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SorMik Week: Day 5

Truth and Time 

The truth is that I 
Never thought much about a
River, before you 

The truth is that I
Never had awe in waterfalls 
Before I had you 

The truth is that I
Looked past the ocean’s sparkle
To see yours instead 

The truth is that I
Even after all this time
Think you’re beautiful 

More than there are stars 
More than the moon shines at night
More than anything 

The truth is that I
Never stopped thinking about
What I found in you 

The truth is that I  
For now and for centuries
Don’t ever want to 

~7/26/17~

I feel if the Survivor got into a relationship with Preston/Cait/MacCready/Piper/Hancock or even Danse
They’d be doing like normal wasteland survival shit that they’re completely accustomed to doing like making a fucking campfire or some shit and the survivor who is a pre-war posh ass motherfucker with a robot butler would be all???? Holy shit??? They are doing so much and working so hard to survive they do so much???? I contribute nothing????
While MacCreadys making a fire out of sheer muscle memory scratching his balls wondering if they have any snack cakes left
Or Preston is stripping a radstag barely paying attention and whistling a little tune wondering if they should stop to stock up on ammo soon
Or Cait reinforcing and checking the perimeter before they go to bed arguing about whether or not they should ask the survivor to help her fix the underwire on her bra bc it’s been stabbing her for a good week
Or Piper stringing up traps and hanging their supplies from trees so critters don’t get into them and putting up a hammock asking herself if it’s REALLY worth it to badger that Warwick girl for an interview again
Or Hancock running down a radstag and fucking gunning it down thinking about how Fahrenheit and his boys are doing back in Goodneighbor and if she remembered Charlie needs repairs
Like Sole wouldn’t know how to do any of this shit and they’d feel so bad cuz as far as they see their companion is putting in all the work to keep them alive and they’re doing jack shit
But all the companions see is them doing stuff they’re so used to doing while the survivor is running down deathclaws and fixing holes in their clothes and finding ammo and unlocking doors they wouldn’t be able to find or do
And while the survivor is beating themselves up about being useless all their companion can think is ‘damn how’d I get so lucky?’

Best Friends & Pregnant PT. 2

a/n: so at least like 20 people wanted a sequel to THIS, so I did it. Here’s the second and technically last part. it’s literally all fluff. like, 4,400+ words of cuteness. no one better complain about this… enjoy!


Simply put, she’s exhausted.

Pregnancy is a little (a lot) to handle, but luckily Killian’s patient nature and ability to calm her down is enough to keep her on track. She’s five months in, but the past five months have felt a lot longer than they’ve actually been. Perhaps it’s the lazy days spent on the couch or in the bed when she’s alone, having nothing to do but sit around or sleep. Netflix can only really keep her company for so long.

After trying to keep up her job as a bail bondsperson for two weeks, she figured out that it’s not the ideal situation. Exercise is good, but she’s not on top of her game when the times comes for it - and she’s all irked by it because she needs something to do or someone to hang out with. Ruby is busy with the diner’s recent fluctuation of customers and Mary Margaret is a teacher who needs to keep up with marking school work.

For some reason, Killian ends up returning home - yeah, home - with his suit jacket thrown over his shoulder, his tie all loosened, a puppy in tow and some groceries.

He changes out of his work clothing, returning with a simple t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that always hang down a little lower than needed. “You clearly needed a friend during the day while I’m out at work,” he tells her, rubbing his hand over the puppy’s head. “He’ll be able to keep you company and give you all the reason to get out of the apartment to enjoy the weather. Besides, perhaps the baby will like him.”

“You really didn’t need to do this,” she says, glancing between the dog and him. He’s already thinking about the future of their child, that the son or daughter they’ll have will appreciate a companion such as this dog. She reckons it’s a black labrador. “Black lab?”

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this took way longer than i anticipated but here is my contribution for @camilleflyingrotten‘s Baby Bull Fest! IT’S A MAKE-UP TUTORIAL HAVE FUN BYEEE

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In 8 days will the festival Castlefest start, a cosplay fantasy festival. I never dressed up for this festival i always went as myself (as myself was/is  with dreads and glittery bindi’s sorta like a fairy look, i loooovveee fairies!) but this year i wanted to put a little effort in it. So…….. I created this deery look, the antlers are still in the make. But I think I will be one awesome deer :)

so are there any other cosplayers here or maybe castlefest faeries?

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For anon…this is going to be set before Rogue One. Since we know little about Fest, I’m making up what it looks like. Enjoy!

Y/N listened intently to the radio chatter going on. Her, along with Mon Mothma and several others, were listening to Captain Cassian Andor during his mission. Y/N, his girlfriend, had her hands balled into fists as she worried over the man.

“I’m sending the information I received from the informant,” his thick accent relayed, “K2, get back to the ship!”

Y/N clenched her jaw. He rarely ordered around K2SO when he was still on comm.

“Something’s wrong,” she muttered.
“A few Imperial fighters are on my tail,” he reported after a bit of silence, “K2, set trajectory for Yavin 4.”

With each word spoken from her beloved, Y/N’s heart continued to sink. She knew Cassian was a skilled pilot, but it sounded like a whole calvary was after him. His yells, preparing for impact, smacked her chest. Her hand covered her mouth as she heard the water break the transmission.

Mon Mothma, and the others, bowed their heads in regret. One quietly informed that they received the information. The woman in white raised her gaze to Y/N. She already knew the poor girl felt broken.

Before anything could be said, she stormed out of the control room with every intention to leave.


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ORGANIZATION XIII FANFEST - DAY III : LANCER
↳ prompt: benefits of cynicism

human ideals are a messy distraction to your goals; you are glad to be rid of them.

a couple months ago the Make-a-Wish Foundation hit me up about this awesome kid, Christian. he has Hodgkin’s disease, lost his eyebrows and all his hair in chemo, and just got a bone marrow transplant but his one wish out of everything in the world was to come to EST fEST and perform Swing Life Away with me. Long story short we made it happen and @danny_evans captured one of the coolest moments ever right here - 

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Merthur Party 2013

➔  Prompt 6: Just the Beginning

I’m coming home