but i think this one looks okay


A Little Wicked - Part 1

“Hey Prez”, I called out when I saw Chibs entering the clothing store I worked in. He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, the purple lenses catching the light. He gave me half smile as he walked my way and pulled his leather gloves off.

 "Hi, lass. Didn’t see ye at Red Woody last night, everythin’ okay?“ I blinked. I didn’t really think he notice, after all I was one crow eater among, well, a lot. Me calling him "prez” was pushing it too far already, I had exchanged only small talk with Chibs. That was it - not even bodily fluids, which was crow eater standard. 

 "Yeah, great. It was my sisters birthday last night and she had a party.“ He nodded comprehensively and then his eyes looked at the clothes around us. "Was wondering if ye could help me with somethin’.” He wiggled his brows slightly and you raised one in response.

 "Christmas is coming and I need ta get a gift for a lass. Should probably get gifts for ma brothers too.“ I nodded, wondering what ‘lass’ was that. "Didn’t know you guys were celebrating Christmas at the M/C this year.” I said, shooting him a look over my shoulder as I flipped through some women clothes on the rack.

“Followin’ a good catholic conduct.” He said, coming to stay close to me again, one had over his heart dramatically as he pulled an innocent face. I chuckled and he gave me a little laugh which quickly disappeared and his face grew very serious.

 "I thought it’d be a good idea. Jackie’s gone. The club needs somethin’ to bring us all togetha.“ 

My heart sunk when I heard how pitiful his voice grew when talking about Jax. Jax had be nothing but nice to me in my three years as a crow eater. Always calling me darling, thanking me for helping with Abel and Thomas specially after Tara’s murder, always gave me a little kiss on the forehead when leaving to go home. Chibs had known him for how many years? It had to hurt. 

I shifted on my feet uncomfortably, wanting to comfort Chibs but not knowing how to. "I’m so sorry, Chibs. I know how close you two were.” I said in a small voice. He shook his head, his brown eyes meeting mine for a moment and then lowering to the ground. 

When he raised his eyes again all the sadness was gone. “This lass I need ta get a gift for, she’s abou’ yer height.” He stepped back, looking me over. I stayed very still, presuming he was measuring me up. I couldn’t help but blush a little, even knowing he wasn’t checking me out but still, how could I not? A hot man with an even hotter accent looks you over and you’re not gonna blush? Impossible. “A little more hips than ye.” He concluded. 

“Okay. What kind of clothes she like?” He tugged at his beard. “Thas a good question. Dunno, actually.” I gave him a little smile, assuming my job role. “We can work something out. I’ll show you some things.”

 I showed some of the less conservative clothes: low cut shirts, tight jeans and dresses. He shook his head at every one of them, sometimes wrinkling his nose at them. Finally, I started to get curious about who this 'lass’ was and I just couldn’t help myself anymore. 

“Is it Jarry?” He had been fumbling with the edge of his kutte and his head shot up when he heard my question. I immediately regretted asking. I sensed I had just stepped into dangerous territory and felt the need to excuse myself. 

“I heard Quinn talking to Hap about watching you and Jarry on top of the car. I thought, y'know, you two were together. And that these”, I showed him the hangers I was holding on to, “were for her." 

He watched me for a moment, one raised brow, his lips slightly parted. Very slowly he shook his head. "No. I’m not seeing Althea anymore.”

 "Got it.“ I said, putting the hangers back in the rack and avoiding eye contact with Chibs. 

 "It’s for my daughter. Kerrianne. I’m sending her a gift. She lives in Belfast.” I suddenly understood why he was saying no to every piece of clothing I showed him. No father would like to see his daughter dressing in a sexy way. “Got it.” I repeated, a little smile playing on my lips. 

One hour later I was folding all the clothes Chibs decided to buy and placing them in a bag. He watched me all the while. I could feel the weight of his eyes on me, scrutinizing me. I struggled not to look up at him.

“Why do ye do this?” He asked very slowly. I had to look up at him then, giving him a quizzical look. “Sell clothes? 'Cause I need money." 

"No. Why are ye a crow eater?”

 "What’s that supposed to mean?“ I asked, digging my fingers on the coat I had just folded. He pulled his lips down. 

"Ye don’t look the type, Vivi.” Him calling by my nickname flew completely over my head. I got very defensive.

“I don’t look the type? I have a nice ass, tits and tattoos. Nice face too. Isn’t that the crow eater uniform?” His eyes stopped at my boobs and I knew he was checking me out then. Probably would have checked out my ass too, had he not been on the other side of the counter. Even though I was angry, I felt my body get warm all over as he checked me out. 

“Aye, it is. But yer… different from th’ other crow eaters. They launch themselves at us but ye… yer very quiet. Don’ really seem all that interested in a bunch o’ biker criminals.” He crooked his head to the side, still staring at me.

“I am interested.” I said stubbornly, stuffing all the clothes inside a big bag. “I have lots of interest. Bad ass bikers? Yum!” I leaned forward on the counter with a teasing smile and winked at him. Chibs grinned wide and shook his head to the side, I leaned back and laughed. “See? Showing interest.”

“Aye. I jus’ worry abou’ ye, thas all. Ye could’ve been doin’ somethin’ else wit yer life instead of hangin’ with Samcro.”

I shook my head as I tapped on the computer screen, pulling Chibs’ receipt. “Not much I can do, Prez. I sell clothes, read books and look pretty. That’s it. It will be $73,89.”

He pulled a stack of dollar bills from his kutte pocket, counted eighty dollars and handed it to me.

“I’m sure there’s more. Nice crow eaters? Yum.” He imitated, winking at me. I chuckled. He picked up the bag of clothes and started to turn away. “Ye comin’ to Red Woody tonight?” I nodded. “Hav’ a beer with me then and ye can tell me all abou’ selling clothes and reading books.”

I blinked, my hand hovering over the change I still had to give him. “You’re asking me on a date?” I finally gathered the strength and stretched the money to him. He shook his head.

“Showin’ interest. Keep th’ change, lass. See ye later.” He gave me one last leer to show interest and left.

I stayed there, kinda dumbstruck, realizing that that leer wasn’t meant as a joke. 

Chibs had just hit on me. Holy Jesus.

Okay, okay. I was so going to Red Woody tonight.


little story i’m creating here. idk i thought it was kind boring but i just wanted to introduce Vivi in a playful way. I have Vivi’s backstory here. 


Nijis YouTube Channel Part 3

Niji: Welcome back to my channel! I’m happy to announce that soon a draw my life stream will start!

Later that day :

Niji: apparently, I looked like cute and smoll potato when I was born. I’m serious. It’s not because i can’t draw babys.
Ichiji: It is.
Niji: It’s. It’s not okay. So i looked like a potato, but a beautiful one, not like a certain someone who looked like shit when he was born -glances at Ichiji-
Ichiji; I was perfectly fine. Mom took you to the doc to ask why you are so ugly, not me.
Niji: -kokoro is brokoro..like again-
Ichiji; Sometimes I’m asking myself if you are really thinking about what an Idiot could say now.
Niji: -sighs- -looks into the cam- The devil wears prada is a lie, Ichiji is literally wearing only a white tee and an eyepatch.
Ichiji: This is all live, right? So your boyfriend sees and hears us too?

Taysir: Ah yes, This is where I’ve laid my affections.
Taysir: I love this dork.

A few minutes later

Niji: ANNND…that’s me today! -draws potato with 4 legs- A young, beautiful and handsome men, smashin’ with mah hot boyfriend and -
Niji: Yeah Yeah..So guys, follow me on Insta, and for those who are already following me, I’m so sorry that I haven’t posted a Selfie in a while but I still am very cute just to keep you updated -winks-
Niji; So you got any questions ? -looks at the live commenting-

Speaking of your boyfriend, what was the weirdest thing you’ve ever said to him?

Niji: Oh well… -cough-
Niji: I looked him straight in the eyes and said “Glad your parents had sex.” instead of saying ’I’m happy that you were born’ or ’that I was able to meet you.’…yeah…-reads more-

describe your brothers!

Niji: okay uhm…Sanji is the youngest one, he is great at cooking and has a thing for that..what does he call him? Mosshead i think And Ichiji..he..has 3 Moods. ’Fuck this.’ ’Fuck that’.’Fuck you.’ I actually thought about a 4th Mood, ’Fuck me.’, but we all know that this is never going to happen.


Niji: Okay next one!

Why is you brother so..well..emotionless? I’m sorry for my dumb question..

Niji; Ohh no no. It’s alright. The question wasn’t dumb. The reason is simple. Having feelings is ruining his reputation of being a heartless bitch.


Ichiji:…aren’t you a ray of sunshine today..
Niji: I’m even better and hotter than a ray of sunshine, ow! burned myself on my hot body. -puts hand on Ichijis heart-..ahh..so nice and cold. ..Ah and now i understand why our food yesterday was so cold and bland..Because you put your heart and soul into it!


Sanji: -enters room without looking- Niji did you saw my porn-…flakes. -looks into the cam- is…is this…live?
niji: pffff…-cough-
your..pornflakes are under the kitchen sink.
Sanji:…hmpf uhm..th-thanks.
Niji: uhm..pff…s-sooo…-tries not to laugh- Next topic.

Niji: Cooking with Niji and my Bro Sanji! Have fun watching..this mess!

niji; oh boy it’s so hot in here.
Niji: or is it just me -eyebrow wiggle-
Sanji: It’s a Kitchen you Donut.
Niji: Oh Shut up and eat your Pornflakes!
Sanji: You little-
Niji: Don’t you dare to yell at me! Not with that Attitude!
Sanji: Shut up!
Niji: No you Shut up!
Sanji: you’re gonna regret that in the Morning!
Niji: no I won’t because I sleep until noon because I’m a problem solver!

A few seconds later they were fighting over nothing. the Kitchen became a Mess.

Ichiji: -enters kitchen–sees mess-
Ichiji: What the happ is fuckening.

Niji: Yeaah..so…cooking with him ended in a terrible fight and insults that brokoro our kokoro..and kitchen…Yeah..

Niji: So, that’s it for today! Hope you had fun! See ya until next time!

// Don’t worry, it’s…it’s the last part…well I hope so.. @ask-the-vinsmokes

nixie-deangel  asked:

Coldflash, shopping for their first apartment together. =)

“what do you think about this one?” Barry had just opened the balcony door to the last apartment that at least Len wants to look at. They’ve been up all day, from 7 to now looking at apartments, their first and Len was kind of tired.

This one however Len had been a bit more interested in. It had a nice high rise in a nice part of town and there wasn’t that many people around, they could have complete silence and privacy.

Len walked over to where Barry was. He wrapped an arm around him and rested his head on his shoulder.

“Do you like it?’”

Really that was all that mattered.

“It’s our first place together. It has to be perfect for both of us.”

There’s an underlying tone hidden and Len knows just what he means.

He wants it to be perfect.

And Len already knows that this place is the one for them.

He kisses Barry’s neck.

“It’s perfect.”

honestly as nice as bujos look, I really don’t think I can keep one up :/ like I’m already behind and it’s only summer, so come fall, I feel like I won’t have time to do the whole set-up. instead of seeing it as a planner, where I just write in tasks and go, I see my bujo as something that takes up a lil more time than that - and though it’s nice, it’s not really a priority for me.

so I guess what I’m saying is that I’ll be using a planner next year - however, I’m keeping my current bujo and turning it into a doodles/positivity journal!! yay c:

anonymous asked:

im curious and also really confused, can we get a recap of what all this alexis breensprout bs is?

BREENSPROUT IM SCREAMING LMAO okay so basically I guess this crusty headed ass bitch tried to come at my girl @ninthhousemoon sideways (apparently before today too??) calling her ugly and shit like??? Have u seen Kylee lmao?? Anyway so this stupid ass thought she was slick having her little friends send anon hate to homegirl thinking it was gonna fly but she ain’t never met nobody like me, yfm?? So basically this bitch is ass backwards w/ some fake ass confidence she must have purchased at Walmart but… she has a criminal record and no one wants to be like her or look like her or be affiliated with her in any way shape or form so… that’s all I have to say about that 😉🐸☕️

I was doing okay for a couple days but I’m struggling again tonight. My therapist told me to tell my friends about my suicide attempt but I could only tell one, i couldn’t tell the rest. I’m embarrassed at my attempt. The hospital looked at my wrists and scoffed and said they weren’t bad and discharged me after a few questions. I’m embarrassed it didn’t work and that I failed so badly. I don’t want my friends to think I did it half assed for attention. I already know that’s what everyone thinks. That’s why it’s getting hard not to try again. I cant live this unhappy and I can’t live feeling like a failure even in my suicide attempt. I’ve tried getting help but no one took me seriously. I’m so tired of this.

TtS ch31

Every narrative needs stiller, quieter moments to balance out the high speed pacing of the action scenes and given that the Cassie books are more action heavy than most, I think these islands of calm stand out with particular emphasis, even though sometimes nothing especially important happens, on the surface at any rate. This little interlude outside the council chamber is one of those islands, moments of reflection and introspection that I think are hugely important for the reader and the characters to catch their breaths. So let’s take a look at the various things going on this chapter. 

For all my Cassienova loving pals, I want to stop and savour possibly the only recorded instance of Casanova being nice to Cassie:

“Here.” Casanova handed over his precious bottle of hell juice.
I blinked at him.
“You’re white as a sheet,” he said gruffly.
I took the bottle, a little gingerly. And okay, if I’d needed confirmation that things were bad, I’d just gotten it. Casanova was being nice to me.”

I’m joking a bit here, but you know, it is a big development to see Casanova actually taking care of Cassie a little. Such a huge contrast to his behaviour even in this book, when he gives Cassie the fake food. For all that Casanova is mostly comic relief, it’s funny and nice to find out that he actually has a heart too. Sort of. If you squint.

I’m interested in the stuff Caleb says about the Corps being on the front line of the battle against the gods. If Caleb is a good indication of your average war mage’s attitudes (and I think he is because while he’s open to rebelling against the status quo, he is distinctly partisan, which seems to put him fairly directly in the middle ground), then it seems like they’re a kind of self-centred bunch. Or self-important at any rate. They seem to think they contribute the most to the magical community and they don’t like acknowledging other groups’ abilities. To be fair, the vamps and the Covens don’t seem to be much better.

“I didn’t know what I wanted.” How often does Cassie repeat this phrase in this book? I haven’t counted, but it feels like a lot. Also, I strongly suspect that it’s less ‘I don’t know what I want’ and more ‘I know what I want but I’m afraid to acknowledge that about myself.’  

This whole section where Cassie wakes with her head on Pritkin’s lap is GOLD. Look at these for some platonic feelings:

“I woke up on something hard. I tried punching it, because this pillow had seen better days. But it didn’t seem to help.
So I punched it again.
“Ow,” someone said mildly.
My eyes opened, and I found myself looking at something that might have been a knee. I blinked, and it came more into focus. Yes, it was a knee. A very dirty, denim-covered knee that also appeared to have been drooled on.
I raised myself up slightly. And realized why my pillow had been so damned hard. My head had been resting on someone’s thigh, and whoever it was hadn’t skipped leg day.
I turned my head the other way and saw a stomach. I frowned at it, which wasn’t fair, because it was a nice stomach. Flat and hard, and with the beginnings of the deep V of muscles sometimes called an Adonis belt above the loose top of the jeans.
But there was something wrong with it anyway. And that included the sculpted, lightly furred chest above. And the rocklike shoulders above that. And the face—”

Wow. No attraction here, right guys? Nope. Also, EVERY TIME I read this, I gotta think about Pritkin coming out of the Council chamber, exhausted and probably in pain, and Caleb takes one look at him, and then gets up and lets Pritkin take his spot. And Pritkin just puts an arm around her with this incredible tenderness, then he looks up to find Caleb watching him, and he knows that Caleb sees his feelings, but it’s a bit late now, so he just shrugs and Caleb shrugs back, like ‘whatever dude, I already knew’. And then they just wait, together. Argh. 

Anyway. I also love Cassie’s reaction to how terrible Pritkin looks:

“You wouldn’t even get in the door at Rosier’s looking like that,” I told him, after a minute.
His lips pursed. “Should I worry that you sound pleased?”
“I do not!” That was ridiculous. “And I meant you look terrible.”
“Would you like a mirror?” he asked sweetly.

That Top Banter, right? Also, do I even need to mention the obvious call back to Cassie’s feeling of wrongness when she first saw Pritkin at his father’s court, when he was all dressed up and fancy looking? I love that not only is Pritkin a scruffy mess, instead of fashionable perfection, but Cassie likes him that way. Also, the forthcoming romantic scene in the café becomes a lot funnier when you remember when you remember that they’re both beaten, filthy messes the whole way through. Like, Pritkin has his arm in a sling and massive shiner, not exactly Mr Smooth.

i ’ v e    g o t    a    f e e l i n g    i t ’ s    n e v e r    t o o    l a t e
i close my eyes and see myself how my dreams will come true

colored&edited official sketch (x)

Okay, considering I have an entire inspirational folder dedicated to pictures of this on my computer I might as well make a post about how much I love ONE’s monster designs.

I know the focus is usually on his sillier or more comical ones, but when he brings the creepy  - he really brings it.

I mean, look at this

They’re just


freaking intense 

Like, his monster designs are one of my most favourite things, and I just want to bring more attention to how great they are. Because I don’t think he gets enough attention for how absolutely awesome his monster designs are.


‘’ He has too much of his father in him—– ‘’

At the library
  • <p> <b>Person A:</b> *hiding behind a shelf* okay. This is it. You're gonna go up there, and talk to them and wow them.<p/><b></b> *peeks around shelf at person b who is looking at books*<p/><b>Person A:</b> Alright. Here goes.<p/><b></b> *walks up to B*<p/><b>Person A:</b> Hey I noticed the book your holding is one I've read, and I think it's a really good one-<p/><b>Person B:</b> *looks down at book they're holding* You've read......encyclopedia of earth worms?<p/><b>Person A:</b> ......yes? *inner monolog* *S H IT SHIT SHIIIIIIIT NOW THEY THINK YOU'RE A C R E E P. WAY TO GO BUDDY. TIME TO HIDE UNDER A ROCK FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE AND LIVE WITH THE GOD DAMN EARTH WORMS. SHIIIIT*<p/></p>
SKAM S04E09 Clip 5 - Maghrib

SANA: Please accept my fast, even though I’ve behaved badly. Please watch over Eva and Vilde and Noora, Chris. Please watch over Isak and Even and Elias and Yousef.

[VILDE: Hi, are you ready to meet up?

EVA: Sana! Chris and I will pick you up with the van in 20 minutes.

SANA: Ok cool

SANA: I regret cancelling the date with Yousef

NOORA: YEEES! Call him! Go!

EVA: Do it girl!! Life is NOW!!

SANA: According to Islam, life is after death. Which is one of the reasons why I should stay away from him

CHRIS: According to me, the abdomen is dead after death. Which is one of the reasons why you should meet him!!

VILDE: Yousef! Yousef! Yousef!

SANA: Hahaha I get why mom is worried that I don’t have any Muslim friends

NOORA: Hello! OK!! I can argue from an Islamic perspective

SANA: Now I’m intrigued

NOORA: Ok, doesn’t Islam believe in destiny?

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Okay but can we all agree that the character contrast in Wonder Woman between Steve and Diana was one of the best, most thought-out things we’ve seen on screen in some time? 

I mean, think about it. Steve is a spy. He is used to doing things covertly and subtly. He likes to find the secret passages, physically and figuratively. Diana, on the other hand, is a warrior. She does things with force, whether it be gaining information or taking out the enemy. She barges right in, rather than looking for a secret entrance. Where Steve would rather place a bomb, Diana would rather prefer by hand.

At the same time, Diana is still so fresh in this new concept of war. She is the best warrior, but she has yet to see battle. Steve has externally hardened himself against the roughness and heartache of war. Diana focuses on the details (the people enslaved in the village) and Steve looks at the big picture (Axis powers are planning on killing more than just a village with the gas). These differences alone are what makes their team work; Steve keeps Diana focused on the mission, while Diana makes sure Steve remembers why the mission exists in the first place. 

They are divided by method, but connected by their goal and their hope of stopping more death.

Their relationship, both working and personal, was so beautiful and well thought-out that I got chills watching them work together. Their differences didn’t create friction, but gilded together like a machine. They did have hiccups along the way, but they learned from them and adjusted accordingly. This is how characters were meant to be written.

Homie out.


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uhm….i really can’t believe that i already hit 500?? and i remade like a week ago?? thank you all so much for following me and making this such an enjoyable place for me to be i love you all so much 💘 i’ve been here since 2010 when will i leave

so i decided to do a follow forever and include all the amazing blogs that i follow, i hope you all have a wonderful day and know how much you all mean to me 💐

☼ - i love you with my whole heart
♡ - favourite blogs that i would sell my soul for
💌 - hover there’s a love letter for you~

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