i walked in and it was right there like shit

Well Steven, i don’t remember magical lions to have the ability to talk but, yeah.

Holy shit, Lion can walk on water? What the fuck?

Something clicked in when Steven joked about “not being trained”, what the fuck is going on? And where is Lion even going?

Okay, that is one wonderful piece of animation, props to whoever did those scenes. The music is so fucking beautiful as well.

…is that a portal? What the fuck is going on with Lion right now?

That reminds me of the warp stream, that’s probably some kind of a teleport, but i doubt he’s going to the movies.

Something’s up with that cat, seems like Lion has lots more abilities than i thought.

Oh my god this is a callback to Bubble Buddies holy shit.


Of Love

“I hate hanging around depressed people,” Den said to himself in the mirror. “It’s just so… depressing.” He stared. “Well, I suppose they’re not too happy about it either.” He chuckled. Sighed. Then frowned.

“Are you talking to yourself in there?” His boyfriend’s voice peaked out of the bathroom.

“I like the company, okay,” Den shouted playfully.

“But I’m right here!” Adom’s smile was always apparent to Den, like it transmitted Xanax through the airwaves, it wrapped him in blankets, and tucked him in.

“No, you’re in the bathroom trimming your fucking nipple-hair, and you’re a shit conversationalist anyway!”

“Oh, well sorry I don’t talk pretty like you do—besides, we both know you’re only with me for my nubile nubian nipples,” as Adom said this he walked out of the bathroom, bit his lip and pinched his nipple sarcastically.

“That’s not fair,” Den said through wide smiling eyes, “you also make fantastic mixed drink, and that’s enough to keep a gal around,” he finished with a matter-of-fact nod.

Adom nodded in agreement and added,” the secret to the best mixed drink is to not mix anything, it keeps you too drunk to leave.” As Adom finished, his phone buzzed, he looked at it, put it away, then looked at Den.

There was silence for a moment, then as Adom’s focus started to shift from Den to void—

“Hey,” Den said softly. The sound, gently intimate, allowed the lingered tear to fall from Adom’s heavy lashes; breath staggers, sobs—
“Hey,” Den said again, still gentle, but stronger; instantly the gap between them was only filled with outstretched arms.

With an embrace, everything faded; the most powerful thing in the world.
No death, or pain. No suffering. Just Nothing.
The most beautiful thing you can do for someone, is give them Nothing.

anonymous asked:

the walking dead games are an exercise in futility at this point. Here goes. Initial hook, boring introductions, room where everyone else stands against a wall and you have to interact, a bug, checking to see what happens if you don't mash X when they want you to, story hallways, I had to look up "exercise in futility" just to see if I was using it right and I am, character you like dies near the end

I find them really useful. They are really bad and it makes them good examples of how to avoid shit traps in storytelling or maintaining a human’s interest in a thing.

Can’t Stay Best Friends || Jughead J.

31. “Why do you keep pushing me away?”

Requested by anon

I was determined. Determined to find out why Jughead had ignored me all summer after Jason’s disappearance. And I wasn’t just that, he’d still ignored me when we got back from summer break, and it was already the second week of school.

I was pissed and determined as I did a speed walk down the hallway, and people got that I was angry and ready to fight, they cleared a path as I made my dissent to Jughead’s locker.

Him and his locker finally came in my line of sight, and it seemed like my legs couldn’t move fast enough without breaking into a sprint. I stopped behind his locker door, burning imaginary holes through it, and crossed my arms over my chest. Jughead closed his locker door, as the door gave away my position, he seen me and jumped.

Shit Y/N.”

“Shit is right, and you’re deep in it.” I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, fear clearly in his features at the sight of my rage.

“Look -”

“Why did you ignore me the rest of the summer and you still are.” I asked, taking a step closer to him. He was having an internal debate with himself whether or he should tell me. “You better tell me what the fuck it is.”

He sighed, grabbed my arm, and pulled me into an empty room, closing the door behind him.

“Why Jughead.”

“Because I’ve been writing a book about Jason’s disappearance and death.” He admitted.

“You’ve ignored me over a book?” He looked me in the eyes.

“Yeah,” He didn’t seem too sure about his confession, but I sighed in defeat wanting my best friend. “I’m really sorry Y/N, it was a dick move.”

“Damn right, but I forgive you, I guess.” A huge grin spread across his face. “But you better not do this to me again.” I threatened, pointing a finger at him.

“Okay, okay. What do you say to Pop’s after school?” He asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Alright, but we need to get to class, we’re late.”

“When did you start caring about if you made it to class on time?” He asked as we left the room, out into the empty hallway.

“After my ass got chewed out by my mother when she seen the amount of tardies I had.” He laughed.

“Yeah, your mom can get pretty scary when she’s pissed.”

“Yeah, I guess it runs in the family.” I smirk, remembering his reaction to when I showed up.

“I guess so.”


“Okay, so this book you’re writing about this summer, what’s it like?” I asked as he typed away.

“What do you mean?” He stopped typing, and looked up at me after his laptop.

“I mean, is it fiction, non fiction, what genre is it?” I swirled my tea around with my straw as I asked.

“It’s non-fiction, more like a journal give or take.” He said, then continued typing.

“Oh,” I let go of the straw, laying my arms down on top of each other on the table, watching Jughead type. As he typed, worry etched his features, I lay my hand down lightly on one of his, stopping him from typing. He pulled his hand out of my reach. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” He then went back to typing away.

“What’s wrong with you? Why do you keep pushing me away? Did something bad happen over the summer, besides Jason?” I asked, my voice raising in pitch, show how upset I was.

He let out a sigh and shut his laptop, looking me straight in the eyes. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Bullshit, I can see the bags under your eyes, and your closed off, more than you usually are.” He sighed looking away from me. “I want to help Jug, please let me help.” I laid my hand on his arm, trying to get his full attention on me. He looked down at my hand, a longing look in his eyes.

“I know that it hurt you when I stopped talking to you, but it hurt me too. It hurt me because I knew I was hurting you.” I stayed quiet, letting him explain himself, even though I wanted to blow up on him. “I spent the summer trying to get rid of these feelings I had, and I thought that pushing you away would get rid of them.” He looked up at me.

“What do you me-” He cut me off.

“I like you, Y/N.” He rushed out, then grabbed my hand that was on his arm. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and knew you don’t like me back, that’s why I’ve been pushing you away. I’ve been trying to get rid of those feelings, but none of it is working.” Before he can say anything more, I get up, leaning over the table, and kissed him on the cheek.

He was speechless as I flopped back down into the booth, his mouth opened and closed, trying to form words. “I like you too. I’ve actually known you liked me, I was just waiting for you to say something.” I said, smiling as a blush rose to his face. “Now, why don’t you order me a milkshake?” He laughed, as if he couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Okay,” He called over a waitress and ordered my favorite milkshake and ordered himself a burger.

I’m finally got my best friend back and got him to admit his feelings for me, I was possibly the happiest person in the world at that moment.

Masterlist || Prompt List

Things My Friend Said Playing Video Games

“What are you doing? Get the fuck up! It’s not nap time!”
“Someone is shooting at me.”
“Whelp, my girlfriend killed you.”
“Congratulations, you fucked up.”
“Oh my god, there are so many things.”
“Did I not just do that?”
“What is happening?”
“Sure, take me. Let’s go.”
“My girlfriend is doing all the work!”
“You’re almost as confused as I am.”
“I just like ran right into this raider camp. It’s fine.”
“Random rocks and shit, just hanging out.”
“Great. I got a rock.”
“Let me just throw my ass just down this hole.”
“I love that I’m getting on shit that works on my equipment from the Milky Way, out of these ancient tomb things that the people in this galaxy don’t even know about.”
“Do you have to jump over that? You could walk just two inches!”
“Guys, bridges are supposed to BRIDGE THINGS.”
“I think your bridge is broken.”
“I kinda really want to jump down there. I know I’ll die. But I want to.”
“The music is going spastic, there’s shit flying in my face, there’s giant turnips in the sky… what the fuck is happening?”
“I don’t even know what’s going on.”
“Hold still! I want to shoot you!”
“Let me live my life.”
“My eyes are on fire.”
“This water looks like pudding!”
“They look like dumb little octopi.”
“Now it’s time to die.”
“I’m gonna punch your ass even though you fly, c'mere!”
“Let’s go, guys! So I don’t die – where the fuck are all of you!?”
“Well, it’s DEAD NOW.”
“What? What, what, what? I don’t see anything! What do you want? WHAT?!”
“I wanna get my MAD LOOT first.”
“These robots have the juiciest thighs.”
“I don’t know what the fuck you want from me, but if you think I believe this shit for one minute–”
“Fucking – just die, I’m done with your plot!”
“Knife to the eyeball!”
“Are you dead now? What happened?”
“That’s fucking, like, beautifully stupid.”
“You have a little dialogue tree I can shimmy my butt up?”
“Oh, get out you dirty whore.”

Sammy The Great

Originally posted by cheerfulsammy

*This is my first time writing fanfiction so please be nice! Feedback would be most appreciated !*

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean

Author: @oppsiwrotemorefanfic

Summary:  You found out from Dean that Sam used to be into magic, so you beg him to do a trick for you.

Word Count: 717

Setting: The Bunker (The Library)

Warnings: some cursing, (new writer alert)

“Oh please, Sammy! Just one trick,” you begged. 

“Y/N, no I’m not gonna do it,” Sam sighed as he shot Dean a dirty look. “I can’t believe you told her!”

Keep reading

  • Tsukishima: [referring to Yamaguchi] So, do you think he’s the right one for me?
  • Sugawara: Mhm? I mean, yeah. He’s like a happy lil strawberry shortcake, and you’re a walking pack of salt. He's all fun and cute while you're none at all. You… complete each other.
  • Tsukishima:
  • Tsukishima: Why did I even come to you in the first place
Things I Noticed at the Cemetery Today
  • A sort of fluttery feeling in my stomach
  • Instant pressure around my temples and forehead
  • Sense of calm
  • A black butterfly
  • Pulls towards certain graves
  • A really strong ‘No’ from a cluster of graves when I was asking permission to collect graveyard dirt from their site. It wasn’t a “Go Away” sort of no, more like a “Not Now”. So I chose a different spot a few yards away, and I shit you not, less than 5 minutes later a car drives by and parks right in front of the site I was observing and stays there for a good 5 minutes.
  • Tons of yellow Black-Eyed Susan’s
  • This really pretty grave that looked like a tree
  • A really happy feeling when I invited the spirits to walk with me through the grounds.
  • Sense of surprise after leaving offerings at old and forgotten graves.

Reminder that apparently Alec was the only Shadowhunter brought up with some fucking manners, because he’s the ONLY one who knocks and waits for Magnus to open the door before going inside…! I seriously need a scene where Magnus complains about it. Like Raphael is over at his place and they’re talking and all of a sudden Clary just waltzes right in and Raph is just sitting there with his mouth agape as Magnus rolls his eyes and gets up:
“Yes, Biscuit? What do you need?”
And Clary looks at Raphael with a frown and then back to Magnus before asking:
“What is he doing here!?” And Raphael has just had it with this shit. Enough is enough, so he pins her with a glare and states not-so-very calmly:
“Me? I’m visiting my friend. You are the one interrupting a very important conversation without even having the DECENCY to knock before just walking in like you own the place. Were you raised in a barn!?”
Clary just stares at him like he’s lost his mind and Magnus puts a hand on his arm to calm him down, silently telling him it’s not that big of a deal.
“What’s your deal!?” Clary eventually recovers and Magnus heaves this long-suffering sigh before breaking it down for her.
“My dear, he’s got a point. The door is there for a reason, next time knock. Now, what did you come here for anyway?”
“I… I wanted to ask if you knew why Simon can suddenly walk in the sun. Alec told me not to come, but I need to know if it’s permanent or if something bad will happen because of it” she explains and Magnus can’t help but smile at the mention of Alec wanting her to leave him alone. It’s Raphael who answers her though, with a roll of his eyes he gets up from the couch.
“Yes, it’s permanent. No, he’s not going to die and next time, listen to the only shadowhunter with some manners and don’t use my friend like he’s you own personal warlock on call. Now get out” he says and practically pushes her out of the loft before turning back to a snickering Magnus.
“Dios, are they always like this?” He asks, pointing towards the now closed door. Magnus just nods and gestures for him to sit back down.
“Oh yeah, don’t even get me started. This one time Alec and I got back from a date and were in the middle of talking about where our relationship was going and I was just about to bring him down for a second kiss when the freaking door slams open and there’s his parabatai with a bag, asking if I had a spare room. And then there was this other time…”

They sit like that for hours, Magnus complaining about these shadowhunters who seem to think they can just come and go as they please, and eventually even Raphael has had enough and so while Magnus speaks, he messages Alec and tells him to have a talk with his siblings and their friends about freaking MANNERS before asking him to please come over so he can go back to the Hotel Dumort before sunrise.

So my friend Erica (fuck you Erica I hate you) tells me to watch some movie on YouTube called “the strange thing about the Johnsons”. At first I didn’t want to watch it but she was like “it’s 30 minutes just fucking watch it”, and I was like “alright damn”.

I knew I shouldn’t have watched it because Erica is always watching some weird shit, bitch could never watch a regular movie like everybody else. So anywho the movie starts off weird.

The dad walks in on the son beating his meat and have the most awkward conversation known to man, and then it’s revealed WHO the son is beating his meat too and right then and their I should have stopped. Because everything just tumbles downhill after that, the weirdest movie with black people I have ever seen in ma life.

Nigga talking bout “time for din din”, you who calls dinner “din din A RAPIST THAT’S WHO. And the mom just gon act like her son ain’t violating her husband like a prisoner in an empty shower stall, because she wanna watch Scandal. Like I can’t. I’m simply canting right now

I don’t want to say too much but if you love God..don’t watch this movie…don’t do it to yourself. BUT if you want to see some weird shit watch it.

Ps. I’m currently waiting for Erica to respond to my text message so that we can fight.

Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night, startled by something. Might be his dreams, might not. He didn’t remember enough of them to tell.

What he remembered of them usually went like this:

He woke up alone. Statics filled the air. The streets buzzed. The punches never came, and he just walked the streets until he was on the ground, in front of an alleyway. The dusty lamppost stood between him and the entrance. The light flickered the way usual household light bulbs did, but slower.

Then he woke up, alone, the newest podcast playing on loop in his ears. The light was always off.

It really wasn’t much to go by.

even more bc it has to run its course 

weakforyoongi  asked:

can I just say something.... I went to the concert last night right. I walked in yoongi biased and I walked out confused because OF JUNG MOTHERFUCKING HOSEOK. WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS. COMING IN NY. FUCKING MAKE SHIT HARD FOR ME. FUCKING UP MY BIAS LIST LIKE PLEASE GET THIS MAN OUTTA AMERICA HES WILDIN

goddd I am not surprised at all judging from the fancams, tbh. In Korea it’s all “😇 ~hobi hobiii~ 😇” and once he gets to America it’s “call me Jay 😎” I am distraught

Jupiter Jones was due to get her eggs harvested right before all the plot shit happens in Jupiter Ascending, (and by “right before” I mean “was on the damn operating table”) and I don’t know much about egg harvesting, but I do know you have to take fertility drugs and shit for like a month prior, you don’t just walk into the clinic and say “Take my eggs, doc.”

All of which is to say that Jupiter is probably a frothing cocktail of hormones throughout the movie and I’m surprised she didn’t crack Balem in half over her knee.

real talk though in a Fae AU who would be the fairy and who would be the human?

Cause honestly i can see Credence having a strange fascination with humans and Graves is kind of a skeptic, one of those ‘i don’t believe in fairies’ types

He goes to some country village for a vacation and all the locals are superstitious af and they warn him to watch for fairy rings when he walks through the woods. Graves is kinda like ‘yeah, sure, I’ll do that’

Graves does eventually wind up in the woods and he ends up walking right into a fairy ring naturally.

Credence comes out looking like he does and Graves definitely believes someone that pretty isn’t human. Then he realizes that means the locals were right after all and his ‘oh, shit’ moment must show on his face cause Credence just kinda smiles and promises that he’s not here to hurt him.

So they get to talking a little bit, Graves telling Credence that the villagers all warned him about how dangerous fairies are.

Credence looks a little upset at that and when Graves presses he finds out that Credence is actually pretty lonely. Because of all the superstitions about his kind, humans try and avoid Credence even though he really doesn’t mean them any harm.

“So does that mean… I’m not really trapped in this thing?” Graves asks, glancing around at the toadstools.

Credence spreads his arms. “No. You’re free to go.”

Graves tries stepping over the toadstools and, sure enough, he isn’t stopped by anything.

Credence starts to fade back into the forest, but Graves stops him before he can leave completely.

“What do you want with humans, anyways?”

Credence glances back at him, shrugging. “Nothing, really. I’m just curious.”

Graves hesitates a bit, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I… guess I could stay for a bit. If you have any questions.”

Credence’s face lights up and he practically floats over to Graves, eyes shining. “I have so many.”

So they strike up this sort of unusual friendship with Graves heading into the woods every couple of days to see Credence while all the villagers sort of scratch their heads and wonder why he’s so eager to die. 

and then you could probs throw something in there about Credence being a fairy prince or something, and his mother Mary Lou disapproves of humans and finds out about him sneaking off all the time to see Graves, like there are ways you could go with that


I can also see fairy King Graves, stern and determined to keep his people from harm by keeping them away from humans.

He knows what they’re like, they’ll probably want to cut them open, see what makes them tick, or at the very least try and steal fairy magic for their own.

So he sets up fairy rings and slowly they gain a reputation amongst humans for being dangerous things. ‘Go near the fairy rings and wind up dead.’

Credence doesn’t mean to stumble into one, but it’s dark in the woods and he’s not watching where he’s going, just desperate to get away from the oppressive church and the mother who’s not his mother.

Once he realizes what he’s done he’s scared, of course, but there’s also a small spark of relief. No more Mary Lou, no more scars, no more overwhelming guilt for being what he is…

Graves appears to find Credence sitting in the middle of the ring, arms wrapped around his legs, chin propped on his knees, looking amazingly calm for someone who’s supposedly about to die.

“Do you know what happens to people who step inside my rings?” Graves mutters darkly, thinking it’s possible that the young man is just incredibly ignorant.

But all Credence says is a quiet, “Yes.”

Graves has to admit, he’s a bit taken aback by the subdued response. “Then why aren’t you screaming? Or trying to escape?”

Credence just shrugs.

Slightly intrigued, Graves holds off on killing him. Instead, he decides to let Credence (who really does look quite pathetic) go with a warning to never mention the incident to anyone unless he wants Graves to come back and finish the job.

Credence agrees and sets back off to the village.

Graves watches him the next few days, determined to make sure that the boy isn’t going to tell anyone. But Credence is true to his word and keeps his mouth shut about fairies and their rings.

Unbeknownst to Credence, of course, Graves also sees who and what he lives with. Graves never has understood how humans could treat one of their own that way.

And one night he just kind of decides he’s had enough of sitting back and watching this happen, so he appears to Credence, tells him he knows what Mary Lou has been doing, and all Credence has to do is get Mary Lou out to a fairy ring, Graves will take care of the rest.

A few nights later Credence runs off again, making sure not to pull too far ahead this time so Mary Lou continues to follow him. He knows his way around better than she does, and so he skirts right around the fairy ring but she steps directly into it.

As soon as she realizes what Credence has done she starts screaming at him, warning him what she’ll do to him as soon as she gets out of this. But she never gets the chance to follow through on any of her threats.

Graves materializes out of nowhere, staring at Mary Lou with blank hatred in his eyes. “Go back to the village, Credence,” he says flatly.

Credence obeys. He never sees Mary Lou again.


Date Night

Summary: The date Ian and Mickey were supposed to go on at the end of 5x10.

Word Count: 1320

Notes: I accidentally deleted this request from my inbox like right when I was about to respond to it, but luckily I saw it on time. Here it is!

“You got trashed off of one fucking beer, bitch!” Mickey shouted at his boyfriend with a big smile plastered across his face.

Ian giggled. “Yeah, I know. Finally something good about this fucking disease!” It was the first time anything good came from his bipolar disorder. He started to walk towards Mickey. “Holy shit, I just realized something.”

“What’s up?” Mickey still had a smile across his face.

Ian’s eyes widen. “We’ve never actually been on a real date.”

“Bullshit,” Mickey says in disbelief.

“No, I’m serious. Like, like a date where you sit down, and you go to a nice restaurant, and you put on a nice shirt and you– like– eat with utensils.”

Mickey raises his eyebrows. He can’t really imagine going on an actual date. “You want to do that?”

“Yeah,” Ian shrugs. “Why not?”

“Like at Sizzler’s?”

Ian raises his arms triumphantly. “Sure!”

“You mean now?” Mickey laughs.

“Now,” Ian insists. “Before I sober up and get all fucking weird again.” He goes to put his arm around his boyfriend. “C’mon.”

Mickey shakes his head with a grin. “Alright. Can I borrow a fucking shirt then please?” He looks down and sees his bloody clothes. He’d look fine if he and Ian hadn’t gotten in a fight earlier, but now he needs to change.

“Yes, you can borrow a shirt,” Ian laughs and leads his boyfriend into the house.

They each have an arm wrapped around the other’s back as the continue singing, “cause love is a battlefield!” As they change the song continues, and Mickey cannot help but giggle at his boyfriend because this is the first time he’s seen him happy since his diagnosis.

As soon as Ian is finished changing and cleaning off he wounds, he turns and cockily presents himself to Mickey. “How do I look?”

Mickey eyes him from head to toe. “Like you’re goin’ on a date,” he said. When Ian gave him a look that told him he wanted more, he caved. “You look fuckin’ good.”

Ian winks at his boyfriend as he takes his messy shirt off so he can put another on. When he was changed Ian opened his eyes like he was starstruck. “Jesus fuck, you are so fucking hot when you’re dressed up.”

Mickey bashfully chuckles. Ian has always been over complementary when he’s drunk, so he should be used to it by now, but he’s not. After all these years Ian still makes Mickey feel so special.

“Like so fucking hot,” Ian said seductively and approach his shorter boyfriend. When he got close enough, he start placing lustful kisses on Mickey’s jawbone.

Mickey forced himself not to fall into it. “Hey, hey,” Mickey grabbed his face. “You can fuck me after, but right now I’m taking you on a date.”

Ian nods and straightens himself up. “Right. Let’s go,” he smiles and head out of the room.

As they walk down the stairs they put their arm around each other and begin singing once again. To their surprise the whole Gallagher family is sitting in the living room looking at them with wide and confused eyes. Mickey figured they looked shocked because this was the first time in weeks that Ian was laughing rather than moping. “What are you guys doing?” Fiona asked.

“We’re going on a date!” Ian said before dragging his boyfriend to the door. They completely ignored whatever the rest of the family had to say and made their way out of the house.

The couple made their way to Sizzler’s laughing and talking. Mickey was just a little buzzed, so he was still able to fully marvel at the sight and laughter of his boyfriend without the strong desire of sex to distract him. For the first time in a long time, he had the chance to admire Ian’s face and smile without any embarrassment. No matter what, Mickey loved Ian to no end.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Ian asked as they made their way into the restaurant.

“Nothing,” Mickey tried to shrug it off, but Ian looked unconvinced. “I’m looking at a tall ass redheaded asshole,” Mickey patted Ian’s cheek. Ian smirked proudly at the dark haired boy’s words.

The boys took their seats and started looking through their menus as the waitress poured them a glass of complimentary wine. Mickey had a plan to get a steak so rare that they’d hear it mooing as he ate it. Ian laughed at his boyfriend choice, but decided he wanted the same thing. Once they ordered their food, they were left looking at each other.

Before saying anything, Ian looked around. He saw couples eating and enjoying their time, which was something he had always wanted to experience, and now he it’s happening for him. “I’ve always wanted to go on a date,” Ian admits.

“Should’ve told me before, I would’ve taken you,” Mickey said before taking a sip of his wine.

Ian snorted. “Bullshit. You would’ve called me gay!”

“You are gay, and this is fucking gay,” Mickey jabbed at Ian with a smirk. “I don’t mind though. Must be getting used to it or some shit,” he shrugged his shoulders.

Ian was hit with a sudden realization that caused him to beam with joy. “Y’know.. you do a lot of gay shit for me. I made you, Mickey Milkovich, a softy,” he spoke victoriously.

Mickey scoffed, but there was no rudeness in the tone. “Fuck off, Gallagher. I am not soft,” he protested.

“So soft,” Ian joked.

“I’ll only ever do that shit for you. You mean more to me than the other assholes do,” he admitted. For some reason this conversation made him think of when Ian took Yevgeny away and Mickey called him to declare his love and tell him how he needs him to come home– suddenly he froze and stared Ian in the eyes.

Mickey never knew if Ian ever heard that voicemail, but after seeing Ian match his expression, he knew he most definitely had listened to it. It was crazy how the two of them didn’t need much words to communicate– they just always understood what the other was feeling and thinking with a quick glance.

Ian reached out and put his hand on Mickey’s, and in all honesty, he expected Mickey to pull away, but he didn’t. “I never got to tell you this, but,” he paused as a smile creeped on his face. “I really love you, Mick. I know I haven’t been able to show it too well these last couple weeks but you gotta know that I do.”

It looked like a flood of relief washed over the Milkovich boy’s body. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to hear that,” he said breathlessly. “I fucking love you too.” He tried to hold back a smile, but it was pointless because Ian could see right through him.

“Thanks for everything you do for me,” Ian added graciously as his lips began to curve upward.

Mickey nods. “I’ll always be here,” he assured him.

Cutting them off from their moment, the waitress came to their table with two big steak platters. Ian laughed at the uncommon sight of perfectly cooked meal. Each boy grabbed their utensils and dug in.

Throughout the rest of the date the boys laughed and made jokes about the steak mooing as they ate. Mickey even paid for Ian’s dinner because if he was going to be on a date, he might as well do it the correct way and act like a gentleman.

Ian felt like a teenage girl who was swooning over a big crush, and Mickey felt the same– even if he’d never admit it. It was nice to have an enjoyable and problemless night. Once their date was finished, they agreed that this perfect night was one for the books. They never wanted forget being this happy, and they truthfully felt like it’d never go away.

» the walking dead sentence meme

Feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❝ We’ll win. But we need to wait for the right moment. ❞
  • ❝ It ain’t just about getting by here. It’s about getting it all. ❞
  • ❝ It’s because you got no guts. ❞
  • ❝ If you knew us, if you knew anything, you would kill us. But you can’t. ❞
  • ❝ I’d like to take it back to awkward silence now. ❞
  • ❝ Kid. I ain’t gonna lie. You scare the shit out of me. ❞
  • ❝ If you keep thinking everyone’s an enemy, then enemies are all you’re gonna find. ❞
  • ❝ Do soy sauce packets count as food? ❞
  • ❝ Nobody’s evil. They just decide to forget who they are. ❞
  • ❝ Some people are evil. I’ve seen it. That’s why I have to get back now. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not saving you anymore. ❞
  • ❝ I’m dealing in certainties, and I’m doing my part to give them what they want. ❞
  • ❝ I love a gal that takes me to dinner and doesn’t expect me to put out. ❞
  • ❝ In case you haven’t caught on, I just slipped my dick down your throat, and you thanked me for it. ❞
  • ❝ You’re lucky. Don’t forget. ❞
  • ❝ I get why you did it. Why you took it. You were thinking about someone else. That’s why I can’t. ❞
  • ❝ You should know, there is no door number four. This is it. This is the only way. ❞
  • ❝ People can try and you set you in the right direction, but they can’t show you the way. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t give a shit if you think you’ve found the secret to life. ❞
  • ❝ People want someone to follow. ❞
  • ❝ Drink from the well, replenish the well. ❞
  • ❝ Was the joke that bad? ❞
  • ❝ Suck my nuts. ❞
  • ❝ You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry. Hell, they’re all gonna be doing that. ❞
  • ❝ We got here together, and we’re still here. ❞
  • ❝ You’re a survivor. You always were. ❞
  • ❝ When they come for us, we’ll end it. The whole thing. ❞
  • ❝ There is no right; there’s just the wrong that doesn’t pull you down. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t take chances anymore. ❞
  • ❝ Dibs is dibs. ❞
  • ❝ You want to live, you take chances. ❞
  • ❝ I’m going like I should have. Don’t come after me, please. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not planning to die today. ❞
  • ❝ We have to come for them, before they come for us. ❞
  • ❝ Why are dingleberries brown? ❞
  • ❝ We’re going to have to fight. ❞
  • ❝ This is the next world. ❞
  • ❝ Your world’s about to get a whole lot bigger. ❞
  • ❝ I like you people. I trust you. Trust us. ❞
  • ❝ You need to know things aren’t as simple as they might seem. ❞
  • ❝ Confrontation’s never been something we’ve had trouble with. ❞
  • ❝ You still got family and you still got a home. ❞
  • ❝ It should be someone who loved her. Someone who’s family. ❞
  • ❝ I want to show you the new world. ❞
  • ❝ Someday this pain will be useful to you. ❞
  • ❝ The only thing that keeps you from being a monster is killing. ❞
  • ❝ You point a gun at me, and I’m the asshole? ❞
  • ❝ Things moved slow here, and then things just started moving fast, too fast. ❞
  • ❝ Things aren’t as simple as four words. ❞
  • ❝ The people around you dying, that’s the hard part. ❞
  • ❝ The world is trying to die. We’re supposed to just let it. ❞

anonymous asked:

Prompt: oh shit I spilled water on you and now you're in the employee break room half fish cause apparently you're part merman. How do I fix this oh no. (Nico merman? Will is the freaking out employe lol) thanks ^-^


This was definitely one of the weirder situations Will had gotten himself into. He hadn’t meant to spill the jug of water on Nico, but it was Will’s turn to refill the coffee machine and when he turned around to pour the water out, Nico was right there and walked into Will. It wasn’t like it was planned or something. Nico was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and now-

He had scurried into the break room like Will had burned his skin and if that didn’t worry Will then the constant muttering he heard of “shit, shit, oh fuck, oh fuck,” did.  He had thought maybe Nico had a fear of water, but it wasn’t like Will had drown him or something. Sure, it soaked his clothes, but they all kept a spare in the back for this very situation. (Usually someone split coffee though, not an entire jug of water.)  

Now, Nico was pant-less in the break room and drying himself off like his life depended on it. Will didn’t know if it would be considered rude to walk in and offer Nico the dry clothes he had pulled out of the back, or if he should just knock on the door before setting the clothes down and walking away. Sure, Will had always had a tiny (read: massive) crush on Nico, but not was not the time to ogle the Italian’s well-muscled legs. (Will had to remind himself of that a little further down.) He decided to just bite the bullet and knock on the door before entering the break room.

“Nico?” Will tried to keep his eyes above Nico’s waistline, but he couldn’t help but grin at the green boxers with little orange fish on them. Who would’ve thought Nico wore underwear that wasn’t black? When Nico looked up, he looked like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes going wide as he tried to cover himself with the towel.

“Will! What are you doing?!” Will felt himself blush for a moment as he tried to come up with something that didn’t sound creepy.

“I brought you some dry clothes, since I-” Will was ashamed to say that he let his eyes wander down again to admire Nico’s smooth legs, but when he glanced down all he was meet with was a… Tail?! “What the fuck is that?” Not the best thing to ever come out of Will’s mouth, but a tail wasn’t something he expected.

When he looked back up, Nico’s face was flushed as he rubbed the towel over the scales, and Will was slowly trying to process the information in front of him. Had he hit his head and passed out? He couldn’t remember falling recently, but maybe he was still dreaming. It was possible, Will was certainly clumsy enough. While he was trying to recollect everything that had happened in the last few hours Nico had seemed to fix… Whatever was wrong with his leg, pulling the pants on that Will had brought him.

“Will? You okay?” Nico asked hesitantly. Will was snapped back to reality as Nico’s adorable face swam into focus in front of him. He resisted the urge to blush at how concerned Nico was for him. (Which wasn’t usually something people blush at, but Will had some seriously repressed feelings.)

“What just happened?” Will asked dumbly, pointing to Nico’s now (unfortunately) clothed legs.

“Uh, surprise?” Nico grinned sheepishly, and for the first time, Will noticed just how sharp Nico’s teeth were.

Kind of a meh ending but I’ve got a killer headache

I remember the first hit,
It came from your mouth and not your fist
“You are just a stupid bitch”
That should’ve been the end of it.

But I couldn’t walk away,
So your words would hit me every day
Until your words were replaced
By the hands across my face.

I remember when you choked me
Your hands like rough fabric my tears were soaking,
I closed my eyes, silently hoping
That you would kill me- no more coping.

I remember that last hit,
Right before I called it quits
Screaming “I can’t fucking take this shit”
While my tears and blood dripped down your fist.

I managed to unlock this pen,
I packed up all my things and ran,
I finally escaped you then-
Never to see you again.

—  [s.bucks]
#25 // excerpt from a book I’ll never write

Thats right little boys. Drool over my beauty, every one does. Fantasize about seeing me in real time. In my car, or walking down the street. Im that gorgeous girl you’d never have the balls to speak to, let alone make eye contact with. You’re ugly, fat and pathetic. You could only dream of having a girl like me. So you grovel with gifts and cash to feel that pinch of attention and acceptance. I still treat you like shit. You come back for more, like the true idiot you are. You love my abuse. I love abusing you.

  • Bel: Hey, I've been watching cartoons downstairs and haven't been grocery shopping in a while, could you make me dinner?
  • Fran: I got stuff for stir-fry.
  • Bel: What else is on the menu?
  • Fran: Searched the fridge, found some "go fuck yourself" in the back.
  • Bel: Sounds fattening.
  • Fran: I heard it's a pretty lean meal. And thin. Also, flaccid.
  • Bel: I don't like your customer service, I'm taking my business elsewhere. Captain, can you bring me food?
  • Squalo: I have whiskey and a half-pound of bacon. I don't live well.
  • Bel, several minutes later: I walked to Chick-fil-A. WALKED. Like a PEASANT.
  • Fran: Actually, Chick-fil-A sounds pretty good right now.
  • Squalo: Voi, will you bring Chick-fil-A to me?
  • Fran: Yeah, the Captain and I need two Number Ones.
  • Bel: You want me to take a shit on your doorsteps. Got it.
  • Fran: No, that would be a number two.