bleach stained

Real advice

So a lot of you on here are teens and might be getting ready to be out on your own. Here are some things I learned the hard way or that are just good to know.

  • Never smoke or quit if you are currently. The cost of addictive smoking is more than half your groceries a month AND the bodily cost will surprise you.
  • Drink water. Yeah okay I know this one sucks but water is much much cheaper than soda, trust me. Your skin will thank you.
  • Send thank you cards. Don’t have any? Get the cheap ones and send those. It doesn’t matter how nice they are, the fact that you sent a thank you card matters. Send it for gifts, people calling you to check on you, those adults who helped you move, and even people who interview you.
  • Withhold 1. Okay so speaking of jobs, on your forms (US) where you are trying to figure out your tax withholding, put one. Yourself. It’s an easy way to make sure you don’t owe $2,000 in April and you still get a pretty decent check. 
  • No pets. If you don’t have a pet now, don’t get one. It’s super hard to get an apartment that will let you have a pet when you are first starting out. Wait until you are a bit older and can afford to rent more than a one bedroom apartment. 
  • Insurance. You’re young, so why do you need life insurance? Because that’s the best time to get it. Yeah, it’s a dumb expense to pay right now, but if you get it early, you can afford it. The longer you wait, the more expensive it is. Car insurance is going to be high for a few years, but it will drop around 22 and 25 years old. Health insurance usually comes through your job and please don’t ignore it. Renter’s insurance is usually pretty cheap and it covers you if there is a fire or natural disaster and you have to go back home to mom.
  • Off brand. This goes for food, clothing, makeup, and cleaning supplies and just about anything else you can think of. For food, Aldi’s is your best friend. I can go fill up a cart of just food and it will cost maybe $70. the same amount of food at Walmart is easily over $150. You can of course be picky, but try to get the majority of your food off brand. Hygiene products too. Goodwill is great for clothes, but plan a trip. Save like 60 bucks and drive near a big city where the rich people live. Go to the goodwill there. You can basically get an all new wardrobe for pennies on the dollar. Makeup is tricky. It can be really really expensive but you don’t really have to buy all of it name brand. Pick whats most important to you. I prefer eye shadows and lipsticks name brand and I deal with everything else from the drugstore. With he right techniques, you can make it look expensive. As for cleaning, I always use dollar tree stuff minus my laundry detergent because of allergies. Bleach, stain spray, and vinegar are gonna be your best friends,.
  • Car. Okay so yeah, that brand new car is nice and sure, maybe you can afford it. For now. Disaster will strike. Something will come up and bam, you’re stuck choosing if you want to walk everywhere or eat. Try getting a slightly used car, such as one of the ones they let people test drive a lot or a car that has previously been leased. Just as nice and much MUCH cheaper. And I have gotten THREE cars with no down payment so don’t let them tell you you can’t. But it is nice to put it down,even $100. 
  • Negotiate. Don’t be afraid to haggle with people. Yeah it’s intimidating but it’s 10 minutes of your life versus hundreds of dollars a year. What can you negotiate? Almost anything. Car payment. Rent. Insurance. Hospital bills. Even due dates for the bills you can’t negotiate on. Also, if something comes up where you have to skip a payment on something, call them. Give them like $25 and explain your situation. Ask if your payment date can be moved with the $25 as a goodwill promise to pay the rest later. It works. They would rather move your date than send you to collections. 
  • Collectors. Okay so this one is tricky. If you have fallen behind and owe a collector, don’t fret. I do too, even as I write this. Owing a collector means that the original service has been paid (health bills, credit card ect) and you are now paying the people who paid your bill. (I know it’s confusing) however, they will usually want the entirety of what they paid for you in 6 months. Meaning if they just paid a bill for you that was $3,000, they are gonna ask for $500 a month. That’s rent. That’s crazy. Tell them outright what you can afford and don’t lie about it either. If you can afford $100, tell them that. If you can afford $50, tell them that. If you can’t afford to pay them anything when they call you, let them know when you can. If you can’t afford it when you told them you could, don’t answer your phone to a number you don’t know. I know that sounds horrible but if you are renting an apartment, renting a car, and literally own nothing, they can’t do much to you. Just pay when you can and try to maybe pick up some extra shifts at work to make a payment. I have been dodging collectors for about three years. I owe I think three right now. I pay ONE of them a month, but it’s a large payment to keep them quiet for a while. I do not suggest this for you, I am just letting you know what I do.
  • Credit Cards. Okay, the big one. Many adults will tell you to never ever get a credit card and that’s just not feasible in this world. However, it can be addicting to be able to go to Walmart when you are negative in your bank account and get that $10 movie. I mean, it’s just 10 bucks right? WRONG. It will build up fast and soon the one credit card you have will be maxed. So you have to get another for emergencies. And another. And so on. So here’s my advice; Get a credit card through the same bank as your checking and tell them to put a limit on it and not let it raise. Then lock that sucker away and forget you have it until a real emergency comes up like a flat tire, short on money for groceries, or that collector that hasn’t been paid in 4 months. You can make it on one credit card if you are strict with your money, which I am sure you don’t have a lot of.
  • Budget. Speaking of money, write out a budget for yourself. Don’t know how? Here’s the easiest way. Most people get paid bi-weekly so here’s how to do it. Make two columns, Check 1 and Check 2. If you have a full time job you know about how much your checks are going to be so put the amount at the top of each column. Now that hard part - figure out what is due when. Is something due June 1st? Take it out of check 2 (end of May). Is something due May 14? Take it out of check 1 (beginning of May). That main thought process behind your budget is that you want to have the money for a bill set aside before it’s due. Paying a bill a few days early is a great way to make a good financial reputation for yourself and for some things even build credit. Now if you get paid bi-weekly, you will sometimes have a month where you get 3 checks. DON’T BLOW IT. Put it right back into your budget as Check 1 and keep the flow going. If you prepay bills, like your car or your rent or your credit card, and stay a month a head of those big ones, you may need that wiggle room later. If your car, for instance, is paid ahead 1 month, you can use the car money you would normally pay that month for maybe some extra groceries or some small emergency without using your credit card and you won’t even fall behind! You’ll just be back to owing every month instead of being ahead. It’s like a savings account without the temptation to blow the money. 
  • Simplicity. Enjoy simple things. A gym is expensive, go for a walk instead. Cable is expensive, pay for internet. Phones are expensive, get on a family plan (there is no shame in staying on your parent’s plan, just pay your share). Food is expensive, enjoy leftovers. Movies are expensive, go early and resist any snacks. Shopping is expensive, go to the mall and spend all day trying on cute clothes and taking selfes in the dressing room (makes you feel like a million bucks sometimes!). Time is expensive because you don’t have a lot of it so If you want to stay in bed all day on your day off, do it. If you want to binge on your day off, do it. If you want to just play board games with friends on a Saturday night with a few beers, do it. Simple fun is way better for your pocket and your anxiety.
  • Mental Health  - speaking of anxiety, make sure you take care of your brain. Go outside, even if it means sitting on your steps. Wake up early, even for just an hour. Don’t burn yourself out at work or school because you will suffer the consequences. Make a schedule. If you have trouble with timekeeping, ask for help. If you feel you do have a real mental disorder, see if your employer has what’s called and EAP program (employee assistance program). They usually help you find a mental health provider and give you a few visits for free. This will help you narrow down what exactly you have and after you’re free visits are up you can see who is in your health insurance network that can provide you the mental care you need. if you are prescribed drugs, always get generic. If there is no generic, ask for an alternative. I will not lie to you, mental health is the hardest thing to treat. It took me 8 years and a lot of money to figure out the right medication cocktail for me and my bipolar/ schizophrenia (yes I have both). Turns out I only need two pills, and if I were to refill both of them right now, I wouldn’t even pay $10 thanks to my health insurance (which sucks but at least it’s there) and because I got generics. Also, talk therapy can be pricey but sometimes only a few sessions can change your life. I have literally only been to talk therapy 11 times in my life and that was to deal with PTSD, bipolar, schizophrenia, and suicidal tendencies. 11 sessions. That’s 11 hours. And yeah, I paid over $400 out of pocket for those collectively. But if I hadn’t I would probably be dead right now so it was worth it.
  • Connections. Calling your friends is awesome because sometimes, it’s free therapy. And okay, maybe you’re 19 and you still have a horrible relationship with your parents. It’s okay. I am 25 and I still have problems with my parents. My whole family actually. Social media is a kind of safety net for me because that’s where I can be myself. Find where you can be yourself, it will help you stay sane.
  • Clean. Sometimes when I feel crappy, I take a shower. I clean the living room. I do the dishes. I vacuum. I mop. I open the windows. I get the trash out of the house. Change into some clean clothes. Organize my desk. Clean out your closet and put all your unwanted clothes in bags to donate. Just a small amount of cleaning can make you feel like you accomplished something. 
  • Hobbies. This one is a little hard too. It depends on your personality, your budget, and how much free time you have. Drawing , singing, and writing are free. Exercising can be free if you run or walk in the park. But most hobbies do actually cost money. Video games, playing an instrument, painting, sewing, cooking/baking, making things - those all cost money. Some of them lots of money. But you have to have a hobby outside of social network, sleeping, and working. It’s another thing to keep you sane and it’s just a good idea.
  • Toxic people. Do not be afraid to cut people out of your life that do nothing but make you feel bad about yourself or insult your life. This could mean breaking up with your partner, unfriending a person from your social circle, cutting out a whole circle of people, or even not talking to a relative(s). It’s not easy for some people but if they do not build you up, they will only tear you down. 
  • Drink at home. Okay so this one might sound like a no brainer, but I’ll explain it anyway. Packs of beer and hard liquor bottles are cheaper than a pint and a shots at the bar. Bottles of wine are cheaper than a glass at a restaurant. It’s never okay to drive drunk or even after one bottle of beer. NEVER. Staying at home is cheaper all around and you can drink in your pajamas while watching Finding Nemo on loop. Or invite some friends over and create a drinking game out of a show, a game you already have, or just talk and drink. 
  • Sleep. This one is so important. You need a good bed and a quiet, dark place to sleep. If you are scared of the dark, get a night light. Can’t sleep in silence? Get a fan. I have both of these and they help. You’re brain will feel tired if you ‘slept’ for 12 hours but only got 1 hour of REM. REM can really only happen every night if you are in a calm and dim environment. Quality of sleep will effect your eating habits, your emotional state, your mental stability, and your ability to make rational decisions among other things. 

So these are obviously just a few things, but I feel they are important to share. Please feel free to add any and reblog it for those about to enter adulthood. 

Morning Shenanigans

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: A sexual joke?

You woke up, wrapped in your favorite werewolf’s arms. Slowly, as to not wake him, you moved to face him. His snores were all that greeted you. Godric, sometimes you could swear that you felt the house shake.

You quietly enjoyed how calm Remus looked in his sleep. He wasn’t stressed or tired anymore. There was a hint of his mischievous youth that managed to pepper his features.

Still, this simple pleasure always had a short time frame. You nuzzled against him, noticing the small smile that he tried to suppress. With a grin you pressed kisses to the scar that ran across his lips.

He chuckled quietly, the arm he had around your waist pulled you closer. “That’s a lovely way to wake up,” he spoke, his voice thick with sleep.

“You have a lovely face to wake up to,” you shot back playfully. He ticked your sides, loving the sound of your laughter in the morning. “Stop it!” You giggled, pushing away from him.

You were struggling to catch your breath before he relented. “It wasn’t that bad,” he said before catching your lips in a quick kiss.

It was a quick compliance for you. The kiss was a slow burn that soon became a forest fire. It would have lasted for ages. That is if Remus’s stomach hadn’t growled loudly which caused you to pull away with laughter.

“Is that how you sweet talk me into making you breakfast?” You asked, amused.

“Depends. What are my chances of getting chocolate pancakes?”

“Dunno, you gotta make it worth my while.”

He thought for a second, “What if I promise to read you anything you wanted?”

“Seal the deal with a kiss, Lupin.”

He accepted the invitation happily. You moved away from him, attempting to start your mission of pancakes. He groaned in disappointment, torn between food and you.

“Take a shower, I’ll be done by the time you finished,” you promised, stretching.

“Are you sure? I can help you.”

“I can handle it. Enjoy your day off, love.”

You turned on your heel and made you way over to the kitchen. Flipping on the radio, you started to make breakfast. Every so often you would stop to have a little dance party. Soon there were two fresh stacks of chocolate pancakes on the counter.

“Those look delicious,” Remus said hugging you from behind.

“You think?”

“I think they’d taste better if you fed them to me,” he winked down at you, “Care to make that happen?”

You rolled your eyes, a smile playing on your lips, “Fine. Only because I think you’re kinda cute.”

He helped you sit on the counter, opening his mouth expectantly. You grabbed his plate and started to feed him. The feeling of forgetting something wouldn’t shake itself. It was important, it had to be. Nothing clicked until you looked into Remus’s eyes for a minute.

“It’s your birthday!” You looked at him shocked, “Why didn’t you tell me!”

He chuckled, “It wasn’t important.”

“Yes, it is,” you set his plate back on the counter, “It’s my favorite person’s day.” You hugged him close, kissing everywhere you could reach. “Happy birthday, Remus!”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to your lips.

You let him kiss him like you as much as he wanted. When he finally pulled away, you jumped off the counter. “I can’t believe I forgot,” you grabbed his hand and started leading the way, “I’ve prepared since last month! And the day of- I’m a sucky person.”

When you got to the bed room you dropped to your knees. “I, uh, sweetheart, you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?” You asked confused. It took a second to realize the situation. “Remus!” You hit his thigh, “I’m getting your gift.” A search under the bed later, you came back up with three packages.

“Thank you,” he smiled, sitting on the bed and pulling you onto his lap.

The first present had two sweaters, one was a complete new one and the other was the same one he had on sans the bleach stain you got on it. The next gift was books that he had all but drooled over the last time you had gone to the store. Finally, was the magical gift you had sent Sirius out for, you weren’t exactly sure what it did. All you knew is Sirius knew for certain Moony would love it.

“I love it all,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Honestly love, you didn’t have to do all this.”

“It’s nothing major,” you shrugged, “I wanted to make you happy. Sorry, I forgot.”

“And yet you still made my day perfect.”

“The day just started Remus.”

“And I know it will be great because you’re apart of it.”

Originally posted by stallingdemons

i woke up this morning surprised and humbled to see a number of ko-fi donations and incredibly sweet, supportive messages!! to stars-gleam (hope your husband is on the mend!!), @rainywithachanceofstars​, zee, and the wonderful anons ♡♡♡ thanks for helping me stay cool for the summer and providing me with a little luxury to get me through the days. 

if i were to write a coffee shop au, here is how it would go: yuuri switches coffee shops whenever someone remembers his name.  there’s something about it that feels too personal, almost like he’s being accused of something (and maybe he’s internalized a lot, because he always gets the large frappe with ten scoops of toffee powder, toffee chunks, butter caramel and extra whip), and he hates that people feel like they know him or something about him, so the second a barista says, “hi, yuuri!” he is out of that coffee shop so fast the bell comes tumbling off the door behind him.

finally after a year and a half and twenty-seven different coffee shops, he goes into a small one literally a half hour out of his way and meets Beautiful Amazing Barista victor nikiforov, who makes the best toffee chunk frappes on the hot days and the best english toffee lattes on the cold days.  he always puts in extra toffee chunks without charging and puts the extra whip on yuuri’s lid so yuuri can see the latte art poodles he draws in with butter caramel for flourish.  

the best thing is that he never remembers yuuri’s name.  yuuri almost wishes that he would, but he doesn’t.  yuuri almost starts to feel offended, but he gets it, the guy is literally a male model waiting to be discovered, what would he see in someone like yuuri?  maybe yuuri gets so bummed that his bff phichit is like, oh my god, you’re going out and getting drunk and we’re finding you someone ten times more beautiful (and me someone one hundred times more beautiful, because phichit is a great wingman but he’s also got to look out for number one, and number one is phichit).  which of course means they go out somewhere that Tragically Gorgeous barista victor nikiforov is also dancing his blues away.

their eyes meet across the dance floor.  victor’s eyes light up with recognition.

“TWENTY OUNCE EXTRA TOFFEE CARAMEL FRAPPE!” he cries out, shoving his way through the crowd, making his way over to yuuri.  yuuri waits.  “sorry, i–i have a really hard time remembering people’s names.  i only remember their drink orders.”

“that’s okay,” yuuri says, feeling stupid and amazing, heart in his throat tasting sweeter than any caramel drizzle in the world. 

“most people get offended,” victor says. “i don’t know why.”

“i actually kept coming in, because i usually get freaked out when people remember my name,” yuuri admits.  he has to look away.  victor is Too Beautiful, especially now that he doesn’t have a cloud of espresso dust around him, no bleach stains on his shirt, no coffee grounds sweeping across his frankly unfair cheekbones.  

“oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean–”

“no!” yuuri says, cutting him off.  he catches victor’s wrist to keep him from moving away.  “i– for the first time, i was thinking… i was thinking ‘i wish he remembered me name.’“

“oh,” victor says again. “oh!”

(yuuri formally introduces himself after that, and victor remembers his name.  he remembers and he screams it all night long, and the next night, and the next.)

Shape of You [Kyle Spencer x Reader]

Warnings: SMUT, alcohol, unprotected sex (remember kiddos, wrap it before you tap it), gross bar & grill bathrooms (pretend this one isn’t gross)

Word Count: 1,301

A/N: Aye I’m back with some Kyle Spencer smut (yes please excuse how ?? it is, all of my smut is like wow?) Surprisingly, I haven’t gotten any smut requests for him, but I needed this in my life, so I wrote it. And quickly, let me fucking share this with you. Like c’mere Eddy, I’ll ride your pony. Just hit me up. Also, the fact didn’t proofread this and it was written at 3:45am might lead to things being a little off.

But seriously, no glove no love. Special circumstances only.

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anonymous asked:

5 times aaron complimented rob (bc we don't get enough of it in the show) plz <333333

have i told you lately | Ao3 link

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Aaron’s got a little set up going on; feet on the coffee table, popcorn in a bowl, crisps open against his leg and the remains of a six pack within reach.

He swigs his beer, wriggles his arse deeper into the sofa cushions, relaxes.

There’s footy on at the moment, no one he cares about but it’ll pass the time until the fight starts. He’s got plans to stay up for the whole thing. He’ll probably still be sat here when Robert gets back.

He can hear Robert actually, thundering about upstairs. Aaron can imagine him, fussing with his hair, inspecting his face in the mirror. He’s probably only got his suit trousers on, maybe his belt’s still hanging open; all broad shoulders and narrow hips under the bathroom lights. Maybe-

Aaron coughs, glancing around as though someone might have seen him thinking like that. His face feels too warm, suddenly.

Someone scores a goal on the TV, Aaron watches the celebrations until his half hard dick subsides.

Robert’s almost fully dressed when he finally comes downstairs. Tailored trousers, the clean lines of a white shirt, dickie bow not even crooked. Aaron can see his shoes shining from here.

Aaron’s wearing his comfiest trackies and a jumper with a bleach stain at the hem. He has popcorn in his teeth. Robert looks like a fucking centrefold. This is unfair.

“Can you do these for me?” Robert asks, holding out two perfectly polished cufflinks. They’re the ones Vic bought him for their wedding day, the second one. There’s something nice about knowing Robert’s trotting off to some poncey charity auction with Aaron’s initials at his wrists.

Aaron dumps his snacks off to one side, holds out his hand. “Come here then.”

He doesn’t look up at Robert when he steps between Aaron’s knees, focuses on pushing the cufflinks through stiff cotton, cradles Robert’s bony wrists in careful hands.

He might rub his thumb back and forth over Robert’s knuckles a little, might hold on to his hands a bit too long, when he’s done. But they’re married, he can probably get away with it.

“Thanks,” Robert says, moving away to shrug into his jacket. “Will I do?”

Aaron looks him up and down, takes in the perfectly put together tux, the artfully ruffled hair, flushed cheeks. He’s glowing. He’s perfect.

He shrugs. “You’ll do for me,” he allows.

Robert grins, turning to gather up his keys and phone. “You’re sure you don’t want to come with me? It’s not too late to change your mind.”

“I think I’ll pass.” Aaron isn’t exactly opposed being Robert’s arm candy at business stuff these days, gets a weird sort of kick out of making all the posh birds jealous and the old blokes uncomfortable, but he’s got a date with his sofa and he’s happy where he is. “Try not to accidentally bid for anything ridiculous though.”

Robert’s eyes flit over to that stupid Vespa chair, still shoved under the stairs. “I’ll do my best,” he comes over to kiss Aaron goodbye. “Enjoy the fight, don’t let Adam anywhere near my good scotch.”

Aaron nods, reaches out to catch Robert’s jacket as he moves to pull away. “Hey,” he says, can’t help himself. “You look gorgeous.”

Robert flushes right the way down to the collar of his shirt, as though he didn’t already know that.

It gets Aaron another kiss and a gentle hand in his hair.

“Don’t wait up,” Robert says, but they both know he will. There’s no way he’s missing the chance to peel Robert out of that suit.

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The Date- Sidney Crosby (Mom and Dad Part Three

Originally posted by sidmalkin

Ok you guys will be happy to know Mom and Dad is going to be a mini series of FIVE parts! Everyone save the hug tackles for the end XD I’m going to work them into the schedule somehow, but I haven’t figured it out yet with respect for everyone’s imagines so bear with me! On to part three! Enjoy!

Warning: None

Anon Request: Please do a part three to the mom and dad one. It makes me so happy. You’re amazing love!

And: YES! PART THREE TO MOM AND DAD! I WOULD DIE!

And: Would you make another part to mom and dad? maybe like a miniseries? thank you!!

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              The date didn’t end up exactly how you and Sid both imagined it would go, but it wasn’t bad in your opinion.

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She was a good woman, and in the early years she did her best,
but then the ravages of severe mental illness put our love
to the test.
As a child I visited her in those places,
I saw the straps on her bed,
I saw the glazed over look in her eyes that said
“I wish I were dead.”,
and I met all the others too,
all dressed in white,
to make it easier to bleach out stains from feces spread on walls,
or blood spilled amidst the frequent manic fights in the halls.

These others, they scared me,
not so much for what they might do, but because, in my heart, I knew,
my Mother
was one of The Others
too.

-Samuel Decker Thompson
@adudewritingpoetry

Just a thought, not everyone has that ideal Happy Mother’s Day brunch to attend, consider yourselves fortunate if you do, because, for some, it’s just more of a reminder of everything they went through.

Im trying to clean up my half finished fic folder lol. Here’s a thing about Ichabod and Abbie escaping the Underworld, written when we all thought Abbie was chilling with Hades somewhere Queenin’ it up and shit LOL.


Straight Ahead

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The King of the Underworld was sort of a prick. Abbie thought this but would never say it out loud, fearing he had ears everywhere. This was his domain after all. But she thought it furiously.

Only a prick would “Eurydice” her like this, not letting her look at the face she’d been aching to see for so long. But at least he let her leave. There was that. But still the rules remained; If Ichabod even turned to look at her she would stay here, forever.

She tightened her grip on his large hand, her heart jumping when he squeezed back with his elegant fingers, lightly calloused from a life of taking up arms against threats.

They travelled for some time in relative silence, each wanting to say everything to each other but not knowing where to start.

Abbie had missed him terribly. She missed his self righteous rants, the way his forehead wrinkled and his eyes widened and oh my god his eyebrows…she could wax on and on about how much she missed the stiff arch of his thick brows raised high on his face as he complained.

Crane was unusually quiet now that she thought about it. She usually couldn’t get him to shut up. Was this really him? Maybe Hades was fucking with her. She expressed this idea to Crane and he echoed her sentiment.

“What do you propose we do about this Lieutenant ?”

She considered thoughtfully for a moment and then said, “Tell me something only I would know. That’s how I figured out the Fake You from the Real You when I was trapped in Purgatory.”

“Would you like to go first?”

“Nah, you go. I have to think of something first.”

“As you wish…Oh for God’s sake!”

Ichabod swiped at a hell beast, stabbing it through with a sword made of very hard-to-procure Stygian Iron, never once letting go of her hand. Abbie was impressed. She was also a bit aroused too, if she was honest. She tamped down hard on her bottom lip, trying to put away such thoughts for a more suitable time and place.

Ichabod took a moment to gather himself and replace his sword in its sheath before they began walking again.

“You wash your hair on Sundays and you always wear a ratty New Edition shirt, that I’ve tried many a time to get rid of…”

“I KNEW you tried to throw it away! “Mistake” my ass!”

“That frock has every manner of hole and bleach stain on it. I do not know why you insist on keeping it.”

“Exactly because it’s so messed up. I don’t have to care about it getting ruined because it’s already ruined” she laughed at his low grumbling.

“Ok…my turn…” Abbie thought a moment, “Oh! You sing Beyonce songs while you shower,” Abbie smiled as she heard a surprised squeak from his mouth, “Flawless seems to be a favorite.”

“Long Live The Queen.”

Abbie buried her laughter into the back of his coat. She dropped the hand holding his to grip his waist. She told herself it was to steady herself while she cackled, but no, that wasn’t it at all.

She liked the feel of him beneath her fingertips. She liked having reasons to touch him. Her heart quickened, remembering his head against her breast, her lips on his forehead.

His hand covered hers. He didn’t turn his head. She knew he wanted to.

“You like to order pepperoni pizza, but you never eat the pepperonis,” Ichabod stroked the smooth skin of her small hand and she found herself snuggling into his coat even more, “I always find them casually placed next to my slice when I’m not paying attention.”

She shrugged, “I like the way they make the cheese taste but I don’t like them. You like everything. Well at least food wise. I’ve never seen you turn down a meal,” she smiled, “Where do you put it all?”

“My brother used to say it all went to my forehead.”

Here in the dank, dark pits of Hades’ territory they were laughing, navigating their way out thanks to a map so graciously provided by the King of the Underworld himself.

“Mm let’s see…Oh! your favorite Disney Princess is Tiana, Belle is a close second.”

“I do quite admire Miss Tiana’s determination and drive . It is a quality I most appreciate in a woman.” His nervous energy seemed to go right to his fingers, they could not stop twitching and moving against her own, interlacing and caressing. And so her body moved on its own, feet lifting up onto her toes and her lips pressing against the exposed patch of his neck, her nose nuzzling in the thicket of his hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo which he always stole. She pretended to mind, but she didn’t really.

“Thank you.” She said quietly into the shell of his ear. He shuddered and she saw the goose flesh pop up on his neck.

“You run your fingers through my hair when you think I’m fast asleep during movie night.” He whispered quietly. They were in different territory in more ways than one, as they neared the river Styx. This was not just a fun little game anymore.

“ I knew you weren’t asleep. I always know. I just like the way your hair feels against my fingertips…” She demonstrated, raking a small hand through, relishing in the feel of his scalp scratching beneath her nails. He swallowed loudly, stumbling into the boat, holding onto her hand tightly as she climbed in behind him.

“I’m going to kiss you breathless once we escape this place.” He stated matter of factory as he dropped her hand and grabbed the oars attached to the boat and began rowing.


“Oh you better.” She smiled slyly.

Scheduled love [Overwatch, shimadacest, T]

A/N: Here’s a little snippet of a fic I’m writing. Hanzo and Genji try to make some time for themselves and keep their secret while at it.

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Hanzo stepped out of the taxi three blocks away and walked the rest of the way to the hotel. He walked the street like he wasn’t up to anything but the regular everyday business but a block away from the hotel he dodged into the alleys and slinked to his destination through the back so he could avoid even the moderately lit, narrow parking spaces discreetly shielded from the mainroad.

Checking into a love hotel was shady enough in itself but Hanzo never stopped feeling grateful for the practice that was in place. In Hanamura alone there were dozens upon dozens of love hotels in business and he seldom visited the same place twice, and the chance to choose so freely and without a clear routine or a pattern forming put his mind at ease. Sometimes it felt like love hotels were in business especially for him.

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I'll Never Leave//Kellin Quinn Oneshot

Hiiiiii. So this is cool, here’s my first imagine/oneshot! Leave comments, shoot me some asks with new prompts, I’ll try to do them all! 

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It’s official: you had to catch up on laundry. You had run out of clean underwear. You haven’t washed any of your clothes for at least two weeks, so laundry day was a long time overdue. You had found you hadn’t really felt like doing anything lately, you’d rather be sleeping, or on tumblr.

 Your outfit consisted of an oversize bleach-stained t shirt you got from who knows where, along with some booty shorts that were nearly too small. But you couldn’t throw them away, because they’re clothes. And you’re too lazy to go through your clothes anyways to get rid of the ones you don’t or shouldn’t wear anymore. So you were standing by the counter in the kitchen folding laundry. You were even too lazy to haul the basket all the way to your room, which was too messy to even find space to fold them and put them. 

Kellin had come over even though you told him you’d be busy, just to keep you company, since you guys hadn’t hung out in awhile. And also to help you out if you got over your stubbornness and asked him, but of course you hadn’t. 

 "Babe?“ you hear Kellin call from his spot in the living room, which was connected to the kitchen. 

 "Yeah?” you answer, walking into the living room. He looked so cute, slouched over on the couch watching the TV. His hair was bushy; he was in a shirt that fit him perfectly along with the usual black skinny jeans. You lightly thought about how he was too good for you. He smiles at you sweetly, and you can’t help but give him a small smile back. 

 "Can you grab me so—" he starts, but his voice falters as his eyes scan over your shorts. 

 "Grab what? Whats up?“ 

 "C'mere,” he says softly, sitting up and holding out his arm, motioning for you to come to him. You walk over and stand in front of him, confused. As you stare down at him, he scowls and reaches out to loop a hand around the back of your knee, as if to hold you in place. Before you notice what he’s doing, Kellin uses his other hand to pull up your shorts, revealing more of your thigh, as well as a web of cuts. 

 You suck in a breath and look away, thinking shitshitshitshit. You had sworn they had healed by now, and that your shorts were at least long enough to cover them. 

 "Wh… Why?“ Kellin asks, his voice cracking. 

 "Im sorry,” you whisper, afraid to use your voice. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you against his chest. 

“Why do you do this to yourself? Don’t you know how beautiful your body is? Don’t you know that I’m here for you?" 

 "I’m sorry,” you tell him again, unsure what to say. You had been angry, depressed, and a little drunk. Telling yourself that you had just had a bad day had gotten old; you’ve been having a lot of those lately. Kellin was out, and there was no way you could call him and ruin his night. You are his soldier, how could he see you like that? So you resorted to self harm, which you knew now as you stood in front of Kellin was a horrible decision. There’s no taking it back now, you and he both know the damage is already done. 

What had you been thinking? You know you guys are sexually together. He sees you naked, how could you have hid something like this? 

Tears begin rolling down your face as you stand there, confused as to what to do or say. You sniffle and Kellin looks up, just as your knees give out and you start to crumple. 

 "Sometimes it just gets to be too much,“ you tell him, hoping to God he understands. He pulls you down onto his lap and holds you close, with one arm around your head and another holding you against his chest. You put your head on his shoulder and bury your nose into his neck, taking a deep breath. His shirt is going to be tear stained and gross, but the thought doesn’t even cross his mind. All that matters is that he holds you together. 

A few moments pass before Kellin can find his voice and say something. 

"Baby, I’m here. I’m right here. I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to ask for help when you need it. You can always count on me, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll never leave. Please don’t do this anymore. Promise me?" 

"I promise.” you whisper. 

 You don’t break your promises.

Why must I break, if my worst mistake was take? But mostly, give.
I have shattered. I have faltered. You were there, but never answered.
I have fallen with my heart stolen. You must’ve forgotten, I was left frozen.
The sky fell as well as I was sent to hell the moment your gazes drift away.
Like the way you vanished in thin air. I could only stare. It was unfair for me to even care.
Inside I’m bleeding, blood boiling in my veins, heart stops bleaching all your stains. I should stop crying over you.
‘Cause you never did try. You were just passing by, said hi… then left me to die.

Hard To Handle - Danny x Reader - Chapter 5

Series Name: Hard to Handle

Chapter Name: Hanging by a Moment

Pairing: Danny x Reader

Word Count: 2076

Parts:  1 | 2 | 2.5 | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | (5) | 6 | 6.5 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

A/N: What do you mean Sunday isn’t the end of the week? pshhh. 

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You held a dress in front of your body and posed dramatically.

“Too churchy.” CJ said, shutting down yet another one of your potential outfits. He snatched the dress from you and tossed it onto the ever-growing reject pile with a flourish. You reached for another outfit and posed, trying your best to look “fierce” but succeeding at looking very stressed out and kind of uncomfortable.

“Too raunchy. Girl, are we fucking on the first date?” CJ snatched the outfit from your hands and held it up in front of himself. He mimed cat claws at the mirror and growled, “Actually, I might have to borrow this from you.” You rolled your eyes and took the outfit back, throwing it onto the pile with the rest of your wardrobe.

“Your shoes cost more than that entire outfit, you can get your own.” CJ made some noise of protest, but re-focused on you when you held up a shirt and skirt combo.

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Oh, my God. 9:30 PM and it’s still light outside. Go home, Sun. You’re drunk. This was taken a bit earlier so it’s not that bright now. Oh, well. Then. So. These are my stuffed animals. Deal with it. 

Hair. Not washed since Monday. Breaking out like crazy. Fancy linen shirt. Covered in bleach stains and unironed. Award for most dishonest use of the word “petite” when describing jeans goes to Old Navy. Rolled those up twice! Really knocking it out of the park today!

I just want Mary to continue sending short passive aggressive nagging DVDs to John every week. 

“John, please remember to only use the diaper cream from Boots. The other ones give Rosie a bad rash." 

"John, when you wash the bedsheets, you have to wash them on warm cycle but dry them on low or they shrink up. Remember the last time you did that after Rosie peed on our bed and then we had nothing to sleep on that night?”

“John, please tell me you’re not using the good handtowels to wipe toothpaste off the sink. You know that makes bleach stains on them. That’s what the pile of old towels on the left side of the linen closet are for.”

@conversationswithjohnlock @lawyermargo @mandysimo13 @ellipsicalelle @sweeter-than-cynicism @sundayduck @cloakstone69 and anyone else, I’d love to hear what you think Mary would continue to berate John about from the afterlife

My dad kept bothering me about sending him suggestions to buy me pants (he hates my bleach stained ones, public washers, you know) so I sent him this and he actually bought these for me

So my question is when the fuck is it appropriate to wear this . .. .