trashed bedrooms

Teach me how to dance with you (800 followers!)

Originally posted by andwebegin


Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: ANGST, little bit of fluff, talk of miscarriage.

Word count: 2.222 (hell yeah)

Summary: Steve’s away for another mission and you fall apart. There’s a secret that has been weighing on your shoulders for way too long and you have no idea how much longer you can keep it from Steve.


A/N without the caps: This is part one to a very random series of mine. It’s based on the song “Teach me how to dance with you” by Causes.

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Keith, sweetheart, it’s cute that you try to be an oresama, but let’s face it, you’re a tsundere through and through.

dan’s music recommendations from live shows (1/17, 1/24, 2/7)

listed: album - artist

lemonade - beyonce

a seat at the table - solange knowles

atrocity exhibition - danny brown 

a moon shaped pool - radiohead 

blond - frank ocean

the life of pablo - kanye west

22, a million - bon iver

bottomless pit - death grips (bonus! favorite songs from the album: trash, eh and three bedrooms in a good neighborhood)

any live performance by christine and the queens

la la land - various artists (most notably ryan reynolds and emma stone)

blue neighborhood - troye sivan

run the jewels 3 - run the jewels
My Faerie Queen

She smiled and said, I’m your Faerie Queen
sprinkled something glittery from her pouch
and there we were doing that Zoolander Scene
in four minutes or less, we disposed of the couch

And then she winked, saying follow me dearest
took me by the hand and led me to the shower
coyly whispered are you down for a quickie love
which as best I could tell, lasted over an hour

Then she spirited us instantly back to my room
with a few words, a smirk, and a shake of her head   
and what she performed next was beyond heavenly
though resulting in the untimely demise of my bed

And that’s the last I recall for at least several hours
upon awakening it was even worse than I’d feared
my now glittering bedroom was trashed past repair
and My Sweet Faerie Queen had sadly disappeared

anonymous asked:

Us: "The house looks like a show home, not like someone lives there". Ash: "Lets completely trash the bedroom, so it looks like we live there". Me: "What a load of bullocks" Also me: "If you want some mint oreo, I can send you some. Let me know and I'll come off anon"

lol for real - and wow I love you guys, I hope you know that 

Sometimes it is just a bit… aggravating, at home, because I work as much if not MORE hours than my mom, the only other one with a steady job in this house, and yet…. For plenty of things, it’s like if I don’t do it it just won’t get done? Cleaning up the DVDs, putting the dirty clothes from the room my sister and I share in the laundry room, taking out the bedroom trash, washing out the cat food dishes, dusting the bedroom (which always sets off my asthma hella bad). Even when others say they’ll do it they… basically never do?

And it’s like, no on acknowledges how much I work - and then all the hours on school work I also spend - and I hear about still how “no one ever does anything” to help with the chores as in, my mom (and sometimes dad) are saying my sister and I are lazy and I. Am. Just. Tired.

i was tagged by mainland-china! (boboyyyy i had completely forgot about this sorry uhuh)

five things you’ll find in my bag:

  1. binder with paper sheets
  2. lunchbox
  3. lab keys
  4. cards
  5. money

five things in my bedroom:

  1. bed
  2. trash (including me)
  3. clothes
  4. too much school stuff
  5. bugs

five things that I’ve always wanted to do in life:

  1. finish something i’ve started
  2. learn a new language (i’m kinda doing it now tho)
  3. visit other countries
  4. work out to be in shape
  5. meet online friends ;v

five things that make me happy:

  1. people inviting me to events even though i never go
  2. friends talking to me <333
  3. kynsegin and their qpp *◡*
  4. sweet food like cakes and candies
  5. vo—-id’s smile

five things I’m currently into:

  1. undertale
  2. cleaning my room
  3. relaxing music
  4. wholesome memes
  5. star wars as always :)

five things on my to-do list:

  1. reply to people because i’m a little shit
  2. prepare a presentation for a lab meeting
  3. watch all the episodes of subito texto i haven’t seen yet
  4. clone a protein mutant
  5. post some of the stuff that’s been in my drafts for a year

five things people may not know about me:

  1. i have a fixed retainer behind my bottom teeth
  2. i sleep with the lights on
  3. i sleep while listening to a song on repeat
  4. jeg lærer norsk/i’m learning norwegian
  5. i’ve been wearing the same sweater+pants for 3 months i’m so sorry

i tag: vlogger-freak, ayelet-catbutt and kynsegin!

Sometimes it was easy to forget how young Donatello still was. Leo stood in the doorway of their shared, currently trashed bedroom, probably looking every inch as shocked as he felt.

Donatello was hunched over his laptop at the desk, head in his hands and shoulders shaking with what Leo fervently hoped wasn’t tears.

“Donnie?” he said carefully, and watched Don jump about a mile. And then his heart ached for his little brother, who was clearing his throat and rubbing his face on his sleeve and putting himself back together in a handful of seconds.

“I—I didn’t hear you come in,” he said, muffled, without turning around. “Sorry for taking up your desk, I'll—”

But Leo had dropped his coat and the armful of patient charts Karai had given him to take home on his bed and was wrapping an arm around Don’s shoulders a moment later. “Hey,” he said, “talk to me.”

And Don trembled for a moment under the weight of whatever it was, lips pursed tightly—then he darted a glance at Leo from under his fringe, brown eyes wide and wanting.  

“I’ll have enough credits to graduate early after all,” he said slowly. “I have the highest GPA in school, and I’ve been submitting all those scholarship applications—we want to go to NYU together.” Tears were forming in his eyes again, and Leo found himself desperately scrambling to piece together the situation, to understand what made it bad enough to warrant tears from stubborn, stoic Donatello, when his little brother added softly, “Me and Casey and April.”

Oh. Leo’s arm tightened around his shoulders.

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