wake up an smell the coffee

The mornings in the apartment usually got slept throw. None of you liked walking up early, but this time was different. A job interview had forced you to get up before 8 o’clock. You did your best to sneak up from the bed you and Remus shared without waking him up and grabbed the nearest clothing piece you could find before walking sleepily into the kitchen. The smell of freshly made coffee and toasted bread must’ve been enough for Remus to wake up because after just a few minutes you could hear his footstep thought the apartment. He entered the kitchen just as you poured yourself a big cup of the hot beverage.

“Good morning”, you greeted tiredly as you reached for another cup to give to your old friend and new roommate. 

Is that my shirt?”, Remus asked with his hoarse morning voice. You looked down, not noticing until now that it wasn’t your shirt you have grabbed. You handed him the cup with a short shrug. 

“Looks better on me”, you teased. Remus took a sip of the hot coffee before leaning towards you and kissed your hair. 

“Sure does”. 

anonymous asked:

HOW IS YOUR SKIN SO BEAUTIFUL?! HOW DO YOU KEEP IT CLEAR?? pls gimme your tips & tricks, help a sister out

I actually used to have really bad cystic acne and like I do have a routine and it helps but the number one thing that cleared my skin is birth control! Other than that I take off my makeup with the lush herbalism cleanser or Kalamazoo cleanser because it’s brightening and that helps with my acne scars, I exfoliate once or twice a week with like this neutrogena grapefruit scrub thing and I moisturize with the glossier priming mouisturizer! And days that my skin looks dull I have this mask I use that has coffee in it so it like literally wakes up ur face and it smells SO good!

ways andrew and neil show affection:

  • andrew helping neil out of his gear when he blows his arms out during a game and can barely lift his racquet anymore
    • if neil notices how andrew’s hands linger a little longer on his skin than they should, he doesn’t mention it
  • andrew waking up to the smell of coffee, and a just-came-out-of-the-shower-and-dripping-wet neil, messing around in their kitchen making breakfast for them both
    • he’ll never admit it, but neil does it mostly so he can have andrew’s silent thank you kiss on the back of his neck
  • sitting on the couch or in a booth or anywhere just a little too close, just so that their thighs touch and neil can remember that this is home
  • andrew letting neil’s head loll on his shoulder when they’re in the bus back from a game and neil is too exhausted to stay awake 
  • ‘i hate you’
  • walking side to side close enough that their shoulders bump every few steps
    • on the best days, andrew holding neil’s pinky with his own
  • neil leaving notes every morning before going for a run, and ending them with ‘i’ll be back’ everytime
  • when they’re watching tv, andrew letting neil lay his head in his lap and carefully running his fingers through the mess of his hair, brushing his bangs out of his face and tucking them behind his ears
    • (neil has never been able to tell who doing this calmed down more)
  • the familiar weight of andrew’s hand on the back of his neck, and a calm but strict ‘abram’ spoken into his ear
  • neil sleeping on the couch on nights andrew can’t stand having him close, and never asking for more than what he’s given
  • ‘yes or no?’
  • the weight of the name ‘neil’, pushed into his mouth along with andrew’s tongue, grounding him and making his head spin 
  • sharing cigarettes and kisses on rooftops in the cold and dead of night until neither of them can feel their lips or fingertips
  • ‘stay’

there’s a whole world out there you haven’t seen yet; cute coffee shops you havent been at and aesthetic buildings you have never even heard about. dogs to pet along the way while you’re exploring your favorite foreign city. you still have to go through days of stargazing with the love of your life and waking up next to them.
- the struggles you’re going through are not worth throwing all these things away. stay alive to see what the future brings you. stay alive. even if it is just for the fact that you cant imagine never smelling flowers again. whatever happens, its not time yet to become one with the sky.

au where isak and eskild live together and one morning isak wakes up to the smell of coffee and goes to have his morning cup but a stranger is sitting at the table and isak is not that suprised, eskild brings boys home all the time ,but they usually disappear before isak wakes up.so he nods at him and the boy’s face lights up and isaks heart stupidly skips a beat, “you must be isak. im even” and his voice isnt helping his heart and isak forces a smile “yeah, hi” then walks to the counter to grab his favourite mug but its not in its place and he frowns bc hes pretty sure he put it back there last night and with a sigh and a roll of his eyes he turns back around, ready to drag eskild for taking it when he sees it in even’s grip and isaks face stills and he bites down on his tongue and even follows his stare, “oh you…um,im sorry is it yours?” and isak nods and even looks so apologetic and offers to wash the mug and isak would laugh if it wasnt so early in the morning but he just waves him off and grabs another mug and pours himself coffee, “i made that, i hope its okay, i really needed some caffeine” and isak snorts which even frowns at “what?” and isak shrugs “nothing, just..i dont think eskild has ever brought a boy back that stayed long enough to make coffee and drink it here comfortably. using my mug” and even smiles but looks confused then makes an ‘oh’ face “i didnt sleep with eskild.. he,um, offered me a place to stay..?” and isak almost drops his mug. he manages to get out a “why” and even is about to say something but eskild walks in like “good morning,i see you two already met” like its no big deal and isak raises an eyebrow at him and even awkwardly excuses himself. “you told him he can stay here??” isak asks in a whisper and eskild puts a hand on his shoulder “he really needed a place, isak, and its not like hes staying forever” and isak blows air out his nose in disbelief, “well how long is he staying then” and when eskild doesnt answer, isak rolls his eyes at him and eskild starts to fumble with his mug “a few days, or weeks..i dont know” and isak sighs annoyed and is about to leave but eskild stops him “this guy really needs this now, isak” and isak is like “do you even know him??” and eskild tells him theyve talked a few times and before he could finish his story,isak turns on his heels and walks out the kitchen, making his way to the bathroom.and when he opens the door even is standing there shirtless and isaks eyes linger a little on his body before he shuts the door and swears under his breath and his heart is racing,for the second time today and its not even noon, and he knows its gonna be a difficult few days or weeks or however long even is staying


• Waking up to the strong smell of coffee every morning
• Coming home to a sea of papers flooding the living room
• And finding Spencer somewhere amongst the mess
• And practically having to drag him from his work to bed
• Spencer constantly speaking during TV shows, pointing out all the scientific flaws
• Him constantly spewing facts
• Doing fixer up projects whenever he’s home
• He’s really absent minded so he’d probably be in the middle of something and then just walk away and you’re left to clean up his messes a lot
• But even though it’s annoying, it’s kinda cute so you don’t always mind
• Dealing with his crazy schedule and being woken up in the middle of the night with a quick good bye kiss
• Cuddles all the time
• Fluffy haired, pajama Spencer
• Comfoting him whenever he has nightmares
• Indulging in bizarre midnight snacks
• Teaching him how to bake and cook
• And the smoke detectors going off every time he attempts to make dinner
• Him inviting the team over a lot for get togethers
• Random sloppy kisses as you pass by in the hall
• And lots of “I love you”’s

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
—  Unknown
Psych ship aesthetics

Gules is holding hands and shared giggles, thigh kisses and broken-in dance shoes. it’s bright yellow flowers and carefully organized stacks of comics. it’s a feeling of peaceful bliss. it’s a contented sigh and piggy-back rides and braided hair and a cool breeze and the night skyline. it’s the smell of chocolate chip cookies and the feeling of waking up and knowing you have the whole day free to do whatever you want.

Lassiet is the brisk smell of fall, the cool feel of smooth metal. it’s the comfort of never having to look over your shoulder. it’s resting your head on someones shoulder while you hug them. it’s wordless understanding and finally sitting down at the end of a long day. it’s the soft scent of peaches and the familiar feel of something you’ve run your hands over a million times. it’s sneaking off when no one’s paying attention and too-sweet coffee and well-worn leather. 

Shus is the crinkle of snack bags and bodies draped over each other in every imaginable fashion. it’s the sparkle of the sun on the ocean and when your face hurts from smiling so much. it’s arguing like an old married couple and watching the same movies over and over again and being kissed when you least expect it. it’s the refreshing taste of cold lemonade on a hot day. it’s the sound of waves crashing on the beach and laying on the roof to look at the stars. 

Shules is sun-kissed skin and sand between your toes. it’s the wind in your hair when you drive with all the windows open. it’s candy hearts and turning the music all the way up and neon signs blinking in store windows. it’s the colors of the sky at sunset, fingers tangled in hair, and palm trees swaying in the breeze. it’s feeling like you’ll never stop laughing and a red checkered picnic blanket. it’s freckles and forehead kisses and cartwheels and finding shapes in the clouds.

Gussie is dimly lit museums and the smell of musty books and adorably furrowed brows. it’s the weight of laying under 6 blankets and the steady, reliable sound of a heartbeat. it’s cracked moleskin, long walks around the neighborhood, and the comfortable silence of intimacy. it’s getting lost in someone’s eyes and inside jokes and conversations that last until 3am. it’s the sharp sound of tap shoes and strong arms wrapped around you.

Shassie is wide smiles hidden behind grumbled complaints and the tangy smell of pineapple. it’s having a full conversation by just exchanging a look and being shoved against a wall to be kissed. it’s insults that become terms of endearment, a reassuring touch, and a rush of adrenaline. it’s being tangled up in your sheets and the coarse feeling of stubble. it’s never having to explain yourself. it’s a hot bath, the smell of good cologne, a sense of triumph, and cheeky grins.

the ot4 is all this and more. it’s when your stomach hurts from laughing, it’s dancing around your house for no reason at all, it’s that feeling when a moment is so perfect you wish you could freeze it in time forever. it’s falling asleep on the couch and waking up with a blanket draped over you. it’s the feeling of victory when you stay up long enough to see the sunrise, jumping in the pool for the first time, and scent of your favorite person’s shirt. it’s the comforting feeling of home.

Okay but imagine the first time Alec spends the night Magnus wakes up and feels around for his Shadowhunter but the bed is cold and he sits up at the smell of something cooking wafting from the door and he puts on his robe and pads into the kitchen to see Alec in sweatpants and his old T-shirt, his hair ruffled and messy and his feet bare, humming softly to himself as he flips a pancake on the grill and Magnus’ heart melts at the sight of the full on breakfast of eggs, bacon, hash browns, cereal, sausage, muffins, and coffee laid out on the table before him. Magnus leans against the doorway and smiles. 

“I find it extremely attractive when men can cook, you know.” and Alec jumps and spins around, holding a spatula in one hand and it isn’t until now that Magnus realizes that Alec is wearing his flowery apron and he holds back a laugh as he also notices the flour that dusts Alec’s pink cheeks and his hair. 

“I-uh good morning.” Alec stutters out, giving Magnus a lopsided grin. “Did I wake you?“  

“No, darling. You’re fine.” Magnus sits down at the table. “What’s the occasion?”

 "Occasion?“ Alec repeats. 

 "For this buffet.” Magnus sweeps his arm dramatically to gesture at the food before him and Alec’s face goes from pink to a crimson red. 

 "I-uh well….I’ve never had breakfast with you. I actually don’t know if you even eat breakfast. Some people don’t. So I… I don’t know what you like. And I thought for letting me stay the night I would repay you. Except I don’t know if you’re a pancake person or a bacon person or a cereal person-“ And Alec suddenly runs over to the counter and brings over a bowl of fruit. "I also brought fruit. I don’t know if you like fruit. I just thought it would be nice, you know? I mean, breakfast is the most important meal of the day-" 

 "Alexander.” Magnus gets up and walks towards him, positively beaming at Alec and a blush on his own cheeks as well as he stares up at the younger man while wrapping his arms around his neck. Alec’s hands find their way to Magnus’ waist. “First of all, to be clear. I didn’t LET you stay the night. That sounds as if I had no other choice and it was against my will. I wanted you to stay the night because I want to spend every minute of every single day with you. Second of all, you do not ever have to repay me nor do you owe me anything, my sweet. And third of all, how much more adorable can you get?” Alec ducks his head down to hide his flushed face but Magnus takes his chin in his hand and makes Alec look at him softly. “You realize I can just magic breakfast, right?" 

 Alec doesn’t make eye contact with Magnus and mumbles, his face still red but now he’s smiling. "I wanted it to be special. Our first breakfast together. Couples celebrate that, right? I’m new to dating, as you know. Is that a milestone? I don’t-" 

 And Magnus laughs and touches his forehead to Alec’s. "You complete me.” He whispers and Alec laughs back breathlessly and softly and tightens his hold on Magnus’ waist. 

 "For the record, you guessed correctly. I am a breakfast person. Nice apron, by the way.“ Magnus chuckles and wipes some flour off of Alec’s cheek with his finger and pecks him on the lips for a few seconds then pulls away.

 "Let’s go eat breakfast, angel.”

 "Okay.“ Alec looks positively giddy but as Magnus starts to untangle himself from Alec’s grasp, he pulls him back towards him.

 "What kind of pancakes do you want?”

 "What do you mean?“ 

 "I… may or may not have made multiple variations of pancakes because I wasn’t sure what you liked. There’s original, of course, but there’s also blueberry, chocolate chip, chocolate, cinnamon roll-”

 Magnus bursts out laughing, his heart gushing with love for Alec and he kisses him again and pecks him on the cheek for good measure. “Blueberry sounds wonderful.”

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
—  via @wizdomly

You deserve all the good things.

You deserve waking up happy in the morning. You deserve dancing along to music in the kitchen while cooking breakfast. You deserve to feel weightless after a mid-day run. You deserve the smell of your favorite black coffee. You deserve reading a book at the park under the clear blue sky. You deserve to dance in the rain. You deserve to sing along to the radio in the car. You deserve shaking from laughter. You deserve feeling loved. You deserve happy.

—  N.C. // deserve happy
Living with EXO

Xiumin: clean rooms, simple decoration, huge sofa for cuddling, big windows to watch the rain or snow falling, smell of coffee, breakfast in bed, getting woken up by him lightly stroking your hair, a lot of candles all over the bedroom and living room

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Suho: giantic book shelf in the living room, cute pictures of you both on the walls, a big tv in the bedroom to watch movies together while cuddling in bed, flowers all over the house, falling asleep on his chest, a lot of different teas in the kitchen

Originally posted by daenso

Lay: smell of flowers, seeing cute notes on the mirror after waking up, probably likes to watch you while you sleep, getting to fall asleep on his arms while he is stroking your hair every day, him waking you up by kissing your shoulder, slow dancing in the living room

Originally posted by parkchny

Baekhyun: clothes all over the floor, watching TV series together every day, him always falling asleep with his head on your shoulder, attempting to cook for you to surprise you but fails, leads to eating pizza at least once a week, getting hugged tightly by him while sleeping

Originally posted by wooyoung

Chen: probably chaotic but still finds everything he searches for in the chaos, likes to fall asleep while you tell him about your day because he finds your voice soothing, likes to hug you from behind while you cook, wakes up very early and then tries to wake you up because he is bored

Originally posted by everybodyloveschen

Chanyeol: king size bed, also a very messy person, leaves his snapbacks everywhere, sleeping until 12pm, pulls you back into his arms after you trying to wake him up, him mumbling something cutely while he sleeps, probably moves a lot while sleeping, letting you listen to his music, 

Originally posted by parkchny

D.O: also an organized person, probably makes sure that you keep the house clean as well, cooking together, laying in his arms during the evenings and listening to him talking either about his days or about his childhood, probably sings you sweetly to sleep

Originally posted by junyeol

Kai: kissing you lazily in his sleep, probably also someone who hugs you tightly while sleeping, takes great care of you if you get sick, sitting on the sofa after a tiring day and listening to each other talking while laying in his arms, him stroking your cheek while you lay your head on his lap

Originally posted by kaibility

Sehun: probably likes to spend time in bedroom more than in living room, a lot of selfies of you both all over the living room and bedroom walls, carries you into the bedroom if you fall asleep on the sofa and trying hard to not wake you up, doesn’t like to asleep without having you laying next to him

Originally posted by sefuns

Spring/Summer HP aesthetics

Hufflepuff: a clear blue sky, crisp white clouds, sunflowers stalks swaying in the breeze, waking up early and fixing a cup of tea/coffee as the sun rises, a soft cushioned couch, burrowing under piles of pillows and fleece blankets, rain splashing and sliding down windows, putting on your favorite pair of socks in the morning, the snap of jean buttons and overall clasps, sticking your bare feet in dewy grass, cloud-gazing, the feeling of your fingers in the rich earth, the smell of freshly made cookies baking in the oven, the creak of the door when you first get home, licking chocolate off your finger tips, stroking your pet meditatively, spinning in circles until you get too dizzy and fall down, watching as seedlings begin to grow, succulents and ivy spilling out of garden beds, moss and lichens growing on rocks, new blossoms appearing on trees, the glare of sunlight out of the corner of your eye, hearing birdsong as evening begins to set in.

Slytherin: Fog rolling over landscapes, rain pouring down from the sky and the sound when it hits your umbrella as you walk around in a rainstorm, the feminine rustle of petticoats and tulle, shining black shoes glistening under candle light, gentle quiet notes being played on the piano, stepping into a warm shower early in the morning, a hand brushing your cheek gently, the slick sound when you adjust a tie, a cigarette held between two fingers gently, freshly applied lipstick, the flourish of a cloak or a heavy coat, the whistle of the wind in your ears and the hollow sound it creates when the wind beats against your house, evening walks, lighting candles in a pitch black room, power outs, train pistons moving, the crackle of thunder, pricking your finger on a needle, tall grass waving in the breeze, settling down in front of a blazing fire, finding a secluded spot to spend time with close friends, the subtle glisten of blood, silvery moonlit walks in the forest at night.

Gryffindor: Pounding heartbeat shaking your chest, the rush of blood in your ears, sticking a hand out the window of a car while driving and feeling the wind pass through your fingers, the apprehension when you reach the top of the roller coaster, chanting in a crowd of people, crowd surfing, the feeling of sweat on your upper brow, running and rolling down steep hills, the sound of skateboard wheels on pavement, drinking your first cup of coffee in the morning, waking up late on your day off and staying in bed as long as you want to, picking at scabs, the clink of chain link fences, oversized sweaters draping over your body and making you feel small and comfy, yelling your throat raw, feeling music on every cell of your body, turning your music up too loud and drowning out the world, feet peddling a bike, the rush of nearly getting caught, laughing loudly with a group of friends.

Ravenclaw: the smell when you walk into a bookstore, tenderly handling leather bound books, hand cramping from extensive writing, paint smudges on your hands, wearing old pairs of jeans, ink blotches covering the margins of notebooks, color coded notes, sitting beneath a tree and reading, opening a newly bought book, reading the last line of a book, stage curtains rustling gently, holding your breath under water, letting ocean waves hit your ankles, star gazing late into the night, walking down quiet country lanes, pulling your hair back so that you can focus, water boiling in a kettle, slipping into a steaming bath surrounded by candles, soft lamplight dimly lighting a room, brushing impatient and frustrated fingers through hair, writing on the first page of a new notebook, opening your window to listen to the sound of rain as you fall asleep at night, collecting leaves and feathers, watering plants, freshly washed and dried hair

Autumnal Asks
  • 🍁 crunchy leaves: what's your favorite noise/sound to hear?
  • ❄ chilly air: are you a warm weather or cold weather person?
  • ☁ misty mornings: what time do you wake up? What for?
  • 👕 oversized sweaters: what sweater weather outfit are you looking forward to wearing? (Bonus if pictured)
  • 🎃 carved pumpkins: what holidays (popular or pagan) are you celebrating this fall?
  • 👻 ghost stories: what books are you reading, how are they?
  • ☕ hot coffee: what's your drink this fall?
  • 👐 cold hands: anyone to hold them?
  • 💀 spooky shadows: any increased spiritual activity?
  • 🍎 apple pie: what's cooking? (Or planned to cook?)
  • 🔥 scented candles: 5 favorite smells
  • ☔ hurricanes: what do you do on rainy days?
  • 🌱cinnamon: what are your favorite spices?
  • 🍂haunted hayrides: do you see your friends over the summer or do you have to wait till fall?
  • 👺 monster masks: what's your makeup/morning routine?
  • 🐱 black cat: what pets do you have/want?

I want to be happy with her.

I want to wake up every morning and kiss her cheek and brew her a cup of coffee before work.

I want to lean in close and tell her how wonderful her hair smells today.

I want to lie in our bed on a Saturday night and cuddle with her as the sun sets outside our window.

I want to make her breakfast when she’s in a rush.

I want to whisper in her ear every day that I love her, and mean it more and more each time.

I want to marry her and live in a little apartment with cats and a succulent on our windowsill.

I want to spend the rest of my life with her.

I don’t know who she is yet, but I hope she’ll find me soon.

Hogwarts House Christmas Aesthetics
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Gryffindor:</b> Waking up early to open presents. Drunken caroling. Stockings overstuffed with sweets. Mistletoe in every doorway. Elf on a Shelf. Terrible Christmas puns. 'We Wish You a Merry Christmas.' Animated Christmas films. Ugly sweater parties. Handmade gifts. Sledding down the steepest hill in town. Staying up late and trying to catch Santa. The smell of cinnamon. Indulgently flavored coffees. Taking a nap after Christmas dinner. Brightly colored wrapping paper. 'Elf.'<p/><b>Slytherin:</b> Midnight Mass sung entirely in Latin. Classy Christmas parties. Breaking out the good china for Christmas dinner. Twinkling white lights that line the roof and doorway and windows. Sneaky mistletoe kisses. Driving around the neighborhood on Christmas Eve to see all the decorations. Extravagant gifts. Ice sculptures. A perfectly harmonized arrangement of 'The Carol of The Bells.' A wine bottle Advent calendar. Snowman building competitions. The quiet crackling of the fireplace. Eggnog-spiked coffee. Shoving handfuls of snow down the back of your best friend's shirt and then running for it. 'A Christmas Carol'.<p/><b>Hufflepuff:</b> Making snow angels with your friends and then helping each other up so there's no stray hand prints. Working the soup kitchens on Christmas Eve. Super thoughtful gifts. The smell of freshly baked cookies and fudge. Reciting 'Twas the Night Before Christmas from memory alone. Setting out treats for Santa and the reindeer. 'O Come All Ye Faithful.' Santa hats. Eskimo kisses. Candy canes in mugs of steaming cocoa. Curling up in front of the fire with your sweetheart and a heavy blanket. Building gingerbread houses. 'Miracle on 34th Street.'<p/><b>Ravenclaw:</b> Late-night stargazing on Christmas Eve. The way the morning light shines through hanging icicles and casts prisms of rainbow light across the snow. Candlelight in windows. Perfectly hung tinsel on the Christmas tree. Personalized Christmas cards. 'The Little Drummer Boy.' Practical gifts. Building the perfect igloo in the front yard. Waking up to a fresh later of snow on Christmas morning. Sprigs of spearmint in your morning cup of tea. A family photo where everyone's smiling and no one blinks. Shimmering, decorative bows on all the gifts. Artfully arranged stockings. 'It's a Wonderful Life.'<p/></p><p/></p>