grimace-love

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“Ow ow ow ow ow.” You mumble to yourself, wincing as your ankle silently screamed in pain each time if touched the ground. 

Your brothers had been letting you go on simple solo hunts for a while now and everything had been easy enough to deal with. But this. It was’t exactly excruciating, just impractical, uncomfortable, and looked a lot worse than it felt.

You reached the bunker and saw that Sam and Dean were back a day earlier than they said- great, you could have called them to pick you up. 

Sam’s eyes left the laptop momentarily to greet you. You smiled back through gritted teeth and slipped your walking boots off your feet. Peeling the sock past your ankle a bloody mess greeted you and you grimaced.”Lovely.”You murmured to no one in particular.

“Huh?” Dean asked, halfway through a mouthful of pie.
“Nothing.” You stated, not wanting your brothers to worry.

To your utter surprise, Sam noticed.

“Y/N?!” He jolted up from his chair and knelt down to examine your ankle. “What happened?” He asked, his eyes filled with worry.
Dean had followed the commotion and now too was worried.

“I just tripped up in a fight okay? Nothing major. I’m fine.” You insisted, swatting their hands away like an unwanted fly.

Regardless, Sam had grabbed a sponge and warm water and was cleaning up your wound before you could even attempt to resist. “Um…” You managed between their overprotective outbursts.

Eventually, you gave up trying to stop them and settled with a roll of the eyes.
You couldn’t help but giggle. 
On cue, both of them shared a look of confusion before handing it over to you.
You shook your head with disbelief and smirked at them.


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She stands out in the way black cats do against the brightness of Paris. She’s a spot of shadow among the vibrant colors of his store. Adrien’s nose is filled with the fragrances both sweet and sharp of the plants he cares for, so he can’t quite pinpoint why she brings to mind the smell of freshly baked bread and sugar.


She is out of place and she looks like she’d rather be anywhere else but in his flower shop. He feels a little defensive about that, but she hasn’t even said a word. It’s all in the way she holds out her purchase with a grimace twisting her lovely lips and in the way her spine is as ramrod straight as a trellis.

- retrouvailles by @gigiree, my most beloved ml tattoo and flowershop au

NARUTO LOVES SASUKE AND SASUKE LOVES NARUTO AND ITS NOT PLATONIC AND IT ITS FULL OF HIDDEN TENSION AND A DESIRE TO AKWAYS BE TOUCHING AND SASUKE LOVES HOW NARUTO SMILES AND NARUTO LOVES HOW SASUKE GRIMACES AND NARUTO LOVES HIS DARK HAIR AND INKY BLACK EYES AND SASUKE LOVES HIS LIGHT AND HIS SOUL AND THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS AND THEY CARE SO MUCH AND THEY ARE TOO IMPORTANT TOGETHER AND NO MOVIE OR HUMAN OR GOD WILL TELL ME THAT THEY ARE NOT IN LOVE. SASUKE IS IN LOVE WITH NARUTO AND NARUTO IS IN LOVE WITH SASUKE

Frank grimaced with concentration. Suddenly, he disappeared. On the deck where he’d been standing, a green iguana crouched next to an empty set of Chinese handcuffs.
“Well done, Frank Zhang,” Leo said dryly, doing his impression of Chiron the centaur. “That is exactly how people beat Chinese handcuffs. They turn into iguanas
—  Heroes of Olympus (The Mark of Athena)

Since the video card in my macbook decided to die on Monday of this week I’ve had to go back to my old G4 mac mini. Since all of my current pics are on my laptop I’ve been going through some of the old photos that I left on the computer for storage and didn’t transfer over.

This particular photo was taken during a location scout for what was to become the second music video I would direct, Grimace Love’s “Grimstone” (http://vimeo.com/9834087). However, at the time this photo was taken the concept and the song it was for were both different.

When I first met with Grim he was looking for a director for the lead single “Pimpin’ the Riddim” off of his Perception album but after our meet he offered me “Grimstone” which I obviously took.

The initial idea for the video was a high concept and we were looking for a location that could be used for the finale of the video which would have a large group of people gathering in an alley.

This obviously didn’t happen and due to our grant not coming through I had to alter the concept of the video into its current form. 

Your Not-So Friendly Neighbourhood Consulting Love Poodle
  • : :THIS WAS GOING TO BE TWO PARTS BUT I COULDN'T WAIT. PLEASE EXCUSE MY CLUTTERING UP THE TAG (PS. IT'S LONG) :)
  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *writing frantically*
  • John: *reading the newspaper*
  • Sherlock: *taps his chin with the pen*
  • John: *glances at him over the paper*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *hastily crossing things out*
  • John: *sighs* Aren't you usually at Bart's-
  • Sherlock: Do you know where William Shakespeare lives?
  • John: ...
  • John: William Shakespeare? As...as in-
  • Sherlock: *frustrated* As in the playwright and romantic poet, yes.
  • John: *amused* Why?
  • Sherlock: *frowns* I need his help.
  • John: *folds his paper* So, you want to know where William Shakespeare lives? Presently?
  • Sherlock: *through gritted teeth* Yes. It's a perfectly simple question.
  • John: *forces a neutral expression* Oh, he lives in Stratford-Upon-Avon but he's a pretty busy man. What with all the plays and poems he's writing. Plus, it's a two hour drive.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Mmm. A phone number?
  • John: *hiding behind the newspaper* Try the Yellow Pages. Why are you so keen anyway?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Women seem to like him. He writes romantic poems.
  • John: *smiles* Ahhh *pauses* Here... *gestures for the paper*
  • Sherlock: *narrows his eyes*
  • John: *rolls his eyes* Trust me.
  • Sherlock: *sighs; hands him the paper*
  • John: *writing, folds the paper and seals it; smiles* Go get her, mate.
  • LATER
  • Molly: *yawns; enters her office and finds a note attached to a muffin*
  • Molly: *confused; reads the note* "My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite. I do love nothing in the world so much as you'. Your not-so friendly neighbourhood consulting love poodle. PS. I think Shakespeare is still alive."
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *grins*
Broken glass

{ Closed with @castoutbymyown }

Elliot Massen fixed his tie. Another morning, another day to work, another one of the same routine of the past few years. As the owner of the family company “Evenstar Cosmetics” he made more money than he thought he would, at first. The company thrived under his rule and he was happy with the life he had.
He even had a wonderful woman on his side, Tauriel, the read hair he loved. He grimaced on that. He didn’t love Tauriel. Or better, he loved her but wasn’t in love with her. And this was a problem. He was getting bored, but tried not to be selfish. He offered her the life she deserved, but now he was thinking if this life is what he deserved.

Getting out of the elevator, he smiled to his secretary and got in his office, on the top floor. He left his briefcase on his desk and took off his jacket, stretching. His dreams were strange that night. After his family’s death, he rarely saw dreams about them. And yet, he saw when his father first learned him to fire an arrow. He smiled in that, as he looked outside the window, that was practically all the wall. He loved archery, had many medals and trophies. How could he leave his love for that sport back?

His secretary walked in and placed his coffee on the desk, as he sat. He listened at today’s schedule and sighed softly. “Thank you, Kate. Let me know when the representative from the supplier will come” he said and the black girl nodded, leaving the room and him in peace.
“Come on, Elliot, back to your monotonous life” he murmured to himself and started his work.

Butterfly Bog moments that haven’t been properly recognized yet:

-Marianne and Bog King both describe Dawn’s boutonniere as *awkward hand motions* …”lovely” (grimace). Gotta love BK’s appreciative smile when he sees Marianne describe it the same way he did.

-When Marianne first enters the dark forest, she gets freaked out by the venus flytraps, spider-webs, unfurling ferns…all the highlights of her romantic flight later (certainly more romantic on second glance…like a certain “scaly-backed cockroach”). The only part she doesn’t come across is the giant centipede (Roland spots it later but whatever…screw Roland, he can have the centipede :P)

-When Marianne tells her dad “if someone would take my hand, look me in the eyes, and I don’t want to HIT HIM—then I’d consider it” GO WATCH THE THORN BUSH SCENE AGAIN! THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT OUR BEAUTIFUL BOGGY-WOGGY DOES AND SHE’S WAAAAY PAST JUST CONSIDERING AT THAT POINT