dear god look at their faces

the other day me and my friend were doing a freelance job painting a mural at this sports facility when this dad came up and asked for a card for the place. and we were like “oh we dont work here” and he was like “oh doing your homework then? yous guys in high school?” and i legit dropped my pen and stopped what i was doing and he said “college then?” and i was like “youre not going to believe this one buddy but i’m twenty five” but THE MORAL of the story is that this actually explains why teenage girls are always give me dirty looks??? like im not tryna steal yo mans??? or be judged about my fashion choices????? i am 2 old and 2 tired tiny teens. leave me be. 

anonymous asked:

How to be a cosplayer?

  1. Cry 
  2. Scream and yell about your whole outfit
  3. WHERE THE HECK IS MY-
  4. neat hair or scream 
  5. THE MAKEUP IS SMUDGED WHAT
  6. but i have to go pee
  7. whAT JUST FELL OFF 
  8. how long am i gonna be in this 
  9. okay lights camera ACTIO- AW FUCK 
  10. ahahahahahahha- their cosplay is better guess ill just- ahahahaha :’) die :’) forever :’)
  11. oh no 
  12. oh god
  13. THE LINES I FORGOT THE LINES????!!!!
  14. story telling wtf is that 
  15. hair hair hair hair hair hair hair hair 
  16. i need to itch my face- it probably wont smud- WOW OK.
  17. this is just for fun this is just for fun this is just for fun
  18. did i over do it 
  19. what facial expression to do
  20. WHAT POSE TO DO?!
  21. aw hell 
  22. im a cosplayer act like it
  23. hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..
  24. dear lord give me the money to achieve my final look i swear its the last one
  25. its not the last one lol
  26. 500 DOLLARS FOR WHAT 
  27. will this do?
  28. i give up 
  29. my cosplay is never good enough
  30. *hides ina closet for a week*

Random person: A is cute

Person B: Excuse me? Ex-fucking-cuse me? Cute? C-u-t-e? God was in a good mood when he made this person. Look at him. Look at his face. Look at his everything. You call this “cute”? I’m sure you want to rephrase that because this “cute” person is actually someone that shouldn’t exist, he’s perfection, my dear.

Person A: *smiles* thanks

Obey (Sub!Jimin Smut)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut (Mother Mary help)

Warnings: SMUT DEAR GOD SMUT, dirty talk, Sub!Jimin, Dom!Reader, orgasm denial, overstimulation, ass play, swearing, bondage

Word Count: 5586

Wow okay so I read @seokvie‘s and @btssmutgalore‘s sub!Jimin fics and they inspired me to write my own. I’m decently proud of this, considering I have 0 experience writing something like this. Thank you to @jin-oppa for gushing about this topic with me and @fortheloveofsuga for just being a good person in general.


Many would look at your boyfriend’s sharp jaw, thickly muscled thighs, and chiseled face and assume that he was dominant in bed. Rough, even. Jimin did, indeed, carry himself with straight shoulders and his head held high–long legs carrying him confidently across the room as his dark eyes zeroed in on something in the distance. He would present you out in public as if you were a work of art, his thick hand pressed into the small of your back and his full lips grazing your temple. If ever any other man raked their eyes down your body, his warm eyes would harden to stony obsidian orbs–either lowering his hand to rest on your ass or keeping direct eye contact with the potential threat as he brushed his lips across the expanse of your neck. Your boyfriend dominated you in romance, indeed. But you had a secret.

Park Jimin was not dominant in the bedroom.

He would occasionally play the dom role, his jaw clenching and nostrils flaring as he rammed into you from behind–leanly muscled chest pressed against your back as he leaned over you to growl obscenities in your ear through gritted teeth. When he was angry, he would pull your hair and bring you so close to the edge that you could feel yourself beginning to tip over, just before he would yank you back again. But that was only when he was so furious that he was seeing red.

Most of the time, he preferred to wholeheartedly submit himself to you. He thrived off of your praise, the little phrase “Good boy” nearly flinging him off the edge and into an orgasm any time you breathed the words into his hair. He loved to be tied up, and teased, and spanked until he was begging you to let him cum. He adored it when you tortured him with sucking on his cock long past he was finished, the mixture of pain and pleasure drawing him nearer to yet another release.

It wasn’t always so extreme, but there were nights when he needed to be controlled and you needed to control him.

Tonight was one of those nights.

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Eddie Redmayne/Newt Scamander

…..I lost to my feelings for him

LOOK AT HIS FUCKING SMILE OMG

AND HIS CUTENESS OMG YES

Originally posted by newts-bowtrukkle

Goals, thats all I have to say about this one

BUT THEN HES LIKE NOPE JUST GONNA LOOK LIKA AFUCING HOT AS MUDDAFUCKA

And the people that draw good I just want to say thank you

Originally posted by hardyness

saves  innoccent creatures, loved by none innocent ones

You save lifes, and kill 

God his a sweetheart

Originally posted by secretly-a-wizard

I just couldn’t keep a hold of myself eheheheheh

Just look at his sweet smile

And then we have this, true perfection. He looks like the cutes frog

Originally posted by elenarinya

I want him 

OH LOOK HERE WE HAVE THE LITTLE HUFF SavING PEOPLE

And just being overall hot af 

Originally posted by hardyness

His face is priceless, just fild with *cant describe it so yea think*

Oh look here we have Eddies wonderful smile AGAIN 

I just absulotly love this picture 

Originally posted by newdscamander

Dear god help me

Oh look another one thats drawn, WITH A NIFFLER.ON.HIS.HEAD

hush little baby dont say a word, im just gonna stare at your perfection

Originally posted by hardyness

I can’t agree with this gif more 

he litterly just looks like the sweetest person

Seriously Eddie, you kill me

Originally posted by hardyness

He’s just adorable

I just had to have his cutre little awkward stand, such a cute little huffle he is

  • Lydia: Alec is cute
  • Magnus: Excuse me? Ex-fucking-cuse me? Cute? C-u-t-e? God was in a good mood when he made this person. Look at him. Look at his face. Look at his everything. You call this “cute”? I’m sure you want to rephrase that because this “cute” person is actually someone that shouldn’t exist, he’s perfection, my dear.
  • Alec: *smiles* thanks
More Dialogue Prompts
  • “You expect me to walk home with you dressed like that.”
  • “Pickles make anything better. Anything.”
  • “Please don’t tell me you got arrested again.”
  • “Sometimes you need to make your sarcasm a little more clear.”
  • “I wouldn’t do that even if you paid me a million dollars.”
  • “I must have been an awful person in my past life.”
  • “You look hot in plaid.”
  • “Don’t move. I think this room is bugged.”
  • “It’s positive.”
  • “I don’t hate you. It’s just that if you were on fire I wouldn’t piss on you to save your life, is all.”
  • “Oh, God. That’s your "I did something bad” face.“
  • "This. Never. Happened.”
  • “Can you please be happy for me for five minutes?”
  • “Innocent until proven guilty.”
  • “You’re going to regret this.”
  • “Frankly, my dear, I do give a damn.”
  • “Prison was made for people like you.”
  • “I am the stupidest person alive.”
  • “You know we can’t do this. I’m your boss, for crying out loud.”
  • “She has your cheekbones.”
  • “That wasn’t my fault. That’s on you.”
  • “Time travel isn’t as it’s portrayed in the movies.”
  • “Surprise! I’m dumping you!”
  • “Walk out this door and we’re through.”
  • “We’re not alone.”
  • “Swear to me that this meant nothing to you.”
  • “His last words were a blessing and a curse. Literally.”
  • “You carry that damn blanket everywhere.”
  • “For the hundredth time, I am not your babysitter.”
  • “Old age seems to get the better of us.”
  • “I wish I could forget I ever met you.”
  • Percy: I'd like a potion of fire resistance please.
  • Vex: Of course, darling! Whatever you need.
  • Vax: *frantically looks back and forth between Percy and his sister as he slowly comes to terms with what must have happened before pulling a disgusted face, shaking his head, and moving on*

Percy blinks and the Raven Queen is standing there where Raishan was, her porcelain face somehow conveying disdain even through the lack of expression or proper features. 
“Go home, Percival,” she says, impatient, and Percy thought that he and death were on better terms than this. “There is a woman crying over you again and it would be rude to keep her waiting.”
“You’re sending me back?” he asks, because Percy is a curious sort and has never learned to leave well enough alone. “Just like that.”
“I have no desire to keep you and you have work to do.”
Percy nods, and when he blinks again, Vex is indeed crying and kissing what feels like his entire face. He mutters something about that being very nice before - oh dear god - everything hurts very much and is that…was that -
“Don’t look down, darling,” Vex tells him, watery and smiling painfully. Given that might have been his insides Percy just caught out of the corner of his eye, he listens to her and then promptly passes out. 

The biggest surprise from seeing Hamilton (Chicago) tonight was I never considered Satisfied a SAD song. Like yeah it’s angsty but I was fully expecting to cry during Laurens’ death, during Burn, during the Stay Alive reprise, during It’s Quiet Uptown and at the end (I did cry at all these things.) Satisfied is one of my most played on the soundtrack but it’s never made me cry.

But dear GOD Karen absolutely wrecked me
Her face, her voice cracking, the way she had Angelica cry and look so completely broken for a few moments, I just completely lost it and now whenever I listen to that song I’m probably going to get choked up.

Danger Noodle: A Musical Experience About Days In The Life Of Horatio Hornboa

Act One (Feeding Day)
 
-No Momther, I Don’t Want To Come Out Of My Tank (Overture)
-What’s This???/*sniffsniffsniffsniffsniff*
-The Top Of The Fridge (The Promised Land)

-Rat? What Rat?
-Biting The Rat In The Ass, Thus Leaving Its Teeth And Claws Entirely Unhindered, Is Just As Good As Getting It In The Face
-What’s The Point Of Live Food If I Can’t Roll Around In Its Turds After?
-But… Maybe I Can Play In The Blinds? (The Duel Part I)

Act Two (One Week Hence)

-But… Maybe I Can Go Behind The Couch? (Reprise)
-I Shit Like A Saint Bernard
-Water Dish? I Think You Mean Poop Cup
-Fake Plants Are Also an Ideal Place To Poop
-Look, I Am So Beautiful Draped Over My Log, Suspiciously Not Inside It (Part I)
-”Dear God Baby, How Did That Even Come Out Of You!?”/ I Pooped Inside My Log (Part 2)
-Bath Time (The Duel Part II)
 
-No Famther, I Don’t Want To Go Back In My Tank (Finale)

anonymous asked:

Headcanon that Lefou gets super flustered specifically when Stanley calls him cute so Stanley will sometimes just snuggle up to him and touch their foreheads together and just whisper to Lefou how cute he is and Lefou is just blushing up a storm and giggling and hiding his face in Stanley's shoulder

Originally posted by ba1n3s

THIS MY GOD

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IF SOMEONE DREW THIS I WOULD DIE (i’d try but it would look like shit)

DEAR GOD I LOVE THIS BLUSHY BFS FOR THE WIN

Following

A/N: I didn’t like the other story I did for dear anon so here’s another take of it. Idk, maybe I’m just not good at jealous Lucifer, but oh god do I try. 

He seethes when he sees you with another man, the blood in his vessel practically boils. He knows the expression on your face, he knows each and every twitch of your muscles and how it defines you, how you feel without you needing to say it. The discontent look on your face as you take a sip of your whiskey, looking away from the man who was supposed to replace him. To replace him with such a filthy ape makes his fists clench, his jaw tighten, the ape could barely be classified as that with how poorly he treated you. One arm slung around your shoulders abruptly and the forced smile on your face, the tense shoulders that spoke volumes that he couldn’t see.

Not like Lucifer could.

He knew how you felt, why you left him and your reasons for doing so. You were prone to bouts of restlessness, fidgeting in your own skin like you couldn’t stand the body God had given you. You wandered across the Earth and for the first time since God, Lucifer had followed. It was foreign to him, but you were an entire enigma, you knew who he was - his goal, his hatred and you still smiled at him. He wondered if this was what Gabriel meant, but the ache of his brothers passing reminds him not to think of it.

“We were never a species meant to last long,” He hears your voice during the first few times he interacted with you. There was that urge to fly on broken wings, that fidgeting feeling just being around you, restlessness that kept his mind preoccupied for days. “There is good, but we will destroy ourselves before we save ourselves.”

He never tied you down much like he wanted to, keep you by his side until he figured out every single tick that made you, you. But that would take away from your nature that he desired to watch, you flowed like the rivers around the fires in his hell, avoiding his flames and washing over him. It was breathtaking as it was frustrating, he wanted to understand you but the more he knew the less he understood.

He wanted to wipe the planet of your kind, and you had left him afraid that you would keep him from his desires.

“Why,” He remembers asking the night you were leaving, the bitter tears and smile on your face that pained him.

“Even monsters deserve the chance to be loved.”

You had pressed a kiss to his cheek and left that night, left him standing in the old ruined cathedral where he had made a temporary home out of. A mockery, one that you had laughed and danced between the broken pews singing praises and prayers.

But you had been happy then, the smile on your face hadn’t been forced. He didn’t need to force it there, you had stood up and danced willingly, shaking all the tense muscles out to invisible music that he watched. Wondering just how strange and beautiful you could be, how it was even possible - how had his father made something as enigmatic and untouchable as you were to him?

He hadn’t wanted to burn you, to take away that light that burned so brightly inside of you. Even though every instinct he had told him to lock you away and keep you to himself, he knew that you wouldn’t be you if he did that. Not what fascinated him and confused him at the same time, so he let you walk and once you were far enough away he burned the cathedral down in his anger.

And then he followed you.

Flowers bloomed in your steps and each one he took behind you burned them all away. You traveled far, further than he thought you would have and you didn’t look back even when your shoulders hunched and you mouth covered your painful cries.

He had planned to wait until you returned to him willingly but he couldn’t stand to watch it. The perverse touches against you, the tight lipped smiles that graced your lips. The way you carefully shrugged his arm off your shoulders and pressed yourself further into the counter, making yourself less available to the man who couldn’t take a hint.

You knew spells, you could castrate the man with a snap of your fingers but you chose not to, simply gritting your teeth and sipping down the whiskey that burned your throat, if the way your eyes watered was any indication. Lucifer hadn’t taken you for a whiskey drinker, or one to drink at all and it only showed how much he still didn’t know you and how much he wanted to.

His restraint and patience all but shattered when he saw the hand slip onto your thigh, and before you could wave your hand and whisper the spell Lucifer had moved. One step forward and his wings carried him behind you, one hand gently on the small of your back while the other held the man’s in a vice grip. The heat and strength from his hand causing the man to give a startled yelp and cry, a beg to be let go but Lucifer was only smiling, tight lipped like you had been previously.

“I think you need to learn some manners, can’t you see her body language says no?”

He wanted to fight, and Lucifer was going to let him. The rage was pouring in his veins and the eerie red of his eyes began to bleed through his vessel, a haunting and demonic look fit to scare anyone straight.

“Sh’yours?” It comes out a slur, the wasted breath of the man making Lucifer wrinkle his nose in disgust, releasing the wrist he held and leaving behind a burn mark of it. A reminder, Lucifer tells himself as he waves away the putrid breath.

“Yes,” It comes out in a tone that bodes no argument. It’s not a demand, it’s a statement and he could feel the flutter of pride in his chest.

You were his.

“Shoulda kept her on a leesh,” He speaks again, slamming his drink down and throwing you a disgusted look. “Woman can’t keep her hands to herself.”

It was a lie, he knew it was one. He had watched and though you had agreed for some unfathomable reason to this date- this arrangement you hadn’t once done as he was lying about.

“Sinners go to hell you know,” His hand moves and press to the man’s forehead, and soon he’s screaming and crying for help. Patrons of the establishment scream and run, the walls shake and tremble and glass breaks and the body hits the ground, burnt and indistinguishable from what it once was.

There are hunters, fearful but willing as they take out their weapons and he’s still so angry. The hand on your thigh had him seeing red in more ways than one, and while you took another sip of your whiskey he released the frustration on the rest of those willing to fight him.

It was unfair, but it felt good to indulge in that senseless violence. His fist hitting their flesh and he could understand why your species liked to fight, to feel the bones breaking beneath his knuckles, the skin tearing and when he was done playing with them it was only a split second before they joined the other guy. Burned bodies crumpled onto the floor and burnt flesh that made your nose wrinkle in disgust as you downed the rest of your drink.

You’re quiet and Lucifer watches you carefully, there’s a small part of him that awaits some form of anger from you. No one, not even god liked the anger he possessed and it’s why he was cast out in the first place - the anger at humankind. But you set the glass down carefully avoiding the shards of broken glass from broken lights and mirrors, gently wiping a spot clean for you to rest your elbows onto the bar.

“Why are you here?” Your voice is quiet when you finally turn to look at him, and he can see the way your eyes burn with unshed tears and he takes a step closer but you hold your hand up, not wanting him to get closer. For once he doesn’t listen, moving close enough to lean down and press his forehead against the back of your neck while his hands snake around your waist gently.

“Lucifer,” You repeat yourself quietly and there’s a spark of possession in his veins, of demanding and taking but he shoves it all down. You would not be the same if he simply took, and you were the only thing God created that he can say he truly cared for.

Truly loved.

“I can’t let you go,” It’s barely a whisper, and there’s the underlying tone of won’t let you go unspoken on his lips as he closes his eyes. His forehead resting carefully against your neck, there’s only so much time before the place becomes bustling with activity at the destruction.

You move to stand and he reluctantly releases you, taking a step back and watching you carefully. Prepared to follow, but you’re staring at him and he can read you and opens his hand for you to take, and when you do the both of you are gone in a split second.

The soft sound of crickets and toads fill up the air when he gently sets you down onto the grass, and he could swear that flowers bloomed beneath your feet when you took off your shoes and held them in your hands. Swinging your arm with them as you began to walk across the meadow, directionless. He follows.

“I love you,” He freezes in his step, watching as you slow down until you’re standing still and looking up at the midnight sky. The cool summer breeze plays with the stray strands of your hair, the moon reflecting off of you like an ethereal and untouchable and unattainable being.

If he was the sun, hot, burning and unforgiving then you were the moon, beautiful and breathtaking while you guided people through the dark.

“But that’s why I left,” You sound broken and he wants to move closer but his feet are rooted to the spot, waiting to hear what you have to say needing to know. “What am I to the mighty fallen angel? The same human who he was cast down for hating, you have better things to do then entertain fantasies that will never come true, not really.”

You were human, a human witch. A hated between both humans and the supernatural, the delicate in-between. How could he love something that wasn’t either, but a mixture of things he hated combined? You breathe out a bitter laugh, your free hand moving up to press your palm against your eyes and wiping at them.

“Abaddon had come for a visit,” You turn to face him and his face sours at the name. What had abaddon wanted? “She is fit to be with you, not me. Knows exactly how to restore you to your throne and has every intention of doing so, dedication, ruthlessness.” You could be all those things if you had tried, but you would never stand toe to toe with abaddon, not in this life or the next.

“I was made clear of where I stood, and.. I understand it too.”

Where you stood? Abaddon would be lucky if she managed to get away alive once he found her.

“[Name],” He finally moves, unhinges his feet from the ground where they had remained bolted when you had turned to him with that heartbreaking look on your face. Bitter defeat but understanding and acceptance, and that frustrated him - he didn’t want you to give up so easily. But considering who had spoken to you, he didn’t doubt abaddon hadn’t given you a chance and probably wouldn’t have. He stands before you, his hands moving to your face to caress your cheeks carefully and there’s a small smile on his face.

There’s beauty and then there’s you. “Your place is beside me, and only me.”

The tears drip down and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, wrapping his arms around you gently as he attempts to soothe you. Your hesitant hands wrapping around him and it feels strangely right and fitting in a way he had never felt before.

“Let’s go home,” He murmurs against your hair, gently swaying the two of you back and forth but pulls back slightly to look at your face when you laugh.

“You burnt it down.”

“And I’ll burn down every other establishment that you leave, and anyone who comes too close, and-”

“And where’s home?”

“Anywhere you want.”

That raises an eyebrow from you.

“Anywhere?”

“I’m King,” He says his voice dark and you can see the red in his eyes. “And I’ll build a castle for the queen.”


Shawn Mendes-Drowning *Mercy Video*

Request: someone write an imagine inspired by the Mercy video with Shawn and you trapped in the car pls oh my god #MercyVideoNow
- @dear-diary-no7
Warning: Mentions of drowning/death
Summary: Basically based of Shawn’s video he released today. GO CHECK IT OUT ON YOUTUBE!!!! Hope you love it darlings x
~ ~ ~

I can feel the side of my forehead resting on a cold slick surface as I feel the motion of being shaken to my senses.

My eyes slowly pry open and I look out the windshield from my belted spot in the passenger seat.
“Y/N!” Shawn says in desperation, cupping my face and having me look to him.
“Look into my eyes hun” he says, noticing the gash I obtained from hitting just under my temple on the door. But all I could focus on was how fast the water was filling the car from us being underwater and I started to hyperventilate.
“Look at me” Shawn says again, wanting me to focus on him instead of succumbing to fear.
“We’re going to be okay” he said and brushed a strand of hair from my eye with his thumb that rested on my cheekbone.
“We-we’re-the truck…the truck hit us!” I say quickly as it registers through my mind what had happened.
My eyes flicker around at the blue water that engulfed the car, some fish swam around us, not even noting our disturbance to their home.
Tears brim my eyes and fall at the thought of drowning.
“Y/N breathe! Breathe Y/N” Shawn encourages and wipes away some falling tears as his hazel eyes continue to stare into mine.
I inhale deeply a few times, slowly regaining composure as Shawn did it with me.
I clean up my tears but cant help but have a few more fall.
“I need you to remain calm and work with me, okay” Shawn told me seriously and took my hand.
I look to his hand and then back with a nod and a sniffle.
“We’re gonna get ot of here. I promise” He assured.
~ ~ ~

Shawn grasped the door handle on his side and bashed his shoulder against it repeatedly, trying to push it open.
But it wouldnt budge due to the water pressure pushing against the car.

I sat sideways on my seat and used both heels to pound into the glass window on my side.
Getting not even crack in the plexiglass.

“Im going to try the sunroof” Shawn said and reached up for the mini sliding plastic door, which he easily reached due to his height advantage.

He was unable to remove the glass.

He hit his palm against the glass in frustration of us getting no where with time running out.
With the way the water was filling up the car, we had maybe 2-3 minutes of oxygen left.

He goes back to the door.
He hits the door and splashes water around that is now to our chests.
“Oh my god” I say with a voice crack.

I now do the same as Shawn, knowing that I didnt stand a chance with busting it open, but was hoping for a miracle.

My skin tightens and gets goosebumps with the water getting colder as it slowly consumed us.

Shawn’s well groomed hair is getting soaked and turning into a mop of curls.
My hair is already soaked and floating within the water around my shoulders.
Water droplets from our splashing movements against the doors, dew our faces.

Shawn extends a hand to the roof as he puts his legs against the door and uses his strength against it.
“Im going to get you out of here, even if it’s the last thing I do” he promised me in grunts as he forced himself against the vehicle again.

“Shawn” I gasp with my face towards the roof of the car, sitting on my knees on the seat because of how short I am.
“Shawn!” I gasp again and then spit out water that had flown in my mouth by accident.
He turns to me, hands braced to the roof and hair totally soaked as he now needs his face slightly tilted up to the roof for air.
“Shawn, I love you” I tell him in breaths.
“Dont say that” he says, “This is not going to be it”.
“Maybe, but I just wanted you to hear it one last time for sure” I reply softly, quickly feeling my lungs burning.
I feel his hand search for mine under the water, and he finds it, intertwining our fingers.
“I love you too, y/n. To the ends of the Earth” he responded softly.
The water fills up past my ears and quickly creeps up.
“Shawn!-” I began but the chilly water swallows us before anything else comes out.

Everything is silent.
Nothing stops. Not even time.
People didnt even know we were down here. They would drive on the bridge over us.
The delivery truck that T-boned us must not have thought we went over the barriers and into the sea.
Our families and friends and people that knew us, would never guess we were down here…suffocating…drowning.
But we were.

My eyes start to close and body start to shut down as a defense mechanism from my heart having to work over time to provide oxygen to my organs for life.
Yet, Shawn keeps fighting.
He frees his hand from mine and his fists thump the window repeatedly and he screams underwater, releasing precious oxygen bubbles.

But he gives a final elbow to the glass and it shatters.
The glass shards swarm around us.
Shawn turns to me and grabs my forearm, pulling my limp body towards him so he could hook an arm around my waist.
When he has a sure grip, he swims out the broken window while holding me.

He swims through the murky blue water and shoots to the surface with a gasp for air.
He looks to me in his arms and sees that I need assistance.
So he swims at a set pace to the shore, where he lies me on my back on the grass and starts performing CPR.
“Come on, y/n. Come on” he begged and pushed down onto my chest repeatedly and looked to my pale wet face before attaching his warm lips to my cold ones.

30 compressions and 2 breaths.
He did that twice before I spat up water that snuck into my lungs.
He holds the side of my head and has his forehead against mine as I slightly sit up and place my hands over his as I take quick deep breaths and cough from the sting of the air flooding my lungs once again.

“I promised I’d get you out” he said and breathed with me.

  • Maurice: I don't understand why we're playing Spin the Bottle. There are exactly zero girls here.
  • Ralph: My turn! It's my turn. *inhales deeply* *spins it* There. I just spun it.
  • Ralph: *internally* Dear God, if you really exist, please show me by landing it on Jack Merridew, so I can explore this confusing conflicting feelings I've been having lately.
  • Bottle: *lands on Piggy*
  • Jack: *quickly* Re-spin! New rule: you can re-spin.
  • Piggy: *throws Jack an 'are you fucking kidding me' face*
  • Ralph: *spins it again* *bottle lands on Jack*
  • Ralph: *smirking* Huh, Jack. I guess we have to kiss.
  • The biguns: *look on as they start heavily making out*
8

Luke reigning in his tiny firecracker when she gets out of hand. 

Working With Liv And Ravi In The Morgue Would Involve:

Originally posted by diver5ion

  • Knowing about Liv’s Zombism
  • Being completely understanding about it
  • Wanting to help her figure out her new life
  • Taking care of New Hope, the zombie rat
  • Having girl’s night outs with Peyton and Liv
  • Consisting of watching and trash talking terrible rom-com’s and complaining about dick-bag old boyfriends
  • Totally shipping Ravi and Peyton
  • Having a tiny crush on Clive
  • “Hey, are you ever going to tell, Clive, or as you phone says he’s called Sexy Cop with two kissy faces around it, you like him?”
  • “Stay out of my phone, Ravi!”
  • Covering for Liv when she slips up with the psychic thing
  • Despising Blaine, and trying to protect Liv from him
  • Comforting Liv after Lowell’s death
  • Helping Ravi on the cure for Zombism
  • Doing your own detective work on Blaine to try and find out what he’s up too
  • SO. MUCH. SASS
  • Sometimes thinking of Ravi as an over-excited puppy
  • Dealing with Liv’s frequent personality changes
  • “We should like, totally hang out later, or go to club looking on fleek!”
  • “Dear, God, we gotta get you a new brain.”
  • Overall working at the morgue would a lively place to work, even though it has it’s, um, quirks.

Requested by Nonnie