i do nothing all day long

Drabble #345

I: character gets a promotion BUT they are being exploited

She’d only been a stewardess for six months when someone noticed Carolyn was very good with numbers - three hours on a take-off delay with nothing better to do, and she’d refinanced half the company, to the tune of £50,000 a year - hypothetically, of course.

Given access to the real data, she said, she could do even more. She’d been balancing books in her father’s sweetshop since she was thirteen.

Before long, she was dividing her time between flights and admin, but while they’d added some words to her job title, they’d neglected to add any figures to her salary.

They soon regretted that.

anonymous asked:

Can I just show up for sleeping in your backyard ? I'm in Adelaide for vegan cycling all day

I don’t let anon randoms stay with me. Only crew I know in person or from social media. That way less time is wasted.

One time this person came to train with us and smash out youtube. They had never ridden a bike longer than 10km before. They didnt have a youtube channel and were worried about haters. They left for home the next day when they realized they hadnt done the basic training yet.

Im all for people having a crack but at least turn up with some skills to pay the pills otherwise you are just holding everyone back and being too self entitled.

That is why I do my lectures on top of a steep long mountain. You have to earn your right to be there vs just show up and expect it all for nothing.

Having a bad day?

Just take a look at the Japanese emperor caterpillar! they’re sure to cheer you up! they’re happy to see anyone!

These guys really love to peek, and their cute horns make it all the more better!

Soon. they actually just mean that hugs are coming to you soon, there’s nothing to worry about~

They’re also very silly. 

What do you mean I can’t listen to leaf?

They’re also very little but still love meeting new friends!

Look at this tiny one, stepping into the world to start peeking!

Tiny peekers in training! they’re doing well.

Need I mention cat ears?

When you’re feeling sad, just think about these emperor caterpillars. they’d probably love to peek and see a pretty human with a smile on it’s face. 

I want it all. I want the happiness. I want the addictive kisses. I want the long hugs. I want the bad days. I want the good days. I want the moments you’ll never forget. I want your smile. I want the days where all you want to do is lay around. I want the days where you want to just get shit done. I want the days where everything is going right. I want the days where nothing is going right. I want it all with you. I want to be the person who is by your side through everything. I want to be the person who you can always count on. I want to be the person who will always be able to put the smile on your face. I want to be the person you pull close to and kiss when New Year’s comes along. I want to be the person who is with you watching the seasons go by. I want it all with you. Every little thing you have to offer, I want it all. You’re it, and you’re all I want.

Andreil Quits Smoking

so i somehow messed up answering your ask directly, but this was requested by @vexingcosmos! i’m sorry it took me forever, but i actually did some research because i know NOTHING about smoking. also, this got long. like…really long. 


  • it began as most things do, where the Foxes are concerned: with a bet
  • it’s a Friday night and the Monsters have come to Columbia, and for once, the upperclassmen were allowed to come along
  • Matt’s birthday was on Wednesday, and he just wants to hang out with his best friend and favorite human Neil okay let him live
  • so Neil *asked* Andrew and well…we all know how that goes
  • the whole gang is having a grand ol’ time
    • Aaron, Nicky, Allison, and Dan have been on the dance floor practically since the second they walked into Eden’s
    • Allison dragged a reluctant Renee out to join them within the first hour, and this girl can DANCE don’t fight me on this 
    • Kevin has been drunk since before they even left Sweetie’s (snuck in a flask, the little troublemaker)
    • he’s so far gone that he couldn’t even tell you who the first striker in Exy history to reach 1,000 goals was. he may or may not be aware that he is swaying.
    • Matt has been hanging out at the table with Neil and a rather annoyed Andrew
  • Matt has convinced Neil to take way too many shots for his tiny body to handle, but Andrew is there, so he’s trying not to worry about it 
  • sometime around the seventh shot, the rest of the gang makes their way over to the table
  • Andrew’s hand is on Neil’s thigh, and his pointer finger has been tapping incessantly for the past twenty minutes
    • and Neil can only take so much, even from Andrew
    • he stares at Andrew as subtly as he can (i.e. not very) in an effort to catch his attention
  • Andrew eventually drags his gaze over to Neil and lazily cocks his head to the side, as if to say what could you possibly want at this moment in time, Neil
    • Neil looks pointedly to Andrew’s hand and then jerks his head towards the exit
  • Neil is, of course, very unsubtle with all of this
    • Kevin turns to stare at them and says, in a barely intelligible voice, “if you’re gonna hook up, you could at least wait until we’re back at the house and i’m passed tf out”
    • Nicky laughs and says, “aww Kev c’mon, let the munchkins have playtime whenever they want”
  • Andrew is about to turn his whiskey glass into a weapon for the munchkin comment when Aaron suddenly pipes in
    • “nah, Andrew needs to take care of his other habit”
    • it is now very quiet in their group of normally very loud people
  • everyone looks to Aaron for him to clue them in on what he means
    • everyone except Renee, who has silently moved closer to Andrew just in case he really does decide to use that whiskey glass
  • Aaron continues: “you know what smoking does to your body over time, right? i assume i don’t need to go all Bill Nye on your ass and draw you a picture”
    • Aaron becomes Dr. Minyard when he is very drunk. trust me.
    • Andrew doesn’t say anything, just stares at Aaron. is he even blinking? probably not
  • “who am i kidding. you don’t care. you’ll just let this ruin you. i bet you couldn’t quit even if you tried” 
  • that gets everyone’s attention
    • Nicky: “did he just say the B word”
    • Allison: “looks like it’s that time again where i get even richer”
    • Matt, softly: “oh shit”
  • Neil is about to jump in and open up a can of whoop ass on Aaron when Andrew’s steady voice comes from beside him
  • “fine”
  • everyone, collectively: “WHAT”
  • Andrew rolls his eyes. “fine. i bet that i can quit completely within a week”
    • complete silence. everyone just stares. shock. disbelief. 
  • Andrew gets up and starts heading towards the exit, dragging Neil along with him 

********

  • Neil decides to join Andrew in Operation Quit Smoking
  • but two days into it, they’re both at their wits end
  • they definitely aren’t about try anything medication-related, for obvious reasons
  • after doing a bit of research related to natural methods like adding more of certain vitamins into your diet, Neil confronts Andrew
    • “you know we have to. we don’t have another choice”
    • “fuck you, i’m not doing that”
    • “Andrew. it’s our last option.”
    • [after a long, defeated sigh] “fine. but you have to ask him”
  • so Neil does the one thing he wished he’d never have to do with anything that isn’t Exy
  • he asks Kevin to help
  • when they wake up the next day, Kevin has printed out color-coded meal plans for both Andrew and Neil
    • Andrew Minyard does not cry. But let me tell you. Looking at that list of food options…it was an extremely close call.
    • on every single day, the breakfast item was a green smoothie
    • Andrew thought he’d rather just pay the entire $500 betting pool off himself
  • but Neil. precious, precious Neil. tells Andrew that they can definitely do it, and wouldn’t it be great to prove Aaron wrong and make him lose money that he probably would have spent on Katelyn?
  • so they pull themselves up by their metaphorical bootstraps and follow all of Kevin’s rules. every. single. one. 
  • halfway to their deadline, Andrew finally wants to kill everyone slightly less than he did yesterday. he marks this as massive progress. 
  • Neil didn’t really smoke in the first place, but he’s still having trouble finding something to replace that feeling he gets from the smell
    • he’ll be okay without it, he thinks. he has Andrew to keep him steady, to ground him when he feels like he could float away from reality for good
  • by the following Friday, the Foxes have gathered in the girls’ room to hear the final word and settle their bets
  • Kevin has become the official referee of this particular bet
  • everyone waits in suspense, heartbeats flying at the thought of all the cash they are either about to lose or gain
  • Kevin takes his role seriously, as he does everything else
  • “i declare that, as of this day at 4:27 pm, Andrew and Neil have gone three consecutive days without one cigarette. i predict that they will be able to continue resisting, if they keep following my suggested guidelines”
    • the last bit is said with a hard look at Neil and Andrew. of course.
    • Allison, Matt, and Dan don’t try to hide the smug looks on their faces as Aaron and Nicky hand over entirely too much for a bunch of college students to bet with
    • Renee chose not to participate, but her new bruises say that she’s been helping Andrew cope all week
    • Aaron grudgingly looks back to Andrew, holding out his hand with his share of the winnings
    • Andrew just stares at him. blinks. turns around and walks out the door. 
  • Neil edges out of the room to follow him up to the roof while everyone is arguing over who gets Andrew’s share, since he’s obviously not taking it
  • Neil reaches Andrew and sits beside him with their shoulders touching
  • they’re looking out over campus when Neil turns to Andrew
  • “i’m proud of you”
  • Neil gets a disgusted scoff and a hand pushing his face away in return
  • “you’re still a junkie”
Love is not posting pictures online and sending long messages every night so you know I appreciate you. Love is not talking every day just so we are not going to forget we both care. Yes, it is great to do those things when you love someone, but it should not be something that you need. Love is, not talking all day and knowing you still love someone and nothing will change it. Love is, when you go out late and call me when you get home even though I am asleep because you know how much I worry. Love is, when you stop making up excuses and admit you did something wrong and apologizing for your mistakes and try not to do them again. Love is, “please get your homework done so you can get the job you want and be happy in the future”. That is love. Love is, “let’s go to bed we both need rest and I don’t want to go without you”. Love is, “I know you’re out watching the sunset because you’re upset, and I’m really sorry. But I’m upset too and would like you to go home so you can FaceTime me.” And then leaving my favorite thing because you will always be a priority to me. Love is not always the big things that everyone else will notice, but the small things that are not going to be noticed by anyone except each other. I do not need extravagant to mean love. I need you.
—  For you
just a reminder to anyone struggling with it today:

-it’s okay to eat

-your body needs food, even if you do nothing but lay in bed all day long

-you will not gain random weight/fat from eating a meal

-if you’re hungry, give your body what it needs

-food is not your enemy, it is good for your body and mind, it keeps you nourished and keeps your organs functioning

-you can be beautiful and still eat at the same time, you do not need to deprive your body in any way to look good

-you’re all amazing and i love you

-remember to eat

  • Taiyang: So on our first day of Beacon, after we had done the whole team formation exercise, Qrow took us all up to the roof for more bonding. Anyway, we got up there and remember at this point, none of us knew Qrow's landing strategy, all we knew was that I landed and Qrow appeared beside me. So Qrow walks over to the edge of Beacon Tower, and jumps off. I freak out, Summer almost has a heart attack, and Raven just stands there, doing nothing while a fucking crow - which we later learned was Qrow - flies up and lands on her head!
  • Qrow: I told you I was going to show you something.
  • Taiyang: YOU JUMPED OFF A BUILDING!
  • Qrow: And it was fucking hilarious!
Cariño

@tanksforasking : Ahhh! Omg I love your stories I’m so glad your askbox is open! Okay so, if you’re feeling it, I would totally wanna see Lance with like, a wicked high fever to the point where there’s nothing anyone can do but just wait and hope to God it breaks, but Keith can’t stand feeling helpless so he stays up all night with him, singing him songs and trying to comfort him. Agh thank you so much you’re awesome

A/N: It’s not a wicked high fever, but it’s enough to get Keith worried. Do I get bonus points for a cheesy title?


Lance had been sleeping for hours. Not long enough to be considered a day, but long enough to be considered more than normal. It wasn’t even solid sleep. He was tossing and turning, muttering incoherent words and lashing out at nonexistent threats.

Shiro told Keith that he would be okay. The fever wasn’t dangerously high, and they’d gotten medicine in him while he was awake. All they could do now was wait and let him rest.

But that was over ten hours ago. Everyone had gone to bed for the night. But in usual Keith fashion, he stayed up. Well, tried to, at least.

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I need you. I don’t think you realize just exactly how much I need you, or perhaps you do but there is nothing that we can really do about it. I think that’s the hardest part of all, knowing that truly there is nothing we can do but carry on through our days hoping that this time will pass by quickly. I’m longing for the day that I can be back in your arms, where this distance wont be an issue, where there is no fear of you leaving once again. I don’t want to tell you how many times I have fallen asleep crying because I don’t want to make you feel bad, or worse than how you feel now. All I can do for you right now is support you and remind you every single day how proud I am of you and how much I love you. You have me always and I will be right here waiting for your return.

Westminster dog breed descriptions that do NOT apply to me as a human

  • “agile in mind and body”
  • “superior athlete”
  • “has the endurance to work all day”

Westminster dog breed descriptions that DO apply to me as a human

  • “loves being out in the field”
  • “it matters not where he lives, as long as he lives in a house with people he loves”
  • “quiet manner and fondness for children”
My Heart Went Boom

Eliza Schuyler x Reader

Note: Day two of the write a thon! This is my first time writing an Eliza fic, and after working on this one for so long I’m really happy with how it turned out so I really hope you all love this as much as I do.

Warnings: nothing it’s just fluff y’all

Word Count: 900 (it’s short I know but, I’ve been struggling to finish this for days and this is the best i could do)

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox @whatevernever 

Originally posted by hamiltongifs

“Y/N! I need you to go down and get me tulips” Your boss, Rebecca demands as she rushes past your desk and into her office. “Now!” She yells when you don’t move from your desk.

“Rebecca I don’t exactly have the time right now, I have to finish the stack of work you gave me this morning” you explain, staring at the actual stack of papers she had dumped on your desk that morning and ordered you to organize.

Really you don’t mind your job as the secretary for the editor of a major magazine. Sure Rebecca can be uptight and downright rude a lot of the time but mostly you enjoy the challenge of the work you have to do. Unless she’s making you run stupid errands that get in the way of much more important things to do.

“I don’t care! I was supposed to have my flowers delivered but that stupid messed up my delivery this morning and I need those flowers!” she exclaims, waking her way back out of her office to glare at you. “So go!” 

You quickly jump up from your desk, not wanting her to physically pull you up and grab your bag from your draw. 

“And don’t go to my usual florist! I no longer trust them with my business. Find someone else” She demands before storming back into her office. 

So on top of having to go out of your way to find a different florist that will be able to live up to your bosses ridiculous standards, oh joy


Following the map you had looked up in the elevator you make your way four blocks from work to what is supposed to be ‘the best new florist in New York’. 

As you step through the door of Schuyler’s Flowers, immediately you are hit with the overwhelming scent of flowers. 

“Hello!” a bright, voice says off to your left. As you turn to look at the person who spoke your heart flutters in your chest.

The girl has to be around your age, her long straight dark hair flows freely around her shoulder and the pale blue sundress she wears looks as if it was make just for her.

“H-hi” you stutter, giving her as much of a smile as you can manage. She laughs softly, the sound of her laugh fills your ears and causes a cheesy grin to spread across your face.

“I’m Eliza, How can I help you today?” She asks.

“Tulips!” You exclaim before biting your lip and taking a breath. “Sorry… uh I need tulips. For my boss. She likes tulips”

Eliza laughs again, the sound is like music to your ears makes you feel so… helpless.

“Any particular color she wants?” Eliza asks, her eyes locking onto yours and you feel yourself practically melting under her gaze. 

“Um…I don’t think she mentioned a color, whatever you think is the best is good for me. You’re the one who knows about flowers, you know being a florist and all” You babble.

Eliza smiles at you as she busies herself, putting together a beautiful bouquet of purple tulips. “You know you never did give me your name” she says, absentmindedly.

“Oh right I’m Y/N” you say, rubbing a hand over the back of your neck. 

“Y/N… the name suits you” she says looking up and giving you a small smile, giggling at the way you blush. “And you’re pretty cute when you blush” she adds. 

You stare at her with wide eyes as she says it, you try to form a reply but you get caught up on the words and nothing but an incoherent jumble of noises comes out causing Eliza to giggle again. 

“You’re also pretty cute when you’re nervous” she says, causing you to blush even more. 

“Oh t-thank you. You ah… you’re pretty cute too” you manage to stutter out and she grins. 

Eliza goes quiet in concentration and you watch as she finishes pulling the flowers together, rolls them up in paper and ties them off with a beautiful purple ribbon that matches the flowers. 

“All done, I hope your boss likes them” she says as she hands the flowers to you. 

You grin, looking down at the work of art she’s created with the flowers. 

“This is amazing! You’re so talented” You say as you hand over the money. 

“Thank you, it’s not so much talent as it is practice. You spend enough time doing something you’re bound to get good at it” she explains. As you turn to leave she stops you with a hand on your arm. “I should give you my number, you know in case there is a problem with the flowers or something” she says. 

Quickly she scribbles her phone number onto a piece of paper and slides it into your bag that hangs from your shoulder. 

“Or in case you just… want to call?” she asks, a shy look crossing her face. 

“Sounds good to me. It was nice meeting you Eliza” you say, grinning at her as you head for the door. 

“You too Y/N!” She calls out as the door closes behind you. 

As you walk past the view of the shop you pause for a second and smile thanking every possible god out there, even the ones you don’t believe in, for the mix up at Rebecca’s regular florist. 

Fireflies

 @impossiblekimpossible said: “I love ur imagines! Can you do one about Jungkook trying to cheer you up! Thanks!!”

Thank you!! Sorry it’s a bit short. I hope you like this, and thank you for the request!! <3 


It had been a long day. 

It wasn’t anything that was anyone’s fault, nothing you could say “this is why I’m stressed”, just a bunch of little things that all added up. Jungkook could tell by the tone of your voice over the phone that you weren’t your usual self. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, and you sighed. You didn’t want to worry him, or bother him with how crap your day had been (though it wouldn’t have bothered him at all, as you would have known if you hadn’t already felt so down).

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said, holding your phone between your ear and shoulder. You slipped your shoes off as you stepped into your home, not particularly excited to be alone.

“Can you do me a favor?” 

You really weren’t in the mood to do anyone any favors, but Jungkook wasn’t just anyone. “I guess. What is it?” 

“Meet me at our park in twenty minutes.” 

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Until Tomorrow Comes

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“Alright,” Sam announces, tipping his empty in Dean and Cas’s direction. “I’m heading to bed. See y’all in the morning.” He claps Cas on the shoulder before he heads out, leaving Dean and Cas alone in the relative silence of the war room.

Cas is the first to speak. He leans forward, adjusting his jacket, setting his beer on the table. “You should get some rest, Dean. It’s been a long day.”

Pursing his lips, Dean nods. “Prob’ly,” he mutters, draining the last of his beer. He watches Cas for a moment, as if expecting more conversation. When Cas says nothing, he sighs and stands. “What’re you gonna do? Angels don’t sleep.” They gave Cas his own room, but Dean often hears shuffling in the halls at night. He’s not really sure what Cas does all night.

Cas stands, shrugging. “I read, mostly.” Dean watches as Cas glances toward the library. “This bunker has a great deal of interesting books.” When he turns to Dean, he offers the slightest hint of a smile. “I like it.”

Unsure of what more to say, Dean nods again. He pats Cas’s shoulder as he passes, still clutching his beer bottle, and mumbles a “goodnight, Cas.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”

The reverence in Cas’s voice freezes Dean in his tracks. He turns to find Cas, still bloody and bruised, watching him with a soft smile. It makes Dean’s heart ache. Suddenly, guilt washes over him. For how he’s treated Cas since Billie. Hell, for how he’s treated Cas for years. “Cas,” he starts, retracing his steps toward the angel. The closer he gets, the bluer Cas’s eyes seem to be. “Look, I…” he reaches past him and sets his empty bottle on the table. Their chests nearly touch. When he stands upright, he moves in closer and lays his hands on Cas’s shoulders, his thumbs brushing the place his skin meets his shirt collar. “I meant what I said earlier. All of it, really. I’m worried. For a lot of things. Mostly, though,” he hesitates and swallows, his throat suddenly dry. “Mostly for you.”

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Companions react to sole always joking about their death when really they're really considering it because they hate themselves but always joking and playing off like nothing is wrong

Thank you for this ask, anon. I’m hoping this one might give people who are dealing with this some hope and comfort, maybe even to talk about it to someone they love and trust. These characters would believe in you, and one way or another so do I ❤️

Intro: Sole was not doing nearly as well as they pretended to. Being in the ravages of the commonwealth, losing what they lost… they felt useless, hadn’t been able to stop it all. Sole couldn’t shake the thought that nothing would change that feeling. They hated themself for not being good enough, never feeling happy enough so faking that it was to the outside world was the next best thing. Joking to hide it, just one day at a time, as long as nobody found out about it. That was until the day, in spite of the smile still set on their face, something must’ve shone through in one of their jokes. They were looking into the very concerned eyes of their Companion. “ Hey… are you alright?”
 It took Sole a fraction of a second to regain their composure, to get back to the façade and the fake smile. “Yeah, of course! I was just joking, let’s go.” Their companion held them by the arm, not tightly, but just to get them to turn around and stand still. 
“ Sole… What is really going on?” The worry in their voice made Sole cave in entirely. They had hoped never to have to explain this… not like they would understand it anyway. But they couldn’t evade it anymore. Tears welled up in Sole’s eyes as they admitted that maybe they hadn’t just been jokes. 

Codsworth:
He felt like something had been going on for a while now, noticing the difference between the Sole he used to know and the way they acted now. He never could quite place his finger on what was going on , but as soon as Sole poured their heart out to him he recognized what Sole described. The feeling was somehow familiar to him. He had felt it too, once. He held Sole’s hands and told them they were not alone. “ I have felt lost… for all those years without you. I hate to admit it but… mum/sir I have thought about it too, it was so very lonely. But I held on to the thought that maybe I would see you again. And when you were there… oh Sir/Mum… I was so happy to see you again. You gave me a reason to live and to fight again. I felt better talking to you about it. About how I felt… I have learnt that bottling up past trauma can lead to inadiquate coping strategies in later life. We can help each other Sir/Mum. I am here for you.” His heartwarming smile wasn’t enough to fix the feeling of emptiness instantly but some warmth seeped back in, tears still running free. “Okay.”

Danse:
Danse felt a slight sense of panic at Sole’s words… he tried to envision a world without them but felt his chest tighten every time he did.  He knew what it felt like to no longer care if you lived or died, but to consider taking your own life… he couldn’t wrap his head around that. He desperately wanted to help but he didn’t know how. “ I know what it feels like to feel like an imposter… but you helped me back up. Through all of this, you are the one thing that has kept me from giving up, from turning it all off. I would have been dead without you and I have devoted my life to protecting you, even if this means protecting you from yourself. So that is what I shall do, in every way I can. “ He pulled them into a very tight embrace and kissed the top of their head. “ You can tell me how you really feel. Your secrets are safe with me. The dark thoughts and the nightmares… I probably have had them too… maybe I can do for you what you do for me. Give you a reason to feel alive again.“ 

Deacon:
Deacon was dumbstruck, his own jokes falling away entirely. He had no idea what to do but not taking Sole’s words seriously was the last thing on his mind. He pulled Sole into a hug. “ Shit Sole, you’re more worthy to be alive than me. You’ve saved so many lives, helped so many people. You have no idea how amazing you are.” Sole shook their head. “ Doesn’t make me feel any better Deacon. It’s not about how worthy who is. I just feel… lost. All the time.” He stroked their hair until Sole cried a little less. As he wiped away some tears from their face he inhaled deeply.  “ I’m not gonna pretend I know what it’s like. I’m a pathological liar with a bad past but I can’t imagine how you feel right now. And that’s okay… as long as you talk to me. You can’t fight your demons alone, I’ve tried doing that myself and it’s only been working since you’re around and since I told you about my past. I can’t… ‘fix’ this. I know that. But I will fight with you if you let me. And until the threat is passed, just to be safe, I won’t be leaving your side. I won’t bring it up unless you want to talk about it but I won’t leave. “ Dacon looked down. “ Because it’s worst when you are alone. “ He grabbed Sole’s hand. “So please know that you’re not. I can be an idiot but I won’t let you get lost in yourself, okay?” Sole was trying to ease their breathing, wiping away some tears. “I… I think I can do that.” Deacon smiled at them, a little smile. “Good. Now get over here.”
He pulled them into a hug again. “ Oh, does this mean death bunnies as a nickname is off the table or…?”  Sole chuckled a little, while Deacon reveled in the sound of their laughter, vowing to get them to smile genuinely, every day, again someday.

Nick:
Nick didn’t look at Sole with the pity they expected to face, but with a look of determination. “ Listen’ up kid, there’s one thing you need to remember; we’re not gods, we’re men. Human or synth, all of us. You’ve been trying to take on the world, one injustice at a time and you’ve found out that you can’t save everyone. It hacks in on ya, I know. But damnit, you make this damn hellhole a little brighter. So hang in there and rely on others when you need to. If you feel like you can’t handle it, come to me. You’re not the only one who feels lost sometimes, don’t get lost inyourself. You’ve got too many people looking out for ya to do that.” He grabbed Sole’s hand. “You don’t have to face it all alone.” 

Hancock:
Hancock smiled at Sole. “ Looks like we got more in common than I thought.”
“ You mean aside from the deadpan and the sarcasm?” 
“ I’ve almost done it a hundred times over. I’ve considered it, justgoing out on a high, ya know? Literally. And to be honest, if it weren’t for you maybe I woulda done it, too. But you gotta find yoruself somethin’ that makes you excited to wake up in the morning. It doesn’t matter what it is. And if you let me, I’ll do whatever I can to be that thing for you. Or die trying.” 
Sole scoffed, eyes still puffy. “ I’m not sure it’s a good iea to make those kind of jokes. Or to put any kind of pressure on me to be happy.” 
“ Oh, I’m not doing that. You’re a grown-ass (wo)man, I’m not gonna tell you what to be or what to do. But I ain’t going anywhere without ya. But this ain’t the kinda thing you tell people unless you hate that empty feeling. Keep talking to me when you feel it and I’ll help ya. You’re gonna be alright. I’ll keep you safe.Cause you’re the most important thing to me in this whole goddamn world.”

Maxson:
Maxson felt hopeless, felt some sort of unfamiliar panic wash over him. If ther was one thing he wasn’t used to being it was helplessness. He wanted to helo but didn’t have a clue how. “ Sentinel… I would kill for you.” He walked closer to them, looking Sole straight in the eyes. “I would die for you if it came down to it.” He grabbed Sole’s hands. “ But I can’t let you die. Cause I’ve lost a lot of good soldiers, a lot of friends, and I cannot lose you.”
Sole looked at their feet. “But I’m not sure if I can keep going on, Maxson.”
He gritted his teeth. He wasn’t angry at Sole, not dissapointed, just concerned and frustrated by his lack of ability to do anything.
“ Whenever you feel lost, come to me. I know now and I’ll drop anything if you need me to. You can do whatever you want, tell me whatever you want and I won’t use it against you or judge you for it. As long as you don’t do it. “ He had a pleading look in his eyes as he grabbed Sole’s hands in his. “ Please. I am no longer sure if this this world is worth saving for me if it no longer has you in it.”

Preston:
Preston sighed and asked Sole to sit down on a nearby bench with him. 
“ When I first started all of this I was, um … scared as hell. You know that I often barely managed to hold my head above water. Sometimes I just wanted it all to stop. I’ve seen so much death and misery walking through the commonwealth… it rubs off on you. But I kept going because the people around me needed me. Sometimes I felt some genuine happiness again, in the little things, you know? When I noticed some kids could still be happy, when I saw lovers reunited,… when I saw my guys like Sturges with his eternal optimism. It made me push through. And then you came along and I wasn’t the only one with the weight of the world on my shoulders.There was some hope again, among the pain and the suffering. I’m still not completely okay but I try to go by the little things… you are a reminder that sometimes things get better. But when it all gets too much… “ He gabbed Sole’s hand in his. “You can come to me. I know what it feels like to feel like you’re not enough. As it turns out talking about it helps best, and for me focussing on the little things that make me happy. Like you. Like coming back to the settlement and knowing you’ve given these people a new home. Like the look of relief when we help a settlement and those people realise that they haven’t lost everything. The bravery to start over. You know the story of Pandora’s box right? Once all the misey is out, hope is left. Anyway… just know you can come to me when you want to okay? Cause… I don’t want to lose you.”  

Sturges;
Sturges can’t even stand to see Sole cry, let alone deal with the fact that they’re contemplating ending their life. After they barged in at the Museum of Freedom he felt like he owed them his life but now it came down to it he didn’t know how to return the favor. He looked at them with such hopeful eyes and said “ Hey… I don’t really know how to help but I’ve got your back. You’ve helped us out back at Concord. You saved our damn lives… I wanna do the same for you. You’re one of akind Sole, and this world would be a whole lot darker without you in it. So whenever it gets to much you know where to find me. Same team, remember? “ His heart broke to see Sole nodding their head while they still were having trouble stopping the tears and he pulled them into a hug, holding onto them tightly. “I got you. You’re gonna be okay.”

X6-88:
“ I told you I once thought you looked lost and confused, that you might not be able to handle this life… and how you proved me wrong. How tough and determined you are in spite of all you’ve lost. I told you then you could accomplish anything you set your mind to. I still believe you can. You will overcome this.” He tried to maintain his more composed way of speaking intact but seeing Sole like that… something was hitting a nerve, making him feel something he didn’t usually feel.  
“ X6, I’m not sure if I can. You also told me you were worried I might slow you down and I am doing that now. It’s overwhelming, too much to handle.”
“ I am sworn to protect you.” Sole inhaled deeply, tears still streaming down their face because they were saying goodbeye to their support system. But Sole knew he was probably doing all of this out of a sense of loyalty to Father, a sense of duty.
“ I relieve you of that. You can leave. Nobody will hold it against you. You no longer need to be my bodyguard.You will always be welcome in the Institute but no one will command you any longer.”
“ With all do respect, ma’am/sir, I refuse to leave your side as long as you are in harm’s way.” 
“ This isn’t helping. Knowing I’m a burden, an annoyance to you.It makes it all worse, okay? Just leave.” 
“ Damnit…I am not leaving because I have to protect the one thing that I can’t live without. That’s you.This is no longer just about the Institute. I respect you and I want to be by your side as you take on the world or whatever idiotic thing has gotten into your head that makes you feel insecure. “ He clenched his jaw. “ You do? ”
“ I do… sir/Ma’am. I will aid you in overcoming this in any way you can. I refuse to let you destroy yourself.”

Throwback to 16 year old me VS 23 year old me. There’s no where to go, but up when you’ve already been at your worst.

I love the woman I have become and no body can take that away. How amazing is it that you can choose the way you look?

Overall, I’m happy with the woman I am inside and out. I live by my own rules and not by what society tells us to be. You don’t have to own everything, work all the time, you don’t have to travel everywhere or do what every body else is doing, to be happy. My motto is “Live a life that you don’t need a vacation from.”

Right now I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I work when I feel like it and live every single day like it is my last one. I think that’s why I’m content all the time and why nothing really ever bothers me, because we don’t have very long in this life, so why not enjoy it!

XOXO
Ora

Art by Cassandra Jean! Church > Jace > Clary > Alec > Magnus > Jem > Tessa > Will > Emma > Jules > Ty all helping celebrate me hitting 800,000 followers on Twitter. Arbitrary number but I’m always up for a celebration. I’ll be posting some art and snippets in the next few days for fun. We’ll start with CJ’s banner and:

A snippet from Lord of Shadows:

There was a long silence. Magnus sighed. “I have to hand it to you,” he said. “I never thought Jace and Clary would be topped by anyone else in terms of insane, self-destructive decisions, but you all are giving them a run for their money.”

“I really had nothing to do with this,” Kieran pointed out stiffly.

“I think you will find many poor decisions led you here, my friend,” Magnus said. “All right, you — all of you — wait here. And don’t do anything stupid.”

He strode out of the room on long, black-clad legs, swearing under his breath.

“He’s getting more and more like Gandalf,” said Emma, watching him go. “I mean, a hot, younger-looking Gandalf, but I keep expecting him to start stroking his long white beard and muttering darkly.

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Well love your arr keep doing what you love And make your drems come ture..

- Moho says: thank you for this massage and tbh sure, I can have my bad days where I feel like nothing is worth it anymore, but drawing just gives my comfort. I honestly CANT give it up since I’ve been doing to for soo long and it was the only thing that Keeps me entertained through out my boring unproductive life( tho I don’t see my self as an extreme artist that makes paintings and all that jazz) and drawing here makes me more passionate about art since you guys give my positive feedback on my work and comics ! And I really appreciate that🌸 so I understand if you feel like giving up, but if you’re really passionate about it, you shouldn’t. Just take a break from it if you really need too and when you feel like drawing again, do so 👍
All He Knew - Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt - ‘you broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s and i should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good’ (I changed it a bit but w/e)
Word Count- 1186
Warnings - nothing, not even a swear im proud of me
Notes- happy valentines day!! hope you all have(/had) a good day whether you’ve got someone or if (like me) you don’t. (and if you don’t, ill be your valentine bb don’t worry❤️) hope you enjoy this lil imagine

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Long story short, he had no idea what to do.

Admittedly, it wasn’t something that anyone would plan for it to happen. What were you meant to say? Lin had no idea. All he knew was that there was a drunk girl kneeled at the front door of his apartment, gently stroking his dog.

His mind raced with questions. Should he approach the girl? Does the girl even know that he’s there? Why is the girl even in the apartment? Every question led to a new one and it was only so long before he had to clear his throat for her attention.

“Um…” He said as the girl’s head snapped towards him in confusion. “Hello? Um- could I- uh- ask why you happen to be in my apartment at 3am on a Saturday night?”
There was still no recognition in the girl’s eyes. “Your apartment?” she repeated.
“Uh, yeah. I live here?” Lin replied, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible.
She frowned, clearly confused. “Are you sure?” she asked him.
Lin paused. How was he meant to answer that question? “Yeah, pretty sure. I mean, I used my key to get in.” His eyes narrowed slightly as he realised another truth. “Speaking of which… How did you get in?”
Her head tilted sideways slightly, almost as if she were mimicking the dog still perched in front of her, before gesturing wildly behind her. “The front door.” She answered simply.
Lin mentally cursed himself. Obviously, he forgot to lock the door before he went to bed. He’d have to somehow remind himself in the future, as if he didn’t have other stuff on his mind.

He returned his focus back to the girl, who had since switched back her attention to the dog. He coughed once more to reclaim her awareness.
“Listen…” He said, pinching his nose in frustration. He had so been looking forward to his sleep. “Do you want to just sleep here tonight? I can give you some painkillers and water for the morning and then I can make sure you get back home safely in the morning.” He was expecting a simple ‘yes, thanks’ yet all he got was a vacant stare and a comment from the girl saying that her friend might be waiting for her at their place.
“Your friend will probably be more grateful if you don’t go knocking on their door at three in the morning.” He stopped her.
She stopped and looked at him for a moment before nodding, as though she were a nothing less than a small child. “You’re right. Thank you. Although, I don’t think you need to worry about the home in the morning thing seeing as I probably don’t have one anymore!”
She said it almost gleefully, hysterical from the thought. Lin’s ears perked up, curious as to though why the girl seemingly had no home to go to yet he knew that he should wait until she was sober to find out. If she wanted to tell him in the first place, that was.

“What’s your name?” He asked her, realizing he probably should have done so earlier.
“(Y/N).” She replied surely.
“(Y/N).” He repeated. “Okay. Got it. I’m Lin, by the way.”
“Lin,” she mimicked him by also repeating his name. “I like that. It’s interesting. Different.”
To his surprise, Lin felt himself blush. “Um, thank you? I could say the same about you.”
She giggled. He raised his eyebrows, amused, but asked no more questions.

He led her through his apartment, stopping in front of his bedroom door and gesturing for her to enter in. He gazed longingly at his bed. He’d been so comfy and he was so close to sleep. It would have been a relief after a long two show day. Shaking his head, he turned back to the girl.
“Stay here.” He told her. “Feel free to change into comfier clothes than what your wearing. I’ll get you some water for now and some aspirin for you to take when you wake up, okay?” She only nodded in understanding.

He made his way towards his kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard above the kitchen sink. Filling it up, he placed it back down on a counter and reached into a new cupboard for the aspirin he had placed in there. He suddenly felt two things. One: his shirt riding up slightly from where he’d stretched up, and two: a presence behind him. He turned quickly to find (Y/N) standing there again.
“I thought I told you to stay in the bedroom?” He asked her.
“You left.” She shrugged. “Also, I really like your dog.” He pointed to the mutt now circling her legs in appreciation.
Lin involuntarily chuckled. He couldn’t help but be amused by the friendship forming between his beloved pet and the girl who had disrupted him from his slumber, something he was beginning to not miss as much. “Her name’s Tobillo.” he told her. “Found her on a beach in the Dominican Republic a little while back.” He recalled the memory fondly. “It’s Spanish for ankle,” he hastily added, as though the meaning of his dog’s name was important. (Y/N)’s eyebrow quirked up but smiled as she pet the dog slightly before straightening back up so that she stood tall, level with Lin’s height.
“She’s cute. I like dogs.” she said earnestly, looking Lin straight in the eye.
“I can tell,” he chuckled. “Now, drink this,” he passed her the full cup of water positioned on the counter to his side. She gulped it down and he nodded in acceptance. “Okay, follow me,” he walked back towards his bedroom and she did what he said.

“You can sleep in my bed.” He told her as they approached the object. It was already looking slightly slept in but he was sure that it didn’t really matter to her. “I’ll take the couch. You look like you need a proper bed tonight than I do.” He said it almost reluctantly, but he knew that it would only be for one night. One cold night. Spent on a couch. He sighed slightly as he watched the girl climb in without hesitation or resentment. He grabbed a bundle of blankets that were safely stored on the upper part of his wardrobe and positioned them under his armpit.

He checked once again to see if the girl was okay, only to realise that she was already pretty much fast asleep on his pillow. He let out a small breathy laugh at the sight of her before turning around to his couch in the living room.

He didn’t know why he seemed to have an interest in the girl forming. After all, she had disrupted his sleep and would be contributing to the cause of him having an aching back from sleeping on the couch. Yet he still felt intrigued. It could have been for any reason.
All he knew was that (Y/N) was the last though on his mind that night as he finally fell asleep.

ohoho but you know some days deans feeling just a bit more adventurous, a bit cheekier than usual, will do everything he can to rile cas up without *directly* riling him up. he’s stretching his arms way over his head, brushing by cas in close quarters, bending over, touching his own lips, licking them more often than usual, taking long pulls on his beer when he knows cas is looking

and cas isn’t an idiot, he knows exactly what dean’s doing and he keeps his cool all day but the minute the door slams behind them he’s all over dean, shoving him into the wall and dean’s nothing but smug smiles, all innocent can I help you’s and sheesh whats gotten into you’s and cas isn’t ashamed to admit how well the goading spurs him on, how eager he is to wreck dean so bad that all he can do is gasp and beg more, cas, please, all traces of teasing gone from his voice, cheeks pink, nothing but sloppy desperation in how he blindly clutches at cas, searching for some kind of purchase as cas shows him just how closely he’s been paying attention all day