this happened several years ago. My boyfriend and I had been in a
long-distance relationship for a long time, and we would see each other
maybe twice a year. This was during one of my month-long visits to him
over the summer.
We’d decided we wanted to go to one of the nearby malls, and had to
take two separate buses to get there. Him living in SoCal, it was
fucking scorching; it was probably around 100F. For a “delicate” NorCal girl like me, that feels like death.
We’d gotten off the first bus and were walking to another stop a
couple of blocks down to catch the next one. We’re stopped at a corner
of a particularly long street, waiting for the light to change
so we can cross, and there’s group of three girls behind us. We’re not
paying them much mind at first, until I hear one of them go “No, I don’t
want to ask them! I don’t even speak Spanish! How am I supposed to talk
This is where it’s important to note that my boyfriend and I are both
of Salvadorian descent, and therefore pretty obviously brown. However,
my Spanish is incredibly poor [that’s a whole different story],
and I really hate it when people assume that I don’t speak English.
It’s rude. But whatever. I guess it happens. It’s what happens next that
ticks me off. An attempted whisper: “Look, just ask the girl. Fat girls
are always nice.”
Okay. Fine. Not worth my fucking time. I’m not even gonna say
anything because it’s hot and who wants to deal with this shit. But then
from behind me I hear, awkwardly, “Perdón?” I turn, and it’s one of the
girls–surprisingly, one that also looks latina. She sounded like the one who’d claimed not to speak Spanish.
She looked a bit surprised, and relieved that I spoke unaccented
English. “We were wondering if you could tell us how to get to _____?”
Some location. I was the wrong person to ask.
“Sorry, I’m not from around here. You’ll have to ask him.” I gestured
to my boyfriend. Again, I’m from NorCal, so I had no idea where
anything was down there.
The girl turned to him hesitantly, asked him, and my boyfriend, being
friendly, gave them directions. Turns out it was straight down the long
street we were on. The girls took off without even thanking us, and the
light changed so we finally crossed the street and waited for us bus.
The bus shows up maybe ten or so minutes later, and we’re relieved to
be out of that god-awful San Fernando Valley heat. The bus takes us
down the long stretch of road, and I see the girls from before trudging
down the sidewalk under the merciless SoCal sun.
“I told them that it was right down the street,” my boyfriend says. “I never told them the bus goes there.”
TL;DR: Girl assumes boyfriend and I don’t speak English, her friend
makes a rude comment about my weight thinking I won’t understand,
boyfriend gives them directions to were they want to go but makes them
walk in the hot sun instead of telling them the bus goes straight to
EDIT: The problem isn’t that they assumed I don’t
speak English. The problem is that they called me fat and assumed I
wouldn’t understand them. Also they didn’t even say thanks for the
directions. Just walked away as soon as my boyfriend finished. Rude.
He only glanced away for a second, distracted by the loud thunder
clap and the looming charcoal clouds overhead.
His eyes settle on the spot where Theodore is sitting, only he’s no longer
there. Frantically his eyes sweep over the park, the few kids nearby on
the swing set, the adults sitting on the benches watching but he can’t see him
anywhere, he’s gone.
He starts running, and calling his name-
“Theodore,” Mike yells, bolting upright in bed, shaken by his third bad dream this week.
“Mike?” Harvey asks, pulling himself up and wrapping his arms around Mike’s sweaty body. “What was it this time?”
Mike took large gulps of air, nestled against Harvey’s chest while he shushed him. He didn’t want to talk about it, but the stupid dreams just kept happening.
“Same dream, I lost our baby, only this time it was at the park,” he blurted, untangling himself from Harvey and snuggling back down under the warmth of the covers.
Harvey joined him, nuzzling against him and placing a soft bite beside his nipple. His breathing was still fast, but his face had relaxed, and he looked thoughtful.
“Maybe I should google what the dream means?” He asked Harvey seriously.
Harvey looked perplexed. “People do that?”
“Sure,” he replied reaching for his phone.
“Give me that,” Harvey demanded, grabbing the phone from him, “I’ll play Dr Google.”
“Fine, but don’t think I haven’t noticed that you always get to play the Dr!” Mike teased, feeling the tension leave his body.
A minute later, Harvey was humming as if agreeing with the internet’s diagnosis. Mike shot him an impatient look.
“Well, it says that dreaming that you’ve lost your baby may be referring to your inner child and that you need to take care of yourself, be kinder to you, blah blah blah. Or, here it mentions a project being your baby, honestly though Mike it sounds like a bunch of crap,” he said putting the phone on the bedside table. He shuffled across the sheets and threw his leg over Mike.
“You’ve only been having these dreams since you went and saw ‘The Boss Baby’ with Jenny on the weekend, you know? The baby in your dream wasn’t wearing a suit was he?” Harvey prodded him and flicked his nipple, grinning at him affectionately.
Mike sighed and pulled Harvey on top of him, the weight of his body grounding him into the now, “Maybe you’re right,” he agreed, nipping at Harvey’s neck, “maybe I just need to be distracted?“ He added cheekily.
"Now that, I don’t need google for,” Harvey gloated, lacing his fingers in Mike’s and kissing him gently on each eyelid. Mike tilted his chin until Harvey’s lips found his.
He loved the way Harvey kissed him, it was like he was the last breath Harvey would ever take, and he drank him in and delighted in every second of it. Mike wanted everything with this man, and that’s when the thought struck him. He pulled away, receiving a moan of loss as Harvey opened his eyes and frowned down at him.
“What’s going on?” Harvey asked with genuine concern, hands squeezing Mike’s as reassurance.
Mike looked up at the love of his life and whispered, “Maybe I’m dreaming of babies because I want us to have one?”
Harvey beamed back at him “Then we should absolutely have a conversation about that, because I’m not getting any younger, and I don’t want to be called pops by my kids!”
Mike grinned. “I said one, Harvey,” he joked, kissing Harvey on the nose.
“Oh I know what you said, but I also know you. No way would you be able to stop at one!” Harvey chuckled, kissing him sweetly on the cheek.
“Let’s go out for brunch later, and we can discuss the when and the how,” Harvey proposed, pulling the sheet up over them. “Right now, I have some wants of my own,” he whispered into Mike’s ear as he pressed his body against him. Syncronised moans spilling from their lips.
Doctor Faustus (The Tragical History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus), Christopher Marlowe
Faustus is a brilliant but embittered scholar who has exhausted the confines of human knowledge. Frustrated with the futility of his academic pursuits he is desperate for a deeper understanding of the universe. Therefore, he conjures the demon Mephistopheles and asks him to strike a deal with the Devil. Faustus gets twenty-four years of infinite knowledge and power in exchange for his soul, which will spend an eternity in hell once his time is up.
So I’ve been drawing a lot for the ask blog since I cant record a lot lately so I’ve been getting a lot done. So from the many weeks of streams heres the extra stuff I’ve doodled. As always more info under the cut!
Summary: anon requested a fic where the reader breaks her arm in engineering and refuses to go medbay because of a bad experience when she was younger. but bones shows her there’s nothing to be afraid of.
A/N: I’ve never broken a bone before, so i have no idea what that feels like…also i changed the request a bit from arm to wrist…hope that’s okay! also i’m still shit at titles
Warnings: untreated injuries, description of broken wrist, descriptions of panic attack
One minute everything was
fine. You were in a vertical Jefferies
tube, doing some minor maintenance in engineering, humming a classical song to
yourself and chatting with Lex, who was in the tube above yours.
The next, your boot was slipping on the ladder and you were falling out
of the tube. You barely had time to
scream before you were landing on the deck with a loud thud and a small crack.
You lay still for a second, trying
to assess the damage. You were on your
stomach, forehead pressed to the hard ground.
You flex your legs; they were fine.
Your right arm is bent off to the side, and you flex it and use it to
push yourself onto your back. As soon as
you move your weight from your right arm to your left underneath you, you feel
a radiating, piercing pain. You shriek
and fall onto your back. Well, you found
your left arm.
Okay so, if you have ever had the misfortune of being in chat with me on the topic of Assassination Classroom you would know I have a very strong belief of gay Karma and demi/pan Nagisa.
Now I was ecstatic to learn they were making the KorosenseQ spin off an actual series (Which is very likely the story Korosensei mentions in passing in the main series he wants to write in which he wouldn’t have to die and therefore is more than likely written by the octopus himself) anyway back on track, while the series seems to have diverged a bit from the comic now (tbh I think they made it better especially pope Gakuho omfg) but with the episodes being so short it means they emphasize certain things while cut other things out.
Trying to stop rambling now the thing that’s really caught my attention is the relationship between Karma and Nagisa (this is 100% a ship post if this is your notp then please stop reading now, if you do ship it or at least tolerate feel free to continue) and since @serenity0220 likes my analysis of these dumb boys so much figured eh what the hell lets post what I noticed in this episode.
Spoilers blow the cut turn back if you haven’t watched the episode yet.
Excuse the lack of spell check I’m literally copy pasting this from my skype chat.