hey hi i'm not dead.... yet

anonymous asked:

Hey! :) Here's an exact translation of what Denis said to Cassidy : "Get out of here! Do you think I need your pity? Do you think I need you to take care of me? I'm not a child, I don't need you to tie my shoelaces." Come to think of it I think what really breaks my heart is the scene where Cass offers Denis some m&m's...I mean that's typically what you would remember a child loving to eat...

hey! thank you, that’s much more specific!

yes :((( We know from previous things Denis has said that Cassidy has probably shown up sporadically, partied in his apartment and mooched off him, then left. perhaps his mother used to be there but she is long since dead. it’s no wonder he received him with such bitterness. yet he still had a hard time turning him away - makes you think there were maybe some pretty good memories mixed in there as well, which makes the bitterness all the greater probably. 

anonymous asked:

"Hey, what's with the tears? I'm not dead yet." With Jules. Fluffy please Thank you

“Hey, what’s with the tears?” a familiar voice calls from the balcony, and they shoot up to see Julian Devorak standing there, smiling gently. “I’m not dead yet.”

Joy rushes through them first, fast and pure and bubbling - he looks so beautiful, with the moonlight at his back and his softest smile on his lips - but the panic comes quick on its heels.

They throw themselves off of their bed, rushing for him, desperate to move him into the shadows, where no one can see. 

“Julian!” they half-screech. “What do you think you’re doing? If Nadia finds you -”

“She won’t,” he assures, reaching up to catch their face in his hands, wiping away the tears still lingering on their cheeks. “Portia helped make sure of that.”

They sigh, sliding their hands to rest on his hips, their eyebrows rising. 

“Do I want to know?” they ask, sniffling slightly, even as a smile tugs at the corners of their lips. Julian’s own smile widens in return.

“Probably not,” he says. “But you’ll have to see anyway. I -” And then, suddenly, he falters. His cheeks turn pink, and he’s looking down, away. “I’m here to, ah. Break you out.”

Their eyebrows climb higher. “Break me out? Of…the palace? Right now?”

“That was the plan,” he confirms, before a stricken expression crosses his face. “If you want to, of course! We’re not - I’m not forcing you to. But Nadia is growing suspicious, you said so yourself, and…maybe, it’d be better for us to just…run.”

“Run,” they repeat. Because they have suddenly become a parrot from Lucio’s menagarie. They shake their head, and grip onto his coat tighter, hardly daring to believe it. “Us? As in - you and me?”

He nods, gaze flicking over their face, gauging their reaction.

They stare back, steadily.

“I can be ready in ten minutes,” they say.

Scented {Chapter Twenty}

Title: Scented

Fandom: Owari no Seraph

Pairing: Mikayuu

Rating: E

Summary: In a world ruled by beta neutrality, alphas and omegas are controlled by suppressants which modify their natural inclinations. Under constant surveillance, unproductive members of society are removed in the name of efficiency. Yuichiro Hyakuya is deemed infertile by the Board and is sentenced to certain death. In an act of defiance Yuichiro steals enough suppressants to hide his scent and joins the military under the guise of a beta.

It would be his luck to find himself under the command of his assigned mate, Mikaela Shindo.

Read it on ao3 or ffnet :)

anonymous asked:

hey! I just discovered your blog and i love it :) i'm sorry if you've already done something like this and i just haven't gotten to it yet, but can i prompt the clones reacting to somebody belittling/verbally harassing their s/o? thanks!


  • If it was Fives’ s/o, they’d be as good as dead, or at least wish they had died. Fives’ is just a little bit yandere; he’d never hurt his s/o, but he would make anyone who hurt them pay dearly. He would probably go too far if his s/o didn’t stop him. He’d apologize to them later, and promise to control himself more. 
  • Rex has faith in his s/o, and wants to give them a chance to stand up for themselves. He wouldn’t to offend them by giving the impression they couldn’t take care of themselves. If it did escalate to where they couldn’t, or just weren’t able too to begin with, then he would step in and calmly, but firmly, let the person know they needed to back off. Things wouldn’t get physical unless they needed too. 
  • Wolffe wouldn’t appreciate it, and let them know real fast they were messing with the wrong person. He’s pretty scary himself, so the person would probably back now pretty fast. If not, Wolffe would find a way to make them, and them make them apologize to his s/o. 
  • To most people’s surprise, Echo can become confrontational when the situation allows it. He’s not quick to want to fight someone, but the look he’d give them would let them know he would if he had too. He also wouldn’t want to fight in front of his s/o, and would want to remove them from the situation before he did anything else. 
  • Public humiliation is Cody’s specialty, you don’t talk down to his s/o, you just don’t. He wouldn’t care who the jerk was either, he’d make a scene, intimidate them, challenge them, then laugh when they wouldn’t fight him. “Yeah that’s what I thought. Can’t fuck with someone your own size.” Then just wrap his arm around his s/o and walk away.

during the regular season, i can classify teams into categories like:

  • teams i love
  • teams i like
  • teams i don’t care about
  • teams i hate

during the playoffs, there’s only:

  • my team
  • teams i hate


     This was a hard choice to make. Did he make his presence known? Pull a gun? Turn away? Continue to watch? Peering around the wall he had pressed himself up against, the wraith scowled under the mask. Jesse McCree. For all Reyes had done back then… Was a part of Reaper still so attached to what Reyes felt? That man was dead. A clawed hand twitched down by his gun. He was a killer. A reaper. He had a list. But Jesse… Was the man really on it? He hadn’t looked too deep into what the other man had been doing. Was it because he still cared? He shouldn’t. 

     He had a choice to make. Swiftly he grabbed both shotguns and moved out of his cover, aiming both but stopping dead in his tracks with them aimed. Familiar memories of a time lost to him. Hesitation for the first time crossed him, and he nearly lowered his guns. Reyes’ memories. This wasn’t him, this wasn’t Reaper. He didn’t want to speak, and yet it came out.