#i cannot stay awake for midnights im sorry

[indeliblescarspivotalmarks]

okay yall Ellie out I am TIRED fun show Tay slayed!!! I’ve had fun clowning with yall tonight, we continue awaiting the 1989 TV announcement

[pffbts]

Well, it's one of those midnight where I stay awake, blinding my eyes with some contents of the phone that content me, comfort me. And I happened to stumble across your works, no scratch that, they aren't mere works anymore. Im not here to disturb you or distract you. I'm well aware of the goodbye that you bid to us. But...I don't know, I feel so connected with your words? Connected with the way you wrote? I know I'm blabbering, but I don't know, something in me said that I should definitely write this for you. I'm just thankful for whatever you left here for us, im thankful that I found you, your blog. Something about your whole blog is delicate, comforting, welcoming. And I happened to need that to fill my heart with some sort of reassurance even though I have this accompanied bittersweet feeling. I'm just truly, truly, grateful for the miracles you wrote. I was honestly crying, it made me feel better. I don't know how to evince this huge reverence I suddenly got over you.

But I'm just, thankful. So,so, thankful.

(this is a long reply, i'm extremely sorry)

“I don’t know how to evince this huge reverence I suddenly got over you.”

at 8 in the morning when you wake up, after the glaring indian sun hits your face and you read such words woven together into such a string of emotions, to be fair, what did i even expect to feel other than bittersweet happiness and a bit flabbergasted?

i wish there were words more meaningful than the boring ‘thank you(s)' because truly, you’ve left me speechless. all i can say is that my imperfect heart receives your praises and thoughts with all the warmth in the world and i hope even the lil bit of that warmth traverses through all the time zones that divide us against our wishes and gives you strength to carry on with your life, @tannedami.

regardless of my absence, i still want my blog to be one of the many corners for a breath of relief for all of you. this was once my escape, i'm grateful that the place i escaped to, a home i built amidst all my griefs became a shade under which you all take a breather from the glaring sun that represents each and every one of your lives.

it was the sole reason i left my blog untouched. i deleted not a single one of my letters or fics. i kept them all, even the unfinished and imperfect ones. my only hope was that in my farewell in every sense, a piece of me will always stay on the internet to give you all solace. in a world that flows parallel to yours, mine and all of the others, i hope my words move close to your home just to feel the air that surrounds you. in that world, my words carry all your griefs and your shortcomings like wearing rings that have all of your's names engraved on the insides.

[ID: “Even without knowing each other’s stories, we create moments of love that bridge the gap.”]

thank you for making me remembered as someone whom you pass by once in a while when you’re walking back home and that will always be enough.

this ask of yours reminded me a lot of some of those memorable asks from the past in this blog. an anon once wanted to write down the 2-part dad!hobi fic i wrote once as requested by them (tbh i found it a bit silly but at the same time quite endearing), another once sent me a dm about how they have screenshotted a letter they requested once during my talk to bangtan requests and now or then they would go back and read it for comfort. i also remember someone a year or two ago said how i almost saved their life during a low moment of their life and i still cannot for the life of me comprehend all these affections that i once and still now get from readers like you who take strolls through my little humble blog. you all should know that as much as you guys tell me how much i comfort you, these words from you all give me the strength to push the stubborn boulders that stand in my wretched life's road and keep walking on. life will keep happening and i will fight on as much as i can. i might always still wish i didn’t stay to see the new morning of the next day, but i want to keep myself going till there’s nothing left of me.

and, you and everyone must do the same. you have to. after all, there must be a reason why we were born into this damned world, right? even in passing, we must live a little in the minds of humans around us (and if you are lucky enough to have a pet, your existence is a miracle to them. trust me.)

i don’t know much about the reverence you talk about, Ami, perhaps it’s simply your emotions that has been catalyzed by my works. but really, i don’t feel myself to be deserving of any of it (this is my self-conscious, self-loathing persona talking, don’t mind her). i wish you a healthy life above anything. happiness will come and go but life will keep going on in various different shapes. we simply have to fit in. so be well because you will need a lot of strength for that, Ami.

sending all my love.

―K

[scorchedmazes]

🎉 Best wishes for incoming newest year 🎉💓. Do you have any Thominewt Ot3 New Year Eve's headcanons 💓🎉 ? I adored all your Xmas hcs 💓. 🎉

HI IM SO SORRY I MISSED THIS SOMEHOW??? TYSM SAME FOR YOU! 🫶🏼🫶🏼 I LOVE THIS SM!!! 🎉🎉

-newt is in charge of “party planning” even though it’s just the three of them

-thomas wants to make a charcuterie board bc he thinks they’re pretty (he ends up ordering pizza instead)

-minho makes them wear those funky little sunglasses that have the year on the eye part- also party hats, ofc

-thomas almost doesn’t make it to midnight (half asleep on the couch at 10 pm)

-newt makes it to 11 pm before he starts nodding off

-minho forces them to stay awake with board and card games

-he ends up resorting to early champagne toasts bc newt and thomas CANNOT stay awake through their uno game

-they all fall asleep on their couch right after the clock strikes 12 am

[jangofctts]

IM HAVING MAX THOTS BUCKLE UP

okay so,, i’m,,,, thinking abt,,,, being a mechanic for the sunburst boys, you’re funny and kind, but real quiet. jaws is the first that manages to get a real full blown laugh out of you 3 months after you were first assigned them and it captures max’s attention IMMEDIATELY. he doesn’t know what it is about you but he literally cannot get you out of his head. there’s something about you that makes him want to come down to the hangar and sit beside you while you fix the most recent ship kami crashed and just watch. it becomes a routine, after missions max would seek you out at night and sit with you in a comfortable silence while you put the ship back together. he knows you can’t sleep, about your nightmares, he’s heard you gasp awake in the middle of the night before going off to find something broken to keep your hands and mind occupied one too many times for you to convince him that you’re fine. but he doesn’t ask questions, and you’re okay with that.

once after a really rough mission yheres so much adrenaline coursing through you that you feel like you’re buzzing out of your skin. you have training but you don’t normally see combat - that’s not your job - but this mission had forced you to defend yourself and an injured blue laying behind you, able to hold off the droids long enough for max and blanche to get to you. your knuckles are bruised, your lip is split, and there’s a bacta-covered cut down your cheek. when max finds you later that night after getting back to base, he’s surprised to find that you’re not in the ship tinkering and messing with wires like normal. instead you’re in front of the lowered ramp, pacing back and forth, brows furrowed, body rigid and tense. max approaches you slowly, hesitantly calling out your as he approached you. you barely even look at him as you continue your pacing, too deep inside your head to bother with politeness. eventually he barks out your name, “y/n! stop. moving.” immediately your back straightens and you stop where you are, a soft “yes sir, i’m sorry sir” slipping from your lips as you wait for him to continue. all of the sudden he’s standing in front of you, and before you can think it through you grab the collar of his t-shirt and yank him down to meet your mouth. he lets out a startled noise but presses into you, curling a hand around your jaw. when your brain catches up to you, you shove him away, squeaking out an apology as you stare at the floor. “look at me,” he orders. max’s voice is rough and leaves no room for argument, but the embarrassment won’t let you look away from the duracreat. he tilts your face up towards him with a knuckle under your chin and when he forces your eyes to meet his you see the spark of realization in them, his voice dropping low and a smirk tugging at his lips and he cups your jaw and says “is that all you needed? someone to give you orders and get you out of your head?” your lips part in shock but you can’t ignore the heat settling in your gut. max’s face hardens when you stay silent. “i asked you a question, little one, do you need me to give you orders and keep you grounded?” and all you can do is nod frantically and whine out a breathless “yes sir”.

before long he’s got you in his quarters and on your knees at his feet. max is stroking your hair gently, cooing sweet nothings at you while you swallow his cock down your throat. you’re looking up at him as your lips stretch around his thick cock, and he groans, pushing your hair out of your eyes “oh angel, look at you, such a pretty girl, such a pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.” your eyes are wide and innocent, but max knows the truth. max is the one that got to hear you beg for his cock on your knees. he’s the one that gets to feel your hot, wet mouth around his cock. he’s the one that gets to boss you around and tell you what to do. he’s the one that gets to feel you cry and cum on his cock. he’s the one that gets you to stop being so shy and tell him exactly when you want him to do to you. he’s the one that gets to touch you, tire you out, and kiss you awake the next morning. max is the one that keeps you grounded. (fun fact i started writing this ask at work at ~7:00pm and now it is nearly midnight please help i have adhd and don’t know how to finish tasks) -⚡️

i am ABSOLUTELY YELLING ABOUT THIS IM DDGKDND LIKE WOW I

THIS IS SO INCREDIBLY PERFECT JFC

[e-milieeee]

haunted

Summary: When Gabriel goes a step too far, Plagg has decided he’s had enough. 

Meanwhile, Gabriel Agreste has discovered that his house may or may not be haunted, because a vengeful spirit certainly seems to be after him. 

Notes: basically plagg being a little gremlin and trolling gabriel like he deserves. ft. gabe’s 3 remaining braincells. based on this post by @hamsternamedmarinette and @snail-noir im sorry its so crappy lol 

haunted

“Well,” Adrien is saying as he trudges inside the room and kicks the door shut. “There’s that, then.”

Plagg flits out from his shirt. His face is set in an angry mask, tail sticking straight up. “That’s that?” he echoes. “No, that’s absurd! Your father’s absurd! He should come back here and I’ll give him a piece of my mind and—”

Adrien squeezes his eyes shut. “Plagg, it’s fine. Forget it.”

Plagg makes an angry noise in the back of his throat. “So you’re just gonna take that? For weeks? He has no right.”

In his hand is the piece of paper—now crumpled—that his father had shoved into his fingers before he stormed off: the schedule for the fashion show. It runs for a week, but there’s also a terrifying amount of preparations to be done two weeks prior—all of which his father had decided he needed to be present for.

“I can’t risk making father angry,” Adrien settles with.

Plagg folds his arms. “Fine,” his kwami says curtly, in a manner of speaking that Adrien always finds hard to argue with. “Hypothetically speaking, then, if your father found out his plans had been cata—destroyed, would you be allowed to go out?”

“Plagg, I’m not going to break into my father’s study as Chat Noir to cataclysm his work just so I can go out with friends.”

Plagg smiles at him. It’s the smile Adrien had often gotten before he’d discovered the toilet paper in his washroom all scratched up and littering the floor. “Don’t worry,” comes the reply. “You won’t have to.”

***

Gabriel Agreste’s study is locked, but that doesn’t prove a problem for the small black shape that slips through the doors like they’re made of nothing more than mist. It’s dark, but cats have always seen better at night anyway.

There, on the top of his desk, lies the designs for the first set of clothes that are to be showcased. Meticulous notes. Fabric samples. Timing and schedules. Signatures and contracts.

The small, black cat picks the folder up with two paws. Then it crumbles into dust.

***

“Nathalie, did you touch the folder on my desk?”

It’s been a long morning—Gabriel had been up at 4 AM in an attempt to see if he could get an edge on Ladybug and Chat Noir. It had been horrendous to find someone to akumatize so early, and by the time he’d pinpointed his victim—forty five minutes later—he had nearly fallen asleep. He’d been pummelled by Ladybug and Chat Noir. Absolutely pummelled. And then, as if the situation couldn't help but get worse, Audrey Bourgeois had called him at six (just when he was about to go back to bed) and told him she couldn’t make it to the fashion show.

That woman had no regard for timezones. And no regard for him, either, because part of the marketing for the fashion week was Audrey’s attendance.

Gabriel was considering akumatizing himself when he realized the manila folder on his desk—that had been there when he left the night prior—was nowhere to be seen.

He searches through all his files. Crawls under his desk. Checks his lair. It's gone.

“Nathalie!” he bellows again, and she comes barrelling through the door to his office.

“What is it, sir?”

Gabriel takes a deep breath. “Have you seen the files for the fashion show? It was in the folder on my desk when I left.”

“Sir, I haven’t been in your office since last night, and I’m certain I saw your files there. Are you sure you haven’t misplaced it?”

Misplaced it, yeah. That’s what it was. Probably.

Now, what he needed was a nap.

***

The files do not turn up. Gabriel sends Nathalie to print them out again. The most important stuff is stored on his computer, but there are signatures he’d spent weeks getting.

He locks the files in his drawer the next time he gets it.

***

Tuesday morning finds Gabriel Agreste feeling much more refreshed. He even joins Adrien for three minutes during breakfast.

He walks into his office to find his favourite coffee mug in smithereens on the ground.

The files are still stored safely in his drawer. But there is a big, ugly tear across the dress he’d been working on for the past three months.

Gabriel screams.

***

Gabriel Agreste isn’t a fan of security cameras in his office. Especially because anyone with some hacking ability could possibly get their hands on the tape, and the last thing he needs is someone seeing him descending into his lair, or opening the safe behind his painting. Really—there’s simply too many sketchy things he’s done in the office for him to trust putting a camera there.

But he installs two of them nonetheless. His coffee mug could be an accident. But that rip on the dress? No, the only explanation is that it was intentional. But how?

Gabriel thinks of possibilities until he gives himself a headache.

***

“Father seems stressed lately,” Adrien notes to Plagg. There’s not much time for himself between busy schedules, but the moments in between he catches to talk to his kwami. The past week, stuck alone in his room with barely any interaction with his friends, has been draining. He cherishes the precious minutes he gets to spend with Plagg.

“Does he?” Plagg asks in a tone of practiced disinterest. “Well, he does have that really important fashion week thing coming up.”

“He asked me if I’d broken into his study a day ago, but he always locks his study. I think some of his files were missing.”

“Oh?” Plagg replies. “That’s terrible misfortune.”

“Father says he thinks a thief snuck in in the middle of the night and stole them, but we have security cameras all around the house and nothing happened.”

“Spooky.”

“Plagg…”

Plagg only shrugs. “Perhaps your house is haunted,” he replies disinterestedly. “Good thing you’re not scared of ghosts, Adrien.”

***

The house is haunted, and Gabriel cannot sleep.

The most terrifying part of watching the footage is that he sees nothing. There is no movement. No nothing. But then, the next morning, his files inside the locked drawer have disappeared.

Nathalie asks him about the dark rings around his eyes. He drinks two more cups of coffees in response.

***

Gabriel’s eyes are burning, but he’s determined to stay awake.

He likes to think himself neat and meticulous, but even he has his breaking point—his desk is littered with coffee cups, and he’s resorted to drinking energy drinks to keep himself awake. There’s less than ten days until the fashion show starts. It’s been so heavy on his schedule that he’s barely found time to akumatize three three people the past week.

Ladybug and Chat Noir must be having a field day while he’s sitting miserably in his office, waiting to catch the thief, too exhausted to summon up more akumas.

The clock ticks past midnight. Gabriel nearly faceplants into a coffee mug.

Another cup of redbull.

By the time it’s two in the morning, nothing shocking in particular has happened. Every time the flashing light of a car drives past the front of the house he starts, sits back down, and struggles to keep his eyes open.

It’s 2:04 when a crash sounds outside of his office.

Like a madman, Gabriel scrambles up from his seat. He knocks over a half-finished mug of coffee in the process, but that doesn’t matter. The door of his office slams open. He trips on a rug. But he gets up and runs like he’s never run before.

With all the force he can muster, he slams his palm down on the light, and the once-dark staircase and hall become bathed in golden light. The chandelier flickers twice and he stares down at the hall with half the mind to wonder if he’s going to finally see the ghost.

Gabriel is the only one in the hall.

He checks once more. Then again. Then again. But there is no one there, no source of the crash—

Oh, no.

The painting he’d bid at an auction twelve years ago—one that had cost a fortune—has fallen off the wall and face planted into the floor. The sight of it physically hurts Gabriel, and he’s scrambling towards it in a mixture of fear and anger when another noise sounds in his office.

In the months of being Hawkmoth, Gabriel Agreste has felt a generous range of emotions. But never has he felt such bone-chilling fear.

He heads back up the steps with robotic movements numbly. Down the corridor. Into his office.

There is no one there, and the mess that has been made is moreso his fault than of the invisible thief—or ghost—but then Gabriel sees one of his locked drawers open and the contents inside dumped unceremoniously on the ground.

The next day, when Nathalie finds him out cold on the ground, he attributes it to the exhaustion and the amount of coffee and energy drinks he’d consumed. But deep down, Gabriel knows that it’s the terror that’s finally caught up.

Either way, he faints.

***

Gabriel is confined to bed by a very concerned Nathalie. She usually heeds to his instructions, but the rare insistence from her and his own fatigue lands him out of commission for the day. It doesn’t stop him, however, from giving her a set of instructions.

“First, my office,” Gabriel croaks. His throat hurts—he must’ve caught a cold as well. “Please clean everything up and reinstall the locks. And then… and then…”

He thinks of the missing files—three times—and grits his teeth. “Cancel the fashion week.”

Nathalie’s jaw drops open. “Sir—”

“I know,” Gabriel mutters. “I just… I’m left with no choice. I’ll reschedule. Make up some excuse.”

She dips her head. “Noted, sir. Is that all?”

Gabriel gives her a miserable nod. She’s halfway out the door when he remembers.

“Nathalie!” he yells. “Get me a shaman, too.”

***

“The fashion week is cancelled.” Adrien looks up from practicing piano. “Father is sick, I think, which might be why. Nathalie looked super stressed when I saw her before my lessons.”

“Cancelled?” Plagg echoes dispassionately. “Huh. That’s too bad, I guess.”

“No, that’s good! I mean, it’s not good that my father is sick and Nathalie is stressed, but… at least I won’t be hounded about preparations. I even got permission to go out today.”

“Huh,” Plagg replies. He settles himself into his wheel of cheese. “I guess you’re lucky after all, then.”

Notes: yeah idk what i wrote but master fu is the shaman they hire and he finds out gabriel is hawkmoth and arrests him and the end if u wanna know what happens next 

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[jeonjagia]

To Save a Life- Chapter 3

You:

I wake up slowly, the affects of the drug wearing off leaving me groggy. Feeling cold metal, I come to the realization that my hands and feet are tied to a chair. Pain pulses in my leg, and I look down to see a four inch cut in it. Where am I? I think to myself. Kidnapped stupid, I reply to myself. Blinking a couple of times, I notice a bright light being shown at me. Hearing footsteps I look around to see who they come from and where. They eco, so that means it's a big place. "So, you're Luna," a voice says in the background. "Do you know about the shadows?" it asks. "N-No," I reply. "Of course you wouldn't." I'm scared. What is going to happen to me? "Have you heard of midnight?" it asks again. I shake my head in response. I hear a sigh. "You have never heard of them?"He asks again. I still shake my head. "Ok, have you heard or met a Min Yoongi or a Suga as he likes to be called?" I freeze. Why are they so interested in Yoongi? The man notices my hesitation and asks, "so you have." A dark figure steps in front of me. "I'll take your silence as a yes." He responds. "Can I please just go? I am of no use to you." "No, I think you are hiding something." He says pacing around me. "So, Luna, have you ever been given a truth serum?" he asks. I shake my head. "Well, it can be very painful, if you don't give the right information." I jerk suddenly feeling a needle injected in my side. Wildly looking around I search for the person. "Shh, shh, calm down, it won't be that bad." He coos. I pant heavily, the drug taking hold. I can feel the pain starting. "So, when I ask you a question and you don't answer correctly, or if you don't answer, the pain will increase." I look up at him, "that's sick," I say trying to hold back the pain as it begins. "So, Luna, how do you know Yoongi?" I don't answer, waiting until the pain is too much to bear. "Uggg...mmm," I struggle, "I'm...married...to him." I gasp "Hmm," he responds still pacing. I pant from the pain as it subsides. "What does Yoongi do for a job?" I freeze. Even I didn't know that. This is unfair. "I-I don't know," I spurt out. "Now, now, we know lying doesn't suit you." He tsks. Now I feel the pain begin to start. "But, but that's the truth!" I say grunting. I cannot handle it anymore and am visibly grimacing. Then, I start screaming. "I can't!" I scream at him. "Stop, please stop!" "I can't, you can." he says calmly. "I told you the truth," I whimper wreathing in my chair. "Please make it stop!"

Suga:

Im on her trail, half because I have a hint where she is, and where they are taking her. Sprinting up the steps, I freeze suddenly hearing a blood curling scream. No...they aren't. Rage comes back to me pushing me to move forward. Searching frantically through each room I keep thinking to myself: "Where is she?!" I freeze when I find her. She's sitting, tied to a chair as a bright light shines onto her frame. Her head is thrown back as sweat pools in her collar bone dips. Blood spots the floor from a slash on her thigh. 'Calm down Yoongi" I think to myself. Staying in the shadows, I don't want to let them know I am here. I watch her as she pants hard, trying to stay awake. "It will all end if you tell me," a voice echoes in the empty room. I watch the man as he walks around her and whispers into her ear. She's too weak to shy away. Quietly I take out one of my knives and throw it knowing exactly where it will land: on the ground: a distraction throw. By the time he looks in my direction I have already moved. He stupidly moves to where the knife was thrown. Rolling my eyes, I hit him hard on the back of the head and he crumples. Hearing no more footsteps, I walk over to my Jagia. I pick up my thrown knife to cut her bonds. Angry red marks streak her skin where the rope was tied. 'I need to get her out of here,' I think to myself. She can't walk because of the cut on her thigh. Lifting her up, I exit the horrible building and head home; hoping no one will see me carrying an injured unconscious woman. I struggle opening the door, but I get it soon enough. I take her to the bathroom and lay her in the tub. I then gather towels and extra comfy clothes. I turn on the shower and position it so that it doesn't flow into her face. I then carefully slide her pants off, soaking a washcloth in warm water, I wash her wound. 'She's too weak to wake up,' I think to myself as I watch her sleep. Turning off the shower, I undress her so she is just in her under clothes. Then I take off my soaked shirt that sticks to my skin and throw it in the laundry. Crouching next to her on the ground I wait for her to wake up. She soon stirs and rolls her head around. Her eyes slowly open and she stares at her surroundings for awhile. Her gaze soon meets mine. "Yo-Yoongi?" she croaks, voice cracking from her screaming. "I'm here Jagia," I say softly as I stroke her face. "Yoongi, wha- what-," she pauses as she looks down and sees how she's dressed. She slowly looks back up at me. I smile, "yes, I did that," I say as I chuckle. She smiles, blush coming to her face. "You're cute," I state. She smiles as me shyly. "Stop," she insists as she moves to get up. "hmm-mmm, nope," I say pushing her gently back down. "You are too weak to walk," "But-," she protests. "You are too weak Jagia," I state firmly. She closes her mouth in defeat. I wash the rest of her gently and help her out of the shower. I dry and dress her in one of my shirts and baggy sweat pants then carry her to the couch. "Suga, wha-," I shush her, placing a finger on her lips. "No,no. I take care of you now," I say walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge. I find her breakfast from this morning and heat it up on a plate. Gathering her favorite drink, milk, into a large glass, I prepare a tray and place them on my lap for her to use. "What do you want to watch?" I ask pulling the control from its hiding place between the cushions. "Um," she trails off, thinking. I watch her as she picks at the hem of the blanket. "What about the one that we watched last week?" she asks as she looks at me, eyes hopeful. "Again?" she looks up at me, eyes full of pain. "Okay," I say quietly flipping through Netflix to find it. Pressing play, I snuggle up with her, moving the tray out of the way. Midway through the movie I ask, "Do you need anything else?" With no answer, I look down at her and see she has fallen asleep. My sweet Jagia, I think to myself before falling asleep with her.

You: I wake up slowly, leg still throbbing as it brings back memories of what happened last night. Looking down I see the tray is gone and Yoongi is gone as well. Throwing the blanket aside I swing my legs off the couch and try to stand up. I wobble for a few seconds trying to balance, and then try to take my first step. Searing pain explodes in my leg causing me to crash to the ground, palms slamming into the carpet. Biting my lip I try not to cry out in pain. "Jagia?" you hear Suga's voice call from the hallway. Once he sees you crumpled on the floor he rushes over to you and crouches down. "Jagia?" he asks placing a hand on your shoulder. I look at him, eyes beginning to tear up. "I'm-I'm sorry Yoongi. I know I shouldn't have tried to walk. I- I just-," then the tears burst forth and you sob into Suga, clutching onto his shirt.

Suga: I hold her as she sobs into my shirt, fingers clutching fistfuls of fabric. I know how she's feeling because I felt it once, but I am strong now. Once she has calmed down, she is reduced to trembling slightly in my arms accompanied by sniffling every now and then. "You okay now?" I ask softly. She nods in reply. "We have spent enough time here," I say lifting her up in my arms. "We're going to visit a friend." I state. "Who?" she asks quizzically. "The only one I trust," I mutter walking to the front door of the apartment. Then I remember the message smeared on the wall in her blood. I silently curse myself for not removing it before, but I was too preoccupied. "Y-Yoongi?" she says clinging to me. She still had not seen it. Ignoring her, I gather the keys to the apartment and wallet. I lock the door behind me with her help and head for the ground floor. Exiting the building, I head for the car and unlock it, setting my Jagi in the passenger's seat. Then I get into the driver's seat and start the car. I pull out of the parking spot and head to my destination. "Yoongi, where are we going?" she asks looking out of the window at the passing buildings in the lamp light. "To a friends," I say bluntly. The rest of the drive is silent. As we pull up to the house, I see my Jagi is asleep. 'Good, she needs it,' I think to myself as I turn the car off. Quietly, I get out and knock on the door. I wait until I hear footsteps coming from inside. The door opens and I look steadily at the newcomer. "What do you want Suga?" he asks looking down at me. "I need your help," "How do I know if you will kill me?" he asks squinting at me. "If I need you then why would I kill you?" I monotone looking him in the eye. "Cause I know you," he replies glaring at me. Sighing I blurt out, "The Shadows are hunting Luna. Why you may ask, I don't know. She was kidnapped and sliced. I need to keep her safe. Will you help me?" I say staring at him. He takes a second to think about it the slightly nods. Sighing in relief, I nod back then turn to head back to the car to retrieve Luna.

Luna: I wake up when I feel myself being moved, arms sliding under my back and legs. Opening my eyes I see Suga lifting me up and then he heads toward a house. "Yoongi, where are we?" I ask looking at the house. "My......Friends," he answers hesitantly. Knowing that will be all he will say, I lean my head back onto his shoulder and fall asleep once again.

Coming awake from my sleepiness, I notice I am in an unfamiliar room. Then I remember the events of last night...night? What time is it? Feeling my phone next to me, I turn it on only to be accosted by the bright light. Cursing under my breath, I turn the brightness down and see the time. 3:45 AM. Sighing, I toss the blankets aside and stand up from the comfortable bed. Balancing slightly, I walk to the door and quietly open it. Hearing voices in the kitchen, I decide to find out what secrets Yoongi is hiding and stay close to the wall to listen as I get closer. "Suga you can't keep her here if the shadows are looking for her. Sooner or later they are going to find her and will come to kill her. If they see that I had a part in it they'll kill me as well!" "I know, I know Jin," I hear Yoongi's stressed voice sigh. "I just need enough time to find a safe place," "What do you mean?" Jin questions. "I mean I have to tell her what I do sometime or later. Tonight's events are not just going to be forgotten." Suga says tersely. "Ok, but why her," Jin asks. "Isn't it obvious? She's my wife?" Suga points out. "What do you think she'll do when she finds out?" Jin asks quietly. "I don't know," is Suga's reply. "I better go check up on her, be right back." I hear a chair scraping the floor and realize Suga might find me listening. Backing up I make it look like I was walking up when Suga rounds the corner. "There you are Yoongi," I say faking relief as you look around the house. "Where are we?" I ask. I watch him as his eyes narrow for a second then he straightens asking, "How do you feel?" "Better than before, but I am hungry," I admit. He nods and places a hand on my back leading me to the kitchen. Turning the corner I see a tall man dark brown hair in somewhat swooping to the side bowl cut. He has kind brown eyes and a beautiful smile. "Luna, this is Jin, Jin this is my wife Luna," Suga says gesturing to Jin then to me. He then points to a chair and I take a seat. Jin follows. Suga then turns and prepares a plate of eggs, bacon, toast and some fruit for breakfast.....at 4:00AM in the morning...again.

Suga:

I stare down at her as I wonder how much she has heard. I know she was instinctively lying to me when she said she was "just walking up". I should have been more careful with what I said. She isn't ready to know yet. "Jagia, I know you don't want to talk about it, but what happened when they kidnapped you?" I ask casually. She freezes, fork almost to her mouth as she thinks for a second. "Um, the man was interested in you Yoongi," she says frowning at her eggs. "And what did you tell him?" I ask more forceful. "I-I told him that I was married to you," she says slowly eating the bite of eggs as she looks up at me. Why would he be interested in me? I ponder. I pace around the kitchen, before deciding to think elsewhere: heading for the living room. Suddenly as I turn the corner, a black clad figure jumps in front of me. I duck as it throws a knife with a sweep of his arm. "Jin get her out of here!" I yell as I throw a punch to the figure, knocking him out. A scream and glass shattering catch my attention, looking around I see no more intruders. I head back to the kitchen hurriedly only to see a figure holding Luna in a head lock, knife to her throat. Jin is unconscious on the floor. "Let her go," I growl at the figure, fists clenching. "No, not until we have found out everything," the figure responds. "She's married to me and she doesn't know anything!"I yell at him. "Are you sure?" he asks pulling the knife closer to her throat. She flinches. "Let...her...go," I growl through clenched teeth. "Hm, depends on what I get in return," "What do you want," I ask slowly. "Information," he replies. "On what?" I scoff. "Dragon Lair," he says. My eyes widen. "No, I don't know of anything to do with that place." I reply jaw clenching. "Why do you need information on that place?" I ask. "I need it because-," he cuts off as a knife hits his back and the falls out of the shattered window. A figure lands in his place and grabs Luna. He then pulls her out of the window and out of sight. "No!!" I scream as I rush to the window, but they are already gone.

[myherodiehardfan]

promts (i STOLE FROM ALL OVER THE PLACE)

- prompt list -

Prompt List #1 ♛ Imagines

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”

“Stay with me”

“Walk out that door and we’re through”

“Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”

“I can’t breathe”

“I hate how much I love you”

“Why are you so jealous?”

“Where do you think you’re going”

“Just leave me alone”

“I need some time”

“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”

“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

“Just talk to me”

“Bite me”

“If you insist”

“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”

“I think you’re just afraid to be happy”

“Why are you so nice to me”

“Choose me”

“We’ll get through this, I promise”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

“You’re mine. I don’t share”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“If we get caught I’m blaming you”

“Make me”

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”

“I think I forgot how to breath”

“Stop biting that fucking lip!”

“You’re blushing”

“I missed something didn’t I?”

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

“Well this is awkward”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You look like you need a hug”

“I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”

“Please come home, I miss you”

“You’re so fucking adorable”

“How can you still look so attractive while crying.”

“I’m pregnant”

“You’re lucky you’re cute”

“Cuddle me.”

“Sometimes I really don’t like you”

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed”

“Im too sober for this”

“Oh god, I need a drink”

Bad boy writing prompts (warning: mild sexual themes)

“He was sneak out the window past curfew kind of trouble, he was a motorbike ride cross-country kind of trouble, he was the kind of boy your daddy hated. But he was the only man that made you feel alive.” (Oh, Dabi, my dear, I’m looking at you.)

“‘A gentleman would offer me his seat’”    ‘Gentlemen are boring. But you’re free to sit on my lap.’ You narrowed your eyes. He slanted his head innocently, ‘Over my knees then’    ‘Charming, aren’t you’    ‘Only for you, baby’”

“You gawked. Did he seriously just offer ten million yen for your portrait? ‘You want me on your wall?’   ‘Actually, I want you in my bed but you seem to averse sex, so how about it?’”

“I love you more than I hate the rest of the world.”(Hm. A lot of the villains, but especially Shiggy and Overhaul.)

“I seem to have a nasty habit of driving people away.” (A lonesome MC/Reader or my darling Shinso, technically not a bad boy but can be applied hehe)

“Her body was his. His to ravish, to possess, to savor. But he was a selfish man and having just her skin wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more, always more. He desired her heart, her soul, her beautiful mind. Everything. He wanted her. And she will be his.” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (This is as far I will go)

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS

SHORT

“Marry me.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“You are not going without me.”

“I can’t believe you!”

“I swear it won’t happen again.”

“What did you say?”

“I’m not jealous.”

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“Are you sure this is legal?”

“Isn’t this amazing?”

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Stay the night. Please.”

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

“Run away with me.”

“You did WHAT?”

“Quit whining.”

“Get outta my sight!”

“Why are you so annoying?”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Never in a million years.”

“Don’t ask me that…”

“I might have had a few shots.”

“What’s with the box?”

“W- What are you doing?”

“Say it!”

“I could kiss you right now!”

“Are you done with that?”

“What’s going on here?”

“Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”

“It’s your fault we’re in this mess.”

“Did you do this on purpose?!”

“Kiss me.”

“Are you still awake..?”

“Excuse you?”

“This is all your fault!”

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

“Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!”

“I shouldn’t be in love with you!”

“It’s not fair!”

“I could kill you right now!”

“Knock it off!”

“Screw you!”

“You’re a complete moron!”

“I love this song!”

“I can’t be in love with you!”

“Make me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I hate you.”

“You are infuriating!”

“Just shut up already.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Bite me.”

“Eat me.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Just admit I’m right.”

“Just admit you’re wrong.”

“You are being ridiculous!”

“That’s irrational.”

“Listen to me!”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Don’t yell at me.”

“That’s it. End of discussion.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You shouldn’t have said that.”

“Fuck you!”

“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”

“How dare you?”

“I dare you!”

“It’s you, it’s always been you.”

“Well this is awkward…”

“Just pretend to be my date”.  

MISCELLANEOUS

“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

“The planet is fine. The people are fucked.”

“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”

“You know what I like most about people? Pets.”

“Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?”

“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”

“I don’t hate you.. I just don’t like that you exist.”

“Love is the jelly to sunshine’s peanut butter. And if I tell you that I’m in sandwich with you, I’m not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag.”

“Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.”

“Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?”

“Can I touch your boob?”

“It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.”

“You shouldn’t be trusted with small children, should you?”

“Give me cake or give me death.”

“On a scale from, ’I can sometimes make important phone calls without crying’ to ’I have a stable job with a steady income, a spouse who loves me, a dog, and two kids who are screwed up minimally at worst’, how much of an adult are you?”

“You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

“Despite the cliche, it’s not me, it’s you.”

“Obviously you can’t tell a woman you just met that you love her, but it sucks that you can’t.”

“No, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.”

“When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!”

“If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?”

“I think I’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.”

“What have I told you about the toilet seat?”

“I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside.”

“I vote today to be a pajama day.”

“You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

“I don’t leave messages. If I wanted to talk to a machine, I’d talk to my VCR.”

“I can be flexible. As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, I’m totally flexible.”

“You know we’re suppose to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do.”

“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

“I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.”

“What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me.”

“I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!”

“This would not happen if I had a penis!”

“That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”

“All nighter, you and me. First one to fall sleep buys the other dinner.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”

“I’m ok, thank you. Just please, stop talking to me.”

“To the night you’ll never remember!”

“Excuse me, did the 12:15 bus come by already?”

“Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.”

“Are you meeting someone here? Because.. I think I’m that person.”

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his/her cake hole.”

“I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.”

“You better take care of that car or I swear I’ll haunt your ass!”

“This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.“

“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

“I could do that, but could doesn’t mean would.”

“You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.”

“You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?”

“I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

“Do you need me to kill someone for you?”

“Look out where you’re going, asshole!”

“Fuck the sandwich guy!”

“I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.”

“The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?”

“Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.”

“I’m weird, you’re weird, we could have weird little babies and live weirdly ever after if it wasn’t for the fact I find you repulsive.”

“There is nothing wrong with planning a wedding with a video game character.”

“I’m gonna lay down and die for like half hour okay?”  

“There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendships.”

“It’s midnight, what do you want?”

“I think I know how to use a bed.”

“If I wake up in the morning and I’m dead… Wait.”

“You are completely unfit to handle a child.”

“We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL.”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“When in doubt curl into the fetal position and give up on life.”

“It’s not a double date, we’re just third and forth wheeling.”

PREGNANCY

“I have something to tell you…”

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“I’m pregnant!”

“When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?”

“You’re smart and successful with an adorable belly.”

“$50 bucks says it’s a girl/boy.”

“Pregnancy suits you…”

“Hello little one. We can’t wait to meet you…”

“I’ll just be in the bathroom throwing my fucking guts up because our unborn kid wants to be a dick!”

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet…”

“Shh… He/she’s sleeping..”

“I have a special surprise for you. Close your eyes and follow me.”

“No, no, no, no, no, we aren’t ready… We aren’t ready for kids yet!”

“Oh, gosh, I felt it! I felt a kick!”

FLUFF

“Your hair is so soft…”

“You’re so cute when you pout like that!”

“Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“What, does that feel good?”

“HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“You are ridiculously comfortable…”

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“We should get a puppy!”

STARGAZING

“Aren’t they beautiful?”

“These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”

“Shooting star, make a wish.”

“It’s actually a comet, but I’ll still make one.”

“Imagine if it could always be this way, even in the city.”

“Never thought something so beautiful could exist in nature…”

“Wouldn’t it be cool to name a star after yourself?”

“Y'know, your roof may not be the safest place for us to stargaze.”

“This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere?”

“Is that a– Wait, no, just an airplane.”

“I wouldn’t mind falling asleep out here.

FLIRTY/SUGGESTIVE/SEXUAL

“Did you just… finish?”

“They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”

“I’m not actually feeling anything.”

“Are you getting any closer?”

“Why do they make this look so easy in all those porn movies?! This hurts like fuck!”

“Did something just happen? You’re not turned on anymore.”

“Shit sorry, am I going too fast?”

“Wow, you’re hot.”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Hey, I’m open minded.”

“Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

“I see someone’s happy to see me.”

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Tell all those other guys/girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.”

“Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.”

“Boobs are really just squishy pillows.”

“If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed somethings wrong with you.”

“Blasphemy! Sex solves everything.”

“I platonically want to have sex with you. No big deal.”

TEXTS

[text]: What do you want now?

[text]: Do you want to bet on that?

[text]: Guess who just got back in town.

[text]: So I might be in a hospital right now…

[text]: We can’t keep doing this anymore!

[text]: Come on, come to the party!

[text]: Can you pick me up from the bar? Too drunk to drive.

[text]: You have no clue how I feel so shut up.

[text]: I call bullshit.

[text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn’t you?

[text] I gave up great shower sex to be here so don’t say I never did anything for our friendship.

[text] Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness.

[text] Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall.

[text] Who says no to sex and donuts?!

[text] I know what you did last summer…

[cyanpeacock]

SO wow okay about my absence without leave and also Mark

i have been have ONE HUGE MANIC EPISODE with a Whole Bunch of like... screaming-in-the-street psychoses. i am “getting better” as in, not SO manic, and not actively psychotic, but uh, yeah, in the words of that cunt morrisey, i’m Still Ill. 

mark is a recurring voice/face? he has DEFINITELY been around before, since like, god, since i was in secondary school. earlier probably. used to be called marcell but like, he prefers mark now. “marcell is some pretentious french shit.” he isn’t even french! he sounds, like, american, sort of? like he learned to /speak/ english from the anglo-american side of the internet. how does that work? i don’t know. and the fucker HIDES! he hides for AGES. i thought he was fcking gone but this is the SAME guy. SAME guy. how does he do that??! where did the bastard GO for all that time. still in the process of accepting uh, okay, wow, yes, i HAVE seen you before, weirdly handsome but very rude man. i have seen you before. fucker.

but like shit I’ve tried to draw the guy but just like a living person I can never get his damn face right! and uh, internal conversations are happening, internally? i’m struggling to believe it but this is mark. thiiiis is that guy with the strange name. that’s marcell. that’s marc. that is mark. he’s Back. fucker!!! how complicated. god. i’d dance to jamiroquai with that man. i refuse to call him a gentleman. fucking aeiou!!!! fucking Aeiou!!!!!!! 

THIS IS LIKE... okay, i guess it means i’m integrating traumas? confusing process. i’m trying not to think about it too hard? all the facets/splinters/kind-of-mes are coming together more the further away in time and space I get from the people that really fucking wounded me, and mark is, well... still mark, when he’s around, just WAY calmer. if i ask him about talking to other people and systems he’s like “maybe later,” meaning, there are a couple of people he is Likely to pop up to again, infrequently, when he is Good and Ready. and yeah he says (paraphrased) that’s enough now. 

the grant and asher thing was. not part of the dissociative stuff. that was the onset of a fucking HILARIOUS psychosis. picture the camerata in grant’s bathroom. royce is lying down in the tub off his top surgery on ketamine. asher is on the bathroom floor smoking cigarettes through his nose. sybil is perched on the window-shelf huffing deodorant, specifically Right Guard. grant is crouched on the bathmat on 0 drugs making sure none of them die. i was in my apartment doing All the voices for this scenario. it was bonkers. @supergiant games: im sorry. never hire me.

so yhhhhhh i’m not Better(tm) but i’m doing better? up in like, a temporary room in halls the uni is paying for, and they’re helpin me buy food, and they’re also arranging a case review for me bc the NHS have done very little but fuck me about and keep me barely surviving for the last four years.

i am pretty goddamn sure my mood fuckery qualifies as bipolar disorder because, uh, well. mania (with mixed features) and psychosis from cannabis withdrawal? i cannot find ANY papers or serious medical literature referring to that, only to mania/psychosis from active use, and a handful of like, reddit posts from people who either used heavily for over a decade or had an existing family history of bipolar. 

i can also only find a single report of mania associated with withdrawal from the antidepressant TWO emergency psychs agreed to take me off with no taper - and the AD i was on is a relatively safe one! better safety profile than the SSRIs CAMHS gave me. those things sent me straight up like a fucking arrow then back down like it flipped in the air and shot the archer in the eye. i refused to take them any more pretty quickly. like, is this not shaping up to be a fairly classic misdiagnosed bipolar presentation? four different ADs all with the WRONG effects on my depression?

this is such a fucking joke man. i was saying “i think i have bipolar?” when i was like 16. been saying “i think i need to try a mood stabilizer” since like, 17 or 18. all i fucking want is to try lithium!!! i’ll stay out of the sun!!! i’ll drink water!!!! whatever you say!!!! just let me try a REAL mood stabiliser!!!!!!!!

ok it is midnight and i DO still need sleep and blue screens DO keep me awake. im going for cigs and then im going to fucking sleep. and there will be NO screaming kids or endless film reels of frightening places and faces in my head tonight. thanks!!!! goodnight!!!!!!!

[motivayytion]

do you have any advice for staying up late to study? some personal issues came up and i was unable to catch up on my work today and now im behind and it's midnight and im just starting (i have to wake up early, too ugh) :/

hey omg i’m so sorry for the super late reply, i was having a super packed day! i really hope the studying went okay, but for future reference, here’s some of that advice coming right up!

when it comes to staying up late to study, as much as i try to avoid it, it always ends up happening and some very late nights every once in awhile is inevitable. when it does happen, here are some key things to keep in mind while you’re studying away:

KEEP HYDRATED: YES!! I AM VERY AWARE THIS IS SAID SO SO MUCH EVERYWHERE but that doesn’t make it any less important!! i myself am really bad with this but it’s good to drink water (or some sort of liquid, preferably not sweet sodas) because dehydration can often make you groggy, which doesn’t help with the whole late night situation. just keep a water bottle or like a mug of tea (if you need the caffeine kick, for example) an arm’s reach away from you so when you look up from your notes, you’ll see it and maybe take a sip

try not to take breaks as frequently as you would in the day: the reason for this is pretty simple; when it’s midnight and you start getting a little to comfortable with your break, this almost always leads to lying down or a nap. this either turns into falling asleep or a decrease in productivity, so it’s best just to try and get everything done quickly as possible and then sleep. 

that being said, this doesn’t mean keep yourself awake all night working nonstop!!! if the studying is being done the day before a test/exam, try to at least get 4-5 hours of sleep. for example if it’s around 3 am and you have class at 9, try to use the next hour (from 3-4) wrapping up and summarizing what you know. don’t try to stuff brand new material in your head, especially this late. work with what you know and get rest.

breathe: literally just because more oxygen to the brain will help you stay awake better

for studying in general:

if you’re reviewing material, make use of highlighters, study as though you’re teaching yourself the material for the first time, and your review notes should be half as long as your initial lesson notes/handouts

if you’re learning material for the first time before a test: scan for main ideas and drill those into your head, use bullet points (keep it brief and to the point) and ask fellow classmates what they think the bulk of the material is

please put away distractions because if there was ever a time social media could be detrimental, it’s now. don’t even just close the app, shut off your phone or put it on do-not-disturb until you get at least 80% of your studying done

FOR GOD’S SAKE DO NOT STUDY ON YOUR BED, I REPEAT, DO NOT STUDY ON  Y O U R  B E D!! you will fall asleep. don’t argue with me on this one, because you cannot. if sitting gets uncomfortable, stretch or do quick exercises to get rid of stiffness. this will both keep you awake and help you avoid the warm, soft blankets that will undoubtedly lure you to sleep.

pull late night study sessions as little as possible! self-explanatory, but it’s definitely not good to get used to staying up late studying, unless you become nocturnal and are getting tons of sleep during the day. in terms of learning and being productive, there’s no real substitute for sleep: coffee tries, but frankly, it just can’t do the same job

i hope this was of some help, and if anyone has any additional tips, feel free to add them because i’m sure i didn’t cover everything. good luck to everyone who’s suffering through all nighters!

[chaosbisexual]

i know. im sure.

u asked for it darling,, ilu xx 

1.Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend?

YEs. Either or i love boys i love girls I LOVE LOVE 

2.When did your last hug take place?

like friday?? idk i’ve only ever been w my fam this weekend and we’re not super huggy

3.Are you a jealous person?

Hah,,, no,,, yes. 

4.Are you tired right now?

A lil bit. i had a nice sleep in today. 

5.Do you chew on your straws?

yes. anxious habit. and i get bored. yes. 

6.Have you ever been called a tease?

no i never get much attention of that sort and i’m lowkey happy abt that. 

7.Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?

no i love sleep and dreaming too much for that 

8.Do you cry easily?

depends??? like movies, yes, frustration, yes, but i don’t cry when i’m sad unless its like groundbreakingly awful. 

9.What should you be doing right now?

doing homework and writing arsenic (my tom riddle fic which i love)

10.Are you a heavy sleeper?

again, depends on how much i need sleep. usually, i think.

11.Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months?

HAH. HAH. HAH. no one could put up w me for that long also i have some sort of commitment issues bc i’m scared of them getting bored and not being enough

12.Are you mad at someone right now?

no,, i dont think so ??

13.Do you believe in love?

yes. i have to. yes. 

14.What makes you laugh no matter what?

AVPM. hands down. love it. also nathan zed, love, actually and doctor who innuendos. 

15.Who was the last person you talked to?

my dad?? irl and one of my friends over messenger

16.Do you get butterflies around the person you like?

YES

17.Will you get married?

idk?? i’d have to find someone who i love that much?? and they’d have to love me too?? 18.When was the last time you smiled?

in the shower probs. i have good thoughts in the shower. (just daydream thoughts)

19.Does anyone like you?

THIS IS FUNNIER THAN THE RELATIONSHIP ONE hAH. PROBABLY NOT. (i’m assuming this means crushing, so HAH.)20.Do you secretly like someone?

no i mean yes i mean what

21.Who was the first person you talked to today?

dad. 

22.Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

@acestephendene

23.What are you NOT looking forward to?

EXAMS 

24.What ARE you looking forward to?

finishing my godamn fic, bc it means so much to me but i’ll be so happy to finish it bc it will mean that i can write a book!

25.Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?

if you’re talkin abt any kind of love, then i think my dad means it. but other that no, bc i’m not that gr8 at makin ppl love me or bein in relationships

26.Suppose you see your ex kissing another person what would you do?

turn around and walk away bc they deserve to be happy (this has happened and i was well and truly over it so i was fine lol)27.Do you plan on moving out within the next year?

no but i hate this town so i guess i wish i was 

28.Are you a forgiving person?

yes. probably too much, but its fine. 

29.How many TRUE friends do you have?

5 or 6?? 

30.Do you fall for people easily?

not really? i fall for people for reasons i dont understand and its annoying but i dont fall for people easily??

31.Have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend?

no comment. (although it was only a crush i never did anything abt it im sry)

32.What’s the last thing you put in your mouth?

my water bottle straw???

33.Who was the last person you drove with?

my step mum i think ??

34.How late did you stay up last night and why?

just until midnight, bc i was watching a movie (anna karenina - it was p good)

35.If you could move somewhere else, would you?

Y E S ,, I CANNOT SCREAM IT LOUDER (@ london one day soon i’m comin 4 u )

36.Who was the last person you took a picture of?

a friend for a photography project @ school

37.Can you live a day without TV?

i mean ?? yes ?? i watch all my shows on my laptop so,,, i just couldnt live w/o my phone i admit that

38.When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?

my maths results a few weeks ago i think?

39.Three names you go by..

ali, alex, alexandra (added bonuses; cabbage / peanut :))))

40.Are you currently in a relationship?

one last time,,, hAH HAHAH. no.

41.What is your all-time favorite romance movie?

i cannot pick one for the life of me, so here’s a top 3; ten things, love, actually, and love, rosie.

42.Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?

no. just because i think the people you need and who you want to be and be with will change as you grow.

43.What’s your current problem?

exams are a’comin. 

44.Have you ever had your heart broken?

i don’t think so?? i’m so inexperienced w matters of the heart that i’m afraid that maybe i just won’t know what is when my heart breaks. i’ve definitely been hurt over some ex-maybes, though. 

45.Your thoughts of long distance relationships?

they work if you are 100% committed and make space for each other. and if you actually see each other regularly. (my now married sister is proof it can work)

46.How many kids do you want to have?

two or three?? (lyra, andromeda and orion are the dream names. i have now claimed them btw :)))

47.Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you like them?

this is funny bc its like the person who made this knows where 2 stab me. 

yes. extremely. it hurts. and has caused issues more than once. probs why i have no love life.

i’m so sorry i hope i didnt overwhelm u. i love u. i’m probs so boring oops x

[haynescheung-blog]

22 Aug 2018- First Day Filming

4am there’s a Canadian customer asked about my project and he said, “Well, let’s have pancakes together.” So we had pancakes together. I’m not sure if it’s because of midnight the restaurant kinda stopped serving already but still offered me pancakes, but the pancakes weren't good at all. They were so dry... well... at least now I know when NOT TO ORDER. Oreo pancakes are quite.. too sweet, too heavy. I sincerely hope it was just an accident. Otherwise I’m inviting people coming to have bad pancakes with me is not a really nice thing to do isn’t?

What I feel: There’re so many reasons why I love this restaurant. One of them is the people here never bothers me no matter how long I stayed here. But there was a waiter kinda cross my boundary. He’s a mid-aged man and he likes to touch me (shoulders, back, hands..), which I really do not appreciate it. Last time before I left the restaurant he kissed my face so sudden that I don't even have time to react so I just left. Today in the morning he saw me and he kissed my face again, even I kinda push him over. So I just told him that ‘in my culture, we don't do a lot of touching’, which I supposed maybe I’m too nice to say it. But well.. as long as he doesn't do it again, I’ll try to be nice. He seemed to be a bit embarrassed by his action. I just don't understand why I’m like a toy to some of those weird mid-aged men (just some), and I seriously feel angry about it. I don't think he dare to touch people he perceive as real woman, but then I am, I am a human-being as well, and I’m 21. I think I have to stand out for myself. It’s very rude and disrespectful to belittle others, and he doesn't even know my name.. sorry but fuck off. I’m also proud that I finally know how to protect myself and confront against men. I used to be “nice” and find a lot of excuses and even consider their perspectives. Now I can say I’m finally growing up and be kind to myself. If I don't respect myself, no one would. This is what humans are. This is the reason why I cannot trust human beings. It’s difficult for me to embrace them and myself everything. Not that I don't accept flaws and ugliness, or they don't meet my expectations. I just want to be as simple as it could be. Relationships. Connections. I know I can never understand a person fully, and this is why we are all very lonely. But then we are lonely together.

I always trying to reach somebody, yet I’m the one who built up so many boundaries; boundaries to isolate anyone gets across my border. I like to be on my own at all times, and I like talking and knowing strangers. I could spend hours just listening to them, but I can hardly build a real relationship with anyone. It could take me years to truly trust someone. I like living this way, but I begin to wonder if it would be a problem of me in a long term? 

At least I’ve got myself, and my artist teacher in HK who’s always my backup. I’m very lucky. I want to be a true artist, because artist is a genuine being. I want to be real and humble. Be who I truly am means I can fully embrace and accept myself. I’m still far away from it cause I still have to remind myself many times, but someday I’ll get nearly there and being genuine and humble will be just as natural as breathing.

2:15p.m.

I was told by the manager here that it might probably not a good idea to film the restaurant around here for privacy reasons, which I can totally understand that might not be very respectful thing to do. But then I found it interesting about their reactions of me filming around. No one has any idea why I’m doing that and what I’m going to do with the clips.

Tough from my perspective I thought I was allowed to film around.. Well, there are many workers in this restaurant and some of them are fine with it some of them aren't. Im curious of how they actually feel rather than Im feeling anything for my behavior. I do respect them, though. Especially I was editing my video in an open area, where I film with customers in it. I feel like no matter how good my manner is or how nice I’m trying to be, what I did obviously across their border. Not many people like to be seen in this way. It’s ok if they appear in my vision, but not filming it. It’s ok if I take video of the table that I’m having pancakes with some strangers, or I even stick the notes around without their permission, but its not right to offense anyone’s privacy in the restaurant. 

I guess this is the limitation. 

Am I ok with it if someone filming me working?

It feels different than I’m filming myself right.

I’m the director, which means I can take away any clips than I do not like, but they don't have a choice.

Now I’m under their eyes, I’m the one who’s being watched.

How do I feel?

When I was editing the videos, I was both watching and being watched. It is actually the same now, the only difference is, I’m the person who is being seen whatever I do, but I’m not scared, because I know why Im being watched, but they don't.

4:29pm- 

I’m just a bit tired, since I didn't sleep much yesterday as well. I started to feel a bit numb. I couldn't think very deep and fast. I just keep wondering about literally, the way of seeing. I was watching the second episode but I almost fell asleep.

What if I film myself, watching myself through my cell phone, and people watch me through the screen? I’m not allowed to film around the restaurant, but I am allowed to film myself, right?

What if filming myself makes someone feel uncomfortable because I am looking at them through the screen on the Gopro camera? 

4:51pm- 

almost fell asleep, i tried very hard to stay awake and doing sth, as long as I convince myself that I can do it, I  can do it. Everything is about faith. Someone is coming or not, I’m doing it. My mind cannot function as good, but I’m typing out some words now. Make sense or not, they keep me awake. My stomach doesn't feel really well, so I don't wanna drink coffee. It’s still far too early for caffeine anyways. If I finish this challenge, I can have a whole day sleeping. Just think of it. I need to film myself now. Because I’m sleepy. I need to document it.