asdfhkahladfhkl… but rose hair tho

anonymous asked:

How do you feel about operation E.N.G.L.A.N.D. and Sector E? I love them omg

aw i love them too! especially scarf girl ofc cuz her design is the coolest

i liked op ENGLAND on a whole lot of levels! 

- i liked how the plot itself unfolds, i genuinely didnt see the twist coming the first time i watched it, even if now it seems obvious? idk i thought it was clever!

- more monty stuff is always good, more nigel feeling really weird about his heritage is always funny

- its kind of fun thinking about it in the grand scheme of how it fits into the op ZERO stuff later, and it makes me wonder a lot abt those antagonist kids? they seemed to work for father but what does that mean about how many kids father is controlling etc

- i really like monty python references……….

but yeah sectuh E themselves are really cool and interesting! their dig at americans at the end was a really nice touch, and it made them distinct in how they interact with their enemies

it would have been really nice to see more about them! i was always glad scarf girl got as much attention from the fandom as she did, shes so cute

goldennmaknaee  asked:

You could do one where you're cuddling while it's raining and ya'll watch disney movies

I don’t know where I was going with this but I just kind of went. Michael’s hair does kind of remind me of the Little Mermaid.

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. Sleep?” Michael murmurs, rolling over to face you. It had been pouring all day, and while you love rainy days, this one had just seemed so boring.

“Mikey you’ve been sleeping all day,” you whine. “Let’s do something, anything.” You pout as Michael pulls you to his chest.

“Anything?” Michael asks with a smirk.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” you laugh, giving him a kiss. “How about a movie?”

“I don’t know, I still like my idea better.”

“How about movie first, sex after?”

“Works for me. Can you make some popcorn too?” Michael sits up in the bed. “Please?”

“Fine but I get to pick the movie, so put in The Little Mermaid,” you say as you head to the kitchen to grab a bag of popcorn. “You know what?” You jump on the bed next to him, careful not to spill the popcorn.

“What?” Michael asks through a mouthful of popcorn.

“You kind of look like Ariel,” you giggle. “It’s the red hair.”

“I do not!”

“Sing ‘Part of That World’. Come on, did someone steal your voice?”

“Shut up and play the movie,” Michael mumbles, lying back in the bed. He pouts until you curl up beside him.

“I’m sorry Michael.”

“Thank you.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

“If anything you’d be Sebastian, because you’re acting a little crabby.”

“That’s it!” he yells, rolling on top of you, trapping your arms above your head as he begins tickling your sides. 

a little bit of hell but she got me in heaven

What are your "must haves" when traveling with your dog?

My boyfriend and I are taking a road trip out west for a week or two this month, planning on hitting New Mexico and Colorado as I have family in both places and there’s a lot of outdoorsy things to do. Naiko is going to come with because i dont trust my family to keep Zuni from killing him and I don’t want to board him. Plus, I’d feel so weird not having a dog around for that long even if it will make some aspects of vacation difficult.

I have a list of course but don’t want to forget anything important. So, what do you all consider necessary dog-wise on a long roadtrip/exploring mountains and other adventures?

[This fic was requested by @superpinkkcat, I hope you all enjoy!]

I couldn’t sleep at all that night, not that Mister J minded, but in the wee hours just before dawn I just kind of sat there for a while. Perhaps it was the chemicals, I felt wired, juiced, or perhaps it was just being with him or both. The only setting I had been with him in was in the Asylum, for the most part it was so formal, so detached, our meetings were a game of chess that grew in its intensity. Sometimes he would let me win, no matter how clever I thought I was he was always ahead, he would let me think I was winning, that I was getting a leg up and then the game was over. 
Now here we were, a complicated and messy beginning… certainly an unorthodox one to say the least. I twirled a strand of pale hair around my finger, staring at it, it was so different from the golden locks I had been used to. Glancing at mister J I tentatively reached out and ran my fingers through his electric green hair. His brows furrowed and a grunt escaped him before he rolled over.
Rising I stole one of his shirts from his wardrobe and a pair of pants and undies he had gotten his errand boy, Frost, to get for me. I wasn’t bailing, I don’t think I could ever leave him, but I wasn’t tired and I had some things I wanted to do. 

*** Mister J P.O.V 

I awoke late in the afternoon, my hand reaching out by its own volition only to meet a familiar empty cold that left me frustratingly angry. Sitting up I glanced around the room but it was barren. 
“Y/N?!” I yelled. 
Nothing, but there was… music? It was coming from the kitchen, a very irritating rock number. If it was Frost he was asking to die, it would be such a shame too, he was good at his job. 
Rising I strode out of the room and into the kitchen and there she was. She stood in a pair of pink ruffle shorts that were deliciously too short. Her hair was in pigtails, the tips dyed so one was blue and the other pink and I had the urge to grip onto them like the handle bars of a Harley. 
“Question, what are you doing?” 

***Y/N P.O.V

I turned, flipping the chocolate chip pancake I looked at Mister J, striking a little pose. 
“Say hello to your new and improved [First name/Last Name].” 
He didn’t say anything, he just kind of stared and I frowned. Perhaps it was a bad idea… a stupid idea. Turning away from him I shut off the stove, setting the pan down and resting my hands on the counter. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. I thought the colours were nice. 
“Is that permanent?” 
I turned, touching the tender heart on my cheekbone. It had been something I had always thought of doing but I never thought it was rational, it seemed silly and unprofessional but he… set something free within me. 
“Yeah… I thought, I… it’s-”
“I like it,”he grunted. 
I grinned but he didn’t, he just moved slowly around the counter and I noted that he was still pleasantly naked. His hand curled around my throat and he directed me, so I was walking backwards, his eyes burning through me. 
“I thought you left.” 
“What if I did? Huh?”
He slammed me against the wall and I giggled, feeling his breath warm on my ear “You’re not going anywhere,” 
“No?” I whispered, my tongue snaking out and grazing his jaw. 
“No, I’m not done with you yet,” 
Reaching down I curled my hand around him and he growled in my ear, “I can feel that.” 
“You’re rotten,” he cupped his hands under my rear and lifted me into his arms. 
“Oh honey, you don’t know how rotten I can be,”
“Well lets find out,” 

[I am going to be a jerk and end there because I am really digging the idea of a part two of this, thoughts?]


I thought I was all sorts of clever when making this piece a diptych– I had to keep planning paintings whilst abroad, and the smaller sheets fit into my suitcase– but I’m paying for it now. >:( #irritatingblending #rottydog #gouache #bruxism

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