grin with a purpose

People speak of Angels
As though they’re beautiful things
Made of love and light and innocence
With cherubic faces and gentle smiles
With soft down feathers of white for wings
And flowing robes of reds and gold
Like princes of beauty all noble and replete
Considerate and caring and all too forgiving of what they protect
That speak of the Father and adore His divine will
With biblical verse and scripture to come.

Angels are not kind or innocent
Cruelty and war is their domain in ways humans cannot comprehend
To be an Angel is to be wonderful and terrible and judgement
It is the blade of fire that burns forests and boils seas
The sound of choirs and horns that deafen men and leave them awed
The rage and anger and malice and beauty of creation and destruction
With six wings that are beyond all understanding
And faces that do not have a drop of humanity in them
No gentle smiles but toothy grins
And only declarations of purpose and faith and destiny.

People speak of Angels
All they know are lies.

—  Speak of Angels | K.C
God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of ‘parties’ with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when you at last find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment, and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in it’s appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering -
—  Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
All I Want For Christmas

For the anon who prompted “Robin and Regina get into an argument at Christmas, and Roland and Henry take it upon themselves to reunite them.” And for @sometimesangryblackwoman who prompted “What are you going to do about it” for Dimples Believer from my prompt list.

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God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment, and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.
—  Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.
Friendship

Summary: Once, Scott interrupted Stiles and Derek in the middle of sex. Stiles likes to tease him about it.

Notes: Based off this photo set. It gave me a kind of fun, silly idea, and I went with it. (On AO3)


Stiles shoots Derek a sly look, picks up his phone. He tips his head back against the couch cushion as it dials, letting his fingers trail lightly down Derek’s arm. “Hey,” he says brightly when Scott picks up. “Derek and I just had sex, and you didn’t call or text to interrupt. Are you okay? We’re both concerned.”

“Stiles, that was one time,” Scott huffs. “And I promise, it wasn’t on purpose.”

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B R A D L E Y ’ S   B D A Y  W E E K

day #5 - bradley + comic con 1/2

attolirene replied to your post “rey’s a wild trash child, poe’s been fighting a war too long to learn…”

counterpoint: finn enjoying not having to clean up after everything he does for once in his life and going wild the way kids do after they leave for college. he leaves his bed unmade on purpose and spends the entire day grinning about it. “yeah finn, stick it to the man” poe says as if he’s made his bed at any point in the last 10 years

awwwww

For future reference for all my followers, my version of “drunk” is two beers because I am a lightweight.

1 Beer = “I luv u and u and this thing here”
2 Beers = “Nietzsche is the fertilizer to my existential crisis-plant… yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what I meant to say…”
3+ Beers = “And FURTHRMORE– Zzz…” 

Imagine... (Shakarian part II)

Garrus FREAKING.OUT. the first time he hears Shepard’s bones pop when she stretches.

Shepard kissing the tip of his mandibles.

“Don’t ever do this again in public, you’re testing my self control as it is Shepard!”

Shepard doing it again on purpose, a shit eating grin all over her face.

Shepard buying an electric underblanket for her bed, turning it on when Garrus spends the night.

And then kicking out most of the blankets during the night, snuggling to the warm body next to her.

Garrus rolling over in his sleep and pulling Shepard close to him.

Shepard discovering that yes, she does have a voice kink, and a waist kink.

Figuring out its just a Garrus kink and being embarrassed by it.

No, Garrus doesn’t have a human fetish, just a really big Shepard fetish, which he’s very much okay with.

Shepard tucking her feet under Garrus’ thigh as they go through plans and tactics.

Garrus holding on to her ankle, idly caressing the odd shape.

Garrus muttering ‘I love you’ at the oddest times, whenever he’s hit by the realisation that yes, he loves her, but even more incredible than that, is that she loves him back.

Shepard, N7 graduate, Commander of the Victory Fleet, bringer of peace, negotiator extraordinaire, being absolute FLUSTERED when her boyfriend asks her to marry him.

Shepard, running to the beam alone, touching the spot where Garrus had marked her, they had been mates for seemingly years.

Despite input from friends, family, the Council, dignitaries, TMZ, strangers on the street, Tali and Liara, they make their wedding small, just Garrus’ family, close friends and the Primarch to officiate the ceremony.

Shepard, being in charge of the Spectre division of the Galaxy.

“General Vakarian, this is Spectre Vakarian reporting for duty.”

Shepard refusing the Council position because otherwise she’d have no time to spend with her husband.

Garrus refusing a higher position because of a direct conflict of interest, and no, he’s not leaving his wife for his job.

Happily married to their best friend.

Joking about a Human-Turian baby, but the other knows they want a baby as much as they want a return of the Reapers.

Celebrating the first date, first year of marriage, ten years, fifty years.

Being the poster couple for Human-Turian relations and being a PR nightmare.

Adopting a puppy from Earth and a kitty from Cipritine.

Garrus trying his hand on Human cuisine.

Shepard surprising Garrus with a fully modded riffle, and leaving him to play with the gun.

Super corny pick up lines and lame jokes that work on each other.

Voltron- Laughing Headcanon

Made this canon up with @isabeau25 last night and that is Keith, Lance, Pidge and Hunk all secretly try to make Shiro laugh when they can, but it soons turns into a contest.

  • It starts off with a bet with Hunk and Lance on who can make Shiro laugh more, but before long Keith and Pidge declare they want in on this too.
  • Hunk makes up a scoreboard to keep track for fun.
  • Hunk’s in the lead since he’s good for making jokes, and it just comes naturally to him.  He can normally get a full blown laugh out of Shiro.
  • Lance makes Shiro laugh by pulling off elaborate pranks, but that usually end up with himself as the victim (on purpose) and he always secretly grins when he hears Shiro chuckle.
  • Lance is shocked to see that he and Keith and tied for second, but that’s because Keith knows little private jokes and memories only Shiro would find funny.
  • Pidge is an expert at puns, much to Shiro’s delight and to the pain of the rest of the crew, but it’s worth it.
  • Eventually, Coran, Allura and the Space Mice learn about the scoreboard and they want in.
  • Coran tells some of the crazy hijinks from his youth which often makes Shiro crack a smile.
  • Allura struggles and tries too hard at times, but strange enough it’s when she’s relaxed she can get Shiro to laugh and it’s normally when she’s sarcastic.  She’s quite smug when she finally gets to adds her point.
  • The Space Mice get their laughs by doing funny dances, which work every time and they leave their paw marks on the scoreboard.
  • Eventually, Shiro discovers that scoreboard, but doesn’t let on he knows about it.
  • Instead, he makes his own personal scoreboard on how to make the others laugh when he can to which he often gets help from the Space Mice.
God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of ‘parties’ with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.
—  The Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath
BigBang seeing you dance in your underwear.

A/N: Hello!~ So, I hope you like it! I don’t even know what to write here anymore. This was quite fun though!! And I swear Jiyong will be the death of me one day. ~ Red

G-Dragon

look at this cute little muffin omfg!!! 

Okay I have a feeling that if he came home not expecting to see you yet seeing you dancing in your underwear, he’d stand there for a good minute with this adorable stupid grin on his face and just chuckle. If you didn’t notice him standing there after a minute, whether it’s because you have headphones on or you’re just too into the song, he’d probably pull out his phone to record you…for his own viewing purposes. For science XD. Then, with that grin still plastered on his face, he’d walk over to you, wrap his arms around your waist, and say something cheesy and stupid sweet along the lines of…

“I could really get used to coming home to this.” 

T.O.P

I can see TOP standing there for a second, a bit surprised you’re home but enjoying the view nonetheless. He’d watch your moves and the way you swayed your hips, and just stare for a good minute, but after he’s done with that, he’d grin and start dancing right along with you, like so. 

Taeyang

This boy here would come home with the perfect plan of how to surprise you but end up just standing there when he realized he was actually the one being surprised. Like T.O.P, he’d stare for a minute before moving toward the couch, grinning like an idiot, and sitting down to watch you if you didn’t notice him. He’d smile and think to himself  “How did I ever get this lucky?”

Daesung

I feel like Dae wouldn’t hesitate to join you in your dancing. Like, the moment he walks through that door, a bit shocked to see you at home, he’d burst out laughing and walk over to you to join your little party. He’d scare you, not expecting him home just yet, but when you saw him dancing with you you’d laugh at him and your two person party would continue until one of you, if not both, would get tired. 

Seungri

Seungri would come home, expecting to see an empty house so he could get his surprise ready for you, but he’d stop dead in his tracks when he opened the door and saw you dancing in your underwear. He’d watch for a second, wondering what exactly was going on with this small smile on his face before standing next to you for a second. You’d stop, staring at him and watch as, out of nowhere, he’d start dancing, turnin up. Like, out of the blue he’d start dancing, especially if it was one of their songs, and then you’d start laughing at him, cheering him on as his number 1 fan. XDD 

God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering
—  Sylvia Plath

did everyone in the Lord of the Flies fandom just collectively forget about Maurice??? Like I get that his character doesn’t majorly affect the story, but he’s perfect??? He’s described as the second-tallest in the choir next to  Beanstalk Merridew, ‘broad and grinning all the time’, and basically his entire purpose is to entertain the littluns with dumb jokes????? Maurice= unproblematic fave. 

Life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of ‘parties’ with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter — they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship — but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.
—  Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Gif sources:  Kevin  |  Rick

Imagine being Ryan’s secret girlfriend, and late one night at the precinct you end up making out in one of the interrogation rooms, when Castle walks in.

——— Request for anon ———

“Kevin,” you giggle when he kisses a ticklish spot on your neck, making him chuckle in turn when he leans back, face flushed red and a satisfied grin on his face, “You’re doing that on purpose.”

“So what if I am?” he shrugs playfully before you pull him back to your lips. The interrogation room’s table has warmed up by now, with you leaning on it. So you don’t care in the least when Kevin pushes you a little more into it when he cups your jaw, deepening the kiss between you. Both of you so consumed with each other that you don’t even realize the doorknob turning, but you do notice the startled gasp when it’s opened.

Ryan pulls back, and you both look towards the door to see a very animated and shocked Castle, a grin slowly finding its way onto his face the longer he looks at the two of you blushing, “Ryan, you and—?”

“You saw nothing,” Ryan replies.

“Oh, is that what you kids are calling it nowadays?” Castle grins, making you groan and run a hand down your face before you give him a look matching Ryan’s stern one.

“You saw nothing.”

God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.
—  ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Day 4: Kitten

There are no grand gestures, no getting on his knees, no overdone flirting. Just a stiff boy on her balcony with nervousness written all over his face.

“Marinette, will you carry my kitten?”

There’s a beat.

Two.

Three.

Marinette blinks. Slowly.

“…Say that again?”

“Will you-” Chat’s hand trails to his pocket, opening it and pulling out of it- “-carry my kitten?”

Marinette opens her mouth. Closes it. Stares.

Stares at the very fluffy and very literal kitten in her partner’s hands.

“Oh. That kind of kitten. I thought you meant-”

“Yeah I know.” He grins wide -what a jerk. “I did it on purpose.”

(She still adopt the kitten.)
God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.
—  Sylvia Plath