apart of my old life

Imagine an apartment complex of just witches.

You have the main lobby on the first floor, pretty standard stuff. The second floor up there’s individual apartments. Some live alone, some live with roommates or partners.

The top floor is a penthouse converted into a community lounge/rec room. Outside there’s a balcony with a mini garden full of little pots containing different herbs and flowers.

The penthouse has stairs up to the roof. There’s a little greenhouse-like room when you first walk up the stairs and takes up like a third if the space.
Outside on the roof there’s a small pool, and there’s the most perfect view of the city.

On full moon nights, the combination of the moonlight with the city lights is simply electrifying. On those nights everyone is welcome to group rituals/feasts/bbq, just bring your fair share.

Imagine an apartment complex for just witches.

Conversation from the kitchen I heard

Roommate: Why is there a donut in the trash?

Boyfriend: Because I put it there.

Roommate: Why?

Boyfriend: Because the jelly tasted like shit.

Roommate: You’re a bitch. You’re such a goddamn fucking cunt. What the fuck?

I was inspired to try and find the oldest piece of writing I hadn’t deleted and it’s from right after I turned 14. It… is the most pretentious thing… omfg. I was so proud of this shit. It was my featured deviation, back when the dA lit community was active and cool. I thought I was a fucking prodigy. At least I can confirm that my obsession with girls who have boy names and kiss girls has been ongoing for at least twelve years.

anonymous asked:

Where do angels come from in the Ghoul Grumps AU? I mean, are they born that way? If so, how does immortality work?Would they age like that? The other possibility I can think of is the classic die and go to heaven. If that's the case, things are gonna get sad.

Angels n demons are the only ones who arent born, theyre created if that makes sense. Like suddenly they just, existed :o The actual forms they have look the same until theyre killed but they can change their human appearance at will (which i can imagine ross would abuse for the sole purpose of confusing ppl).

Theyre immortal and new ones are hardly ever made. But theyre still common enough that you can see them roaming cities out in the open. Some of them choose to stay isolated but alot of angels are like ‘fuck that noise lmao’ and meld in with society. Maybe it was a big deal in the past to see such a holy (or unholy) creatures walking among them but now, its just apart of life 

and i know its OLD and my writing was absolute shit, but if you want to, you can look up the reincarnation au on my blog for more deets about Ross and his immortality :>

i’m going to share some thoughts about having mice in my apartment and i’m going to use the words “mouse/mice” and “rat/rats” interchangeably. and i know they’re different, like, creatures, but i’m using “rat” as more of a slur for “mouse”. because i don’t like them. i know there are people who have pet mice and they have like white fur with pink tinges around all their various holes and openings and stuff, and i’m not trying to offend you and your pet that crawls all over your chest, but if you get down with a roi de rats you might want to skip this. i’ve also spoken to my super about this stuff already etc. anyways here’s ~2,000 unedited words on rats.

we have rats. fucking rats, man. i’ve struck a horizontal line on the household pest bingo card. ants. that’s free space, everyone has ants at some point. bed bugs, fucking bed bugs. bed bugs are a kind of pest that change your personality long after they’re gone. they leave a scorch mark on your ancestral dna. 60 million years from now a scientist is going to point at a gene sequence on a hologram computer and go, “yeah right here is where it all started going wrong for this species, if you’ve ever wondered why you’re always scared of dark pieces of lint and your bed is 4 feet off the ground, this uh, this is why.” uh lizards and bats when i lived in florida, whatever, the point is that rats were always the end, the final frontier. the thing you only see on tv. now the only thing i have left is like, you ever hear about those stories that are like, “nanny cam footage reveals how an old japanese woman lived in this couple’s house undetected for 20 years!” that’s all i have left. haunted blonde twins with white eyes, that’s my new rats.

it all started, well i was at work, so like, already my soul was in a weakened state. like my spirit was extra susceptible to the universe fucking with it. i was at work and i got a text message from my girlfriend. it went something like, “i don’t want to freak you out, but i think i just saw a mouse in the apartment.”

and that text message, it marked the Before of my old life and the After that is my life trapped in rat crime city. my brain chemistry altered after reading those words. unknowingly it altered, because i was in denial at first, obviously. in fact my first reaction was to text back, “were you falling asleep at the time?” because sometimes when you’re falling asleep you’ll see weird, scary shit, right? like a demon sitting on your chest or something.

well whatever, i worked the rest of my shift in a daze and eventually, somehow, hours later found myself kneeling in an aisle of duane reade that i had only ever visited once before to buy fly traps. because i’ve had flies, and i bought a cute little fake apple to kill fruit flies. the apple of death, i was the purple witch to the fly sleeping beauty. whatever. i was kneeling because even in the aisle dedicated to killing the vermin of nyc, they put the rat stuff on the bottom shelf, not even the bottom shelf, like the space under the bottom shelf. because it’s so shameful. it’s rat killing merch and a dusty can of blueberry redbull that rolled under there five months ago. it was one step away from buying weapons from a guy in a dark alley. i was there kneeling, hunched over, like in prayer to the altar of the god of rat death. and the hovering, infinitely black orb flashed red and answered my prayers by unfurling like a rose and in the center of the strange petals was a poison trap.

so i bought the poison trap and here’s what i thought the poison trap did. i thought the rat walked inside of a little room, ate poison, and then somehow the door locked behind him and he just died in a shitty little poison rat studio apartment. upon getting home my girlfriend informed me that how it actually works is, the rat eats the poison disguised as delicious food, and then just goes and dies randomly some time later, probably in a hard to reach spot in the room where i live. 

side note. i pay too much money to live in a very small space because i feel aimless and lost and i’ll do things like move to a city to try and find meaning in my life, uh, rats have miles and miles of subway tunnels to live in. go, go be in them. get away from me.

so i returned to the altar of the god of rat death and prayed once more to the giant, hovering, infinitely black orb, and i said, “you fucking sold me- what is this trap for? give me the classic mouse traps, my god. i thought rat trap technology had evolved. just give me the regular cartoon thing made out of wood.”

they had two kinds of those, the classic retro wooden clap trap, and some more modern looking grey plastic one that looked like a building from command and conquer or some shit. i bought a bunch of both. i dropped mad stacks on rat traps.

i’d also like to comment on how the old fashioned traps, the wooden ones, they say on the package, “pre-baited” but when you look at them, at the spot where the bait would be, there’s nothing. like i looked at a couple and i was like, “where is the bait?” the little platform where you’re meant to put the bait is shaped like a tiny slice of swiss cheese, holes and all. that’s what they mean by “pre-baited. like what kind of acme logic is that? pre-baited with a cartoonish wedge of swiss cheese? rats don’t know what swiss cheese is! rats aren’t fucking born with an innate knowledge of swiss cheese. they don’t know that humans think they specifically like the cheese with the holes!! that’s not real. rats eat fucking glue and garbage and shit! by that logic an elephant trap would have a big plastic peanut on it. that’s not pre-baited!! bear traps don’t have pots of honey on them!!!

we decided to use the modern-y, plastic-y clap traps. you bait these in a little hatch and then when the rat lifts up the lid, it snaps down and breaks their neck. like if i opened my fridge and inside there was a spring-loaded metal bar that just swung out and clothes lined me to death. we baited them with peanut butter. which uh, marked the jar in my head as “rat peanut butter.” like it was new and i opened it for the traps and i don’t think i’ll use it now. like i can’t put a dollop of jif into a plastic death trap and then spread it on some ritz crackers. not appetizing. but hey, only the best name brands for my rat buds, eh? choosy daniels choose jif. you think they’d prefer crunchy over smooth? you think rats keep their peanut butter in the fridge?

side note again. my girlfriend pointed something out to me that was apparently rat droppings. a little black like, bit of dirt behind the sink. i was like, “that’s what that is? i’ve seen that every day, i just thought it was like, crud? you know? like schmutz, like just dirt that builds up from being alive and walkin around and shit. that’s what that is?” it blew my mind.

three days passed, alright? every day i woke up and went to go check the traps like some kind of fucked up easter egg hunt. four little sections of my tiny apartment where i can’t go anymore. my girlfriend had since gone home for vacation. i was alone, i was convinced there was no rat.

on the fourth day i woke up. rat in the trap. big fucking rat. not really a rat, it was a mouse, but like i said, well, to me, a rat. i froze. i knew i was going to be late for work. once i was late for work because i had to psych myself up to pick up a dead roach. a rat? that has a spine and an immune system and shit. i thought i was just gonna call and quit. here’s the real twist though. i looked over at the other trap and did a fucking double take. there was another rat. two, i caught two in one night. it really looked like a mom and a baby. everyone i’ve told this to, at this point they get sad thinking about a mom and a baby, but it just freaks me out more. rats don’t have one baby, they have a bunch. for all i know my apartment is a poorly staffed rat daycare right now. 

me picking up the traps with the rigid dead rat bodies isn’t important, just gross, but it’s something i had to do that i didn’t think i’d ever do, so there’s that. add that to my wheelhouse.

how did we even get rats? we’re clean, don’t leave out food, no british ships had docked in my fucking living room. (why isn’t there a stereotype of the arrival of british people coinciding with the arrival of rats? isn’t that how rats got to hawaii?) the only thing i can pin it to is construction they were doing down a manhole on our street. maybe that displaced them. would i have preferred to have four ninja turtles crashing on my couch? no, i don’t want anything from the sewer being displaced refugees in my apartment.

but now we’re all caught up. because this is where i am. i live in fear. when the sun sets i just go to bed because rats are nocturnal and i figure i’d better give them enough night time hours to kill themselves in my traps. like i just don’t stay up anymore and then i dread going out into the living room in the morning. 

i got home from work last night and pulled out everything from under the sink. taking a tip from a coworker, i taped up the holes in the back of the cabinet where the pipes from the sink meet the walls. you’re supposed to use steel wool because they can’t chew through it. all i had was purple duct tape left over from when i went through a duct tape wallet phase four years ago. so i was dripping sweat in my apartment with the ac off so i could hear rats trying to sneak up on me. i was shirtless, wearing jeans, my most rat bite-proof pants, a child’s headlamp so i could see under the sink, and wearing leather gloves. why was i wearing the leather gloves? because if i saw a rat and somehow i caught it in my bare hands i wouldn’t have the courage to crush it, but the leather glove would empower me to choke the life out of it i guess. yeah, shirtless, jeans, leather gloves, child’s headlamp, and a roll of purple duct tape. like a shitty sexy calendar miner. this is my life forever now, i guess. at night i dream from the perspective of the rats. i am them. where do you see yourself spending your last moments on earth if you’re a rat? rolling green hills, the feeling of wind gently running through your fur. in the distance are ancient ruins being overrun by moss. vestiges of a forgotten time. and now time would forget you too. something like that? no please i’m a rat and i want to die surrounded by some loser 25 year old’s shitty ikea furniture. i can’t go back to the way it was. i hate rats.

I hope to be happy in the future. Living in a beautiful old apartment with the love of my life waking up late on Sunday mornings cooking golden pancakes and making warm coffee. I cannot wait to dance and sing in the car with my girlfriend to old songs on the way to work. I cannot wait to feel the adrenaline rush of bending down on one knee to my girlfriend and watch her beautiful face light up with joy. I hope I bloom into a beautiful kind and caring person by the side of my wife. I hope to be a traveller of this beautiful world we live in. I hope to be able to spread kindness and to receive it in every way possible. I hope to help the less fortunate when I can. I hope to start a gorgeous garden and watch the flowers grow just like I do. I hope to be successful in my work, to take pride in what I do and work my hardest in all aspects. I hope to come home from work to my beautiful wife painting her nails in the sunshine outside. I hope to give every trace of love to my beautiful wife and make her feel like she is a work of art in a gallery on a busy street. I can’t wait to treat my wife like gold. I can’t wait to make people feel happy. I cannot wait to feel at one with nature and myself. I cannot wait and until I experience all of those gorgeous moments I will dream until I do. I will get there, I will.

hey Taylor!! my name’s Amberlie and you make my heart so happy! I’ve never met you but you’ve been apart of my life since I was 8 years old. You were apart of dance parties in my living room, heart breaks in my bedroom, and everything in between. You’re my favorite person and I can’t wait to run to your arms and give you the biggest hug someday soon I hope. I’ve grown up listening to you and I’ll certainly grow old listening to you. Here’s to our newly found pure happiness. I love you always ❤️
- Amberlie

The Light in the Dark

TITLE: The Light in the Dark

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being blinded in an accident while helping S.H.I.E.L.D., you live in the Tower with everyone but dread the way they treat you like a helpless child. When Loki arrives on Midgard to carry out the rest of his sentence he becomes curious with your condition and how you manage to read and such. Over the months the two of you grow closer than the others thought possible. You come to love him without ever seeing him. 

RATING: Teen and Up

It had been a bad week. Your sleep had been interrupted with repeats of what you had experienced, and as a result; you were slightly clumsy and had double figure new bruises from colliding with things. As well as that, you had been declined for an assistance dog based on your living area. The organisation in charge felt it was too risky for a dog to reside in Stark’s building, considering the nature of Tony’s work; it disheartened you substantially, not that anyone would know, since you had not seen anyone in days. The Avenger’s were on different assignments, both official and personal, and however the fates had decided, you had not come in contact with Loki in that time either. You wondered what floor he was on, wondering should you go and thank him again for all he had done in protecting you. All in all, loneliness, annoyance, frustration and the resulting stress and bad eating and sleeping meant you were like a grizzly bear with a toothache.

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Please take a moment and look at all these selfies of Tom and love him with me.

Yo I need a place to live

Hello I am Zach Hix aka NLTM dot biz and I’m going to be exceedingly real right now.

I need somewhere to live.

For the past year and a half I’ve been living in a small studio apartment in RI with my dad and sister, and it’s been cramped, terrible, there’s been no privacy, and it has made me extraordinarily unhappy. My dad is running out of money and it’s become increasingly obvious that my sister is going to put in no effort (as she has the past 5 years) to help, so I have very little options, and the most direct one is to get out. I had some other plans lined up and didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but those plans fell through and I really don’t have any other choice.

I don’t care where I have to go, literally anything, anywhere, will be a step up. This house is old, decrepit, and falling apart, my life has been in shambles both creatively and socially, and I’m reaching my breaking point.

Ideally, I would be somewhere else by the time this semester ends at the end of december/early january. I’ve been saving up money to help however I can financially, and will look for work as soon as I’m able. I don’t care about quitting school to get out, that’s not important right now.

Signal boost if you want. I’m looking for places locally too but the further away and fresher the start I can get, the better.

anonymous asked:

Do you consider yourself a positive or negative influence? Why?

I actually have a lot to say about this. 

My mother passed away when I was 9 years old, and after that my life fell apart. I practically grew up without her, in a dysfunctional family… I saw a lot of shit that a young girl and teen shouldn’t have to see. I had been dealing with depression since I was about 13, but I suffered in silence. My family pretty much backed away when I was a teenager… everyone who was always in my life when my mom was alive and when she was sick suddenly disappeared. I didn’t really have any womanly figures in my life. When I was about 16 - 20 I began partying a lot, I loved drinking, going to raves and parties. I HATED being home on the weekends. I felt lost as to who I was and what my goals were. I would always say “I’m going to die by the time I’m 25 so who the fuck cares.” When my depression and eating disorder got really bad I wanted to kill myself and actually attempted. Those were such dark times for me…. but throughout it, even at my lowest points, I was never an awful person. I was still kind to people I encountered in person, I was never a fighter, I would still try to help people when they came to me with their problems. I still had so much love in me. I still always wanted to be in nature, I still wanted to live at times and not continue destroying myself… but I was so lost in my sadness and anger that it was all I saw and felt. 

I used to get some messages on tumblr back when I was at my lowest saying I was a horrible influence on some of the people who follow me and look up to me. Apparently my partying, recreational drug use, and depression made me a bad influence. It really upset me because I was just trying to live MY life and get through the day. I wasn’t trying to be this inspirational role model who spreads positivity because I barely even wanted to live. Those people just didn’t understand how much depression can cripple you. BUT I was never one to spread negativity aimed at one person, I never sent people nasty anon messages, I never purposely tried to hurt anyone. That in itself is positivity even when things were nothing but negative in my life. 

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I was never a negative influence even though others may have thought so out of ignorance. I was just trying to live my life, not completely give up and end it. How people take my being is up to them. They can choose to be positively or negatively affected by it, I’m not forcing anyone to follow me and be in my life. But I do think the fact that I’m still around says a lot and I hope it inspires others to keep pushing through the bad even when things look like they’re not going to get better. 

oklahomasky1995  asked:

Three word prompt: Tired of Bullsh*t

“Man, I’m tired of this bullshit!” Esposito threw down his pen and leaned back in his new desk chair.

“Javi, keep it down, she’ll hear you!” Ryan remained hunched over his paperwork, casting furtive looks into Beckett’s office where his new Captain could be seen frowning at her computer screen through the open blinds.

“Good. Let her. I’m not scared of Beckett,” Espo shrugged, posturing, and Ryan suppressed an eyeroll. He knew for a fact his partner was lying, but it wasn’t worth pointing out.

“What are you going to do about it?” he asked instead. “They’re adults, and it’s their marriage. Has nothing to do with us.”

Esposito leaned forward. “Except it does. They’re our friends. And Beckett being happy is now the whole 12th’s concern. Our overtime pay is dependant on her mood now.”

Ryan nodded sagely. With Number Two on the way, small bonuses like overtime made a big difference. “What’s your plan?”

“Lock ‘em up together, make ‘em talk,” Esposito replied promptly.

Ryan leaned back, folding his arms smugly. “Oh, really? Where are we gonna do that, huh? Beckett has the keys to more of this place than either of us.”

Espo opened his mouth to respond automatically, then paused as he struggled to come up with anything to overcome his partner’s rebuttal. “Fine, then, how would you do it?” he finally snapped.

“Not that way. Marriage is more delicate than that, man. No wonder you’re single,” Ryan shook his head at his partner.

Esposito’s nostrils flared. “Or maybe I’m just too much man for one woman, Honeymilk.”

Ryan simply smirked. He knew better than to respond to the jab. “I go home to the love of my life every night. Not a shoebox apartment filled with old pizza boxes and Mrs. Hernandez upstairs screaming at her husband.

Esposito waved his hand in dismissal. “You’re straying from the point. What do we do about Castle and Beckett?”

“Nothing. It’s not our business,” came the prompt reply, as Ryan picked up his pen to keep going with the form he was working through.

Esposito sent him a withering look. “Seriously, bro?”

Ryan didn’t even glance up. “What do you want me to say?”

Esposito huffed, grabbing his baseball and passing it back and forth between his hands. “What if it was Jenny who tossed you out without telling you why? What would you want to happen so you could talk?”

Ryan paused, pen hovering above the page, and let out a long breath. “Not comparable. Jenny’s a completely different person to Beckett.”

“Come on, you can think of something,” Esposito huffed. “Don’t make me ask Lanie.”

Ryan snorted, flipped the page and filling out more of the form. “Yeah, like she’d help.”

“She might. But that’s not the point. You’ve gotta help me here.” He stopped tossing the ball to lean forward earnestly.

Ryan gestured vaguely with his pen. “I don’t know, invite them both out for drinks without telling the other, then get out of there before things get awkward?”

Esposito slammed his baseball back in it’s holder, standing so suddenly his chair scooted back. “That’s perfect! You call Castle. Friday’s good, right? I’ll talk to Beckett. You’re a genius!” He ran off to tap on Beckett’s office door.

Ryan slumped over his desk, head in his hand. There was no way this was going to go well. Beckett was going to kill them both, and then bust them down to traffic. Castle would never lend them the Ferrari ever again, or sign any more books for Jenny’s grandma – the one thing that had charmed the old matriarch over at the start. He had too much to lose to go along with this.

On the other hand…

He thought about Castle and Beckett, and all they had been through, both separately and together.

With a sigh, he pulled out his phone, searched for Castle’s name in the contact list, and dialled.

Taylor Imagine For Anon (Part 2)

Part 1

I opened my mouth to tell him the truth. the truth on why i cut. because how my life fell apart…how me my 3 year old brother and my mother was in a car accident…how that damn truck hit us….how my brother and mom…died instantly and how my father just hates me, how he drinks every night, how he abuses me, and how he committed suicide on my 16th birthday, and now, i live with my uncle, luckily he was my favorite uncle…he was like my father, a good one though.

but i didnt tell taylor any of that. I can’t just tell him my lifestory..i barely knew taylor. only matt knew my life.

“Okay, uhm dont laugh okay?” i say slowly, trying to think of a reasonable lie on why my arm was bleeding and why i was tearing up so damn bad. “okay.” he said pulling out of the hug and putting his hand on my cheek. “well , uhh.. i actually got scratched by my …cat… and uh…at lunch, you grabbed my wrist, which to be honest hurt like hell, and uh i ran to the restroom tried to rub it with water and it just began to bleed…but it really really hurts! so that probably why i am crying.” i lied

Taylor nodded, but i could tell he didnt believe me. He pulled me into another strong hug, which confused me.

“ just tell me when you want to…” he whispered. i pulled out the hug and smiled at him before opening the door.

“bandages…” i said and began walking.

i went into the office room and asked for a bandage. they wrapped it around my arm and i walked out. i dont want to go to class… i said to myself. i stood outside in the halls debating to myself if i should go to class or not. i began walking the opposite way from class and walked towards my locker. luckily i still had my backpack on my back… i put everything away into my locker and began writing a note.

Matthew, tell the office i went home sick…i’ll be at yours today…need to talk to you. see you there. -y/n and i stuck the note in his locker

you usually just went to Matts, his family was like your family, they didnt really care if you just walked in their house and made mac ‘n ’ cheese, they just said hi and let you be.

I began walking out of the schools campus and made my way to matt’s. I reached his house in 7 mins or less. I took his house key out of my backpack and walked in.

“Hi MommaEspinosa” i said walking in. “Hi y/n. out of school early again?” she asked. “yeah, hard day, just need a break.” i said making my way upstairs to matt’s room.

I remember walking into his room and going on tumblr, then i must’ve fallen asleep cause i woke up an hour later. 3:12…matt should be home soon. i said to myself as i stood up to grab a shirt from his closet.

i took my jeans off and shirt, revealing my pretty good shaped body, not to brag, in just my bra and underwear.

right when i took his shirt off the hanger, Matt walked in.

“Oh shit..sorry y/n… i d-didnt mean to …” he said closing the door and turning away from me. i quickly put the shirt on and sat on his bed.

“you can turn around now you doof.” i said and he made his way and sat next to me.

“why’d you leave so early..?” he said staring at his feet. “matt…i miss my mom and jake (little brothers name)..” i could feel my eyes tear up.

matt took me into his chest and i sobbed. “shhh….its okay…im here….they are still here too…in your heart….” he whispered into my head and kissed it. “…just know i love you..” he whispered even softer.

“I wanted to tell taylor so bad…but i just couldnt..” i said then matthew released me.

“what? why would you need to tell taylor?” he said a bit angry. “looooong story…” i said wiping my eyes. “well explain….cause taylor just now became part of this.” i looked at him and he stood up crossing his arms over his chest.

i explained everything, how he hurt my wrists, it bled through my sleeve, the crying and hugging in the supply closet, and then that was the reason why i was at his house early and now.

“….y/n….you d-dont like taylor…do you?”

shit. i said to myself. do i like taylor?

-A/N sorry for the wait again..like there is something wrong with my computer, i seriously need a new one. like i spilled salsa on this computer….like wut, lol im waiting for my macbook so dont worry about the wait! lol. but here is the Tay Imagine 2 hope you likeed!-