yeah i woke up like this

Transcript of “THE DOUCHEBAG”

(Isak is on the phone with Eskild)

Isak: No, but Eskild, if he’s sleeping, then just let him sleep.

Eskild: So I shouldn’t wake him up and ask how he’s doing?

Isak: No, why should you do that?

Eskild, No, I don’t know. You told me I was supposed to look after him.

Isak: Yeah, I told you to keep an eye on him because he’s depressed, not watch over him like he’s a baby. Just let him sleep.

Eskild: Yeah, I think he just woke up. Talk to you later.

Vilde: Hi Isak!

Isak: Hi Vilde.

Vilde: Did you see the message I posted in Kosegruppa?

Isak: Uhh.. Yeah, Kosegruppa.. No, I didn’t.

Vilde: Why are you laughing?

Isak: No, I had just almost forgotten Kosegruppa existed.

Vilde: You’re still in? The revue starts now. You can’t just be in on the partying and not the work.

Isak: Of course I’m still in on Kosegruppa, Vilde! What do you think of me?

Vilde: Yeah, because all the groups are going to have a Christmas gathering on Friday and the rave pre-party at yours went so well, so I was wondering if we could have it at your place?

Isak: Yeah. 

Vilde: Yeah? Is it cool with your flat mates?

Isak: Yeah, it’s probably fine.

Vilde: Good! Then I’ll send out the invitations. 

Isak: Go ahead!

Isak: Hey.

Emma: Hi.

Isak: There’s this douchebag in second grade who’s going to have this Christmas gathering with Kosegruppa on Friday, so he’s wondering if you want to come because he thinks that would be very nice.

Emma: I have switched to th PR-group, so..

Isak: I understand.

Emma: But you should tell the douchebag I’m very glad he asked.

Isak: Yeah, I’ll tell the douchebag. He’ll appreciate that. 

Emma: Do that.

Isak: Yes.

Emma: Yeah, bye. 

Annabeth Hair Headcannons

When I was 12 I loved Annabeth because like…she didn’t really give a shit about what she looked like, and there would be moments where Rick would say “She woke up with a rat’s nest” or “She didn’t have time to brush it” and yeah. That meant a lot to little me. So here are some headcannons based on my own blonde, thick, curly hair experiences.

  • When she was living on the streets with Luke and Thalia, she wouldn’t really brush her hair. Sometimes she would, but she would only comb through the top later bcuz she was young and in a rush, so there was this giant hidden knot of tangles at the base of her neck.
  • (Thalia eventually had to cut off the clump because it was so gnarly. Annabeth named it “George”)
  • Back when she was still living at home, her stepmom would force her to sit down every morning so she could comb through the bed-head. She would rip the brush through Annabeth’s hair, and roll her eyes when she started crying. “Stop being dramatic. It’s not that bad.”
  • Because of that ^^, Annabeth’s head is basically numb now??? Like, you could tear out a clump of hair and she would hardly react.
  • She can’t fit all her hair under a hat. Even when it’s in a bun. It’s fucking impossible.
  • She gets tons of questions like “What shampoo/conditioner do you use?” and she’s like “…uh, whatever’s in the shower?? Department store shit?” and they nod like she’s just given them sage haircare advice.
  • Annabeth doesn’t cut her hair short. She can’t make herself, even though she knows it would be more practical to have short hair but…she can’t. It’s not a vanity thing. Her hair is unique, she knows this, and it’s sort of become a part of her. Like a calling card.
  • She feels the same way with dying her hair. Sometimes, she really hates being blonde, because there’s always some fuckboy who’s like “lol ur blonde u must be a dumb whore” which is stupid and doesn’t even make sense, but some ppl actually slut-shame her about it. So she keeps the color because fuck those people.
  • People are always asking to braid her hair. All the time. It’s fucking annoying.
  • (The only person she lets braid her hair is Piper because she actually knows what the fuck she’s doing.)
  • Some people just…touch her hair. Like, random strangers. In the grocery store, at the movies, in school. OMFG all the time in school, the kid sitting behind her will reach out and pat her hair, and she’ll turn around to glare and they’ll just be like “what?”
  • She plays with it when she’s hyper-focusing, twirling and twisting it around her fingers. Once when she was 13 a group of girls started teasing her about it. “Why do you always play with your hair? Do you think your special? Are you trying to flirt? You’re so weird and gross.” She stopped playing with it in public after that.  
  • She ALWAYS has hair-ties. ALWAYS. She’s that girl with, like, four hair-ties on her left wrist at all times. You need a hair-tie? Go to Annabeth, she’s gotchu.
  • All of her hair-ties break, though. Like, they just snap. She has to buy the super durable ones.
  • The only people who are allowed to play with her hair without asking for express permission are: Percy, Piper, Hazel (although she always asks anyways), and Rachel.
  • OMFG Rachel and Annabeth and Hazel bond over their curly hair. Like, they each have different kinds of curly hair, but they can all bond together over it.
  • Like, someone says “you can’t comb your hair in the shower” or “do you ever brush your hair?” and Annabeth, Rachel, and Hazel share a Look.
  • Annabeth went through a phase where whenever someone would say something like “OMG i would do anything to have your hair you’re so lucky,” she would respond with “ok i can shave it off and glue it to your head if you want” with a complete straight face. 
  • She gets headaches when she wears high ponytails.
  • Her hair gets REALLY poofy when she brushes it out. Like, just a cloud of poof. It’s such a relief when she does this sometimes, because it sort of takes off a lot of its weight.
  • If she ever does cut her hair, she’s going to donate it. All of it. 
  • She hates it when ppl call her “blondie”. Even Percy.
  • She’s actually broken a few hairbrushes before. But now she knows what kinds to buy.
  • For the last time, no. She doesn’t like straightening her hair. It takes forever, it’s really hot and uncomfortable, and it never stays. It’s stupid.
  • She can totally hide things in her hair. Sometimes ppl will stick pencils and pens in it. Percy and Piper have a game where they try to see how many things they can fit in her hair without her noticing.
  • She has to braid it when she swims. Like, none of that majestic hair-flowing-underwater crap. If her hair gets wet, it will tangle, and brushing that shit out is a pain in the ass.
  • She’s recognizable in a crowd. She sort of likes that.
  • Sometimes, Percy will refer to her hair as a lion’s mane. She sort of likes that.
  • Generally, she doesn’t really care about how it looks. It poofs up when it’s summer, it turns dark when it’s winter, and it will get tangles no matter how many times she brushes it. She doesn’t have the time or energy to care.
  • She doesn’t shave her legs, because who gives a shit? (also she’s blonde so the hair doesn’t really show up, so if she did care that wouldn’t be too much of a problem.)

Just….Annabeth dealing with her hair like only Annabeth would.

anonymous asked:

Can you explain what you meant when you said the dizzee and thor kiss (almost kiss I couldn't tell?) scene was packed with meaning? I'm an oblivious bitch and subtlety goes over my head I'm not good at picking out deeper meaning in things

ok ok so this is gonna be long (I’m sorry)

Also by scene, I meant the whole scene when they’re at the party. 

1) Dizzee’s character arc. From the moment dizzee enters the party, you can see that something important for Dizzee’s character is about to happen… It’s filmed/edited in a way that showcases that this is a first experience for him. And they’re telling us that this is abt him in relation to the LGBT community. They go from shots of dizzee looking mesmerized to shots of the club displaying various forms of LGBT expression. From the music, to the colours, to “vogueing”, etc. You can clearly see that everyone there is having a good time. You’re hearing cheers all over the place and you’re hearing Thor chuckle along with them. 

2) Safe space and Freedom. So I feel like this scene is running on two main themes: freedom and safe spaces. So, at some point Dizzee asks Thor “what is this place?” and his answer is “this is where free people run free. Just birds singing their bird voice. Doing bird things”. In this moment Dizzee is being told that he can be whoever he wants to be here. And what does he do? He gives Thor the record of “set me free”. I mean idk if I’m reading too much into it but it feels like there’s some symbolism in that action. He’s at a gay club for the first time with a boy he likes and he’s told that he’s in a place where “free people run free” and then he goes ahead and gives that boy he likes a copy of a record that he loves bc he’s stated before that the record “is gonna set so many ppl free” and tells him that it made him think of him. This means he’s been associating freedom with Thor or maybe who he’s allowed to be when he’s with Thor.

3) The whole scene is about lgbt expression. And Dizzee is clearly interested in knowing more about it. He keeps asking questions. And he keeps getting answers that reaffirm that everyone is allowed to be free in this space. I mean that part of the scene where he asks “are they boy or girls” and we get that focus on gender and its relation to being lgbt. And then he keeps asking questions abt everything, he keeps looking mesmerized by everything, and we keep getting explanations abt different aspects of lgbt expression from that era. Vogueing, for instance.

4) Now going back to this being an important moment for Dizzee. So, in the first half of the scene we see Dizzee discovering new things abt lgbt expression and in the second half of the scene we see why they were important for dizzee. It’s all flows so well tbh. As the audience you’re already intrigued by this whole scene. As an lgbt viewer, I’m already excited abt lgbt expression being treated like this and we’re all sensing where it’s going. So, then the girl kissed Dizzee and Thor said “my turn” and as soon as he said it the feel of the scene changed. It feels different bc the lighting changed and they immediately transitioned into playing “telepathy”. So, basically the first half of the scene was preparing him bc he kept being told that he could be who he was here. He kept being told that freedom is welcome in that space. He was being shown that being lgbt is okay. And, in the second half of the scene when Thor says “my turn”, Dizzee gets to have his moment and we (lgbt viewers) get to have one with him.

5) Telepathy. That moment again is laced with meaning and they did it by choosing “telepathy” as their song. That’s a recurring theme for them too. They’re “just two psychic boys” after all. And the way the scene is playing out with the lyrics playing loudly around them. You see different moments between them when the song is playing. I mean, at some point the lyrics go “boy you keep me safe from harm” and the shot goes to Dizzee looking completely mesmerized by everything to Thor smiling at him.

 And then we have the “it’s okay… Go on. Kiss him” which again is reassuring Dizzee that he’s safe there and that it’s okay for him to have those feelings for Thor. And to add more meaning to this moment… the song suddenly slows down and the lighting changes again. That’s meant to tell us (the audience) that something important is abt to happen so we better pay attention. It’s pulling focus towards Dizzee and Thor. Giving them the spotlight as soon as the song slows down. It makes it seem like they’re alone for a second. That the moment is changing bc not only is Dizzee discovering something abt himself, it’s also meant to show us the attraction between the two characters. So, then they “kiss” and there’s that beautiful shot of their silhouettes as they’re leaning on each other’s foreheads and there’s another transition with the music and lighting. As soon as “set me free” starts playing the feeling of the scene is lighter. Dizzee had his big moment. And now he gets to celebrate. It means a lot that as they’re pulling apart, the beat starts picking up and we see them looking at each other, smiling and dancing. It’s even better bc the song that closes that scene is “set me free”, a song about freedom. It’s like they went full circle with that theme.

So yeah… I just feel like there’s a lot that goes with everything that was done in that scene. It feels like they wanted to convey a message. And it was a good message. A message of freedom and acceptance for the lgbt community. 

Translation: Drittsekken (The Asshole) - 12.12

Isak: -if he sleeps, you let him sleep, right?

Eskild: Shouldn’t I wake him to ask how he’s doing?

Isak: No, why should you do that?

Eskild: No, I dunno, you were the one who told me to look after him.

Isak: Yeah, I asked you to check in on him because he’s depressed, not look after him like he’s a baby. Just let him sleep.

Eskild: Okay, now I think he just woke up. Talk later.

Vilde: Hi Isak!

Isak: Hi Vilde.

Vilde: Did you see the message I posted in Kosegruppa?

Isak: Er…oh, Kosegruppa..! No, I haven’t.

Vilde: Why do you laugh?

Isak: No, I..I’d almost forgotten that Kosegruppa existed.

Vilde: You’re still in, right? It’s now that the revue begins. You can’t just join the fun and not the work.

Isak: Of course I’m still in Kosegruppa, Vilde! What do you take me for?

Vilde: Yeah, ‘ceause all the groups have this Christmas get-together, and it went so well the last time we had the rave pregame at yours, so I was wondering if we could maybe do it at yours?

Isak: Yeah.

Vilde: Yes? Is it okay with your flatmates?

Isak: Yeah, surely.

Vilde: Okay, but then I’ll send out invites!

Isak: Do it!

(Vilde is :D and leaves, Isak goes over to Emma)

Isak: Hey

Emma: Hi..!

Isak: Look, there’s this asshole in sophomore year who’s hosting this Christmas get-together with Kosegruppa on Friday. So he’s wondering if you wanted to come, because he thinks it would be really nice.

Emma: I’ve changed to the PR group, so..

Isak: I see.

Emma: But give my regards to that asshole and tell him I’m happy he asked.

Isak: I’ll give your regards to the asshole. He’ll appreciate it.

Emma: Do that.

Isak: Yes.

Emma: Bye.

Isak: Bye.

Rough translation, might go in and edit/tweak later, but now I haffta runnnnnn to work BYE!

My kid, who is 3 years old, woke up from a nap one day and asked me where I put the train. 

“What train are you talking about?”

“The big one, it was over there”, she said and pointed to the wardrobe. 

It suddenly all clicked to me and I realized she had a dream about it. 

She said the train was like her other train but bigger. I told her, “darling, you were dreaming”.

“Yeah I know…But where’s the train?”

i’m so sorry for being late but HAPPY BIRTHDAY, froghotel!! i hope you had an awesome celebration and may all your bday wishes come true!!~ i think you’re super cool and your kawoshin art always make me smile so i just had to draw you these precious kids! ❣╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯❣

Prompto breaks the fourth wall
  • Sitting around the camp fire, bellies full of delicious food and a beer in their hands. Ignis has already turned in, and Gladio is off scouting the area for items and such.
  • Prompto: Hey, Noct.
  • Noctis: yeah?
  • Noctis answers before taking a sip of his beer.
  • Prompto: If you could be in any video game, which would it be?
  • Noctis blinks and turns at the blonde.
  • Prompto smiled
  • Prompto: I mean, I would probably like to be in some kind of RPG. Ya know? Something with... lots of action. I'd totally be a range character. Like... an archer or something. Ooh! Like Varic from Dragon Age!
  • Noctis' eyes grew wide as he looked around, seeming confused.
  • Noctis: Uh.....
  • Prompto: Dude, and like, you could be the leader or something. Like.. ooh! I know! You would be like... no wait! Gladio would totally be the tank. I mean, he runs head first into fights and takes all the hits for us. Ignis would TOTALLY be a mage. Reviving us and giving us all kinds of cool buffs to help us kick ass.
  • Noctis: ......uh.... hm.
  • Prompto downs the last of his beer.
  • Prompto: Man that would be so cool. We could go on all kinds of adventures and dude, you know I'd totally level up like a BEAST. I mean, you would probably be stronger than me since you'd be like... a mix between a range character and a tank. ..... and a mage. Jack of all trades really....
  • Noctis: Prompto, go to bed. You're drunk.
  • Prompto: No way! I only had one beer. I'm not drunk.
  • Noctis: Go to bed anyway. You're... freaking me out.
  • Prompto tilted his head
  • Prompto: Huh?? How!?
  • Noctis looked around again
  • Noctis: Just... I mean... I feel like we... ARE... in a video game sometimes. Don't you?
  • Prompto laughed
  • Prompto: oh man. YOU'RE the one that's drunk. Video games aren't real. Just games, man.
  • Haha, This is real life, duuuuh.
  • Noctis looked at his beer with eyes the size of saucers.
  • Noctis: Ah.... uh......... hm.
  • Maybe I have had too much.
  • Prompto: Haha, lightweight.
Nerd. [Part 1.]

A/N: Warning, this is supposed to be really cliche and crappy so. .  yeah, and Y/L/N means Your Last Name, and credit to whoever made this sexy gif.

Rated: PG

Summary: where Luke is a pretentious Jock, and you are a Nerd.

Word count:1267.

I shoved my new Notebooks in my bag, I was ready for my first day, even though my stomach still twisted sickeningly.

John ran out of his room, his wild brunette hair still tousled like he just woke up, he punched my shoulder as I  winced feeling my arm already starting to bruise, “See ya’ Bitch.” He singsonged like this Monday was beautiful and swung his sleek black backpack over his shoulder, his car keys in hand as he enjoyed his senior year joyfully.

It was my freshmen year, Lucky me.

I pulled my hair into a lazy ponytail, it was boring, to say the least, I was in what I would call my ‘Blending in’ clothing, so not many people approached me, not like anyone really wanted to.

“Y/N! I want to take your picture of your first day of high school, Oh I remember mine!” My mom squealed excitedly, I wanted to groan in annoyance, She was the pretty girl in high school who made friends with basically the whole school at my age, but now she was a single parent raising three children and spending most of her time doing Pinterest DIYs.

“Can it be quick I really need to get to school early,” I looked down at my phone seeing as it was 7:30 in the morning, even though school started at nine I wanted to interduce myself to all the teachers so I could possibly get a better seat, if there was a seating chart.

“Alright! Smile.” my mom pointed her camera at me as I stood in the middle of the living room, messenger bag on my hip that had the batman symbol on it.

I gave my mom a real big fake smile, she grinned back at me, every time someone took my picture I smiled like that, to make it seem like I was happy living another three years in this dreadful home, that never really had any joy.

“Alright, have a good day.” My mom waved her hand dismissing me, already posting the picture on facebook and Instagram, as she didn’t even look up at me anymore.

“Thanks.” I crumbled opening the screen door and walking the few blocks to school.


I entered the school, I feel the tight feeling wrapping itself around my neck, and it felt hard to breathe as I made my way towards my first classroom, luckily only a few teachers and nerds like me were here, My new teacher Miss Pennington was setting up her classroom still, unstacking chairs and making sure everything was clean.

“Miss Pennington?” I said, my voice coming out weaker than I expected.

Her head shot over to me, she was beautiful, to say the least, she was a little overweight but that didn’t matter, her blonde hair was in a proper bun and her eyebrows were styled sweetly as she had minimum makeup capturing her features.

“Yes? You are?” She held out her hand, finishing putting a chair in front of a desk, she had about 7 more desks.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” I smiled shaking her hand, trying to be polite.

“Oh well, you do know school starts in two hours right?” She said in confusion not knowing why one of her students was so early.

“I know.. It’s just that I was wondering If I could read in here, and see if I could get a good seat up close Ma'am, Or do you need any help?” I motioned to the seven unstacked chairs.

“Oh yes that would be very nice of you, and you can pick any seat you want.” My teacher grinned happily, for a History class this was really nice.

“Thank you so much! It’s just that I’m bad around lot’s of people.” I smiled embarrassingly, as I helped her unstack the chairs, putting my messenger bag filled with pencils and notebooks in one of the first desks closest to miss Pennington.

“Oh that’s fine, I know how you feel, I was the exact same way in high school, barely made any friends.” She giggled, I was still shocked she could speak without stuttering in front of the class.

“But..? you talk in front of people every day.” I flushed at the stupid question.

“I just got over it.” She shrugged a bright smile on her lips, we finished unstacking the chairs.

“Do you mind if I read quietly?” I asked, hoping she’d say yes.

“That’s fine Miss Y/L/N, by any chance to you happen to be related to Mister Y/L/N?” She asked, I swallowed the lump in my throat and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind my ear, and nodded.

“You both have very different personality’s.” the teacher nodded, looking towards her desk, the anxiety came back, a number of detention slips John had came home with, or bad grades, or maybe even his vulgar tongue?

“Here’s your textbook for this year, I really hope this year is going to be uneventful?” She gave me a pointed look as if warning me, thinks went from zero to ten real fast, anger boiled in my chest, my brother who I didn’t even particularly like just ruined a nice relationship with a teacher, nice.

I nodded quickly, and sat down in my chair closest to the window in the front row, pulling out another book I got from the library, I usually said “eenie meenie miney mo” and picked a book off the bookshelf as I closed my eyes so I refrained from judging a book by its cover.


“And he was like 'Whaaatt?’ can you believe it?” a guy loudly whispered to his friend three rows behind me, of course, it was just the first class of the year but did they really need to talk so loud?

“Mister Clifford and Mister Hemmings, do you want me to separate you two for the rest of the school year?” She glared at the two boys behind me,

“No..” Another voice muttered, and she went back to teaching.

They were in the back but I could still hear them 'Whispering’, have they ever heard of using their inside voices?

“Mister Clifford! Trade seats with..” Miss Pennington scanned the classroom, and then her eyes trained on me, fuck.

“With Miss Y/L/N.” I turned around 'Mister Clifford’ looked confused on whoever miss Y/L/N was, I stood scared, Clifford had to be a Senior, I was wondering why he was in a freshmen History class.

I dragged my messenger back towards the back keeping my head down until I saw the empty desk still scooched close to his friend’s chair.

I took a seat carefully as Miss Pennington began to continue on the basics, I could barely hear her, great.

I started to scooch the chair away from 'Hemmings.“ Not looking at him, but he grabbed onto my chair and quietly scooted it back towards where it originally was.

I looked up at him in surprise, he had blonde hair and blue eyes, his eyebrows shaped bushily but somehow perfectly, He leaned towards me as I looked away, "Don’t even try, I’m stuck with you the rest of year Nerd, I’m gonna need to copy your homework.” His voice demanding and dark, but yet arousing, I never thought I’d use those words but it was true.

“You can’t do that.” I stuttered out in a whisper using my hand to shield my mouth so Miss Pennington couldn’t see me whispering, suddenly 'Hemmings knew how to use his inside voice as he threatened me, making chills roll down on my spine.

“Watch me.”

{Part 2}

writing prompts #33
  • Our first kiss tasted like a desperation and cigarettes
  • The sign over the bar flashed his name, where it once read ‘open’
  • She woke in the middle of a empty living room with a bite mark on her finger. 
  • “Have you had breakfast yet?”
    “Coffee doesn’t count as proper breakfast.”
    “Then no.“
  • She loved to start fights. I swear she grew up at least one cracked rib all times
  • She worked, she slept, and she walked like a hollow ghost around the house until Michael came over at three and brought her food and caffeine
Got7 reaction to you falling asleep on another member’s arm

JB would be mad, but try not to let it show. He would judge you from a far, mumbling to himself how you were his girlfriend and not someone else’s.

“If you want to cuddle… you should just ask me Y/N, your boyfriend.”

I feel like Mark would either be totally cool with it or very jealous but not wanting to show it to anyone. He would walk over and poke your cheeks until you woke up and he would wrap your arms around him so you could still sleep, just on his arm instead.

“Yeah… that’s not happening.” *wakes you* “Sleep on my arm, jagiya.”

Jackson would be the biggest drama queen about it. He would immediately walk over and scold the other member as well as pick you up and put you down as far away from them as possible. When you would ask what is wrong he would make it very clear to you that you are HIS girlfriend and not anyone else’s.

“Y/N, you are MY girlfriend. You can not just sleep on whoever you want to. You are mine, so you should sleep on me.”

Since he is more calm and collected, I feel like he would be very cool about it and just let you sleep, but he would definitely be judging you hard. He would maybe give the other member a glare before continuing what he was doing.

*death glare to the other member*

Our sunshine would probably be okay with it or let you sleep either way. But if he was to wake you up, he would probably wake you gently and tell you he’d want you to sleep on his arm instead.

This gif doesn’t have any relevance, it’s just amazingly adorable.
“Jagiya, can you sleep on me? My arm is cold anyway.”

Bammy would annoy you until you woke up and then give you a kiss to show you that he wanted your attention. When you were awake, he would probably sit you back down, letting you rest your head on his lap while playing with your hair.

“Y/N … Y/N-ah … wake up … I want to play with youuuu—”

Gyomie would get really teasing about it to the point where you would avoid falling asleep on any other members altogether. He would pinch your cheeks and say you two look cute together. He would do it to play with you but also to hide his jealousy.

You: “What are you doing?”
“I ship it. You two look so cute together.” You: “Stop.” “So cute”

I don’t own any of the gifs unless stated otherwise.

svt version of shit i heard from college students

s.coups: yeah mom i love u too. o mom? im…out of money

jeonghan: the only reason why i woke up from my nap was cuz it was dinner time

joshua: yeah i dunno how the quizzes are gonna be like so im just gonna wing the first one

jun: i just caught my reflection in my computer. i look so bored lmao but my brows look nice

hoshi: i hav so many fun stories to tell but people are like gonna judge me but i still tell them anyways

wonwoo: ah…autumn, my favorite season of the year. the era of sweaterpaws begins

woozi: its only week 1 and im ready for break

the8: can’t we just karate chop this coconut in half tho.. it’ll be more effective than my butter knife

mingyu: i’m not goin- wait did u say free food

dk: ur lotion smells so gooooooood if u blindfolded me, i would have probably eaten it

seungkwan: omg i know that girl !! shoot lemme check my groupchat to see who she is *checks phone* catherine! uhh emma??! no…..cynthia????

vernon: i wanna experience a college party before i graduate but idk where they are. where are they hiding……why are they hiding from me

dino: mom stop calling me the problem child

jeremy: yeah :) i think :) lance and keith :) would be cool friends :) friends :) sure :) yeah :) friends :) haha :) f :) r :) i :) e:) n:) d :) s :) bros being :) space partner rangers :)
everyone: this is a podcast how the fuck are you doing that

Act Your Age

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 573

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: This is for @frenchybell​ ‘s 500 follower drabble celebration (it’s slightly longer than a drabble. Oops) My prompt is bolded and the gif I was given is used below. As always, feedback is much appreciated! If you want to be added to or removed from the tag list, let me know!

**gif not mine

Kisses on your neck from Dean woke you up. He was always doing little things like that, reminding you how much he loved you. When he was satisfied you were awake, he snuggled his face in your neck. His hot breath blew on your chest, warming you. The moment felt perfect–intimate, close…

“Hey guys, we should probably get going soon if we want to eat before talking to the police.” Sam was already up and ready to go, but you wanted to stay in bed with Dean for a little while longer.

Dean groaned loudly in your ear. “Sammy, you know just how to ruin a moment, don’t you?” Despite his unwillingness to move, he rolled out of bed.

You pulled the blankets over your head, wishing you could stay where you were all day, but unfortunately the world didn’t work that way. Monsters wouldn’t kill themselves.

With a sigh, you threw the bedspread toward the end of the bed, kicking the rest of it off your feet. You forced your feet to fall to the floor, each one landing with a thump, allowing yourself to sit up. Needing to brush your teeth, you stood and trudged toward the bathroom.

Despite seeing him walk up behind you in the mirror, you jumped when Dean tickled your sides. “Jeez, Dean, I’m trying to brush my teeth here!” Your mouth was full of toothpaste as you spoke, muffling your words.

“Scoot over.” He pushed you to the side, grabbing his toothbrush and hastily brushing his teeth. He filled the small cup next to the sink with water, gargling it. You only expected the sound to last a few seconds, but the noise kept going. You looked over at Dean, and a grin spread on his face as he gargled the water.

You’re acting like a three year old.” Dean’s grin faded and he spit out the water. He looked like a hurt puppy when he glanced back at you. “An adorable three year old, but still a three year old,” you amended.

Dean smirked, placed a quick kiss on your mouth, and left the bathroom, presumably to change into something appropriate for going to breakfast. You shook your head at him, laughing to yourself. It was guaranteed that he would make you laugh early in the morning when you’d rather be in bed with him instead of being a responsible hunter. No matter how big of a dork he was (and probably because of it) you loved that man more than he could know.

Always feeling better when you started the day with clean skin, you washed your face before joining Dean and Sam in the main part of the room. You threw on one of Dean’s flannels and a pair of athletic shorts–you didn’t need to put on your fed outfit for breakfast. Slipping your feet into some flip-flops, you were ready to go.

“Sam, you go out to the car, Y/N and I will meet you there,” Dean said.


“We’ll be out in like, ten seconds, alright? Get your mind out of the gutter.”

Giving Dean his best bitchface, Sam turned and walked out the door, leaving you standing there with your boyfriend. He suddenly stepped toward you and kissed you passionately, his lips covering yours, leaving you breathless when he broke away.

“Well,” you said, “I’m glad you’re not acting like a three year old anymore.”  

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Day 27: Magnus + Madzie

The sound woke him up. A quick shuffling of feet that brought to mind, wise but lonely eyes in a young face, thick textured hair and a little girl who hadn’t smiled as much since Alexander had brought her to his loft a couple of days prior.

With a flick of his fingers he was dressed and was soon on his way, following the sound like little breadcrumbs till they led him to the kitchen where he stopped for a long moment to watch Madzie as she splayed her hands out over the doll Alexander had gotten her when she’d first moved in.

The doll’s head was tilted to the side, the hands broken, and Madzie bit her lower lip, brows furrowed hard as she squinted and mumbled, fingers working with short sharp movement that ended with her releasing a little huff as she glared at her still broken doll.

The expression was so similar to one Alexander had worn when he was frustrated that something wasn’t going right for him that Magnus found himself smiling.

He must have given himself away at some point because Madzie whipped around, those dark eyes meeting his before she glanced down, a brief flash of misery on her face. She hunched her shoulders and took a step back, fingers absently reaching for her doll, then flexing as she pulled her fingers back into the pocket of her dress.

“I remember the first time I ever used my powers,” Magnus said, going for calm as he leaned back against the doorjamb, head thrown back, eyes gazing into the distance, half stuck in the memory and the other half paying attention to Madzie who now that Magnus wasn’t looking at her, was glancing shyly right back at him.

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Ok, so what if...

Marichat happens, and they start dating, but they still haven’t revealed themselves. So, like, usually Adrien is really careful at school about not saying or doing anything, but one day he slips up. Like Marinette said or did something adorable, and he kissed her on the nose or something. What does Mari do? She slaps him, of course, because “hey, I’ve got a boyfriend, so that wasn’t cool!” And at first Adrien is kind of hurt, but then he starts laughing, and Mari thinks he’s not taking her seriously. So she’s like “what you think I don’t have a boyfriend?” And he’s like “no I know you have a boyfriend, I just didn’t think you’d slap him for kissing you” (or something that sounds better) while wearing a familiar grin. And then it sinks in and Mari freaks, because “why didn’t you tell me before now????!!!!!!!!!”

(Sorry, I’m half asleep right now, so if it doesn’t make sense I’m sorry)