when you don't leave me requests

He Tian x Mo Guanshan -Don’t ever leave me again-

For you, dear anon! <3 Thank you for waiting for me to finish this, it took a while but I stuffed my whole heart into this. Don’t worry, it’s not just angst, there is some major fluff at the end. *wedding bells tolling in the background* I hope you enjoy!



He Tian raised his fist, threatening and his eyes burning like black fire. Hate was oozing from every piece of his body, nothing else mattered besides the feeling of loss and regret. God, he was so fucking gone.

The other man stared right back at him, sinister as the night and a cruel smirk adorning his lips, wide and disgustingly wrong. Black strands of sweaty, bloody hair stuck to his prominent high cheek bones and forehead, throwing dark shadows over the top half of the face he loathed. He couldn’t stand it and rammed his hand into the mirror, breaking it into thousands of pieces, destroying his own accusing reflection, the last thing he wanted to see. A silent scream ripped his throat like one of the glass shards, his whole body felt heavy, so heavy. His knees gave in and he sacked against the wall, slowly sliding down at it, his cut hand leaving bloody prints on the white tiles. As if he’d give a fuck.


 His lips twitched from holding back a laugh. There was nothing. The bathroom door was still open, the house still empty and he was still not…

Slowly, he leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling.

Pathetic, his father would have said. His brother would have said. And worst of all, if he would have witnessed him in this godforsaken second, he would have been of the same opinion.

It was his fault and he deserved this, if he hadn’t just been that sure of himself. Not that sure of his strength. Not that sure that everything would stay within his control. Not that convinced of his options to work out as planned.

Guanshan, his one and only weakness.

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Slowly Dying in Someone's Arms Sentence Starters
  • [ Requested ages ago. Sorry for the wait! Warnings for death, obviously ]:
  • "It doesn't hurt...Not anymore."
  • "I don't regret it."
  • "It was worth it to protect you."
  • "Please don't cry."
  • "I don't want to leave you..."
  • "I love you more than anything or anyone."
  • "Remember me when I'm gone."
  • "Say my name, so I'll live on."
  • "Tell them about me and what I did."
  • "If I did nothing else, at least I loved."
  • "I love you...Live for me."
  • "It hurts so much..."
  • "I-I can't breathe..."
  • "I wish it would hurry up and happen..."
  • "I want to die so bad..."
  • "At least yours is the last face I see..."
  • "I'm so sorry..."
  • "Live your life...I'll be there when it's your time..."
  • "This isn't goodbye...This is see you later..."
  • "I don't want to die...I can't..."
  • "I have so much more I want to do..."
  • "Please don't let me go..."
  • "Hold me until the end."
  • "I love you. I've always loved you..."
  • "Until we meet again..."

anonymous asked:

My boss has done me wrong in so many ways on the schedule in the past couple of months, including not telling me whether my request for time off has been approved or not, and leaving me to find out it was when I show up to work at the time I had requested off. She texted me a couple days ago, saying she had "meant to schedule me to close on Friday," and to see if I could close even though I'm scheduled off. I said no, and that I had plans. I'm not gonna help you when you clearly don't help me.

ut-stuff  asked:

hey tt, i'm sorry for bothering you but is it okay if i request something? i know it's selfish, so feel free to ignore this or just leave it until later, i don't mind. but, could i please request g!sans with a chubby s/o who's family (particularly mother) is constantly pushing them to go and do things they're not capable of/not comfortable doing? and they feel like they're letting them down when they can't do anything - like not being able to get proper words out in social settings. again, sorry

*My Sassy Darling, you should know that you’re never bothering me. <3   I’m always willing to write something to cheer you up!  You’re one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met, and you only deserve happiness!  

By the way, it’s probably obvious by I ship the shit outta you with G.  <33

“you know that you’re not letting anyone down, right?”  

G stood with his back against the wall, an unlit cigarette dangling from his teeth.  He desperately wanted to light it up and smoke, but he didn’t want to do so in your room.  While smoke didn’t bother him, he knew things were different when it came to humans, and he respected you enough not to smoke in your house.  

“you don’t have to keep pushing yourself.  you have to take it easy, otherwise you’re just going to feel worse.”  

He pushes off the wall, crossing the room with several long strides to place his hand on your shoulder–and then proceed to slip his arm around you and pull you against his side.  "it’s ok if you get anxious or feel awkward when you’re pushed to do something.“  His phalanges slide across your arm, feeling your skin just below the sleeve.  "it’s your mom again, huh, dear?  i know she’s pushing you… she might even feel like she’s doing it to help you get more comfortable in those situations, but… it’s all right if you can’t do it.”  

G turns toward you his golden eyelight scanning your face.  "i love you just the way you are, ya'know?  whenever we’re out, you can always stick to my side; i’ll always be right there with you.  so next time she asks you to do something like that, i’ll tag along.“  His grin becomes a smirk, and he plucks the cig from between his teeth and proceeds to smooth your hair behind your ear. “imagine her face then.  we’ll make an appearance and then ditch.  maybe come back here, huh?”  His hand cups your cheek, and he steps closer, leaning in so his face is so close that you can feel his warm breath against your lips when he speaks. It smells of cigarette smoke, coffee, and ketchup, as usual.  "you can tell me some more of those science pick-up lines and see what happens.“  He chuckles, his smirk widening; he’s hoping that your cheeks flush.  He loves getting a reaction from you.  "or we can just go grab some ‘dogs and drinks.  anything’s fine as long as it’s with you, my dear.”      

TFW Preference - After Glow


Originally posted by loveandlusty

Even though you’ve both finally caught your breaths, Sam doesn’t pull away just yet. You cradle him with your arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders as he nuzzles to your neck, peeking his warm tongue over the dark marks he had made along your throat. You could feel his hot breath and his lips curl up into a soft smile when you shivered underneath him, still sensitive to his little touches. His weight wasn’t uncomfortable at all. It’s warm, safe, shielding. 

There’s a soft ache of soreness on the spots where your thighs connect to your hips, but it feels good. One of Sam’s arms moves to support his weight as his other tenderly moves down the curve of your breast, over the line of your waist and gently massaging and pressing all over to ease your still trembling muscles. He always takes care of you.

After another long moment, Sam finally shifts to your side. You snuggle close, tangling your legs with his, and cupping his face to kiss his swollen lips. You run your fingers through each other’s hair, breathing at the same rhythm. He tells you to rest, that he’ll be right there right beside you when you wake like he always is.


Originally posted by pleasingpics

Dean eases you down from your high with heavy kisses as he moves to spoon you. His firm chest is pressed to your back and an arm is tucked under yours when he pulls your body close. His hand is just over your heart and he chuckles that it’s still beating rapidly.

He kisses the curve of your shoulder and you can feel the little butterfly kisses of his long eyelashes on your soft skin before he nuzzles to your hair. A giggle escapes your lips when he kisses the little spot behind your ear and then the ticklish spot on your neck. He just smiles, squishing you closer to his body and keeps making you laugh for the rest of the night.


Originally posted by abigayle12000

Cas is smiling, his eyes are closed, and you stare at the soft lines of his face and his dark eyelashes as he traces slow circles on your back. His eyes slowly open when he hears you hum and whisper a verse, lips pressing against his cheek, and you’re smiling. He closes his eyes again when you move your arm underneath his head and your hand runs though his dark hair.

I’m finding it hard to believe, we’re in heaven,” Cas just continues on, voice a little hoarse. He’s heard the song only come from you, almost like tradition in these quiet, sweet times. You have told him once before that it is a popular song, and yet the only version he wants to hear is the one spilling out of your soft lips when it’s lyrics as true as those.

A/N: For @meangreenlimabean, hope you like it! I’m trying to get back into writing, and I know I haven’t done these in aaagggeeesss, but yet here it is. This has been collecting dust in my drafts since forever, time to dust it off, am I right???

The Mysterious Miranda (Chapter 6)

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader, daveed diggs x reader

summary: Your cousin Anthony drags you along to one of his neighbor’s infamous parties with his girlfriend, keeping you from a night in. Mr. Miranda, the host, is a mysterious man, but that isn’t the part that gets to you.

warnings: cheating, maybe a lil tiny bit of angst but it’s probably more nostalgia, fluff

words: 4235 (i don’t even know what to say anymore, my dudes)

a/n: wow so I know I said I was gonna get Pippa out first, but this was just screaming my name, I couldn’t get anything done on that one. so this is a very emotionally charged chapter, it’s fluff galore, and I’m super proud of it. Thank you @secretschuylersister for checking it out and reassuring me a bit. enjoy, and please feel free to send asks with your thoughts/reactions!:)

part one part two part three part four part five part seven part eight  part nine

Your husband is searching for you,” Anthony mumbled, shifting awkwardly with a look of worry on his face.

“How much of that did you hear, Ant?” You turned to him as soon as Lin scurried off, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

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Admin 🍌 bringing you the Nams! Originally it was supposed to be longer but I suddenly started thinking about Namjoon saying “baby” and I just

Originally posted by collegerunningprobs

It took me a quick second to go and finish but it was just too much to handle 😩

For every request made, an idol is born! So don’t be shy, feel free to leave one! 

anonymous asked:

Hey, I love your writing so much 💕 Maybe when I send you this request you could cheer me up a bit? Hope it's okay that it's sad actually Request: So I did something wrong and now I don't know if other people hate me and I don't want to leave my apartment ever again. I'm so sad and unhappy and disappointed of myself. Then Seb (or any of his characters) comes along and tries to help. Sorry if that's a weird request, I don't know how to do this. I just don't know how to live, it's my first time

Originally posted by yourlipbalm

A/N: Hey, sweetheart, I hope this makes you feel better! If you want to talk about it don’t be afraid to message me! (on or off anon)

Huddled under a heap of blankets, watching sitcoms and romcoms is how I plan to spend the rest of my life. The cool, rainy weather seems to match my mood as I wallow in self despair. I try to distract myself with something, anything, but all that keeps running through my head is how much I messed up. How everyone must hate me now and I can never show my face to them again. I can’t believe I let this happen, I’m so ashamed in myself that I can’t even imagine how others must be thinking.

I hear a knock on my door as a fresh round of tears begins dripping down my cheeks. I plan to just ignore it, whoever it is will get the hint eventually, right? Apparently not. The knocking continues for what seems like forever until I finally give up. Untangling myself from my nest with a huff. I quickly wipe the final tears away before opening the door.

“What?” I practically shout as I open the door.

“Where have you been? You haven’t been answering your phone, (y/n), I’ve been worried sick!” Sebastian walks past me into my apartment, taking in the scene of blankets and tissues thrown about.

“What are you doing here?” I sigh

“What am I doing here? I’m checking on my favorite girl”

“Why do you even care? I messed everything up, I know that. Can I please just hate myself in peace?”

“Babe, you don’t mean that. What do you mean you messed everything up?” He looks thoroughly confused by my statement.

“You know what I mean” I assure him.

“Are you talking about the-” I brace myself for the words to follow but they don’t come. Instead I suddenly feel Sebastian’s arms wrap around my middle before pushing my arms to wrap around his neck. “Baby no one hates you.” We stand there in silence for what feels like hours, my tears staining his shirt and his hand consistently soothing up and down my back.

“How can you be sure? Seb, I really messed up” I tell him once my tears have subsided.

“I know you think that, sweetheart, but nobody’s mad at you. Honestly, right now, everyone’s really worried. I talked to some of your friends to see if they’ve heard from you, I thought you were just avoiding me but they all told me that they hadn’t talked to you either. (y/n), everyone just wants to make sure you’re okay”

“I’m sorry, I turned my phone off ‘cause I thought everyone would be sending me messages about how much I fucked up, once again”

“It’s okay, just don’t disappear on me again”

“I won’t, I promise”

“You need to talk to your friends too”

“I can’t face them”

“Babe, they’re worried about you, you need to talk to them”

“What am I supposed to say?”

“Maybe just listen to their messages and let them know you’re safe. But first, I think we should get you cleaned up and then we can go get some ice cream, maybe take a walk around the park, dance in the rain”

I can’t help but smile at his suggestions “that sound really nice Seba”

“Good, you go get in the shower, I’ll start cleaning up out here” he tells me, motioning to the mess of my livingroom. I nod my agreement before giving him a quick peck. Well it was supposed to be a quick peck, but as soon as I made contact he pulled me in by my waist. He deepens the kiss for a moment longer before breaking to rest his forehead against mine.

“I was really worried about you, please don’t ever do that to me again”

“I won’t, I promise. I’m so sorry Seba”

Tags: @amistillmyself (do you want to be tagged in requests as well?)

  • This scene takes place after Rilucas broke up. Smarkle is still together.
  • Location: Topanga's.
  • Riley, Lucas, Farkle, and Smackle are studying together. Farkle and Smackle are flirting with each other. Lucas is focusing on his work. Riley stares at Farkle and Smackle and smiles her signature fake smile. Farkle notices the smile.
  • Farkle: Riley, are you ok?
  • Riley: Yeah. Couldn't be better. Why?
  • Farkle: No reason.
  • Riley starts to work on her homework. Farkle stares at her. Riley looks up.
  • Riley: What?
  • Farkle: Nothing. Smackle and I have to go.
  • Riley: Why?
  • Smackle: We have a debate tomorrow that we have to prepared for.
  • Lucas: Have fun.
  • Smackle: Stop hitting on me.
  • Lucas: Ok.
  • Farkle: (looks at Riley) I'll talk to you later.
  • Riley: Ok.
  • Farkle and Smackle leave.
  • Riley stares at the wall.
  • Lucas: Are you ok?
  • Riley: I'm fine.
  • Lucas: I know we aren't dating anymore, but you can talk to me about anything.
  • Riley: I know.
  • Lucas: Is this about Farkle?
  • Riley: Remember when we broke up and I told you about my feelings for Farkle?
  • Lucas: Yeah.
  • Riley: I thought by now, those feelings would go away. But they get stronger everyday. It's getting harder to see them together.
  • Lucas: You need to talk to Farkle about it.
  • Riley: What am I going to say? (Sarcastic) "I know you and Smackle are perfect together, but I'm in love with you." I can't do that to Farkle and Smackle. They're two of my best friends. I would never do anything to hurt them.
  • Lucas: You can't not tell him. Look at what's it doing to you.
  • Riley: He's not going to believe my feelings for him are real. He'll probably think I'm just jealous of his relationship with Smackle since I'm not dating anyone.
  • Lucas: You're a little jealous.
  • Riley: You think? I want a relationship with him. And I feel horrible about it. Why couldn't I have feelings for him before he started dating Smackle? I hate being jealous.
  • Lucas: It's a normal feeling.
  • Riley: I think I'm going to avoid him for a while. At least until my feelings go away.
  • Lucas: You can't hide from your problems.
  • Riley: I can try.
  • Farkle walks back in. Riley sees him.
  • Riley: Great. That didn't last long.
  • Lucas: I thought you were preparing for your debate?
  • Farkle: We need brain food. I'm getting a smoothie.
  • Farkle orders a smoothie with two straws. Riley gets up to leave. Farkle stops her.
  • Farkle: Riley, what's wrong?
  • Riley: Nothing. I have to go.
  • Farkle: Don't lie to me. We don't lie to each other. I know when you were smiling before, that was your sad smile.
  • Riley: I'm not sad. See. (Smiles a big smile) Smiley Riley.
  • Farkle: Are you sure there's nothing you want to tell me?
  • Riley nods her head yes. Farkle gives her a hug and leaves.
  • Riley: Except for the fact that I'm in love with you.
  • Riley starts crying and Lucas consoles her.
  • The end.
  • This scene was requested by @riarkleandlucayalover. I hope you liked it.

To the anon who requested Ivar in an arranged marriage to a Christian princess: I haven’t forgotten you! It’s next on my to do list.

To the poor anon ages ago who sent me a request about ivar’s lady being afraid to sit on his legs and hurt him: honestly I did forget about that one. And I’m sorry! I’ll try to make it up to you soon.

Apparently I am human garbage when it comes to fulfilling anon requests. Sorry, my dear anons! I promise I will try to do better, don’t stop requesting!

You could have killed me years ago, Skulduggery. But you couldn’t kill Valkyrie. Pathetic. Now everything is dead.

What if Darquesse never wanted to leave this world? What if she just wanted to live? And she could just live when the world was dead. Now there is no one left to make her feel alive.

anonymous asked:

Can you write an imagine where you stranded in the Night's Watch beacuse you are attacked (you're a girl) and you and Jon Snow get a liking of each other and the other's don't like it :-)

Request - Jon Snow “I shall take no wife”

“And, when are you leaving?” A man dressed in black leaned towards you. He had a smirk on his lips and the smell of alcohol was almost overwhelming. 

Even though you would say that after all those months you would have gotten used to it, you still felt a little intimidated. “I don’t know. Until J…the Lord Commander has found a safe place for me.” Your cheeks heated up and you quickly took a few more sips from your soup. 

“Leave the lady alone.” Jon stood up from his seat and with slow steps he walked towards you. “She shall stay here as long as she needs to.” His lips formed a straight line and he had his back straightened and his chin lifted. “This is the safest place she can be right now and until I’m sure she’s as safe somewhere else, I won’t send her away.”

“Jon…” The man next to you stood up and he lifted his chin too. “You’re the Lord Commander, but she’s been here for months already.” The man cocked his head and he crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re not looking that hard for another place for her to live, are you?” It was not really a question. It was more a statement and you bent your head to avoid their glances. 

“As Lord Commander I have a lot of things to take care of. Finding a safe place for her to live is only one of those tasks and not even the most important one.” Jon shook his head and his eyes rested on you. “There is an army of dead people marching towards us and you’re worrying about a girl in Castle Black?” He raised his voice, but the man didn’t even flinch, didn’t move, didn’t stop grinning. 

“We all know why you’re keeping her close.” The man hissed between his teeth and everyone around you was silent now. “You’ve started to like her. We should wonder if the safe place you’re talking about isn’t actually your bed.“ 

You held your breath and tried to breath in and out to prevent your cheeks from heating up even further. You had started to like Jon.

He had a kind heart, he was understanding, he thought about people before he thought about war or power. He could have sent you to one of the villages nearby, but instead he had offered you a safe place here in Castle Black. 

Although you had known that he had sworn a vow and that he would never fall in love with you, you had started to fall for him. Your heart had started to skip beats every time he walked by. Your skin had started to glow every time he said something nice. Your mind had started to dream about him, during the cold and lonely nights. 

"I understand that for some of you the concept of liking a girl without wanting her in your bed is totally foreign.” Jon cleared his throat, but he cocked his head and looked around to make sure all his men could hear him. “But I don’t have the intention to break my vow." 

"You’ve already broken it and we all know it.” The man hissed between his teeth, but Jon grabbed his shirt and lifted him of the floor. 

“I said that I was not going to break my vow again. Just like I won’t break my promise to (Y/N). I won’t send her away before I have found a safe place for her.” Jon spoke softly now and he carefully put the man back on his feet. “Don’t let me hear you speak like that to her or me again." 

@iamthemalady asked / complimented :
If you don't mind but are you atleast accepting any fan art requests like maybe drawing vanoss or delirious? You don't have to if you don't want ;o and may I say, whenever I ended up to your page. It always leave me with a carefree grin! (*´▽`*)

I take requests only when I can and in the mood for it. Have the clown boy for being such a sweetheart!

anonymous asked:

Could I please request a Hanamiya + Haizaki angst scenario when their s/o is leaving them because they don't believe they truly care about them? (If that makes any sense omg that sounded like a mess.)

Yes you may~~ It made sense don’t worry! ^^ Enjoy~~ WARNING: using some profanities in here. enjoy(??) 

-Admin Nanacchi  

“Hanamiya, are you even listening to me?” 
You were walking with your boyfriend down a quiet street. He had been a bit down since he lost his game against Seirin, and seeing that you kinda missed his sinister looking smirk, you wanted to make him happy.  
But the date had been going wrong since the second you two stepped outside.
One moment he’ll be ignoring you, the other he’ll send a jab towards your ego. Even though you knew he didn’t mean any of them, it was getting to the point you felt he was just using you as some emotional punching bag.
Turning abruptly at him, stopping him in mid-stride you glared at him.”Hanamiya, what did i just say?”
“Are you listening to me blah blah blah,” He rolled his eyes and tried to move past you, when you wouldn’t he looked at you with anger seeping in his eyes. “Move it _____.”
“I said move it baka.” He drawled out the word baka making you even more upset.
“Fine, I’ll just fucking move then.” You walked past Hanamiya, shoving him slightly. 
“Where the hell are you going now?” He sighed. “Look you’re pissing me off ____.”
You turned around and gave him an exasperated look. “Pissing you off? How about pissing ME off? All you’ve been is mean to me, treating me like crap the entire night, even going as far as saying my dress looked like shit. I’m tired of YOUR shit Hanamiya.” Tears threatening to fall you breathed heavily, trying to control the shaking of your hands. When no one said a word, you grew even more annoyed, “What, got nothing left to say? Can’t even apologize to your girlfriend?”
“For what?” Hanamiya looked at you lazily. 
“Forget it,” You let a tear slip, rubbing your face angrily for doing so. “I’m done. We’re,” you pointed at him and you, “done.” 
With that you turned and walked away, each step getting faster until you ran in the distance leaving Hanamiya alone.
He didn’t mean to say that. Hell, he didn’t mean to say any of those things you accused him of saying. True he wasn’t paying attention to you, but he only said those remarks to get you out of the stores you took him to. Hanamiya wouldn’t admit that he had been getting restless over the countless guys that tried to talk to you; he wouldn’t dare say he was jealous. Your dress was shit? No it wasn’t he was just trying to get you to change out of it earlier because he was sure that someone would look at you the wrong way. He hadn’t been paying attention? Hanamiya was busy glaring at the idiot who kept trying to talk to you.
He said the wrong things just now and look at what his stubborness got him-nothing, he got absolutely nothing, because there was his girl running from him and all he could do was simply stand there and regret that he couldn’t explain the reason to his actions more clearly.


“Look I don’t need your stupid first aid kit.” Haizaki grunted and pushed your stuff on the ground. “I’m okay, it’s just a stupid punch.”
“Haizaki, you’re bleeding, just shut up and let me take care of you okay?” 
Pulling out an antiseptic, you put some of it on a few cotton balls. Muttering that it’d sting, you lightly dabbed it on your boyfriend’s head only to hear him say a string of profanity. 
“What the hell ____!” Haizaki pushed you slightly. He didn’t mean to but you fell on the floor. You let out a yelp as you felt your back ache. Glaring at him you got up-no help offered on his part; not even a single apology.
“Haizaki, you’re really testing me right now.”
He snorted. “Yeah, yeah whatever you say.”
“I’m being serious.” You glared at him. “First you come to my apartment all bloody and bruised for our date, then you yell at me for trying to help you and now you won’t even apologize for making me fall?”
“So?” Wrong response Haizaki thought.
“SO? Okay Mr. Dip-shit you think you can treat a girl, let alone YOUR girlfriend like that? Do you not even care that I’m a person too? I have feelings Haizaki, I worry about you, I care about you and here you are basically implying you don’t give a damn.”
“Maybe I don’t give a damn.” Haizaki smirked. He laid further back into your couch and closed his eyes. “Just let me sleep _____.”
“Get out.” Haizaki ignored you. “I said get out Haizaki.” 
Throwing a glass of water at him, he got up instantly. He grunted, but decided not to say anything. You’d get over this spectacle. Smiling, he waved at you jokingly, “Bye-bye kid. See you later.”
“We’re through Haizaki.” 
“You’re just putting on a brave face ____. Please, we’re not even done.” 
“I’m serious. It’s done Haizaki. You, me, we’re not together anymore.” Haizaki turned to make a tease you more, but when he saw you holding yourself, shaking from the tears that you tried to keep inside, he knew you were being truthful. Angry he walked to the door opened and slammed it loudly. Once he left you started crying loudly thinking he had left.
Haizaki slid down your door outside and held his head in in hands. He couldn’t tell you he was bruised from fighting with a couple of guy from school who kept looking and talking about you like a piece of meat. He couldn’t explain why he didn’t want you to take care of him because he was afraid of showing his softer side to you. Haizaki couldn’t even make himself go towards you to comfort you and probably resolve the relationship because he was too damn full of pride. Now he was stuck sitting outside your door thinking why he never showed you the respect you deserved; he was stuck regretting not ever saying thank you to you.

anonymous asked:

fan art for the game feels so silly this early because none of us know who these characters are or what they do or even what their personalities are like we only found out flashlight girl's name with the update. It's cool for people to be hype but don't you think everyone is jumping the gun too fast when we don't even know their names?

One Strideer request for anon!

What to do in exams if you know you're going to fail anyway
  • 1: Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes. Wake up, say, "oh geez, better get cracking," and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early.
  • 2: Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming, "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!!"
  • 3: If it is a math/science exam, answer in essay form. If it is long answer/essay form, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.
  • 4: Make paper airplanes out of the exam. Aim them at the instructor's left nostril.
  • 5: Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm SOOO sure you can hear me thinking." Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.
  • 6: Bring cheerleaders.
  • 7: Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About five minutes into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand ANY of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who the hell are you? Where's the regular guy?"
  • 8: Bring a Game Boy (or Game Gear, etc...). Play with the volume at maximum level.
  • 9: On the answer sheet (book, whatever) find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: "I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs." Be creative.
  • 10: Bring pets.
  • 11: Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say ,"They've found me, I have to leave the country," and run off.
  • 12: Fifteen minutes into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out, "Merry Christmas." If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this process every fifteen minutes.
  • 13: Do the exam with crayons, paint, or fluorescent markers.
  • 14: Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.
  • 15: Come down with a bad case of Tourrette's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.
  • 16: Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up! For math/science exams, try using Roman numerals.
  • 17: Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he's not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.
  • 18: As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.
  • 19: Walk into the exam with an entourage. Claim you are going to be taping your next video during the exam. Try to get the instructor to let them stay, be persuasive. Tell the instructor to expect a percentage of the profits if they are allowed to stay.
  • 20: Every five minutes, stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam.
  • 21: Turn in the exam approximately 30 minutes into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.
  • 22: Do the entire exam as if it was multiple choice and true/false. If it is a multiple choice exam, spell out interesting things (DCCAB. BABE. etc.).
  • 23: Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.
  • 24: Get the exam. Twenty minutes into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out, "Screw this!" and walk out triumphantly.
  • 25: Arrange a protest before the exam starts (i.e., threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone's done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink).
  • 26: Show up completely drunk. ("Completely drunk" means that at some point during the exam, you should start crying for mommy.)
  • 27: Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him/her in a very derogatory tone, "The light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper. DUH!"
  • 28: Comment on how sexy the instructor is looking that day.
  • 29: Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 minutes, put on a white mask and start yelling, "I'm here, the phantom of the opera," until they drag you away.
  • 30: Go to an exam for a class you have no clue about, where you know the class is very small, and the instructor would recognize you if you belonged. Claim that you have been to every lecture. Fight for your right to take the exam.
  • 31: Upon receiving the exam, look it over, while laughing loudly, say "you don't really expect me to waste my time on this drivel? Days Of Our Lives is on!!!"
  • 32: Bring a water pistol with you. 'Nuff said.
  • 33: From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Ignore the instructor's requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge On The River Kwai.
  • 34: Start a brawl in the middle of the exam.
  • 35: If the exam is math/science related, make up the longest proofs you could possibly think of. Get pi and imaginary numbers into most equations. If it is a written exam, relate everything to your own life story.
  • 36: Come in wearing a full knight's outfit, complete with sword and shield.
  • 37: Bring a friend to give you a back massage the entire way through the exam. Insist this person is needed, because you have bad circulation.
  • 38: Bring cheat sheets for another class (make sure this is obvious... like history notes for a calculus exam... otherwise you're not just failing, you're getting kicked out too) and staple them to the exam, with the comment "Please use the attached notes for references as you see fit."
  • 39: When you walk in, complain about the heat. Strip.
  • 40: After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, ask for the answer. Try to work it out of him/her.
  • 41: One word: Wrestlemania.
  • 42: Bring balloons, blow them up, start throwing them around like they do before concerts start.
  • 43: Try to get people in the room to do the wave.
  • 44: Play frisbee with a friend at the other side of the room.
  • 45: Bring some large, cumbersome, ugly idol. Put it right next to you. Pray to it often. Consider a small sacrifice.
  • 46: Get deliveries of candy, flowers, balloons, telegrams, etc... sent to you every few minutes throughout the exam.
  • 47: During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks, chairs, anything you can reach.
  • 48: Complete the exam with everything you write being backwards at a 90 degree angle.
  • 49: Bring a musical instrument with you, play various tunes. If you are asked to stop, say, "it helps me think." Bring a copy of the Student Handbook with you, challenging the instructor to find the section on musical instruments during finals. Don't forget to use the phrase, "Told you so".
  • 50: Answer the exam with the "Top Ten Reasons Why Professor xxxx Sucks"

anonymous asked:

Can you do 4+5 w/Kai for the drabble game? (If I can only choose one than 5)

[5] » “I love you more than you love me.”

You don’t expect to find anyone at home as you unlock the door to your quaint apartment and step inside, then set your things aside and remove your shoes before making your way to your bedroom to change.

Given the fact that you thought you would come home to a completely empty apartment, you’re surprised to hear voices coming from your bedroom and you pause in the middle of the hallway to listen closely. It doesn’t take you too long to recognize the low voice to be Jongin’s, and although a part of you is fluttering in anticipation that you’re going to see your boyfriend for the first time in such a long while — because when isn’t he performing, recording, practicing, or shooting something, or doing something way more important than his own health — you’re also worried that something might be wrong.

Jongin’s never home before you are, and as surprising as that is, there is something else that leaves you completely dumbfounded in the middle of the hallway.

“…I love you more than you love me.”

You have to blink a few times to make sure you’re registering the words correctly. You’re almost sure that you heard wrong when he repeats the exact words, and you can almost imagine him pouting at whoever he’s talking to from the sound of his voice. He would never, you keep on telling yourself, he would never do that to you, and he would never say that to anyone

…But your dog.

Every ounce of fear vanishes as you stare at the sight before you, Jongin huddled up in between layers of blankets with your puppy resting in his lap, and his hands are wrapped around her small torso to keep her from running away — which seems to be what she’s trying to do.

“Y/N!” Jongin grins when he notices you at the doorway, and lets your puppy go to shuffle over to you clumsily and pull you into a bear hug. “You’re home.”

You’re home,” you point out. You feel like an idiot for assuming things, and you mentally slap yourself for ever jumping to conclusions. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” He grins, but then you watch his plump lips drop down into a pout as you pull away. “Except, your puppy doesn’t really like me. I picked her up from the vet today and she tried to run back to the vet. The vet. The lady that gives her shots.”

You try not to smile at Jongin’s small outburst, and peck his nose to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Of course she likes you.”

Jongin watches in dismay as your puppy patters over to your feet, pointedly avoiding Jongin even when he tries to coo at her.

I am a dog person. Why are you doing this to me?”

And then your dog just ignores him again and leaves your bedroom, leaving behind a devastated Jongin and you to console him.

yeah no this is not angsty SURPRISE

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You run up the stairs and thorough the hallway. “Please God…, let him live”, you mutter. You run faster and when you finally reach there, the Dauntless restraining Eric. Four raises his gun and you put yourself between them.

“Four, please…, I’m begging you”, you say.

“(Y/N), move”, says Four sternly.

“NO! I won’t let you hurt him!”, you say.

“(Y/N), please listen to him”, says Eric. You kneel in front of him.

“Eric, I love you. You promise you’ll never leave me”, you say, tears begin to build up.

“I deserve this for everything I’ve done”, he says. You couldn’t believe what Four told you and now he’s saying what Four told you is the truth.

You turn to Four, cheeks already stained with tears. “Four, please…, I can’t live without him”, you sob.

“He needs to be punished for his crimes”, says Four. The other Dauntless soldiers pull you away and you struggle to escape and save Eric.

“She doesn’t have to see this, Tobias”, says Eric.

Four nudges his head and the Dauntless soldiers drag you out of the room. You struggle, but there’s not way you could escape them. The minute the door is closed, you hear the gun being pulled off.

“ERIC!!!!”, you scream.

*a few years later*

You walk with your son, Leo towards The Pit. Today is his tenth birthday and he wants to get his first tattoo.

“Are you really sure?”, you ask him…, again.

“Ugh, mum, for the last time. I’m pretty sure. Besides, I’m 10 and I think I’m old enough for a tattoo”, says your son and you can see every bit of Eric in him.

“Ok, let’s see what Tori got for us”, you say before going in. What he picks is somewhat to what Eric once had - the maze tattoo on his arms.

“Right is done. Come back again and we can finish the left one”, says Tori, but Leo insists on doing both arms. Yup, just like his dad. “I swear to God I can see Eric in him, but he has some traits of you - compassion”, says Tori.

True, Leo is a mini Eric through and through, but some parts of you manage to stick in his DNA. Two perfect combination. Would Eric be proud of his son? You damn right he would.

Don't Let Me Go

Hi! :) can you pls make an imagine where I have the biggest crush on this boy and suddenly he’s about to transfer in other school leaving me no choice but to talk to him before he leaves. Then probably we’ll be friends. And when we became friends that’s where I started to fall in love with him and I didn’t know he feels the same.

  • Anonymous

AN: I hope this is what you were looking for. To everyone that’s requested, please be patient. I have roughly 20 to write and it’s really tough to manage everything, so thanks for requesting (: xx


Your POV:

Y/C/N. He’s this guy, tall, athletic, beautiful, and the reason that I’ve got this tingly sensation in my chest. I think they call it love, but I refuse to call it that. It’s just a crush, and it looks as though it’s not going to be going anywhere, because this morning, in class, it was announced to the entire cohort that he’s moving to a different state with his family.

I’m happy for him. I really am. It’s just going to be hard for me. He probably has never even thought of me, I mean, I’ve never talked to him, but it’s not stalking. No. I like to call it ‘admiring from afar’. He hasn’t noticed yet.

There was that one time that I held a door open for him and he said, “Thanks, Y/N.”

My heart melted. But, it obviously meant nothing to him. I mean, it’s not like he actually knows who I am.

Today is the night before the last day of term. I have mixed emotions and as I log into Facebook, and I see that green dot, I breathe in and type the word ‘hi’. Before I send it, I remember the message of ‘We Bought A Zoo’, sometimes all it takes is 20 seconds of courage, and I press the button. Of course, being a typical teenage girl, I spend the next five minutes running around my room, and the house screaming and freaking out over what I just did, but then I hear a ‘ding’ on my phone and I see that he replied. ‘Hey’.

*Facebook Conversation*

Him: What’s up?

You: Nothing Much, I heard you’re going away this morning.

Him: Yeah, but I really don’t want to.

You: Why not?

Him: There’s this girl that I’ve liked for forever and I don’t know how to tell her and I’m scared she’ll forget me.

You: How could anyone forget you?

Him: I-I well, I don’t know, but I’m scared nevertheless.

You: How about you just tell her straight?

Him: How so?

You: Just message her and say ‘I love you’.

Him: Okay, yeah, I’ll try that.

You: Have fun, you two lovebirds.

My heart was beating out of my chest. He likes someone. He’s going to take my advice. Goddamn friendzone. Why couldn’t it be me he likes? I swear fate hates me.

Him: Okay, one sec, I’ll text her and then come back on here and let you know how it goes. Thanks so much btw.

You: Yeah, sure, anytime (:

I wait a few minutes and then I get a text from an unknown number.

“Y/N, I love you.”

My heart stops. It couldn’t be him. Not possible.

Him: Hey, so I just sent the message but she hasn’t replied yet.

You: Umm, one sec, I think I just got a text.

Him: I know.

You: Wait, how do you-

Him: I love you Y/N, always have, always will. Will you be my girlfriend? I don’t want to face the risk of you forgetting me. I want you to be my first kiss, date and love. Don’t let me go.

You: I love you too and I’ll never let you go.

plyisetsky  asked:

rEQUESTS ARE OPEN?? THIS IS MY MOMENT! could you write daddy!au's of any male character you like, maybe in the moment his son/daughter is born or when he/she says "daddy" for the first time. I love those au's so much, don't even look at me. (this tumblr is one of the best out there in my opinion and you deserve all the praise you can get *throws confetti and leaves*)

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Azumane: During the birth of his first daughter Asahi’s level of nervousness would probably exceed any other father’s by a million. It would be possible that his wife would have to calm him down while being in labor, grabbing his hard tightly, reminding him of the breathing techniques they learned during the birth-preparation-course. Depending on how mentally prepared Asahi was on that day (or not), he could even faint, needing medical assistance himself. Once his daughter would have been brought into the world, the nurses would actually suggest Asahi to sit down first, afraid that his shaky figure could possibly drop the baby. And that would be the ace’s worry as well, because the second he would hear his daughter’s crying voice, Asahi would feel like reality was trying to knock him down in an instant. Holding the infant in the palms of his hands, he would stare at her for a long time, touched by the fact that he and his partner brought someone so fragile and innocent into this world.

Kyoutani: Despite the fact that Kyoutani would more than often represent the imagine of being a rather rude and negligent person, his partner would certainly learn that he would be the complete opposite when surrounded by the ones he cherished. Knowing that, they would have absolutely no problem leaving their child in its father’s care. However, what they wouldn’t expect would be Kyoutani’s exceptional attentiveness in regards to his daughters needs. One ritual that would obviously be enjoyed by the both of them would be dinner. Kyoutani would ensure to get all temperatures right, reading a couple of times through the recipe and perhaps tasting the food himself before sitting down to feed his infant daughter. His eyes would certainly reflect the concentration he was working with, the spoon he was holding scooping up just enough so that his child wouldn’t choke over it. On days Kyoutani’s mood would be especially bright (by his standards at least), his partner would find him and their child sitting in the kitchen, the infant’s mouth area almost artistically smeared with left-over food while Kyoutani would have a couple of unnoticed droplets sitting on his own cheeks.

Ushijima: Even though Ushijima would excel in a variety of fields, getting emotionally close to his own daughter would prove itself to be quite an ordeal during the first couple of weeks after its birth. Understanding that words wouldn’t be understood by the infant, Ushijima would more than often find himself at a loss as to how to react to certain actions. Whenever his child would be crying, it would take him a moment to react, his eyes reflecting his frantic search for the best solution. He would actually have to rely on his partner’s help during those times, learning that not everything in his life could be done by himself, and himself only. But despite all the struggle, there would be one moment that would tip off his emotions towards his own child just enough for him to lose most of his parental powerlessness. Hearing his infant daughter laugh while she would he gazing right into Ushijima’s eyes would lead to his heart skipping a beat. He would be staring at her in awe, his own orbs beaming for at least a couple of second before they would recover from the surprise. Deep inside, Shiratorizawa’s captain would feel the urge to embrace his child and once he would have made sure nobody could see him, he would actually proceed to do exactly that.