when do we want them brains

I hate internalized ableism that makes it hard for me to stim, I keep rocking while sitting in a dark room and the shitstorm in my brain is loving this, calling me a stereotype, telling me I’m faking to be edgy because “no one really does this” and ugh, it sucks


so I wanted to address that


I’m sorry to everyone else to battles these types of thoughts when they settle in to stim, or others who look at their mental illness and just can’t believe they happen to have them because “holy shit, I couldn’t possibly have that, I’m faking, I can’t do x symptom”, it’s hard to battle internalized stigma, but we’re doing well, we’re still going, and someday our symptoms, stims, and quirks will feel comfortable. hopefully when that day comes we’ll be comfortable in our own skin too.

various starters
  • ❛  you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep.  ❜
  • ❛  hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice.  ❜
  • ❛  never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive.  ❜
  • ❛  death is the only god that comes when you call.  ❜
  • ❛  I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me.  ❜
  • ❛  the sun will rise and we will try again.  ❜
  • ❛  we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes.  ❜
  • ❛  I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating.  ❜
  • ❛  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ❜
  • ❛  she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying.  ❜
  • ❛  she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening.  ❜
  • ❛  magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is.  ❜
  • ❛  I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down.  ❜
  • ❛  they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws.  ❜
  • ❛  all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red.  ❜
  • ❛  what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself.  ❜
  • ❛  how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch.  ❜
  • ❛  you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you.  ❜
  • ❛  I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire.  ❜
  • ❛  you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now.  ❜
  • ❛  you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous.  ❜
  • ❛  she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin.  ❜
  • ❛  it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave.  ❜
  • ❛  she looks like divine absolution.  ❜
  • ❛  I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget.  ❜
  • ❛  be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten.  ❜
  • ❛  you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for.  ❜
  • ❛  never run back to what broke you.  ❜
  • ❛  I was quite, but not blind.  ❜
  • ❛  your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch.  ❜
  • ❛  we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.  ❜
  • ❛  do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut.  ❜
  • ❛  you can miss something but not want it back.  ❜
  • ❛  you can’t save people, you can only love them.  ❜
  • ❛  I came, I saw, I made it awkward.  ❜
  • ❛  we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like.  ❜
  • ❛  you’re always one decision away from a different life.  ❜
  • ❛  my brain has too many tabs open.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people.  ❜
  • ❛  there’s no ‘we’ in fries.  ❜
  • ❛  apology accepted, trust denied.  ❜
  • ❛  death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now.  ❜
  • ❛  life happens. coffee helps.  ❜
  • ❛  I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s.  ❜
  • ❛  I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony.  ❜
  • ❛  very early in my life it was already too late.  ❜
  • ❛  is that a threat or are you flirting with me.  ❜
  • ❛  was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives?  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.  ❜
  • ❛  I do bad things, and I do them very well.  ❜
  • ❛  you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted.  ❜
  • ❛  they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you.  ❜
  • ❛  drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart.  ❜
  • ❛  good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught.  ❜
  • ❛  a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart.  ❜
  • ❛  no airbag, we die like men.  ❜
  • ❛  true evil is, above all, seductive.  ❜
  • ❛  it takes more courage to suffer than to die.  ❜
  • ❛  you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once.  ❜
  • ❛  justice is vengeance in prettier packaging.  ❜

Loving Isak Valtersen means countless of things, all wonderful and magical in their own way.

It means carrying him to their bedroom without waking him up at midnight when he falls asleep after studying for a test, tugging the blanket under him and making hushing sounds as he drowsily opens his eyes and hums in lieu of a question. It’s stroking his hair until he shuts them again, his head resting on Even’s chest.

It’s walking him to each of his classes just to get the chance to kiss him goodbye every single time, even if that means having to run to his own.

It’s gentle, careful touches in quiet nights with the only sound of soft whispers echoing through their apartment.

It’s wrapping arms around his body, rocking him back and forth as he quietly sobs on Even’s shoulder after something came up with his parents. It’s kissing his forehead and saying he doesn’t need to apologize for soaking his shirt, and that he can soak all of his clothes if that means he will feel better after crying it all out.

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dangerhillis  asked:

Annoying roommate habits of the houses?

Gryffindor:

Coming home late after everyone has gone to bed. Junk food everywhere. Shoes, jackets, etc. never quite making it back to where they belong. Hogging the washing machines all day when we finally do something about our massive laundry pile. Showers at weird inconvenient times of the day.

Hufflepuffs:

Hufflepuffs are the roommates who get passive aggressive because they don’t want to cause conflict or make waves. Dishes aren’t getting done? Here comes the sticky note! 

Ravenclaw:

Clutter. Saying we’ll get to something (like those dishes) and then forgetting because our brain is elsewhere. Having people over and forgetting to tell you about it. “What do you meeeaaan I don’t need another book?” “dude you haven’t even read the ones you have”. Random redecoration. 

Slytherin:

Slytherins are the super anal roommate who has super weird ways of doing everything and gets frustrated when the roommate doesn’t do things or put things back exactly how we like them. 

hold on to hope, if you got it

Another reunion fic, because of course it is.

Canonverse, 2 months post 4x13, an excuse for me to patch up my heart.

Thanks to @fredweasleying and @mellamymake for being cheerleaders for this fic. <3

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Drawing up treaties with the prisoners has been…exhausting. It feels like she’s doing the whole thing over again, except that she’s on the opposite side this time and she manages to get them to talk before exchanging bullets and spears.

So, in retrospect, not as exhausting as the first time around. At most, all she can complain is that it’s a little repetitive.

And she doesn’t have Bellamy by her side, this time. But she tries her best not to think about that.

She still finds time to radio him, most days, an outlet more than anything. Her voice doesn’t break on his name like it did those first few months, and then again at the five year mark.

It’s good for her, she thinks, talking to him. Madi has been a godsend for her sanity—giving her a sense of priority, a schedule, with all her lessons, and most importantly, someone to love—but she is still a kid, and Clarke misses talking to her friends. Misses Bellamy, more than anything. There’s no point denying it.

He was more than a best friend, which sounds overly sentimental to her own ears, but you don’t go through what they did together and not come out of it as each other’s person. So yeah, she misses him like a constant, familiar ache.

Or maybe she misses the person she remembers. Misses what her brain tells her he was. She can hardly trust her memories, now. Can hardly say for sure if he’d looked at her the way she thought he had, six years ago. If he’d really had the persistent aura of warmth that she still imagines.

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Rumors

Rumors
Bucky x Reader
Warnings: none

“So is the rumor true?” Nat says sipping her tea, giving you a wink. She seems to be drinking with a smirk.

You looked at her confused, about to sip your coffee,“rumor? About who?”

“You and Bucky of course.”

You spit out the hot liquid and exclaimed,“ damn that’s hot!”

Wanda walked in laughing,“ you asked her about the rumor we heard Nat?”

You get a paper towel and bent down behind the counter, wiping the mess you made.

“You guys see (Y/n)? Or is she out making out with Bucky again,"you heard.

You stood up straight from behind the counter,” again? When was the first time.“

"Oh! There you are, Steve wants you. Don’t tell Bucky though. We don’t want our little grumpy cat to get all jelly,” Tony says.

“Why are you talking like that?” You asked.

“(Y/n) you haven’t answered my question,” Nat says putting her mug down.

“Are you and James Buchanan Barnes a couple?”

“A couple of friends,” you wink and pointed at them, your hands in forms of “guns.”

“Do not lie, (Y/n), tell the truth,"Wanda says.

"Wanda, you shouldn’t be asking me anything because you should know that I’m telling the truth,” you say while walking to the trash, throwing away your wet paper towels,“ you read minds don’t you remember?”

“Yeah, but I really want you and Bucky to be dating,” she says, grabbing an apple,“ I do not want to look in your brain and make myself sad if it is not true.”

“Well sorry to sink your ship Wan, but me and Bucky are -”

“Me and Bucky are what?”

You look at the door and see Bucky standing there with Sam.

“They wanna know if the rumors are true,” you say. Your face had a confused look to it when you saw Bucky giving you a mischievous smirk.

“Oh yeah, should we tell them now babe?” He says casually, walking towards you.

You stood there stiff.

Nat:“So it is true!”

Wanda:“Oh my goodness! I am so happy!”

Sam:“Oooh yeah Bucky get sooomee!!!”

Nat:“(Y/n) how can you keep such a secret like this from your best friends?”

You look at Bucky with a face that says “what the heck” and he just gives you a soft smile. You open your mouth to protest but Bucky quickly shuts you up by pressing his lips against yours.

You didn’t bother pulling away, I mean, you did have a crush on him for like, ever? But you didn’t like lying to your friends like this so you pull away and excused you two.

You dragged him to the patio where no one would hear your conversation.

“What the heck Buck?”

“What?”

“Why would you pretend we’re together? I hate lying to them.”

You look at him with your bottom lip out and your eyebrows looking sad.

Bucky chuckled,“ you’re so cute.”

“I’m serious Buck.”

“Well I mean we’re not really lying to them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s actually be a couple. Be my girlfriend.”

You scoffed,“ well I rather tell them the truth than you pretending to love me.”

“Who says I’m pretending?”

“I really do like you (Y/n). What do you say, go out with me?”

You stood there for a second, looking at Bucky’s puppy dog eyes, waiting for you to say yes.

“Look, I don’t know who started this rumor but I’m glad they did,” he says.

“What? Why?”

“Because it finally gave me a chance to ask you out.”

“You actually like me?”

You crinkled your nose, not believing that this was real, like some one actual likes you?

Bucky chuckled and boop your nose with his index finger.

“What do you say?”

You wrap your arms around his neck.

“Yes.”

Bucky smiled wide and leans down, his nose giving your nose a little “boop”.

You giggle and push your lips against his.

“Woah, they really are together,” Tony says, surprised, but also saw it coming.

“How come Buck never told me?” Steve says pouting.

“Woah he is getting all the way in there isn’t he?” Pietro says walking towards the glass door, when seeing everyone around it.

You both pull away, gasping for air and you smile at each other.

“Finally,” you whisper.

Bucky puts his arms around your shoulders and pull you close into a tight hug,“ oh, I’m so happy, I’ve been waiting for this day.”

Your heart fluttered. You never thought that Bucky every felt this way about you.

As you turn your head to the side you see the whole team pressed against the window.

“Look,” you pointed.

“What the fu-”

“LANGUAAAAAAGE”

A/N: hello, it’s been a while kind of, I’m trying to get back to writing. I’ll do my best :) feedback is always wanted hehe

First, I had no idea that the back of Seth’s Kingslayer shirt says “burn it down” but like woah is that a perfect tag line for Seth vs Triple H. it has such a connotation of just reckless destruction at any cost…

and now for some screaming about seth and dean…

SETH’S REACTION TO SEEING DEAN THO

HE LOOKED SO NERVOUS

(aka: ‘oh god are you here to fight me?’)

HE GETS HIMSELF ALL READY FOR THE INTERVIEW

(what a nervous trying-to-be-Good-but-not-sure-how-to-actually-do-that thing for him to do. aw sethhh)

And as soon as Seth is starting to feel like he maybe understands what’s going on and is trying to get ready for the situation, Dean zags on him and starts to have a friendly side convo about his Journalistic Ambitions.

(CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE ANXIOUS/*FOCUSED* WAY SETH LOOKS AT DEAN???????? and then he hears the actual words dean is saying and his reaction is just that “hmmmmmm” answer you give people when you don’t want to disagree with them but you also don’t want to lie?)

AND THIS. Seth’s UTTER WILLINGNESS TO GET DRAGGED ALONG WHEREVER DEAN’S BRAIN WANTS TO TAKE THIS CONVERSATION??? Seth is confused but still completely willing to dive into this discussion. Idk how to explain it. One of my favorite things about one of my best friends is the way i can come at her with a question out of nowhere with no explanation or backstory and instead of being like ‘where did that come from that’s not what we were talking about’ or anything like that she’ll just jump in. I think it shows how long Seth and Dean have been friends, and how used to Dean Seth really is.

For a moment they kind of fall back into their old pattern of Seth being the informed voice of reason (the wyatts wear SHEEP MASKS not camel or llama masks what are you talking about??)

Like with all Dean Ambrose things I can’t tell if this diversion from his main goal of interviewing Seth was him feeling friendly and at ease with Seth, or him making sure Seth feels off-balance

Dean referring to himself in the third person is silly but also seems like a deliberate choice to separate himself from a situation that he’s got to have a lot of feelings about. Seth is the only one Dean really interviews this episode. Because Seth is the only one Dean has real questions for. Framing it inside of this device makes it easier for him.

I think this question might also have a double meaning. Not just “do you think you can beat me” but “now that you’re a Reformed Man, will you still give me your all? will you fight me as hard as you can?”

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There are going to be days when you get irritated by the tiniest of things.
You don’t know why but you can’t help but be rude and yell.
Especially to the people who are only trying to truly help.

There are going to be days when you start crying like a baby even though the minute before you were laughing so loud.
You have no idea why but the tears won’t stop and honestly, you don’t want them to either.
Cry.
It releases toxins and you will feel better after.


There are going to be days when you don’t want to talk to someone you love even when they have done absolutely nothing for you be repelled by them.
You don’t know why but just want to go away, run away from them.
Run. It’s okay.


There are going to be days when you are needed by someone you truly care about but you can’t help them. You can’t do anything for them because you are fighting to help yourself even though you don’t know what you’re fighting against.
It’s okay. Fight. Wound. Heal.
There’s no help you can give when you’re struggling to survive. They will understand.


There are going to be days when you miss someone terribly even though they have done a great wrong to you.
You don’t know where all the anger has vanished and you don’t want to feel this way. But you do.
It’s okay. Feel.
And remember, it’s not necessary that you will continue feeling this way for all days to come. The anger may return.
But for now, it’s okay to miss them.


Outbursts. Meaningless words. Hurtful behaviour.
All of this happens because we try so hard to shove away how we feel. To ignore what our soul is trying to tell us, warn us against. It keeps knocking at our brains but we ignore.


This is what I’ve learned.
And I am going to try and remember all of this and apply it.
I’m going to try hard, I swear.

—  Nikki Kaur 

anonymous asked:

14, jungkook pls😊 hi~ i just wanted to tell you that i've read some of your jungkook propts and i really liked it! thankyou😄

Member: Jungkook

Prompt Request: “Just leave me alone!”

Genre: Angst

Summary: The reader is on her way to see Jungkook at the door in the night when she is attacked by a drunk man. Jungkook rushes out to save her, but is it too late?

Word Count: 1.6k

I hugged my coat close to my chest as I got off the bus and the cold night breeze brushed against my bare legs. I hadn’t had time to put on anything more than my shoes and a small jacket when Jungkook called me. Meaning I was wearing no more than my PJ shorts and t-shirt underneath my mini trench coat which offered no warmth to my lower half.

I trudged down the street, keeping an eye out for the shortcut to the back of Jungkook’s dorm. He had called me in such a state that I had no choice but to panic. He wasn’t making any sense. He just kept saying that he needed to talk to me and it was extremely important. He kept droning on about how important it was and how it had to be said in person until I announced that I was coming over and told him to meet me in the lobby.

I spotted the back alley leading to the back doors of the building just at the end of the street and went down it. I was a bit weary though, with it being past 1am and being a woman in a dark street with no resource of defense. I decided to whip out my phone and call Jungkook. “Siri, Call Kookie,” I said lowly into my headphone piece. The dial tone rang and rang and eventually Jungkook answered but I didn’t hear him say “Hello” because my focus was completely on the tall figure that had just entered the dark alley with me.

The figure stood at the end of the narrow street, standing in between me and the clearing to Jungkook’s dorm which was only a few feet away in reality but it felt miles from me due to my fear. I decided to just be completely quiet and hope that I would be able to pass by without any sort of communication.

As I approached the figure, he leaned back on the wall, making room for me to pass. That set me at ease a little. Maybe I was just paranoid. Not all men are rapists.

I could see his features now off the light of the oncoming street. He had stony, rugged features that intimidated me. I tried not to stare but in the second my eyes flickered over his face, I saw that he had a bruise and a fresh cut over my eyes. I tried not to panic.

“Hello? Y/N? Are you there? Hello?” I had completely forgotten Jungkook was there.

“Hi Jungkook, I’m right out-” I began but was interrupted by the voice of the rugged man just few steps away from me now.

“Did you say something, lovely?” He asked, his speech a bit slurred.

“Y/N? Who is that? Where are you?” Jungkook said in alarmed tone.

“No.” I say looking down and speeding up my step so that i can pass him and get out of this situation as quickly as possible.

“You’re going to have to speak a little louder girl.” He said, catching my arm in his grasp as I moved past him. My body was rigid. I was so afraid.

“Y/N? Where are you? Tell me where you are!” Jungkook yelled into my ear.

“I’m in the alley across” I whispered into the microphone. All of a sudden the man tightened his grip on my arm and pushed me up against the wall. I pushed at his chest, beating it and trying to wiggle my body out of his grasp but it was no use. “Just leave me alone!” I shout. No matter how drunk this guy was he was too strong for me. He brushed his head against mine, moving his face and lips around my own.

“I said, I need you to be louder, lovely.”

I stared into his eyes and I saw that they were bloodshot. He kept feeling his hands on my body. I tried to knee him but he rammed his foot into my own making me yelp out in pain.

“Y/N, I’M COMING!” Jungkook screamed into the microphone.

The man took advantage of my outburst to and tried to kiss me. The moment his lips touched my own, I slammed my head into his own, causing him to stumble back in pain. The moment he was off me, I sprinted into the open clearing leading to the doors of the dorm. As I almost reached the steps, I felt myself jolted back by the pulling of my hair. The man pinned me down to the ground, keeping the full weight of his knee on my stomach as he moved one of his hands to clench around my neck and the other to undo my jacket. I was squirming and shrieking underneath him, praying to God that either Jungkook would come and save me or a passerby would hear my screams.

My prayers were answered when the door behind us flew open. “GET THE FUCK OFF HER!” I heard Jungkook yell and the man was literally thrown off of me. In seconds Jungkook had him pinned on the ground, planting blow after blow to the man’s jaw. “TOUCH. HER. OR. ANYONE. AGAIN. AND. I’LL. KILL. YOU.” Jungkook screamed in between punches.

After he was satisfied, with man groaning on the ground, he got up and walked over to my shaken up state on the ground. He knelt down beside me and help my face in his hands. “Y/N..I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have..” I shushed him and rested my forehead on his. “It’s not your fault. You saved me.” I said in a whisper. Jungkook shook his head and there were tears in his eyes threatening to fall. “If I didn’t.. I hadn’t and he..”

I pulled him into a tight embrace and I sobbed lightly into his shoulder, thinking of what would have happened to me if Jungkook didn’t come. I moved my hand to wipe my tears and saw that the man had regained his strength. He was sitting up now and reaching into his back pocket. From behind his back, his hand emerged holding a gun.

I didn’t know that I had fast reflexes until that moment. In fact they might not have even been fast but maybe things were going so fast, my brain had to move faster. I only really had time to process that the gun was being pointed at Jungkook’s back and that I loved him. Those were the only things I did need to process in order to make the decision to save him just as he had saved me.

People say that when they die, they’re lives flash before them but it’s not true. You do see something but it’s whatever you want to see. It’s like the acknowledgement that you are going to die unlocks a secret remote that let’s acess your best memories. Things your brain has stored away for that moment. I flipped through my memories channels and saw Jungkook and I’s first kiss and the time we took that picture the airport when we just decided to spontaneously take a trip or when I told Jungkook that I loved him or when he came over for family game night with my parents. I got to relive everything in the last few seconds before the beginning of death.

The bullet pierced my back as I flung Jungkook to the side, shielding his body with my own. I looked up at him, my jaw hanging open, feeling as though my entire body was being ripped apart. I looked over at the man, who was running off down the alley and choked on a sigh. At least he wouldn’t hurt Jungkook.

I looked back up at Jungkook whose  lips were quivering and his hands shaking as he lifted them to brush over the wound in my chest oozing blood.

“Y/N..Y/N..” He cried. He kept shaking his head. “Somebody help. Please!” He screamed out. I tried to quiet him but it was hard. It was hard to do anything but experience the pain.

Jungkook whipped out his cellphone, dialing 911. “Please, my girlfriend’s been shot. Please send help right now!” He said frantically into the phone. I reached up my blood soaked hand to touch the holding the phone. Jungkook’s eyes met mine and I shook my head. I pulled the phone away from him and laid it beside me. “Please, just be with me right now.” I croaked.

Jungkook was crying madly. “Stop it. They’re coming. It’s going to be okay.”

“I know,” I said. “I just feel like I’m gonna miss you.”

“Stop it!” He cried. He leant down his head into my shoulder and sobbed. It took almost all my strength to stroke his hair the way I knew to be most effective in calming him down. “Will you tell me what you wanted to tell me tonight?”

Jungkook shakes his head into my shoulder. “Why not Kookie?” I say weakly. I can feel myself draining by the second.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.” He says, stroking my cheek looking me in the eyes and holding my head in his lap. “And if there is no tomorrow for me?” I say, trying to reason with him “There is no such thing as a tomorrow for me without you.” He says shaking his head stubbornly and sniffing a bit. “Please.. Kookie please. I need to know.” I beg. I just want one more memory with him. Nothing incomplete.

Jungkook cries harder. “I-I-I was g-going to propose.” he lets out eventually. If it’s even possible, that revelation hurt more than the bullet did.

“Yes,” I say. Jungkook pulls my head up to his lips and kisses m temple for a long while. I feel myself getting weaker and more tired and eventually I start to fall asleep. “Thank you,” I hear him whisper as I fall into complete darkness.

A/N

Hey Anon! Sorry this took so long but I really hope you liked it. If you did like this imagine please let me know!

~Armygirl

little-kayla-deactivated2017030  asked:

hi!! do you have any tips for long distance bedtime routines?

Sure! I’m assuming you’ve already read my bedtime tips post! So, this post will just build upon all of that!

Bedtime Tips for LDR CGLRE!

1. AUDIO ONLY. 

If you want to speak to your caregiver until you fall asleep, it’s best to do it with audio only. Screens have blue lighting in them that halts melatonin production, which keeps you from falling asleep, etc, etc. Not only that, but light in general will keep your brain from getting sleepy. In the natural world, when the sun goes down, that’s it. There’s no more light. We evolved to sleep when the sun went down, when there was no light. So, use your phone, preferable on speaker. Or cover your laptop with some heavy material. I know you may want to sleep “with them” but it’s bad for your sleepy schedule and theirs!

2. To the CGs: Set up a routine!

This is the exact same as my other post. Have your little on a schedule before bedtime. Remind them to do their nightly things. Make sure they don’t do anything that will prevent them from falling asleep easily, like eating sugar before bed or hot baths. THEN REWARD THEM with a nice long bedtime story to wind down. 

3. To the CGs: BEDTIME STORIES ARE IMPORTANT. 

I know it may seem hard to make this a habit, but it’s really one of the best ways to spend time with your little at bedtime. THIS IS ESPECIALLY TRUE if you’re both super busy and don’t have much time to spend time together in general. Storytime sets aside time every day for them to be little and for you to interact with them in their little headspace. Not only is this good for the two of you, it’s good for them. It relieves stress and helps send them off with sweet dreams. 

4. To the CGs: The three questions!

This is just something I personally like to do with my long distance littles. Like, especially if I’ve been really busy. After storytime, ask them these three things: What was your favorite part of the day? What was your least favorite part of the day? What are you looking forward to tomorrow? This AGAIN gives you two some time together at the end of the day, it gives them time to be littles, and it’s a good way to wind down after a story. 

5. To the littles: Don’t do the guilt trip!

I know you may want one more story. I know you may not want to go to bed. I know you may want to spend as much time with your CG as possible. But sleeping is important. For the both of you. A little bit of playing and wanting more is okay, but there’s a line. And if you cross it too many times, you may make bedtime a less enjoyable occurrence for your CG. Please try to be fair, especially if they have something important the next day like work or school. 

I hope this is helpful! Best wishes! If you need more, just send me another ask! And IF YOU NEED ADVICE ABOUT LDR CGLRE RELATIONSHIPS, don’t be afraid to ask! I consider myself a professional :D

be more chill sentence starters (part 2)

these are some quotes from each of the songs. feel free to edit pronouns/add names. trigger warning for sex, suicide mentions, and drug mentions, among more. part 1 here.

A GUY THAT I’D KINDA BE INTO

  • ❛  say there’s this person… ❜
  • ❛  he/she/they changes from a guy/girl/person that you’d never be into into a guy/girl/person that you’d kinda be into. ❜
  • ❛  is he/she/they worth it? ❜
  • ❛  is she/he/they talking about me? ❜
  • ❛  i don’t often relate to other people my age. ❜
  • ❛  i guess a part of me likes to talk with you. ❜
  • ❛  i guess a part of me likes to sit with you. ❜
  • ❛  i guess a part of me likes to hang with you. ❜
  • ❛  i know that it’s weird but it’s totally true. ❜

UPGRADE

  • ❛  our future is so clear. ❜
  • ❛  i’ll tenderly guide you. ❜
  • ❛  just take me inside you forever. ❜
  • ❛  you’ve gotta get an upgrade. ❜
  • ❛  don’t worry about the guilt you feel. ❜
  • ❛  just take a breath and seal the deal. ❜
  • ❛  do you wanna come over to my place tonight? ❜
  • ❛  my parents won’t be home so it’s alright. ❜
  • ❛  they laundered money now they’re on the run. ❜
  • ❛  that’s illegal. ❜
  • ❛  for me you are an upgrade. ❜
  • ❛  i’m not sure what i should do… ❜
  • ❛  so you haven’t been the one avoiding me? ❜
  • ❛  you’ve been all shady ever since… ❜
  • ❛  it worked, didn’t it? ❜
  • ❛  i already know what it’s like to be the loser. ❜
  • ❛  i should find out what it’s like to not be the loser. ❜
  • ❛  should i take the upgrade? ❜
  • ❛  well? are you coming? ❜

HALLOWEEN

  • ❛  you can kind of see my business, but i’ll act like i don’t know. ❜
  • ❛  i don’t have a machete, but a loaf of bread. it’ll do. ❜
  • ❛  who’s ready for my halloween party? ❜
  • ❛  fill it up. ❜
  • ❛  let’s catch up. ❜
  • ❛  let’s smoke up. ❜
  • ❛  look how many drinks i’ve downed. ❜
  • ❛  i might pass out, but it’s alright. ❜
  • ❛  we’re halloween partying up tonight. ❜
  • ❛  did you get my messages? ❜
  • ❛  am i late? didn’t even realize. ❜
  • ❛  it’s… original. ❜
  • ❛  i can’t believe i’m with a girl/boy/person like you. ❜
  • ❛  break a vase! ❜

DO YOU WANNA HANG?

  • ❛  you sure do know your way around. ❜
  • ❛  yeah i’ve had sex in pretty much every room . ❜
  • ❛  what kind of slut do you think i am? ❜
  • ❛  do you wanna hang for a bit? ❜
  • ❛  do you wanna get really deep? ❜
  • ❛  i have to go. ❜
  • ❛  i can’t stand up. ❜
  • ❛  do you wanna stop being coy? ❜

MICHAEL IN THE BATHROOM

  • ❛  i am hanging in the bathroom. ❜
  • ❛  i could stay right here or disappear and nobody’d even notice at all. ❜
  • ❛  my buddy kinda left me alone. ❜
  • ❛  everything felt fine when i was half of a pair… and through no fault of mine there’s no other half there. ❜
  • ❛  i’m just ___ in the bathroom. ❜
  • ❛  forget how long it’s been. ❜
  • ❛  no, you can’t come in. ❜
  • ❛  i’m picking at grout as i softly grieve. ❜
  • ❛  he’s/she’s/they’re out there just ignoring all our history. ❜
  • ❛  now there’s no one to make fun of drunk girls with anymore. ❜
  • ❛  i half regret the beers. ❜
  • ❛  i choke back the tears. ❜
  • ❛  they’re gonna start to shout soon. ❜
  • ❛  hell yeah i’ll be out soon. ❜
  • ❛  you left me here alone. ❜
  • ❛  i feel the pressure blowing up. ❜
  • ❛  my big mistake was showing up. ❜
  • ❛  i can’t help but yearn for a different time. ❜
  • ❛  is there a sadder sight?… ❜
  • ❛  this is a heinous night. ❜
  • ❛  god, he’s/she’s/they’re such a loser. ❜
  • ❛  awesome party, i’m so glad i came. ❜

THE SMARTPHONE HOUR (RICH SET A FIRE)

  • ❛  omg, answer me! ❜
  • ❛  did you see ____? ❜
  • ❛  he’s/she’s/they’ve gotta learn to handle his/her/their high, shouldn’t drink so much for a small guy/girl/person. ❜
  • ❛  he/she/they wasn’t drunk. ❜
  • ❛  you can’t blame the things he/she/they did on alcohol. ❜
  • ❛  i don’t want to relive it all. ❜
  • ❛  do you want me to tell you? ❜
  • ❛  i’ll tel you ’cause you are my closest friend. ❜
  • ❛  ___ set a fire and he/she/they burned down the house. ❜
  • ❛  i thought i was dreaming. ❜
  • ❛  i’m sorry that ___ made out with me but it was totally his/her/their fault and let’s not like boys/girls/people come between us again, okay? ❜
  • ❛  i was crying. ❜
  • ❛  he’s/she’s/they’ve gotta learn to not really smoke a lot, he/she/they shouldn’t get so high for a tiny guy/girl/person. ❜
  • ❛  he/she/they wasn’t high. ❜
  • ❛  you can’t blame the things he/she/they did on pot. ❜
  • ❛  go spread the word. ❜
  • ❛  i meant fucked. ❜
  • ❛  sorry, that’s just my autocorrect. ❜

THE PITIFUL CHILDREN

  • ❛  you were always quite the loser. ❜
  • ❛  all your peers are just so in complete. ❜
  • ❛  you can’t see it but they’re all in pain. ❜
  • ❛  let’s complete the change and get inside their brains. ❜
  • ❛  let’s save the pitiful children. ❜
  • ❛  let’s teach the pitiful children who haven’t a clue just what to do. ❜
  • ❛  help them to help you. ❜
  • ❛  let’s save the pitiful children. ❜
  • ❛  can you see the vision clearly? ❜
  • ❛  gone is human error and fear. ❜
  • ❛  everything about us is going to be cool when we rule. ❜

THE PANTS SONG

  • ❛  ___ is in big, bad trouble right now. ❜
  • ❛  i’ve gotta help him/her/them somehow. ❜
  • ❛  i don’t know what he/she/they wants. ❜
  • ❛  i know what he/she/they needs. ❜
  • ❛  situation is grave, now’s the time to be brave. ❜
  • ❛  i’m going to finally make that climb. ❜
  • ❛  when you love somebody, you put your pants on for them. ❜
  • ❛  i need you. ❜
  • ❛  i know you know all the rules. ❜
  • ❛  i’m not what he/she/they wants. ❜
  • ❛  you’re just what he/she/they needs. ❜
  • ❛  just suck it up and go. ❜
  • ❛  if the fight gets bloody, just keep pushing through until the pain is gone. ❜
  • ❛  you drive a hard bargain. ❜

THE PLAY

  • ❛  you have to really transform into a zombie. ❜
  • ❛  you can’t let anyone drink from that beaker. ❜
  • ❛  up up, down down, left right, a. ❜
  • ❛  i can’t let you do that. ❜
  • ❛  i have to stop you from ruining my big night. ❜
  • ❛  you’re going to SQUIP the whole cast. ❜
  • ❛  that’s not what i wanted. ❜
  • ❛  it’s the only way to achieve what you want. ❜
  • ❛  i’ll fight back. ❜
  • ❛  ___ makes an entrance. ❜
  • ❛  i even brought my own refreshments. ❜
  • ❛  told you i did my research. ❜
  • ❛  i’m living the upgrade. ❜
  • ❛  i’m not mad you broke my heart and slept with my best friend. ❜
  • ❛  i’m not mad you dated my best friend and wouldn’t sleep with me. ❜
  • ❛  why was i so jealous of you? ❜
  • ❛  you were jealous of me?. ❜
  • ❛  how are we supposed to get passed them? ❜
  • ❛  i know what you’re doing. ❜
  • ❛  you don’t want to drink that. ❜
  • ❛  you’ll never be with her/him/them. ❜
  • ❛  you are the person i want to be with every day. ❜
  • ❛  this is something that i’ve been afraid to say… ❜
  • ❛  i love you. ❜
  • ❛  that’s what i promised. ❜

VOICES IN MY HEAD

  • ❛  you’ve gotta buy her/him/them a rose. ❜
  • ❛  say you appreciate that she’s/he’s/they’re smart. ❜
  • ❛  you tell her/him/them that she/he/they excite you sexually. ❜
  • ❛  trust me, i know how it’s gonna go. ❜
  • ❛  there are voices in my ear. ❜
  • ❛  might still have voices in my head but now they’re the normal kind. ❜
  • ❛  just summon strength from within. ❜
  • ❛  don’t get hung up on your skin. ❜
  • ❛  she/he/they probably thinks that acne is hot. ❜
  • ❛  i’ll throw you a rope, home slice, if you need some dope advice. ❜
  • ❛  march on over and give her/him/them a shot. ❜
  • ❛  trust me, you’ll see. it’ll go perfectly if you listen to me. ❜
  • ❛  there are voices all around. ❜
  • ❛  it’s embarrassing to find out that deep down i just want things to be easy. ❜
  • ❛  just say what’s on your mind. ❜
  • ❛  lunch? just the two of us? ❜
  • ❛  me and the voices in my head have made up our collective minds. ❜
  • ❛  i think that all of us want to go out with you. ❜
  • ❛  of the voices in my head, the loudest one is mine. ❜
  • ❛  you can’t get rid of me that easily. ❜

anonymous asked:

So there's tons of jealous Lance fics or sheith becomes klance. But where's my jelly Shiro?! Or Endgame shance where Shiro is making a move to win Lance from Keith?! It's always endgame sheith or klance(or shklance occasionally.) You have any fic reccs for jelly Shiro or endgame just shance that starts with a different pairing for Lance?

you got a great point, anon! it’s really kinda shit, esp when they tag it as like. every ship. in the main fucking ship row. thats what the additional tags section is for! 

either way i went hunting for like. six different variations and read through a lot of fic while i was out, but i only found one fic that might be what you explicitly asked for, but also four just plain jealous shiro fics which might also be up your alley. if anybody has other recs that i missed, please please tell me about them!

starring role by LolitaNovakov (3/5 - 1,672 words - rated T - starts with keith/lance - domestic abuse warning?)

Shiro is a homewrecker.
Accidentally on purpose.
Whoops? 


Jealous Shiro

Possessive Shiro - A Shance Drabble by Rigel126 (1/1 - 458 words - rated T)

Shiro has issues when his boyfriend Lance can’t stop flirting with girls. Originally posted on my Tumblr: http://rigel126.tumblr.com/post/147702854857/long-drabble-fluffyshance 


I Love You by TheQueen (1/1 - 2,182 words - rated E)

Shiro and Lance love each other a lot. They are also a little prone to jealousy. 


After the fact by LolitaNovakov (2/2 - 2,894 words - rated E)

Shiro decided Lance needs to be taught a lesson. Lance was his, and flirting with every alien he came across was NOT okay. 


How Far Will You Go For Your Leader by WashiPuppy (2/2 - 24,252 words - rated E - rape/non-con (not between shiro/lance) - lance/other)

“You would throw yourself at my mercy his place?” The Druid asked with a curious tilt to her head, “And what would I do with you?”

“You could do anything you wanted with me, Babe. Just tell me what you want.” Lance heard himself say low, sultry, and entirely without his rational brain intervening. He could practically hear the minds of the Galra in the room grinding to a halt.

Great, now when the rest of the team rescued Shiro, he’d have to tell them “Lance died after flirting with the enemy. There was nothing I could do. I think we all knew this was inevitable.”

“You should be throwing yourself upon the Commander’s mercy, not mine,” The Druid stood and grinned down at Lance.

Ah well, what was the french saying? ‘When the wine is drawn, you have to drink it’ or something. He leaned slightly to give him direct line of sight to the Commander.

“You could do anything you wanted with me, Babe. Just tell me what you want.” Lance repeated in the same sultry tone.

prince of cats

chapter four: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

on ao3 || on ffnet
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hey how is everyone? if you follow me on tumblr, you’ll know i wrote like 8k for this fic in one day, and hopefully i’ll be doing a lot more writing for it this week, so it looks like posting will be constant all the way through which is pretty nice!

thanks for reading! enjoy~


Marinette pulls her hair up into a messy bun as she makes herself a hot chocolate. It’s almost noon, and she slept far too late, but yesterday was a day. She had sat in Adrien’s kitchen for longer than she had ever imagined, familiarizing herself with the swoop of his hair and the way the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles.

And then she had gone over Alya and Nino’s and had screamed about it for almost an hour over dinner.

Marinette glances over to the window by the sink, where the window is cracked open. For some reason, she half expects Plagg to appear, purring and demanding something to eat. If she thought she had it bad before, after spending a few hours with Adrien, it’s infinitely worse.

She is totally and completely screwed.

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The Lore Can Wait

This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Challenge, Week 3.  The prompt is, “Could you be any louder?”

Sam was up to his eyeballs in ancient texts about sirens when he finally realized you were calling his name.

“Sam! Sammy! Earth to Sam Winchester! Look, a clown!” Giggling at the panicked look on Sam’s face, you winked at him.  “Made you look!” you teased.

“What?” Sam snapped irritably.

“Are you DEAF, Dude?” Dean demanded.  “Come, ON. You comin’ or not?”

It was then that Sam noticed you and Dean both had your coats on.  “Coming where?” 

“To the bar, Genius!  If I do another second of research, my eyeballs will fall out!”  You sighed dramatically.

“I have a lot of research I want to do tonight,” Sam said stubbornly.

“Come ON, Sam! Who’s gonna be my wingman when Dean inevitably ditches me for some bar skank?” You whined.

“Hey!” Dean said indignantly.

“I’m not in the mood,” Sam repeated.

“Nevermind, then.  Forget we asked.  Come on Dean.” You said quietly, walking towards the door, shoulders slumped.

Dean looked at his brother critically. “One of these days when you hit puberty your gonna realize there’s more to life than research and studying the lore, Sammy.”  Leaving Sam to ponder this he walked out to join you in the garage.

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anonymous asked:

I'm a Christian who has never met a gay person before. I'm wondering why gays choose to be with the same sex rather than the opposite like normal people? It seems you all could just as easily (or even easier due to current laws) be with the opposite sex. That's a lot of work just to disobey God's law. I understand from my education and research many of you are angry with God because he didn't stop the sexual abuse that made you pathologically gay, but this militant gay agenda seems excessive.

Ok, so this ask was offensive but it honestly seems like it is coming from a place of curiosity and a desire to learn and understand, so I’ll try to explain this and answer this message in a way that is as respectful as you sent it.

First and foremost, being gay is not a choice. While the scientific community has found no conclusive evidence of a singular “gay gene”, it has been observed time and time again that there are biological, physiological, and psychological differences between heterosexuals and homosexuals. I have talked about these on my blog before, so the easiest way to get a more in depth post with sources would be to search “homosexual” on my blog, but for the sake of your convenience and the ability for this post to stand by itself, these include but are not limited to, homosexual physiological reactions to sexual attraction, gay male brains being biologically more similar to female brains, studies into birth order and how later fraternal brothers have a higher chance of being homosexual, studies into the effectiveness of conversion therapy that have concluded that it is useless, studies into behavioural patterns of gay men and mannerisms, studies of common genes on gay male’s X chromosomes, etc.

Science has overwhelmingly concluded that being gay is not a choice, but I can also tell you without research that it is not a choice. 

How do you feel when you look at someone of the same sex as you. Are you repulsed? Indifferent? Uncomfortable? Well that’s exactly how I feel when I look at girls. However, when I am in close contact with a man I find attractive, my heart races, I get sweaty, my breathing intensifies, and I might even *whispers* get an erection. See, sexual attraction isn’t something you can control. I don’t know your sex, but do you think it would even be possible to have sex with someone of the same sex for you? I know I couldn’t have sex with a woman. I’ve tried, the equipment won’t start up, and once it does, it burns out pretty quick. There’s just nothing there for me! I think that vaginas are kind of gross looking and they turn me off. I don’t like women’s hairless supple bodies, I need a hairy rugged dude to turn me on. It isn’t a choice. Trust me, I would LOVE to be straight. It would be so great to have possible romantic options everywhere I went, to never have to come out to anyone about my sexuality, and to just blend in with the cultural majority, but I can’t. I’m gay. That’s who I am and I can’t change that, but that’s OK.

Now for the part that was kind of offensive. I’m not going to go on an anti-religion rant because you were respectful and it really isn’t relevant to this conversation, but I should just say upfront that I do not believe in the abrahamic version of god, I am not an atheist, but I am very much anti-christianity. Call it establishing ethos, but I just want you to know what viewpoint this is coming from. 

Sexual abuse does not make people gay. I am gay, I am a man and I love men, and I was never sexually abused. My boyfriend, a man who loves men, was never sexually abused. Logically, there would be no reason for me to hate god for my sexual abuse, because I never had sexual abuse. 

“…But what about the statistics! Gay men are more likely to have been sexually abused! It says it right here!”

Well yes, I am so glad you brought that up hypobole! Well you see, the statistic is true, but a lot of times in psychology and child development, cause and effect relationships can get kind of confusing. The prevailing theory right now to explain this statistic is that homosexual children make more appealing victims for abusers. As a homosexual child, you oftentimes feel very confused and unsure about yourself, especially around the age when everyone else starts getting into preromantic relationships. I can remember all the way back to 3rd grade (8-9) having a crush on a boy. I didn’t really know what I was feeling then, but while every other boy had schoolyard crushes on girls, I didn’t, but I really really really really wanted to be friends with this boy in my grade named Jacob. I knew that this feeling was different from just regular friendship, but I couldn’t really make sense of it. This confusion over feelings, and the absence of similar feelings that the other boys were experiencing led me to hang out more with girls, and just be generally unpopular in elementary and middle school as I was figuring myself out. As I started to realize that I might be gay (I was introduced to the concept in 5th grade when someone called me gay and I was like ???? wat dayt?), I became extremely depressed. I withdrew from more social interactions because I was having an extremely hard time trying to rationalize who I was with what I felt and who I wanted to be. At this point, I would have been a prime target for sexual abuse by a family member preying on insecurities or curiosity. I wasn’t, but I very well could have.

 The point is, psychologists have an operating theory right now that as children, homosexuals differ socially from heterosexuals, making them more vulnerable and susceptible targets to potential predators. It is also widely theorized that because of the stigma surrounding homosexuality, a lot of homosexual predators and teens alike will seek out unsafe ways to explore their feelings. Look at Jeffrey Dahmer as an extreme example of this. If homosexuality had not been so stigmatized when he was alive, he very likely wouldn’t have been injecting acid into people’s brains to make them sex slaves. Social pressures telling you that you do not deserve to exist, that you are a bad person, or that you are going to have some afterlife punishment because of something that you biologically can not change can make you do some bad shit.

Finally, the “militant gay agenda”.

There is none. Zip, zero, none. We just want to have the same respect, rights, and visibility in society as heterosexuals. We want to have the right to live our lives in peace, without having to answer messages like these.

anonymous asked:

i love your writings so much!! keep up the great work, hun <3 may i request the RFA+V and Saeran's reactions to MC turning out to be a middle schooler (ABSOLUTELY NONONO ROMANCE OFC) going through puberty and with constant mood swings? i thought that it'd be funny

Thank you very much for saying that, I appreciate it a lot. These are short because I’ve done a similar (ish) request here, but I hope you like them anyway. I don’t know how good this is… sorry.


Yoosung

  • oh my god a child
  • Yes!!!!! He’s not the baby in     the group anymore
  • He also treats MC like he’s 100     years older than them, with the wisdom of an ancient ruler
  • Seriously
  • “When I was your age we     had to use our brains! Not the internet!”
  • “Yoosung you are not a     century older than me”    
  • He’d be the most likely to take     MC seriously
  • Because a lot of people don’t     take him seriously because he’s the youngest once
  • He tried to handle MC’s mood     swings but…
  • He’s not a good babysitter 
  • Never let him babysit
  • He will give MC all the candy
  • And let MC do whatever the hell     they wanted while simultaneously having a break down
  • He’s also really impressed 
  • Because MC’s like 12 and  organised     a party in 11 days     

Jaehee

  • MOTHER JAEHEE ACTIVATE 
  • Worried about MC 
  • MC’s health
  • MC’s parents
  • MC’s education
  • Why did MC even come to this     apartment?
  • It’s kind of heart warming
  • Kind of annoying too...
  • She emphasizes the “did     you eat today?” Thing     
  • Speaking of parents, she’s     probably most likely to explain what happened to MC’s parents, since she’s     a responsible woman and not insane like everyone else
  • the best at handling     mood swings
  • She’s really worried about how     a kid could handle such big responsibility
  • Never the less she’s impressed     by the work they did    
  • Also has a hard time explaining     to guests that MC’s like 12 and organised most of the party 

Zen

  • A CHILD HE CAN BESTOW HIS     WISDOM UPON????     
  • EXCELLENT! 
  • He’s so ready to be the     cool-big-brother to MC     
  • Like MC needs a ride from     school? Zen’s there on his motorbike, making them look like the coolest     kid in school     
  • Takes them to movie/play     premiers he’s been invited to and introduces them as his little cousin 
  • Terrible at handling mood     swings because Zen handle his emotions by drinking, smoking or driving     dangerously fast
  • And thEY ARE TWELVE
  • However, He’s really concerned     and involved in MC’s home life 
  • He had a shitty childhood and     MC is very kind and smart, so god forbid something like that happened to     them
  • Impressed to the max when MC     pulls off the party with many guests 
  • Also protects them like a big     brother     

Jumin

  • skeptical 
  • MC’s a child
  • Kid
  • Twelve year old baby
  • They cannot possibly be part of     such an important and complicated organisation 
  • But the point is made that     Saeyoung is part of the RFA so…..    
  • He wonders why such a young     child saw a text saying ’come to this address’ and they actually went
  • Were they not taught about     stranger danger??
  • After he gets over his initial     shock he probably treats MC like how he treats Saeyoung
  • A child
  • Only they are a child
  • Saeyoung is not
  • Any sign of mood swing Jumin     will immediately leave, he’s not good with moody children
  • However, he is very very impressed     with MC when so many guests show up    
  • He honestly thought this entire     party would be a flop    
  • But it wasn’t
  • Considers recruiting them for     his business in the future     

Saeyoung

  • Keep Saeyoung away from this     child at all costs
  • Unless you want this child to     become a corrupted memer, keep. him. away. 
  • Saeyoung has found a new     gullible victim and it’s MC    
  • Really disappointed if they     don’t fall for his pranks    
  • However, will 100% recruit them     to help him prank Yoosung    
  • He also works twice as hard     when catching the hacker because they are literally a kid they can’t     defend themselves!!     
  • Tries to give them a lecture on     stranger danger
  • Emphasis on tries
  • Honestly he’d go along with     their mood swings
  • MC’s angry for no reason? Shit     so is he
  • Sad? He’s right there crying     with them
  • These pair are a mess
  • Saeyoung is impressed by their     skills     
  • But also worried
  • He wonders what made them     become so mature and adult so quickly    
  • He hopes it’s nothing like his     backstory

V

  • At the start of every sentence     he says ’I’m sorry’ whenever talking to MC 
  • I actually think this might be     the first time V is purely angry at Rika
  • Because they are a KID
  • A CHILD
  • !!!!!
  • He feels so horrible that MC     got mixed up in this    
  • He’s really good at handling     mood swings
  • He’ll talk it through with     them, or he’ll give them some space    
  • Either way he’s like the     kindest person to MC    
  • The kind uncle you see once a     year but is always so chill    
  • Happy that everything went well     with the party
  • But very sorry that they had so     much responsibility in the first place

Saeran

  • This is the only time he’s     raised a question to his saviours wishes 
  • But he saw the look she gave     him
  • And went on this his task
  • MC was gullible
  • But they were a kid after all
  • He saw how kind and helpful MC     was
  • They definitely deserved to go     to paradise…
  • After everything Saeran regrets     his decision gravely    
  • How could he endanger a kid     like that? How could you kidnap a child? Someone so innocent and     undeserving of being thrown into this mess?
  • It definitely didn’t do     anything for his recovery     
  • He avoids MC the best he can
  • But MC persists… 
  • They tell him they get mood     swings that sometimes end up hurting their friends
  • And that puberty is a real     bitch     
  • Saeran probably treats MC like     how anyone else would, like a kid    
  • Often quietly tells them not to     do dumb things when they are doing dumb things
  • Or telling them to calm down     and not be so dramatic during their mood swings
  • It doesn’t help
  • He’s not the best
  • He will protect MC though, to     make sure no monsterous person like him does what he did ever again
  • He’s like the edgy older     brother
Mate

Request: For the jurassic world theme, can you write a Owen x reader where the Raptors think she’s his mate and they only find out when she’s accidently in the cage with them and Owen goes to rescue her? Thanks

A/N: I didn’t actually think I’d get any, so thanks for the request! I love jurassic park and world, and also Chris Pratt 😂 so yay for that. I hope you enjoy!
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You loved your job. You’d spent your whole life surrounded by animals, and you’d always known you’d end up working with them, but never in your wildest dreams had you imagined that you’d one day be working with actual dinosaurs. Every day was an adventure since you’d moved onto the island, four months ago, and you genuinely loved your job.

You could tell it was gonna be a rare cold day as you sat on your porch and sipped at your morning coffee, watching the sea rage a few feet past your house. You tilted your head to allow the breeze to caress your warm neck, trying to bring you back down to a normal temperature. You couldn’t afford to be ill. Not on the one day Owen had asked you to cover his training session with the raptors. You really didn’t want to let him down, so you chugged the rest of your coffee and got to your feet, heading over to his bungalow to see if he was ready.

“Hey Neighbour,” a voice called as you rounded the corner and you smiled as you saw Owen sitting on his porch steps, waiting for you. He nodded at the darkening sky and smirked. “Looks like I can’t be your eye candy today. Rain means I have to keep my shirt on,” he teased, and you chuckled and flipped him off. The two of you were regularly flirting since you’d been working together, innocently so far, but you both knew there was something there. Just neither of you had acted on it yet. Everyone at work thought you were dating, and even one of the ride operators in the main park had once addressed you as “Owens missus”. First and probably the last time, though you knew everyone pretty much thought the same, so you’d stopped fighting it a while ago. It probably didn’t help that the two of you were always together, flirting and laughing about something. Even his raptors had noticed it, and they watched you whenever you were near. You had yet to go into the paddock with them as the look in their eyes didn’t make you think they would take too kindly to you. From where you were standing, it looked like they were jealous of Owens divided attention, and you were not going to give them the opportunity to eliminate any threat to their pack.
Which was why you were somewhat anxious about going solo to cover Owen today, made only worse by the fact you weren’t feeling 100%.

Owen picked up on that when you got on his bike behind him and wrapped your arms around him.

“Y/N, you’re really hot, are you feeling OK?”

Brushing over how shit you felt, you just squeezed him and chuckled. “Now Owen, I understand that I am indeed very hot, but I ask that you keep your comments strictly professional during work hours.”

He scoffed but said nothing more, which was good as you were starting to feel slightly lightheaded and had to focus on keeping your arms around Owen and not throwing up on him.

You were so focused on not passing out that you hadn’t even realised you’d stopped until Owen was patting your hands on his stomach and you opened your eyes and realised you were outside the raptor paddock. Feeling your face glow red, you quickly let him go and got off the bike, taking a quick step backwards. “Sorry. You’re just too irresistible. I find it hard to tear myself away,” you smirked, earning a quick chuckle, but you knew Owen wasn’t convinced.

He watched you for another second before turning his bike off and stepping off to stand in front of you, putting a hand on your cheek to feel your temperature. “You sure you feel ok? You don’t look so great.”

You might have taken offence usually, but you couldn’t be bothered with the argument. Instead of saying anything, you moved forward and rested your head on his chest, closing your eyes for a moment. You felt him tense up a little, but then he put his arms around you and rubbed soothing circles into your back.

“Come on Y/N, I’ll take you home.”

You quickly pulled back and shook your head. “No. You’ve got that thing today. I’ll take it easy and let you make it up to me,” you offered with a cheeky smile. Owen took the bait with his usual flirtatious comment.

“Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?”

You winked and backed up another step. “You could start by buying me a drink and we’ll see from there.”

Owens face showed his surprise but before he could reply, the skies opened and suddenly the rain was coming down hard enough that you both sprinted for cover, laughing and hands linked. You’d gotten used to the storms that hit the island that lasted a few minutes, so you knew it wasn’t gonna prevent Owen from his errand to the other side of the island.

He pulled you under the cover of the bridge and laughed at how soaked you’d gotten in the few seconds the rain had been hammering down. You smiled too, still holding his hand, realising how much you loved his smile.

You didn’t realise he’d spoken until you noticed him staring at you, looking amused, so you waited for him to repeat himself.

“I said, this is a cliché moment from a romance film.”

Smirking, you decided to be brave and squeezed his hands while pulling him closer. “Well if you don’t kiss me now, everyone is gonna be disappointed.”

Once again, you’d taken him by surprise, and for a moment he just watched you carefully, searching for any sign that you were joking. After another moment he seemed convinced as he tugged you forward and caught you in his arms, chuckling when you gasped, before tilting you backwards, his mouth inches from yours. “This romantic enough?”

You clung onto him, making a sound of protest, even though you knew he wouldn’t drop you, and after a moment he laughed and stood up, pulling you with him. You felt your heart thudding, waiting to see if he was going to let you go or not. He looked like he was debating it, but then moving slowly enough to be stopped, he leant down and pressed his lips to yours. You’d imagined kissing Owen a lot over the past four months, but never had you imagined that he’d actually be nervous about it.

When he pulled back, he searched your eyes quickly, saying nothing. He opened his mouth to speak, but you just sighed and kissed him this time, your hand on the back of his neck playing with the short hairs there. His hands moved to your waist, tugging you even closer, earning a smile from you as you bit his lip gently and moved your head back. You were both breathing fast, staring at each other with dopey smiles on your lips.

“I think we about covered it,” you whispered, your smile widening when Owen laughed and squeezed your waist a little.

He looked like he was going to say something, but then his phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket and frowned at the screen. “I have to take this, but we’ll talk about this later,” he promised as he started heading for his bike, still grinning at you. You watched him go, the same look on your face, even after his bike had disappeared into the trees.

“Well it’s about time,” someone said from behind you, and you turned to see one of the cleaning ladies who you spoke to on occasion. She was smirking at you, and you felt your face burn, much to her amusement. Scampering away, you tried to push thoughts of Owen out of your head while you got to work. It didn’t take long for you to realise it was unlikely to happen, even with the raptors in the paddock beneath you, staring up at you like they wanted nothing more than to sink their teeth into your neck. You’d have been more concerned with them if you hadn’t just figured out that the dizzy feeling in your head wasn’t because of Owen, and you thought you were going to pass out.

“Y/N?”

You turned towards the voice, not knowing who it belonged to, but not caring either. You took a step towards them, knowing you were about to pass out.

“Y/N!” They yelled as you reached for a railing to steady yourself. You don’t know if it was the wet metal, or maybe you were standing closer than you thought, but either way, whoever had yelled your name wasn’t close enough to stop you from toppling over the edge and into the enclosure.

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Owen hadn’t stopped grinning to himself the whole ride across the island, and by the time he made it to the park, he was practically whistling with joy. Thoughts of Y/N were clouding his mind, and he was happy to let them. He could almost still feel her lips on his and the way she gently scratched the back of his neck. He’d almost blew off the meeting with the owners to stay with her after that, but then his phone had rang and he’d been brought back. Still, it was just a reason to get through the meeting quickly and then go back to her. He’d missed a few calls on his way to the park, but he knew it’d be Claire, probably telling him he was gonna be late, so he’d ignored them.

When he made it to the car park, he found Claire already waiting for him. Before he could roll his eyes, she was rushing towards him, her eyes wide with alarm. Immediately he knew something was wrong, and he jumped off his bike, running to her. Before he could even ask, she spoke and his heart stopped in his chest.

“It’s Y/N. She fell into the raptor enclosure.”

His brain didn’t want to  comprehend what she was saying, though it was also showing him the bloody images of what they had done to her. When he didn’t speak, Claire started babbling. “We tried to call you, but you weren’t answering, and no body knew what to do…”

Owen snapped out of it and grabbed her shoulders. “Is she ok? Are my raptors ok?" He demanded, knowing how trigger happy some of the security could get, and if the raptors had gone for Y/N, they’d have likely put them down.

Claire shook her head quickly and pushed him back a step, back towards his bike. "Owen, they still have her…”

Without waiting to hear another word, he got back on his bike and sped back the way he had came, all thoughts of his meeting forgotten. All he could do was pray that he got there before they killed her.

He got back in record time, intercepted by Barry as soon as he stopped, not even caring as he dumped the bike on the gravel and started running for the enclosure.

“What happened?!” He demanded, twitching to run for the cage, though he knew he had to remain calm or he could make things a lot worse.

Barry was breathing fast and a little lost. “She fell. I called to her when she started swaying, but she fell in with them and we can’t get her back. They wont let us near her, but we cant get a clear shot… She needs medical attention…”

Owen didn’t wait to hear anything else, approaching the cage doors quickly. He could already see the raptors circling Y/N’s unconscious body.

Steeling himself against what he was about to do, he opened the door and walked in.

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When you came to, there was a pounding in your head and your whole body ached, but you didn’t think you were gonna puke, so that was a good start. Or at least you thought so until you opened your eyes and found yourself staring up at a metal bridge. You were confused for a whole second before you felt something nudge your leg and you looked down and saw Charlie nosing your leg.

Holding in a cry, you closed your eyes again and tried to keep calm, quickly trying to think of a way out of your current predicament.

You knew the raptors were smart and liked to hunt their food, so if you stayed still, you might be able to give a rescue team longer to get you out alive.

So you lay still for a few moments, trying to assess what damage there was to your body without moving too much, just in case you had the opportunity to get up and run to the door.

You knew that wasn’t gonna happen though. Your head was still spinning like it had been when you collapsed, so you’d be lucky if you could crawl away.

Over the next few minutes, anyone who got too close to the enclosure was snapped and snarled at by the raptors, so your chances of escaping with no casualties were getting slimmer.

You were contemplating trying to run when you heard the only voice you wanted to hear right then.  “Stand down. Blue, back up. Now.”

Owen.

You opened your eyes and watched him approach, his hands out in a calming gesture as he slowly moved closer to you and the raptors.

Unlike the others, they let him approach the cage, and didn’t make a sound of aggression. You watched in amazement as they moved aside for him, allowing him to get closer to you. He seemed wary but called out to you while still gesturing to the raptors. “Y/N, you still with me?”

You didn’t dare speak, afraid of triggering an attack from the raptors, but you caught his eyes flick to your face and the way relief flooded his face.

“I’m gonna get you out of here, ok?”

You nodded, barely a dip of your head, but you knew he saw. You trusted him, you just weren’t sure how his raptors were gonna take it if he got too close.

Your answer came barely a second later when the raptors started making a strange nickering sound. You’d heard them do it before, but you were surprised to hear it at that time. They were trying to comfort Owen.

Owen realised too, stunned when Echo started pushing him closer to you. Then he seemed to realise what was happening, and despite the situation, Owen smiled. He closed the distance between you and carefully kneeled at your side. He said nothing about the raptors and instead spoke to you while gently squeezing your hand, still watching his raptors. “Can you move?”

You nodded and allowed him to help you sit up and then stand on wobbly legs. His strong arms supported you while you tried to stand by yourself and take a step, but you were still so dizzy that it was going to be hard. Owen didn’t hesitate to pick you up in his arms and start heading for the gate, no longer seemingly concerned with the raptors.

You were too ill to even care, just burying your face in his neck and focusing on not passing out again.

You knew as soon as you were in the clear as there was suddenly more people surrounding you, hounding the pair of you with questions and trying to see if you were hurt. Thankfully Owen got them all to leave while he carried you to the medical bay and placed you on a bed.

About 15 minutes later, the doctor was done checking you over, luckily finding nothing wrong except a touch of fever. She recommended bed rest and gave you some pain killers before leaving you in the room with Owen.

He’d been leaning against the wall the whole time, listening to the doc and making sure you were ok. He didn’t say a word until you were alone, at which point he walked over to your bed and sat down beside you, giving you a small grin. “So the raptors like you,” he breathed, earning a chuckle from you.

“Obviously. I’m delightful.”

Owen laughed out loud and leaned forward, resting his head on your shoulder, staying that way for a second before turning his head and kissing your neck, bringing a smile to your face as you ran a hand through his hair.

“Thank you,” you whispered, knowing he’d understand. Instead of just nodding, he moved back and watched you for a moment before clearly deciding he could say what was on his mind.

“Would you believe me if I said you could have stood up and walked out of there as easy as I could?”

You pulled a face but said nothing, waiting for him to explain. He took your hand and squeezed, looking a little nervous as he explained. “I’ve noticed it for a while but wasn’t sure until today what their behaviour around you was about. I suspected, but didn’t say anything…”

You didn’t have a clue what he was on about, which must have been written on your face as he started playing with your fingers while he explained.

“They’ve accepted you into the pack. As an Alpha.”

You frowned at his words, confused as to what it meant for him as the alpha.

“But you’re the Alpha. There’s only one alpha in a pack…” You started, but Owen gave you a nervous smirk and filled you in.

“Unless the Alpha finds a mate. Which is what they think you are. They clearly read us better than we did and  have accepted you as their alpha female…”

You were stunned. You knew they were smart, but they still amazed you with that. You took it as a good sign then. You had their blessing, so you figured you should make a go of things with Owen.

And hey, if it didn’t work out, you could always set your raptors on him.

You repeated your thought to Owen who scoffed and pointed out that he was still also their Alpha. “And what makes you so confident they’d betray me so easily?”

You laughed and gave him a cheeky smile before leaning in and whispering in his ear. “Sisters before misters.”

Molded for each other.

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, violence, more violence, smut (NSFW).

P.S: Thoughts are in italic.

Gifs by @grungedaddykinks and @mypapawinchester

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

It’s been about 2 hours that you’re on top of Sanctuary looking around, people working, walkers on the gates… normal life on theses days. Suddenly you can hear the door open and closing and when you look behind you see Negan, he put Lucille aside the door and came close and hug you.

“Why I always get a feeling that you come here to run out of me?” He says while kisses your neck. “Or just want to commit suicide and abandon me?”

“Yes, cause the less painful way to die is cracking all my bones” you say sarcastically as always looking him on the corner of yours eyes.

He laughs, that maniacal/sexy laugh that’s a essence of him. 3 minutes passed while the two of you look around. Just breathing a little and enjoying the sun getting ready do dusk.

“Would you call me crazy if I tell you that I prefer the world in that way?” You say cracking the silence.

“Yeah, I fucking would” He looks at you with frowned brows.

“Is just… I mean of course have a lot of issues and in the start was a completely hell. But "normal life” was cliche, going to school, working, finding someone, marrying, having kids and blah blah. And I always thought that 95% of the people was never happy, like they just existed, not lived. And now we fight but at least people don’t act like they want to win a trophy for ‘The Best Friend’, is just more natural now. The planet isn’t dying like before, without wars or discrimination. And less buildings, less pollution. The planet is breathing again, after a long time. Actually I think all the walkers will serve as a good fertilizer one day.“ You say so deep in your thoughts.

"Wow, I forget how freaky-deaky that pretty lilttle head of yours can be” He says moving his hand to put a bit of hair behind your ear.

“Come on, think about it, before was boring, now we feel the adrenaline all the time” you say looking around, sort relieved.

“Y/N Y/L/N you’re something else” He says while incline his back.

“Says the man who maniacally kill people with a bat”  you tease him, giving a wink, Damn is nice play with danger.

“Do you want it to get personal hun? It might not end pretty way for you” Negan say while getting close to your soft lips, Feeling his breathing on your lips, and the heartbeat increasing, he might be able to hear it.

When things were getting closer to a kiss, Dwight open the door of the old fabric penthouse.

“Boss, sorry but we have a little problem” Dwight say with a worried expression.

“Is better be more than little for you cut my moment with that pretty ass freaky minded one” Negan say looking over Dwight with a annoyed face and next look at you showing that wonderful grin of him.

“A group that we get stuffs collected. Marcel called me on the radio saying that they’re coming with guns, three trucks and even a tank” Dwight say desperately looking at both of you, he was pretty scared, actually you though you never saw Dwight like that. It might be a big group coming.

Negan expression change in the moment, What was happening? Which group is that one?

“Get all the Saviors and heavy guns we have, and let’s put some charge in that shit” Negan says looking at you and going after Dwight, you didn’t know what to do, actually you got worried. A tank? They can blow it here, which group can it be? Not Alexandria, or Hilltop even less The Kingdom. But I know Negan has plenty places to get people to work for him you thought.

While you were lost in thoughts you heard Negan calling “Y/N, don’t worry I will fix that shit up. Isn’t the first group of fucker whose think it can change the new world” you give him a nod.

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fool’s paradise

i don’t want fucking, that’s boring shit.

i want to climb inside your body, follow every vein to find out what makes your heart beat the way it does.

i want to trace every muscle, ask it - does it still hurt, the ache of invisible weight, does it hurt him to carry it? i want to ask, how can i help?

i want to see the colors your brain creates when you talk about what you love with that light in your eyes. you know the light. that light. the kind that makes me want to follow it into the dark. i don’t know where it came from but i want to see it up close, like we spread our fingertips to the stars and imagine we can almost touch the fireworks.

i want to know what your lips remember. do they remember the number of my ribs, when you counted them? do they remember your tongue tripping over a language that is second skin, never the first? do they open of their own volition because you would like me closer and you know you can’t? can you tell them that i understand? i, too, dream of impossible worlds.

i don’t want fucking, that’s boring shit.

skin is just skin and it shivers when your city is cold and when it laughs when it knows the cadence of our moans, knows more than it should, but we have always been shameless. i don’t know what regret tastes like. all i’ve ever felt with you is honey.

fucking is boring shit because you are a sun rising to its power and i want to bask in the full glory of your warmth.