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Don’t Tell Cy.

This was a bad idea! This was a very bad idea! Cyborg would dismantle the game station for parts just to spite me if he found out what Raven and I did in his T-car.  

This was not my fault! I mean Raven came to my door with the keys to dangling from her long lovely fingers. Cy doesn’t even trust Robin to drive the T-Car, how Raven got them I had no idea.

She stood there with here hood up and this look in her eyes, and this little smirk on her face. Her voice was slow and heavy and she asked, “Want to go for a drive?”  She could have asked me to jump off a cliff and I would have said “Sure let’s go!” What can I say Supes has kryptonite, GL has yellow, I have Raven's…okay I have Raven.

One we were in the car she told me what she had in mind.  That’s when I turned into a pile of fidget in the passenger seat.  My hands gripped the sides of the leather seat like the belt was not going to be enough.

“Rae, I don’t think this is a good idea.” I was able to stammer out. Just the thought of it alone was making my blood pound in my ears.  I am fairly proud of myself that I could say anything, instead of just sitting there. I told you she is hard to say no to.

Garfield, are you saying you don’t want to do this with me?“ She asked just over the hum of the engine.

Raven kept her eyes on the road her delicate fingers wrapped around the steering wheel as the night passed them through the windows. For some reason, I found it exciting to watch her drive. She is so graceful, steering or changed gears, gentle but still in complete control. Raven wasn’t driving the car, she was dancing with it. That and with her cloak tucked neatly behind her, that left most of her legs in plain view. Witch pretty much obliterated what was left of my will.

"NO! I mean no, Yes, ! No! I mean do you really think we should do this in the Car?”  

Raven turned smoothly and a few moments later brought the car to a stop.  Her right hand left the wheel. She traced her pale fingers across the top of my hand. 

She leaned over and whispered in my ear “Relax as long as we are careful Cyborg will never know.” Her words sent a surge of heat from my ear right down my spine.  Raven had me and she knew it.

“I thought you liked taking risks?” her mouth showing just the slightest hint of a smile. There was something dangerous about her tonight. I didn’t know what to say but she did.

“Garfield” Her fingers wrapped around my hand and she slowly pulled them both into her lap. “We are alone. No one to intrude, nothing to distract us” She gently pried open my hand and laid in on her exposed thigh. “You can either stress about this, or you can enjoy it” Another hot whisper into my ear.  

"Let’s do it!” jumped out of my moth.  

She quickly pressed her lips to my neck right before nipping my earlobe. Raven let her foot off the break and the T-car slowed moved forward.  

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Me: Oh god. I’ve taken on quite a lot of stuff this year. How is it almost August already? How can I possibly get all of this done to all the deadlines I have? Right. Just buckle down now. Concentrate. No meandering. Focus on the job in hand.

Brain: Well, hello there.

Me: No.

Brain: But look… [throws open catalogue of new ideas] See what I’ve got here? A whole load of new stuff for you to work on.

Me: No. Definitely not. No time. Too much to do already. You are woefully small, far too miniature to hold anything else effectively.

Brain: Ahh, [tapping particularly shiny new idea] but what about THIS one?

Me: Shit.

Brain: Yes?

Me: That is actually a really good idea. Shit. 

Brain: Yes!

Me: No! I mean… I’ll just write a log-line for it and stick it in my ideas folder. 

Brain: OK. If that’s what you want. 

Me: I do.

Brain: You’re the boss.

Me: Yes. Yes, I am.

Me: …

Me: …

Me: Maybe I’ll just make a few notes… 

Brain: OK. You do that. 

Me: I won’t work on it. It’ll just be… for later.

Brain: Sure.

Brain: Like I said, you’re the boss.

[Ten minutes later]

Me: Shit. Where did this entire universe come from? I don’t have time for this! 

Brain: But it’s a great idea. 

Me: It is. 

Brain: You’re welcome.

Me: But I’m not going to do any more work on it right now.

Brain: OK.

Me: Really.

Brain: Sure.

Me: I’m not going to think about it any more.

Brain: Got it. 

[Two days later]

Me: [To agent] …so anyway, what do you think? I’m SO EXCITED. I think I’ve nailed the set up. So now my plan is to write the first one and outline four more before I show it to you. OK? Sure I can fit it in. It’s just making stuff up, right? This is what I do, right? It’s going to be fun! 

Brain: I’m just going to have a nap now. OK?

atemina-rubygibb  asked:

You "name" gives me different ideas, no matter how I desconstruct it. First I think of Arca+Tsk. Arca is the Portuguese variant of Arc, and Tsk is that sound done. Second, I get Ar+Cats+K. Ar, the Portuguese for air, Cats an obvious thing, and K as an initial from your first name. I just think of you as someone I've "seen" on DA who may have a chest full of Cat Plushies.

Oh!! What interesting ideas you got there! I love them! (and here I thought my username is pretty understandable for all…:/ ..well nvm..lets leave everyone under the impression I randomly hit the keyboard..haha)

And you’re not very wrong about the cat plushies..

  • luke skywalker is terrifying. 
  • no, shut up, come back.
  • you have to understand:
  •  to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
  •  Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
    • so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
    • the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
    • because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
    • and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –

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Bakugou’s smile can scare off childrens easily..(・∀・ ) He could run the title of “Number 1. Most Evil-looking hero” for generations lololol

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i hope this counts as “several children” XD @princeasimdiya12

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what is dodie yellow

recently, many of us have been begging the question: is it dodie yellow though? today i am here to solve this conundrum, this question plaguing a generation. today i am here with dodie’s twitter opened and actively not doing my homework just so that we can say definitively, “this is dodie yellow.”

ok so because most of our interactions with this elusive color are on twitter, that’s exactly where we’ll start. first of all, this reply

i put the second one into one of those hex code from image things and got this

problem solved, right? this is dodie yellow, however ugly and brown it may seem, the facts don’t lie, but wait there's more! in another twitter reply, dodie said that this was dodie yellow

but when i put it into the hex code finder..

not only a completely different color than what she said before but even more ugly and brown. there's also other tweets where she claims that both of these are dodie yellow

the hex codes of these, respectively, are below

as you can tell, dodie has gone a bit mad. she’s given us four completely different yellows to work with. from here, it gets a bit tricky. it’s less about facts and more about intuition with a slight sprinkling of opinion. saying this, i’m going to go ahead and completely rule out number one and two as they are more brown than yellow and ngl they look kind of gross.

now, we’re down to the top two. unfortunately, there’s no real way of knowing which is the true dodie yellow without dodie herself approving it but we now have two possible hex codes for dodie yellow and are further along than we were when we started this journey so i think we should count that as a success. hopefully, we will have a more definitive answer in the near future but this is, unfortunately, as close as we will get to solving the age old question today.

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I am FINALLY done with this. Hope you guys enjoy it, please let me know if you do, your comments are very much appreciated. Lots of love, B xx

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It’s all he can see when he looks at you. It’s the color that paints your lips and it’s the only thing he’s been able to think about all night long.

When he picked you up earlier tonight, on your way to a dinner with a group of friends, his eyes had zoomed in on your lips the second you opened the car door to greet him - while you stepped inside and leaned in to say hello, placing a chaste and pert kiss on his cheek, his eyes followed your lips as you came closer.

“What color is that? Crimson? Bright red?” Is what he thinks, the shades of it swirling in his mind. He doesn’t know and he’s tempted to ask you but to do that was to show he’s been paying more attention to you than he’s got the right to and maybe it’d give you the wrong impression - he’s not interested in your lipstick but more on the way the color makes your lips look full and incredibly inviting.

Biting onto his bottom lip after greeting you quickly, his eyes fleet to his rear view mirror, spotting the patch of skin close to his jaw where you had placed your kiss - a lipstick mark remains, the shape of your lips stamped onto his skin in a bright shade of red.

The sight gave him goose bumps and he couldn’t explain why, but when you leaned forward on his front seat, the visor pulled down so you could look in the mirror and make sure your lipstick was not smudged, Harry felt his stomach sink - images of you on your knees, eyes hazy and lips swollen while you suck on his cock with greedy, swollen and red painted lips, leaving a stain on his length, invaded his mind without his permission and he feels his cock twitch in his pants, heat rising underneath his skin.

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