joanna was the best


Gosh I have been so inactive lately! From top to bottom, left to right:

-my pony-sona, Raspberry Swirl
-a pink pumpkaboo
-me and my boyfriend as Pokemon (Sylveon and Jolteon, respectively)
-Energizer, my BNHA oc
-a lineless palette challenge Latula
-Joanna, my best friend’s fursona
-Daisy, my fursona

Oh god that was so many, I need to keep up ^^“

The key, I believe, for pulling yourself out of the limbo of not knowing who you are or not embracing who you are, is to love something enough to not care. Sometimes it takes us a long time to find it. There are so many things out there, there’s so much nuance to being human beings, it sometimes takes a really long time to locate it
—  Joanna Newsom

Andy: [My proposal] was perfect and magical, I’ll say that. She didn’t know it was gonna happen, we were in a beautiful place that was very special to both of us. I was by a fire pit with, like, a glowing amber light. I got down on one knee. Like the stuff I said was perfect. I can’t tell you how great it went.

Akiva: I believe it because I was at your wedding and your wedding was also –

Jorma: Truly the most magical vows I’ve ever heard.

Andy: I really gotta bring it. My wife is a poet, so if I’m half-assing it then it’s gonna be pretty clear.



LGBT+ books: Georgia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruit by Jaye Robin Brown

“Here’s what I know. Kissing Mary Carlson is spooning homemade peach ice cream into your mouth on the hottest Georgia day. It is shooting stars and hot lava. It is every goose bump you ever had in your entire life built up and exploding all at once. It is going to be the end of me, but I don’t care. “

Joanna Newsom

“Have you come, then, to rescue me?”
He laughed and said, “from what, ‘Colleen’?”
You dried and dressed most willingly.
you corseted, and caught the dread disease
by which one comes to know such peace.“

Well, it’s true that I came to know such things as
the laws which govern property
and herbs to feed the babes that wean,
and the welting weight for every season;
but still
I don’t know any goddamned "Colleen.”


life soundtrack// take life as it is, no matter what comes

if my life was a movie, i feel like maybe those songs could fit in it// listen

((rules:  make a playlist using songs that describe your aesthetic. each artist can only be used once. link to the playlist in the post.))

i was tagged by @knjikishimoto thank you so much! i tag: @trashkinglightwood @everheartings @larasjeans @freakishly-bookish-ant @bakksana @lsaks @godeven @azirapha1e @soullessminyard @heckleweather @inkstained @cheekyeven @scorpionflowers @sanabakkoshs @isakvalterzn @nicoediangelo @wild-lavenders @thelovesclubs @deureiko @comeasyouare7 @mivyard @minjard @gregqoyle @rickonstvrk @mrsnorriis @lunarcaustics @rrnan @hhansclo @puresblood @tessalabessa @mnvrds

“Joanna darling, you’re my best friend but there’s a few things that you don’t know of…..i wanna ruin our friendship. We should be lovers instead. I don’t know how to say this cuz you’re really my dearest friend.” 

- Jenny by Studio Killers


If you ever wanted to hear Willow Smith cover Joanna here it is


please tell me this was joanna’s strategy everywhere she stopped while trying to find jaeris

(this joke is courtesy of @stimpoweredgiraffe and @cosmignon, who came up with this and make me appreciate Joannna and Jaeris 5000% more, what lovely dorks)

Kill Zone - Part 11: Victim

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Unsub, Rufus Turner, Joanna Harvelle (mentioned), Dean Winchester (mentioned), Castiel Novak (mentioned) 

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Warnings: Torture, mention of character deaths, badass Reader, implied smut, all the usual.

Word Count: 3800ish

A/N: This is soooo late. I am so sorry. Loss of motivation and computer death sucks, but it is here finally and I hope it was worth the wait.

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for almost killing me while editing this. This series would honestly suck without her. Thank you Ana for pulling the impossible out of me!

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***


Cold, clammy rocks, pressed to your back. Your clothes were wet and sticking to your skin. Everything was sore. An earthy smell filled your nostrils. Your head felt as if you had been run over by a steamroller. The sound of crashing water filled your ears. You couldn’t move your arms and hands. They were stuck to something, caught above your head. You tried to move, but you only managed to wiggle a little from side to side. Your eyes still wouldn’t open. It was as if they had been glued shot. You took a deep breath only for the moist air to hurt your lungs. You didn’t make a noise. You couldn’t. You needed to focus but your mind refused to cooperate, as you  tried to figure out where you were. You took a deep breath as you felt your heartbeat start to pick up. Now wasn’t the time to panic. You needed to focus. Last memory, that’s where you needed to start.

Keep reading

Sons of Lawrence #13

Summary:  Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Ruby, Jo Harvelle, Elen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Meg Masters, James Novak. 
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,861
Warnings: Angst, language, medical jargon
Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.
Miss the beginning? GIF credit [x][x][x][x]

“This isn’t a fairy tale, Mr. Winchester,” Doctor Novak stated matter-of-factly. “Y/N suffered extensive internal damage. I can’t tell you long it will take because I don’t know how long it will take.”

Standing next to Dean’s hospital bed, John had his arms crossed and a scowl on his brow. “I don’t expect immediate results, doc. But there’s gotta be something that can be done.”

James Novak crossed the room and turned on the lights of the x-ray panels on the wall. He opened a large manilla folder and pressed the film up until it got stuck. He ran a finger along the outline of Y/N’s skull. “When Y/N got thrown from the bike, she hit her head. Now, the helmet saved her life, but it also did some damage,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “Along with a severe concussion, the impact resulted in a hematoma. In layman’s terms, clotting of blood outside the blood vessels.”

Mary, who was holding her son’s hand, asked, “Is it serious?”

Doctor Novak nodded. “It can be very serious if a hematoma occurs inside the brain. Unfortunately, that is what occurred. The clotting can cause pressure to build inside the skull, which is a factor into why she lost consciousness. Hopefully that won’t last too long. We went in and drained what we could.”

“What else?” Dean rasped, his throat raw from having a breathing tube removed earlier that morning.

Another piece of film was slapped up. “There was a lot of scar tissue from what had been repaired 3 years ago. This time, she was stabbed more than once. Add in the internal damage from the accident and the loss of blood, Y/N is looking at a rough recovery.”

There was a collective heavy sigh between the Winchesters as Dean pushed his head into the mountain of thin pillows.

“Thank you,” John murmured and held out his hand for the doctor.

James’ lips pressed into a thin line as he shook John’s hand. “Y/N was on a lot of my cases over the past year; she’s an amazing person. I promise that I’ll do everything in my power not to lose her.”

He went to leave the room, but stopped suddenly and rummaged in a pocket of his crisp, tan jacket. “I almost forgot,” he whispered.

Mary held out her hand when James approached and extended a fist. The ring she had given Y/N the other day fell softly into her palm. She choked on a sob and almost crumbled under the weight of John’s hand on her shoulder.

“You’ll get that back to her, Mare,” John promised, his own voice tremulous with emotion.

Keep reading

AOS Fic - The First Night

McKirk, ‘cause it’s always McKirk

Jim wakes to a stirring of the mattress.

“B’nes?” he mumbles, lazily cocking one eye open and edging awkwardly to Bones’ side of the bed.

“Dad?” a small voice just dares to breathe. Tiny hands brush hesitantly against the edge of the bed, reaching, searching. “Daddy?”

Jo’s voice is small, strained in the darkness, almost as if she’s trying to mask her tears or calm the tremble in her jaw. 

Jim sits up now, shaking off the last remnants of a dream -  fireworks and soft kisses under the night sky - and orders, “Lights, ten percent.”

Keep reading