ignores my responsibilities

All @llyn-on-ice and I have been talking about the past few days is an Otayuri Star Wars AU because it was where we were bound to wind up eventually. So, I had to draw them to give her strength for all her work she has to do, and to selfishly try to bribe her to write me more of them because i am w e a  k

(Otabek is a resistance pilot and Yuri is a space prince)

EDIT: My babe posted her little drabble HERE if you want to read how this all starts <3

The Signs as Things my Kids Say:

Aries- “If I can’t choke him, I don’t want to play.” 

Taurus- “If I was a noob, I’d be like ‘ah! I’m a noob!’”

Gemini- *jumping* “I’m trying to make the house fall.” 

Cancer- *batman voice* “Don’t touch me”

Sagittarius- “Can I skip school for fun again?” 

Scorpio- “The other guys think they are in the lead, but they aren’t. I won.” 

Pisces- *crying* “He looked at me mean!” 

Leo- “I’m putting on a show. There will be fireworks, you all have to come.” 

Libra- “Will you put my blanket on me?” 

Aquarius- “I’m going to eat 10,000 pieces of pizza.” 

Capricorn- “I wanna be in my room. You’re distracting me.” 

Virgo- “I do a lot of things I’m not supposed to when you’re all sleeping.” 

3

Well done, Gion. That is the correct response.

2

The masks we weave for ourselves. / / / The Blue Spirit + The Painted Lady.

“Caught a silly bird" – Watercast by @fishwrites

So I have absolutely zero self control and ignored all my responsibilities to finish this 😅 Hopefully the photo isn’t too dodgy (also Keith’s foot kind of ended up blending into the background but we can all ignore that)

Happy Birthday, Em. x Tom

Originally posted by princedracoluciusmalfoy

I wrote @coyg-81 a Feltson drabble just because. She is an enabler. 


Setting: Emma’s Oxfordshire flat

Her boyfriend Mack is visiting her from Northern California. She’s about to start more press for The Circle, so they wanted to squeeze some time together in. He makes her breakfast, and there is a knock at the door.

“Delivery for Miss Watson. Please sign here." 

She takes the massive bouquet and places them on the foyer table and opens the envelope.

Hey Em, 

Happy Birthday. I was torn between getting you peonies and anemones, which I remembered were your favourite, but I settled on yellow roses because they mean friendship, and you looked beautiful in the film. It was great seeing you again. 

xTom

She bites her nails no knowing how to react. Mack calls her into the kitchen letting her know breakfast is ready. He’s prepared whole grain pancakes, fresh fruit, and coffee. A bit too healthy for the mood she’s in. She honestly would have been happy with a can of beans and toast. 

"Who was that?” Mack asked, pouring her a cup of coffee.

“Oh, just a delivery. I got flowers for my birthday.”

“May I ask from whom?”

She nervously stabs her pancakes with her fork and clears her throat. “Oh, um. From Tom.”

“Hanks, Hiddleston, or Felton?”

She laughs at this because she does have quite a few Toms in her life. “Felton. The card was quite sweet, actually. He said he was going to send me my favorite flowers, but instead sent yellow roses because of the symbolism of friendship.”

“Oh,” Mack says deadpan.

Emma could Mack tense as he grew silent. He didn’t have anything to worry about, did he? She and Tom had only recently started talking again, well, outside of their group texts. So much time had passed since they were teenagers. Wow, had it been ten years since she told him she was going to uni in the States? He didn’t take it well. They were finally taking the steps beyond friendship, and she ruined it. At the time, it felt like the best decision for her personal growth, but seeing him finding comfort in another woman destroyed her for years. She became a serial monogamist. From one serious relationship to the next, but never settling down to get married. But he did the same thing, didn’t he? Leaving for LA, in a serious relationship, never marrying…She wonders, did he ever even think of proposing? They were together for years.

“Emma.” Mack snaps her out of her train of thought.

“Oh, sorry. My mind was on the next press tour,” she lied.

Her iPhone buzzes as a text comes through. She looks down, and it’s from Tom.

TF: Hey Em. It’s 1 a.m. here in Vancouver, but since I’m up, I thought I’d wish you happy birthday. Did you get my gift?

She smiles and replies. 

EW: Yes, they are lovely, but I would have been happier with the peonies and anemones 

EW: How did you remember?

TF: You always had a fresh bouquet in your dressing room. They smelled so lovely. I don’t know. Just stuck with me.

Mack grows uneasy with his girlfriend completely ignoring him while she texts

TF: I just wrapped for the season. I’m heading to my mum’s for a week before heading back to Venice Beach. Will you be around? Maybe catch up for dinner or drinks?

EW: Actually, I’ll be in LA 25 April. Want to meet up then?

TF: Yeah. Brilliant. Do we want to invite some friends?

Emma thinks about this, and she’s been to party after party over the past month or so. She could do with a night in.

EW: Could we actually do something low key? Like a bottle of wine on my hotel balcony?

TF: what about my place? I have a great view of the beach.

EW: sounds perfect. I’ll text you later with details. Thanks again for the flowers.

TF: You’re very welcome. Heading to bed now. 

TF: Night.

EW: Night.

shady-swan-jones  asked:

amanda, if this isn't your time i don't know what is. please give us some sheriff/deputy smut. in your hot, detailed writing

this is me, ignoring my responsibilities, in favor of hot desk sex and bants

speculation and spoilers abound, obvs.

“Not much of a honeymoon,” Emma said between kisses, roughly shoving his leather jacket down his arms.

“And what, pray tell, is a honeymoon?” Killian asked, his hand busily undoing the button of her jeans.

She walked him back until his thighs hit the desk, then pushed him to sit on top of whatever files she’d left scattered on its surface; digitizing the town’s criminal records was going slowly, hampered not only by the usual revolving door of monsters and dwarven antics, but also by the fact that having Killian in the station with her put quite the damper on any desire to do anything but fuck him senseless..

Her husband was extremely distracting.

“A honeymoon,” she said, pausing long enough to strip her shirt off and toss it somewhere towards his desk, “is a vacation for newlyweds. A vacation primarily geared towards having lots and lots of sex.”

Killian hummed, and watched with interest as she unclasped her bra and draped it over one of the lamps. He probably already knew what it was, but one night and several shots of rum had led to him confessing that he liked the way she explained things. “Ah, so a bridal tour without all the pesky need to visit those unable to attend the wedding.”

“Screw them, they can send something off the registry. If we had one. I bet mom made us one.”

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