i know you love him as well

andreil soulmate au

An @aftgexchange pinch-hit for @andrewjsten; I hope you enjoy!

Imagine an AU where you can’t lie to your soulmate. 

Everyone knows this.

Well, as in, it is physically possible; Neil can open his mouth and say something untrue to Andrew.

But soulmates are two people who share a soul. Two people who were meant to be one, but were torn asunder by the gods in their rage.

A soul will know the condition and the intention on its other half; for they are part of the same soul, in the end.

  • Which means that Andrew knows that Neil is his soulmate almost immediately
  • He flies out with Kevin to meet this rookie forward that Kevin’s raving about. He hasn’t bothered to watch the videos, he’s just going because they’re desperate for a new team member after the last recruit, and Kevin insists on going and Kevin won’t go alone
  • So he has the lowest of expectations when Neil comes rabbiting into the changing room and Andrew swings without thinking about it
  • His first thought is ‘what an idiot’ and his second is ‘hot tho’
  • And then Neil says something about not deserving to play on the same court as Kevin and Andrew can feel it in his bones, in his heart, in his soul that Neil is lying
  • Which makes his third thought about Neil ‘well fuck’

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Some more fanart of @tyranttortoise Skeleton Squatters and the Landlady, this time two of my favourite parts from the latest chapter :D

Was going to write something here but my mind went blank… so… yeah…


Where did the hats and sunglasses go after Papy teleported himself and Edge away??? like Edge did throw his hat and sunglasses at Paps but what about Stretch? did he continue to wear it or did they fall off??? like nothing mentions that he takes it off, so… did he keep on wearing it? I got questions???? for some reason I find this hilarious as if he did then no one commented on it and he just kept on walking around wearing the hat and sunglasses for no reason! I I don’t even know anymore, been thinking about it since I re read that part for the sketch and stuff xD 

Lovey Dovey Horny Drunk

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean (mentioned)

Word Count: 962

Warnings: Implied smut, getting drunk, drunk!sam, maybe trash writing. I don’t know how I feel with this one.

Request: Hey, can i request a Samxreader where they get drunk together and the reader is all lovey dovey and feels the urge to hug him and snuggle up next to him, but she is too afraid of his reaction,but it turns out that sam is a “horny drunk” and it ends up in kind of a dirty talk ( not smut at all, just kind of sexual jokes and implied smut) if you don’t want to do this is ok!

Author’s Note: If you want to be tagged, leave an ask or message and I’ll add you! Same goes for my Series Rewrite! If you want to request a fic, please send them in! I love writing what you guys want!

Feedback is always appreciated

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Originally posted by themegalosaurus

“Sam, get drunk with me.” You said, slamming the bottle down on the library table where he was, reading those boring ass books.

“Y/N, I’m reading.” He said, looking up at you.

“Come on, Winchester. Dean is away having the time of his life and I’m lonely. Well, you’re here with me so be lonely with me. Come on, please?” You asked, giving him those wide, puppy dog eyes that no one could resist.

“You know I invented those, right? Those don’t work on me.” Sam said with a chuckle.

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beaniebaneenie  asked:

Maybe Bitty goes to the Falcs, or Alicia, to get rid of some questionable shirts in Jack's wardrobe... Like a hideously tacky Tourist-Dad™ Hawaiian print? Or the yellow shoes? Sorry you're in a funk. If there's anything I can do, let me know!

Hey, @beaniebaneenie  I appreciate the prompt. <3   I kinda went another direction with this, but it still has hints of the prompt.  Jack is out of town, so Bitty and Alicia take over his closet to give it a makeover.  Here’s what goes down…

“I feel kinda sneaky doing this,” Bitty said as he stood by the door of their bedroom.

Alicia quickly got to work as she opened the closet and examined it with the steely accuracy of an assassin ready to put down their target.

“Eric, sweetheart. It’s for his own good.  I thought we agreed,” she said as she pulled out a bright orange golf shirt.  She held it toward Bitty and said, “Where on god’s green earth did he even get this from?”

“A charity golf thing,” Bitty said taking one step closer as Alicia flung it onto the bed.  Apparently, she had three piles:  To Donate, To Toss, To Burn to a Crisp.  

Alicia tutted as she rummaged through the clothes on the hangers. “Honestly, you’d think he was contractually obligated to only wear Falconers or Samwell gear.”

Bitty approached the bed and sat on the edge as Alicia continued tossing more clothes onto it.  He grabbed a pair of well worn burgundy Adidas track pants that had just been flung.

“Oh, but Jack loves these. They’re broken in just so,” Bitty said as he held them up to his cheek.

“We can buy him some new ones to break in – ones that don’t have holes in the leg,” she said then pulled out a Hawaiian print button down, and gasped.  She held up the offending shirt as if it were a steaming pile of manure and said with a moue, “Eric?”

“Lord!” Bitty smiled.“Coach got that for him. When we went to Kauai with my parents, Jack and Coach thought it would be funny to get matching shirts. Mama and I were so mad at them… and then at dinner—”

“Sweetheart?”  Alicia said with a sigh.


Alicia looked at Bitty and smiled.  “Come on, help me put all this back in.”

“What?  Why?” Bitty asked.

Alicia walked over and stroked Eric’s cheek.  “Because you’re so besotted with my son, you couldn’t care less what he looks like and you don’t want to change him in any way, and I’ll love you forever for that.”

“Aw, come on, Alicia,” Bitty said as he blushed and looked down at the track pants in his lap.

“All right.  At least let’s organize the closet so he can find things easier:  you know the fancy track pants from the everyday track pants,” Alicia said with a wink.

Bitty nodded and began folding some of the clothes on the bed.  He then bit his lip and said, “BUT… if that horrendous orange golf shirt mysteriously disappeared, well there’s nothing I could do about that.”

“Consider it taken care of.”

A Wilde Journey: Chapter One- A Day in the City

(Photo by @cryptid-bunny​)

As the months pass, Nick begins to adapt to his new life as a singe parent, though it is met with consistent complications he thankfully has Judy to help him raise young Isabelle.

At six months, she is still a well kept secret, while being a scientific marvel in the medical community, Nick and Judy have been cautious in keeping her protected from those who may not agree with her birth. Yet this is something that Nick can no longer justify.

While arguing consistently with himself and with Judy he believes that sheltering Isabelle is not the right way to raise her and has decided to finally show the world his daughter.

Though his actions appear to be sound and justified, there will always be backlash.

Follow the new story, showcasing Isabelle Wilde life, and the struggles she goes through as she grows and matures from a young kit to a grown vixen, the ever blossoming relationship between Nick and Judy and the hard ship they must face to prove that love truly does conquer all

don’t forget to Comment, reblog, and follow the Story on AO3:http://archiveofourown.org/works/11882967/chapters/26835888


Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12590474/1/A-Wilde-Journey

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anonymous asked:

4! Msr of course :)

Photo prompt of a luxurious shower. Post ep for Hollywood AD. Fluff and nonsense.


For every motel they’d stayed in, for every flat pillow, every lumpy mattress, every copper-stained sink, every dusty lampshade, she’d always dreamed there’d be a pay-off. And Hollywood was certainly providing riches beyond her imagination. A luxurious hotel room with a walk-in shower and claw-foot bath, a four-poster bed the size of her childhood bedroom dressed with the silkiest sheets and the softest duvet. A pillow menu named after famous Hollywood icons. She had no doubt that Mulder had chosen an Elvis – deep, sensuous and slightly on the larger side.

She had hesitated over the Meryl Streep – solid and reliable with the ability to take you to unexpected places with its depth or the Marilyn – our sexiest pillow dressed in form-fitting white with a flair for the dramatic. In the end, she opted for one of each.

              A couple of drinks and the arrival of a plate of oysters had Mulder laughing at the movie now. He swallowed his humiliation with the champagne, he’d loosened his tie and rediscovered his smile.

              “It’ll flop, Mulder. There’s no way anyone would part with their hard-earned cash to watch that garbage.”

              Downing an oyster he shook his head. “People paid good money to watch Spice World, Scully.”

              She giggled and pressed her hand over his. She loved this Mulder. Delivering his glib one-liners. Relaxed and social. Happy. Looking hot helped too. Mulder could really rock a tux.

              “Do you want to go to the casino later, Mulder? I have a mean poker face.”

              He laughed. “Well, I know that.”


              “But I’d really like to take you dancing.” His eyes fall to the plate of lobster in front of him and she could swear that he started to blush.

              She chuffed out a laugh. “Oh, Mulder. I can’t dance. You remember my singing? Well, my dancing is even more off pitch than that.”

              Under the table, his knee brushed hers and stayed there. “I liked your singing, Scully. Indulge me.”

Her feet buzzed and her neck ached from holding her hands up to dance with him. Not that she’d ever tell him. It had been such a blast to waltz and sway around the floor in his arms. He was more than competent and he led her in a way that meant she didn’t trip over his feet or miss her cues.

              She slipped her shoes off on the way back and he looped his arm through hers. Alcohol softened the edges of everything and she hummed ‘I could have danced all night’ as they strolled.

              “Favourite movie scenes, Scully? You clearly love the dance scene in My Fair Lady.”

              “It’s such a classic trope, isn’t it? Two opposites eventually finding a way to work together.”

              “A bit like Han and Leia in A New Hope. But work, Scully? Is that what they were doing?”

              She laughed. “I also love the scars scene in Jaws.”

              He looked down at her, mouth open is surprise. “Why have we never watched this movie together? It’s up there with Planet of the Apes for me.”

              “It’s a classic take on working class toughness and the fight against a menace where the victims are universal. I particularly love the science versus spiritualism vs common man theme.”

              They walked on and he shook his head. “I just love the tension that carries the whole movie, Scully.”

He ordered brandy and they sat in a booth in the darker end of the hotel bar.

Midnight Lace is an underrated classic thriller. Doris Day is wonderful as the tormented heroine. The shower scene in Psycho, Rear Window. Any Hitchcock movie. It’s the suspense, Scully. It’s always about the painful anticipation.”

“The barn scene in Witness. Sam Cook singing Wonderful World,” she said. “It’s so romantic.”

              “I see pattern emerging here, Scully. You and dance scenes.”

              “Guilty as charged, Mulder. And here I was imagining that you would be choosing all the best sex scenes.”

              He stretched out and looked wounded. “Some things are best left to the imagination.”

              “So no steamy Richard Gere movies, then?”

              “Nah,” he said, “although that shower scene in Breathless is pretty hot.”

              She tucked a yawn into her fist and laughed to try to hide it. “And the night is young, Scully.”

              She checked her watch. “It’s 3 o’clock in the morning.”

              “And what were you planning to do for the next three hours, Scully?”

              A wellspring of arousal surfaced as he shucked off his jacket. She found herself draining the rest of her glass and reaching out for his hand. “Take advantage of the facilities in our rooms to reduce the painful tension?”

Steam fogged the glass panel as he lifted her onto the shelf that ran around the middle of the shower space. Supporting herself against the side panel, her fingers pressed into the glass and left a pattern of prints in the fog.

              After, Mulder whispered sweet kisses across her face and turned to see the evidence. He laughed and reached out, drawing a heart and adding their initials either side.

              “Best shower scene, ever, Scully.”

anonymous asked:

exo's reaction to their gf performing one of jay park's songs ;)))

It’s like you guys know that I love Jay so much haha~ Maybe you know…

- Admin Gumi


His jaw flew open at the sight of you dancing to one of Jay’s songs. He thinks it looks super sexy and makes him braindead but he doesn’t say anything, just stares at you.


Seeing you singing and dancing to such a sexy song makes him feel a little embarrassed because he’s never seen you like this. He really enjoys it and feels stunned.


Oh well, he definitely wouldn’t mind you doing this more often. He gives you The Look™ and compliments you after your performance, thinking about all the things he could do to you later~


Feels very shy and doesn’t know where to look, glancing at you every few seconds with a blush. He thinks you look beautiful though and doesn’t hesitate to tell you about it afterwards.


Tells you that you totally slayed the whole performance and that it’s a shame he couldn’t join you. He really liked what you did there and it’s hard for him to keep dirty thoughts away.


Stands there speechless through the whole song and stares at you thinking how fine you are. When you two meet after the stage, he suddenly gets embarrassed by his own thoughts.


Bites his lip thinking that you’re the sexiest woman on the planet, the lyrics only making it better. He later compliments you with a wink and states that he wouldn’t mind if you’d want to do this again only for him.


He stares and can’t look away, already full of dirty thoughts that just won’t leave him alone. He loves the way you’re dancing and how your body looks doing all the sexy moves.


At first thinks she’s crazy but soon gets into it and after a while he’s enjoying it a lot. Later that day he just can’t think of anything else besides you during the stage.


He definitely wasn’t expecting you to perform such a dirty song but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it. Besides, he’s proud of his girl looking so sexy and professional.


Doesn’t look away even for a second and gives you a dirty smirk, clearly showing his thoughts. Your sexy moves and voice singing those lyrics make him want to spend some time alone with you later~


Like Suho, feels proud of you being able to perform so well. He’s amazed by your sensual moves and finds himself staring a lot. After the performance he gives you a kiss that says what he’s really thinking about.

- Admin Gumi and Admin Tian

anonymous asked:

Could I request some writing for Harrison?(: reader can't fall asleep and is constantly fidgeting or starting a conversation and he's extremely exhausted, so he forces her to quiet down and comforts her so she can fall asleep easily!!

Harrison x Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 469

Requested by this lovely anon! <3

A/N: Sorry, I know it’s really short. Writing this made me very sleepy, also because I just woke up and it’s like 9 AM. I hope I somehow, despite the shortness, fulfilled your expectations!

“Have you ever seen polar lights in real life?” You ask Harrison who was laying next to you on his side while you were lying on your back. You didn’t know why but you just couldn’t fall asleep so you tried to keep him awake as well. You didn’t want to stay awake alone. Yes, maybe a bit selfish. Desperately you tried to start a conversation several times but he would always answer very briefly.

“Nope. Unfortunately not.” “Me neither. I’d love to see them one day.” No answer. Sighing at the fact that you can’t fall asleep you move around and turn to his back.

“How was the interview with Tom today?” “Good.” Nothing more. Slowly you started tickling the boy on his sides but he just grabbed your wrist und moved it away from his body before releasing it again.

“And what-” You got interrupted by a slightly louder voice now. “Y/N! For God’s sake, can’t you just be quiet for a minute?” Startled you swallowed heavily. “I-I’m sorry.” Shocked you turned around, your back facing his now. Sighing remorseful he turned around. “Y/N, I’m really sorry. It’s just, I am so tired and I just want some sleep.” You didn’t move an inch. You didn’t say anything.

Harrison moved closer to you on the bed before snaking an arm around your waist, spooning you carefully. “I said I’m sorry, Y/N. Come on, please.” He tried to convince you in a soft voice. Still no reaction from you. “Okay. Well anyways.” He moved even closer, pressing his firm chest against your back. He came closer to your ear with his face. His voice was just above a whisper, making it all raspy. He knew that his voice had a soothing affect on you.

“Just relax, close your eyes and shut your mind off.” Harrison whispered. At first you were slightly confused but soon realized what he was doing. He helped you fall asleep. Gently he placed small kisses down your neck and along your shoulder. His hand slid under your shirt before starting to carefully caress your stomach with his fingertips, making you shiver a little. He continued to kiss your back and shoulders, wandering down to your arm. Juts small, sweet kisses. His touch on your stomach was just so relaxing and being loved and being held by him just had a soothing effect on you.

Quietly he started humming the melody of your favorite song into your ear. Your eyes closed, you felt the ease pulling at your mind until it gave in and all the worries and thoughts vanished. You drifted off into the land of dreams. When Harrison noticed you were asleep after a while he pressed another sweet kiss on your temple before closing his eyes as well, finally getting some rest.

On October 11, Responding to Lewinsky’s courier- delivered letter asking to see him, the president called her at home around 2:30 A.M. Her feelings of rejection and his mounting impatience quickly erupted into a “huge screaming match” that went on for well over an hour. She later recalled his saying that night, “If I’d known what kind of person you are, I would have never gotten involved with you.”

-the Hunting of the President by Joe Conason & Gene Lyons 

Me while reading this: 

170823 Official_GNCD:
[#Golden_Child] 봉블리의 마인드 맵부터 봉재현, 그가 알고 싶다까지! 꽉 찼던 #재현 이의 골든 타임 V LIVE 잘 보셨나요?👼🏻 봉블리에서 여러분의 사랑을 받으면 봉피트로 진화하니까 앞으로도 봉블리에게 많은 사랑 주셔요!😉💕

Translation: [#Golden_Child] From BongVely’s Mind Map to Bong Jaehyun, I want to know about him! Did you watch #Jaehyun’s jam-packed V LIVE well?👼🏻 If everyone receives love from BongVely he will evolve into Bongpid, so from now on please love BongVely a lot!😉💕

Translation by: Admin M @ gncd11
Please take out with full credit

anonymous asked:

Trump has gone full neocon. I feel so betrayed. I finally thought America First was finally going to be how he ran things. Im guessing you love him now that he has gone and embraced Bush-Obama War Policy?

Oh so much stupid, I don’t quite know where to start. 

“I finally thought America First was finally going to be how he ran things.“ Well if that’s what you were looking for then you are, how can I say this nicely, A FUCKING IDIOT.  Isolationism is never good.  NEVER, and trying to actual rule from his assinine isolationist policies would only mean more American would die in the long run, let alone condemning millions of people around the world to suffering…if that was what you’re looking for then you are a terrible person.

“Trump has gone full neocon.”

  I realize the answer is, yes, but I still have to ask, are you mentally deficient? 

So you think Trump has suddenly grown a conscience and a brain and become a neocon.  I believe in miracles, I really do, but I think it’s probably far more likely that McMasters, Kelley, and Mattis sat him down and explained they would resign and make it clear to Congress and the public that he was too stupid to be allowed to serve a second longer, especially since this announcement only came out after was his pro-Nazi statements when he was clearly at his weakest and the generals had the most to push him with.  Which seems more likely?  The second one.  I’m going to bet he’s the shit for brains isolationist, they just have him in a corner for the moment…I have no doubt he’ll fuck up given a few days. 

“Im guessing you love him now“ And as with you an understanding of politics, foreign policy, and dare I speculate, everything, you would be wrong.  We will love Trump exactly never.  It’s not even a question that he should be impeached because he is in flagrant violation of the emolument’s clause.  It’s not a question he has never and will never hold the interests of America as his guiding star because the interests of America and those of the Nazis he so loves are antithetical.  To say his corrupt dealing in business should have landed him in jail decades ago is an understatement.  He will NEVER do anything for me to like as he is a vile excuse for a human, an embarrassment to this nation, and a criminal.  He deserves nothing but contempt and due process of law to give him the harshest punishment for his crimes.

Now for me to like this policy in Afghanistan, which I don’t think for a millisecond is what he wants, we would need to actually do neocon foreign policy which requires free trade (which he won’t do), actually working with our allies (which he won’t do) and actual nation building (which, intelligent people–obviously not you anon–already guessed it, he won’t do).  This will just be another half assed piece of idiocy.

“embraced Bush-Obama War Policy?” YOu’re actully so stupid you think those are the same thing, don’t you.  They’re not.  Bush thought you could go in take out the Taliban and democracy would magically spring up, which is hardly neocon nation building by any stretch of the imagination.     And Obama was actually much closer to Trump in wanting to be rid of the problem by ignoring it, but I think there too the generals bullied into at least half assed measures (thought there weren’t enough then and they won’t be enough now). 

Now kindly go away and never bother me or another actual human again, Trumpkin, humanity has never and will never have a use for your presence on this Earth.        

my-medic-tf2  asked:

How do you see medic tf2 in actions and emotions? Could you tell me about the medic's personality?

Medic in short version:


Smart man, who is mad. But who doesn’t? (Only Heavy seems in full possession of his faculties). Crazy doctor and it makes him funny and creepy at the same time, devil, sadist. He knows his job very well. 

What I can add else? I love this doctor. 

Gossip (Washington x Blue!Reader)

Prompts #70 How long have you been standing there? + #6 Oh my God, you’re in love with her!

It was no secret that Wash liked you. Everyone knew it, well, not you. And Tucker loved to tease and bother Wash about it. 

“So, hey Wash! Have you seen (Last Name) lately? Pretty hot, huh?” Tucker wiggled his eyebrows as he leaned on the kitchen counter.

Wash gazed at him, trying to act casual about the question. “What about her?”  

Tucker’s lips curved into a grin. “I think I’m going to ask her out.” Those words made his lips a thin line and his brow furrow. 

“Oh, I didn’t know you liked her.” Tucker teased. “That makes it funnier.”

Wash by now was growling, rage radiating from him. 

Tucker was grinning, occasionally watching over Wash’s shoulder to wink an eye at you as you stood in the door way.

After a few seconds of silence, Tucker’s grin widened as he realized something. 

“Oh my God, you’re in love with her!”

“Tucker,” Wash warned, sighing heavily. “Leave it already. She doesn’t like me anyway.”

Tucker shrugged, ready to walk out the room. “If you say so.” And with that, he left, flashing you a bright smile and a thumbs up. 

“You don’t know about it.” You said brightly, a small smile curving your lips, and you had to bite them to prevent a laugh from escaping you when he turned around so abruptly. 

“(Last name)! H-How long have you been standing there?!”

You thought the way his face reddened was way too cute for someone like him. 

“Long enough.” You smiled. “Tucker helped me.” 

His face looked like it was going to explode. “I’m going to kill him for that.”

A small giggle escaped you. “I like you too, Wash…a lot.”

Wash felt his heart beating faster and faster as you approached from the doorway to stood in front of him.

“Think we could make it work?” Wash asked shyly, like if you were going to run away from him at any second. 

“I think I might give it a chance.” So, you kissed his cheek, standing on the tip of your toes. 

anonymous asked:

It's nice to have some new writing for Rick around!! You're extremely talented on top of that! All of your stories are really unique and well written. You've got an awesome presence in your writing. Do you think you could do a rick x reader fic where rick doesn't come to terms w his feelings for the reader until he sees her with somebody and he tells her he wants her all to himself? (Kinda like Woman by Harry Styles vibes?)

You are so fucking sweet, oh my god this really means a lot to me! I’m so glad you love my writing! Thank you so much! I really try to have these well-writen, of course I only began to start writing seriously a month ago so I hope to improve! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy this piece!

I’m selfish, I know
But I don’t ever want to see you with him

Your laugh rang into Rick’s head as he saw how you leaned your head back with while softly grasping the musucular arm belonging to the man you were currently sitting next to. The bastard’s dark eyes soften and he broke out into huge smile as he opened his mouth to speak once more. He can see it from here, your eyes shining and gleaming underneath the bright pink lights illuminating flecks of colors onto your silk, tight red dress you wore that would ride up your thigh exposing your soft skin. You were in your own world with the charming individual currently having your undivided attention. Rick’s hands tightly gripped around the glass whiskey shot as he continued to stare at the intimate fondness you displayed over the dark-haired man, that man that should’ve been and could’ve been him. He was the only one you looked at like that, the only one who’s jokes could make you laugh like that, the only one who you loved. He was the only one, no one else. Rick’s eyes darted over to the golden alcoholic drink in his hand as he ignored the ache spreading throughout his heart. No matter how much he wanted to take you back right then and there. He couldn’t, he was the one that drove you to leave, he insulted you, ruined you and he still wanted you to stay with him, he never showed you the love he had for you, because he couldn’t. It would’ve made him seem weak, only now did he realize how important you were to be able to overlook that vulnerablity he felt. He took another drink from the burning liquid that made his throat throb.

I’m selfish, I know
I told you, but I know you never listen

All those fucking nights, these past month’s after distracting himself in a adrenaline-producing adventure filled with dangerous gunfire, illegal activity and Morty’s ear-piercing shrieking only to return outside your lavishing apartment directly outside your window shouting out your name, swears, and convincing yet empty promises. Morty sitting next to him wide awake begging to leave you alone to go home. Morty understood what was happening, he knew how Rick felt for you and how you felt about everything he has done. Morty still talks to you, that bond you and him both share never left, the bond of understanding Rick’s behavior and antics that always left the two of you speechless or clueless. He understood why you never chose to listen to Rick’s drunken yowling and loud beeping the ship made, it could’ve woken anyone. He understood why you didn’t want to go back to Rick, why you stopped believing Rick’s apologies and promises that he would change. After all, who could blame you?

I hope you can see the shape that I’m in
While he’s touching your skin

Rick opened his eyes once again from fully digesting the flaming burn from the shot he took. He immediately regretted opening his eyes when he saw the scene in front of him. Your forehead and his leaning forward with a small smile formed on your red-tinted lips. Your long lashes brushing against your pink cheeks as the man whispered whatever sweet words that caused you to form goosebumps on your skin. The man’s fit form embracing your small frame as his dark hair brushed against you. Rick’s stomach felt tight and a nauseous feeling overwhelmed him at the same time he felt himself boil with anger. That fucking asshole’s hands traced against your back as the two of you sat there together.

He’s right where I should, where I should be
But you’re making me bleed

He was the only one that should be making you feel that way. He was the only one to be able to touch you in such a lustful and loving manner, no one else but Rick could ever do that. He remembered how you shivered as Rick’s bony hands traced against the curve of your back and your smooth legs. How your voice would waver as you told him to “keep going”, and the way your hands gripped Rick’s shirt for support. Your half-lidded eyes coated with a hazy gaze as he stared back at you with an equal amount of desire. He was the only one to ever see you in such a state. Now, because of his selfish ways he can’t ever see you like that.

Tempted, you know
Apologies are never gonna fix this

How badly did he want to rip his arms off and to carry you away. How badly did he crave the feel of you underneath him, your voice speaking to him. How he longed for the opportunity to be near you, your sweet smell intoxicated him more than any brand of alcohol could ever blur his senses. He knew, you would never allow him, his sharp, harsh words impacted you and made you immune to his apologies. His smart-ass comments hurt you more than any other injury you have come across.

I’m empty, I know
Promises are broken like the stitches

Over and over again did his promises always came out of his mouth so easily, yet carrying out that promise was never something Rick did. Every tear, yell and insult to come his way would never truly reach his ear as he carried on to shout abuse on your “fragile and stupid” mind. He wish he could take it all back, it was just how Rick was, it wasn’t his fault.

This thing upon me, howls like a beast

He didn’t mean it, the regret Rick felt was always on his mind after you left in a violent rage after Rick humiliated and belittled you for the last time. The regret pierced his brain and self-concious as he seemed to carry on his life, showing to becompletely unimpacted by your choice to leave. You were an ‘’emotional pain in the ass” is what he would tell Morty and his family after noting your disappearance. He never mean’t what he said.

You flower, you feast

You got up your seat as you stood short in comparison to the tall, stunning man overshadowing your small figure to him. Rick watched as the man held his hand behind the small of your back as he payed the bartender for the drinks the two of you had in the company of eachother. Rick watched as you began to look around the Night-club. People tightly against one another in a sweaty and hysterical frenzy and defeaning music played creating an enviroment for the while crowd. You continued to look around, before your eyes met his. Your eyes flashed confusion as Rick froze, for a second the two of you stared at one another recognizing eachother’s eyes after years in the presence of one another. You were both interupted as the man spoke to you and you nodded your head at him. The man began to move into the wild crowd as you followed, not before looking back to find the eyes that you swore you knew before giving up. They were gone, you walked away. Walked away into the embrace of another man as Rick watched you leave the club, leave him. 

How pathetic he must be, how much of an idiot he is having such an emotion after years of telling himself how idiotic it is to feel “love”, he didn’t need it. Love wasn’t important nor did it give anyone any favors, it would destroy people and blind their better judgement. So why is he sitting there in the darkly-lit corner finishing the drink that kept him together all night as pitiful tears slipped past his sharp cheeks as he pulled his hair. He closed his eyes, maybe he could find you in another dimension where he hasn’t fucked up yet, but it wouldn’t work. Sure, it was you, but it wasn’t truly you. He continued to silently weep, as he got up and began to walk out the back entrance and back into the street on his way to the Smith’s house with tears still streaking down his blood-shot eyes. Just this time, will he allow himself to be like this.

How pathetic.

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I get some headcanons for the Paladins with an s/o who has curly hair? Like are they curious about their hair care routine, do they play with it a lot etc. Thanks! <3


  • Will be touching it all the time. Like from the day he met you his hands were in your hair.
  • He just finds it so lovely and bouncy and beautiful.
  • Whenever he’s bored he’ll have her sit down in front of him and he’ll play with it. Growing up with sisters, some of which with equally curly hair, he’ll know a few hairstyles that he likes to put your hair in.
  • Most of the time he puts it into two twin french braids going down your back.
  • You actually end up asking him to do your hair on multiple occasions because he does it so well. I mean, who else will put your hair into a flawless bun and make out with you afterwards?
  • Will ask about your hair routine because your hair is so beautiful??? Like how???


  • Is so fascinated by your hair because it’s so majestic to him, like it looks like a lion’s mane of gorgeous full curls.
  • He honestly always plays with your hair subconsciously while cuddling. It’s just so calming to him and the strands feel so soft on his hands.
  • Loves to twist the curls around his finger, letting them bounce back into place once he let them go.
  • Once he tried to braid your hair but it went terribly wrong. There ended up being a giant knot in your hair that wouldn’t come out for weeks.
  • Wouldn’t be too curious about your routine, but loves the smell of your deep conditioner and hair masks.


  • Was instantly captivated when she saw your hair. I mean, it’s so wild and curly but so perfect at the same time.
  • When she was younger she always wanted full curls like yours, and seeing you look like an absolute goddess with them wasn’t helping her childhood desires.
  • Would make fun of your bedhead with no remorse though.
  • She plays with it as a stress reliever. Combing her fingers through your curls and making small braids around your head always helped her relax, especially when she’s missing her longer hair.
  • She actually ends up letting you test out products on her hair, and develops a liking to hair masks. They just make her hair feel so smooth and nice!


  • He grew up around curly hair his entire life, his mother having curls even tighter than yours. That being said, he absolutely adores your hair.
  • It reminds him of home.
  • He’ll play with your hair when he’s feeling particularly homesick, or if you’re about to cook. He’s very strict about keeping your hair up when it comes to food, and he often puts it up himself.
  • Loves to see you in low pigtails too, like they’re so adorable (y/n) please stop you’re going to break this poor kid.
  • Knows the whole routine when it comes to caring for curly hair, and won’t hesitate to give you advice he knows from watching his mother.


  • Who is this goddess?
  • Like literally the first time he saw you he was completely entranced. Like your curls framed your face perfectly you looked like aphrodite in the flesh.
  • He often uses them to calm down after something triggers his PTSD. He’s often a shaking mess, but running his hands through your hair helps bring him back to reality.
  • That and your voice work as calming stimulants that assist him through an attack.
  • Has tried using your mousse once and was super confused when it didn’t hake his hair curly (Shiro hun no that’s not how it works)

(i.               …and then there were none)

You ask him why, and he smiles helplessly at his hands.

“Well,” he says, “we all know how it ends but it’s my job to pretend, isn’t it?”

(ii.              bloodlust)

He punches the other guy right in his charming-handsome-perfect face, hard enough that there is a crack and red, and you see in her face that this has won him no favors. But his hand trembles before it punches again and you see in his wretched face that this (helpless) has nothing to do with her.

(iii.             Expired honey)

You see them together at her kitchen table. His words and smile are still sweet, but she turns away with a pretty-plain frown and does not look again. The warm sunlight feels stale. You shut the pages to drag out this last moment before the end (we all know how it ends), for his sake.

(iv.             nebraska)

He looks right at you, with a pained smile. “I’m leaving,” he says, but the hand holding his pack trembles and you both know he cannot.

(v.              Love letter to the void)

Dearest, his letter begins, and the ink pools black and pure and his hand is true, but you watch the dark shadow of his face and you (helpless) cannot breathe. He does not smile.

(vi.             black magic)

When you close the book, you cry. You try to start at the beginning but this (every) time he never, never smiles.

He does not look at you.

anonymous asked:

fic request-- Bart/Jaime being super nervous and flustered to ask Bart/Jaime to go with him to the school dance? And when they show up to the dance it turns out one of them doesn't know how to dance and is super awkward about it? I don't know something cute and fluffy to cheer us both up :) I love your blog btw! I'm sorry that girl's really mean to you but we have your back!

hey, thanks honey!! <3 here, i hope you like this!!

accepting requests for fic and art!! or send me cute headcanons!!

“And… well, I was wondering if–”

“Yeah?” Sparkling green eyes, a cute, reckless smile. Jaime wonders if Bart Allen knows he looks like an angel, or if it really is just an impossibly miraculous accident. A little tilt of the sophomore’s head, a stray curl falling prettily out of place.

Jaime’s never really had a crush before.

“Well, you know the dance is next weekend?”


“And I know this might be kinda weird but if you wanted to, I was gonna ask…”


A flicker of a knowing sparkle in his green eyes. God.

“…If, um? Maybe you wanted to go with me?”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

for the love of all (un)holy things, stop tagging posts the full house of wincest and start writing fic, i beg of you

Dad’s finally home, and he’s drunk. Or–well, maybe more like halfway there. Dean doesn’t see him all the way wasted, hardly ever. Not anymore.

“C’mere,” Dad says. He’s slouched back on the little creaky loveseat shoved into the corner of the room, under the window. Sammy’s sound asleep on the farther bed, making those little snuffly sounds that count as snoring for him.

“Dean,” Dad says, and it’s no louder, it’s not even close to an order, but Dean stands right up anyway. He leaves the knife he’d been honing on the table and takes the half-dozen quiet steps and, when he’s close enough, Dad reaches out his free hand and reels him in, two fingers hooked into a belt loop, tugging, so that Dean climbs right onto the couch, settles his knees on either side of Dad’s hips and settles down easy. He sets his hands flat on Dad’s chest, and sighs. It’s been a while.

“You been good?” Dad says. He keeps his fingers hooked at Dean’s waist.

Dean rolls his eyes. “Yeah, of course,” he says, quiet. They’re always quiet, late at night like this. He settles his weight more comfortably into Dad’s lap. “Sammy’s all mad because the reading list for fifth grade here is the same as it was for fourth grade back in Poughkeepsie.”

“It’ll leave him more time for PT.” Dad tugs harder at Dean’s belt loop, just a little rough, and Dean sits up straighter. “Didn’t ask about Sam, kiddo.”

Dean looks down. Dad’s shirt is old, but soft, and he spreads his hands out on it, pretends like he’s looking at the faded USMC logo. “Got in a fight last week,” he says, finally. No sense in lying. Dad always sees right through it, anyway. “Kid was bein’ a jerk, messing with these girls.”

There’s a clink, Dad setting his glass on the side table, and then his palm’s on the side of Dean’s face, his thumb pulling at where Dean didn’t realize he’d been biting his lower lip. He closes his eyes and lets it go, and Dad’s thumb runs soft over where he’d dented it. His face gets turned, a little more toward the lamplight, and he knows Dad can see, now, where he’s got the last traces of the shiner fading down to yellow-green around his eye, the scrape on his jaw where he’d hit the ground hard before he came up and let Scott really have it.

“You win?” Dad says, after a minute, and Dean scoffs and opens his eyes, and finds that Dad’s smiling, just a little bit, just enough that Dean bets only he could really tell, and something in the bottom of his belly goes all pleased, squirming pleasantly.

“You win?” Dean says, because Dad was gone for over two weeks this time, and he doesn’t look bruised up or hurt at all, really, but. Dad nods, his eyes dark and still on Dean’s face, and that’s probably all Dean’s going to get, at least for now. He’ll have to see how Dad writes the hunt up, later.

Dad’s thumb traces over Dean’s cheek, rough familiar callus moving soft over his skin, and he finally unhooks his fingers from Dean’s belt, slides his hand big and warm and steady around to the small of Dean’s back and lets it rest there, heavy. Dean blinks at him, takes a deep breath. Dad smells a little bit like booze, ‘cause he always does when they’re like this, but also like smoke, and a little like sweat, and also just—like Dad. Dean doesn’t know how to describe it any better than that. Dad frowns, just for a minute, and for a second he looks like he’s going to say something, his expression going all distant and tight, and—Dean shuffles in closer, slides his hands up to Dad’s shoulders, and then he’s—he’s sitting right on top of where—and, yeah, the hand on his back hitches him even closer, and Dad’s eyelids flutter, and then he’s focused right back on Dean, right here in the motel room where he’s meant to be. Dean takes in a shaky breath and Dad’s thumb moves over his lip again, harder this time.

“Okay, kiddo?” Dad says, only he’s not really asking. Dean nods anyway, immediately, and licks his lips, and watches Dad’s eyes drop to them. Maybe—maybe tonight—and then Dad tugs him forward and Dean curls right down and then he’s being kissed, steady and good, Dad’s beard scratching pleasantly over his lips and chin and where his cheeks are still soft. He stretches out over the broad plane of Dad’s chest and Dad’s arm curls steadily around his waist, and he’s still awkward, doesn’t really know what to do with his tongue, but Dad doesn’t seem to mind. He doesn’t know if they’ll finally do anything, either, but maybe this is enough, anyway. Dad’s softer, like this, and it’s nice—the gentle warmth of their mouths, the whiskey taste of Dad. Dean likes it better from his mouth than he does from the bottle. Even better, when Dean pulls back for a second to breathe, the way Dad’s hand curls over the back of his neck and the way his face is soft, relaxed, and the way when his eyes open they immediately find Dean’s and Dean can tell he’s thinking of nothing but this, nothing but him, and Dean smiles, can’t help it, and leans down to keep Dad’s attention right here.

I fucking love Sean Chiplock

No seriously. He is amazing. I can’t even express how much I admire him and it’s usually easy for me to put these kinds of things into words.

I’m guessing this will be one of those “I need to get this off my chest so expect a long as heck text, thank you” kind of posts. I do not even know yet, I’ll just write and see how it goes. Writing is fun, yo.

Okay so. Sonicmega. Cool dude. Would recommend checking out.

I found him through his “Papyrus Makes a Mixtape” audio in 2015. Shit, I already have a writer’s block. Please brain, work with me. It’s an absolutely hilarious and great lyrical adaption of Bonetrousle, Papyrus’ Theme from Undertale. He wrote the lyrics and voiced both Papyrus and Sans. “Papyrus Makes a Mixtape” was one of the first fanworks of Undertale I ever came across so whenever someone mentions it, I get instant flashbacks to the first days of Undertale. It was one of those songs my sister and I sang the good old days. (And boy, were we into it. We’d even make the facial expressions. Just imagine us listening to it in our car’s speaker and screaming. It’s an accurate image.)

I followed him on tumblr so, occasionally, I’d see his posts but that was it. Basically all I knew about sonicmega. He stuck to me as the voice of Papyrus and Sans in “Papyrus Makes a Mixtape” and “What’s Boning On”, another great masterpiece, if I say so myself.

And then, I happened to purchase a Nintendo Switch in late March of 2017. Money well spent, woop woop! Starting Breath of the Wild was a whole new chapter to me. I had never gone near a Zelda game before that. Breath of the Wild is what got me into the Zelda franchise in general. I don’t know why I had not gotten into Zelda before, being a huge Nintendo fan. Nevertheless, I did and I’m so happy.

Breath of the Wild also got me to realise that I’m a fucking furry ohmygod. I was absolutely not prepared when I walked into Rito Village. I started doing the Main Quest to find Teba. In order to find him, you need to find his wife in the village and for some reason I spent 20 minutes trying to find Saki, aNYWAY. Suddenly Link started doing the “Oh shit, I remember something!” stuff while looking at the village’s landing and that’s how it all started, basically.

I think it was evening. I was lazing out on my couch and watching a freaking gorgeous bird landing in front of Link.

‘Impressive, I know.’

It was at that moment I knew.
Revali was a huge jerk.

But there was something so soothing and charming about his voice and his attitude. I honestly got upset when the cutscene was over. My heart needed more, okay.

So like, I still had that ‘I don’t know what just happened and what the heck that bird was talking about but for some reason I love him’ kind of feeling while making my way to the Flight Range.

And guys, guys, guys.

Teba spoke.

HIS VOICE I CAN’T EVEN- It’s funny because Revali is all I want in my life right now. I’d sacrifice anything for him to be real, it’s crazy. But back then, I was all about Teba. I decided to go to sleep and continue the quest the next day because it was late but I remember fangirling about it all night to my sister, who had not played Breath of the Wild yet. ‘Dude, listen. Today I went to this very cool bird town thing. The setting is all I ever wanted in a village, the soundtrack is my funeral music and there’s this really freaking cool bird warrior with this absolute amazing voice, I want him to sing me goodnight every night, you don’t understand!’

That’s not all of it, however. The first Divine Beast quest I ever started doing was in Gerudo Town, for the Divine Beast Vah Naboris. The thing is, I could not beat Thunderblight Ganon. So I left and headed somewhere else. That somewhere else was Rito Village. I was absolutely terrified to go to Vah Medoh because I was expecting Thunderblight Ganon to come out of no where. I don’t know, I was imagining it to come out and say ‘You thought I forgot about you? Now DIE!’

I’m flying with Teba in the sky, with lasers shooting at us, this epic music that just spoke ‘You can’t fail, bro.’ and the whole scene is so perfect. And when it was time to land on Medoh and Teba got hurt, I screamed‘Listen, Teba, my man, we can talk about this? You can like, wait in the corner. Don’t be like Riju, stay with me man.’

And so, Teba leaves. Link does his Sheikah Slate magic and I hear this voice that I can’t shake the feeling I’ve heard before.

‘Well now, I’ve seen this face before…’

‘… Do I know you from somewhere?’

As I mentioned before, I had not beaten Thunderblight Ganon at that point. I did not know who the voice speaking to me inside Vah Naboris was. I thought of Urbosa as “That spy girl who reminds me of Wyldstyle from the LEGO Movie”. I had no idea that the people speaking to you in the Divine Beasts were seen in flashbacks.

To me, Revali was “sir sassy beast, who is probably a black haired tall Hylian dude”. Beating Windblight Ganon with him cheering me was something I needed, if that makes sense. The way ‘I can’t believe I’m actually saying this… But you must avenge me, Link!’ was performed gave me the chills. It meant so much knowing that someone had finally faith in me while I fought that thing.

‘Well I’ll be plucked… You defeated him, eh?’

He lands in the exact same way he had in his cutscene. ‘WAIT HOLD ON, IT WAS JERKISH RITO ALL ALONG!?’ I literally died at that moment. I don’t know how to explain my excitement other than saying I died. Which is not a bad thing considering Revali is a spirit and if I become one I’ll be able to be with him, right, right, right

After Revali gave me his gale and I started realising what the heckling heck was happening, I was in tears. It was the first time I cried in the game. I sound dramatic but it’s true. I felt this ‘Oh god. Husband birb gave me his power. I must not fail him. Wait what, husband? Where did this come from?’. The music. THE MUSIC. ICANSPEAKABOUTHISTHEMEFORHOURSANDHOURSAND-

Technical Difficulties. Please stand by…

The quest in Rito Village is by far my favourite. I loved the characters, the sceneries, the scenario and the overall atmosphere. ‘Love’ is a perfect way to describe my feelings towards this place. I always feel so welcome there.

Then there’s this… Not so welcome place. Not welcome at the outside, at least. Going through the lost woods, feeling lost, alone, scared, only to be greeted in a forest decorated in green by some tiny creatures and… A tree. I looked at it and thought ‘Is this my father? Why do I feel so safe around him? Why is he so perfect for a tree?’

A month and a half later, I believe, I finished Breath of the Wild. I decided to see what the fanbase was about. By freaking instict I type “Revali” in tumblr’s search bar. I had found my home. Literally.

I don’t remember how exactly this happened but I started listening to some audios popping up. ‘Oh man, sonicmega has such a good Ravioli voice!’ I was so happy to see that a creator I was already familiar with had produced something related to my new obsession.

Oh little did I know.

Realising he was the official voice for Revali, Teba and Deku tree made me throw my phone down and scream. I could not process it all. I was so feeling so ??? but so !!! at the same time, it was weird.

As I said, I had never really gotten to know Sean as a person and view his overall work. Currently, I have notifications to his tumblr turned on for his tumblr and I’m afraid I freak him out whenever I like posts three seconds after they are posted, oops. And I may or may not have downloaded all of the Revali and Teba voicelines he was making at some point. I’m not crazy, I’m just filling up my fangirl needs.

Sean is so talented? He can do a huge variety of voices and he has such potential. Listening to his performance in literally everything is such a pleasure. I have never been unsatisfied with his work. 

But honestly? What’s being talented if you are not “a person”? To me, being a good person is what matters the most. While yes, being talented is an amazing trait, being good, generous and kind is way more important.

This is why I like and admire Sean so much. Because not only he has gifted us with his voice acting skills but with being real as well. For connecting with his fanbase. For showing us what it’s like - not to voice a character - but to be a person voicing a character.

It’s important to remember that behind all the content we see, there is a person. A living, breathing person. Nowdays, I think it’s very rare to find someone who is so genuine and passionate about not only their work but their fans as well. Someone who treats their fanbase as allies and does not see themselves superior of them all.

Yesterday, a video by @ojedi popped up at my YouTube feed. She was explaining what had happened in her stream of fighting Calamity Ganon in Breath of the Wild. Basically, Sean was there, watching her beat it. He even recorded an audio in his Revali voice, congratulating her for defeating Ganon and also paid for her E3 ticket. I rushed over to watch the ending of the stream. I was smiling like an idiot throughout the whole thing. And even cried but details. I could feel Haley’s happiness. I just discovered her channel but I am so godamn happy for her. The fact that Sean took the time to do all of this, it warms my heart. Not everyone does this. The kindess this person spreads is something I admire so much.

My dad found an old mp3 somewhere and gave it to me. I already have an mp3 so I decided to use that one to listen to podcasts before going to sleep. The first podcast I listened to, a few days ago, was “ZI Podcast Ep. 055 - Talking with Sean Chiplock”. I am planning on listening to some more I have found.

To begin with, listening to podcasts before sleeping is a great experience and I recommend it a lot. It helps you relax and concentrate, making you both listen to something you enjoy and falling asleep easier. I quite enjoyed the podcast. No, wait. I loved it. As I mentioned more than once already, to me, being real, being a person is more important than talent. Listening to how Sean got into voice acting and how he managed to achieve his dreams is a truly beautiful story and very inspirational.

Sean Chiplock is my role model. I want to be like him when I grow up. I want to be able to interact with my fanbase and give as much as I can. I want to be there, I want to be real.

I don’t know what else to say other than thank you @sonicmega. Thank you for being such a wonderful person. For inspiring us to do things and for making us see some situations in ways we had not thought of. I hope you know you are a huge source of inspiration to so many people and that we’ll continue to support you until the end and even more than that.

Personally, I was going through a very strange stage of my life. As if a new chapter was opened in which you were big help and inspiration in. Thank you for everything you have done. This summer, I learned so many things about voice acting. I also saw how someone can choose how they act towards anyone else, regardless of how well known they are. You interacting with your fanbase, for example. Treating fans as people and not something else. (I already believed this kind of interaction was possible. But seeing it in action is something absolutely fascinating for me.) All those mean a lot. They mean more than I can say.

Thank you, Sean. For everything.

random-fandom-stalker  asked:

This is another odd pair but still a pair none-the-less and quite a cute one at that Rund and whirl entering in for the couples ask meme.

(Love these boys <3)

Who said “I love you” first:  Whirl, mostly as an offhanded line that he let slip accidentally.  (”Whirl, really!  I can handle myself!  Rodimus is coming with me, and you don’t seem to be giving him any grief for it!”  “Well, I’m not in love with Rodimus, am I?”  “What?”  “Wut.  O__O”)

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background:  Whirl, not that he’d ever tell Rung that or anything…

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror:  Whirl, usually smiley faces or crude drawings depending on his mood.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts:  Whirl, though he pretends like he got it as a joke.  Rung knows better and cherishes every one.

Who initiated the first kiss:  Rung.  Whirl nearly went into stasis lock afterwards.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning:  Rung, for obvious reasons.

Who starts tickle fights:  Whirl tries occasionally, but Rung’s never in the mood and those big ol’ claws of his tend to do a lot of damage, so he hardly ever does. 

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower:  Whirl, mostly thinking that it will make Rung flustered (only to become flustered himself when Rung accepts and turns on the charm.)

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch:  Both.  Rung was very surprised the first time Whirl did it, but soon found out that Whirl can actually be quite thoughtful when he wants to be.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date:  Whirl, though it came across more as frustration than anything else (mostly at himself for being so damn awkward) luckily Rung is the most patient and kind mech in the known universe.

Who kills/takes out the spiders:  Whirl is always more than happy to kill the spider, worryingly so.  Rung usually quietly puts them outside without saying anything, for fear of causing a rampage. 

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk:  Whirl, but it’s more quiet and contemplative, maybe even a little bit sad.  That’s if he’s had more than his usual few.  Regular, buzzed Whirl is a “sun’s out, gun’s out” kind of guy.