i can testify

percyyoulittleshit  asked:

I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’ Or ‘Should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’ For Percabeth

“Coffee guy has a crush on you,” Piper says without preamble, flicking a page in her reading.

“Uh huh,” Annabeth mutters, dragging a highlighter over a line in her book. It’s only after she’s finished an irritated scribble in the margin that the words really penetrate. She glances up at her friend, who is leaning across the table looking amused. “What? No. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m always ridiculous. And always right. He keeps refilling your coffee.”

Annabeth, who has been lost in a haze of architecture for longer than the hour Piper has been sitting in the cafe with her, has not really been aware of her drink being refilled. She’s reached for her mug when she wanted a drink, and the mug has always had coffee in it. The logical inconsistency between the amount of times she’d reached for the cup and the cup never being empty had not really jumped out at her until now.

“If he’s refilling my coffee and not yours, that just makes him rude.”

“Oh, no. He’s been refilling mine. When you started swearing at your book before, it nearly overflowed, and it wasn’t because he was scandalised.”

Annabeth sighs, refusing to glance over her shoulder at the coffee guy in question. It’s not like she doesn’t already know what he looks like, the guy is six foot tall with a build like an Olympian swimmer and a jawline that could cut glass. She manages to drag her brain to a halt before it starts listing things to compare his eye colour to: Piper is smirking at her reading in a way that suggests she’s learnt how to read minds.

“He was probably impressed with my command of the english language.”

“He was impressed with something, all right.” Piper shuts her folder with a snap. “Right, i’m done here.”

“That reading was fifty-one pages, you’re so full of shit.”

“The fact that you know how long my readings are is terrifying, you know that?”

“Do your homework!”

“Can’t hear you, running away to get a restraining order!” She’s halfway to the door by the time she sing-songs that, leaving Annabeth with her nearly empty coffee mug and a cafe full of people giving her the stink eye.

“If you need an alibi, I can testify that you’ve been here pretty much all day.”

Coffee guy has a nice voice. Warm, smooth, just this side of deep without sounding like the trailer guy. It takes Annabeth an embarrassing amount of time to register that she’s thinking this because he’s standing right next to her, holding a coffee pot. It’s a good thing her self control is world renowned, because she uses all of it to keep from jumping out of her skin.

“What? I - no, she’s joking. We’re friends. Really.”

His grin is distractingly crooked. “I’m convinced.”

“I’m gonna kill her,” Annabeth mutters, hoping against hope that she’s not blushing, or something equally ridiculous.

“That’s probably not going to help in court.”

Her brain is - slowly - retreating out of coffee-and-study survival mode. A joke, she realises belatedly, and the rueful laugh escapes her before she can think to bite it back. And - something in coffee guy’s shoulders relaxes, just a little bit. Nervous, she thinks, and finds herself predisposed to like him. Smart boys know to think very carefully before approaching Annabeth Chase, and that’s the way she likes it.

She tucks an errant curl behind her ear. “I’ll plea insanity. Over-caffeination.” She glances down at her cup. “Actually, would you mind–?”

His face scrunches up with something like concern. “That’ll be your sixth cup.”

“Aren’t you the guy who’s been topping me up?”

“Grover seemed to think you might, I dunno, eat us or something if you ran out. I was protecting the good people of the cafe, but apparently cutting you off means stopping a murder.”

A groan escapes her, something like shame crawling up the back of her throat. Annabeth knows she’s got a serious case of resting bitch face (and she’ll fight anyone who suggests that’s a problem),but she doesn’t want the entire campus to be terrified of her.

Just wary.

“I’m not…actually some hyper-violent lady with a hair-trigger, honestly.”

“Oh hey no, I didn’t mean to–” And he’s groaning? He rubs the back of his neck, which is slowly turning red, and Annabeth starts to feel less off-kilter. “I’m bad at flirting.”

She’s definitely going to murder Piper. This is her fault somehow, Annabeth’s sure.

“Same,” she rushes out, before over-thinking can make this even messier. Her whole body feels energised, jittery, and she doesn’t think it’s the coffee. “Um. Just one more refill? To get me through the last bit of this chapter?”

“Wh - uh, right. Sure!” He squints at her. “You don’t mind?”

Annabeth rocks her mug from side to side, watching the dregs of her drink slosh from side to side. Black, no sugar. It seems like the safer option right now.

She takes a breath.

“Haven’t decided yet,” she says. “I’ll let you know when i’m done with this chapter.”

She’s not looking at him directly, but his grin is wide enough to be seen from space, let alone the corner of her eye.

“You got it,” he says happily, topping her mug off. He’s on the verge of pulling away when he pauses, like he’s remembered something. “It’s Percy, by the way. So you don’t have to keep calling me coffee guy.”

And then he’s gone, leaving Annabeth to seriously reconsider committing that murder.


Taylor Swift is a seven-time GRAMMY winner, and the youngest recipient in history of the music industry’s highest honor, the GRAMMY Award for Album of the Year. She is the only artist in history to have an album hit the 1 million first-week sales figure three times (2010’s Speak Now, 2012’s RED and 2014’s 1989). She’s a household name whose insanely catchy yet deeply personal self-penned songs transcend music genres, and a savvy businesswoman who has built a childhood dream into an empire.

A relevant memory: I was not able to buy insurance due to a pre-existing (and misdiagnosed) mood disorder so I was uninsured when I first started cancer treatment.

I had an 8 hour surgery to remove cancer on my thyroid and lymph nodes that left my vocal nerve paralyzed. This meant I was not able to swallow, or speak well. Within a few hours in my room I was visited by someone from the billing department to ask about how I wanted to set up my payments.

I couldn’t speak clearly so I wrote that I couldn’t deal with that right now but I would later. It was both dehumanizing and entirely stressful to deal with both the unexpected complications from my surgery AND the reality of the huge bill at the same time.

The ACA is not perfect but I am constantly grateful that I am able to buy insurance and won’t be denied this right in the future due to my pre-existing conditions and continuing need for expensive tests.

Having insurance also means I am treated much more normally at hospitals. I still pay huge premiums and copays but as someone who experienced treatment before and after the ACA I can testify it made a huge and important difference.

I am all for improvement but FUCKING HELL please do not forget the very real stories of what it was like before.

anonymous asked:

hey buck my arm really hurts maybe you dont do fluff but anything you say would make it fee better. please? thank you.

well, i can testify that removing the arm wont help with that problem. 

and neither will ice.

but if theres anything i know about pain–and i know a lot about pain, because i myself am a huge pain, primarily in the ass of overbearing superheroes who think stars are a solid addition to any stripey outfit–its that it sucks a lot. and theres not a lot to do but endure it and try to distract yourself in the meantime. 

personally, when i’m trying to focus on something other than pain, i use a strong physical stimuli elsewhere in my body, like pressing an icecube inside my wrist or pinching my earlobe (not hard enough to do damage, just enough to distract) and also i try to find something else to focus my brain on. sometimes it’s a book or a movie. sometimes i get in really petty text arguments with clint. he’s good for that. 

but mostly? i wait it out and remember that its gonna pass. even though it sucks a lot in the meantime, it’ll pass. 

buddy, if i could give you a hug without wanting to stab somebody, i would. instead, im gonna advise that you treat yourself to a cupcake or some hot chocolate, since that is the food equivalent of a hug. 

I try to keep this blog opinion free and I will remain opinion free after this, I just can’t sit on this any longer.

I have been in the industry for about 10 years, before my current career I worked as a PA on a television show.  My main goal with this blog was just have fun and help promote Future Man because I’ve been a fan of Josh and I’ve always loved this genre, it’s a perfect marriage of fandom for me.

That’s why I am here. I also happen to work in different areas of the Hollywood industry, part of that is visiting and working on sets for movies and television shows.

There is a problem of professionalism on the set of Future Man or the recent lack of professionalism displayed this past weekend. I haven’t visited it but I have heard about it. I have seen the photos of the set, I can put two and two together.

As someone who has visited other sets there is a level of professionalism that is required. Sets can be fun, a good set is loose but professional, without stress and concern that their shot is going to be ruined or that someone is going to explode on them and make their day harder or awkward. It takes time to set one scene of a television show, a scene may last 30 seconds but I can guarantee it took hours to get what you see on your TV screens. It takes time to reset for another take.

There are people who work on that set who are not getting the same salary as Josh or Eliza, they are getting far less. They don’t get fancy trailers and the good tables at craft services, they work longer and harder than the actors do. That is a fact. While Josh sits in a chair provided to him before redoing a take they are hauling cameras and wheel tracks and hundred pound steadicam rigs. They work harder and they are just as important as Josh and Eliza when it comes to making this show. It’s why I include the crews behind the scenes photos. Without them Josh wouldn’t have this job, without them this show would not be made.

They deserve their time to be appreciated, they deserve a peaceful working environment. They deserve to not have to redo a take because the lead actor is stressed that a guest of his is behaving badly. The should not have to be concerned that a guest of Josh’s is waving her phone around and flipping off the camera and making noise while they prepare to film. Hulu doesn’t deserve wasted money on takes because a guest of the lead actor wants attention.

I find the behavior of the the guests of the past few days to be abhorrent and unprofessional and damaging to the set as a whole. It creates an uneasy and unprofessional environment for everyone.

This is unacceptable:

This is unacceptable:

This is unacceptable:

This is not the actions of a working actress, working actresses don’t need to be petty, a working actress would have respect for the crew working 12 hour days, she would have respect for Josh, who is getting ready to film a scene.

Here he is in his janitors outfit, this is a working set:

Two instances from two different agencies who do not care about what happens here on tumblr. These media outlets were around long before we ever knew what this woman’s name was. They are reporting that she is disruptive and throwing tantrums. And she just gave us the proof she is not at all a professional actress on Josh’s set, she is not even a respectable guest on his set.

I can also personally testify her name holds no weight in Hollywood, she is not known in the United States. Pap photos with her name and articles and blinds written about her are because people are hearing these things about her. No one on tumblr can force these outlets to write about her, she does not provide them with advertiser dollars, there isn’t an incentive to make up stories about her.

People talk, sets and actors and their families have reputations. I have only ever heard good professional nice things about Josh. But that can quickly change.

For now, I am going with the idea that Josh might not be fully aware of her latest attention grabbing scheme. He allowed her and his other friends on a working set, which has it’s own levels of professionalism or lack there of but after this weekend I am not surprised she is back.

This just isn’t appropriate, it’s not professional and it’s not fair or kind to the cast and especially not the crew.

As a listed producer:

It is imperative Josh gets this situation under control, it’s his responsibility to make sure his guests are not giving the set and this show a bad reputation.

I hope he does it before someone else does.

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“I can’t believe you’re even considering this,” she says, arms crossed defensively.

“I can’t believe you’re not,” he says as arranges the slides into a case.

“Mulder, wait,” she says firmly. “Are we even going to talk about this?” she asks.

“What’s there to talk about, Scully?” he says as he slips a lid over the top.

“What’s there to talk about?” she echoes, incredulous that she would even have to ask. “He’s lying Mulder, saying whatever he has to to get what he wants.”

He stops, looking at her head on for the first time since they got back to his apartment. His eyes dart, gray green flashes searching her face.

“None of this matters if I don’t have you. Do you understand that?”

“If you do this and what Diana said is true…” she draws in a long, shaky breath, tears brimming. “We can’t let the whole world die for a little temporary bliss.”

He sees her internal struggle, the way she has taken up his mantle and carried it just as steadfastly as he. He reaches out and pulls her into his arms, pressing her flush against the strong planes of his chest. His heart feels like a bass drum against her cheek.

“We’ll find another way, you and I. But right now, you, you and this baby are the only ones I care about.”

His words vibrate through her. 

Another way. Another way. Another way.

“Promise me, Mulder,” she whispers against his heather gray t-shirt. “We talk before anything is done.”

“Okay,” he says as he palms the back of her head, her hair slipping through his fingers. “Okay, I promise. I promise you.”

Weeks pass without a word from Old Smokey, but the silence is anything but easy. The tension and Scully’s belly both seem to grow exponentially. He is a satellite, circling her at all times, following, trailing, sending silent signals through the air and hoping they are not lost.

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How do you feel about him now?”
I paused at this unexpected question, and inhaled some vapour to give myself time to think of a suitable answer. I briefly considered lying, before realising that my alcohol-clouded brain had no choice but to be honest.
“I don’t really know. I loved him. And he didn’t love me. Or maybe he did to begin with, but he certainly didn’t when it ended. So I’ve trained myself not to love him. Life’s too short to waste time longing for someone who’s never going to want you.
—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #2 // vapour

anonymous asked:

(1/6) as a kl shipper, i wanna say from the bottom of my heart: thank you thank you thank you. so many times i've wanted to shout stuff like "why do yall hate k/eith so much" and "you guys never cared abt s/hiro or a/llura, let alone s/hallura" and "why do you want so bad for this writer/artist to be a p/dophile godDAMN" like, holy shit. u beautiful salty jem of a pearl at the bottom of this tumultuous fandom ocean. -

- (2/6) even your blog title is golden, bc it feels like so many people are so deluded, trying to make a ship, something you’re supposed to sit back and enjoy, into a sort of spiteful activist bullshit-filled “movement” like what??? and telling folks to unfollow if they ship s/haladin bc they’re “cleaning out they’re blog”, like, fuck off??? sorry but here’s a salt-filled rant and i don’t know where else to put it so here! -

- (3/6) side note, i’m rly trying to get across to you that i’m NOT being sarcastic abt how much i want you to keep doing your thing, bc now they’re trying to tackle RACISM. in grosser and grosser ways every day! calling some of the only asian rep i see in media “white-passing” and saying that l/ance can’t have a last name that isn’t 1000% authentically cuban, whatever that means, buncha hypocritical racists. i have never been so angry and ashamed of a fandom. -

- (4/6) it’s gotten to the point where i, someone who ships kl and NOT sk (just my personal tastes), am rly happy to see any sk on my dash bc that poster must have been so brave! to post something as simple as sk hugging or smooching or whateverthefuck, i don’t care! you do you! fuck all these nasty haters, THEY’RE the toxic ones who just want someone to hate! yall deserve props! -

- (5/6) also, my compliments to the chef regarding that pining k/eith theory, it’s So Good, like i ghostwrote it somehow. the whole “projecting onto l/ance” thing (which is being done to a painful degree, i can testify) tries so hard to remove or overvalidate his flaws that it’s laughable. making lance into an insecure martyr angst-sponge hybrid with no agency and no room for personal growth, it’s sooo bad. -

- (6/6) and villainizing everyone else! reminds me of that jaden smith tweet: “when i die, then you will realize” shit he wrote when he was like 14. transparent af, like we get it, you’re insecure. and sometimes i WANT to hop aboard the black paladin lance train, but it’s always this idealized version of him that’s almost unrecognizable, and it’s at the expense of better black paladin candidates. goddamn ok, that was all my salt for the time being! much love, thank you and goodnight!

This is one of those asks that I’d love to keep in my inbox forever, but I’ve spent the last three days trying to come up with a response because you deserve one.

I think we’re all aware that tumblr is an explictly shitty place when it comes to “activism”. There’s this black-white-mentality that anything and anyone needs to be put in a box based on whether they agree with someone’s world views. Everything needs to conform to a specific label too, fiction is only allowed to be healthy, you condone what you enjoy etc., and the #1 argument by people on this site, also widely used by antis, is “Think about the children” but also “Expect everyone else to take care of you”.

People actively go into tags of pairings they hate and then yell about how triggered they are. Really? I’ve been repeatedly told to kill myself because I liked something they didn’t (and I’m talking about my 99.5% discourse-free main blog, not this one where I passively seek out conflict). You either conform to the popular way of thinking (shipping, in this case) or you’re irredeemable trash and a threat to the public. Any shit you get over having your own opinion will be justified because you deserve to be punished for thinking on your own. Tumblr mentality is the modern equivalent to medieval politics.

Fandom always has a terrible side - I know - but the Vo/tron fandom has become a place where people tear each other down rather than block the content they don’t want to see. Converting people to one’s own thinking has becume such an essential part of “activism” to the point where people forming their own opinions and learning about an issue on their own pose a threat.

In the Vo/tron fandom you see this toxic mentality with K/ance, rabid L/ance stans, anti Sha/adins and so on. You said everything I’ve been trying to say since I made this blog, and it saddens me that people can only safely voice their opinions and concerns when hidden behind the Anon feature.

Fandom isn’t always fun, but the Voltron fandom has become a place where people are too scared of posting their art or speaking up because they’ll legit receive death threats over liking a fictional ship. I don’t know if I’m doing a good job at pushing back against the anti side or if I’m just making it worse at this point. But salt, spite and messages like yours keep me going. 

I started this comic on Saturday and because of time zones I wanted to be able to publish it before the episode (and I have who can testify that I realized it during the promo “Sleepover”).
P.S. I have not seen the episode yet, I’ll see him soon ~

Meanwhile, here is my silly theory! HOPE IT WILL HAPPEN!

p.s. sorry for my bad english and my quickly drawing! I’m pretty sure that I forgot something color or make some mistake ;-; 


cool facts abt bees bc im all excited abt them now

  • most bees are solitary; the only social bees are european honeybees and the stingless social bees native to australia and south america (see previous post)
  • theyre technically called “eusocial” because theyre not just social in the sense that they aggregate together, which many insects do, but because they have cross-generational stratified social systems with rigidly-divided labour and reproductive activities. there are RULES yo
  • the only other eusocial insects are ants, which belong to the same taxonomic order as bees and wasps; and termites, which belong to the same order as the cockroaches
  • so it’s accurate to say that “bees and ants are social wasps” and “termites are social cockroaches” which is cool to me for some reason
  • eusocial insects communicate to each other using INTENSELY complex pheromone systems ie. they talk to each other using smells
  • e.g. an alarm pheromone released by a scared bee is what tells all her bee friends to come form a swarm of death
  • ants and bees both use haplodiploid sex determination mechanisms, whereby the females have 2 sets of chromosomes and the males only have 1
  • the way this works is: the queen can decide which sex of offspring to produce based on whether or not she fertilises her eggs. females are produced from fertilised eggs, and have genes from both the queen and her mate; males are produced from unfertilised eggs, so ONLY have their mother’s genes (and only half of them)
  • yes it’s true that only female bees do any work. the males (drones) literally just sit in the hive and do. nothing. i dont know why evolution did this. 
  • same for ants actually. all the ants in antman should have been female but what can u expect from the mcu amirite
  • i lie when i say that males do nothing because there is one (1) important event in their life and that is: going on an Epic Icarian Journey vertically up into the sky to discover which of them will be the Chosen One and win the heart (chromosomes) of the princess
  • by which i mean: when she’s ready to mate, the princess leaves the hive and flies upwards into the sky. all the males follow her. she keeps flying up and up and up as the males fall away one by one and the last male still flying beside her wins and becomes the father of the new hive. then he dies
  • (cool but irrelevant fact abt termites: in termites the male doesnt die,but stays on to live in the nest. this gives termite colonies both a king and a queen. animorphs lied to u im so sorry)
  • only female bees can sting because the sting is formed from a modified ovipositor (the egg-laying organ). males don’t have it so they cant sting
  • having said that, most bees WONT sting (in fact pretty much only honeybees will, though the fun part of that is that their stings also happen to be barbed and envenomated so they really make it count)
  • most of the native australian bees (which are the only ones i really know about) won’t sting you unless really really really scared, and the social ones literally can’t because their stings evolved to be useless for,, whatever reason. they can still bite, but it’s really just annoying more than painful. however they do somehow know to go for the eyes and nose which i can testify to from personal experience
  • we do have a date for the evolution of eusocial bees (i cant remember the exact number but i think it was sometime in the triassic??) whatever the cool part is how they discovered it, because as u can imagine it would be pretty difficult to find explicit fossil evidence of a group of bees living together in a rigidly-stratified generationally-overlapping labour- and reproductively-divided social system
  • OR so we thought because,,, the very fact of bees living together brings about morphological changes. specifically, the abdomen of worker bees will be smaller, compared to the abdomens of solitary female bees, because workers dont have to lay eggs. they have queens for that
  • so essentially: the way we got the earliest current date for the evolution of eusociality is,, someone found a tiny bee fossilised in amber, with a tiny sting (so we know its female) and a tiny abdomen (so we know she couldnt lay eggs)
  • hence: social bee

anonymous asked:

Ok, so I read your hc about the boys having a stressed s/o because of exams and loved it, and I was wondering if you could do one were they react to finding out that there s/o doesn't even bother studying and still passes with flying colors.

*innocently coughs* I can testify for this sometimes XDD

Noctis Lucis Caelum

  • “That’s my (Y/N)”
  • Because he’s done it a couple of times during his days as a student too.
  • But with flying colors?
  • “I even amaze myself sometimes” his S/O would say, copying Noct.
  • Doesn’t matter how, if they pass, they pass. Noct would try encouraging his S/O to study, but hey, they seem to be able to handle school well without studying, so why bother anyway?

Prompto Argentum

  • “Niiiice!! How’d you do it?!”
  • Prompto wished he was like them when he was still a student.
  • Because he needed it the most out of anyone.
  • Since they pass their subjects without studying, this would mean more time with Prompto.
  • And he’d love that. Why study when you’ll pass anyway?

Gladiolus Amicitia

  • Passing with flying colors?
  • “Way to go there, but aren’t you just getting lucky?”
  • Gladio would be impressed, but would still encourage his S/O to study.
  • Because how would they pass without studying? The power of luck?
  • Would jokingly ask “You aren’t cheating, are you?”

Ignis Scientia

  • Suspicious af
  • But undeniably amazed.
  • “I’m impressed that you’ve been passing your subjects… and with flying colors no less. While that’s a good thing, I hope you don’t completely neglect studying”
  • You know, if he does find out his S/O hasn’t been studying, there would be greater chance Ignis would allot more time tutoring them (to make sure they do study).
  • Might be intentional ‘ya know. Spending more time with Ignis ;D

So how do they pass?

“The power of stock knowledge”

Hurting - part 3

Again- sorry for the wait in between updates- I’ve been really busy. Thank you all for your patience and support for this fic :)

The previous chapters can be found below :



Thank you Sandra @omeliashipper for helping to proofread this chapter. You’re the best!! <3


‘ How is Amelia?’ April asked Owen when he approached her at the nurses counter.

‘ She just cried herself to sleep.’ Owen replied, shaking his head with a sad expression on his face. He kept his voice low so that none of the nurses could evesdrop on the conversation. Fortunately for them, all the nurses were busy with patients.‘ She seems frightened and in shock. I want to be joyful with this news, but I can’t with her reacting this way.’

‘ Do you have any idea why is she reacting this way?’ April asked empathetically. She knew that Owen had always wanted kids and that he was devastated when Cristina aborted his baby. She knew that he would be a great father and it broke her heart too to see him look so upset.

‘ I have no idea,’ Owen replied, burying his head in his hands, and letting out an exasperated sigh. ‘ Just a couple of weeks ago we were talking about not waiting to start a family. And then a few days ago she just yelled at my face saying that she doesn’t want a baby. Obviously something has happened in between to cause her change her mind about this.’

‘ Have you talked to her?’ April suggested helpfully. ‘ I’m sure she has a valid reason to feel this way.’

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humming-fly said: watch brooklyn 99, I’m gonna second the D&D thing and recommend the Adventure Zone, Monster factory/explore the Skyrim on youtube, dOWNLOAD FUCKING OVERWATCH, any book by tamora pierce, maybe take up a craft like sculpting, work on your cosplay


I’m the strongest Ive ever been. I’m more motivated in anything I do than before. I’m learning and going forward. I’m not just loving some of me but I’m purely deeply loving all of me now. I’m proud of me. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and I mean that truly. “Blessings keep falling in my lap” As Chance said it I can truly testify for this. I love life now, it’s mesmerizing. 💛

anonymous asked:

Well, ishida did say that the most innocent looking people are actually full of a not so pure thoughts. And let's be honest, our boy kaneki isn't entirely that pure ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), He just happened to be a gentleman.

That quote from Ishida describes Kaneki pretty well, doesn’t it? On the outside, a cinnamon roll, while on the inside…a sinnamon roll!

…Or something.

But yeah, Kaneki is one of the very rare battle manga protagonists to actually have a sex drive, though even his is far less potent than your average eighteen year old male (to this I can testify). A lot of the time Rize shows up in his mind she’s butt nekkid, but she’s the only one he’s ever seemed to fantasise about, and most of the time it’s as a form of sexual horror, where her nudity is disturbing rather than enticing (like how Yamori also appeared naked in his nightmare). 

My guess would be that sex and dating started to seem very unimportant after his life got kicked in the balls by tragedy and he had considerably bigger fish to fry.

Harvey kisses Mike for the first time outside of Danbury prison, just moments before Mike walks through the gate to begin his two year sentence.

It’s a simple pressing of lips, and when he pulls back Mike grips the front of Harvey’s suit and says, “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” with a laugh that turns into a sob.

“Promise me we’ll do whatever it takes to get you out of there. No matter what,” Harvey says desperately.

“I promise.”

“And look after yourself in there.”

“I will.”

Harvey looks so determined when he says, “I’m gonna get you out, Mike.”

Mike smiles softly. “I know you will.”

Mike kisses Harvey, and then he turns and walks into the prison without looking back.


Drugging Mike is not Harvey’s finest hour. He can admit that. But desperation makes a man do crazy things, and he needs Mike out of that prison, out of that headspace. He needs to remind MIke what is waiting for him on the outside, and so he takes Mike back to his apartment.

Mike’s mouth is on his the moment the door closes behind them, and they don’t even make it to the bedroom. A trail of clothes lead to the sofa and they waste no time, Mike letting out a soft sigh when he’s fully seated in Harvey’s lap.

“I know why you got me out,” Mike says, as he starts moving, pulling a moan from Harvey’s throat.

Harvey doesn’t deny it. “Is it working?”

Mike leans down and kisses him, their bodies moving with an increasing pace, until all Mike can do is breathe into Harvey’s open mouth, “I hate you.”

Harvey laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes.”


It feels like old times, and if it wasn’t for the stubble on Mike’s jaw and the denim prison garb Harvey could almost believe nothing has changed.

Harvey doesn’t hesitate to openly praise Mike to Sutter, and he can’t wait to get this prick, not only because he’s an asshole but because he so obviously doesn’t think Mike should be here. Harvey knows he won’t feel that way for long.

So Harvey and Mike do what they do best, and soon enough Kevin and Sutter are at each other’s throats. Kevin storms out and Harvey can’t help the quick wink he gives Mike before Mike stands and follows Kevin out.


“I can’t do it.”

Harvey swears his heart stops beating. “What are you talking about?”

“I can’t do it. I can’t convince Kevin to testify.”

If it wasn’t past visiting hours Harvey would be in the car on his way to Danbury by now. He suspects Mike waited until now to call him for this very reason.

“Why not?” Harvey grits out.

There’s a pause that feels all too loaded. “Would you ever turn on me, even if I’d done something wrong?”

“Of course not.”

“Exactly. And that’s why Kevin will never testify against Sutter.”

“Mike, what are you talking about?”

He can hear Mike sigh, and then he says, “I’m sorry, Harvey,” before hanging up.

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