movers needed

do you not understand the scomiche language

  • “I will literally pee in your mouth if you do that”
  • “cuz I'm bashful”
  • “go check it out before you die”
  • “you’re so gay…YOURE SO GAY”
  • “hi. my name is samantha. *bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*”
  • “I need to dab”
  • “I spewed everywhere”
  • “boop boop”
  • “loving the hashtag…”
  • “I’m uncomfortable”
  • “felt it in!”
  • “ytipidnires”
  • “ewwwww I’m terrified never show that to anyone ever”
  • “this poncho is thermal”
  • “sweet ass corn”
  • “who had the audacity to put that cakey ass make up on my facE??”
  • “so my weekly obsession is this cupcake from the milk chocolate line”
  • “slayslayslayslayslaywerktwerk”
  • “how could i read the stars so wrong?”
  • “are you rich? no, really. are you rich?”
  • “daddy…i have some cookiees (and your cookies are your boobs)”
  • “i feel the constellations in my bones”
  • “hello my name is djooooo”
  • “hi, my name’s gerald, 23, i’m into accounting…i know, boring”
  • “I wouldn’t call myself a dancer persay, more of a mover”
  • “i need to filter the air of my apartment with a wet tissue”
  • “pick your bottles!!”
  • “Oc…tavious jones”
  • “red, is the color, of the devil’s skin”
  • “joshua fit the battle fit the battle of jericho, joshua fit the battle fit the battle of jericho”
  • “if pink is the flavor…solve the riddle!!
  • “how did it feel?…not too bad baby”
  • “i would be maleficent because i’m misunderstood, but also a fierce queen”
  • “this candle is a blessing upon my life”
  • “there are literally 110 sprinkles on the ground”
  • “did you and nicole ever have sex?”
  • “find ur light girl”

xtra points to anyone who can name the episodes each of these come from

End Scene

*So, when I finished my Victor fic, I said that was my last Rizzoli and Isles fic.  But, I figured since the show has finally come to end I might have one last scene left in me.  So here it is.  The last scene of Rizzoli and Isles if Crackinois wrote it (disclaimer: I actually haven’t watched the show in 3 ½ seasons and have literally no clue what the show is doing right now so, take this as you will.*


Maura watched the movers load the last item onto the truck and was immediately overcome with a startling sense of finality.  This was it.  This chapter of her life was closed, there was no going back now, only the new adventure that awaited over 400 miles away.  

“It’s so empty,” she breathed out on a whisper, looking around the vacant house, nothing but her purse and a small travel bag sitting in the middle of what had been her living room.  The sofas and chairs were gone, the knick knacks, books, and pictures packed tightly away, but the echo of laughter sounded in her memory, feelings of warmth, friendship, and family enveloped her heart.  Maura reached up and wiped the tear away that was forming at the corner of her eye.

“Anything else I can do?”  Angela asked, placing her arm around the woman that had become like a second daughter to her.

Maura shook her head.  “I’d like a little time alone before I leave.”

Angela smiled with understanding and gathered her things, making her way towards the door before she paused and looked back, “Saying goodbye is hard for her.  You’ve been such an important part of her life for so long….such an important part of our family.  I don’t think she’s come to terms with you leaving.”

She didn’t even try to stop me.  Maura sniffed and turned away, she knew if Angela saw her break down she wouldn’t leave.  And right now, Maura just wanted to be alone.  She glanced over her shoulder once the door clicked and let the tears have their way.  The trials and tribulations of her time as Chief Medical Examiner in Boston had been many, but through it all she had always had Jane, her friend, confidant, and protector.  But, Maura had come to realize that no matter how much she wanted more, a friend was all Jane would ever be.  She had to disentangle herself from the life she had built in Boston.  It was time for a fresh start, and she hoped that this new career endeavor at John Hopkins in Baltimore would prove challenging and busy enough to help her forget the heartache of leaving her old life behind.

She walked through the house one more time, finding it difficult to conceive that it wasn’t even her home anymore.  When the for sale sign went up it had given her a tingling feeling in the pit of her stomach, then a week ago her realtor had affixed the ‘sold’ topper to the sign and Maura felt her heart sink.  There was no going back.  Room by room she checked to make sure no item had eluded herself or the movers.  It was well and truly empty.  One by one, she turned off the lights, making her way back to the front.

“This is it,” she said aloud, picking up her purse and taking a deep breath.  “To something new.”  Maura opened the door and gasped with a start as she stared into Jane’s eyes, the detective’s hand still outstretched towards the door knob.  “Jane!  You scared me,” she chuckled, placing her hand over her racing heart.  Maura’s eyes traveled down to where a couple of large duffel bags sat at Jane’s feet.

“I was afraid I’d missed you, I didn’t see your car,” Jane ran a hand through her messy hair and then nervously shoved her hands in her pockets.

“It’s parked down the street, the movers needed access to the driveway.”

Jane nodded and a tense silence filled the space between them.  “I…umm…I…” she stammered, “…couldn’t even sleep last night.  Like my brain decided to relive every moment of our friendship and at the end it finally hit me that you were leaving, you’re really leaving, and it’s my fault…”


Jane shook her head and held up her hand, “Just let me…please.  It’s my fault Maura, because I’ve been reckless in every way except just coming out with how I feel.  And if I would have just done that, if I would have just told you how I felt about you…how I really felt, then you wouldn’t have taken that job in Baltimore.”  She took a deep breath and shifted her eyes from that spot of nothing on the door she’d been staring at over Maura’s shoulder and looked the other woman in the eye, “I love you.  I’ve loved you for a really long time and I was too scared to admit it, but last night I realized that losing you was even scarier.”

Maura smiled even as tears streaked in fractured tributaries down her flushed cheeks, “I love you too.”  Her body offered no resistance as Jane pulled them together, lips pressing passionately together after years of unsated longing.  Maura wanted to drown in the warmth of Jane’s body held so tightly against her own.  “Come with me,” Maura whispered as their lips barely separated.  “Let’s start over together.”

A smile of relief softened Jane’s face, “Thank God you asked or I was going to look really silly walking back to that taxi I had waiting for me around the corner.”

They settled into a comforting embrace, “You’d leave BPD for me?”  Maura asked, her voice shaky with the fear that she was misunderstanding what was really happenng.

“Remember that time I told you I’d give you one of my kidneys?”

“Maura laughed into Jane’s neck, “You said you weren’t sure you’d give your brothers one, but you’d definitely do it for me.”

“I put my job first for too long,” Jane took a deep breath and pressed her lips to Maura’s temple, “there’s more to life than that, and I denied it for too long already.  I’d do anything for you, so, yeah, I’d leave BPD for you, Maura.  Cool thing about my line of work, there’s police departments everywhere.”  

Mellarks (Manly) Movers: An Everlark Drabble

So justmellarky had the incredibly sweet idea to write some drabbles for sponsormusings to read over the next week. Since Sarah is one of the kindest/ most supportive people I know, I clearly jumped at this chance. I hope this makes you smile today :) :)

I honestly don’t know what happened. I went to write about what my fantasy move last month would have looked like, and then I googled “josh hutcherson in a tank top” and this ridiculous drabble was born. 

Also, for those who need a refresher on the game “Perfection” please watch this 15 second commercial if you want to giggle at the innuendo

It’s un-beta-ed and slightly swear-y, so read at your own risk!

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Rating: T

Word Count: ~900

Summary: Of all the words one could use to describe Bolin, “stupid” was not one of them. He wasn’t completely oblivious; he knew something was up with Mako. Now all he had to do was find out what.

Author Note: Basically, I just wrote this fic so I could make a pineapple joke. But writing the Bolin POV is new for me so I hope it works out like I envisioned. Happy V-Day if you’re celebrating…a night early (unless you’re Jen and your time zone is super far ahead of me).

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Of all the words peopled could use to describe Bolin, “stupid” was not one of them. Yes, they could say he was a bit daft or quick to jump into things, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know that something odd was going on. Okay, and maybe he sometimes didn’t read people as well as he probably could, but Mako was an exception to that rule.

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Finding a new place to live—whether you’re going from dorm to first apartment or from place-with-Craigslist-randos to place-with-your-BFF—can be pretty overwhelming. Should you get movers? Why do you need to save pay stubs? What happens when?

Thankfully, our super-detailed timeline will help you get organized and curb that feeling of “OMG, what did I forget?” dread.

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