like the pink and everything is killing me

kalalalito  asked:

Favorite Harley quotes?

  • “I’m rubber, you’re glue, whatever you say bounces off me and makes a six-inch-diameter exit wound in you.”

  • “After all this time–all these years–you and I have history. I know what you think of me. You think I’m just a doll. A doll that’s pink and light. A doll you can arrange any way you like. You’re wrong. Very wrong. What you think of me is only a ghost of time. I am dangerous. And I will show you just how dark I can be.”

  • “I want a lawyer! I want a doctor! I want a cheese sandwich!”

  • “Anyone who throws boomerangs has some real issues letting go.”

  • “I’m going to kill you. For everything you’ve done to me. All the times you’ve made me feel useless and small. For all the times I will never forget. For all the things I can never forgive. All the memories.”

  • “The furries are cheating!”


’ She’s a female! And all females is poison! ’
’ They’re full of wicked wiles! ’
’ What are wicked wiles? ’
’ Now what are you, and who are you doin’ here? ’
’ You’re Sleepy! ’
’ How’d you guess? ’
’ You mean he/she can’t talk? ’
’ Speak! Let me see thy face. ’
’ Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all? ’
’ Lips red as the rose. Hair black as ebony. Skin white as snow. ’
’ The huntsman has brought me proof. ’
’ ‘Tis the heart of a pig you hold in your hand. ’
’ The heart of a pig! Then I’ve been tricked! ’
’ Find some secluded glade where she can pick wildflowers. ’
’ And there, my faithful huntsman, you will kill her! ’
’ Silence! You know the penalty if you fail. ’
’ But to make doubly sure you do not fail, bring back her heart in this. ’
’ I beg of Your Highness, forgive me. ’
’ I can’t. I can’t do it! Forgive me. ’
’ Why, I don’t understand. ’
’ She’s mad! Jealous of you! She’ll stop at nothing! ’
’ Now, quick, child, run! Run away, hide! ’
’  In the woods, anywhere! Never come back! Now go! Go! Run! Run! Hide! ’
’ I’m awfully sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. ’
’ But you don’t know what I’ve been through. ’
’ I was afraid. I’m so ashamed of the fuss I made. ’
’ What a cute little chair. ’
’ Oh, dear! I wonder if the children are. ’
’ I said, how do you do? ’
’ Shh! Not so loud. You’ll wake her up. ’
’ A fine bunch of water lilies you turned out to be. ’
’ I’d like to see anybody make me wash, if I didn’t wanna. ’
’ Now, a formula to transform my beauty into ugliness. ’
’ A blast of wind to fan my hate. ’
’ Now, begin thy magic spell. ’
’ But wait! There may be an antidote. ’
’ There may be an antidote. Nothing must be overlooked. ’
’ It’s apple pies that make the menfolks’ mouths water. ’
’ Yes, but wait till you taste one, dearie. ’
’ Like to try one, hm? Go on. Go on, have a bite. ’
’ I’ll share a secret with you. ’
’ This is no ordinary apple, it’s a magic wishing apple. ’
’ One bite, and all your dreams will come true. ’
’ Now, make a wish, and take a bite. ’
’ Oh, I feel strange. ’
’ Her breath will still. Her blood congeal. ’
’ Now I’ll be fairest in the land! ’
’ But, where will you sleep? ’
’ No! No! I mean we’ll be comfortable, won’t we? ’
’ I’d like to dance and tap my feet. ’
’ Now, I’m warnin’ ya. Don’t let nobody or nothin’ in the house. ’
’ Thirsty? Have a drink! ’
’ Dip the apple in the brew. Let the Sleeping Death seep through. ’
’ Look! On the skin! The symbol of what lies within. ’
’ Have a bite? ’
’ Want to know a secret? Promise not to tell? ’
’ We are standing by a wishing well. ’
’ Your wish will soon come true. ’
’ Why, the whole place is clean. ’
’ They ain’t stole. They’re hid in the cupboard. ’
’ My cup’s been washed. Sugar’s gone. ’
’ Don’t touch that, you fools! Might be poison. ’
’ See? It’s witch’s brew. ’
’ I couldn’t help it. I can’t tell. When you gotta, you gotta. ’
’ Please don’t send me away. If you do, she’ll kill me. ’
’ She knows everything. She’s full of black magic! ’
’ She can even make herself invisible. Pfft! Might be in this room right now! ’
’ Next thing you know, she’ll be tyin’ your beards up in pink ribbons. ’
’ If you let me stay, I’ll keep house for you. ’
’ I’ll wash and sew and sweep and cook. ’
’ Uh, can you make dapple lumplings? ’
’ We’ll clean the house and surprise them. ’
’ Yes! We, we gotta save her! ’
’ Don’t be afraid. We’re right behind you. ’
’ Oh, it’s adorable! Just like a doll’s house. ’
’ Supper’s not quite ready. You’ll just have time to wash. ’
’ I’ll fix ya! I’ll crush your bones! ’
’ And now, a special sort of death… for one so fair. ’
Their Amy; His Liebling (pt. 15)

(I guess I could’ve saved this for tomorrow… but I don’t want to. So here you go, cutie pies. This takes place sort of around “Happy Birthday!” the one-shot from earlier today. Sorry if it’s a bit long…)

Mark has Google flip the Full House Call switch, and the building erupts into alarms and flashing lights. Host and Google greet the other Egos at the door of the Board Room, but they’re really waiting for Dark to arrive. The black and white Ego comes flying around the corner in a rush of smoky aura and pulsating ringing. He’s ready to kill.

Host steps into his path before he can enter the Board Room. “The Host is supposed to inform Darkiplier that he will not be permitted to attend today’s meeting and will subsequently be escorted back to his office where he can jump out the window for all Host cares, but Darkiplier is not getting into this room.” Host smiles, tilting his head to the side in a way that makes Dark feel like he’s being mocked. “Google will be escorting Darkiplier away now.”

The droid steps up, grabbing hold of Dark’s arm. Dark stares at them both with fiery black eyes, shell cracking and splintering and jerking. He’s so mad that he could tear the whole building down around their heads. But he won’t.

Dark straightens himself, brushing his suit back into place with a few deft movements. “Fine.” He rips his arm from Google’s grasp. “But I can find my office on my own. Thank you very much.” Dark turns on his heel and stalks away.

Host takes a deep breath. “Wow, that felt good.” Google smirks sideways at the Host, and they find their seats at the table quickly and quietly as Mark stands in Dark’s position at one end of the table with Chica on the floor nearby.

Mark fidgets for a moment, his hands twisting around each other as he prepares himself. “Listen, guys. I’m not going to pretend like I can tell you what to do,” he says simply. “But I’m here to say a few things, and if you want, afterwards I’ll leave. But at least hear me out.”

The Egos remain silent until Wilford leans in with a, “Go on.”

Deep breath, Mark thinks. “I want there to be some changes with the way things work around here. So far, Dark has had a grip on all of you. Whatever he wants he gets in whatever way he can.” Mark leans his fists on the table. “I don’t want that anymore, not for you or Amy or anyone. But I’ve gone over it time and time again in my head and…” Mark looks down at the table, “I can’t bring myself to kill him.”

Silence. He looks up at the Egos, the ones seated at the table and the ones who are forced to stand. Dark has broken them, set them against each other, the ones with seats and the ones without. And he made himself the leader. He’d found his power, and as promised, he’d done whatever he could to keep it.

“But there are other ways to beat him,” Mark insists. “There are other ways to take away his power. We just have to work together, support each other, build each other up instead of letting Dark tear everyone down. If you can promise me that, I will do everything in my power to keep you from fading, to give you what you need and help you.” Mark straightens with another deep breath, another glance around at the Egos. “So, what do you say?”

More silence. Then swiveling heads, whispered words, and worried glances. They all trickle down to Wilford’s end of the table until the pink Ego stands solemnly, which is a change. Wilford brushes his fingers through his hair with a sigh. “Dark won’t like this one bit. In fact, he’ll probably try to kill you for it, if he gets that chance.” He nods towards Mark. “But if you’re willing to take that chance, so are we.”

Mark smiles. “Then let’s get to work.”


Amy glances around as they are led inside. The house is magnificent, a big front porch that wraps around the whole place and twinkle lights strung throughout the halls—Bim’s personal touch, he points out. “And you’re all going to live here?”

Wilford nods. “We’ll still work at Ego Inc. during the day. It’s where the studio and the clinic and such are, but we’ll spend most of our time here.” Wilford points towards the kitchen. “There’s a door in there that leads straight to the Inc., and another one out of the garage leads here from Mark’s house.”

Amy whirls around. “Really? You can do that?”

Warfstache points at Bim. “That one can. He’s a genius with little tricks like that.” The two of them share a knowing smile. They’ve enjoyed working on the house together these last few weeks, and Bim is beginning to feel a little less like Warfstache’s employee and a little more like his partner. “Dark won’t be able to get through the doors, so as long as he doesn’t know where this place is, he can’t get here.”

Mark steps into the den with a glass wall looking out on the lake. “It’s gorgeous, guys. You really outdid yourselves with this place.”

“Oh, this isn’t even the half of it,” Bim says, rubbing his hands together. “I included plenty of secret passageways, surprises, and even some underground tunnels!” He does a little dance, and Amy giggles.

Mark smiles at his Egos for a moment before that smile drops unexpectedly. There’s still a very important detail to be worked out. “Guys, can Amy and I get a moment alone?” Bim and Will glance at each other again before shrugging and leaving to help the Host move in his boxes and boxes of books. Mark turns to Amy. “So, what do you think?”

Amy looks over the house again, what she can see of it. It’s cozy and warm and quirky and just perfect. “I can’t believe you got them to do this.”

“We did it for you,” he says with a hitch in his voice. “To keep everyone safe. Without Dark’s influence, the Egos will be better.” Mark takes Amy’s hand gently. “Is it enough?”

Amy grips his hand and smiles. “It’s more than enough.” She’s glad to see his expression melt into another warm smile. “Now, let’s go check on our boys.”

Lucifer x Prophet!Reader Chapter Four

Warnings: SMUT SMUT

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Fandom: Supernatural 

Notes: Final chapter ): Also the end is so fluffy you might cringe. Just a warning. 

You reached your hand out, timidly petting the lion in front of you. It just made a soft, deep noise and rubbed it’s head roughly against your hand and arm, then it padded around you to rub against your side. You smiled widely and scratched it’s long main as it laid down, rolling on it’s stomach.

“I knew you’d enjoy this.” Lucifer said as he watched, stroking a black panther that was laying its head in his lap. You were out in some kind of island, large wild cats roaming around. Tigers, lions, cheetahs, leopards, jaguars, panthers, everything you could think of. And they were all friendly. They sensed Lucifer’s grace, and they took very kindly to him and you.

Nearby a tiger splashed around in a small pond with its cubs, making cute chuffing noises to each other. A family of black panthers basked in the sun, sleeping while a pair of cheetahs chased eachother around a tree.

“This is so relaxing. Such a beautiful experience.” You said and laid down on the lion, your head resting in its main and your hands rubbing and scratching its ears. “Thank you for taking me here.”

“Of course.” He said and rubbed soothing circles in the panthers head. “That lion loves you. I can feel its emotions radiating off of him.” He said and you smiled, scratching it’s ears again. This was the best therapy you could ask for. A few cubs came and played with the large lion who sat up to give them attention, you assumed he was their father.

You stood up, wiping some of the hair off of you and walked over to sit next to Lucifer. The panther gave you a look before settling back down onto his lap. You smiled at it. “He’s beautiful. Thank you again.” You said and rubbed the panthers side, it was so very soft.

“It’s getting late, we should go back to your cabin.” Lucifer said and you frowned.

“Okay.” You said in a sad tone and leant down to kiss the panther. “I’ll come visit you guys again.” You said and stood up, saying a loud goodbye to the other large felines.

As you appeared in your cabin you scared your dog, who barked loudly in surprise. Once he saw it was you he started jumping around your feet. Lucifer wasn’t there with you and that made you sad. But you supposed he had things to do. So you ate supper, fed your animals, locked your doors and climbed into your large king sized bed.

You laid in bed for a moment before you started thinking about Lucifer again. He was so sweet to you. So kind. So beautiful. You laid in bed and thought of his eyes, his skin. It was so soft too, especially his hands.

His hands.

Your cheeks warmed up as you thought about his fingers. They were long, and thick. And cold. He was a cold man. His chest was probably cold and it would probably be cold pressed up against yours. Your eyes closed at the thought, your hand slipping under your sheet between your legs. No shame entered your mind as a smile graced your lips. His fingers were yours for the night, thinking of his eyes locked on yours and his facial hair grazing against your thighs. His forked tongue between your legs. His hands roaming around every part of you, his cold hands making goosebumps rise all across your skin. His tongue on your neck, licking you, your cheek, his cool tongue entering your mouth. Kissing you as he removed his cold fingers from between your legs, placing something else down there. You finished your session then, sweating and breathing heavily with a lazy, satisfied smile on your face. Then you fell asleep with his name on your lips.

The next morning he took you out to town to buy some books. He said he could get you any book you wanted, but you wanted to go out and see other people for a change. He took it as an insult at first, but then remembered humans were social things.

“I read this book in highschool.” You commented lazily, looking at the title of the book in front of you. “I hated it because of my teacher. He was quite the asshole.” You said and Lucifer remained quiet, watching the people in the bookstore. You turned to look at him with furrowed brows. “Lucifer?” You asked and he looked at you.

“Yes?” His voice was so calm and soothing you almost forgot what you were going to say.

“I was talking to you. Is something up?” You asked and smiled, trying to brighten the obvious awkward mood.

He shook his head and turned back around with arms crossed, watching everyone move around. You just sighed and turned back to the bookshelves.

When you checked the books out and left you could tell Lucifer was in a hurry to get you back to the cabin. But you liked walking, it felt good outside and it was nice to see other human beings. He watched everyone who walked past you, glaring them straight in the eyes and looking over his shoulder as they past to make sure they weren’t looking back.

“What is the matter with you?” You laughed as you stopped at a crosswalk, looking both ways.

“All these people. Too many humans. You should hear what they’re thinking.” He muttered and you sighed. A car stopped to let you pass and you walked across the road. Halfway across you heard a loud honk and instinctively you dropped the books, shielding your face. When nothing happened you opened your eyes to see a huge dent on the hood of a silver car. The man got out, cursing at you to watch where you were going. But you had the right away. The light was red.

Lucifer was on him in seconds. He pinned him against his car, punching him in the face a few times, knocking out a few teeth and you were pretty sure he broke his jaw. You ran over to him, pulling Lucifer off with all your might. “Lucifer, stop!” You cried out and he finally backed away, the man slumping against his car with a tooth falling out of his mouth.

A crowd of silent people looked at you, wide eyes and mouths. You felt tears build up in your eyes as you picked up your books. “Lucifer, please, take me home.” You begged and then you were in your kitchen.

“Why did you do that?” You asked as you set the books down on the table, your hands shaky.

“He almost killed you.” Lucifer said in a low tone, blood still on his fists and face. “Then he had the audacity to yell at you. He deserved it.”

You wiped away the tears from your eyes and leaned against the counter. “Give me some alone time.” You said quietly and he disappeared.

A few days later he visited with a small aquarium full of starfish as an apology. You smiled widely as he set it on the table in the living room next to the t.v. “How does it look?” he asked, watching the small pink creatures slowly climb around on the rocks and other colorful decorations.

“It looks very cute. They’re so tiny and adorable.” You smiled and leaned over, watching them closely. You didn’t notice it but Lucifer was watching you closely. You also didn’t know that when you were repeating Lucifer’s name a few nights before, he heard it. He appeared to see if anything was wrong, but nothing was. Normally he would have left, but knowing that what you were doing, and knowing it was for him, he stayed. It was creepy, yes, but he didn’t have the strength to leave. If it was any other human he wouldn’t even have been affected. But the two of you were bonded, paired. So the pleasure you felt, he felt as well that night. He tried to act normal around you after that, but it was so difficult.

How would he bring it up? How would he let you know that he wanted to please you with that ‘cold, forked tongue’ of his? He smiled to himself as he watched you gaze at the small creatures. The things he could do to you. The ways he could please you. He would love to watch you squirm and moan under his body.

“Want to go for a walk?” You asked and he looked up from his daze, nodding. You smiled at that. “I’ll bring my dog, he likes walking with you.” You said and picked up the blue harness, strapping it around your dog. You attached the leash and he jumped around happily, ready to go outside.

Lucifer lead the way, choosing the path through the woods that led to a large lake. It was pretty out there, that was a given. Everything around here was pretty. Lucifer made sure it was perfect for you.

You sat on a log, watching Cujo run around in the sand and the water. He would need a bath when you got home. You looked over at Lucifer who was watching a plane fly overhead, a white trail in it’s wake.

“Did you read the books?” He asked and you nodded slowly, explaining you had finished one and were halfway through the other. When you finished talking it was silent again and you chewed on your lip.

“So…” You started. He looked over, his blue eyes sending chills down your body. “You said you’d tell me the story of why you…” You trailed off as he looked back to the lake. He knew what you meant.

It took him a few minutes, but then he spoke. “Heaven. It was perfect. Beautiful. Gardens of every type of plant you could imagine. But mostly roses. God knew I liked white roses, so they were the popular pick. Gabriel liked the yellow ones, Michael liked the dark blue ones, and Raphael liked the pink ones. I suppose rose colors are irrelevant. But they weren’t to me. Everything was perfect, peaceful, love was everywhere. Harmony and justice. But then.” He stopped and clenched his fists. “He created humans. Adam, and Eve. They weren’t perfect. They were at first, but it didn’t take long for them to start sinning. I tried to convince father to kill them off, they were murderous beings. But he didn’t listen. So I took matters into my own hands.” You listened carefully, making sure to keep your eyes locked on him the entire time. “I didn’t think anyone would find out. I had Eve eat the apple. I just wanted peace again, I just wanted father to see how truly evil and naive they were. But Uriel. He saw and told. I tried to convince father it was for the best but he had none of it. He had Michael cast me down. He was going to take my wings.” He was tearing up. Lucifer was tearing up. “I loved them more than anything. I loved my brothers and sisters more than I loved myself. But they didn’t care. All they saw was my one flaw, and they turned against me. My own family.” He stopped talking. That was all he needed to say. You wrapped an arm around him and rested your head on his shoulder, rubbing his back. You didn’t say anything, you just rubbed soothing circles in his back and arm.

The sun was setting when you finally left. Lucifer stood up without saying a word, snapping his fingers. You, your dog and Lucifer were back home. Cujo ran off into the pets room to eat and drink, so you closed the door behind him. It was their bedtime anyways. You hung his harness and leash on the door, and before you could fully turn around Lucifer was on you. You almost screamed in surprise, it was so sudden and jarring. 

He pinned you against the wall, kissing your lips so hard and rough, so needy. Like he was thirsting to death. His forked tongue was cold, just as you had imagined. You wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to get closer to you. You parted for air and he snapped his fingers again, and you were in your room. It was so random, so sudden and unplanned, but it made it all the better. You had no idea Lucifer liked you back this way.

He had you against the wall again, this time with his mouth on your neck. He bit down hard, causing you to cry out and dig your nails into his shoulders. He had no idea what he was doing to you. Your thighs already ached and a slow pain built up between your legs. “Lucifer.” You winced, but the pain felt good. His cold tongue licked your neck and down to your collarbones, chills rising all over your body. In an instant your shirt was gone and his lips were on your chest. He teased you, his cold tongue tracing circles around your nipples before taking them into his mouth and gently nipping them. You moaned, throwing your head back as your knees felt weak. You could barely stand.

Then, your pants were gone, and your panties. He dropped to his knees in front of you, his head immediately between your thighs. You cried out in pleasure as his facial hair rubbed against your skin, rubbing it raw. It burned but his cold tongue soothed the hot pain. Then, his fingers trailed up your thighs. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling roughly and bucking your hips against his face. His tongue slithered between your already dripping folds. It flicked against your clit and you groaned loudly, rubbing yourself roughly against his mouth. “Lucifer.” You cried out, your eyes closed tightly. “Oh my, oh my, yes, yes!” You cried with a wide open mouth, a smile on it as well. He knew you were cumming, he shoved two thick fingers inside you and curled them hard and fast. You came hard, your cum slowly leaking out from inside you. You slumped down against the wall, breathing hard, eyes closed. Lucifer smiled, looking at the mess he made of you.

“You are one of God’s only humans I enjoy.” He said and picked you up, gently setting you on the bed.

“I think I love you.” You whispered, still tired from your orgasm.

“Funny, because I know I love you.” He smirked, taking his green long sleeved shirt off. Next came his light brown tee-shirt, then his pants. He was a glory to behold. You sat up, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him undress. He was about to climb on top of you but you stopped him.

“Let me please you.” You whispered, a hand on his cold chest pushing him down flat on his back. He looked up at you, that wicked smirk still on his face. “You deserve it, you deserve everything I can give you.” You said and leant down to bite at his side. He tensed up, closing his eyes. You bit down sharply on his hip and he jerked a bit, a sharp intake of breath coming into his mouth. You smiled and looked at him, he had long curly blonde pubes. You assumed he didn’t really need to shave, that was probably something he never considered in his life. You tugged at them and he jerked upwards, his erection pressing up against his stomach. You took one long lick up his shaft and he let out the first sound of the night. It was a soft exhale, a shudder. The air in the room dropped a few degrees and you shivered a bit. You took your time licking and teasing before taking his head into your mouth. He groaned deep inside his throat with his eyes still closed. His salty precum tasted better than any other you had tasted. You closed your eyes and took him into your throat, hollowing your cheeks out and bobbing your head up and down. His hands went into your hair to grab a fistful, pulling roughly. You cried out and he jerked you up.

His blue eyes told you everything, he wanted to be inside you. You smiled at him and allowed him to flip you over on your back. As soon as your back hit the mattress he wasted no time in pushing himself inside you. A loud, sharp cry escaped you as he filled you up, pleasure shocking you. “Lucifer!” You moaned, clawing at his back. He started thrusting immediately, rough and fast. Hard and ruthless. He whispered out your name many times, biting deep into your neck and your chest.

Words came out of his mouth that you didn’t understand, it was another language. “Enochian.” He whispered, answering your internal question. You moaned at that. He was praising you in angel tongue. He continued pounding into you, each thrust hurting and feeling so good at the same time. “(Y/N).” He groaned and thrusted hard, causing you to shout out in pain. That thrust was a bit too rough. But, it made you orgasm again. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you arched your back, your mouth open in a silent cry. You rode out your orgasm, shaking slightly, then slumped limp against the bed. Lucifer came after that, cumming inside you. It was cold, so cold you shivered fiercely. But you didn’t care.

After that Lucifer snapped his fingers and you were both clean, as if straight out of a shower. The bedsheets were changed, and the room was a nice warm temperature. You both laid on the bed, naked and tangled between each other.

“Thank you.” He said, kissing your neck. “Thank you for not hating me for who I am, thank you for loving me.”

You smiled into his neck, your eyes closed. You hadn’t been happier in your entire life. “Thank you for protecting me and making me the happiest human on earth.” You said and he pulled you closer to him, kissing your forehead.

He was glad you were his prophet. He was glad he was your archangel. He was glad you loved him, and he was glad he loved you.


character aesthetics: Estela Montoya (Endless Summer)

My father abandoned my family when I was just a baby. So I was raised by my mother and my uncle in San Trobida. My uncle taught me the ways of our family business. He taught me everything I know. How to hunt… How to fight… How to kill. My mother though… She always dreamed of a better life for me. A peaceful life. A safe life. That’s why she loved working for Rourke International… Because it was our ticket out of there.

part 1 of: i love this fandom and you guys make me emotional

Everyone is being so sweet and adorable and emotional today and I just felt like I should add my valentine’s sugar to it too. 

I got this blog almost two years ago, not coincidentally when I moved to Texas with just my boyfriend, from Florida from where I had spent my entire life in. I was very alone and since I’m not the coolest of cats, making friends has been…extremely difficult lol.

But getting this blog, and joining this fandom, I’ve really found myself looking forward to come home and see who’s posting on the dash, see who’s chosen to grace me with their follow, or who’s left me a tumblr message (remember, before the IM system haha).

@sinuyasha and @inukag were the first people to welcome me and reblog my writing and just became my overall points of contact for anything fandom related. I felt accepted and wanted and this was the only corner of the entire internet I could really call home. I can’t thank them enough for always being genuine and kind and beautifully forgiving ladies. On top of the fact they’re funny and gorgeous so I really lucked out befriending them. I owe my entire blog to them, and my activity, and my heart.

Later on I’d come to meet my squad, @kristicles @thequeenwillruletheboard @narkik @mirsan and @ohstarfire, and grow an overwhelmingly wonderful bond. I mean dudes, we went to Disney AND Universal Studios together. I’m pretty much married to them. (Which does mean you guys have to give me half your shit in case of divorce). I’m keeping it short for ya’ll cause I don’t care about you at all (I would set fire to myself if you thought for one second that was true). You are my people. You are my shots of whiskey in the dark. 

To the fandom:

I really would have never expected to feel love radiating from some of you towards me. I feel in my heart I don’t even deserve it. I have done nothing (or everything wrong). And you guys posting your fics and your art, and your edits, and all you’re LOVE and you’re FRIENDSHIP, it holds no value because it is PRICELESS. But I feel it towards all of you. I get it. It’s weird it’s unheard of maybe for a small anime fandom, but I FEEL IT. I love you guys. I would never want a single one of you to leave, or if you do have to leave, just please stay in touch. Please keep updating your fanfiction.nets, please keep updating your artwork online when finished, I just…

If you’ve been in this fandom for the past year, you get it. And it almost feels like we’ve all collectively been through some drama here and there together. I’ve made mistakes, I regret getting involved in things all the time, but I appreciate every single one of you who hasn’t deleted me from their life. I appreciate how I can still turn around and count on you guys to be there for me. And I will always be there for you. I love that after a giant cloud of darkness shrouded us, freaking @inuyashapositivity pops up like a ray of sunshine. We are an amazing incredible wonderful fandom and we are loud and vibrant and beautiful. 

@onikik, @little-known-artist @wreathoflaurels, @arnavsinghraizada, @gobodosama, @artistefish @meselfandwhy, @inuijiness @starzki@scribefigaro @smilebomber @kaze-ranna @412rebelled @hanmajoerin @ashcanvas (SHHHH…ASHLEY I DIDN’T JUST ADD YOU THIS MORNING BECAUSE I HAD A BRAIN FART LAST NIGHT…ILY) you guys have seen me at my worst and for some inexpiable reason you’re still my friends and I respect and admire you so so much. I really can’t put into words properly, but my respect for you is something that can and will never vanish. I consider you guys a huge reason why I enjoy the Inuyasha fandom as much as I do. I’m comfortable around you guys and I hope you feel the same way around me. I love you guys, and I would do anything for you. I’d end someone’s life for you. I’d jump into battle for you. I’d throw all my money at your face if I knew it would make you happy. Thank you for being my friends. Really. You are my inner-circle, and without you, I am just a square. 

I’ve met some new people in the past year, who maybe I don’t talk to but I feel like I’ve gotten to know more simply through the small interactions we have, and whom I’m so so so happy joined tumblr to grace us with their content, their presence, and their overall humor and love and joy. 

@grapefruitwannabe, I remember I was in a stream with you and someone was urging you to post your sketches and you were reluctant about it, and god now look at you. Your art is incredible. It’s unique, it has a style, it has movement. You give a tremendous amount to the fandom and you never ask for anything in return. You are so nice too? You know how rare it is to find kind people who are just the sweetest creatures ever? You are a precious cupcake too good for this earth, and we so blessed to have you. 

@sess-kik I knew from the moment you made the taylor swift/kanye west meme, that I regretted not being considered one of your friends. You are fucking oustanding. You are hilarious. You make my ribs hurt. You are like a baby beyonce. I mean that. Picture yourself as beyonce’s’ child because that’s how I view you. 

@justafewsmallsteps you know what’s crazy is that I followed and admired you from afar for so so so long. I am a huge fan. I mean. HUGE. I mean, ridiculously huge. I mean I may have printed out your art and have it stored in my cabinet so I can look at sometimes because I was that (maybe i still am idk) obsessed with your work, and to find out you are a shining ball of sunlight and positivity and love and friendliness. You know…what that feels like ? It’s like meeting a Disney Princess in real life. 

@coquinespike HAHA LOOK SOMEONE TAGGED YOU AGAIN. I’M SORRY. Listen I actually always see you in my notes. I always read your tags cause they’re fucking hilarious. Your comments on things are A+. I don’t know why I didn’t start following you sooner. I am an idiot, what else is new. Cheers to the future.

@keichanz what took you so long to join tumblr, i keep asking myself this question. EVERYONE KNOWS THE KEIZ FROM FF.NET. You are always supporting InuKag and the fandom and there’s a lot of bloggers that I know would not be the same without your presence. I see names all the time that were just quiet little daisies, and you watered those plants and now look at them. You’ve inspired so many people, and you are always just so generous and so loving. Thank you for writing, thank you for participating in events, thank you for being the oil in the inukag gears. Quite literally. 

@lovely-taijiya GABY. DID YOU KNOW THAT I THINK ABOUT YOU ALMOST EVERY DAY. Okay well. Now you do. I get so happy when I see your art on my dash. I get full of butterflies and good feelings. If you were around I would hug you constantly and hold you close to my heart, because you deserve unnerving amounts of love. 

@kag-san you are a gift granted to us by the gods. you are an angel. you are a walking living breathing version of the virgin mary and I would weep at your feet if i could because I think you deserve everything in life and more. Trust me when I say the people who ship things, make me ship things harder. And this candle for KagSan is now a torch and it’s setting my house on fire but I couldn’t be happier. 

@piggy-in-pink you are like Sesshomaru. And by that I mean you are silent and we may cross paths and look at each other and I would be totally fine with you killing me because I admire you just that much. But no honestly, you are wise and clever and I love your work and your existence a lot. Thanks for never changing your url also, it makes life so much easier. (TAKE NOTES PEOPLE)

@mmhinman I remember the first time I went to your blog. You submitted a bunch of wonderful art for InuKag week late, and it blew my mind. I couldn’t believe someone would submit SO LATE but also have it be SO QUALITY. Haha. Your art brings me life, and I can’t thank my lucky stars enough that fate pushed you my way and onto my dash. Thank you thank you thank you. 

@macabre-and-cheese you know that really cool girl in the lunch room who sits with her posse, and is immensely more awesome than you and dates all the attractive people, and knows all the cool songs and she could say “frosty” once and it becomes a meme catchphrase, okay yeah, you know that person? that’s you. on my dash. that’s you. I’m always like “if i reblog this onto my personal, my personal blog gets that much cooler” and I think I have 80 followers on my personal blog now and I owe that all to your and your coolness i swear to god I do. 

@kago-make-dean-some-pie YOUR URL IS SO LONG. EXPLAIN IT TO ME. I love that I’ve gotten to know you better and your AMVs are the bomb dot com. You are so willing to make others feel amazing and wonderful and I hope you feel that way every single day of your life. You are so down to earth and I love you very much.

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anonymous asked:

"I can't stop throwing up." with a sick Yurio, please! I love your writing!

Wow holy crap I’ve finally filled in a request. I’m so sorry it’s taking forever. I hope this is somewhat decent…

Yuuri knocked on the bathroom door, deciding that half an hour was plenty of time for the Russian punk to puke on his own. He and Viktor could hear the retching from the living room, and the poor boy sounded like he was dying. “Yurio?” Yuuri called in, listening to the strangled coughs on the other side of the door. “How are you doing? Do you need anything?”

Leaning over the toilet , Yurio groaned in weak annoyance, his head lolling as a queasy hiccup made him lurch further into the bowl. “Fuck off, pig. I’m puking.” he croaked before going into a coughing fit. It started weak and dry, but it quickly turned harsh and abrasive.

When the coughing turned into a retch, Yuuri turned the knob and pushed the door open a crack just in time to see a wave of fluid rush out of Yurio’s mouth and into the toilet bowl. Yuuri cringed at the sight, but did not hesitate to step in and take a seat on the floor next to the choking boy. He sighed as he gently collected Yurio’s hair into a ponytail that he held with one hand, using the other to rub his back.

Recovering from the round of heaving, Yurio panted as he desperately to regain his breath. His face was red with the strain, and tears were dripping down his cheeks. “Ugh,” he moaned, disgusted with himself and the horrid taste in his mouth. “I can’t stop throwing up.” With a grimace, he spit to rid his mouth of the lingering sick, and wiped the tears from his cheeks.

Yuuri sighed sympathetically, feeling the teen shaking beneath his touch. “You’ll be all right,” he murmured as his hand on Yurio’s back ran up and down soothingly, occasionally settling between a shoulder blades or the small of his back in concentrated circles.

A wet gurgle in the Russian’s throat made Yuuri cringe, looking away as a pathetic splash hit the water. He felt the boy’s back arching and the muscles tensing as sounds of painful gagging echoed in the small bathroom. Empathy almost made Yuuri feel like he could retch along at any moment.

A gasp and a small hiccup ripped out of Yurio’s spasming chest before his stomach shoved up another mouthful of bile. The strain alone set his throat alight in burning pain, the violent expulsion resulting in vomit entering his trachea. Immediately, his threat seized and his lungs began quivering. Harsh coughing wracked his small frame, getting weaker as air left him, unable to be replaced due to the irritation in his throat. Yuri tried to take a gulp of oxygen, but it bubbled back up in a loud retch.

Alarmed by how violent the vomiting was, and the subsequent choking, Yuuri’s hand became more forceful on the sick boy’s back. He slapped his back now instead of massaging, hoping to help open up his airway. “Shh,” he cooed, “Easy, Yurio. Breathe, breathe…”

Yurio gagged again, his body shaking as it strained to expel the last of its contents. At first nothing came up, but as his stomach pushed, a small stream of bile dripped down his chin and into the dirty water in the bowl. Though it sent razors down his esophagus, Yurio was relieved that he could finally breathe again. As if vomiting that last bit had opened up his throat, a gasp pulled air into his suffocating lungs. He coughed violently as they spasmed.

Yuuri reached up and ripped off a piece of toilet paper, using it wipe the mucous and bile from the younger boy’s face. Yurio, to his surprise, did not protest the help, only groaning weakly and squeezing his eyes shut. After dropping the soiled paper into the water, Yuuri flushed everything away, figuring Yurio was too weak to do so himself. “Any better?” He asked, only half hopeful that the episode of nausea was over.

The head of messy blond hair bobbed in a small nod, but then a dry heave had him diving back into the bowl. He broke out into weak coughing, turning his pale face to lay against the toilet bowl. “Nngh…” he moaned, pink cheeks glistening with sweat. “I feel like shit.”

Stifling an involuntary chuckle at the obvious statement, Yuuri gave the younger boy’s back another rub before pushing himself stiffly to his feet. “I can tell.”

“Kill me. Please. Just kill me,” the teenager begged dramatically, his voice hoarse and cracking.

Yuuri rolled his eyes, reaching down to help Yurio up. “I can’t do that, but I can definitely help you out of this bathroom and into bed.”

Opening his eyes for the first time since he had stopped vomiting, Yurio gazed blearily at the older man helping through his stomach’s torment. “Good, this bathroom fucking stinks…” His arms were trembling as they reached up to accept the help off the floor.

“Yeah, stinks like vomit,” Yuuri laughed lightly, pulling Yurio’s arm over his shoulder and supporting most of the boy’s weight. He could feel the adolescent’s thin body shaking up against his side as he ushered him out of the bathroom and toward the bedroom. It was only around thirty steps away. Even still, Yurio seemed so weak, Yuuri thought he might not even be able to walk that short distance.

As it turns out, Yuuri was right. Not halfway down the hallway, Yurio’s quaking knees collapsed, sending him crumbling down. Luckily for him, Yuuri caught him with a surprised gasp before he could fall to the floor. “Whoa, whoa… I gotcha. Take it slow…”

“I’m so dizzy,” Yurio croaked, his hand coming up to knead his forehead. There was a dull pain beginning to pulsate behind his eyes. “I can hardly see where we’re going…”

Concerned, Yuuri took more of Yurio’s weight upon himself. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there. I’ll guide you. You just focus on not throwing up in the hallway.” He saw Yurio nod and close his eyes again, and took that as the go ahead to move along. He kept each step slow and even, pulling Yurio upright whenever he swayed or started slipping.

Slowly, they reached the bed and Yuuri gently lowered the frail skater onto the mattress. Once there, he pulled the blankets up and over Yurio’s shoulders, seeing him visibly shivering with a fever. “There you go… is there anything I can get for you?”

Yurio shook his head, already half asleep the moment his body hit the softness of the bed.

Yuuri smiled, happy to see the look of agony etched into his fair features slowly relaxing into a relatively peaceful sleep. “All right. I’ll bring you some water and medicine later, just rest now.” Before anything else, Yuuri eyed the trash bin and moved it to the side of the bed. “Bucket is next to you if you need it,” he informed Yurio, not entirely expecting the kid to even hear him

An incoherent mumble of acknowledgement left Yurio’s lips in response, but his body language curling into the pillow told Yuuri that the time for talk was over. With a gentle smile, Yuuri turned and quietly left Yurio’s messy bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Mycroft's Alternate Episode Titles
  • A Study In Pink: Security Cameras May Actually Be More Fun Than Cake; Just Kidding
  • The Blind Banker: IDK I’m Not In It, Seriously, I’m the Bloody British Government
  • The Great Game: Dammit Sherlock You Can’t Make Your Goldfish Do Everything
  • A Scandal In Belgravia: I Thought You Were Gayer Than That; Never Mind
  • The Hounds of Baskerville: Ain't No Paperwork Like Secure Military Base Paperwork
  • The Reichenbach Fall: That Goldfish May Actually Kill Me
  • The Empty Hearse: Legwork
  • The Sign of Three: Cake Versus Treadmill: The Battle Begins
  • His Last Vow: Paperwork AND Legwork
  • The Abominable Bride: Cake Wins

anonymous asked:

Out of everything, Steven and Ruby's interaction bothered me the most. Like "I'm just glad you'r safe," and "I tried to help you?" BULLLLSHIT. Yeah he did one good thing for and that was healing Ruby. But that one good deed doesn't compare to the stack of awfulness you put them through. Maybe stop feeling bad about your mother killing Pink Columbus and care about happily leaving a bunch of people to die in space?

I can’t believe we were supposed to forget he told Navy they intended to leave them in space like lmao what a shit ass kid

Wow, um, okay. THAT was some really specific wording.

“Gave up her physical form to make you.” Is that just a fancy way of saying she died in childbirth? Except it sounded more like a deliberate decision. Like she willingly gave herself up. This is some crazy shit for a kid’s show, people.

Holy shit… Is THAT Rose??? She’s fucking gorgeous. The pink hair with huge ringlets, the lips, everything. God damn. 10/10 would bang. Good job, Greg.

Oh wow, it’s really in here! Nice! Now Greg can prove himself to the gems.

Okay, seriously, this is some shit me and my spouse would do. In that ENTIRE storage shed, you don’t have some real rope Greg??? I’m finding that hard to believe.




I keep hearing rumors that one of the Zircon lawyers accuses one of the diamonds of shattering Pink.

To me that seemed like foreshadowing and I swear if this is correct then to me it will be a major cop-out. Everything that Steven had faced would be false and although that would bring him great relief, it totally defeats the purpose of that entire arc happening. That arc was supposed to show that Rose wasn’t exactly good despite the pedestal she was held on. It was meant to show that there is a grey area, so if one of the diamonds killed Pink it would just seem like a major let-down.

That’s just what I think though, I hope Rose actually did do this to complete the arc and let Steven grow and understand perspective. I want this show to reach that peak again that it had in the Peridot arc and give us an amazing ending.


I’m insecure about my chub my acne and smile :(

Safe Inside - Two

Nobody Like You

I’m alive if living’s just a beating heart ‘Cause we won’t admit we’ve taken it too far. I know it’s love 'cause I will always be the first to start making up excuses when it hurts.

But I’m alone, I’m alone, I’m alone again. And all I want, all I want is to feel again
There’s nobody like you, nobody like you.I’ve tried “goodbye” a hundred times, not one of them true. Nobody like you, nobody like you. I’m screaming, “I don’t want you” but you know that I do. (Nobody like you)

Strong, a side of me you never found 'Cause you only see me when my guard is down. And it’s wrong, and I hate that it’s the truth. But I only like myself when I’m with you

But I’m alone, I’m alone, I’m alone again, and all I want, all I want is to feel again.
There’s nobody like you, nobody like you. I’ve tried “goodbye” a hundred times, not one of them true. Nobody like you, nobody like you. I’m screaming, “I don’t want you” but you know that I do.

Mike woke to the pink hue of the early morning sky. It was that time in between sleep and awake where everything still seemed so quiet, those who had work were sneaking around trying not to disturb their loved ones, and those decisions made the previous night weren’t yet put under the spotlight of the sun. He was slightly disoriented. A nights rest was a new concept for him, and then there was Ginny nuzzling him and purring like an attention seeking cat. “Just one more time.” She whispered and he groaned playfully.

“You’re trying to kill me, Baker.”

“Oh, come on, old man. I know you’ve got one more round in you.”

“Seven innings is usually where I stop.”

“A little overtime won’t hurt.” She teased, throwing a leg over him, and making it very easy for him to slip a hand between her thighs.

“I could just cause a rain out.” He mumbled into her hair and a little moan rolled in her throat. She buried her face into his chest and rolled her hips into his hand. The immediacy of her arousal was all he needed to come around to her side of things. She giggled pleasantly when he slid her on top of him and the sky projected an array of colors through the windows to paint her skin like a canvas. Mike was admiring the art piece that was her figure as she positioned herself over his length when her phone blared an obnoxiously loud beeping noise through the room. She lunged for it and he growled into the palms of his hands.

“When did we get our phones? I don’t even remember coming to the room.” Ginny asked as she swatted at her cell on the side table. She swung her legs over the side of the bed to sit up while Mike kept his eyes closed in an attempt to bring down his blood pressure.

“It was after the third time.”

“That’s right. You said you wanted to show me your bedroom.” She chuckled, distracted by something on her phone. He recovered enough to lean over and press his lips to her shoulder. His true motive was to peek at what she was doing, but kissing her was quickly becoming a habit he couldn’t shake. He felt like an addict or a person suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder. It wasn’t just desire, it was necessity.

He spoke into the flesh of her back. “And yet, somehow we ended up in the shower.”

“That was all you, big guy.”

“That’s a new one.” He said with a proud grin and she looked around at him with a wink.

“I think you earned it.” She stated, and licked her lips before leaning in to kiss him.  

“Even without the over time?”

“Don’t push it, Lawson.”

Her phone buzzed again and he growled into her mouth. “Who is texting you this early?”

“I forgot to respond to Livan last night. He’s checking that I’m alright.” She replied matter of fact.  

“That’s nice of him.”

Ginny snorted and shook her head. “It’s not exactly like I could tell him I was here.”

The words lingered and neither of them moved to say anything. It was the first time since last night on the sidewalk that either of them had acknowledged the position they’d put themselves into. Outside of the ones they’d acted out all over the house. Mike noted that Ginny had suddenly become very rigid; the muscles in her shoulders stiffening against his face. He knew where her mind had gone because his had stumbled down the same path, but he didn’t like the way she seemed to be closing in on herself and out of his reach. Instead of trying to placate her with assurances he couldn’t make, he looped an arm around her waist, and pulled her back into bed. She didn’t fight and settled in at his side but kept her face hidden behind a curtain of hair.

“We messed up.” was all she said and Mike could feel the pound of her heart against his side. He hummed and then cleared his throat.

“Do you regret it?”

“Not yet.” She stated honestly and his own heart started to sputter and chug like a car engine struggling to turn over. Ginny didn’t appear to mind his silence but he was not satisfied by her answer.

“Then we’ll stay here.” He said quietly and she expelled her laughter in a short huff but still didn’t reply. A few more minutes passed before she did and he could tell that she was stripping for him in a way that was much more revealing than removing her clothes.

“Until you move to Chicago.” She added in a small voice that stuck him like thousands of tiny needles. It wasn’t intentional. She was trying to make sense of it all herself. He could hear it in the careful way she chose to speak. “Did you mean it when you said you don’t know what you’d do without me?”

“You heard that.”

“It’s why you’re running to Chicago, isn’t it? Part of the reason at least.”

Mike wasn’t sure how to explain his feelings in a way that made since but he couldn’t lie to her. So he didn’t. “You scare the hell out of me, Ginny Baker.” He admitted, and she actually raised her head to find his eyes.

“Maybe it’s good you’re leaving then. I’ve already broken my no ballplayers rule.”

“Yea, maybe.”

“No awkwardness with the team.”

“We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

Her eyebrows furrowed as she came to a conclusion he wasn’t privy too, and he couldn’t help feeling the decision wasn’t in favor of either of them. Without explanation, she propped up onto her elbow, and leaned in to take his mouth with her own. He returned the kiss, and did so again and again until once more they buried themselves in one another.

When he woke again, Ginny was still asleep, and he was hungry. He watched her for a few minutes and then grabbed his phone before leaving her to rest. Somehow he’d missed ten calls, all from Oscar, all followed by progressively louder voicemails. Still, he decided he would wait to call back. He didn’t want to let the outside world in just yet. Instead he cut on the coffee machine and started pulling food out of his fridge and spices out of his cabinets. He was leaning over a hot pan when his phone rang once more with Oscar’s number.

“What is going on? Did you misplace your hair gel?” Mike questioned when he picked up.

“I’m sure it’s with your bengay.”

“What do you want?”

“For you to stay.”

“Come again?”

“I never wanted you to go, Mike, but I was under pressure to make a decision.”

“And I made the decision. Now you’re going back on it?”

“You are a padre.”

“That’s weird cause that sounds a lot like something I said.”

“Don’t make this difficult. Just say you’ll stay so I can put the brakes on this whole thing.”

“I don’t know that I can.”

“Can what?”

“Say that I’m staying. You made it pretty clear that it’s my time to move on. So I am.”

“You belong here, Mike.” Oscar replied and Mike could only think of the woman asleep in the next room. What would become of him and Ginny if he stayed? He could only remind himself of his behavior leading up to last night, and why he’d chosen to go in the first place.

“I don’t know if that’s true anymore, Oscar.” He muttered as he weighed the pros and cons in his head. The same idea kept planting seeds in his head.

“What if I told you I’ve already taken the steps to keep you?”

“I’d hope you were kidding.”

“Just think about it.”

“I don’t need to. I’ve made my decision.” Mike stated firmly, and Oscar laughed nervously.

“Just think about it.” He repeated before hanging up, and leaving Mike to stew in his frustration.

“That didn’t sound like a very happy conversation.” Ginny said, startling him as she shuffled into the room wearing his Padres sweatshirt, and raking her hair out of her face. He suddenly couldn’t imagine anyone else looking the way she did in his clothing, and at that moment everything else outside of this space with her seemed insignificant.

“I haven’t had my coffee yet.”

“Bad form, Lawson.”

“I’ll remember for next time.”

“Next time, huh? I only slept with you because you were going away. Don’t make it awkward.” She teased but quickly ushered the conversation to the next topic before he could say anything. “Is that breakfast?” She questioned and he nodded with half a piece of bacon still hanging out of his mouth. She made a face and shook her head. “No thanks.”

“Sit your ass down, Baker.” He demanded and she gave him a defiant smirk before plopping down into a stool across the counter from him.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I tried. You bit me.”

“I did not.” She giggled, reaching over the countertop to grab some bacon off of his plate. He swatted at her hand, missing, and pointing the knife at her as she continued to crack up. He nodded, basking in the way her laughter filled him in a way that food couldn’t.

“You did, and you snore a little bit.”

“Shut up.”

“It’s kinda cute.”

She threw a piece of fat at him and sat herself back down. “Why are you making omelets anyways? You hate omelets.”

“You like them.”

“You actually remember that?”

“Hard not to when we’ve had far too many conversations about the best way to eat an egg.”

“I’m passionate about breakfast.”

“And you were still going to pass up my food? I’m offended.”

“I didn’t want you to think you had to cook for me.”

“I didn’t think I had to. I wanted to.” He stated as he stared down into his pan. He waited a few seconds before looking up to see her watching him with a smile.

“Be careful, Old man. I might start to think you like me.” She said as she wiggled out off her stool and rounded the counter. He chuckled loudly though nerves pulled at his insides.

“I cook breakfast for all the woman I have over.”

“That sounds more like it.” She chuckled before stopping beside him and spinning on the spot. “Now where would I find the coffee cups?”

“You use those? I thought you drank it straight from the pot.”

“I thought I’d share today.”

“How kind of you.” He replied as he moved away from the stove to reach over his shoulder to pull open the cabinet. She took two and turned to give him a Cheshire Cat like grin.

“I have my moments.”

“So I’m learning.” He said incapable of watching her lips as Ginny tipped her head back to make them available to him. She was the first to break from the kiss, dipping under his arm to slap his sweatpant clad ass, and reaching for the coffee pot. He followed her with his eyes and a pointed finger while his laughter danced off his tongue. “Behave yourself or I won’t put on your morning cartoons.”

She guffawed rather loudly as she threw a look over her shoulder. “The geezer’s got jokes.”

“Hey, I happen to like them too.” He said with a big grin while cutting off the stove. She cut her eyes at him, brown and full of mischievous amusement, and wandered away with her steaming coffee cup hugged tightly to her chest.

He kept his own eyes on her as she meandered about inspecting the small memories he’d decorated his house with. He couldn’t even recall most of what was lying around but she was intrigued and he liked that look on her. In the midst of his observations Mike was almost laid out by a new sensation, a surprising notion that he’d never thought would come in this museum he’d built to shelter himself, but it was there. It was small like kindling waiting to be ignited; the idea that his cold house could actually be a home. A home with her in it.

“Your face is actually shaven in this picture. I didn’t think that was possible.” She called, and he had to crane his neck to see what she was talking about. It was a picture of him and his groomsmen at his wedding. Mike had indeed forgotten he’d hung that up.

“I didn’t always look like a cousin from dynasty.” He said, grabbing both of their plates, and crossing to her before moving to his coffee table. He wiped it down with a few paper towels while she inched closer to the picture.

“When did you make the change?”

“Towards the end of my marriage I thought I’d try something new.” He said before sinking into the couch cushions. Ginny took a step back, and then shook her head.

“I don’t like it.”

He scoffed though his cheeks must’ve turned the lightest shade of red. “I thought you hated the beard.”

“It’s growing on me.” She said with a sheepish grin and his face only got hotter. Ginny didn’t appear to notice as she waded towards the couch and sat down beside him. Mike placed her plate down in her lap and reached for the remote. By the time he’d settled on a channel and looked back at her, she’d already made it halfway through her omelet, and finished her coffee. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she shrugged with one shoulder and a full mouth. “What?”

“Where does it all go?” He laughed and she wiggles in her spot.

“My ass.”

His chuckles burned on their way out, and Mike shook his head as he pushed himself to his feet. “I’m glad you like it. Change the tv to whatever you’d like. I’m going to go put on a shirt.”

“Does that mean I have to put on pants?”

“Not at all. You can take the sweatshirt off too if you want.” He said with a smirk, and she snorted.


Her voice followed him into the hallway but faded as he entered his bedroom. The bed was still unmade and he found himself wishing they were back in it as he grabbed a T-shirt from his dresser drawer. As easy as it was to forget everything else while he was with his rookie, the phone call with Oscar was still floating around at the back of his brain, and he knew he’d eventually have to find a way to tell Ginny. He was actually coming up with ways to broach the subject on his way back to the living room when his heart sank. The familiar monotoned sound of a reporter was wafting to him like a bad smell as the house was filled with the newest story in sports.

“Sources are reporting that Mike Lawson might still be a Padre after all.” The reporter read as Mike emerged into the living room once again. Ginny was holding the remote in her hand and cut her eyes from the screen to him.

“Is that what the phone call was about?” She questioned as she tapped the volume button with her thumb. Mike took a few steps forward as his hand scratched at his beard. Nerves had his heart bouncing around his stomach.

“Oscar says they want me to stay now.” He explained as his mind jumped three steps ahead in effort to find the right words. Ginny looked from him to the TV and back again a few times before hitting the power button to shut it down all together. He was half expecting her to yell when she met his gaze again.

“It wouldn’t have to be awkward, ya know, if we…if we did this.” She stammered bashfully and he was stunned into what he would later wish was silence. But his mouth was moving faster than his common sense was.


She held up a hand as she got to her feet. “We wouldn’t even have to tell anyone. Not at the start at least.” She continued as she curled into her sweatshirt and twisted to face him. “Yea..okay, so It’ll be weird at first but if…”

“Ginny, I’m not staying.” He said quietly, wavering a little closer as her eyes searched his face for his meaning. Her eyebrows furrowed as though she were angry at herself for not understanding.


“I told Oscar I still wanted to go.”

Mike had to force himself to look at her, to take in the entire brunt of her reaction to his decision, but Ginny seemed to power down. She didn’t say a word before sweeping past him and making quickly for his room.

“Hey.” He called before following but she acted as though she couldn’t hear him. “Ginny, please…hey!”

He caught ahold of the jackets sleeve and she nearly walked right out of it. He let go so as not to cause her any harm and she snatched up her phone before whipping around.

“Were you even going to say anything?”

“Yea! Yes…of course.”

“Right.” She retorted indignantly, biting down on the inside of her cheek before shaking her head, and turning about in search of what he assumed were her clothes.

“I was going to tell you. I just wanted to tell you in the right way.” He insisted but could tell she was only partially listening whilst shimmying into her jeans. When Ginny couldn’t locate her shirt, a low growl swam out through her gritted teeth, and she tugged at the sweatshirt as passed.

“I’m taking this.”

“Will you please stop for a minute?”

“There’s nothing to say after that, Mike. You had the choice to stay, and you’re still leaving.”

“I’m not needed here anymore. My team…that team is moving on without me. I’ve been replaced.”

“Not by me.”

“It’s the right decision for me and for you, Ginny.”

“No.” she snapped as she stopped abruptly in the middle of the hall. Mike had to sidestep her to keep from running her over. She stumbled back to keep her distance but her anger proceeded to billow around them like a cloud of smoke. “You don’t get to make this about me. You don’t get to feel better about this.”

“I’m not tryi…” he began. Only, he didn’t want to argue with her, he just needed to make her understand. So his words halted and took on a new form. “Last night would’ve never happened if I knew there was a chance I was staying.”

“You’re right, but it did.”

“And it doesn’t change a thing.”

“It does if you actually meant anything you said.”

“I’m leaving because I meant every word.” Mike admitted firmly. Ginny narrowed her eyes but he could tell she was finally listening him. “I don’t belong here anymore, Gin. I’m on my way out and you…you’re on your way up. There are still so many things for you to learn and records for you to break, and I’ll be watching every damn step of the way but it won’t be as your catcher. You need someone like Duarte. If I stayed, I would drag you down with me, and I won’t be the reason you fail.”

Mike’s hands shook at his sides as Ginny blinked up him. She took a deep breath and then a smile pressed her mouth into a straight line but it didn’t reach her eyes. “You are so full of shit.” She scoffed, and then once more made her way towards the exit.

“It’s the truth.” He replied as he trailed in her wake.

“It’s selfish. You’re not doing this for me, you’re doing it for you because you can’t handle the fact that you actually have feelings for the rookie. You’re ashamed.”

“No, I’m not.”

She finally looked at him when she reached the front door. “You’re Mike Lawson. You want something, you get it, and you make sure everyone knows that.”

“This is different.”

“No, it isn’t. You don’t know how to deal. So you’re running from the problem. It’s another thing you’re good at.”

Mike’s anger blistered. “You’re pretty damn good at it yourself, Baker. Why did you wait until last night to say anything to me? Right, because it was easier when you thought you wouldn’t see me again.”

“Easier, yes, but after all was said and done I’d still stick around.”

“You say that now but, forgetting our baggage and the age difference, when was the last time you had to work right beside the person you’re dating? Wait, that’s right, you don’t date ballplayers just for that reason.”

“That didn’t include you.” She cried heatedly as she swiped furiously at the strands of hair in her face. “That never included you.” She repeated and he was surprised by the certainty in her tone. He softened, his frustration waning as every impulse told him to take her in his arms, but instead he kept still and tried to reach for her with his voice.

“I need you to believe me when I tell you that I’m making this decision for you because I want to make you happy. I need to make you happy, and the game makes you happy. Livan will get you where you need to go, and you will always have me no matter where I am.”

“You’re making the mistake of thinking I need another man telling me what’s best for me.” Ginny said. There was no more anger or malice, just a disappointment that he could feel in his bones. Her eyes met his pointedly and she raised took hold of the doorknob. “You think abandoning your team and me is the best option, fine, but you don’t get to use me as an excuse. Feelings aside, I don’t want Livan, I want you. You are my catcher. I want you on that field with me, and you’re not allowed to judge that decision or tell me I’m wrong because I’m not the one running cause things got hard.”

“Gin…” he started to say but she’s pulled open the door and his voice was drowned out by that of another. Both he and Ginny were caught off guard by the redhead on his doorstep.

“I don’t want you to go…” Rachel professed with tear stained cheeks though he words trailed off at the sight of the two of them. Ginny’s expression churned in confusion as she didn’t bother to turn to speak to him.

“There’s a reporter on your doorstep.”

Rachel took in the sight of both of them before she gazed past Ginny to set her attention on her ex husband. “Tell me you didn’t, Mike.”

He opened and closed his mouth once or twice. “Rachel…” was all he could muster, and Ginny nearly snapped her neck while bringing her head around to gape at him.

“Rachel? Your ex wife, Rachel?”

Everything just clicked

Okay, first and foremost, I am operating under the very likely possibility that Pearl, our pearl, is White Diamond’s pearl. Everything fits there- the timeline, Pearl’s origins- everything.

So now, can the court please humor me and consider: the corruption song. We all know what it is. But how does it work? Well, I believe I have the answer. We have three gem powers; one can instantly poof a gem, the other can control a gem’s emotion. But what about the third? White Diamond’s powers. Well, I believe that she can control and edit memories. Think about it- Corruption is a metaphor for mental illness. The best way to make someone take a physical form relative to their mental illness is to make them forget everything.

So now you’re asking, where does this all fit together? Well. I believe that White Diamond killed Pink Diamond. But how is amazing, and I can’t wait to see how far off I hit the mark.

Keep reading

Happy Little Phil

That draw is not mine. Credits on the picture.

Summary: Dan and Phil have a fight over Dan being jealous. Dan’s crying when suddently reminds himself of how they started to date. He, then, finds a way of apologizing with Phil.

Word count: 1559

Genre: Fluffy, some tears, Songfic (I think)

Warnings: None c:

A/N: Please remember some things may sound a bit weird ‘cause Im bilingual, and English is my second language. You can tell me what I did wrong to help me :3


Dan’s POV

I was lying on my bed. Tears running down my face as I heard our voices screaming in my mind again and again.

How can you be jealous of Ryan? He’s just my friend and you know it!" He asked, sounding hurt.

"I was just your friend in the beginning, remember?" I shouted back. "We used to hang out together and that’s how we fell for each other, how can I know that you’re not going to do the same with him?”

“If you trusted me you would know that I love you and I can’t think of anyone else in the way I think of you!”

“And how can I believe you’re not fucking him already?”

His angered expression turned into a hurt and upset one. He looked like he couldn’t believe he had heard what I’ve said, and to be honest, I couldn’t belive either.

“Is this serious, Dan? Do you really don’t trust me? Do you really think I’d ever cheat on you? After all?” Shit, his expression and his voice where so hurt.

“No! Phil, I didn’t mean to say that! I’m sorry, of course I trust you! I just-”

“You think I’m goint to replace you just because I have a new friend. Yeah, I see how much you trust me.” He said before storming upstairs to his room, slamming the door. I couldn’t help but let the tears fall, running through my cheeks.

I can’t believe I said that to him. I’m an idiot. I trust him, of course I do, I’m just scared. I’m not good enough for Phil, and I’m lucky of having a perfect boyfrind like him. I can remember the day we got together like it was yesterday. It’s still the best day of my life.

Phil was out on a date one of his friends had made him go saying he was already 25 and needed a boyfriend. I was sitting on the couch, scrolling down on tumblr. You’re probably thinking that was pretty normal of me and deduce I was completely okay, but I was scared. I was feeling vunerable. Phil has been out for two hours now and I was scared that the guy who he was on a date with would steal my best friend from me. I had been secretly in love with him for five months now and it was killing me. Stare at his perfect blue eyes and pink lips every day and not be able to kiss him, not be able to tell him how much I loved him. It was just a crush in the beginning, but I screwed everything in my life by falling in love with my best friend.

I suddently closed my laptop and ran upstairs to my room, not being able to control the tears. What if he likes this guy? What if they start dating? What if he forgets about me? I sat on the chair in front of my keyboard and looked at the keys. I brushed my fingers over one of them and pressed it. I sighed and started to play. I let my emotions consume the song I was going to play. After some seconds I realized I was playing Skinny love, Birdy’s version. I started to sing along, Phil wasn’t home to hear me anyway.

Come on, skinny love, just last the year

Pour a little salt we were never here

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

A tear fell from my left eye.

I tell my love to wreck it all

Cut out all the ropes and let me fall

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

Right in the moment this order’s tall

And I told you to be patient

And I told you to be fine

And I told you to be balanced

And I told you to be kind

In the morning, I’ll be with you

But it will be a different kind

'Cause I’ll be holding all the tickets

And you’ll be owning all the fines

I stopped playing. I could barely see the keyboard anymore because of the tears that wouldn’t stop falling from my eyes and run down my cheeks.

“Why can’t you be mine?” I cried. “All I want is you to love me, Phil. I want you to love me back.” My sobs were really loud and I just couldn’t stop myself from crying, hiding my face on my hands.

“I do love you back, silly.” I heard a voice behind me.

I suddenly froze, Phil was home? He heard what I said? Most important, he loves me?

“W-what?” I gasped, turning to him, who was standing in the doorway.

He smiled and walked over to me, taking my hand and making me stand in front of him.

“You should have told me, you idiot. I love you, Dan.” He said with a small smile.

I didn’t know what to say, he wiped my cheeks with his thumbs, I wasn’t crying anymore. I felt my heart race and did the only thing I could think of in that moment. I kissed him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he did the same with my waist. His lips were soft like I’ve imagined they’d be. When we pulled away, we smiled to each other with our foreheads pressed together.

“I love you, Phil. I really do, so much.” I whispered to him. Staring at his icy eyes.

“I love you too, Danny. I’ve always had.”

This wasn’t right. I was lying on my bed and crying after making my boyfriend think I don’t trust him. He’s probably crying too, and it’s my fault. I was the one that started a fight without a reason. Why was I even crying? I was supposed to try and fix the shitty thing I did. I wiped my face with the duvet and stood up. I walked towards my door and oppened it. I went to my keyboeard and sat in front of it, thinking of a song that he liked and I knew how to play. I suddently remembered of a pretty bad joke one of our fans made, and said to myself Phil was worth the embarassment. I started to press some keys and the song soon was filling the whole apartment. I started to sing, hoping Phil would hear me.

In the crowd alone

And every second passing

Reminds me I’m not home

Bright lights and city sounds

Are ringing like a drone

Unknown, unknown

I sighed and looked at the door, no sight of him. Yet.

Glazed eyes, empty hearts

Buying happy from shopping cards

Nothing but time to kill

Sipping life from bottles

Tight skin, bodyguards

Gucci down the boulevard

Cocaine, dollar bills and

Oh god, this better work.

My happy little Phil

Take me away, dry my eyes

Bring color to my skies

My sweet little Phil

Take my hunger, lie within

Numb my skin

I was starting to worry, what if he doen’t even care about me anymore? Keep siging, Dan.

Nothing but time to kill

Sipping life from bottles

Tight skin, bodyguards

Gucci, down the boulevard

Cocaine, dollar bills and

My happy little Phil

Take me away, dry my eyes

Bring color to my skies

My sweet little Phil

Take my hunger, lie within

Numb my skin

“You can stop now.” I heard his voice from behind. I turned to see him walking towards me, sitting on the bed.

“Thank god.” I sighed in relief. “Phil, I’m so sorry for what I said, I’m serious. I didn’t mean to say that, I’m just always afraid I’m going to lose you. I know I don’t deserve you, but I can’t live without you. I just… I’m sorry. I love you so much.” I was about to cry now. That was a really hard thing to say, but I needed him to believe me when I say I do trust him.

“I believe you, Dan, it’s okay. And what do you mean you don’t deserve me? Don’t say something like that, of course you do. Come here.” He said, tapping the place on his side in the bed. I stood up and sat there. He quickly pulled me to a hug, making me smile slightly. “I love you too, honey. I know you didn’t mean that, you don’t have to worry about loosing me.” He pulled away and cupped my face with his hands. “You’re the only one I want to be my boyfriend, okay?”

“Okay.” I smiled.

He kissed me and I kissed back. Phil ran his hands to my waist and I put mine on his chest.

“Thank you for standing all my drama.” I said.

“It’s a part of you, so I love it, like I love everything on you. Drama llama.”


My happy little Phil

Take me away, dry my eyes

Bring color to my skies

My sweet little Phil

Take my hunger, lie within

Numb my skin

breaking the signs stereotypes

don’t take this too literally, you know what I mean

aries expectative: WHAT THE FUCK IM GONNA FIGHT YOU BITCH YOURE DEAD *kills someone*
aries reality: how many orion rings can I eat within an hour

taurus reality: idk man I just want to listen to britney spears

gemini reality: je ne speak pas francés obrigado you

cancer reality: why tf is my zodiac sign called like that

leo reality: *pushes door instead of pulling it*

virgo reality: *uses french fries as fangs* look hehe im a walrus

libra reality: i want to pee

scorpio reality: *wears fuzzy socks* *owns 57 pairs of crocs*

sagittarius reality: *has an entire family of cats through their house and some chicken soup from 2 weeks ago on their fridge* yasss the sweet life man

capricorn reality: what the fuck is guatemala

aquarius reality: *fades into bed* aww man I just love spongebob so much

pisces expectative: DREAMY DREAMY FISHY FISHY
pisces: *gets high off gummy bears*

oh dude we’re all so lame

“The Pink Lavalamp. My album. THE album. This album was recorded, mixed, written, produced…EVERYTHING during the worst period of my life. Ever. I was homeless, doped up, heartbroken, in love, poor, dirty, stinkin, angry, suicidal, happy, silly…but alive. And every song on there documents it all. Someone asked me to remix “Shinin,” and I was like no. “Shinin” was my suicide letter. I wrote it, recorded it, and was gonna leave it on the computer and go kill myself later that day.”
-Charles Hamilton

anonymous asked:

Isaac being curious about makeup

this has me weak okaY

just picture isaac’s fidgety hands rummaging through your makeup, tracing the outline of a box branded NAKED. he’s blushing when he hesitantly lets his curiosity take over and glances at the obscenely provocative labels along the edges.

tease. snakebite. sin.

and it draws him out of a shell he forgot he had crawled into. makes him feel sexy. it took him forever to start believing you when you told him he’s the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. but he discovered something satisfying about having these tools–brushes, blushes, lipsticks, eyeliners–at his own disposal to turn himself into that image. to make himself believe he could be pretty.

he’s used to watching your reflection in the mirror while you master the intricacy of transforming yourself into a completely new person. it’s hypnotizing that with just a few brush strokes here and a couple of flicks there, you could create a masterpiece on your face. and he just wants that power, that economy of motion to make himself prettier or sexier or smokier for his lover. or even just for himself if he was feeling whimsical and fancy.

he tells you he’s afraid. he tells you he trusts you.

he tells you that he was only a kid when he bought makeup from the store one day after he saw his mom getting glammed up in the bathroom mirror. he still had sun-kissed blond curls when his brother camden took his new toys away and chucked them into the trash.

“dad would kill you if he saw this. i’m protecting you, baby bro.”

he tells you he doesn’t want to be afraid anymore.

“can you teach me how to look beautiful?”

so you arrange everything on the carpet in order from initial to finishing stages. he takes a particular liking to the highlighter.

“what does this do?”

“it makes you shine, baby.”

one glance at his awe-struck expression and you know he’s tired of dulling his shine for others.

per his request, you apply smooth strokes of the softest pink lipstick to his enticingly-parted mouth.

“you want to contour my face? is my face too fat?”

“i didn’t start the trend, gorgeous. suck in your cheeks for me. okay, now lean your head back. eyes forward. no–eyes forward. which palette do you like?”

“um, naked. just–please don’t make me look like a raccoon. or a hooker.”

“shhh, i got this.”

he gapes like a fish into the mirror when you finally let him see himself. you show him how to dust highlighter onto his cheekbones. the finishing touch is complete.

“soo what do you think? isaac? oh god, do you hate it? you must hate it. fuck–”

“no, no it’s perfect. thank you, princess. i’m just wondering… what my dad would think about this.”

“if your dad can’t appreciate what a beautiful son he has, he can eat his bitter little heart out.” 

and he insists on going out dancing that night, but he wants more of a dramatic, smokey-eyed look. he’s elated every time he leaves a pink lipstick stain on the rim of his shot glass (and the side of your neck).

and it’s just so easy, falling in love with new sides of isaac after he lets you peel away his layers. it’s soothing, letting him use your face as a canvas whenever he wants to explore new ideas. it’s just nice to see isaac unabashedly and unapologetically himself.