wake eat

warm and soft like a fireplace….a heith….

sponsored youtube videos are so funny to me it’s like “hi guys this is my morning routine!! i wake up, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, take a shower, wash my hair with Shea Moisture Argan Oil & Almond Milk Smooth & Tame Shampoo and Conditioner™, put on makeup, get dressed, and go about my day!!”

I deactivated my Facebook recently. I barely text people nowadays. I wake up, eat and shut myself in my room each day. It’s not because I hate the world. It’s not because I want to brood. It’s not because I am some sad soul longing to be away from here. Okay, I guess I am a bit of each but mostly I am just tired. Tired of all the noise around me, tired of people telling me how I should be, and tired of having emotions for lovers that are temporary. I just need some quietness in this loud world that talks too much but speaks so little sense. So, please leave me in my solitude. I have already given the world too much attention, now let me be.
—  AM // in my silence
Little Notes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Request: “A cute little Bucky X Reader idea popped into my head today. How about the reader always writes reminders/her To Do list on her hands, so she always has writing in them. She’s so busy all the time that she often falls asleep wherever she sits down in the tower. When she wakes up she sometimes finds new notes written on her hands written by none other than the Bucky Barnes. Do what you wish with this little idea, I trust your creative genius! Thank you always for writing 💜” - @lovelyladylilac

Word Count: 1972

Warning: little bit of fluff

To @lovelyladylilac, thank you for requesting the cutest ideas, and thank you for checking in on me when I’m absent for too long. Even in my writer’s block and overwhelming life you’re always there to make my day and help me focus on what makes me happy. You mean the world to me! <3

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The reason the general public nowadays cannot see Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson as a romantic couple is because romantic relationships in real life are not nearly as good as theirs is. The characters come from a time when men and women had a very different power dynamic in society – many can argue there are still remnants of that dynamic resonating today. The man ruled the roost, the little woman attended the home but made no actual decisions in her life. Can you imagine being a Victorian, used to that lifestyle, that unfair power dynamic, and getting your hands on a Sherlock Holmes story? Two people live together, work together, care about each other more than anything in the entire world, and each person is equal to the other? One is an army doctor, the other a detective, and together they kick ass… until it’s time to go to dinner and the Opera together. They vacation together, wake up and eat breakfast together, they know each other’s sleeping habits. They walk together in the park and don’t feel pressured to speak because they know each other “intimately”. They stay living together long into old age. What a romance! What an exceptionally high bar for romance! A bar everyone wants to meet but most don’t. Who doesn’t want to be in a romantic relationship where you and your partner love and care about each other most in all the world? Where you two spend every day together and you’re glad for it, and days you’re apart you wait impatiently for a reunion? Where you build a life together? Where you literally take to Journaling about how great your partner is? Where each person is equal?


Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson have had an 130-year romance and that’s precisely why people love them. If someone does not understand that those two men were as intimate as lovers, it’s because that person does not grasp what a romantic relationship should be.


Have i ever had a romance as great as that of Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson? No, not by a long shot, but i hope that one day I’ll be lucky enough to experience it myself.

hi there is a ghost in our house who eats our garlic bread and chips. do NOT INTERRUPT ME SARAH, it wasnt me everyone thinks its me………… we had a party one night and left a whole log of garlic bread on the kitchen bench. the next morning the entire thing had been pulled apart and ONLY THE INSIDES were eaten. there was just an ominous plate of crust rings. THEN last saturday we all went out and i bought chicken-flavoured chips (myfavourite) and we didn’t eat them all so i decided to take the half-eaten packet home. when we got back i put it on my desk THE NEXT MORNING THEY WERE GONE i walked around the house for an hour whimpering about my lost potato boys, there was no evidence of anyone eating them no empty packets nOThigngngngn

anonymous asked:

Is it still your bday?? If so HAPPY BIRTHDAY

YES it actually is & i’m celebrating it by eating instant noodles

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you’re the best thing to wake up to

I’m gonna be honest. I hate mornings. I’ve always wanted to be a morning person – to wake up early and energized and hop out of bed with no problem. But, instead I wake up most mornings just wanting to go back to bed. Luckily, you don’t have to be a morning person to have a productive morning.

waking up

  • Getting out of bed is the hardest part. Start with a realistic time to set your alarm – the days I set my alarm for 6 with good intentions are the days I turn it off and sleep way late. I’m much more likely to actually get out of bed if I set it for a little later. 
  • I like to use an app like Sleep Cycle that wakes you up gently.
  • Or go old school and use an actual alarm clock, and kick your phone out of your room altogether. 
  • As soon as you get out of bed, get dressed and make up your bed. You’ll automatically feel more productive and you’ll be way less likely to go back to sleep. 

first things first

  • It’s hard to be productive on an empty stomach – eat some breakfast as soon as you feel up to it. 
  • I find it hard to eat in the mornings, so I’ll usually have a light snack of fruit with coffee when I first wake up, and then eat something a little heavier around 10.
  • Get moving! whether it’s yoga, a quick run (i salute those of you who can run in the mornings), or just a couple jumping jacks. 
  • Get ready for the day before you get to work. This way you 1) feel more ~human~ and productive right off the bat and 2) won’t have to stop working to get dressed later when you’ve gotten into a groove.

get to work

  • Check your planner and make plan for the day
  • Get all your supplies and your space ready
  • Fill up a water bottle so you can stay hydrated!
  • Put away distractions (install a site blocker if you need to!)
  • Put on some music that makes you feel happy 
  • Knock one or two little tasks off your list first, then go on to the hardest task/one you’re dreading
  • Don’t forget regular breaks so you don’t feel burnt out by lunch!
Reluctant Reconciliation

Summary: Being Sam Winchester’s Omega was wonderful… when he was actually there. Yes, he was kind and loving, but he’d spend weeks away from you, only stopping by when he needed to. Two years of living on the outskirts of Sam’s life is starting to take its toll.
Pairing
: Alpha!SamxOmega!Reader
Words
: 4704 (whoa)
Warnings
: A/B/O Dynamics. Pining (is that a warning?). Talk of sex. 
AN: The long awaited sequel for Reluctant Rejection!!! There will be a third part. I promise you, it will be a lot shorter than this… this one got out of hand  XD
Anywhooo, hope you enjoy it! I have some worries that I may have waffled, but @skybinx-blog assures me otherwise…
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

Reluctant Rejection

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The damn thermos was the only thing that was still the same.

After you’d made Sam leave, you’d spent the best part of two weeks just living on the couch. You’d had no energy to drag yourself far, and the sofa put you equidistant to the fridge and the bathroom, meaning you didn’t really have much need to move. With shaking limbs, you’d decided that enough was enough. You had to keep living your life, and that meant moving on from your Alpha, even if he had been your true mate.

So, you fell into a routine to try and keep you grounded. Wake up, work, eat, sleep, repeat. Unfortunately, you had no idea if it would have worked, because it didn’t take long for your heat to hit once again. This time there was no Sam walking through your door to comfort you, no Sam to wrap his arms around you and hold you close, no Sam to show you how much he loved you.

You’d never felt agony like it. Sure, heats had always sucked ass, but what you experienced was far beyond any pain they’d caused you before you’d met Sam. There was no need to seek out an explanation for it, though. You knew it was because your whole being was craving your Alpha.

What you also realised during this time was that Sam’s scent was saturated into every part of your house. Sure, it might have been vaguely faded, but it was there, and in your sensitive state you’d torn up a large part of your home in an effort to seek it out, desperate for something more substantial than a weak scent clinging to your mattress. Once you were over the worst of it, you started on your next endeavour to move on.

You gutted your house.

There was no way you wanted to suffer like you had during your last heat, and so you did what you had to. All things that you knew you would never rid of Sam’s warm smell was to be tossed out. Your mattress and all your bedding went first, quickly followed by your sofa and curtains, and then the carpets. Even the doormat that Sam himself had bought you got tossed out, only pausing briefly to look at the strange pentagram that you spotted on its underside, painted on in a colour that was just off from the mat’s colour. Unnerved slightly with this discovery, you pressed on.

Everything that you kept went through a serious cleaning. No surface went un-scrubbed, and you painstakingly re-varnished all the wooden surfaces.

Not to mention you decided that, with new furniture and a new life, you would rearrange everything and have a new layout. This brought to surface the second thing that unnerved you… the little fabric pouches that started popping up in random places.

Regardless, you persevered, and soon it looked as though you’d moved into a new house.

Except for the goddamn thermos.

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