to puke and ends up getting thrown up on*<p/><b>Anthony:</b> *blacked out during the start; found a chef hat in the kitchen beneath the ham by Mini and put it on before somehow expertly making a cup of hangover remedies for everyone and goes to bed on the couch by Vanoss after looking at everyone's unconscious bodies questionably*<p/><b>Terroriser:</b> *strips down to only his briefs (again) and does the terminator expression; helps calm down Moo and passes out next to him*<p/><b>Moo:</b> *cries in the corner because he's getting too stressed about his responsibilities; basically drunkenly cried himself to sleep*<p/><b>Nogla, Lui, and Scotty:</b> *find a bedroom and camp out in there binge-watching old movies drunkenly commentating; pass out after the second movie*<p/></p>
Please Don’t Go

Originally posted by daenso

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Words: 975

Genre: AngstFluff 

Requested: Noope >ㅁ<

I tap my fingers slowly on the surface of the wooden table. He forgot. Like he said he wouldn’t. I prepared dinner, put on one of my fitted dresses that he likes so much. Everything for our anniversary. I toss the napkin off my lap onto the table and stand up from the chair. There’s no point to wait for him anymore. As I step inside our shared room, I grab for the zipper on my right side and open my dress; I kick my high heels off as well. I take one strap at a time and let the dress fall at my feet. I grab it from the floor and toss it to the bed. In the wardrobe I grab for an oversized hoodie and some shorts before I grab for a suitcase on the top of the wardrobe with the help of a chair. As much as I want to cry and scream my pain away I wasn’t going to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me hurt. I open the suitcase and grab for a few clothing items and toss it into the suitcase without caring about folding them. I am so focused on what I am doing that I don’t notice the presence leaning against the door.

“What are you doing?” He asks with a low voice. I roll my eyes without even looking at him.

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 57 - Candlelight and Confessions

Originally posted by mypapawinchester

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Chapter 57 - Candlelight and confessions

[Blake and Negan have a heart-to-heart over dinner…]

“You want to dish up?” asked Blake after a long ten minutes had passed, the spaghetti now perfectly done and the sauce smelling mouth-wateringly good.

She was still in the kitchen, and glanced over at Negan who was setting the table in the adjoining long dining room just over her shoulder.

If she hadn’t known him, she would have presumed that the tall dark-haired man, resembled almost a perfect husband. Setting the table for dinner, now having shrugged off his leather jacket, standing there in just a t-shirt, cocking an eye in her direction.

Negan, who was currently pouring out the remainder of Steve’s red wine into two clean glasses, gave a playful huff.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he said standing up straight and walking slowly back into the kitchen towards her. “What the fuck do I look like? A goddamn bus-boy?”

But Blake just smiled, shoving a clean dishcloth into his middle as she swished easily by him, glancing back at him teasingly over her shoulder as she went.

But she didn’t say another word.

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alec slowly turned the next page of his book, absentmindendly reaching for the cup of tea on the table. he was so absorbed by the reading that it took him several minutes before he realised magnus was standing across the table, quietly sipping his own tea, smiling fondly at him. “i didn’t see you there” alec says with that loopsided grin magnus loves so much. magnus only blinks, smile still on his lips. “everything okay?” alec asks, a bit of concern in his voice. magnus shakes his dead lightly. “you’re gorgeous.” alec looks down, ever lovestruck by the way magnus can make him feel just by complimenting him. he should be used to it by now, but the truth is, his heart will never stop racing when it comes to magnus. he gently closes his book, stands up and walks up to magnus, who’s still beaming at him. he takes the mug from magnus’ hands to place it on the table and wraps his arms around his neck. “you’re not bad yourself” he whispers, as magnus circles his waist and leans in for the softest of kisses.

Clint yells the floor is lava as he’s hanging from the vents, recording the chaos

Natasha immediately backflips onto the couch and settles down to watch tv 

Thor is shouting because he doesn’t see any lava how does he participate in these festives hawk?!

Steve is standing completely still in confusion 

Bruce climbs up onto the coffee table carefully, drinking his tea and looking like it’s totally normal to stand on a coffee table

Tony busts into laughter as the suit assembles around him and he goes to drag Clint out of the vents and drop him onto the floor 

Clint starts screaming and climbs Steve, who stands there and lets it happen because jfc these people

andallwaswell-ish  asked:

Draco dying his hair light blue

Harry can’t stop staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is blue.

“Harry! Harry? What are you – “

“Malfoy.” Harry answers Hermione without looking away.

Ron pauses midway through a mouth of potato. “What?”

“Malfoy,” Harry explains again, “He – Look what he did.”

Hermione’s eyes remain fixed on Harry. “Don’t you think you need to stop obsessing over him? The war is over. We’re all on the same side.”

“No, look what he did to his hair!” Harry all but shouts. MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE.

Hermione and Ron finally follow Harry’s gaze to the Slytherin table to Draco Malfoy, blue hair and all.

“Bloody hell.”

“That is surprising,” Hermione admits.

“Maybe someone cursed him?” Ron suggests.

“I hope not,” Hermione frowns. “Like he doesn’t have enough to deal with – his mother is being retried this week.”

Harry’s chest constricts. “That’s this week?”

“Yes, Harry. I thought you were the one stalking him?”

“Well he has been sadder than usual. He’s been eating cereal since last Friday which is odd as he almost always goes for – what?” Harry stops at the looks Hermione and Ron are giving him.

Hermione shakes her head. “I was being facetious, Harry. I can’t believe you’re stalking him again.”

“I’m not stalking,” Harry clarifies, focusing his attention solely on Hermione and Ron to prove his point. Which is difficult when MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE. “I’m just observant.”

Hermione smiles wickedly and Harry already knows he’s stuffed before she opens her mouth. “Okay, then what do I usually eat for breakfast?”

Harry tries to eye her plate discreetly but she already has her hand covering it. He desperately tries to remember what she’d been eating only seconds earlier. “Uh….uh…”

“That’s what I thought.”

“I’m not stalking Malfoy,” Harry tries again.

Ron sniggers into his morning omelette. “Sure, mate.”

Hermione rests her head in her hands (revealing her breakfast of poached eggs). “Why don’t you go over there and ask him?”

“Ask him what?”

Hermione closes her eyes in obvious exasperation. “Why his hair is blue.”

“I can’t – “

“Mate, just go,” Interrupts Ron, now with a mouthful of tomato. “You’re going to be like this all day if you don’t.”

Malfoy looks up in surprise as Harry approaches, his cereal spoon hovering above his bowl. “Potter?”

“Malfoy.” Harry nods. He tries not to stare so openly at Malfoy’s hair but…it’s BLUE.

Malfoy drops his spoon and pushes the cereal away. He stares at Harry suspiciously. “Are you lost?”

“No, I – why is your hair blue?” Harry blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer.

One of Malfoy’s hands automatically jumps to his hair, as if he’d forgotten the colour for a moment. After the initial surprise, Malfoy’s turns defensive. “You got a problem with it?” He asks.

“No, not at all. It’s just – never mind. Forget I asked.” What was he thinking? What were Hermione and Ron thinking sending him over here? He turns to leave.

“it’s poetic, Potter.”

Harry turns back to Malfoy. “Poetic?”

Malfoy shrugs, and looks down into his cereal bowl. “I’m feeling blue. I dyed my hair to match. It made sense last night after the second bottle of firewhiskey.”

Harry considers this. “Your mother?” He asks, softly.

“Yes,” Malfoy says into his cereal.

“Do you – I mean, would you – would it help if I came with you?” Oh Merlin, did Harry really just say that?

Malfoy looks up, sharply. “Why would you want to do that?”

Harry feels his cheeks reddening. “Your mother saved my life,” he offers, which is true at least, but only a small part of his real motivation.

“Of course,” Malfoy says with a polite nod. Is Harry reading into it or does he seem…disappointed?

“And you might need…support.”

A small smile plays on the corner of Malfoy’s mouth. “I have friends, Potter.”

“Right, I didn’t mean to say – it’s just – I’d like to be there. For both of you.”

Malfoy tilts his head and looks Harry over with a curious gaze. This only makes Harry blush harder.

“Okay,” Malfoy finally says, “You can come.” He picks up his spoon and returns his attention to his cereal.

Harry can’t stop staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is green.

“Go ask him, already.”

Malfoy looks up. This time he doesn’t seem surprised. “Potter. What brings you here?”

“You know what.”

Malfoy smirks. “Enlighten me.”

Harry stares at Malfoy’s hair. “Why green?”

Malfoy shrugs. “Just felt like it.”

Harry frowns. He wonders whether Malfoy’s being entirely truthful. “That’s not very poetic,” he points out.

“His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,” Malfoy whispers.

Harry blinks, processing. “What?”

“His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he’s really divine, the hero who conquered the Dark Lord,” Malfoy continues with a shy smile. “Poetic enough for you?”

Harry feels himself blushing again.

“Maybe I should have gone pink to match your face,” Malfoy suggests with a wink. Merlin, Harry might melt.

“You remembered the po – “

“I wrote the poem,” corrects Malfoy.

Harry frowns “But I always thought Ginny – “

Malfoy shakes his head. “Nope.”

“Does that mean you – that you used to – “

Malfoy interrupts with a roll of his eyes. “Like you?”

Harry gulps. “Yeah.”

“I thought that was obvious, Potter.”

Harry feels like his knees might buckle at any moment. This is really happening. He runs a hand through his hair nervously. “And now?” he asks.

Malfoy raises his eyebrows, a playful smirk on his lips. “I thought that was also obvious, Harry.”            

And just to be an infuriating bastard, Malfoy chooses this moment to dust himself off and leave the Great Hall, with one last wink at Harry.

Harry wants to follow but he thinks his legs may have turned into jelly. He has to grip the table tightly just to keep himself standing.

Harry can’t stop staring. Breakfast never stood a chance.  Malfoy’s hair is pink.

He doesn’t even bother to take a seat at his own table, instead heading straight over to the Slytherin side of the Great Hall.

Malfoy watches him as he approaches with a smug smile. “Pot – “

Harry interrupts by leaning down and smashing his mouth onto Malfoy’s, his hands reaching out to finally run through that gorgeous hair. The entire Great Hall is watching and Harry’s face is on fire, but none of that matters, because Draco Malfoy is kissing him back.

And his hair is bloody pink.


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shy/antisocial/introvert people at a party be like

•finding comfortable places to stay and enjoy the view
•dealing with “are you okay” “are you sad” “enjoy the fucking party ur not furniture” just because of your bored/sad natural resting face
•watching people’s embarrassing moments when they think nobody saw em and just being like Ron u shouldnt pick your nose like that u nasty
•catering dudes who constantly smile at you while doing their shit is the most wonderful thing ever
• analysing E V E R Y T H I N G AND E V E R Y O N E
• being the weird silent one who stands by the food table/trash cans/bathroom/stairs
• improving your socializing skills with cats or flowers
• that creepy one staring at you
• that annoying one who keeps talking to you
• food is the only friend in all this shit
• trying not to fall asleep
• that “i wanna go home” persistent thought


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By Heart [ I ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst / Some Fluff [Possibly M?]

Length: 4.4k

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really over.

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

The hardest part about giving someone else your heart, is that it then belongs to them. Even if things end, they will forever own a piece of you. A piece of the most important part of you, no less. It’s a piece of yourself that you can never get back, not really, not fully.

Six months. One hundred eighty two days. Four thousand three hundred sixty eight hours. That was how long it had been since you felt whole.

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