i am claudia

Ok, my mum bought these pretty towels for my new bathroom..

..the first thing that came to my mind when I saw them?

Totally this! :)

existentialflu  asked:

if you're still doing these, i wish you'd write something extra angsty and depressing, because i'm in that mood and you always know how to break me 😙

His world was too quiet now, Robert decided, looking around the empty flat he now called home. He’d moved into the tiny one bedroom flat in Leeds nearly two years ago now, and it still didn’t feel like home. He hadn’t exactly put up any homely touches, no photographs, nothing.

He didn’t have much of a life, not anymore. 

Robert sat down at his kitchen table, cracking open a fresh bottle of whiskey, satisfied by the burning sensation he felt in his throat as he knocked some back, relishing in how it made him feel awake, made him feel something close to alive again. 

Aaron was getting married today. 

They’d tried to hide it from him, Victoria and Diane, but Robert had found out. He’d seen it on Facebook, on Liv’s Facebook page - a cheesy post about getting ready for her brother’s wedding.

He was getting married today. The love of Robert’s life was getting married to someone else today, and it made Robert want to curl up and die

How had he managed to make such a mess of it all? He’d ruined their marriage before they’d managed to even make it a legal one, he’d ruined the life he built with Aaron in a matter of weeks, a life he’d spent months and months working to have a second chance at.

All ruined because of her.

Because of one mistake, because of a baby that had never existed in the first place, because he’d been too weak to hold himself together, too stupid not to jump into bed with the one person who’d been out to ruin him and Aaron from the day she’d arrived in Emmerdale.

Robert could remember the fight as if it had happened last week, instead of close to two and a half years ago. The way Aaron had just crumbled when Rebecca had played that voicemail in a pub full of people, the way Aaron had just cried, and cried, and cried when Robert had admitted it all.

The way Aaron had set his wedding ring down on the kitchen counter and told Robert that was it, that it was over, that there was no coming back from this for them.

Robert didn’t remember much of the last two years, if he was honest. He’d spent most of the first one in a drunken haze, draining bottle after bottle of whiskey for the first few months, until Victoria had demanded he get help.

That’s when Robert had decided to move out, live somewhere no one could judge him for his drinking habits. 

He was better off alone, anyway. This way at least, the only person he could ever hurt was himself. 

Glancing at his phone, Robert knew he shouldn’t look, that he shouldn’t check, but he couldn’t help himself, bringing up Liv’s Facebook page, his stomach churning as he looked at the newest post.

Happy wedding day bro.

Aaron looked happy, one arm around Liv, another around his husband, a dark haired man with a bright smile and nowhere near the baggage Robert had come with. He’d overhead Victoria telling Diane Aaron had met him at Bar West, a chef who lived in Hotten who worshipped the ground Aaron walked on.

A man who loved him the way Aaron deserved, a man who didn’t hurt him the way Robert had.

Robert couldn’t stop the tears as he threw his phone across the room, the smash as it connected with the kitchen counter too satisfying, another broken piece of Robert’s broken, useless life.

Everything felt too loud now, his thoughts screaming at him, telling him he was never going to be good enough, asking how he’d ever even thought that he could be good enough for Aaron, for anyone.

Reaching for the whiskey, Robert put the bottle to his head, knowing the alcohol would put an end to the screaming thoughts he had in his head. Maybe drinking himself into oblivion wasn’t the healthiest way to cope with his problems, but well -

the love of his life married someone else today.

send me a fic you wish i’d write 


“After by-pass surgery 36 hours ago, I’m relieved to announced that Leo McGarry is in stable condition and headed for a full recovery. Though he will always be a very valuable part of this administration, he will not be returning to his post. I am therefore pleased and terribly proud to announce that effective immediately the position of White House Chief of Staff will be filled by Claudia Jean Cregg." 

So, Mei’s skin in the Halloween event is based off of the Jiangshi, which is a type of vampire in Chinese folklore that are stiff at the limbs and hop to get around, which is why they are also called “hopping vampires”. Her clothes seem to have a loose resemblance to garbs worn by officials of the Qing Dynasty bureaucracy.

Mei’s a cold, cold vamp.

Cinnamon Roll Meme: Anne Rice Edition
  • Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: Claudia
  • Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: Lestat
  • Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: Louis
  • Looks like they could kill you and would actually kill you: Gabrielle

Meet Abigail! She’s the third of the four romanceable girls in my next project.

She’s a cow, which I honestly kind of resisted at first because she’s kind of a country girl and it felt a bit on the nose, but as I was drawing it I just felt like she was too cute this way and so it kinda stuck.

I don’t have colors here so I just have to inform you that she has pink hair.

anonymous asked:

Could I request how the assassins would react to their S/O meeting their parents (if their parents are dead just.. resurrect them..?? Or modern au)

Ok sorry this took so long; these all ended up being very long and it took me a long time to get the motivation to do it. I also made the pronouns female because it was just too confusing for me to make it gender neutral, but feel free to change the pronouns as you see fit. I hope you enjoy!

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