1. Forgot to go to the caf and eat so many times during college (they kept oddly specific hours, which didn’t match my body clock’s idea of when dinnertime was) that my roommate once conspired with my sister to physically drag me out of my room and lock the door. She didn’t let me back in until she knew I’d eaten something
2. Woke up in the middle of the night my freshman year. Four boys (undoubtedly from the dorm hall known for its pranks) were marching in single file around the entire campus, with penny whistles and banging garbage can lids together shouting “The British Are Coming! The British Are Coming! One if by land and two if by sea!” while they played “Concerning Hobbits”.
3. Sunday nights me, my sister, and one other girl used to just show up in one of the guys’ dorms and be like “Hey guys, let’s play Sardines”, because most of our friends were guys. We found out that you can fit like six people underneath the stairwell. Seven if you’re not claustrophobic. And nobody can see you at all unless you actually go under there. The downside is that there are Spiders.
4. A ten year old Japanese boy solemnly told me that if I were a Pokemon, I’d be Squirtle. Squirtle is, in fact, my favorite starter Pokemon, so I was rather flattered.
6. Looked out my window one night sophomore year with a crowd of baffled girls to discover a guy in a penguin costume and a guy in a Jar Jar Binks mask staging a mock fight on our front lawn.
7. Went on a walk with a friend in the woods, accidentally saved the life of a small fish that had gotten stuck. Proceeded to have a half-serious discussion with said friend over whether or not the fish would return someday to pay back a debt.
8. Snuck into classes before the teachers so I could draw on the chalkboard/write weird parodies of poems. Eventually the Lit Teacher figured out it was me. I don’t remember if he recognized my handwriting or if someone ratted me out.
I’m sleeping over at my friend’s flat from university after study group and just got woken up in the middle of the night by their roommate, who is sitting in the kitchen, listening very loudly to the dirty dancing soundtrack and crying. Like wtf, I didn’t even know they had a roommate and normally I would yell at you but damn you are cute. You really need to stop tho dude, its 4am, some people in this house want to sleep AU
I am a barista and you are a customer who comes in every day and orders the same thing and today my friend brought you with them, I didn’t even know we had mutual friends and WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT IS NOT ACTUALLY YOUR NAME HAVE I REALLY BEEN WRITING A NAME THAT IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO YOURS ON YOUR CUPS FOR OVER HALF A YEAR WHY HAVE YOU NEVER CORRECTED ME AU
The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU
(or alternatively) I just woke up in a stranger’s bed and I’m half naked, I cant remember anything about yesterday besides that the party was great and that I got absolutely wasted AND OH MY GOD THERE IS A HOT PERSON NEXT TO ME IN BED AND THEY ARE NOT WEARING MUCH WHAT DID WE DO YESTERDAY AU
You are my new coworker and I’m pretty sure I’ve never met you SO WHY ARE YOU LOOKING SO FAMILIAR FUCK I THINK YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE ANGSTY EMO KIDS I USED TO STALK BACK IN THE MYSPACE DAYS I CANT BELIEVE THIS AU
We work out at the same gym and you are my declared rival because we have the same workout routine and you are always better than me and on my way to the locker room I passed you in the shower where you were singing the opening of hannah montana and I can still hear you and you switched to the lion king now and even though I hate you I think I am kind of in love with you AU
I’m hiding in the bathroom of a restaurant from a spectacularly awful tinder date and you are in a similar situation because a guy at the bar just won’t stop hitting on you and now we are planning an epic escape together even though we only met ten minutes ago AU
Tara Chambler in Every Episode» Swear I come from a community. And that’s really what it is. We live with each other. We help each other. We have walls, houses. I have a girlfriend I want to get back to. And we’ve done things just like you. There were these people. They were threatening us. We found out they were using an old satellite station to operate out of. We went out there in the middle of the night, and we took them out, every one of them. These people got what they deserved. They chose to kill and to terrorize people, but that’s not why we killed them. We didn’t do it to make the world a better place. We did it because we wanted to stay alive, just like you. And I know that you think that me staying is the only solution. Well, how’s this for brainstorming. Maybe our groups can start working together.
AN: This came to me in the middle of the night. I love how it turned out.
You walk through the building with an authority that comes from having mesmerized the halls when you were two. You don’t even pause, as you swipe your clearance card and pass through the doors. Tony had always been a tad sentimental, but not revoking your security clearance is just stupid.
You ignore the gaping mouths and push open the office door. The sight that greets you makes you pause. Stiffening your shoulders, you don’t even bother with a greeting. A hand goes to your hip and you ask, “Where is he Pepper? From the look of things, I’d say he hasn’t stepped foot in the building in years.”
Pepper just stares at you, “Y/N, but you …”
You sigh, “Went to another dimension, the dimension that is fusing with this one, and I need Tony to make sure the world doesn’t go kablooey.” When she just keeps staring at you, you snap, “Pepper!”
She snaps back to reality and simply says, “He’s off the grid.”
You smile “Then give me the coordinates for the new one. My email is the same.” And then without another word you leave. Dialing the number, you know by heart, the phone rings three times before your husband finally picks up.
“Did you get ahold of him?”
You sigh as you slide into your car, “Of course not. Nothing with Tony is ever easy.”
Bruce just chuckles, “I thought you said I reminded you of him.”
You smirk, as you hook your phone to the bluetooth, and pull out onto the road. “Exactly, Bruce.”
Your husband just laughs, “Well, Alfred always said you’re the only woman in the universe that would be able to put up with me.”
You smile as the coordinates pop up on your phone, “The coordinates just came through, I’m off to see brother dearest.”
You turn off your phone and allow your mind to drift. Tony had been born three minutes after you. He’d always been smart, and always filled with a mind that was moving faster than everyone else’s. He’d never been able to stay still for long, and by the time he was sixteen he’d begun going through women faster than he went through red bull. Your parent’s death had sent him further over the edge.
It had left you running the company. An accident in an experimental area had sent you careening through dimensions and had landed you in a world very similar to your own, but oh so different.
You’d found an entry level position at Wayne enterprises and worked your way up in a matter of months. It had taken some time but eventually you had earned the trust of Bruce Wayne himself. It hadn’t taken you long to figure out his secret. He wasn’t nearly as good at hiding it as he thought. You had waited in the shadows until he needed you. You had never expected to fall in love with him.
Fifteen years and seven kids later, found you still madly in love with the man, and still just as dedicated to protecting the new world you had become a part of.
Then, the dimensions had started melding, and you had found yourself staring down a home you long thought was lost. Two weeks of research showed exactly how much had changed in your absence. Your brother had become a hero, aliens had invaded New York, and your brother had built a machine determined to destroy the world.
Your brother had always been brilliant, and honestly you were thrilled to see that he had found something he had been passionate about. And now, he was needed again.
The dimensions seemed to be erasing key events and people to compensate for how many things were melding. There was a chance to stop it from happening, if you were able to get Tony’s help.
It takes you several hours to reach the building. Slowing to a stop right outside, you exit without a second thought. Guards are on you in seconds, and you simply raise an eyebrow in question, before the first Avenger steps out. You believe he’s called Vision.
Stepping around the guns aimed at you, you walk right past the computer, machine, man, thing, and move into the building. You track his phone to a nook surrounded by windows. Stopping beside him you simply say, “So, I hear you’re still building things.”
Tony just turns to you and says, “Did Y/F/N Margaret Stark just make a joke?”
You smile, “I made an observation.”
Tony finally turns to you, and you can’t help but sigh at what you see. His face now has lines, there are bags under his eyes, and he’s much too thin. When you don’t say anything he says, “So you were trapped in another dimension?”
You nod, “The one that is slowly becoming a part of this one. And soon it will start erasing people, to compensate for the population increase.”
“How sure are you about that?
“99.99% It’s already started happening where I live.”
Tony sits down on the window sill and looks up at you, “So this is how it is. My big sister comes back from the dead, apparently married,” he points at your ring, “and I don’t even get a hello, or at the very least a cookie.”
You let out a deep breath before sitting down beside him, “I didn’t mean to vanish.”
He nods, “I know. I got the reports. A scientist off his rocker started experimenting off the books, and when you went to fire him after finding out, he started the damn machine up, and it ended up killing three people, and you … well you just disappeared.”
You cross your ankles, “I tried to find a way back, Tony.”
“For how long?”
The question catches you by surprise, but you answer anyways, “About two years. Until I got married. Until I felt like I was home for the first time since I was a kid.”
“You ever think about me?”
You smile, “Of course I did, you’re my little brother. And whenever my kids would do something especially stupid or especially bright I would tell them they were acting just like their Uncle Tony. They want to meet you by the way.”
“So I have little nieces and nephews just running around.”
“Nephews and niece,” You correct.
“And the guy?”
You smile’ “Head of a big company. Family owned like ours. He’s a really good guy, and an amazing father too.”
Tony nods, and goes silent for a few minutes before saying, “Okay, let’s go.”
“Save the world. I’ve got to find this phone first. And then I have to meet this husband of yours. Something tells me I might need his resources from his world. I also have to deal with the secretary of state…”
You pull a card out of your purse and hand it to him, “Have her call him. She’ll take care of it.”
Tony just looks at the card for a minute before saying, “Amanda Waller.”
You smile, “Any man within their right mind would be terrified of her.”
Tony just shrugs, and extends his arm. You give him a half hug as the two of you walk out the building, “And just so you know sis. When all this is over, I reserve the right to kick this guy’s ass if I don’t like him.”
Finding a new religion, talent or hobby is always an empowering experience. I wanted to share some of the incredible things that I learned from finding myself
I learned that I am powerful. That I have a talent. I lived a very sheltered life with parents who underappreciated and stifled me. I never knew how it was to feel powerful until I found it.
Your power comes from YOU. Sure a lot of witches draw power from their elements or their Deities. But at the end of the day, any practice you do would be woefully incomplete without you and your intent
Witches watch out for each other. My coven is small. But they are the kind of people you would give your life for knowing they would do the same. Having friends to come over in the middle of the night to make banishing powder and bake brownies isn’t something you come by easily.
Nature is incredible! Before my practice, I had no clue what a lot of herbs did outside of flavoring food! I knew there were pretty flowers and good smelling stuff but I had no idea how much power a single flower or leaf can hold.
Familiar Spirits are real. Mine are ravens and crows. And since I began practicing I have noticed more and more of them appearing around me.
How to be a note taker. My book of shadows is incredible compared to ANYTHING I did during school.
You won’t feel like practicing every day…..And that’s fine! Some days you just don’t have the energy, or the right kind of energy. Other days, you’ll practice all day long.
You don’t have to dress like a witch to be one. I personally wore all black and dark makeup and corsets and flowy skirts before practicing so I have a very witchy look. But not every day. Some times I want to wear a pink dress. I’m just as witchy as I would be wearing a black one.
You might not be great at everything and that is also okay.
You may not seem to have any talent at first…..but you could discover them as you go on. For me, It was several months into practicing before I found out that divination was my strong suit.
Finding yourself, and being okay with who you are is the most important thing you will ever do.
Being the fifth member/only girl in the band would include...
wanting to drop out of high school because most of the boys did but luke trying his best not to let that happen by helping you finish on the road so the two of you do math together at 2:00 am in the tour bus
“MICHAEL, IF YOU DON’T STOP THAT I SWEAR I’LL SMASH YOUR GUITAR”
all the boys being super protective of you
“i’m sad so can i sleep in your bunk tonight? we’ll watch a movie”
“calum, you’re over 6 feet tall and this bunk is really tiny and - fine”
INSIDE JOKES INSIDE JOKES INSIDE JOKES
a different boy carrying you off stage each night
“that’s where my shirt went! i’ve been looking for it for a month!”
“ashton, it looks better on me anyway”
“well…true. you still have to give it back eventually though”
being smushed in between calum and luke during an interview and them joking that you’re “in the middle of a cake sandwich”
fans coming up with ship names for you and each boy and making edits, youtube videos, gifs, etc. of their favorite ship
wearing heels basically 24/7 to be closer in height to your giant band members
re-dying michael’s hair for him in a hotel room at midnight when it starts to fade
knowing every single thing about all of the boys
bonding with lauren and being like the big sister she never had when she comes to visit ashton on tour
“um…why would i date someone that she (you) doesn’t like?”
luke snapchatting you from the bunk directly above you
attending award shows with them and the five of you looking hot af on the red carpet
collectively agreeing that you’ll be the one to make the acceptance speech if you win because michael claims that “you sound smarter than us when you talk”
constant funny tweets and instagram posts
being able to say “i love you” to 4/4 at any given time without it being weird at all
them saying it right back
always having someone to cuddle and have deep talks with
writing songs with calum
being completely comfortable in front of the boys and vice versa
possibly dating your fav and being the best couple in existence because you literally get to travel the world together
Lately, I’ve been having these moments, where I’m driving in the car and my mind starts to replay all of the little things. I’m no longer focused on what color the traffic light is, or using my blinker, or hitting my breaks. It’s the way you kissed the back of my hand, when we were driving late at night. It’s you coming up behind me and hugging my waist. Its holidays and your laughter. It’s us out to dinner and you winking at me from across the table. It’s the the cold air cracking our lips, but you kissing me hard anyway. It’s the smell of your hair fresh out of the shower. It’s you rolling over in the middle of the night and pressing your tired lips against my forehead. It’s the way you looked at me, like being one out of eight billion people actually meant something.
I should probably hit the breaks, but the little things keep me going.
I was 18 years old when I found out that a 20 something man I worked with had passed away unexpectedly in the middle of the night. I had just seen him. He had so many dreams and plans and now they were finished, forever.
At his funeral, his 7 brothers and sisters spoke and sang and cried tributes to him, vowing to not let good deeds go undone since he proved you never know the day where tomorrow doesn’t come. I did everything I could to not realize that that could have been me in that casket.
Years later, I found myself broken, morbidly obese and miserable. My quality of life was non-existent and the quantity shrunk with each bad decision. I had tried to lose weight for all the wrong reasons in the past: love, lust, health, status, arrogance and ego. Mostly, I had tried to lose weight so I could avoid dying.
The one thing I had NEVER tried was to lose weight so I could actually START LIVING. I had sought only to avoid the nightmare of death but never had I tried to embrace the dream of life.
You cannot change yesterday or control tomorrow. Forgive yourself for yesterday, focus on today and love every living moment.
Back in high school while out with the girl I was dating, we ended up getting a flat tire. After changing the tire for her we found the nearest gas station so I could wash my hands because they had gotten so dirty and greasy. Just as I got soap on my hands here she comes into the men’s restroom, takes my hands in hers and proceeds to wash my hands for me.
To this day, that one moment shocks and awes me and has skewed what my idea of showing you care means. The Little Things. Sure, grandiose gestures of affection are great sometimes but it’s the little things. Holding her hair back while she is throwing up from having the flu, washing your hands for you after changing her tires, calling in the middle of the night because she can’t sleep, just to hear your voice.
For the lovely anon who asked “can you write jercy when they are secretly dating and decide to come out under ridiculous circumstances” on @pjofluffguard ! Hope this is what you wanted! (hah take that @ ashlee and dan we’re fighting back)
See, the thing about secretly dating was that you had to be conspicuous. And although Jason and Percy seemed to think conspicuous was their middle name, having gods for fathers really didn’t help their case.
When Percy first asked Jason to be his boyfriend, when they were tangled up in a makeshift fort on Percy’s bed in the middle of the night, a lightning storm appeared. Jason couldn’t stop grinning, and couldn’t stop saying that yes, of course, there was nothing in the world he wanted more (“shut up Jason, you’ve said it five times already, we’re already together”) and just outside the camps weather-protected walls rain pelted the earth relentlessly.
The first time Jason hugged Percy, long before they started dating and just when Percy started to realize that a lip scar was the most beautiful thing in the world, faucets in the bathroom a few yards away started to go haywire. A poor, unsuspecting Hecate kid got a jet of water right between the eyes.
Gajeel was by no means an impatient man, but there were some things he hated waiting for; her coming home was one of them. He growled lowly as he paced the airport terminal, ignoring the teasing looks from their friends. Ever since Levy had made the trip to California, he’d been out of sorts at home, sometimes calling her in the middle of the night just to hear her sleepy voice. She never seemed annoyed, but he nevertheless felt guilty the morning after.
Who is this? Are you the same person? Come off anoooonnnnnn :)
These have been sitting in my inbox for a while (sorry) I combining them bc I’ve given up on the whole, ‘5 sentences’ thing and also I don’t have it in me just yet to write two! (sorry again)
This was supposed to be funny and got out of hand. My bad.
The grains have been scooped and the
filter set. Coffee gurgles and sputters to life but only out of habit,
for this morning she is in no need of caffeine. She just needs something to do.
She is already ball of foot tapping, lip-chewing, nervous energy, startling
when she thinks she hears her bedroom door creak…..nothing. Her terry cloth
robe is wrapped tightly around her middle to ward off the chill, unaccustomed
to mornings on her kitchen tile barelegged and bare-footed. She really
should’ve put on her pajama pants, but something has fundamentally shifted this
morning, and she’s feeling bawdy. All at once a particularly visceral memory
from the night before surfaces, and her hands are covering her face,
suppressing a giggle and a look of sheepish disbelief crosses her features
before a smile and a shake of the head.
ok so, not too long ago I accepted an anonymous ask about them using one of my reaper76 art on a couple shirts for themselves (hopefully). I’ve later come to really really regret that decision because I was too hyped and happy for someone to really like my art so much that they would put it on a shirt, that I completely ignored the fact that they asked it anonymously and that there might be horrible consequences. You really can’t know for sure that the person is sincere when they ask such things anonymously because you don’t know if they’re going to make more shirts (or other products) and sell them for their own gain, and I see my mistake in that…
This has kept me up in the middle of the night because I’m panicking over the fact that I was way to ignorant of the consequences, but since I now have had time to think I am aware of what might happen. So in the future I won’t accept any ask about using my art for anything personal (then I’m talking about cards or prints to hang on the wall or even shirts or other products.)And I will especially not allow it if asked anonymously. When it comes to icons or whatever for tumblr then I might let you, but only if not asked anonymously.
I love my art very very much. I put on a watermark or signature or whatever you want to call it for a reason because I’m afraid that someone might steal it… And I will never sell my art, so if you find my art on any products around on the internet, that is differently not me selling them.
PS: I have deleted the post where I accepted the anonymous ask about using my art because I’m afraid that someone else might misunderstand it and think that I do allow people using my art for anything, even when it is asked anonymously, when in reality I don’t accept it.
I just really needed to get this of my chest because I’ve been struggling with this for a while and hopefully I can sleep easier now, and I really want you guys to know where I stand on the subject. And sorry for this kind of a lengthy post, I just needed to put my thoughts into words.
Still have a great day and thank you for listening! ♥
[Just a note before you begin: the previous parts of this AU were happy/cute/flirty, this part is not. Spoiler/trigger warning: Kavinsky makes an appearance and Ronan has a mild panic attack and things get pretty heavy.]
It was inevitable that Ronan’s good mood would not survive two minutes in the presence of Declan. By the time they reached the small Italian restaurant (the only one in Henrietta) Ronan’s triumphant high had evaporated and he was back to his usual, surly self. He ignored Declan’s lecture on punctuality and proper dress but it was becoming difficult to reign in his temper. In desperation Ronan sent Gansey a brief text begging him to come to lunch and act as a buffer between him and Declan. (Ronan was only attending lunch because Matthew had asked and it was almost impossible to refuse the younger Lynch brother).
The restaurant was what some would describe as quaint: cozy tables with candles in the middle, red check table clothes, Italian music played at a subdued volume, soft lighting, and the pervasive aroma of good food. Natalie, Declan’s latest fling, was waiting for them on the bench in the foyer. Ronan thought she didn’t look like the usual model that Declan went for, she was too small and narrow, her hair was dark brown and short, she wore all black, she had multiple ear piercings. Definitely not the Declan brand. Ronan gave her a brief nod and then pretended she wasn’t there. He scanned the restaurant but didn’t recognize any of the diners. He shifted from foot to foot anxiously waiting for Gansey to arrive and save him from a fate worse than death: watching Declan and Natalie flirt their way through appetizers, salad, entrees, and dessert. Ugh.
Because all i can imagine right know is him laying awake in the middle of the night, dead tired from another day of being strong and always always keeping his guard up, but then all these memories come flooding in and they will not let him sleep.
And he just can’t relive all those horrible things again and again and again but there is nothing he can do against it.
He tried, trust me he tried. He tried going for a walk in the middle of the night. He tried reading but he can’t focus and everything is a blur cause he’s just so goddamn tired.
He’s not even sure what’s better, this or the nightmares that await him when he finally manages to fall asleep.
Eventually he just breakes down because he’s been strong for too long and here in the dark in his chambers all by himself he just can’t help it.
It’s times like this when he longs most for his brother because Auguste is the only one who used to keep him safe.
Synopsis: A call in the middle of the night, a needy plea and a pet name that made you surrender to Yoongi’s sudden craving.
A ring in the middle of the night.
phone, fuck. I should have turned it off’.
It was the first night that week you had
managed to go to bed early and get some real
rest. Nights were unbearably hot that summer. The sheets stuck to your body as
you struggled to reach the night table, where the phone was still ringing and buzzing
frantically. It took you a couple of
seconds to adapt your eyes to the brightness coming from the screen, but you
still could see his name clearly.
You checked the time. It was 4 a.m. and he
was calling you. Terror lumped in your throat as you took the call and
incoherently tried to blurt out the words that stubbornly refused to abandon your
‘Yoongi, are you okay?’ You got no response,
only a silent line and his quiet breathing at the other side of it. He is okay. Worry was quickly replaced
by anger, the anger of being woken up just for him to play with you. ‘Yoongi,
if this is you being bored I swear to God…’
‘Baby…’ His voice was honeyed, and it was
followed by a gruff purr that dissipated your childish tantrum in a second. ‘I