comes down

You might have to excuse me
I’ve lost control of all my senses

ut-stuff  asked:

um.. hi. i feel extremely selfish doing this - especially when i know the wonderful person who runs this thing is ill and when the whole focus is on getting to win a date with a sweetheart. no one has to answer this, i just need to get it out to someone. today's suddenluy gone horrible for me. i feel horrible. i am horrible. horrible intrusive thoughts. horrible depressive episodes. i'm tired, and crave physical affection. my brother's only downstairs but i can't even find the energy to (1/3)


Blackberry sits down on the couch, his stare intense.  He waits for a moment, before he realizes that his order may have come out a little too clipped and harsh.  “….RIGHT HERE.  SIT BESIDE ME.”  He gestures to the cushion to his left and waits for you to reluctantly follow his directions.  Once you’re seated and curiously glancing toward him, he abruptly grabs your opposite shoulder and pulls you over so you’re now lying on the couch with your head pillowed in his lap.  

“YOU SAID YOU BOUGHT A COLLAR?” he inquires, his face a dark shade of blue.  His hand is still resting on your shoulder, as if he’s making sure you’re not going to bolt.  When you nod and remain, he relaxes his grip.  “ROSES AND SPIKES GO WELL TOGETHER.  IT’S SOMETHING THAT MIGHT BE CONSIDERED DELICATE AT FIRST GLANCE, BUT THEN YOU REALIZE NOT ONLY IS IT CAPABLE OF PROTECTING ITSELF, BUT IT ALSO HAS SPIKES KEEPING IT SAFE!”

“why do i feel like you’re not talking about the collar?”   When you glance over at the sound of the voice, you find G leaned over the back of the couch, his arms folded on the cushions.  The cig between his teeth bobs as he grins down at you.  “heya dear.  i wouldn’t be opposed to a flower crown.  think it’d look better on you, though.”

“I WANT ONE!”  Blueberry plops down on the far end of the couch.  You’re lying on Blackberry in a semi-awkward position, your legs still on the floor and your body nearly curled.  Blue wastes no time bending to grasp your ankles.  “BUT FIRST, LET ME MAKE YOU A LITTLE MORE COMFORTABLE!”  He pulls your legs into his lap and pats them.  “THERE!  HOW’S THAT?  MUCH BETTER, RIGHT?”

Black scowls a little at the interruption, but assuages himself by threading his gloved phalanges through your short hair.  With the gloves, it feels more like a scalp massage than anything else, but at least he’s careful enough not to snag your hair with his fingers.  He’s quiet for a moment while Blueberry lists types of flowers that he likes and G discusses the possibilities of a flower crown made of echo flowers… before he finally blurts, “YOU’RE NOT SELFISH.”

The others stop talking, surprised.  Blackberry continues, “IT’S NOT SELFISH TO WANT A HUG.  AND FEELING DOWN AND WANTING AFFECTION DOESN’T MAKE YOU A BAD PERSON.”  Blackberry is looking off to the side, his face still a dark blue.  It feels as if he’s speaking from experience.

“he’s right, ya’know,” G drawls.  “it just makes you a person, my dear.  a person we really care about.”  He reaches over the couch to squeeze your hand.  

“YEAH,” Blue chimes in.  “AND IF YOU EVER NEED A HUG, WE’LL BE THERE!  I DON’T EVEN MIND JUST SITTING ON THE COUCH FOR HOWEVER LONG YOU WANT!”  He rocks your legs back and forth in his lap, beaming at you.  

Blue and G are both looking right at you, but when you tilt your head to glance at Blackberry, you find that he’s still staring off in thought.  Once he feels your stare, he finally brings his bright blue eyelights to your gaze.  His expression finally lifts into a smirk.  “AND THE NEXT TIME YOU COME HERE, WEAR THE COLLAR WITH THE ROSES.” 

anonymous asked:

i love your actor au and i hope you bring it back, but for now i'm imagining everyone getting all dressed up and looking gorgeous for the premiere and i'd love to see it if it's ok

Ravenclaw Headcanon

Some Ravenclaws feel that they would fit in to some of the other houses, the most common second fit is Slytherin because of their similar traits, next is Hufflepuff and then Gryffindor.