this is how i feel at night

but how about some casually (but not really) suicidal lance

the team arrives at the planet whose people can feel intentions. when they enter the palace, guards surround lance and say that they feel ‘his malicious intentions to kill’, presumably their emperor

and lance is like, 'nah, you just probably feeling how I want to kill myself’.

everyone’s having a hard time debating about if he is serious or not, with how casual he is, but everyone has this horrible feeling that he is not joking

Sick Scenario

I’m a massive fan of characters pushing through an illness. I want A being terribly sick but having to give a class presentation, and B can do nothing but sit and watch with bated breath while A grips the podium and struggles through the presentation.

Bonus: A makes it through, but as soon as they start back towards their seat, they stagger, and B is out of their seat and at A’s side in seconds.

anonymous asked:

Do you think Yoonmin ever has fights/get mad at one another/etc? They're so cute and happy all the time, it just makes me wonder what it looks like when they're like that 🤔🤔🤔🤔

I dont think they fight a lot but when they do I bet its a lot of eye rolling, impatient sighs, jimin keeping his distance, one of them might even start to raise their voice but stop themselves right away because they refuse to yell at each other no matter how mad they get. after the actual fight I bet its a lot of avoiding each other, not making eye contact, yoongi sleeping in his own bed for the first night in months, complete silence between them. until 6 AM the next morning when jimin walks out of his room (he didn’t get much sleep anyway) and sees yoongi sitting at the kitchen table, looking as tired as jimin feels. and they just stare at each other for a few moments until yoongi stands up and walks towards him, until jimin is eventually meeting him in the middle, yoongi setting his arms around jimins waist and holding him close, jimin pressing his lips to the curve of yoongis shoulder as he hugs him back, both of them mumbling ‘I’m sorrys’ and ‘love yous’

drarry748  asked:

Castiel, please love?

Not every angel is built the same, some angels are naturals (*cough* Gabriel *cough*) some fuck like primates (*AHEM* Gadreel *COUGHY COUGHY COUGHY*) And some treat bodies as if they were a math equation to be solved.

That, my dear pals, is how Castiel fucks. Your body is a Rubix cube that he wants to solve all night long. And yes, you’re gonna get tons of questions.

“You’re leaking…what is this wetness? I caused this?….Are you positive?”

“You’re screaming! Why is that good? I DON’T SCREAM WHEN I FEEL GOOD”

“Wait….nevermind I understand now, I do feel the need to scream your name…Bounce quicker, please”

Unless you want to stick with missionary, you’re going to be holding his hand through each and every sexual act, answering question after question and even having to convince him that it’s ok for him to lick your pumpum. 

I know what you’re saying, you’re glaring at me and saying “Auntie Noodle, most beautiful flower, are you telling me that sex with Castiel will always be a chore? IT WILL ALWAYS BE TEDIOUS?”

No, not at all! I’m saying that he. is. thorough. If you can stick with…..let’s say ten weeks of consistent sex of this nature, he’ll get it down, and these are his stats after getting past his skeptical phase. 

I can confidently say that his head game is…well…hm…

If that’s any indication, we can confidently say that his head game may well be up there with Dean’s (And we alllll know that Dean’s head game is A1 steaksauce.)

It helps that sometimes his nose gets “in the way”. It’ll bump and rub your clit as he slowly thrusts his tongue inside of you, sending you into orgasms far quicker than you ever hope for. I can’t neglect that tongue. It’s so long and it hits these perfect spots. If he’s not careful he’s gonna be hitting that G-spot juuuust right and will almost drown, if you catch my meaning. 

His fingers are long and callused, these beautiful digits along with that beautiful tongue makes a combination that I think should be illegal. With little effort, he’ll have your legs wobbling and your back arching off of the bed as if you’re being lifted to heaven. 

His stroke game? It’s pretty good, but he can never find a steady rhythm because he always gets too swept up in the feeling of it. His favorite position is laying on his side behind you, because it’s a half embrace, and half sexy times. What can he say, he’s a cuddler.

8.7/10 overall, 6.5/10 stroke game, 9.5/10 head game, personally he’s an 8/10 because I needs a consistent stroke game

The snowball part 12

I’m back to really late updates so sorry but I have to prioritise uni work, thank you all for being so understanding and waiting patiently :) xx


The sun rose, bathing Feyre’s room in sunlight but Feyre had already been up for hours. She had been tossing and turning all night feeling guilty as hell.

She had kissed Rhysand. Even worse, she had liked kissing Rhysand.

No matter how hard she thought back, Feyre couldn’t figure out when things had changed between them. She refused to believe those feelings had been there all along because that would make her even more of a cheating douchebag.

Her and Tamlin weren’t even officially broken up. Well Feyre assumed that was how Tamlin was judging the situation, due to his eager text back at 1am that morning when Feyre had asked to meet for lunch.

They had agreed to meet at a small restaurant for lunch, not far from the coffee shop. Mor and Amren would be waiting outside, while the boys would stay at the store, just the sight of Rhysand might set Tamlin off.

Feyre did her best with makeup to hide the dark bags under her eyes and added some blush to give her pale face colour.

Hopefully after today Feyre wouldn’t have to deal with Tamlin. If she was lucky. But that didn’t change how she felt for Rhys. Or how recently she had been broken up with Tamlin.

It wasn’t about what others would think of her for moving on so quickly, it was the way it made Feyre’s stomach knot up and made her legs feel leaden with guilt. She would have to talk to Rhys. Maybe if she just got some space, she could sort her head out and if the feelings were still there… then what? Rhys had never shied away from hiding how he found her attractive, the constant flirting was proof of that. But had he ever really said he was interested in more than a basic flirting? Feyre didn’t think so.

Arranging her hair into something not resembling a bird’s nest anymore, Feyre headed downstairs to find Mor.

Mor was cooking alone in the kitchen when Feyre found her.

“Hey sleepyhead, get home a bit late last night did we?” Mor said with a wink.

Trying to sound as bored and casual as possible Feyre said, “I kissed Rhys last night.”

Mor dropped the wooden spoon she had been using to stir scrambled eggs in a pan.

“Let me at least put some coffee on before you say anything of interest first.”

“…You’re not mad?”

“Of course I’m mad. I bet Cassian you two would hook up in two weeks. You’ve just lost me $50. Don’t suppose you wanna keep this from Cassian for a few days?”

Feyre laughed a bit giddy with relief. “He may have seen us, so no can do. It doesn’t matter anyway.”

Mor froze and gazed at her curiously, “Oh?” Was all she said though.

“I don’t think it meant anything.”

An odd look flashed across Mor’s face. Her face turned grim before she turned back to stirring the pan. “What makes you say that? Something Rhys said?”

“No it’s not that it’s just… it’s Rhys. He flirts with everyone.”

“He used to.” Mor’s voice sounded tight.

“I’m still technically with Tamlin anyway.” Feyre again tried to sound casual, unbothered.

“Feyre, everyone around her knew that was over the second you ended up in hospital by his hand.”

“It’s been days Mor! It’s too soon for me to already be with someone else.”

Mor turned back to stare Feyre down. “If you need space that’s fine. But Rhys needs to be told that too. You can’t lead him on.”

Feyre had rarely heard Mor sound so stern.

“We’re just fooling around. Rhys has never mentioned wanting anything more.”

“Okay Feyre. But please… don’t hurt him.”


Feyre arrived with Mor and Amren at the shop first to meet the others. One of the other workers waved at them a bit shyly from behind the counter as they arrived.

Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel were already sitting at one of the back tables with coffees. As they approached, Feyre could feel Rhys’s eyes trying to meet hers but she refused to raise her eyes. A faint blush crept along her cheeks as she tried to ignore a wave of heat under his gaze that spread throughout her whole body.

“How are you feeling Feyre?” Azriel asked.

“It’s not too late to back out.” Cassian added.

But Feyre shook her head. “I’m fine. Just want to get this over with.”

“We’ll be here if you need us.” Rhys said, trying to get her to look at him.

She risked him a small smile and held his stare for half a second, before looking away.

“Feyre, a word please?” Rhys said, standing to usher her towards the front of the store.

When they were alone, and Rhys had glared at his friends until they at least were less inconspicuous about their efforts to listen in, Rhys reached out a hand to grasp Feyre’s arm gently.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Is that why you won’t look at me?”

Feyre made an effort to stare down his violet gaze. Her sickening guilt changing into something with more steel.

“I can’t do this right now.”

“Do what? The meeting with Tamlin?”

“No. This. Us.”

The warmth behind Rhys’s eyes winked out like stars, replaced with a cold, icy stare. He withdrew his hand from her arm.

“Us?” He gritted out.

“Yes. Whatever this is, I can’t. It’s too soon. I’m seeing Tamlin today! He thinks we never even broke up.”

Rhys’s voice was unusually flat and without feeling as he said, “I understand that things have gone quickly and I’m sorry if that was my fault. We can go back to being just friends.”

A small traitorous part of Feyre cried out at the suggestion.

“Flirting with you was a fun distraction but I understand now that, that’s all you wanted.” Rhys added.

Feyre went to reassure him, say anything that would take away the hurt look behind his eyes but Rhys turned away swiftly and went back to his friends, leaving Feyre feeling somehow more guilty than she had before.



Feyre was early for the lunch. She wanted to already be sitting down when Tamlin arrived so she would have an excuse not to get up and hug him, as she knew he would try to do.

She had been ripping apart a napkin when she saw Tamlin walk inside, followed by Lucien. Lucien nodded at her and went to take a seat at a table further away to give them some privacy.

Tamlin stopped before her wearing his typical business suit. He was smiling warmly at her but Feyre refused to return one back, as she also refused to stand when he held his hands out to her.

“Sit down Tamlin.” She said coldly.

Tamlin had the good sense to look a little unnerved as he sat down opposite her.

“It’s good to see you Feyre. I’ve missed yo-”

Don’t. Just don’t. I need to talk to you Tamlin, and I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

Tamlin’s smiled vanished as he brought his hands onto the table to fold them together.

“I’m sorry but I’m not coming back. Not after what you did.”

“Feyre I never meant to hurt you. Ever. I’m so sorry it’s come to this, but you have to forgive me.”

“I don’t have to do anything. I asked you here to tell you that we’re over but I also need to talk to you about something el-”

“Did he put you up to this?” Tamlin interrupted quietly.

“Who?”

“Rhysand.” Tamlin spat.

“No, this was my decision. And you owe him an apology.”

“What?” He snarled.

“Tamlin you put him in hospital! Set part of his house on fire.”

“Because he kidnapped you Feyre! I was terrified for you.”

“Just do me a favour and not do anything for me ever again. You could’ve hurt a lot of people. And that’s why I can’t be with you anymore. I love you Tamlin but you also hurt me. I need more freedom than you could ever give me.”

Tamlin’s jaw was clenching and unclenching as he tried to control his temper.

“Feyre.” He said softly. “I need you. I’ll change. I can be better. You just need to stop talking to Rhys.”

Feyre’s temper flared dangerously. “Stop bringing him into this! It has nothing to do with him.”

“Tell me what I can do to make this up to you Feyre.” Tamlin begged making Feyre feel sick.

“… there is one thing.”

“What is it Feyre?”

“I need you to pull out of your deal with Hybern.”

Tamlin looked visibly confused so Feyre continued, “He’s going to build a factory, it’s going to make a lot of Illyrian’s very sick, they could die Tamlin. We have to stop it from happening.”

Tamlin’s face went dark. “He put you up to this didn’t he?”

Feyre had to stop herself from slapping him.

“He didn’t have to. The second I heard about Hybern’s plan I knew I had to stop him. This isn’t about us, or Rhys, it’s about saving a bunch of innocent people. How could you have ever agreed to this?”

“I only recently agreed.” He said gravely.

“Why?”

“Hybern said he would make sure the Illyrians would be gone, including Rhysand.”

“Tamlin you have to take it back. Do you really think that forcing an entire community to leave their homes would make me come running back to you?”

“I would do anything to keep you by my side.”

Feyre was mortified. “Then back out of the deal.”

“Only if you come home.”

“I can’t do that.” Feyre said shaking her head.

“Then the plan goes ahead. You can stop it though, if you just come home.”

“I’m already home.” Feyre said and rose to leave.

Tamlin immediately stood up too, Lucien on the other side of the room mirrored him with a worried glance.

“You will let me leave without causing a scene or you will be sorry Tamlin.” Feyre said, glaring down at the hand he had used to grip her to him by her arm.

People began glancing at them concernedly. Some began whispering to each other.

A waitress approached them looking sternly at Tamlin. Clearing her throat she said loudly, “Mam is there a problem?”

Feyre smiled sweetly at her, “Not at all. Two of my friends are waiting outside, would you be able to tell them to come inside please?”

The waitress hurried outside to where Feyre hoped she would find Amren and Mor.

“Unless you want them to call the cops, I’d suggest you take your hand off me.” Feyre hissed quietly at Tamlin.

Feyre began to mildly panic when Tamlin still showed no sign of letting her go. Thankfully Lucien appeared behind him and placed a strong hand on his shoulder.

“Tam we should go. People are beginning to recognise who you are.”

Tamlin looked like he would do no such thing when Mor breezed past him. She expertly twisted Feyre so Tamlin’s hand was removed while she wrapped an arm around Feyre, steering her towards the door.

“There you are. We’ve been looking everywhere for you, we’ll be late if we don’t hurry” She said as she ushered Feyre out the door.

When Feyre looked back, Lucien had a strong grip on a very surprised looking Tamlin. Amren held the door open with the waitress as Feyre was quickly escorted out.

Mark,

The video last night alone proves how much you care about us. It was the equivalent of getting a phone call from a friend in the middle of the night who needed to talk and we put everything aside for them. That connection itself is already so unique: to know that you trust us to open up about your life and your feelings. Not a lot of people on YouTube do that anymore. And I’m sure you already know, that feeling of trust is mutual with the community.

You have done so much for us, especially in the past couple of months. Charity livestreams, meeting people at PAX East, a panel, mobile livestreams on YouTube when you were at PAX or even hanging out with Chica, Instagram livestreams, and you’re going on tour to meet even more people. All of this and you saying you still want to do more just shows how much of a genuine person you are.

That fire you talked about, that indescribable desire to keep chugging forward and to be a better person than you were yesterday, that’s what success is made off of. With that success, so many doors opened and you could have done literally anything - but you chose to dedicate it to us. You wanted to give back to the community.

Mark, you are so special. I’ve watched you grow from 3 million to now almost 17 million and as a member of this community, I couldn’t be prouder. There are large amounts of people that will agree with me when I say you haven’t been disappointing us, not in the slightest. We’re here for the long haul, always have been. We can’t wait for what you’re going to do now.

Sending you the biggest internet hugs <3

anonymous asked:

Can we take a minute to appreciate that sleeveless top Chyler was wearing that night with Nathan and like her ARMS tho. Like goodness gracious HOW... and like they're REALLY cute. Cute as in I actually ship this hetero relationship CUTE. 😂

I’m so gay, I feel you.

anonymous asked:

might be kind of a rarepair but idw starjack (starscream/wheeljack) headcanons? how did they confess? where do they go on dates etc etc? thank you!

(Hnnnn I love Starjack but I always feel like I write it OOC???)

  • It’s Starscream who approaches Wheeljack first!
  • The first time they go for a drink it’s not a date- no way! Wheeljack doesn’t trust Screamer as far as he can through him…But they could both use some company…
  • Basically these two are that uber-long slow-burn fic you read at 2AM on a school night. It starts off with them leaning on each other emotionally (because who else will they lean on?) and eventually they decide on a relationship.
  • Dates are usually business meetings or recharging together since they’re so busy.
  • Ssshhh they actually admire each other quite a bit!
  • Wheeljack would never admit it, but he gets a lil protective of Starscream after he finds out about all the abuse he used to deal with. Starscream secretly appreciates it.
Let Me In

So I did something. After being so frustrated from last nights episode, I decided to give fanfiction a shot. I don’t know how you guys do it! I feel like I have carpal tunnel now 😂. Also writing is stressful!

I have to give a huge shot out to @justkillingtimewhileiwait for editing and for working your magic on this too!

Here’s the link!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12417348/1/Let-Me-In

6

I… honestly am full of too much emotion right now to describe how this night made me feel, how this fucking incredibly kind and talented and sweet and considerate man made me feel tonight. (also big shoutout to @hikasho who let me scream with them and helped me keep my cool agdusjsg E im so fuckin glad i could share this experience with you!!!)

the show was UNBELIEVABLE, they were so into it and intense it was incredible, we met so many nice people and the bands they played with were out of this world, and i got the tour shirt!! AND THEY DID A DAVID BOWIE COVER WHICH KILLED ME INSTANTLY

meeting him was absolutely the most heartfelt and honest meeting ive ever had with someone I admire, hands down. there were autograph hounds waiting for him but he came out to see us anyway because he cares so so much about his fans, the people who care about him, and he took SO MUCH time with everyone?? like he was making actual conversation with us and making adorable monty python references, and he asked my pronouns unprompted!! that was incredibly important for me, that doesnt happen in my daily life and to have ezra, exhausted from an intense concert and putting all the gear away and still out talking with us at 1am, he took the time to ask right away what my pronouns were, and that will always be special to me. i almost wore the exact shirt hes wearing in the pics, and when i excitedly told him so he said “oh wow really? this is the first time ive worn it!” and he was just so happy and calm and sweet with us, and gave the BEST hugs on the entire planet, of that i am certain. and like i was there with E and it definitely seemed like he wanted to talk with us more, like he kinda lingered with us? and he gave me another hug and like grabbed my hand and held it softly and im so very compromised right now.

he also asked if id be at the show in san diego tomorrow and i said maybe, and he seemed so excited that i might go that it made my mind up right there, so i guess im seeing them again tomorrow XD i told him to drive safe down there, and then he asked me how i was getting there and told me to travel safe as well, and im just way too full of love and admiration and gratitude for this man. gah.

(in the last pic he said “lets make shapes with our hands like beasts” and i was like yes ezra of course lmao)

i’m having such a good feeling night that i like don’t want to go to sleep just because of how good things feel rn, but god damn i’m so tired. so so very tired. night y’all, this skeleman’s hittin the hay.

Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you

That is how I know you go on

Far across the distance
And spaces between us


You have come to show you go on

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on


Once more you open the door



And you’re here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime

And never let go ‘til we’re gone

Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold to

In my life we’ll always go on

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on



Once more you open the door



And you’re here in my heart



And my heart will go on and on



You’re here, there’s nothing I fear

And I know that my heart will go on

We’ll stay forever this way

You are safe in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

anonymous asked:

Hi, love the blog. I've been struggling to find a therapist. I have bad days and at night I've been having dreadful thoughts. A lot of people say go see one but they don't know how hard its been for me to find one. I wanted to find one that is affordable or accepts my insurance... I'll get mail if I use insurance and I'll need to call my insurance company. Everything feels like a hassle. I feel like no one cares. One therapist I called was really pushy about their service. It causes me anxiety..

Hey baby !!! Thank you so much. 💕 I sympathize heavily with your situation. In the last 12 years, I’ve seen 7 therapists. I’ve called and talked to dozens more, and I know from personal experience that some of them can be super pushy and/or rude. I actually gave up on the idea of finding a therapist in my late teens. I never felt like I connected with any of the people I saw, it was hella expensive, and I barely made any progress.

Last year I found the most amazing therapist for me through my insurance program and I am very grateful. I will be completely honest with you though. Going through the process to make attending therapy possible was one of the hardest, most anxiety-inducing and stressful f***king things I’ve ever had to cope with in recovery. It took me months to even get the courage to call and make an appointment. Now I can’t wait to book my appointments. Sometimes I go in crying and anxious as hell just because I know I will feel better after my session, and that just makes all the effort so much more worth it.

I can’t stress enough how much therapy has helped me in my journey and I strongly encourage you to keep your faith in the search. Remember that if you get a bad vibe or feel uncomfortable with any therapist (or even the receptionist), you NEVER have to go or call back. You are allowed to take your time, and it’s likely that you won’t find a perfect match right away. I want you to know that I am not the only one who cares about you and I truly believe in you darling. If I can do it, you absolutely can do it too. 💘✨

It’s not about the places we have been, the things we have done or the things we have talked about together.

It’s about our souls. And when my soul met yours; It was a while after our bodies met. They met when I kissed you in my moonlit room. I thought your laugh was the prettiest thing before I heard you moan.

The thing is your body is not here with me anymore. But I still can feel your soul next to mine. Our souls talk about how beautiful the moon is and when I miss you so much, your soul cries with me almost every night.

Talk About It

Requested By:  lovelymonaghan

Prompt: Could you write a Derek imagine where the reader is stiles’ twin sister and she still has nightmares because she was with their mom when she died and Derek didn’t know that she was dead so she tells him and he helps her through her anxiety and nightmares because he knows how it feels to lose someone you love. I’m sorry it’s such a long request I hope it’s not any trouble to write:/

Word Count: 344

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This is the part that scares me: to wake up in the middle of the night and feel a short stab of pain thinking how much I’ve been made to believe we have something special, before throwing it back to normal, as if it never took place. Just as how it’s easy for me to write your name again or let myself fall back to that same place. Have I been hallucinating? If not, tell me that it’s real, and it still is.
—  hanzelwrites

I do not normally dream about my sims, not actually really anytime before last night. I had dream in this rainy town, it was pale blue and grey, very aesthetically pleasing. The only part of the dream I remember is Wednesday like walking then speed walking then like running, crying. Like sobbing. It was so sad to see my baby so upset. You know how you have memories in the dream, I remember something about her telling Amelia she had feelings for her and maybe? that? she? loved? her?? And Amelia completely rejected Wednesday, Wednesday tried to act like she was fine walking away from Amelia but just lost it emotionally. IDK WHAT MY BRAIN IS/WAS THINKING!! ;-; I had to share it somewhere and needed to write it down so I don’t forget it.