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Not About Angels


Character: Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader (third person)
A/N: AU! Where angels walk amongst humans and are considered an upper class who don’t usually associate with humans, and are only there to protect them. But Angel Boy Jeon Jungkook has been your best friend and watched you grow up. One day he shows up to your door, battered and bruised from another failed attempt at aviation, and finally breaks down, revealing how hard it is to be one of them.

How unfair, it’s just our luck
Found something real that’s out of touch

Could they truly do such a thing, he wished his wings would just fall from their perch on the blades of his shoulders. He yearned for their absence, the weight of them too much to bear, not within his body, but deep within his young heart. 

There was too much life held by the boy. That’s all he was, after all, a boy, hardly 70 years old, fresh in the eyes of a divine. Only just learning how to navigate the world he was deemed to protect.

Forever, he would move with the body of a young man. A never-changing face that was always inclined to smile. That same smile seemed to contain the mesmerizing qualities of a star-ridden night’s sky, and his eyes the same.

But, there were some things that even those of higher being found struggle in. His own existence was the worst of them all.

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Nico king of Sass #17

Will: The AC is broken so I’m putting a fan on

Nico: Why are you putting it infront of the door?

Will: because that’s the only outlet

Nico: You can’t do that it’s a fire hazard

Will: Calm down its fine.

Nico: Will no you can’t do that!

Will: Why?

Nico: Because you don’t understand the bed is going to set on fire! I don’t know how but it will! A candle! A cigarette! A match! Leo getting nervous ! BOOM the bed is up in flames and it only takes 3 minutes for a mattress to go up in FLAMES! Then we run for the only door that happens to have a fan infront of it and I trip over it break my neck and die! Or I trip hit my nose on the doorframe sending my nose bone through my brain! DEAD! All because of a fan!

Will: You have problems… problems I can’t solve….

Now There’s Your Pickup Line

Sterek, 2K, T

AU, First Kiss, New Year’s Eve

Prompted from the screenshot of that cop on Tinder with the bio: “Ever shouted Fuck the Police? Well, here’s your chance.”

Derek shut the door behind him with a sigh and sat down on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him. He hated parties, and he was pissed that Laura had dragged him to the New Year’s Eve one she was hosting at her apartment. She did a really good guilt trip, though, so Derek was there. And now, he was curious how long it would take her to realize that he was hiding in her closet. He was hoping for at least a 20-minute break away from the endless small talk.

He pulled out his phone and swiped idly through the app screens, hovering his thumb over the little flame icon. Laura had created a Tinder account for him a few weeks ago—very much against his wishes—but he’d only been on it a couple times, and he’d never swiped right for anyone. He’d never really done the online dating thing; it just hadn’t really appealed to him. It seemed to encourage quick decisions based just on someone’s looks, and well…Derek had enough of that already.

He was bored, though, so he opened the app and immediately swiped left, wincing at the cheesy shirtless mirror shot of the first guy that popped up. Derek swiped left again, for a girl whose bio just said NO DRAMA, and then couldn’t hold in the little snort at the bio of the next guy. “Ever shouted Fuck the Police? Well, here’s your chance.

Derek’s gaze drifted up to the photo, and he swallowed hard. This guy, Stiles, what kind of name was that, was seriously attractive. He was really working the cop uniform in the first photo, all broad smile and bright eyes. Probably taken at the pride parade, if the crowd behind him and the rainbow flag were any indication.

Derek swiped through the rest of the pictures—one of him with a dog, one of him shirtless on a beach, one of him playing what looked like a pickup baseball game—and audibly exhaled. He was definitely Derek’s type, tall and lean with broad shoulders. Before he could talk himself out of it, he swiped right. The app notified him of a match, and Derek couldn’t stop the little inward preen at the thought of this guy swiping right on him, too.

He ran with this foreign streak of courage and tapped the message button.

That is the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard.

Derek had no idea what the typical messaging etiquette was on Tinder, but Stiles replied just a minute later.

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Appreciation post for Lance’s shoulders

So we all know that Shiro is the dorito of the paladins, but may I draw your attention to exhibit B: Lance

His shoulders!! So broad!! His chest!! So masculine!! How does he hide all of that under his hoodie??

Those are shoulders you could stand on, shoulders built for a fireman’s lift, shoulders to break down doors with

They look good in the suit too. Also he has a nice broad back

Petition to end the myth of skinny noodle Lance in favour of canon holy shit wow Lance

I was taught young how to be stone-cold, self-reliant, to hold myself high and poised, with a ready smile and a subtle charm ready to conquer the world. So I learned from early on to only cry behind close doors, on dim lights, without sound, to howl in pain silently, to break down without anyone knowing, and to never ask for help. Because when no one sees you suffering, do you really suffer? Much like, when a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? I can always just pretend that whatever pains me never happened, and I can always go back and face the world pretending I’m okay.
—  cynthia go // If a tree falls in a forest [88/365]
But sometimes, I swear I hear it, the wound closing
like a rusted-over garage door, and I can still move
my living limbs into the world without too much
pain, can still marvel at how the dog runs straight
toward the pickup trucks break-necking down
the road, because she thinks she loves them,
because she’s sure, without a doubt, that the loud
roaring things will love her back
—  Ada Limón, from ‘The Leash’
The First Cut

Summary: You accidentally cut yourself in the kitchen of Benny’s diner. It’s a better experience than you expect.

Warning: Smut, very minor injury, mild blood play, dry humping

Word Count: 1400ish

A/N: I do love me some Benny. Hope y’all enjoy it too!

“So, tell me. How was your first day?”

The new waitress smiles widely and nods, vigorously wiping down the counter. “It was great!”

You grin and gesture toward the stool. “You can sit down, Sarah. Everyone’s gone and the door is locked. Take a break.”

Sarah glances over your shoulder and into the kitchen, nervous eyes landing on Benny. “Will our boss mind?”

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Okay but like what if Sherlock is held hostage in baker st and no one knows so when John tries to open the door & its locked he’s really confused and Sherlocks refusing to open the door and John gets worried because he doesn’t understand and Sherlock won’t answer his questions he’s just telling him to leave. Imagine Sherlock with a gun to his head rambling trying to get John to just go because he can’t bare the idea of him being hurt. Eventually he ends up shouting how he doesn’t want to see John and he feels so bad because that could possibly be the last thing he ever says to him. Finally John agrees to go and Sherlocks heart is breaking and he just gives up because he can’t think of a way to get himself out of this one. Just as he loses hope and is about to be shot John just fucking hurls himself at the door and breaks it down, gun in hand and screaming about how he’ll destroy anyone who lays a hand on his Sherlock because he knows him and he knows he’d never turn John away so something must have been wrong. Imagine Sherlock just laying there trying to work out why John would bother putting himself in danger for him because he doesn’t see how he’s worth it.

The Seven Deadly Sins - Part 1

Originally posted by 98a

Pairing: Reader x Namjoon

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: Angst, Smut

Series: 1. Lust / 2. Gluttony / 3. Greed (1) / 4. Greed (2) / 5. Sloth / 6. Wrath / 7. Envy

Description: Seven men helped shape you into who you are. Whether they were friends, enemies, or lovers, they all left a long lasting mark on your life, for better or for worse.


          Some flames burn too bright and too quickly. He was the flame and you were the match, burning and disappearing as he tore through you, his aim to leave nothing behind but ash. He loved to destroy things, to destroy people, and leave them worse than when he had found them. He gravitated towards people who were strong and that took time to tear down. He fought hard, very hard, to destroy you.

          “Baby, please open the door!” He pleaded, his forehead pressed against the yellow door of your apartment. You stood on the other side, your hands balled into fists, your nails digging into your palm.

          “What the hell do you want, Namjoon?” You yelled back, your voice coming out strong and assertive. You hoped he wouldn’t fight you and that you could get a clean break, but you knew how this would play out. He wasn’t one to give up easily. He sighed when he heard your voice, relieved that you were speaking to him.

          “You haven’t answered any of my calls and you keep ignoring my texts,” He said simply, trying to make his voice sound soft. Despite his attempt, you could hear the frustration behind his words. You knew he hated being ignored, but you couldn’t help but want to hurt him back.

          “And why do you think that is Namjoon?” You replied with a laugh, moving closer to the door to slam your hand against it. You looked through the peephole in time to see him flinch away from the door in surprise. You could see the look the crossed his face as he rubbed as his jaw, trying to come up with the best response.

          “I’m not really sure,” he said, doing his best to not incriminate himself. You rolled your eyes and chuckled, closing your eyes as you tried to calm yourself down. You took a step away from the door, tired of seeing his face.

          “Why don’t you call Mina and ask her to tell her what she told me,” you hissed at him, the hurt and anger audible in your voice. You heard him grown as his placed his forehead back to the door with a loud thud, his hands coming up to run his fingers through his hair in frustration. You had always been suspicious about his relationship with Mina, but he had always assured you that they were nothing more than friends. You tried to ignore the way they looked at each other, the way she bent over in front of him, the way that his eyes followed her where ever she went. He had been texting her way too much for your liking, and when he ditched you the night before last your mind quickly went to her. When you went to ask her about it, she was quick to rub their affair in your face. You asked for proof, in which she responded by showing you messages and pictures they had sent between each other. Despite the pain you had felt, you were able to keep your voice stable and your eyes dry in front of her. It wasn’t until you had gotten home that you allowed it all to come crashing down on you, you emotions attempting to swallow you whole. Your cheeks were still tight from the tears that had been falling down on them minutes before, your eyes puffy and red.

          “I don’t know what she told you, but I can tell you for a fact that it is not true. She is a crazy ass bitch, and she is just trying to break us up,” He said gently, as if he was trying to calm down a crazed child. You knew that he would play it this way and try to claim that what she had shown you was false. Some of the pictures she had shown you clearly had his face in them, a couple of them being pictures he had even sent you. You felt the knot in your stomach drop lower as you remembered, the pain in your chest ripping through you like lightening. You knew your voice would betray you and reveal your pain, so you stayed quiet.

          “Y/n, please let me inside so we can talk about it. I will prove to you that everything she said was a lie. I would never do anything with anyone else but you,” He said lovingly. You closed your eyes, wishing with all you heart that what he said could be true, but you were no fool. He knew how to play you, and if you let him in you knew what it would lead to.

          “Namjoon, it’s over. I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t want to see you, and I want you gone. Now please leave.” You whispered into the door, loud enough that you knew he could hear. He went silent on the other side, unmoving. You sighed as the tears slipped down your face, walking to the couch to grab your phone and blanket. You wrapped the blanket around yourself as you made your way into the bedroom, closing the door softly behind you as you went to lie on your bed. You had fallen hard for Namjoon, hard and fast, which should have been a warning to you about how this would end. You allowed your life to revolve around him, pushing your friends and family aside to make him your everything. He made up every day of the last eight months, making every memory passionate, loving, or angry.

          You looked over at the mirror near your bed, taking in your appearance. Your hair was frizzy and tangled in a lopsided ponytail that was coming undone, the lack of sleep evident under your swollen eyes. You could feel the grossness in your mouth from not washing your teeth yet, and you sighed as you unwillingly lifted yourself of the bed to clean yourself up. You made your way into the bathroom, connecting your phone into the speaker as you filled the small room with music, picking the playlist with the most upbeat songs. You managed to smile at yourself in the mirror before turning on the shower, allowing the room to fill with the steam of the water for a moment before stepping in and washing off the remains of last night. The hot water soothed your body and mind, helping your relax as you attempted to take him off your mind. You scrubbed hard at your skin, imaging yourself scrubbing off the kisses you could still feel on your skin. When you felt clean enough you stepped out, wrapping a towel around yourself and dancing to the beat of the music. You quickly brushed through your hair and applied lotion on your body before silencing the music and stepping out into the cold of your bedroom.

          Maybe if you remembered that he had a key to your apartment you would have made sure to block the door with a chair. Maybe if you hadn’t played the music so loudly while you showered, you would have heard him enter the house and sneak into your room where you could have waited in the bathroom until he left. But you hadn’t.

          You made your way to your dresser, opening it and searching for the biggest and most comfortable shirt your owned. You let the towel drop as you found it, quickly sliding the oversized shirt onto your body, attempting to warm your body as soon as possible. You heard movement behind you and froze. A million scenarios passed through your head in an instant, but before you could react you felt a hand slide around your waste and another went up to cover your mouth. Your screamed was muffled by a large hand but you quickly realized who it was as his lips reached down to your ear to comfort you.

          “Shh, shh, shh, Y/n, it’s only me,” He whispered, his voice an octave lower than normal. His words didn’t calm you, but instead sent you further into a panic. Your body squirmed against his, your hands coming up to try to pry his from your mouth. He moved his hand down and wrapped it gently on the side of your neck, his lips meeting the opposite side. He pressed your body between him in the dresser, stopping your movements. Your body relaxed as he kissed your neck, as it always did. He knew your body well enough to manipulate it in whatever way he wanted.

          “I promise,” he whispered as his hands made their way down your body, in between kisses, “I promise I would never do that to you. You know that.” You found it hard to concentrate, only feeling his lips and his body as the pressed against you. Your head swam, disoriented and conflicted as he ran his tongue down your shoulder and moved his fingers down to play with your slit. He continued to kiss your neck, refusing to allow you a chance to gather your thoughts.

          “I wouldn’t hurt you like that. You know that right?” He questioned as he rubbed your juices over your clit, pressing his hardened bulge against your ass. Knowing he no longer had to hold your neck in place he slid his hand down and under your shirt, coming up to cup your breast in his hand. He caressed your nipple softly at first but began to tug on it harshly when you failed to reply to his question.

          “Did you hear me baby? You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, right?” He said more assertively, making the excitement in your stomach grow. You couldn’t deny how much you were enjoying this, but a part of you knew this would only cause you more pain. You sighed into him, accepting him for the moment, allowing yourself to forget the reason that made you want to push him away. He pulled your head back to look at him, your eyes meeting his for the first time since you had found out. His eyes were dark and commanding, determined to get what he wanted. You stared at him for a moment before quickly replying.

          “Yes, I know.”

          He smirked, turning your body around to face him. He pulled his shirt over his head and then pulled yours off as well, leaving your completely bare in the cold of the room.

          “Get on your knees,” he commanded as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants. You followed his orders, as you always did, feeling more dirty about your actions than you ever did before. You pushed your feelings aside and you watched him pull out his hard cock, its head wet with precum. He smiled down at you, pushing you back by your shoulder until your back met the dresser. He caressed your face lovingly for before locking your head in place, lining up his cock with your mouth.

          “I never want to do this with anyone else,” he whispered, holding your chin up to look at him. I didn’t allow my eyes to show him anything but lust, refusing to reveal any of my thoughts to him. I focused on the moment, on his body, and on mine. I wanted release, I wanted his cock to make me forget and to let me enjoy him one last time.

          “Neither do I, Namjoon,” I lied back to him, smiling innocently up at him. A darkness passed his features and a moment later his cock was shoved into my mouth, stinging and stretching my throat, causing my eyes to fill with tears. My hands flew up to his thighs, trying to push him off to relieve the pain. I couldn’t move my head back, and he held me in place as he thrusted into my mouth, slow and hard, before picked up his pace. I slacked my jaw and focused on getting sufficient air, ignoring the pain that came with his cock. Normally he was a little gentler, but his eyes were filled with a fire I hadn’t seen before. Maybe he saw right through me, and knew this would be our last time.

          “I never want you to fuck someone else, do you understand me? You’re mine,” he growled as his breathing became more labored and his thrusts more erratic, getting close to his high. He stopped, a pained look on his face as he pulled away, groaning at the loss of you around his mouth. He took a moment to compose himself, taking off the remainder of his clothing, before he grabbed onto your elbow roughly, pulling you onto the bed. He held onto your thighs and moved them to either side of his hips, moving one of his hands up to your neck to pull you down into a kiss. You kissed him passionately, letting your anger spill over the kiss as you bit down onto his lip, your actions surprising even him. Without direction from him, you grabbed his cock from underneath you and rubbed his head over your slit, wetting him with your juices. At the same time you slid your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. His eyes widened at the shift of control, and before he could try to fight you on it you brought yourself down on him, making him fill you.

          He gasped against your mouth, his nails digging onto your hips as you began to move slowly, smiling down at him. You moved your body upwards, letting him slide almost completely out before slamming your hips down harshly onto him, causing moans to escape both of your mouths. He moved slightly beneath you, allowing the next thrust to hit directly onto your g-spot. You threw your head back and moaned loudly and he pulled you down to suck at your breasts, thrusting his hips upwards to meet you. He sucked at your skin harshly, leaving red marks on your neck and chest as you both sped up, both chasing your orgasm. You pressed your fingers against your clit, rubbing yourself until you felt the pressure in your abdomen snap, and wave of pleasure running up your body, load moans escaping your lips. Watching you cum brought him over the edge, his hands gripping your hips roughly, leading your movements as he came inside you, his hot seed filling you as he moaned out your name. After you had both calmed down, you got off from on top of him, the inside of your thighs already sore. You laid back on to bed, attempting to catch your breath.

          You closed your eyes, hoping that when you opened them he would disappear.

          If there was a word you could use to represent him, it would be lust. He lusted after you, and after others, leading to your heart break. You were drawn to him for that very reason, allowing lust to be what started the relationship between you two and be the reason for its end. You were younger then, more willing to let sex get in the way of what you really wanted, and you let it control you. It was after that heated ending that you learned more about your weaknesses, allowing you to never fall for someone of his type again. Despite the hurt he caused you he helped you grow into a stronger person, and you would forever be grateful to him for that.

          Three months later, at a coffee shop, is where you met the next man to teach you a life lesson. He walked up to you, not a hair out of place, the scent of his cologne reaching you before he did. His body was tall an intimidating, but his face was soft and kind.

          “I could feel you staring at me from across the room,” he smiled warmly, swirling the wine in his cup as he sat down next to you. You smiled at him, embarrassed that he had noticed. He smirked, leaning in closer as you took him in.

          “My name is Jin.”

i don’t know much about love. i don’t know how to see the pain in someone’s eyes without looking away, and i don’t know how to fill in with sunlight all the patches of grey. i’m good with words but i’ll never say the right ones in the moment. i don’t know how to break down my own barriers, and i sure as hell can’t leave them open. 
i could tell you about the ways i’ll love you, though. because even though i’ve never believed in fairytales, i’ve always known the difference washing the dishes can make. i’m not great at many things but i’ll run a bath at the end of the day and i won’t mind when you close the door for an hour or two. 
that’s the thing. i don’t know much about love. when i was younger, my dad smashed plates because he didn’t know how to say ‘sorry’. i didn’t know about the bruises till later, but i knew how to tell the difference between a fake 'i love you’ and a real one. 
so i don’t know much about love. but i know that sometimes i get angry but i’m working on it. sometimes my head gets too full and the world seems to split. sometimes all i want to do is sit in the quiet. with you. loving me back silently.
—  i’m not sure about love // r.e.s
I Give Up - part 20 (A Baekhyun Series)

Baekhyun was frozen. His serious expression was still on his face and his jaw clenched down hard as he watched you get up and out of his bed and walk toward the door to his room. He was in the way of the doorway and you recognized the tension he held in his body.

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The Types as Phrases That Have Randomly Popped into my Head
  • ESTJ: * breaks down your sparkly pink door* IS THIS FINGERPRINT SUFFICIENT ENOUGH FOR YOU B*TCH
  • ESFJ: “Well maybe you wouldn’t be so depressed if you watched more Veggie Tales like I told you to, you rusty fork. Ever thought about that?”
  • INFJ: * licks book shelf* I will become you
  • ISTP: * In a violently British accent* I know how to use pastry MUM
  • ISFJ: * peers through trampoline net* Is that a duck?
  • ISTJ: * inhales in Russian*
  • INTP: “ You can’t eat soup with a fork” YOU F**KIN WATCH ME
  • ESFP: * coughs up wide and diverse range of band-aids* dude sweet
  • ISFP: I can't draw the other eye, but maybe * gasp* I can BECOME the other eye
  • ENFJ: * blows gently on a boot* You are valid. You are perfect. * tenderly pets laces* You are a SAINT.
  • INFP: * enthusiastically pours grape juice onto a stripey sweater* I’m total uke material
  • ESTJ: * threateningly, to a packet of hair clips*
  • INTJ: My dream is to marry Norton Antivirus
  • ESTP: don’t worry bby i’ll handle this ;) * Cuts to him getting tortured by Toad from Mario*
  • ENTP: * sigh* Babies' Flesh just don't burn like it used to...

anonymous asked:

heyy,can you write a story where jughead tells archie how lucky he is that betty loves him/how amazing betty is and betty overhears it and confronts jughead and kisses him.

This ones how I wish it would go down!


What was wrong with Archie Andrews?

That seemed to be the question of the year, regarding the red headed, boy next door.

Normally, jughead would defend his former best friend, especially now that they were rekindling their friendship


Not this time. Not when said best friend was going on about how annoying Betty Cooper was.

For the first time in his life, he found himself thinking

What was wrong with Archie Andrews?

“I mean, I get it, she’s sort of in love with me, but give me a break, ya know? Like this whole obsession thing, it’s getting old”

Jughead clenched his jaw, his fingers flexing under the table.

“She cares about you arch, she’s just looking out for you.” Jughead ground out.

Archie was rolling his eyes

“Yeah well, I don’t need that “care” it’s messing up my game, everyone’s afraid of hurting Betty, so the girls don’t wanna go out with me. She needs to back off.“

That was it.

Jughead slammed a fist onto the table.

"Back off? You want her to back off? Don’t you get it Archie? Don’t you see how damn lucky you are? She loves you, you’re the boy that that , beautiful, smart, kind, loving girl chose to fall in love with, and you just use it and abuse it, like it’s nothing. If Betty Cooper loved me the way she loves you, i wouldn’t leave her side, let alone
Act like it’s an inconvenience. Get over yourself brother.”

Placing the headphones back over his head, Jughead left a slack jawed, confused Archie standing and staring after him.

At the same time Kevin and Veronica were crouched into the booth directly behind the one Archie and jughead had previously been occupying.

“Did you get all that? ” Veronica asked?

Kevin smirked sliding his phone across the table to Veronica

“You bet I did.”


Betty was leaning her head against the cool metal of her locker.
Her mom had been on a rampage this morning.
Apparently the blue sweater she had on did nothing for her eyes, and why didn’t Betty care about her image? Didn’t she know how important first impressions were?

Suddenly a phone was placed right under her line of vision.

She turned around to see Kevin and Veronica smiling at her, Kevin wiggling his phone in the air.

“ watch.” Veronica ordered.

Rolling her eyes ,she took the phone in her hand, playing the video.

Immediately Archie’s face filled the screen, as he went on about how annoying she was.

Looking up to Veronica, hurt in her eyes.

“Keep watching” she said softly, urging her on.

Suddenly the conversation had shifted, and she was now watching a very angry jughead defend her honor.

Eyes wide and teary, she felt her heart ache at the way jughead spoke about her.

She didn’t know.

He never said anything.

She couldn’t count the times he had caught her staring.

He never did anything.

Steeling her shoulders, and passing the phone back to Kevin, she turned on her heels.

A girl on a mission.

Kevin and Veronica were hot on her tail, as she searched for the boy in the beanie.

Spotting him standing by the vending machine flattening out a dollar, he turned at the sound of her steps.

As soon as he caught her eyes, he smiled.

That smile dropped when he noticed the intense look on her face.

“Hey bets, whats going o..”

Betty had him pushed against the vending machine before he even had a chance to finish his sentence.

Her lips were on his and his hands immediately went to her waist.

Veronica and Kevin squeaking behind the couple.

After what felt like hours of kissing, he pulled away. Resting his forehead on hers, and smiling lazily.

Betty placed her hands to his cheeks

“I’m yours if you want me, jughead jones.”

He knew they had a lot to talk about, but right now, he was perfectly happy having Betty Cooper.

  • Jacques: Well, James? How did the council decide?
  • Ironwood, taking out an official looking document: According to the unanimous decision of the council, you will not be allowed to export dust out of the kingdom.
  • Jacques: That is absurd!
  • Ironwood: However, the council did agree to meet you half way.
  • Jacques: And so what AM I allowed to do?
  • Ironwood: According to the decision of the council-
  • Ironwood: *Grabs crotch*
  • Ironwood: You can export DEEZ.
  • Weiss: *Breaks down door carrying boom box*
  • Winter: *Enters room, begins break dancing*
  • Jacques, reading the document: Holy shit it actually says that.
Wtnv Headcanons

Cecil makes those little Self-Care reminder type announcements you see all over tumblr on the Radio.

Sometimes they’re reminders to the town in the face of disaster. “Did you remember to tie down your garbage cans? Remember, it’s garbage CAN fly away, not garbage can’t!”

Sometimes it’s a reminder to himself for things. “Did you remember to lock the door this morning? Yes. Yes? Yes definitely yes.”

Most of the times though, they’re subtly aimed Carlos’s way, because since Cecil found out how sometimes he forgets to eat and drink water and take breaks when at work or even at home, the host was determined to help. So he slips little reminders and prompts into the show. “Have you had a break today? You work so hard. Take a ten minute break to recharge.”

Or “have you had eight cups of water today? Remember, it’s not just a good idea, it’s the law!”

Or even reminders like “have you considered the fact you are incredibly loved by a lot of people today? Not a person, not even just two or three persons, a lot of people. A lot of people care about you and love you immensely, even when they aren’t right there at this moment, even if they don’t say it outright. You are incredibly loved, dear listener. Even you, Steeeeeve Carlsberrrrrg.”

sink wood chips into my blood stream, i want to learn how to burn slowly. i have been a flame since the day i learned how to love, and baby i still don’t get it right some nights. i am flammable in all the wrong ways, i’ll break down the door and then beg you to stay. and you’ll come to realize i don’t know what i’m doing when i tell you i am calm yet my hands won’t stop shaking. my head has been a mess since the day we met but don’t let that stop you. it’s all for love. it’s all for you.
—  a.m