is it cold in the d ed

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Fallout: New Vegas Quest Summaries
  • Ain't That a Kick In The Head: learn to walk
  • Back in the Saddle: honey... i woke up with a grenade launcher
  • By a Campfire on the Trail: Baby's First Fetch Quest™
  • Ghost Town Gunfight: crouch behind those crates and wait for it to be over
  • Run Goodsprings Run: you killed cheyenne you MONSTER
  • They Went That-a-Way: victor keeps saving my life and it's getting weird
  • ED-E My Love: it takes a lot to upgrade your robot child
  • Cold, Cold Heart: Yikes!
  • Wang Dang Atomic Tango: hurry up with that holotape mick i got a hot date with a fist
  • Ring-A-Ding-Ding!: Surprise, bitch! Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me.
  • Heartache by the Number: cass, go wait in the bar
  • Still in the Dark: dude ignore the collar it's just some kinky shit i do sometimes
  • Eyesight to the Blind: dude I was Just up there, no way
  • You Make Me Feel Like a Woman: getting veronica out of her robes is surprisingly difficult
  • I Could Make You Care: Lesbians Don't Get Happy Endings
  • For Auld Lang Syne: one reason to go to Jacobstown
  • Guess Who I Saw Today: another reason to go to Jacobstown
  • Ain't Nothin But a Hound Dog: the last reason to go to Jacobstown
  • Crazy, Crazy, Crazy: shut up neil I'm here for my grampa
  • Old School Ghoul: You'll need the wiki to get my backstory, boss.
  • One For My Baby: u ok boone
  • I Forget to Remember to Forget: Worst Sleepover Ever
  • Return To Sender: lots of quick traveling
  • Bitter Springs Infirmary Blues: Lucky for you, I'm gay and a hoarder!
  • Oh My Papa: why do you hang out with deathclaws
  • There Stands the Grass: NOPE!: the Vault
  • Beyond the Beef: [leans in] so......... know anyone around here who...... eats human flesh.......?
  • Three Card Bounty: GOD DAMNIT, BOONE
  • Et Tumor, Brute: the one where a random courier performs brain surgery
  • The House Has Gone Bust!: Suck My Dick, Andrew Ryan
  • You'll Know It When It Happens: sir you appear to have tossed someone off a tower that's a bit suspicious
  • Arizona Killer: be honest, you went legion just for this quest
  • Eureka!: a single person does what literally an entire army could not
  • Veni, Vidi, Vici: hope you like football gear
  • All or Nothing: getting put in a robot's gonna suck but going to space is gonna be awesome
  • No Gods, No Masters: bitch you thought

Oswald is fairly certain that this is how he dies. Edward knows now, and if he killed a man for daring to hit the woman he loved… There’s no hope for him now. 

In a way, it seems fitting. He gave his heart away, and now it’s time for Ed to stop it. He supposes that there are worse ways to go. If he has to die, he’d like Ed to be the last thing that he sees. Everyone wants to see something beautiful as they go, and he’ll consider himself a lucky man to see someone so radiant as he slips away.

Ed is watching him, his head slightly tilted to the side, like Oswald is a puzzle that he’s trying to figure out. His eyes are so cold. None of the warmth that Oswald has grown accustomed to; not even the psychotic glee that lights them when he’s torturing someone. Maybe because he won’t enjoy this. Maybe because it’s just something that has to be done.

Or maybe Oswald’s just kidding himself.

“Ed…” he says, one last desperate plea, and even now he can’t stop himself from saying the other man’s name like a prayer.

Shut up.” Ed’s voice is loud and sharp on the first word; he raises a hand, calms himself, quiets on the second. “Just, for the love of… Shut up.”

“Because it’ll make it easier to kill me?” He knows it’s not wise to goad Ed; he regrets the words the moment they leave his mouth. The way that Ed reels, like he’s been slapped in the face…

“I’m not going to kill you.” he says finally. His voice lacks inflection. Like he doesn’t care about Oswald anymore. Like he doesn’t care about anything anymore.

Oswald steps forward, already starting to thank him, the tears of gratitude starting in his eyes. He has his hands out to clutch at Edward’s shoulders, and his heart is soaring, because if Ed isn’t going to kill him, then maybe they have a chance. He can fix things. Ed can forgive him. They can be happy.

Ed recoils, and Oswald stops immediately. His stomach hurts, heart skipping in his chest, waiting.

All he can do is wait now.

He’s right in front of Ed, looking up at him, tears shining on his cheeks. His eyes are begging for a second chance. Please, Ed, I love you…

Ed’s eyes soften for just a moment, and Oswald feels a brief glimmer of hope. But then his eyes harden once more, and he takes one very deliberate step back.

“You’re standing too close.” An echo of times past. An old hurt, cut open into the other, and Oswald already knows it will be a scar that never leaves him. He has so many regrets already, his soul is already so heavy with guilt and shame, and this is just one more notch to add to his belt.

He’ll keep telling himself that, as Ed walks away. This is just one more thing. Just. One.

Maybe one day he’ll believe it.

pickleandthequeen  asked:

“You can share my jacket with me, since you’re shivering.” ...I mean. Friendshippy Piccolo and Chichi? If you want?

Chi-Chi rubbed her bare arms. Summer was definitely over–it was officially time to start wearing her long-sleeved dresses again. She’d tried to hold off as long as she could, but, well, she was getting older, and she couldn’t handle the cold as well as she used to.

“You look cold.”

Years ago, she would have flinched at Piccolo speaking suddenly from behind her. Even longer ago than that, she would have sent a foot straight into his jaw without a second thought. Instead, she didn’t even look at him, instead keeping her eyes trained on Gohan and Goten as they ran up the hill towards the house. “I’m fine. Just waiting for my boys, that’s all.”

“They can go faster than that, you know they can.” Piccolo’s voice was less annoyed than usual. “You should yell at them for making their poor mother wait for them in the cold.”

“Poor mother nothing.” Chi-Chi sent a playful glare up at him. “I’m not so helpless as you might think.”

“Maybe not, but you’re shivering,” he pointed out. “You can share my cape with me, if you want.”

Chi-Chi blinked. In all the years they’d known each other, all the time they’d spent together, Piccolo had never offered something like this. “If you don’t mind,” she said.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I did.” Piccolo held out one side of his cape and she tucked herself tentatively into his side. “There. Isn’t that better?” Piccolo wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she shivered.

“How’re you so dang warm?” she demanded. “I’m out here freezin’ my ass off and here you are burning up the place!”

“It’s the cape.” Piccolo shrugged. “Your kids are taking a long time.”

It was her turn to shrug. “I’m used to waiting.”

“That’s not right.” Piccolo was frowning down at her when she looked up. “I know I don’t have much ground to stand on here, but you’re always waiting on somebody, and that’s not right. You’ve got your own shit to worry about. You don’t need to be waiting on others all the time.”

“Aren’t you the little gentleman.” Chi-Chi elbowed him in the side. It was like elbowing a brick wall. “Like I said, I’m used to it. Waiting for Goku to come keep his promise, waiting for news about my son, waiting for people to come back…I’ve spent a lot of time waiting.” She laughed. “I’m used to it, but that don’t really make me much good at it. I’m impatient. Pa says I get that from my ma.”

Piccolo grunted. “I still say you should give them an earful when they get back. Shouldn’t leave someone as pretty as you waiting.”

She blinked and stared up at him. Was it her imagination, or was his face a little darker? It was hard to tell in the fading light. “A-aren’t you the charmer tonight,” she managed.

“I have to go.” Piccolo retracted himself and his cape from her and backed up. “Please apologise to Gohan for me.” And he was gone, the force of his departing ki sending her hair and dress flying.

“Jerk!” Chi-Chi yelled after him, but she could feel her face was flushed, too.

Cool, so here’s the thing. Today’s Rare Disease Day. I have a rare disease.

Well, actually, I don’t. I have a rarely diagnosed disease. 

I have Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome. My body can’t regulate blood flow/pressure, which results in a lot of nasty side effects like fainting, dizziness, exhaustion, nausea, poor digestion, brain fog, cold/tingly extremities, racing heart, temporary blindness, inability to stand heat, etc. And all the things I listed are things that affect me; POTS tends to affect everyone differently and there are some symptoms I don’t have.

I first started displaying symptoms when I was around 10. I was tired all the time. I felt sick. It hurt to urinate. (I later realized that was because I was so dehydrated.) At the time, the sex ed I’d received was so vague, and I’d been told such horror stories about menstruation that I believed this was all part and parcel with my period starting. Actually, POTS disproportionately affects women, and onset is often paired with times of hormonal turmoil like puberty, pregnancy, and menopause. (Ask me my feelings about diseases that disproportionately target women and how society is built to ignore and obfuscate them–go ahead.) I didn’t realize what I was going through wasn’t normal until I started going blind when I stood up. That’s when the tests started.

I was diagnosed with POTS when I was almost 18. For the math whizzes in the crowd, that means it took about 8 years. I lived with terrible symptoms for eight years, but worse–I lived with the medical experimentation. I have a lot of feelings about our medical system now (not to mention insurance stuff) but that’s a story for another day. The fact is, I ranged from sick to non-functional for almost eight years. I didn’t have to! POTS is not curable, but it is treatable. Some people seem to get better on their own, many don’t. (I won’t state stats because they seem to change every time I look at an article.) For those of us who won’t get better, there are still ways to manage our bodies and our lives. Learning those coping skills let me go to college, even if I need accommodations to get through things.

I lost almost all my teen years to this disease, and I didn’t have to. Many other people go through the same thing, and will keep going through the same thing. POTS is not a rare disease, but POTS is rarely diagnosed. Please get the word out.

Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.
Edmund x Reader: Strange girl Part 1

Prompt/ask: @fandomnerdlove​ asked: Can I request an Edmund x reader where the reader is a nymph and can disguise herself as anything nature-y? She rescued him from The White Witch and she saved him from being stabbed by her. *Set in LWW*

Word count: 660

Warnings: Like one curse word

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Good news is, I’m off my hiatus :D *Cheers from the distance* I made this with two parts. Hope that’s okay with you ^^ 

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“Ed?” Edmund’s eyes averted from the whispering coming from the trees to look at his sister. 

“What is it Lu?” He said in annoyance, looking back at the snowy woods.

 Lucy cowered back a little, wrapping her coat tightly around her frail body. “I just wanted t-” 

“Yeah? Well I don’t care. I’m cold, tired, and ready to leave this place.” 

“Ed!” Peter frowned, hitting his brother’s arm. “Look, if you can’t cooperate then you should just turn back.” 

“Oh believe me, I would!” 

“Then why don’t you?” Mr. Beaver crossed his pudgy little arms, stopping in his tracks to face Edmund. “Hm? I could escort you back if you want. But if you’re scared-” 

“I’m not scared!”

 Mr. Beaver shrugged, facing the front again. Edmund knitted his eyebrows.

“You know, you should really be kinder to your family. Some of us don’t have one.”

 Edmund stopped abruptly, eyes widening in fear. “What the-” 

“Shhh,” The voice said softly, “Keep walking.” 

Edmund looked around, bewildered, as his siblings continued their journey to Mr. Beaver’s dam. 

“Keep walking.” The voice repeated. Edmund obliged, a little unwillingly. It seemed as if the wind was pushing him forward. 

“Who are you?” He whispered hastily, making sure to keep a safe distance between him and the three children and beaver walking before him. 

“Arethusa Pyrianthilis is my nymphean name. However, you, Son of Adam, may call me by my given name.” There was a pause. “Uh…what’s your given name, then?” 

“Oh! I do apologize. I can get a little distracted at times.” The voice flew around him, landing in his other ear. “Y/n.” 

Edmund smiled a little, though he knew not why. He quickly put on his ‘I’m-a-bratty-little-asshole’ front again. “Yes, well, I’m afraid I don’t like speaking to voices in my head.” 

Y/n laughed. “I am no voice, Son of Adam. I am-” 

“Son of what?” 

“Adam. You are human, aren’t you?” 

“Y-yes. I assume you’re not, then?” 

She laughed again, the sound tingling in his ear. “No. I’m an element nymph. I can change what happens around me, and sometimes can turn into things like trees and wind and…here, let me show you.”

 Suddenly, without warning, everything stopped around him. His siblings and Mr. Beaver were completely motionless. Even the trees had stopped their rustling. Edmund was simultaneously terrified and amazed, and his mind was filled with questions. 

 In an instant, a figure appeared before him. It dissolved out of the damp air, like a shadow would on a sunny day. She stood at about half an inch below him, her eyes wide and delicate and her hair the color of silver. She smiled, lifting her feet a few inches off the snow. 

“Son of Adam?”

 Edmund’s cheeks turned the color of roasted chestnuts as he realized he had been staring. “Erm…sorry.” He said quietly, giving up his collected demeanor. 

“For what?” 

Edmund remained silent. 

“Son of Adam, are you afraid of me?” 

“No!” He said immediately, looking up from his shoes to meet the gaze of the doe-eyed nymph. There was a small silence. “Oh, er, I guess I haven’t introduced myself.” He extended his cold hand. Y/n looked puzzled. “Why are you doing that? Why are you putting your arm forward?” 

“You don’t know what a handshake is?” 

She shook her head. 

“It’s-uh-let me show you.” He gently took her hand and placed it in his own. The warmth from her palm spread to his, and she lightly grazed his wrist. “I’m Edmund.” 

Y/n smiled. “Well Edmund,” She said, slowly sending a beam of light from her fingertips as she stepped away from him, “I do hope we meet again.” 

And with that, she was gone, a simple whisper in the air all that remained.

Edmund looked forward to see the children and Mr. Beaver walking as before, as if nothing had happened. 

“Strange girl…” Edmund muttered, a grin on his face as he started trotting along the snow again. 

i was tagged by @getshitdonetbh, @athenastudying and @juggiestudies for the same ask game so i’m doing it in a single post! thanks everyone!! :’)

a - age: 13
b - biggest fear: no idea lmao
c- current time: 9:22 pm
d - drink you last had: a rlly hot tea with honey mixed in it bc i have a horrible cold atm (it tasted terrible but o well)
e - easiest person to talk to: myself? Lol jk my sister or mum probably
f - favourite song: atm it’s perfect by Ed Sheeran
g- grossest memory: don’t remember?
h - horror yes or horror no: wait does this mean, do i like horror movies? if yes I do, but not alone lol (lmao is that what it means, i dont want to look dumb)
i - in love?: nope
j - jealous of people?: not really, but I’m definitely envious of ppl who are working harder than me and that gives me the zeal to do so myself
k - killed someone?: nope
l - love at first sight or should i walk by again: walk by again and again and again and still not probably, bc i don’t honestly fall in love easily #IAmLit
m - middle name: don’t have one
n - number of siblings: a lil sis
o - one wish: to reach my goals and pursue my dream job :’)
p - person you called last: my dad 
q - question you’re always asked: “teach me this portion please" honestly I can take tuitions looking at the rate people ask me this smh,,, I’m also asked lots of weird questions like “why are you so quite” (by those who don’t know me, but I’m like hyper crazy) and “how come you never do your hw and still get it done” (bc I just do it in school, these dumb people lmao)
r - reason to smile: bc I have enough freedom and just bc I am always happy?? Does this make sense? lmao
s - song you sang last:  just hold on by Louis Tomlinson (my boy :’))
t - time you woke up: 7:10 am bc its a school day 
u - underwear colour: seriously? white though
v - vacation destination: a visit to Netherlands again would be super nice!
w - worst habit: biting my nails when i’m super nervous like the real shizz ;u;
x - x-rays: can’t remember tbh
y - your favourite food: food. (lmao)
z - zodiac sign: leo

i’m tagging @nerdyign, @artemistudying, @artstdy, @bandaidsdontfixbulletjournals and @nahstudies + anyone else who wants to try this out, just say i tagged you! :D

DeanXReader: With the Ghostfacers

Request: Imagine being a part of the Ghostfacers and having a crush on Dean? :)

Request: Please do more dean x reader oneshots with ghost facers. Please.

Request: Hey! Please could you do a oneshot where there reader is quite tall and British (whoop! I’m from the north east) Fluff! And like could you add in how northerners aren’t really affected by cold? Like we go out in the middle of winter dressed as it was summer? Thankies!

Request: Could you do a deanxreader one shot where the reader is British so like has tea instead of coffee and her accent that Dean loves. Fluff too plz:)x

Keep reading

Isaac: Pfffft~

Max: I feel like the ‘cold shoulder’ joke here is a little too obvious, buuuut…

Ed: You know I could just paint you a coat, right?

Isabel: I-I’m fine! My prepubescent rage will keep me warm!

When I was younger, I used to think I was hot shit for never wearing a coat during winter (even though it was sometimes 20F/-6C or colder).  Even when I was really cold, I had a ‘reputation’ I had to keep, in my mind, so I would shiver in silence.

Isabel seems like the kind of person who wouldn’t go out of her way to grab a coat if she suddenly needed it–she’d rather tough it out.

Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you’d like to get to know better!

Tagged by: @britanniafork, @trag-ed-y and @i-like-shooting-oswald you are all wonderfull ^__^ 

Name: Raven

Nicknames: Raven, Ray and Lindsey cales me Hrabba..plz dont call me that

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Height: 160cm or 5′2

Orientation: Pansexual 

Favourite fruit: Strawberries, pineapples and oranges 

Favourite season: Summer !

Favourite book: o god they are many…just gonna say Watchmen, I read more graphic novels then books

Favourite flower: Sunflowers !

Favourite scent: The night air when it’s cold outside, the clothes of your crush (im not a perv..), laundry detergent, warm cinnamon rolls, christmas trees, old and brand new books, gazoline and the perfect perfume/cologne on other people

Favourite Color: Purple, dark reds & blues, black

Favourite animal: Polarbears..well all types of bears, hippos, crocodiles, penguins and dogs 

Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa?: Hot cocoa with coffee :))

Average sleep hours: depends..between 5-12 hours

Cat or dog person?: Doggos ^^

Favourite fictional character: THIS IS SUCH A HARD QUESTION..Daenerys Targaryen, Gotham’s Penguin, Rorschach, Furiosa, Batman, Mr.Freeze, Bane, Hellboy, Jack Skellington..ill stop

Dream trip: I want to travel the world :)

Blog created: my first one was few years ago, then I decided to create a new one in February

Number of followers: yees not that many haha but I love all of you 45 followers who seem to like my nonsense ♡  

I’m sorry I’m always tagging you guys! <3 

@coffeemaenad, @applegamir, @bizarre-transmission, @socktrollqueen, @wittygaypuns, @trag-ed-y, @ednygmatical @mymycorrhizae @leftover-verg, @guardtristan, @hetpiglet, @okimi79, @hello-world165, @baskervilleshund @amandajuly81 @trans-oswald @dangerouxxx @popcornpr1nce @writing-is-a-bitch

  • Aileen Wuornos Quotes


I’d just like to say I’m sailing with the rock, and I’ll be back like Independence Day, with Jesus June 6. Like the movie, big mother ship and all, I’ll be back.


I robbed them, and I killed them as cold as ice, and I would do it again, and I know I would kill another person because I’ve hated humans for a long time.


To me, this world is nothing but evil, and my own evil just happened to come out cause of the circumstances of what I was doing.


People always look down their noses at hookers. Never give you a chance because they think you took the easy way out, when no one would imagine the willpower it took to do what we do, walking the streets night after night, taking the hits and still getting back up.


My main concern is if this composer has been made aware of the fact that I’ve come clean in all of my cases. I killed in pure hate, robbing along the way. So if this person hasn’t, then I’d sure appreciate it if someone would inform him or her of it.

I wanted to clear all the lies and let the truth come out. I have hate crawling through my system.

They say it’s the number of people I killed, I say it’s the principle.

“Share?”
“I’d rather sit out in the rain for a whole three hours. Naked.”

Tiny picks up on Ed’s irritation with Roy and does the Scary Small Dog Thing. Unfortunately for all three of them, Shakespeare has already fallen madly in love with the little lady. Ed eventually relents to sharing (but only because Tiny is cold) and tucks the puppy in his hoodie. Shakespeare jumps in every puddle and soaks Roy in the end anyway.