hot water*

In honor of falling apart less,
and stitching myself up more.
In honor of the way you made me burn.
I present this poem,
a nuanced art of pretending everything is alright.

I washed my sins off in the shower last night,
I let the hot water scald your touch off my skin.
That was for you.

For myself,
I  drowned  in holy water,
as cold as the river stream,
baptized away unclean emotions.
I wish I was free, free, free.

My hair drips angel wings down my back.
My hair drips and I dissipate into porcelain,
my reflection melting and distorting in this steamed mirror,
I let myself whirl down the drain.
My hair drips, and with it my blood runs hot and cold.
My hair drips, and I let it drown me.

I turn off the lights,
and let my body lay,
feel how it feels,
how it moves,
how bones grind and muscles glide.
I let myself feel how I am inside.

It’s mechanical though,
because the emotion is too fluid to grasp,
and it slips through my fingers.
Like panning for gold, in a hot valley,
sun pounding down on your neck,
hours of searching, searching, searching.
You finally strike gold.
but river current strings of fate pull it away.
Your sweat rolls down your neck, and drips,
it wraps around you like a noose.

I fall back into bed,
let its arms enfold around me,
and wrap myself against it’s chest.

I wish I was divine,
I wish I sipped ambrosia, and nectar,
had casual conversations with the gods.
I wish I was so heavenly I brought him down on his knees.

I wish I was so heavenly I brought you down on your knees.

Instead, I dry myself off,
pretending the water on my face isn’t tears,
salt eroding my skin.

I take a deep breath, and
on my skin I draw a beautiful girl.

Who doesn’t know what heartbreak is,
who doesn’t hate herself when she wakes up everyday,
who doesn’t shake when she thinks of all that she fucked up.
Who doesn’t cry alone at night,
when the only one who can hear her is mother moon,
who is so far,
her glow doesn’t alight on mortals with broken eyes.
Who still somehow thinks they are holy,
Who still somehow thinks they are angel.

I draw a girl who doesn’t pretend she is okay.

I dress myself up,
I smile in the mirror and say
I am okay, I am free, and I can do whatever I want to,
I am free and I can do whatever I want to.
I am free… but I am not.
But I wish it was true.

My hair still drips down my skin,
It hasn’t dried after all this time.
I hide my wings under my shirt,
I hide my wings and it all hurts.

At the end of the the day
No matter how much I wish or pretend,
I dress myself down, and take it all off.

I am just a  mortal girl,
whose wings are just empty bones,
dark branches, ink bleeding into white snow.

I am just a girl.
I laugh in empty spaces,
I smile through the tears,
I love the way you make me burn.

I am just a girl but,
I cauterize my wounds,
I bless myself,
I heal under the moon.

I am just a girl
but I am holy and
I stitch myself up with shaking hands,
I burn to keep you near.

I am just a girl but
oh don’t you wish that you knew that I was so much more?

—  I loved you so I could hate myself a little less, it didn’t work, but that’s okay.
Dear Charlie,

Hello Charlie and anyone who might be reading this. I found this on a different blog and I might this be useful.

depression tips™
“shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.
moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over.
put on clean, comfortable clothes.
put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.
drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.
clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink.
blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.
make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something.
make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.
go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.
call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.
cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them


anonymous asked:

So I got my period today , all I can imagine is Carter taking care of you but like being totally lost. But he is such a sweetheart that he makes you some tea and buys you every brand of (fancy) chocolate. But all you want is stay all day cuddle with him in bed.

“Do you want a hot water bottle?”

No you shake your head, making grabby hands at him before he chuckles and gets in bed with you.

Fluffy Friday™

Richonne Headcanon Bingo

11.  Who uses all the hot water before the other gets a chance?

Michonne does. All day swinging her katana, practicing her sharp shooting, and keeping up with Rick’s healthy libido, it is bound to tire a lady out. So at the end of the day when they are finally able to retire to their home, Michonne immediately jumps in the shower before Rick or Carl have a chance. It is her alone time away from the testosterone and responsibilities. After four days straight of cold showers, Rick invites himself in on some Michonne shower time. For the hot water and other stuff and thangs. 

(by @rickey-dickey-grimes)

zuni21798  asked:

Hi! I absolutely love your stories! You do such a great job! I was wondering if you could do 14, 28, 29, 32, and 33? Thanks so much! 😊

Hey there! Thank you so much for your kind words. :) Here you are!

“This hurts like a bullet.” You groaned.
“That’s because it is a bullet, sweetheart.” Gibbs was pushing on your leg, and you were groaning out. The two of you had really found yourselves in hot water this time. You were taken hostage over a week ago, and your captor had only recently left the two of you alone. Well, really, Gibbs had beat him to death after he made the wrong comment about what he was going to do to you. Still, the two of you were really screwed now.
You were in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and you were shot. The exact words that came from the man’s mouth were, “You look like you aren’t being pleased. That’s alright, I’m going to make a woman out of you soon enough, baby,” as he ran the barrel of his gun over your thighs. Whether it was the attack on Gibbs’ manhood or the way he spoke to you, you’d never know. Gibbs lunged for his throat, and the gun went off.
“Jethro… you killed him.” You gritted out, between clenched teeth.
“I had to!” He hollered, “What else was I going to do?”
From your place on the floor, you glanced over to the bloody and lifeless body of your captor. “You beat him to death.” You hissed as he pressed harder into your wound, “It’s going to be excessive force in court.”
“He was going to rape you, (Y/N).” Gibbs sighed. “Besides,” he cast a glance at the dead man, “if we both stick to the story, they can’t prove anything.”
You winced. “Kiss me.” You demanded.
“Kiss me! I need something to make this pain go away, and you going all rogue to defend my honor really tripped my trigger. Now, kiss me.”
Gibbs made a face. “Tripped your trigger?”
You groaned, “What? Is it too corny so now you don’t want to kiss me?”
“No,” He gruffed, “I need to keep pressure on your leg.”
You rolled your eyes. “Leave it to you to find a stupid reason to keep your lips from mine.”
“Hey,” his face suddenly came into view above you, “Nothing is that important.” He pressed a kiss to your lips briefly, and then went back to holding onto your wound.
You smiled and hummed happily, the pain in your leg momentarily forgotten. “You’re the only thing that makes this bearable.”
“After this,” A hiss from you, “we could have kids.”
“I wouldn’t mind pushing out a little Jethro Jr.”
Gibbs’ face appeared again, “We are not calling him that.”
“Oh?” You raised your eyebrows as he again left your vision, “But you’ll have kids with me?”
“In a heartbeat.” You heard, before the siren sounds made themselves known.

Later, when you were being wheeled into the ambulance, Gibbs stopped the EMTs for only a moment and grasped your hand. “I love you.” He whispered, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
You smiled, and squeezed his hand affectionately. “I love you, too, Jethro.”
As they wheeled you into the ambulance, you heard Tony yell out, “Did she just call you Jethro?” A pause, and then, “Oh my God! You’re in love with her!”
His revelation was followed by a head slap. 

You healed just fine, and Jethro Jr. was born almost a year later.

Haunted Pt. I

She woke up to the assaulting sound of her alarm clock. She groaned, rolling across the bed to get to it. She silenced the alarm and rolled onto her back.

She rubbed her eyes, her mind still brushing off the heavy weight of sleep. She felt exhausted, drained, maybe it was the result of sleeping in so late. It was well into the afternoon now, but the dark sky and pouring rain made it impossible to tell.

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anonymous asked:

Just read a post from WHJS, an anon suggested we all email Kevin Lyman to ban Juliet from attending Warped Tour. Considering she is not playing Warped, she has no reason to attend. So I think it's a decent idea, especially if we include the bad light that she is in right now, and how it will negatively affect Andy's set. The fact that she's not playing is a good indicator that she is still in hot water and after October she will not touch a stage at Warped as a performer until further notice.

I think we should

150 prompts, drabble masterlist

After you admitted (suggestive + Ketch)
The Devil is our matchmaker
Learning to prank
Do you need a hand? Or a mouth? (Suggestive)
Floofy hair
Frost the damn cupcakes! (Suggestive + Balthazar)
Light up lollies
Give me your fries!

Older man fucks young slut in the woods (nsfw)

Arthur Ketch
Itching powder (suggestive)
Take. it. off. (suggestive)
Kinky fucker (suggestive)
Forget about Prince Charming, go for the Wolf (suggestive)
Am I scaring you? (suggestive)
Oh, fuck off (suggestive)
After you admitted (suggestive + Gabriel)

Sam Winchester
My name isn’t Leslie
Hot water
Tingling sensation (nsfw)

Dean Winchester
Sleeping Beauty

Free the nipple
I’d still choose you
Daddy (nsfw)

Worked up (suggestive)
The Devil makes us sin (nsfw)
I don’t do hugs

Frost the damn cupcakes! (Suggestive + Gabriel)


Texas high school students throw up Nazi salute during “silly picture” for senior class photo shoot

  • Earlier this week, candid images taken during Cypress Ranch High School’s senior class photo began making the rounds on social media showing some students at the Cypress, Texas, school doing a Sieg Heil.
  • According to a tweet, the students were reacting to a couple girls in the class who threw up a black power fist during the “silly picture.”
  • In an email sent to Houston station KPRC, a student said at least 70 students made the gesture, shouting “Heil Hitler” and “Heil Trump." 
  • According to KPRC, the school principal sent home a letter to parents noting that the school is investigating the case of the "inappropriate gestures” and asking that parents discourage their kids from disseminating such images on social media “as this perpetuates a false image of Cy Ranch HS.” Read more

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