Quit (Sia & Ariana Grande)
Ariana Grande & Sia
Quit (Sia & Ariana Grande)

Cashmere Cat - Quit (Ariana Grande & Sia Duet Version)

And you say that I’m the devil you know
And I don’t disagree, no, I don’t see the harm

They say, “You crazy, just leave him, he’ll suffocate you”
But I wanna be in your arms

They say, “No, don’t pick up the phone, let them think there’s nobody home”
But I’m under your spell
‘Cause when you call my heart starts to roll
I always want more
It’s my heaven, my hell

We’re heading deep
Inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet
But I can’t hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine

I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it
I know I’m gonna regret it

When you said, “Baby, I just want you to lay me down and we’ll fuck the pain away”
'Cause skin on skin, I feel nothing but the burning of desire
And that’s just foreplay

We’re heading deep
Inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet
But I can’t hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine

I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it
I know I’m gonna regret it

I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you, oh baby
I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you, oh babe
Gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it
I’m gonna regret it
I’m gonna regret it
(babe, babe, babe)
Gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it

Random Underfell headcanons #9

Hands, part 2:

Undyne is ambidextrous, but initially she was left-handed.

Alphys is Right handed.

Mettaton is left handed for their upper set of hands[yellow], right handed for their lower set of hands[red].

Asgore is left handed.

Grillby is right handed.

Muffet is a monster with multiple sets of arms and I dunno why you people ask me this so much I dunno she has a lot of arms I dunno okay 

Asriel is dead.

Joking, he was right handed.

[But he really is dead]


Requested Anonymously

Hardly my best work, but you flubbles seem to be fond of it, so here’s the shiny version…

He was watching you. You might never have noticed, but you caught him watching you just the other day. He was mad at himself for getting caught. He had been so careful, so cautious, just so that you wouldn’t realize. Now, you knew, and he was just waiting for you to say that you wanted to leave. After all, why would someone like you put up with a cranky, war-torn, old alien watching them all the time? Not that he watched you in your sleep or anything, but really.

Was it wrong, to be so attentive? He couldn’t help but wonder. For a Gallifreyan, it was a perfectly acceptable to express interest that way, but humans seemed to be split on the matter. He didn’t know what you would think about it.

Honestly, he had been restraining himself. Had he been courting you in the traditional Gallifreyan style, attentive wouldn’t even begin to cover it. But you didn’t know that he wanted to court you, you didn’t recognize all of the rituals he wanted to go through. He couldn’t think of an excuse to give you courting gifts, and it wasn’t as if he could pass such gifts off as casual. Courting gifts were supposed to be personal.

Well, at least there was the travel. You seemed to enjoy all of the strange, exotic planets. Those, at least, he could give you. He could give you galaxies. Not enough, he thought, but all he could give you without clueing you in to what he was doing. Not that he didn’t want you to know, but… he was a coward, really, and he couldn’t risk losing you. He had your friendship, and how could he sacrifice that? He would gladly sacrifice many things for your love, but what if he failed earning your love and lost your friendship at the same time?

No. Now was not the time to think about that. It was unthinkable, anyway. He was too far gone to consider it. He just needed to make sure that you wanted to stay on the TARDIS. If he could get you to willingly stay with him, then everything else could work out. Maybe. He hoped.

“Where are we going this time?” you asked, and he was instantly distracted by your smile. Smiling was good, very good, especially when it was for him.

“Somewhere special.”

This was a gift. You didn’t know, but this whole trip was a gift. Every trip was, but this one, as the Doctor said, was special.

“What, no name?”

The Doctor grinned at you, self-conscious of his ‘daft face’ but unable to resist giving you a smile. He enjoyed a smile from you, and he hoped that you enjoyed a smile from him. “I never named it, no.”

You blinked and ran that statement through your mind again. “What?”

“Just wait.”

The TARDIS rocked, and you nearly fell over, but the Doctor held your arm firmly. He cheered a little on the inside when you didn’t shrug him off or pull away. You seemed perfectly glad to let him touch you like this, and wasn’t that nice? Holding hands was one thing. It was just a habit, and a safety measure so that he could run and know you wouldn’t fall behind. And, it made him rather proud to say that you weren’t likely to run off when he was holding your hand. Whether that was good manners on your part or if you were less likely to stray when he was touching you, he didn’t know, but he hoped it was the latter.

“Was that a landing or just the usual turbulence?” you asked.

“A landin’,” the Doctor confirmed. “C'mon.” He tugged on your arm. “I’ve been dyin’ ta show ya this.”

You wanted to ask what he meant, but your voice was stolen away when he opened the TARDIS door.

A landscape of pristine snow stretched out before you, glowing under the light of a full, blue-tinged moon. The sky was clear, allowing you an unhindered view of stars, so many stars stuffed into the dark expanse, mingled with galaxy dust reminiscent of the Milky Way, but so much closer and more vibrant than anything that could be seen from Earth. Glowing crystals peeked out from the snow, all soft colors of rose and robin’s egg blue. In the distance, you saw the scraggly silhouette of a forest, and beyond that, the luminescent outline of a mountain range lit by the moon.

You had never seen anything so beautiful in your life.

Considering everything the Doctor had shown you before this, that was really saying something. You couldn’t quite believe this was real. You had seen so many strange things, some frightening, some beautiful, but this… oh. You could just stand here and look for forever.

You shivered in exhilaration, but the Doctor mistook it for chill. There was snow on the ground, after all.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

A cold breeze brushed across your face, and you blamed it for the way your cheeks flushed, because it certainly wasn’t the Doctor’s concern that made your face warm like that. Certainly not anything to do with the Doctor.  Not at all.

“Aren’t you?” you said.

“Nah. Here.” He swept his jacket off and draped it around your shoulders. “I don’t need it.”

You stared unabashedly even as you pulled his jacket tighter around your frame.


You tried your best not to smirk, but failed. “You’re practically naked.”

Oi!” the Doctor exclaimed, his hands flying to press defensively against his green jumper. “Am not!“

"Practically! I’ve never seen you without your jacket on!”

The Doctor almost made a retort, but trailed off as he realized you were telling the truth. He had never taken his jacket off around you. It hadn’t occurred to him before, but he almost didn’t feel right without it on. It was his armor. What also hadn’t occurred to him was that this might make you uncomfortable, or at least make him seem unapproachable. You had been so at ease with him lately, so open, and he hadn’t been just as open for you. That was hardly inviting, and when he was trying to get you to see him as more than a friend? That wouldn’t do. He would have to take it off more often… and give it to you. He liked the look of it; you wearing his jacket. Maybe that was male pride, but he didn’t care.

You slipped your arms into the sleeves so that the jacket wouldn’t slip off your shoulders. “This is amazing.”

“Really?” The Doctor didn’t know whether you were referring to the planet or… this. Whatever it was. This situation. Hopefully both.


“Y'know…” The Doctor grinned, eager for his big reveal. “No one else has ever been on this planet.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“You-” he grabbed your hand, “and I, are the only ones-” he took a step into the snow and prompted you to do the same, “-are the only ones to ever step foot on this planet. It’s impossible to get to, except for by TARDIS. This place doesn’t even have a name.”

You hadn’t followed him. With your hand still gripping his and the toes of your shoes on the very edge of the TARDIS threshold, you could only marvel at the scene and what the Doctor was telling you and… and how he looked with the most beautiful landscape in the universe shining behind him. “You’re kidding?”

“No!” His grin was going to break his face if it stretched any wider. “I discovered it in my first body and never showed it to anyone. ‘Til now.”

Now, that was a sobering statement. ”

"Why me?”

“Well… I explored some, of course, but there’s still so much left, and I decided to save it…” He stepped closer to you, close enough for him to hear the rush of your single heart and for you to see the way his eyes were shining. “I wanted to share it with someone special.”

You didn’t reply. You couldn’t. What could you say to that, other than those three forbidden words? I love you. But you couldn’t say that.

The Doctor’s smile vanished, and he suddenly looked very serious. “How long do you want to stay with me?”

“For as long as you want me to,” you answered without hesitation.

The smile was back, soft and easy.

“Forever, then?”

“Sounds good to me.” Please, forever. Forever would be perfect.

“Well then!” The Doctor’s grip on your hand tightened as he turned back out into the breathtaking landscape that was somehow even more beautiful with his confession of how much it meant to him. And to you, now, as you took your first step onto the snow. “I say we go exploring!”

“Good idea,” you agreed with a laugh at his innocent curiosity.

That ear-to-ear grin was back, and the Doctor leaned close to you with a gleam in his eye that you recognized.



и рвёт изнутри 
безумный псих. 
Как много в мире небоскрёбов, 
а я
не живу
в одном из них. 

А на другом
конце планеты
последний этаж из ста, 
и человек, 
живущий в этом,
тоже сильно устал.

И ярость
разрушает душу,
как всё хорошо
у тех
Как много на Земле избушек,
а он
не живёт
в одной из них.