looking exhausted

queenofwands78  asked:

44 please

44: “Don’t try that innocence schmuck with me, I know you.”

another modern day au bc i need jesus and carol to interact more im js

Paul barely knew anything about Carol. He didn’t quite know what her relationship with Daryl meant, wasn’t totally sure he wanted to know if he was honest with himself, but it still brought a smile to his face when he saw them sitting side by side on Daryl’s front porch step passing a single cigarette back and forth between each other.

Truthfully, he could only assume that this was Carol. He never did have the luxury of actually meeting her, though he heard from everyone that she was the best of them all. The most experienced, the most skilled, the kindest, the strongest, the smartest – but seeing her up close, all Paul could think was she looked the most exhausted.

“I’m serious,” Paul heard her say, a smile lifting her tone just enough. “You’re happier than you have been.”

Daryl shrugged, but it seemed to amuse Carol more than anything because she laughed, the sound soft as she bumped her shoulder into his. “Don’t try that innocence schmuck with me,” she teased. “I know you.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” Daryl grunted back, but even from the distance Paul could see how his eyes were soft, the lines creasing his forehead nearly invisible. He let her sit there, leaning against his side, and she looped her arms through his.

“Well, when you do,” she said, “you know I’m here for you. Rick will be, too. No one’s gonna judge you for loving who you love.”

Daylight came with a sudden dizziness, and an exhausted look at the person sound asleep next to me. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t shut down. 

He had his arm draped across me. 

He woke up whispering “morning” to me. I couldn’t stop myself from running my hand up and down his back, as he pulled me closer, legs tangled together.

They are already looking exhausted and there’s half an episode left. I’m not liking where this is going.

Yang is about to learn that the only reason to have interns is to make them do the work you don’t want to do.


I’m pretty sure “I want to find my lost mom after I found out my other mom wasn’t my real mom.” is not the answer Oobleck is looking for.

Interesting and it fits her character so far. But is that the entire reason?

I look like shit and exhausted and tell me why this boy screenshots and tells me I’m so beautiful and that if it was a little clearer he would’ve made it his background so he can look at it all the time and then sends it to me to tell me how happy he is that he got it 😩😭

Don’t have an existential crisis in McDonalds, Mob
(dont tag as kin/me/etc)

ruff-boi-magnus replied to your photoset “Hun you are glowing… literally ”

Wait. Since their teeth glow, wouldn’t the rest of their skeleton glow too? Would cartalidge glow too?

ya prob (unless its the nerves glowing, maybe both) a while back I tried to draw it like the skele was glowy but gave up cause not enough skillz

might come back to it and see if I got the skillz this time


Boy you got me helpless
Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit, I’m helpless
Down for the count, and I’m drownin’ in ‘em!

Please forgive me for what I’ve done to your masterpiece LMM, I just really wanted to draw a loyal as hell blue kid from a big family who always feels second best swooning over over a hotheaded, reckless orphan soldier with beautiful eyes

….but I went with Lance and Keith instead of Eliza and Alexander

anonymous asked:

things i need to see: alec and magnus in the loft, just enjoying each others company like they usually do with nights like these. there's a soft breeze from the balcony and they are lost in each other. no thought lost to the war in their daily lives; all there is is the slowly forming smirk on alec's face, the playful glint in magnus' eyes and their twitching hands, itching to reach out and pull the other into kisses filled with soft laughter and banter, which slowly turns into heated whispers.

just imagine this really, late after work and they’re both tired but that doesn’t mean they aren’t smiling when magnus is finally finished prepping potions to stew overnight. he curls fingertips into the hair at the back of alec’s neck as alec strips off the last of his gear. he left most of it on when he got out of patrol, instead slumping down on the couch to read while magnus finished picking out ingredients. they talked about their days as he did, but mostly alec had let him focus and magnus definitely hadn’t almost let something boil over because he was watching alec curled into the sofa with a book in his hands and his gear still on.

the kisses would be slow, long, alec’s lips parting and their tongues pressing, making magnus sigh into his mouth. it would be this soft open thing, but just a hint of something else behind it. but alec would pull away slowly, kissing his way down magnus’s neck, suggesting food against his skin. it would be quiet laughter as they debated what to go with tonight. alec kept insisting he didn’t care so magnus listed off as many kinds of foods he could think of, between wet kisses and dragging his fingers back through alec’s hair.

it was dinner and two glasses of wine, settled on the same couch, shoulders pressed flush. it was no talk about work but talk about everything else. talk about their friends, talk about a bookshop alec wanted to visit that was in another country, talk about nothing much at all but everything at the same time. it was sharing food and smiles and going from leaning against each other to alec pressing against magnus’s side, his fingers curled into his inner thigh as he finished off his wine.

and yes this slow thing, this slow building, going from totally focused to unfocused, staring at each other, smiles getting bigger and slower, that knowing hum in the air. it was touching that was always touching becoming just a little bit more sensitive. it was alec staring at magnus’s mouth and murmuring something like “i could really use a shower.” and magnus raising a brow at him. “is that so?”

slow kisses caught in the doorway, deeper kisses that time, alec’s fingertips skimming the top of magnus’s waistband. clothes slowly discarded and left forgotten on the floor to be put away later. finally, finally the hot steam of the shower and their bodies pressed together, magnus’s fingers sinking into alec’s stomach, his mouth lost in alec’s neck, and his name falling from alec’s lips.