acid laced

i am holding hands with a girl at the pet store. i love how her voice changes when she speaks to different animals. round and bubbly for the angelfish, high and breathy for the calico kittens, sonorous and slithery for the python. she loves them all, even the great hairy tarantula that makes me cringe. 

i am holding hands with this girl whose halo of hair glows banana yellow under the heat lamps in the reptile section, who offers her index finger to teething kittens. she asks “can’t we have one?” in the voice she uses for only me. a voice i can’t describe without using her name, but i imagine joan of arc heard something similar the day she picked up a sword. she is still holding my hand, and i feel like i’d sink into cartoon quicksand if i let go. so i don’t.

“are you two… together?”

this is not unfamiliar, but the woman’s voice, the voice she has chosen, is angrily acidic. this woman has laced her tone with arsenic, without even a passive aggressive teaspoon of sugar to hide her poison. she inhales, puffing herself up like a frightened lizard before her final words. 

“there are children here, you know.” 

in the future, i think of a thousand things to say. we were children too. two girls holding hands after school. two girls holding hands at the movie theatre, two girls in a booth at tony’s pizza, two girls sharing awkward first kisses after two solo cups of wine in someone else’s backyard. two girls holding kittens at a pet store on a saturday afternoon. 

i know now that they see us through funhouse mirrors: distorted, disturbed, our monstrous bodies taking too much space, spoiling innocent spaces with our imposing sexualities. our innocence never ours to begin with.

even with this, there is nowhere i would rather be than holding hands with her in a pet store, with her voice like rain on a hot day, her peach lips blowing kisses for fish, her grip tightening as if to say “i dare you to take this away from me.”

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“Oh c’mon, (Y/N), it’s getting to the good part. Finally one of theses movies has good content.”

“Penny, it is a scene about a baby elephant drunk out of his mind from alcohol that I am convinced is laced with acid. What the hell is wrong with you?… actually…Don’t answer that. Just shut up and watch the movie.”

Losing All Reason

A/N: Hey so I wrote this one a little differently than normal. Let me know what you think? I thought that maybe if people wanted this I could make it a series. If not then I am also fine with it staying a one shot. Thanks to @hyliangirl19 for this request. I really hope you like it. I wanted to make it more original and less cheesy. I am sorry I didn’t  write the actual reader in it. If you want I can re-write it just let me know.

Title: Losing All Reason

Rating: Teen

Pairings: John Laurens x Reader, Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warnings: cheating,fighting, shouting, swearing

Word Count: 507 (I didn’t expect this to be so short I am sorry)

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*John’s POV*

I felt sick to my stomach as I speed walked out of the building. ‘Dear god she fucking loved him and this was going to kill her’ I thought shaking my head. I heard my name being called from behind me but I tried to keep walking as fast as I can. I had to get that picture out of my head. What in the hell was I going to do? A hand grabbed my arm and flipped me around. There was a shirtless Thomas panting heavily before he looked up at me with a sheepish smile. My stomach churned and I felt like I was going to puke on my shoes. He noticed my discomfort and immediately straightened up.

“Don’t tell her,” Jefferson immediately said. He looked at me with pleading eyes and spoke with a firm tone.

“I am not going to lie to her Thomas,” I said. Now that my disgust was fading my true anger began to come to surface.

“I am not asking you to lie to her. I am just asking you to not say anything.”

“GOD DAMMIT THOMAS! HOW COULD YOU FUCKING DO THIS?!” I shouted in his face. I felt myself losing all reason and gripped my hands to my sides. God I wanted to punch him. He had no idea how lucky he was. He had Y/N . . . Y/N … The only girl I really want and he had her. I have been her friend since the first year of college .She was pretty but that was nothing compared to who she actually was. She was sarcastic and witty with a great extreme personalities. She could smile and laugh politely, work with kids, and care for you if you were sick. She could smirk, make a dirty joke, and be a total asshole to people when you needed her too. She was everything and he fucking had her and abused it.

“Shut up John. If you’re smart you will be quiet about it.” He said puffing out his chest.

“Why?” I spoke as acid laced my voice.

“You don’t want to hurt her, do you?” He said. He wasn’t smirking. He wasn’t being an asshole about it. He stated it like it was fact and he wanted my opinion. He knew he had me. I dragged my hand down my face.

“Who the hell was that? I raced out so fast I didn’t get to see who you were making the biggest mistake of your life with.” I said with huff. I felt exhausted all of sudden.

“Oh ummmmm,” Jefferson’s eyes were suddenly shifting back and forth. I felt confused and upset, maybe a little nervous.

“Who was under the sheets Thomas?” I said lowly, enunciating each word.

“It was Martha.” He stated looking past me and not in the eye. “I know we broke up but I still love her. I just don’t want to tell Y/N yet.”

That’s when I felt my brain click off.

That’s when I lost all reason.

That’s when I shoved my fist in his fucking face.

Leonard Cohen Sentence Meme

Part 1 - Suzanne, Hallelujah, Bird on the Wire, Closing Time, First We Take Manhattan, You Want it Darker.

Change pronouns and such as needed.

  • “You know that she’s half crazy but that’s why you want to be there.” 
  • “You want to travel with her and you want to travel blind.”
  • “You know that she will trust you, for you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.“
  • “Only drowning men could see him.”
  • “All men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them.”
  • “He, himself, was broken long before the sky would open.” 
  • “He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone.”
  • “You think maybe you’ll trust him.”
  • “She is wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters.”
  • “They are leaning out for love and they will lean that way forever,”
  • “You don’t really care for music, do you?”
  • “Your faith was strong but you needed proof.”
  • “Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.”
  • “She broke your throne and she cut your hair.”
  • “From your lips she drew the Hallelujah.”
  • “You say I took the name in vain but I don’t even know the name.”
  • “There’s a blaze of light in every word.It doesn’t matter which you heard.”
  • “I did my best, it wasn’t much.”
  • “I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch.”
  • “I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you.”
  • “And even though it all went wrong, I’ll stand before the Lord of Song with nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah.”
  • “Like a knight from some old fashioned book, I have saved all my ribbons for thee.”
  • “If I have been unkind, I hope that you can just let it go by.”
  • “If I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you.” 
  • “I have torn everyone who reached out for me.”
  • “I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong, I will make it all up to thee.”
  • “You must not ask for so much.”
  • “Hey, why not ask for more?”
  • “I have tried in my way to be free.”
  • “She’s rubbing half the world against her thigh.”
  • “It’s partner found, it’s partner lost and it’s hell to pay when the fiddler stops.”
  • “We’re lonely, we’re romantic and the cider’s laced with acid.”
  • “I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss.”
  • “I can’t say much has happened since closing time.”
  • “I loved you for your beauty but that doesn’t make a fool of me. You were in it for your beauty too.”
  • “There’s a voice that sounds like God to me declaring that your body’s really you.”
  • “I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there’s nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime.”
  • “Looks like freedom but it feels like death. It’s something in between, I guess.”
  • “We’re drinking and we’re dancing but there’s nothing really happening.”
  • “The place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night.”
  • “I lift my glass to the Awful Truth.” 
  • “It’s once for the devil and once for Christ.”
  • “I loved you when our love was blessed, I love you now there’s nothing left.”
  • “They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom for trying to change the system from within.”
  • “I’m coming now, I’m coming to reward them.”
  • “I’m guided by a signal in the heavens.”
  • “I’m guided by this birthmark on my skin.” 
  • “I’m guided by the beauty of our weapons.” 
  • “I told you, I was one of those.”
  • “You loved me as a loser, but now you’re worried that I just might win.”
  • “You know the way to stop me, but you don’t have the discipline.” 
  • “How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin.”
  • “I practiced every night, now I’m ready.”
  • “I am guided.”
  • “Well it’s Father’s Day and everybody’s wounded.”
  • “First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin.”
  • “If you are the dealer, I’m out of the game.”
  • “If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame.”
  • “You want it darker? We kill the flame.”
  • “Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name. Vilified, crucified, in the human frame.”
  • “A million candles burning for the help that never came.”
  • “You want it darker?”
  • “I’m ready, my lord.”
  • “There’s a lover in the story but the story’s still the same.”
  • “There’s a lullaby for suffering and a paradox to blame.”
  • “It’s written in the scriptures and it’s not some idle claim.”
  • “We kill the flame.”
  • “I struggled with some demons, they were middle class and tame.”
  • “I didn’t know I had permission to murder and to maim.”
  • “A million candles burning for the love that never came.”
  • “If you are the dealer, let me out of the game.”
  • “If you are the healer, I’m broken and lame.”
  • “Maybe I’m still hurting, I can’t turn the other cheek.”
  • “You know that I still love you, it’s just that I can’t speak.”
  • “I looked for you in everyone.”
  • “I lived alone but I was only coming back to you.”
  • “They’re handing down my sentence now and I know what I must do.”
  • “There are many in your life and many still to be.”
  • “Even in your arms, I know I’ll never get it right.”
  • “I’ve got to have your word on this or none of it is true.”
Of Snakes and Lions  Ch-9

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

Rated: Smut

Pairing: JaehyunxReader

Summary: Your new term at Hogwarts starts with more drama then you intended. You didn’t expect your oldest friend to have feelings for you, but you didn’t expect to have feelings for a Gryffindor jock either.

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(Mild NSFW)


It’s hard to breathe in the train. Small gaps slowly being filled when people continuously pushing in, mindful of each other, and carefully shifting in the overcrowded compartment. It’s like everyone’s hiding secrets even though all they carry with them is their weight on their shoulders.

Not that it matters to Kaneki. He’s too busy being annoyed at his blond lover to enjoy the passing scenery. They’re so close, chest to chest, entangles in each other’s arms without spaces in between them and Kaneki desperately tries to rub his lips together.

He’s still annoyed but he’s also very, very, desperate.

It’s Hide’s fault. He’s started it.

“If you’re going to fondle me in a public space, do it properly,” Kaneki hisses in the other’s ear. Hide chuckles.

“Fondle? Really, Ken?” Hide shamelessly moves his hands lower. Warm fingers moving lightly to the contour of Kaneki’s ass, feebly touching, groping at the plump flesh and pawing at the too-familiar cheeks. He kisses Kaneki’s neck.

Then Kaneki looks up, glaring at him.

What are you doing?” the King’s voice is laced with acid. Hide blinks, surprised.

“Urmm…touching you?”

Weak. Pathetic.”

“Wha-”

Kaneki slaps his hands away, carefully and quietly. They don’t want to draw anyone’s attention. Especially when they’re like this.

Kaneki doesn’t wait for Hide’s permission when he shoves his hands down Hide’s pants, quickly separating the human’s knees so he can reach for the blond’s crotch.

“Hey, Kaneki-”

“Shut up.”

Hide obeys.

He shudders, though, when Kaneki runs his deft fingers over his length, long nails scraping at the delicate skin there while the ghoul’s other hand forcefully parts Hide’s buttocks, impatient and ravenous when Kaneki shoves three fingers inside his lover.

He twists his hand, harshly thrusting deeper, teasingly into the heated hole until Kaneki finally sees the stars in his human’s eyes. Kaneki briskly thumbs the slit, pressing down hard enough to make the human become nothing but a pliant mess in his arms.

Just a mere marionette without its strings.

Hide chokes, biting his lip desperately. Eyes wide as he observes the people all around them. No one’s staring. Yet.

“Oy, Ken-”

“Next time,” Kaneki sharply says, gripping at the hardening tent in Hide’s jeans, casually rubbing himself against the now breathless human. “Don’t start something you can’t even finish.”

“Look, Ken, I’m sorry,” Hide mutters. Kaneki doesn’t let him go. It’s both hot and frightening.

“Not yet. But you will once I’m done with you.”

Kaneki’s smile grows darker and malicious.

“Let’s see how long you can hold back your scream, yes?”


anonymous asked:

"Are you flirting with me?" for Bradray. Thanks!

(this is suuuuuper short, which is not my usual MO, but hey, I hope it’s enjoyable. if people want to send in more prompts from this list, go for it, I’ve got one more to work on but I’ll take more)

Ray was pretty sure something was wrong with his brain.

To be fair, people had been telling him that, frequently, at great volume, for a long long time, but he was just starting to think they might be right. Because something had to be broken in his head or else he would have just fucking asked Brad out already, god damn it.

He didn’t mean for “hey, do you want to go out sometime?” to become “hey fucknuts, buy me food,” it just happened. He still had no idea why or how “you look nice today” came out as “dude, you’re reaching like Fruity Rudy fashion levels right now.” After two weeks of trying, he finally gave up. Brad hadn’t said anything to these ridiculous pronouncements–at least nothing beyond their usual banter–but they were getting worse and worse, and at the rate things were going, he was eventually going to cross the line and fuck things up permanently.

That same evening, though, he and Brad ended up at a bar way past everyone else, and they were several beers in and everything was pleasantly loopy, and Brad just gave him that fucking smile and said “This is nice.” Nothing else, nothing crazy, but just enough to make Ray’s heart swell and think well maybe

“Brad, listen, there’s something I–uh, something I’ve been meaning to say…” Ray started. Brad raised an eyebrow to indicate he was listening, and Ray took a deep breath and–panicked. “You’re a giant fucking homo,” he concluded, and then put all his willpower into not smashing his own face against the bar.

“Awww,” Brad cooed. “Are you flirting with me, Person?”

Even Ray’s dumb broken brain new the answer to that question, but his dumb broken drunk brain perked up.

“Yes!” he blurted out, and Brad froze with his beer halfway to his mouth.

“Oh.” He set the glass down. “You’re pretty shit at it.”

“Yes.”

“Then again, your particular brand of English has never been fully comprehensible, between the hick vocab and the acid-laced conspiracy theory bullshit that is your brain, and I’m adept at deciphering it. So you can stay.”

“Is this fucking happening right now?” Ray asked, delighted, and Brad grinned.

“Did I stutter?”

anonymous asked:

[It was one of those Mondays. You woke up way passed your alarm clock and arrived 15 minutes late for work. As a result of your efforts, everything was rushed; your hair and makeup, even your outfit. Two mismatched pair of socks, fantastic. You were just about to call it a night and hang with a few coworkers but you got stuck working overtime. It was just about midnight when you finally got done. It was pouring rain and you had no umbrella. You decided to make a run for it when..]

“Where do you think you are going,” a gruff voice asked from behind you.  You turned to see Mr. Min pull his thick coat tighter around his neck to block the wind as his eyes bore into you.  “It’s raining.  Don’t you have an umbrella?”

“Oh?  Is it raining,” you fired back sardonically, your words laced with acid, and held your head out from under the protective reach of the awning of the building to collect a few icy rain droplets in your hand.  “I hadn’t even noticed,” you said dryly before you wiped your hand on his coat.  You didn’t notice as you dried your hand on his expensive coat but his eyes didn’t leave your face, a cruel punishment of his own doing.

He sighed and looked towards the street and the cars that drove down the street, small puddles had collected in the uneven pavement and the lights of the advertisements and street lights reflected off of them.  “I’ll take that as an emphatic, albeit sarcastic, ‘no’.  Where’s Jeon, then?  Shouldn’t he be here to take you home?”  His eyes focused on the perfect reflection the puddles created of the tacky fluorescent lights for a fraction of a second before rain droplets or car tires ruined the entire image.  His jaw was tight, his lips pursed, and once you had taken in his words your attention turned to the puddles as well, as if it would provide you some kind of insight into the mysterious and cold man.

“Jungkook had plans tonight.”

“Other plans.  I see,” he said and then fell silent.  You waited longer than you knew you should have.  You made a choice and you needed to be true to it you reminded yourself.  Just as you were about to turn and run down the street, the downpour having subsided if even only a little, a black car pulled in front of the building and Mr. Min sighed deeply from beside you.  “I suppose there’s no other choice then.  Get in, I’ll take you home.”


I know the prompt was just for three sentences but whoopsy doodle, I got caught up in it.  

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I watch the series, and I'm honestly baffled by how the writers make Eugene and Rapunzel's friendship/relationship so realistic with issues couples face in real life. I really hope to see them have a healthy friendship (even tho people erase him shipping Rapunzel with Cassandra) but idc, people can ship whatever they want. Speaking of Cassandra, what's that woman's issue? She doesn't open about herself but is quick to meddle into other people's affairs

Wow, that was a lot of stuff for one ask! lol

Here’s how the writers make it so realistic: the writers are real people, and they treat Rapunzel and Eugene like real people, instead of like stereotypes. They get into their heads and work out what a real person’s motivations and reactions would be instead of cliche, television reactions.

Rapunzel and Eugene already do have a healthy friendship, and we saw that in the first five minutes of Tangled Before Ever After. But yes, I’d like to see more of Rapunzel and Eugene spending quality time together, being goofballs.

The only affairs Cassandra is really meddling in is Rapunzel and Eugene’s relationship, but we have yet to see her actively tell Rapunzel that she shouldn’t be with Eugene. (She has told Eugene that she doesn’t like him for anybody, but there was no… serious trying to break them up from that statement, so much as the typical acid-laced banter.) She’s not really meddling, so much as making her opinion clear, which isn’t really the same thing. Asking Rapunzel to keep her secret despite the strain is was putting on the relationship was to protect her own hide, not to break them up.

“Cassandra v. Eugene” was on again last night, and watching the scene in the jail cell where they were talking about parents, she did talk a little, but she also pretty politely said, “I don’t really want to discuss this with you,” when she closed herself off. I think Eugene is more willing to be Cassandra’s friend than vice versa, but Cassandra seems pretty closed off in general, and you know what? She has every right to be. No one is required to share things about themselves that they don’t want to share. Even Rapunzel has things she’s not talking about. I’m actually not mad at Cassandra for saying, “No thanks, we’ve reached my limit of sharing.”

I do feel that she interprets much too much of what Eugene says as self-centered. I actually didn’t find any of the things he said he wanted for Rapunzel in Tangled Before Ever After to be self-centered, because they were all focused on Rapunzel’s happiness. It wasn’t like he said he wanted Rapunzel to be a good princess and to fit in. But Cassandra’s knee-jerk reaction was to accuse him of not thinking about what Rapunzel wants.

Eugene: I want Rapunzel to be happy.
Cassandra: Yeah? Well, what about what Rapunzel wants?
Me: … Does Rapunzel not want to be happy?

And in the jail cell, I can see Eugene’s point of view. He was a criminal a good chuck of his life. He actually very likely has a good chance of knowing what he’s talking about when it comes to prying doors open. And Cassandra turned that around on him, saying everything was about him again, because he wanted to show her the best place to put the jack.

So her issue here seems to be a refusal to let Eugene be right. But their fighting like cats and dogs relationship is not entirely on her shoulders.