I like your bone

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

—  e.e.cummings
I’m here to love you, not to hold your hand. I’ll tell you’re beautiful because you are, not because you need to hear it to feel it. I’ll hold you when the north wind blows because I like to my arms around you, not because I have to be afraid of the gust shattering your bones. I’ll kiss you because it feels like lightning, not because you need my lips to breathe. Don’t missunderstand, I will always stand with you and fight for you and remind you of the perfection I see in your every move. I just won’t let you rely on me, I would never be that cruel.
—  A.O.A.M.

luke0maker  asked:

Yeah, but when the dog pick the special atack of Paps... it just look like a regular bone, but I respect your opinion ^-^ And i like the blaster idea. This guys should stop to realize that this story is yours, if you want to make a dark Asriel you can, simple.

I’m pretty sure his special attack is not a bone, and I’m pretty sure that we all can see what Toby wanted to imply here.

I might have stopped playing Guild Wars 2 (no timeeee) but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna draw it! My characters managed to develop actual personalities and backstories so they now have dedicated space in my head and I need to let them out sometimes too. So here’s Wooch and a cat! Made with love, plants and necromancy <3

When I Die

When I die
Take flowers to strangers
And tell them to grow strong

When I die
Bury me sideways
So when I wake up
I don’t know where to go

When I die
Don’t cry on my grave
In case daisies do bloom there

When I die
I want a wedding instead
Invite them to the betrothal
Of me and a long lost friend

When I die
I won’t be gone
I’m like sticky buds and sandy shoes
A feeling to haunt your bones

When I die
Let me be dead
Don’t bookmark my last rest

When I die
Live on instead
Build bridges and grow flowers
Then you’ll have passed the test

i never feel closer to nature than when i’m waiting in a subway station with no electric signs telling you when the next train’s supposed to come and i feel a gentle breeze stir up. that breeze is made by an approaching train further along in the tunnel. it’s like sensing rain in your bones. i always want to turn to someone leaning out and staring into the darkness and go, “a great wind comes. the train is upon us.”


derek and casey: guide to step-siblings.

this is what he said:
your body reminds me of winter;
how your heart melts
like ice
when i touch it;
how your bones crackle
like the fire you burn
to keep yourself warm;
how your words
curl in on themselves
and your hands reach for
anything to keep out the cold,
even if it leaves others freezing.

he said:
your crimson spills
over into my
blue; leaves me stained
in so many places
i don’t know if i’m sad
or wounded —
i’m starting to think
i’m a little of both.

he said:
i am trying to understand
& maybe i do;
at least in the way
your chest falls
when i forget to tell you
i love you
i love you.

he said:
i love you.

—  this is what he said // r.e.s
Life in Her Eyes - Star Trek

Wedding Dance was awesome!! Thank you for writing it. I love Eomer!! And enjoy reading those stories. I also like your Bones ones too!!! So I have a Bones request. Dancing with wife!reader in their quarters for no other reason that he had a bad day in Medbay and just wants to hold her.

Leonard McCoy slowly peeled off his surgical gloves and dropped them in the bin. He watched from behind the glass door of the prep room as a nurse led a man into the med room. The nurse stepped next to the bed and pulled down the sheet. Leonard turned away as the man collapsed with a sob next to the lifeless figure on the bed.

Bones stopped to enter a few things into the computer briefly before signing out of the med bay. He walked down the hallway, keeping his head down. Hoping no one would notice the color draining from his face or the gathering wetness of his eyes. As he rounded a corner he shook his head vigorously, trying to snap himself out it. As a seasoned doctor, he was no stranger to death. He had lost more than a few people on the operating table. But this was different. The woman who had been brought in had been on an away team who were exposed to a toxin that caused sudden and severe internal hemorrhaging. Hemorrhaging too severe for even the advanced medical equipment aboard the Enterprise to keep up with.

What bothered Leonard, was the woman looked exactly like his wife. Looked exactly like you. And as the nurse brought in the woman’s husband, Leonard saw himself walking into a sterile room and lifting a sheet to find you, eyes closed and skin cold. The thought made his lungs feel like lead.

Upon reaching your shared quarters, the door opened and he was greeted by soft piano-like music. You looked up from the book you were reading and smiled at him. Your smile faded almost immediately, replaced by concern. The minute the door closed, Leonard sighed and a few of the frustrated tears he had been holding back spilled slowly down his cheek as he squinted his eyes closed.

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ACOWAR foreshadow

Umm… so I am re reading ACOMAF and I’m at the part with the bone carver, and I feel like he is foreshadowing something…

“Promise that you’ll give me her bones when she dies and I’ll think about it” (200).

“I shall carve your death on here, Feyre” (202).

I feel like the Bone Carver knows Feyre is going to die again(perhaps in the war?). I don’t think my heart can take it if she dies after all the character arc she has been through, or having to see Rhys live life alone again 😭😭

It’s 3am
and hell has opened up,
it is the hours of midnight wings
and midnight blood
and eyes worthy of the new moon.

You are stumbling about
head spinning from the club,
alcohol is buzzing in your blood.
Turning another corner,
then another, arriving
at the parking lot of the church
between Sixth and Main Street,
and there He is.

Standing calmly in the street light,
flicking the zippo off, on, off, on.
His handsome face is to good,
to beautiful and pure to be anything,
but the Devil.
“Hello my dear,” the Devil speaks,
voice rich, sweet as honey, and it
is pure as a little brook.

“You rang?”
“No, no I did not,” voice breath sharp,
just like your bones, to sharp
under your skin, wasting away
under the yoke of God’s command.

“I can show you a better life you see,”
the Devil says, his eyes filled with fire,
“the world is mine to give.”

“You are Prince of this Earth-”
You began, an argument that is so old,
the Devil has heard it more times
than all the seconds contained within
your life.

“I offer you the world,
the secrets of the universe,
to be well fed and not starved.
I offer you to not drown in the
repression of God’s yoke,
that you may rise like the phoenix.
God doesn’t take care of his own,
but the Devil always take care of his own.”

Protests are on your lips
but the Devil holds out his hand,
gaze challenging.

“I always ask permission and if you wish,
you can go back,
no contract,
no commands or rules, except thus:
Respect your fellows and don’t trash the world.”

Trembling you grasp his hand,
they are overly warmth,
perhaps with the fire of his soul,
or maybe it’s because you are so cold.

“Once you go to the dark side,
you’ll never want to go back
to creaking knees and
voices strained from worship
and heart aching full of prayers.
You will see.”

—  The Devil Offers You the World
ciel knight
Karasuno babes and their pick up lines

Daichi: You know how I got these guns? [Point to biceps] Lifting children out of poverty

Sugawara: You make me wish I weren’t gay! *side eyed glance towards Daichi*

Asahi: *fucks up the joke and  punchline* 

Nishinoya: “I like every bone in your body, especially mine” 

Tanaka: “you’re so fucking sexy! You look just like my mom” 

Ennoshita: Can I punch you in the face.. [pause] ..with my lips?

Hinata: Do you want to have good sex? [No!] Well then come to my place!

Kageyama: Are you a vampire? Cause you looked a little thirsty when you looked at me…here’s some milk from the vending machine” 

Tsukishima: “I dont really believe in love at first sight….and I still dont”

Yamaguchi: Do you have a band aid? Cause I scrapped my knees falling for you

The Signs as Dirty Pick Up Lines

Aries: My dick just died. Mind if I buried it in your ass?

Taurus: If it’s true that we are what we eat, I could be you by morning!

Gemini: I’m leaving this place… Want to cum?

Cancer: Would you like try an Australian kiss? It’s just like a French kiss, but down under

Leo: I like every bone in your body, especially mine

Virgo: My face is leaving in fifteen minutes. Be on it.

Libra: That’s a nice smile. It’d look better if it was all you were wearing!

Scorpio: If your left leg was Christmas and your right was Thanksgiving, could i visit between the holidays?

Sagittarius: You, me, handcuffs, and whipped cream: interested?

Capricorn: The FBI wants to steal my penis. Can I hide it inside you?

Aquarius: I’ve got a booboo on my *points down* ): Will you kiss it and make it better?

Pisces: I’m no weatherman, but you can expect a few inches tonight

Soft, pale lavender
Soft morning light
Your soft hair strewn across the pillows
Your hand soft in mine
The soft whisper of your breath over my cheek
Laughter that tries to be soft
But when it’s 12:45 and the porch light is soft in the window laughter isn’t soft
The smell of your perfume is soft at the base of your neck
And my lips are soft on your collar bone
And I forgot what it felt like to be soft until you dragged your soft fingertips over my spine, your words soft in my ear telling me that I’m safe
Your voice making the world go soft and quiet
But I’m supposed to be writing about things that remind me of you and not how you made me trust again in your softness and in mine.
Pale lavender,
The sunrise,
Feeling loved for the first time (for real)
—  Sarah. A.B.