#and im sleep deprived

[crvida]

swear to protect your child?? but grover should be at the club

[notmine213]

3 am thoughts

what if I made like a fanfic but each chapter (or few chapters with a to be continued thing) was like a new episode, and not like a one-shot book. Like hear me out.

You know how in shows you can watch them out of order, but some details you'd have to watch earlier ones? (Think big bang theory. I never sat down and watched it in full, but I love the show and am aware that I'd understand more had I watched it all.)

Well, what if it was just a new episode each chapter? No pressure for an actual crazy plot, no pressure for a certain number of chapters, just going until my brain is content with it being over.

It would still likely have an overall plot, but I think I'd just let it flow and think of a plot as I write.

It wouldn't be all fluff, wouldn't be all smut, wouldn't be all angst. There'd be enough of everything.

Now that I've typed this out, I'm just describing a book.

BUT

It helps my brain.

Please tell me if you'd read something like this.

[annachronisme]

My 3AM AU

Home Economics is an obscure ass name of a class I’m sure I saw somewhere and I have no single idea what it entails. But in my head somehow it made link betweent that and that things in 2000′s movies/series where they have to take of an egg or a doll as parents or something like that and my brain was like I smell good shit let’s focus on that. 

So. 

That. 

Metal sandiwch style. And Ima try to write someting.

It was Friday afternoon, the last day before school day and last lesson of the day for the students he had, he knew he checked. Dropping his bag loudly on the desk , Mr. Smith called for silence. 

“Good afternoon, everyone” he smirked evilly. Looking through the room he saw a few of them gulps. Others looked on edge but not worried. “I have a bit of homeworks for you all.”

He turned back to the desk, ignoring the complaints and grunts behind his back. He took the box under his desk out and put it on his desk. 

“This. Is your final grade for the semester. It is a group project and no you can’t choose your group, I have already made the groups. And I don’t want to hear you whining about it, it was a random drowning number.’ Opening the box, he took out a doll. ‘ Your assignment is not hard. You’re the parents of those delightful things for the next three weeks of breaks and you have to take care of it. Every doll will collect the data and I will judge if you took enough care of your fake child. The Groups are on the board. “

And for the rest of the hour, he explained how the dolls worked and how to take care of it, even told them about the fail-safe button that was to be used only for emergencies and with a damn good reason and some solid proof. The dolls were weirdly realistic, not like the plastic doll you offer to your niece on her birthday. More squishy and as heavy as a real three month old baby.

Now see, you could blame Karma, Fate or whatever you wanted but when he did the poles for the group he had fully accepted the fact that , in the end, someone would be singled out due to the uneven number of students. What was not expected was the three names left. 

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

At that time, he just knew there was no way he could single out any of those three without the other two tearing into each other. 

Steve and Billy ? After that big fight he heard they had, that was a no-no. 

 Billy and Eddie ? They would kill each other within five minutes, he was sure of it.

 Steve and Eddie would work, they both butted heads but in the end he had a feeling it could work. 

But he also had that feeling that leaving out Billy was a very bad idea. 

So he did the next best thing.

Absolutely nothing.

He heard before he saw the three boys in front of the board each face ranging a different level of shock, disbelief and absolute horror. It was also hard to not hear the loud ‘What the fuck” Munson so kindly let out. 

‘Mr. Smith, you can't seriously leave us in the same group!’ said Harrington. 

‘See, that’s the thing. I can. You three’ he said pointing fingers at each boy. Hargrove looked ready to tear his head off, Munson looked completely unbothered and Steve was clearly looking at him like he lost his mind. ‘ will have to cooperate on this. Word of advice: it would be better for you to work on it at the same time and I know that you’re probably going to schedule which one is going to have to take care of it at night - and you will- but work it out. Have a three week long sleepover or something like that, I don’t care. But do it together and not one after the other.’

Taking the last doll out of the box, he turned around and thrust the doll into Steve's arms who caught it clumsily. 

"Congratulations, it’s a boy.” and he left. 

[makaybee]

I wanted to do a family photoshoot before Emmie aged up. But by the second group shot, I was like...just kidding! Because honestly, I ran out of patience.

[systemofshadow]

hey anyone elses head feel all wiggly

[hinamie]

mentor

[eirawashere]

Three brooos chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cau- *gunshots*

[the-astro-ambassadors]

discovered a dog called Sock today. short for Socrates. if you even care

update: here is the boy!

[sunlit-mess]

doin' time

[dragontummy]

So basically if you make most creatures a size they're usually not it is wrong in some way. A kobold or maybe even a funny doggy the size a building is just too much. Sure there are instances of it happening but it's rare and a source of much wonder confusion for how that happened. Now a dragon. You can basically make a dragon any size you want and it still makes sense. Is it 1 building big? That's normal. Bigger than a small moon? That's nature baby. A mere 3 grapes tall? Well that little critter makes an awful lot of sense now doesn't it? This is because basically dragons are like fish. you wouldn't dare tell a fish what it can and cant do,that would be absurd. the fish woudlnt even hear you because it is too busy chowing down on an delectable detritus it found. and dont even think of saying that to the dragon cause baby, the dragon is the fish's diner buddy and it's chewing louder than a lawn mower caught over a rock! you really should join in you know,its rude to stare

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes, Kissing

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Imagine Yandere!Zhongli in a Reverse!AU, where you're Liyue's Archon and you seal him away. Thousands of years ago, you and him were friends ruling over different sections of what would become Liyue. You hardly noticed the way his eyes lingered on you whenever he saw you, hardly knew how he would dream of having you all to himself.

One day, he makes an advance as you both sip on tea at Mount Aocang, pledging to move mountains and sink continents if you ask. The price of his eternal affection remains unsaid, but you can see it in the feral, draconic look in his eye. Every dragon has a hoard, even Zhongli. And he will stop at nothing until he can have you as his most valuable treasure.

Despite his efforts to prevent you from escaping, you manage to flee back to your territory. Weeks later, Zhongli attempts to catch you off guard with a surprise invasion, but in the heat of battle, you manage to seal him away beneath the earth.

Millenia pass, and you mourn the loss of a friend, but work to build the nation of Liyue up to the ground. The Fatui come, offering a deal for your Gnosis, and you refuse. It is a mistake you will regret every day for eternity.

One day, the earth shakes in a way that makes your stomach turn.

You feel his presence before you even catch a glimpse of his crystalline horns or golden eyes. Warm and earthy like petrichor. Running out into the city streets, you help an elderly couple around some piles of rubble, before continuing towards the source of the power.

The God of Contracts finds you first, though, easily snaring your feet in stone. His power is choking in a way, and when you try to fight back with your own magic, you feel the power in your body quickly draining from you. Zhongli notices the surprise in your face, and a small smirk plays on his lips. "I've had many years to learn some new...tricks, my treasure," he murmurs, striding towards you confidently. His fingers hook under your chin, pulling it up so your eyes gaze into his. "The people that freed me said they would let me keep you if I gave them your Gnosis."

In an instant, his hand is in your chest, grasping around for your Gnosis. You cry out in pain and try to struggle, but Zhongli grabs your shoulder in a tight grip, forcing you steady. It only takes a moment for him to pull out your Gnosis, gazing at it intently. "You cannot truly understand how long I have dreamt of this day. Of you, my dearest. And now, we will never have to be apart," he whispers, pressing his lips against yours greedily. He allows himself a few seconds to savor this scene, before pulling away.

"Now, my treasure. I wish to make a contract with you." With a wave of his hand, he manifests a piece of parchment filled with words on it out of thin air. "I will help repair all the damage I have done if you promise to be mine, in body and spirit, for better or for worse." You glare at him vehemently, spitting out your refusal. In return, Zhongli simply chuckles. "In that case, I will turn every building to dust," he threatens.

Turning to some already-damaged buildings, he raises a hand, ready to demolish them with a flick of the wrist. Your cries of acquiescence stop him before he can, however. When you finish signing, Zhongli gives you a predatory smile, brushing his fingers against the side of your face. "I knew you would surrender, my dearest," he purrs, possessiveness filling his eyes. "Now, allow me to fulfill my own contract, and then we can return home," he says.

You get the feeling that you will not be leaving home for a very long time.

[arsmentae]

My top 3 Sanji fits of all time

[buttercupbuck]

"you know, my therapist says everyone needs a safe space, a place where you can fully be yourself"

[image description: 2 large gifs of evan buckley and eddie diaz from 9-1-1.

gif 1: from season 6 episode 12. in the diaz home, eddie (out of frame) watches buck sleep on his couch, his arm draped across the sofa.

gif 2: from season 7 episode 5. at buck's apartment, the camera pans as eddie, holding his phone, turns to face buck as buck rounds the corner of his kitchen island.

/end ID]

[acewhowantsspace]

Tag yourself, I'm sarcastic asexual friend

[spngirlpolls]

my dream for post-mindwipe lisa braeden is that she starts dating a butch lesbian with a motorcycle and all her pta mom friends are like “wow what a step up from the other guy” and lisa’s like “what other guy” and they go “amen sister! men-who needs ‘em!”

[callsignchicha]

Sorry that its kind of a long post, too tired to figure out why the ‘read more’ thingie isn’t working :’3