lay on ground

whethervane  asked:

I have a VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION about Rob: he's some kind of amoeba person - no bones - so if he was on a planet where the gravity was too strong, would he collapse into a pile of goo?? (also: I am so freaking pumped about this comic you don't even know oh my god Mad it's perfect and I'm so excited. <3)

Okay so, basically with Rob I wanted to get as close to “floppy noodle person” as possible, but he does have soooommmeee kind of firm underlying skeleton-like structure that keeps him upright and functional. He’s kinda stretchy and very lightweight, but there are ways his body can’t bend. 

Because he’s built for a low-gravity environment, living on a planet with average gravity makes everything a little more difficult, so he’s not very strong and he’s usually very tired. If he went to a planet with very high gravity he’d probably just lay on the ground and be miserable until somebody put him back on a spaceship and sent him away. 

(Actually there’s lots of things about how Rob works that I can’t talk about because they’re spoilers :0)

(If anybody has any other questions about the aliens I’ll try to give some general info!) 

Drunk Love

Summary: Mickey and Ian walk into the house completely wasted and neither of them realized Carl and Fiona were in the room.

Word Count: 1064

Notes: To whoever requested this– I love drunk gallavich too omg

“Oh, shit,” Ian groaned as he tried climbing up the stairs of his front porch. Mickey was still at the bottom laughing his ass off as he watched his drunken boyfriend attempt to walk up the stairs without anything to lean on.

Mickey choked back another giggle. “You’re not gonna make it.”

“Hey, fuck you,” Ian said before falling over the last stair. He bursted into fit of laughter, and so did Mickey.

“Are you okay, dumbass?” Mickey trudged his way up the stairs only to trip on his shoe lace. Luckily he caught himself, unlike Ian.

Ian stayed laying on the ground until Mickey reached him to help him up. “You could barely get up this mountainous staircase either, fuckhead!”

Mickey snorted and flung Ian’s arm around his shoulders when he got him to his feet. “How did we even get this hammered?”

“Man, I don’t know,” Ian said with a grin. “It’s a hell of a lot of fun though,” he kissed his boyfriend’s cheek as they walked into the house.

The drunken couple falls onto the couch without any realization that Carl was sitting on the steps and Fiona was in the doorway of the kitchen. Ian laid his head on Mickey shoulder and Mickey ran his fingers through the other boy’s red hair.

Suddenly Ian made eye contact with his boyfriend. “Mick! Mickey! Guess what?”

“What?” Mickey said in what seemed like an uninterested tone. He was slowly dazing off to sleep until Ian laid his hands on him and started to shake his shoulders.

“Do you know we’ve been fucking for four years?” He said in amazement. “That’s a long ass time,” he said proudly.

Fiona and Carl abruptly turn their heads to meet each other’s shocked gaze. Four years? How didn’t they tell anyone it’s been so long? They couldn’t believe that they weren’t aware of the boy’s long relationship until quite recently.

Mickey nods his head. “Haven’t gotten fed up with your ass just yet, Gallagher,” he said with his usual cocky smirk.

“That’s because you love me, duh,” Ian rolled his eyes, and made the comment sound like it was obvious.

Carl couldn’t help but smile at the drunken conversation that his brother and Mickey were having. He never got to experience the sight of a real and strong love– other than Kev and V– so it was nice to see. This is the type of relationship he wanted to have one day.

“Hmmm,” Mickey joked. When Ian’s brows furrowed in fake sadness, Mickey gave in. “You’re right, you’re right. I love you,” he sweetly pecked his boyfriend on the lips. “Oh shit, you made me really fucking gay.”

Ian smirked. “You’ve always been really fucking gay, dumbass! Now you just got someone to be gay with.” He kissed Mickey. “I love you toooooo,” he hummed.

They kiss for a short few moments before Ian started giggling into Mickey’s mouth. “What the fuck, Firecrotch?”

The nickname “Firecrotch” caused Carl and Fiona too gag. It was definitely not nice hearing Mickey refer to their brother that way. The two eventually gave each other a look that said they should stop being creeps and watching the couple, so they were about to head to their bedrooms when Ian’s voice distracted them once again.

“Remember when you threatened to rip my fucking out if I kissed you?”

Mickey scowled at him without any real threat. “Shut the fuck up,” he said bashfully. He hated that he tried pushing Ian away for so long.

From the look in Ian’s eyes though, Mickey knew he was not going to let up. “You were so scared, Mick. I waited about two and a half years for you to kiss me—” Ian gets cut off by Mickey’s lips.

When they separate from the kiss, Mickey has a satisfied expression when Ian is staring at him and looking starstruck. “Well you got what ya fucking wanted now, didn’t you?” Ian nods. “I like kissin’ you,”

“Are you goin’ soft on me?” Ian joked with a grin. When Mickey scowled at him once again, he shook his head. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding! I like kissin’ you too,” he kissed his cheek.

“M’tired,” Mickey mumbled.

“Wanna go upstairs and sleep?”

“Too far,” Mickey shrugged. Neither of them turned to see the stairs so they were still completely unaware of Carl’s presence there. They also didn’t turn towards the kitchen either so they didn’t know Fiona was there as well.

Suddenly Ian sprawls himself out across the couch. He motions for Mickey to do the same, so he obliges. The two boys wind up laying face to face. Their arms are wrapped tightly around each other and their legs are intertwined.

Mickey almost immediately closes his eyes, and just as quick Ian starts talking again. “Mickey,” he says.

“What? I wanna fucking sleep,” he responds without opening his eyes.

“You’re pretty,” he kissed Mickey’s forehead.

Red rushed to Mickey’s cheeks after hearing the compliment– he still wasn’t used to that stuff. “Shut up,” Mickey said softy. “Go to sleep, I love you.” He nuzzled his face into Ian’s neck.

“I love you too. Good night,” he was practically beaming in joy as he shut his eyes.

Each boy fell asleep extremely fast due to the amount of alcohol they consumed earlier. They were definitely going to be facing a wicked hangover in the morning.

Fiona and Carl are left staring at the sleeping couple with wide eyes. “You think their out?” Carl’s asks.

“Out cold– I hear snoring,” Fiona responds as she walks forward.

“I know they were drunk, but holy shit,” Carl laughs. It was nice seeing Ian so happy.

Fiona reciprocated with the same chuckle. “Who would’ve thought Ian could make fucking Mickey Milkovich  fall in love? That kid really does have a heart,” she said.

“Only for Ian though,” Carl added.


They both took one last glance at the couple before heading upstairs to go to sleep. For a moment they were both stuck in their own separate thoughts of wanting a relationship like that. Ian and Mickey were head over heels in love, and they may not show it all the time, but that type of love is what people dream about.

Danny things I've written that I still enjoy

•"Geez you competing with space for my attention?“
•"Maybe laughing on the roof was a bad idea.”
•Danny waved his arms from where he lay on the ground. “Help, I have fallen and I cannot get up.”
•"Hi! I’m Danny. Try to calm down! You’re safe. Mostly. Can you tell me your name?“
•"They’re my harem.” Danny said, trying to muster the most serious face he could.
•"What hath I wrought.“ He bemoaned sarcastically
•Danny lay down and tried to lie his way out of it, "N-NO YOURE DELIRIOUS. HaLLUCINATION JUICE. ALL A DREAM.”
•Danny slowly reached through the floor for his phone.
•"Cute how you’d think space would give a heck.“
•"I– you were doing the thing. I don’t have a word for it but you were doing it? So um don’t do it. Please?”
•"Jazz says that we may not always receive answers we like but the truth can carry us far.“ Danny took another bite. "Or something like that.”
•And I probably maybe won’t come back ever again so uh bye.“
•Danny smirked as he ducked into an alley. "Caffeinated sugary cereal will be mine!”
•Danny shook the thermos violently on his way to the Phantom Portal. “I swear I better not be internally bleeding you little donut holes!”
•Danny draped himself over his roommate, “feed the boo-ghost.”
•"You know, my friends think I make these stories up…" He commented drily as he observed the swirling vortex of mirror shards and ash.
•Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” He paused. “…is what I hope you’d say to me because I literally just half-died today.”

concept : I am laying on the ground and my hair is intertwined with the grass. the dirt is the dirt but it is so much more than just dirt. the sunshine is pouring it’s love onto my face and my body is warm. I am here and I am alive and the world is turning. there are good days and there are bad days but today I chose to remember the good ones. there is love in my heart and for once that’s enough to sustain me for a while. there is sunshine and happy days ahead.

more post-curse beauty & the beast headcanons, enjoy! (fluff)
  • adam letting only belle tend to him when he’s sick/injured
  • can we talk about the fact that adam would be so protective over belle like he would never let anything hurt her
  • mrs. potts teaching belle how to make the most lovely teas/hot drinks during the fall & winter
  • belle and adam sitting in front of the fire on cold nights, wrapped in each other’s arms and covered in blankets
    • cuddly adam
    • adam falling asleep as belle plays with his hair
  • the kitchen crew teaching adam how to make the grey stuff
    • adam making desserts for belle using the grey stuff once he’s mastered how to make it
  • adam: *is looking at himself in the mirror* “i’m so glad i don’t have that stupid tail anymore”
  • belle watching adoringly as adam befriends phillipe in the castle stables
  • adam: *does the growlbelle: “don’t use that tone of voice with me”
  • belle and adam laying on the castle garden grounds at night, watching the stars
  • adam picking a single rose from each rose bush to make a beautiful bouquet for belle, just because he can
Well, I mean, it IS the law

So let me set the scene. The dungeon the party was in was ruined to the point where the stone brick walls were starting to “melt”. The party of four had just reached a door when the elderly undead Warlock of the group holds up his hand to halt everyone. He points his scythe at the door and says “We need to watch our step, ‘cause whatevers behind this door is pulsin’ out magic somethin’ fierce”. The Rogue, in his drunken stupor, unlocked the door in an instant and the darkened corridor filled with the scent of blood and iron. As the party is shuffling silently into the room, the young Druid of the group pointed towards the center of the room where she could make out a dim glow that lay close to the ground. The Ranger began to panic a little, as she was a close combat fighter and recognized the glow. A full suit of Heavy Enchanted Armour sat in it’s eerie glow. The scene then played out a little something like this

Ranger: ooooOOOHHH, nopenopenope. I can’t deal with that, dude. Hooo, nope

Rogue: Ah, don’t'cha worry, ye wee lass. That thing there couldn’t hear a boulder- *uninteligable slurs as Skype gives out at the perfect time*

Rogue OOC: I’m gonna fuckin’ sneak past this bitch

DM: *withholds a loud snort* Bruh, do it you won’t

Rogue: *rolls an 18 and begins to sneak towards a door down the way*

The Armor: *Jolts up at full attention, bellowing* STOP, IN THE NAME OF THE LAW, CRIMINAL! *Charges at full speed towards him*

Rogue: WHAT’S THE CRIME? *In a drunken rage*

The Armor: * freezing in place, having never been asked this before* I-… UHM… THE CRIME IS LIVING, AND THE PUNISHMENT IS DEATH!!!

Warlock: *raising his hand* S'cuse me, sir, but I’m not alive, may I pass?

The Armor: …..PROCEED?

On Earning the Favor of Hunters: Do’s and Don’ts


1) Compliment their cloak

In the wild, Hunters often bond via social grooming; well-timed flattery can encourage an otherwise antisocial hunter to engage. As they tend to perform better when confident, this is also a useful battlefield tactic.

2) Pick up the tab

Hunter social dynamics are built upon a complex system of favor-trading, posturing, and outright lies and bribery. The gesture of paying for a bar tab is a good way to ingrain yourself with the “Pack.”

TIP: lay ground rules early and be wary of semantic traps before offering, otherwise you may find yourself with empty pockets. For example, say “Your next drink is on me, if you order the same thing you just had within the next thirty seconds” vs. “Drinks are on me.”

3) Encourage healthy competition

Hunters are often motivated by the opportunity to show up Warlocks. If there is a Hunter on your fireteam, suggest low-stake wagers or other competitions to instill in your Hunter the desire to act. Otherwise, they may be reluctant to engage in group activities or patrols, and can become less inclined to socialize in the future. In extreme cases, a poorly-socialized Hunter can grow sulky and lazy. Intentionally losing on occasion will inspire your Hunter to double down on their attempts to outdo your successes.


1) Express outright disbelief

Asking for a story is an excellent way to ingratiate yourself with a Hunter, and most story-tellers respect healthy skepticism about their tall tales, as this gives them an opportunity for further posturing. Be wary, however, of outright disbelief. Responses are unpredictable, and range wildly between Hunters: back-slapping good humor is relatively common, but so is immediate violence and the occasional mating proposition. 

2) Offer anything for free

Favors and verbal bartering, while a necessary element of Hunter interaction, must be granted judiciously. It should be made clear that, even if you do not expect immediate repayment in kind, you do expect the favor to be returned. For example, taking on a part of a Hunter’s workload without establishing that you expect to be recompensed somehow, at some point in the future (remember to clarify terms as you deem necessary), is a good way to both lose the respect of your Hunter and encourage bad behavior. Remember: you must work hard early on to instill good habits in your Hunter.

3) Make a promise without knowing what you’re promising

On a similar note, never accept a verbal contract before you are completely certain what your Hunter is requesting of you. For example, on the subject of favors, the proper response to a Hunter asking if you will “Do [them] a favor” is not “Yes.” It is: “What did you have in mind?”

It is important to stay vigilant: even such throwaway terms as “Sure, I’ll help” can be construed as binding. Breaking a promise carries a serious stigma in Hunter society, and is a good way to find yourself ostracized or worse.

4) Insult their knives

This will end poorly.

- A Warlock’s Guide to Hunters // Anonymous

Harry going to the BRITs, regardless if he is indeed going to perform a song with Ed or not, would be a great opportunity for him to start reappearing in the public scene, and talk about his future projects. That’d be great publicity, and he could lay the grounds for his first single.

the signs as i know them

aries: being able to tell someone anything, stolen library books, braiding someone else’s hair, singing really loudly (and off tune), half deserted bowling alleys, trips to ihop in the night, following a back alley, doing something without thinking, finding that “morality, in all forms, is completely irrelevant”, the colors purple, red, and yellow

taurus: sarcasm, a hearty laugh, runs to walgreens early in the morning or late at night, laughing and crying at the same time, “who cares?????”, missing someone but unable to admit it, just messing with you to watch you get annoyed, wanting to get high 24/7, bicurious as fuck, the colors dark brown, light blue, and beige

gemini: passive aggressive comments, big sweaters, laying in the ground with someone you love, staring at the ceiling and laughing, a 90s gym floor, going for runs together, leggings and boots, dancing in a skirt, running around the house with a blanket when its cold outside, playing with matches, the colors white, red, and blue

cancer: missing someone who doesn’t miss you, string lights, getting cozy in a tent camping outside, laughing until your sides hurt, sunglasses inside because they’re just that cool, the absence of the ability to distinguish between platonic and romantic relationships, long hugs, hot tea, the colors grey, light blue, and deep purple

leo: freaking out over new music, knowing all the words to that one bon jovi song, shaving some hair off just for the hell of it, going to protests and marches, excited shouting, feeling like you’ve known someone your entire life, wanting to help the world, the colors red, orange, and green

virgo: studying witchcraft, the ability to sense bad vibes, dying your hair, the feeling of traveling far away from home, wanting more out of life, the feeling of knowing your friends are always going to be there for you, warm red lipstick, being gay to the max, california, vinyl records, warm tea, polaroids, the colors pink, black, and white

libra: quick kisses, wearing his football jacket, laughing, painting your walls, saturday afternoons, believing in ghosts and spirits, dark theaters, loving with your whole heart and nothing else, seven minutes in heaven, missing school to go to a concert, the colors tan, dark green, and grey

scorpio: picking up cats, staying up way too late, the moon, trying to be mysterious but laughing the whole way through, realizing you care about someone so much more than you care about yourself, dark eyes that you can barely see into unless light shines on them, the colors black, purple, and black

sagittarius: slow dancing with a friend in a hazy room, knowing all the words at a concert, regretting something you can’t fix, extravagant gift giving, nostalgia and forgiveness, pastel pink roses on a doorstep, old scraps of paper you should’ve thrown away but kept, wanting to trust someone, the colors pastel yellow, blue, and dark purple

capricorn: flowers kept in old soda bottles, string lights, stealing clothes from your best friend, giving away paintings as gifts, the literal physical embodiment of aesthetic, trips to an art museum, throwing kindness like confetti, the colors off white, green, and purple

aquarius: looking at the stars, 110% believing in aliens, humming to fall asleep to, long car trips, feeling someones heartbeat and falling at ease, late night gas stations, disney world, roller coasters, being away from someone and wondering if they’re thinking of you, winged eyeliner, healing over bad times, the colors blue, pastel yellow, and black

pisces: climbing out onto your roof, childhood friendships, lost time, camping in a trailer, lucid dreaming eternities in the present course, waking up after a nightmare, staring at the moon, testing the boundaries of the human condition, golden retrievers, the colors light purple, light yellow, and light pink

8 | You’ll Never Walk Alone



series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as alcohol and violence, description of injuries

Originally posted by jaesbum

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Groaning in pain as your back slammed against the gym mat for the thirteenth time that hour, you steadied your movements to a gradual stop as you tried to catch your breath, admitting defeat and throwing your hands up to surrender, the burning sensation in your ribs growing impossibly hotter. Jackson stood above you, looking down at your body with an amused grin as you almost cried in agony. Again. This was your fifth self defence lesson and yet there you were, laying on the ground begging him to stop. Again.

“You know the whole fucking idea of self defence if that you’re supposed to defend yourself from the attacker, right?” He kicked his head back as he laughed at your struggle with no guilt or consideration lingering beneath mocking tone.

He was right. You’d never felt so weak before, so vulnerable and pathetic as your bruised body barely managed to get to it’s feet so you could look him in the eye.
“You’re not teaching me anything! You’re just hitting me!” You protested as you limped away from him to grab a well deserved drink of water. Bending down to get inside your gym bag was the very definition of pain, your body felt like you’d been hit by a truck and battled with a shark in the same day.

“Rule number two; always be on guard. You’re expecting me to tell you my every fucking move, my training isn’t about that. It’s about heightening your senses, knowing your surroundings, spotting your attackers weaknesses before it’s too late…” He spoke calmly as he quietly walked up behind you, earning you to turn around and catch his fist before it could strike your ribcage.
“Well would you look at that? You actually learned something. See; I don’t just hit you for the sake of hitting you.” Jackson smirked, effortlessly tearing his hand from your tight grip.

“What’s rule number one?” You frowned as you crossed your arms, trying your absolute best to conceal the proud smile threatening to spill over your lips. It was the first time since beginning training that you really felt like you could do this, that you could really take care of yourself without having somebody else save you.

“Never fall in love.” He stated nonchalantly, pulling you from your thoughts whilst patting his sweat-beaded forehead with a white hand towel, signalling the end of the session.

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Spandex is for amateurs

Blueliner was pretty cute for a superhero, but then again so was Derek Nurse…

Dex had known his day was going to be awful. Nothing bad had actually happened that morning, but there was that feeling in the pit of his stomach. That all too familiar feeling that meant he’d run into him today, which meant Dex left his place wary of everything and everyone.

He was right to be suspicious.

Dex’s face was pressed down into the disgusting carpet, a heavy boot resting on his back. The boot, sitting heavily on an old bruise, was an uncomfortable pressure that got worse the longer it was there. He crushed the urge to shift and lay stiffly on the ground. It wasn’t even lunch yet and his day had gone to shit.

“Hurry up, Chad! That’s enough for now. We gotta get out of here before-“ 

The Chad at the till let out a cry of “Chad!” as the boot, and attached Chad, flew off of Dex and into the wall. He was wrestled to the ground, quickly cuffed, and Money Chad darted for the bank entrance. Before he made it beyond a few steps, Money Chad was trussed up like his partner. It was over in the blink of an eye.

Honestly, what was wrong with these guys.

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tripped out

all the colours seem to swirl

 and my pupils dilate

 my pulse begins to race 

and my hands start to shake

i look around and things are melting

the floor turns into a hole

falling down a darkened tunnel 

confused on where to go

i see things running around me

but they really aren’t there

i hear noises coming from the outside

that no one else can hear

i lay down on the ground and stare at the moon

it starts to talk to me

and the sun comes out too soon

the sun decides to hate me

and blister me with its rays

and once i’m out of that trance

i have at least 5 more pills to take

Anti-Hate Sonnet

Okay, so I know this is really random but I was reading a text post and someone was like “oh, of you’re gonna comment you should do it in sonnet form” and I got kinda overexcited and wrote a sonnet so here it is!! It’s kinda about Karamel but more so just about love.

One fateful night a pod from Krypton lays

Upon the ground, a women dressed in red

Approaches him, the man who’ll change his ways

Become a hero in his life instead

Perhaps you say my ship is not but trash

My friend, you think whatever you’re inclined

Caused by this man, the sides of fandom clash

Even by canon shall not an ending find

Spread love, my friends, let not hate overtake

a thing that comes too soon, too soon, I see

Ship who you want, and hate who you will hate

but let the shipper, and the hater be

we are one fandom, whether we are thrilled

So love, love on, lest not our show be killed