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.”

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)


*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.

Notes Aren't Necessary.

(Like before, I’m leaving the teacher anon so you can imagine it as anyone you want)

“Y/N? Will you go next door to the printer and grab me the notes I just printed?” His eyes meet yours from behind his computer screen. You nod shyly. You were typically a shy person. Barely talked. Didn’t have many friends. But you got upset easily. Very easily. You stood up and pushed your chair in. Making your way to the classroom next door where the printer was located. You looked to where the papers were pushed out but there was only one paper that he instructed you to get. You grabbed it and waited a little while to see if more print out but none do. You make your way back to his classroom. It felt like people were staring at you. You hand him the paper and he furrows his eyebrows. “There was only one.” You whisper. “Hm. That’s odd. I printed 32.” He shrugs. “I’m sorry.” A lump began to form in your throat. He quickly noticed that you were getting upset. “Hey. It’s okay. You don’t have to get upset.” He quickly tries to calm you down. “Is she seriously getting upset over that? What an attention seeker.” A boy jokes. Making his whole table roar in laughter. You turn around and make your way out of the classroom and down the hall. Tears beginning to pour from your eyes. “Seriously guys? Go to the office.” Your teacher growls at the boys. They all sigh and stand up and gather their stuff to exit. “I’ll be back in a minute. Amy will you show them how to do it on the board?” He asks his student-teacher that was present. She nods and stands up. He makes his way out of the classroom and walks the way you did.

He finds you by hearing your harsh intakes of breath. He sits down next to you. “I’m sorry if I did anything to provoke you getting upset.” He tries to soothe you. “It wasn’t you.” You whisper. Wiping your eyes. He turns toward you more and pushes your hair out of your face. “You shouldn’t worry about them Y/N. What they say doesn’t matter.” He whispers. “It starts to sting more everytime they say it. Like their words are laced with acid.” You suck in harshly. “Calm down. You’re going to get sick.” He whispers. Lifting your head with his fingers. “Can I hug you?” You whisper. He wraps his arms around your waist, yours around his neck. “Now come back to class. I already have those boys written up. They won’t be there when we get back.” He slides his hand down your back. Helping you up. You both make your way back into the classroom. You take your seat at your empty table and he continues the lesson.

The next day you sat down at your seat. Like usual. The period went by quickly. Your teacher asked you to stay after. After, you make your way toward his desk. “Did you need me for something?” You ask. “I just wanted to talk to you about a few things. Take a seat.” He motions to the chair a student had previously set at his desk when he was helping them with their homework. “Your grade has been going down in my class Y/N. I just want to know why.” You shrug. You didn’t want to get upset. “Don’t get upset alright. I’m just curious.” He moves hair out of your face like he had done before. Making a light blush cover your cheeks. “Why do you get upset so easily Y/N?” He whispers. Rolling his chair closer to you. “I don’t know. I’m just really sensitive I guess.” You shrug. “You’re very pretty Y/N.” He whispers. You smile lightly, blushing harshly. Looking down to your feet. He places 2 of his fingers under your chin and lifts your head. Leaning into you and placing his lips against yours gently. You close your eyes tightly moving your lips against his. Sliding his hand up your thigh. The skirt to the uniform you wore, riding up. “Mr. T/N. I can’t do this with you. My mom is waiting.” You whisper. “Tell her you have to come back in to finish a test.” He groans. “I can’t. I have something at 5.” You whisper. “Alright.” He whispers. “I’ll see you later Pretty Lady.” He chuckles. You blush and wave at him as you exit the classroom. He was willing to loose his job for you. The next day you weren’t there. He was curious. And nervous because he thought it was because of him. He was surprised to see that later in the class he received an email from you. Stating that you were out because you weren’t feeling good. When in reality you were upset about what some kids had texted you the previous day. But he didn’t need to know that. The next day you were there when he called for roll. And he asked you to stay after to ‘collect the assignments you missed’. You knew that wasn’t why. Toward the end of class you began to get nervous. Would he touch you like only a select couple of others have? Would it feel different? But thinking about it couldn’t have been any close to what it actually felt like. The last few minutes pass and he let’s the class out a few minutes early. Closing the door after they leave and locking it behind him. You’re standing in front of him. Heart pounding in your chest. He steps forward and places his hands on your hips. “Ready to finish what we started, princess?” He whispers in your ear. Arising chills down your body. “I’ve been waiting for this for a really long time.” He clutches the hem of your shirt and lifts it up a bit so he can grasp your skirt. “You seem to be the only student of mine that can pull this off so well.” He growls as he pulls it down your body. Sliding to his knees as he did so. Sliding his tongue against your clothed core. Watching as you stare ahead to avoid eye contact. Eye contact with him made you weak. You run your fingers through his hair. Whimpering out quietly. He grabs the hem of your panties with his fingers and pulls them down your legs slowly. Running his tongue through your folds gently. As he feels you clench more, he stands up. He lifts you up by your thighs and places you on a desk behind him. Lifting your legs up around his waist. He lines himself up with your entrance and thrusts into you, stopping as he hears you whimper. “I can pull out if you want me to.” He whispers. You shake your head and move yourself closer to him and he pushes in the rest of the way, bottoming out. You let your head fall back and you stare at the ceiling. As he continuously buries himself inside of you. “Mr. T/N!” You gasp quietly. He only smirks, thrusting into you harshly, plowing himself directly into your soft spot and you go limp beneath him. Whimpering. He’s at loss for words because out of all of the times he’d been with women, none had ever been so vulnerable and at his mercy. Ever. He could feel you clenching. He could feel your stomach churning. Your thighs clenched and unclenched harshly. He knew you were almost to your high. He leans into you. You could feel his stubble slide against your neck? arising chills. “Come for me.” He growls thrusting into you harshly. A couple thrusts after, you finally let go. Legs shaking. Gasping harshly. A whimper escapes his lips as he releases himself inside of you and you found it very attractive. “Now for those notes that I missed out on?” You ask blushing with a smile. He pulls out of you. “Notes aren’t Necessary.”

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.”

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.


Hello my name is Ashley Martin. I am entering the teen wolf creature feature contest. I am a training special effects makeup artist and this is a great opportunity for me. The creature I am introducing you to today is a gargoyle. Gargoyles are very strong and very weather resistant. They can withstand  extreme heat and fire and strong winds as well as rain. Their skin is extremely tough. There bones are infused with an organic chemical compound that mimic granite. Therefore the gargoyles body is extremely heavy.  With a height of 5'3 an average female may look like she weighs 115lbs but in actuality the density of her bones cause her weight to be closer to 450lbs. Gargoyles are not the fastest creature in the world there heavy body weighs them down but what they lack in speed they make up for in strength.  Gargoyles have many powers and are very aloof. They are known for spying on others. Some of the powers that the possess are there strength due to the bones of the creature that are infused with the granite like substance, the velocity of a single punch could take a head right off of it shoulders. Their jaw opens to max of 180 degrees, which is much larger then the average human or other creature. They also have the ability to see through the skin. They can see the bone structure and internal organs of the person or creature that they are observing. Gargoyles come in a variety of shapes and sizes. Some gargoyles have wings while others don’t and some have horns and back spine while others don’t. Most gargoyles do have sharp teeth, sharp claws, pointed ears, pale skin and a long barbed tail. There eyes also come in a variety of colors. Unlike werewolves the color of a gargoyles eyes does not determine their social status. There eyes have a black sclera with a colorful iris.  Gargoyles that have horns and wings are the most revered. But also unlike werewolves, Gargoyles are born with there features and are unable to change there social standing. They can not steal or be granted to them. The wings on a gargoyle are extremely strong as they have to carry the gargoyles heavy body. In most cases the wings are quite large.  gargoyles are normally solitary but will find a mate and in most cases they will be with that mate for life. Gargoyles are very vengeful creatures. They have a quick temper and are ones who will hold a grudge for a great while. They age slower than a human would, but not as slow as a kitsune would age. Gargoyles do have their weaknesses they are extremely vulnerable to acid and electric shock. A highly concentrated hydrofluoric acid attack might be deadly to a gargoyle. The acid would burn through there tough skin and destroy there bones. When the bones are damaged it takes a extremely long time to heal. Gargoyles are a formidable match for any opponent. Bullets do not phase it unless they are laced with acid. If engaged in hand to hand combat they will most likely be the victor due to there brute strength.  To sum it up in short do not piss off a gargoyle or else you will get your skull bashed in and your limbs torn from your body. :)

The pictures and description above are to be used only in the teen wolf creature feature contest and it’s affiliates. All photos belong to me (Ashley Martin) and are not to be used without my permission. They are a mix of Special effects make up and Photoshop. Any questions please contact me. I am currently enrolled in school to be a special effects makeup artist so this is a huge opportunity for me! I would do anything to have this on my resume. This is incredible! Thank you so much for looking and I would love any feedback thanks!