my one true inspiration

You are, my love, a constellation
The intricate, complexing conversation
An object worthy of fixation
My one, my true, my inspiration
—  Newfound Love // A.S

A little polyam pride aesthetic I put together, per inspiration from @ofmoonlightandthesun! Let me know what you all think of it! I did just noticed that one of the pictures is a cut off a little, so if this is popular I’ll fix it an repost :) Happy pride month!

  • Psychic: *Reads my mind*
  • Me: Bad news from the zones, tumbleweeds.
  • It looks like Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid had a clap with an Exterminator
  • That went all Costa Rica,
  • And uh,
  • Got themselves ghosted.
  • Dusted out on Route Guano.
  • So it's time to hit the red line
  • And up-thrust the volume out there.
  • Keep your boots tight,
  • Keep your gun close,
  • And die with your mask on if you've got to.
  • Here
  • Is the traffic...
  • Psychic: what the fuck

All my life you stood by me when no one else was ever behind me. 

If “Drag Me Down” does not scream Matsuoka siblings to you then you are wrong. God, this song. You all should listen to it okay, maybe cry a lil, too. Whichever floats your boat, man.

WANTED: “Die Rotten Lippen”

INVOLVEMENT IN THE WAR

Theodora Moreau was born in Nantes, France, where they lived in an orphanage alongside twenty-four children. During the late hours, all the children would gather around in a circle to tell one another their brightest stories, French myths, as well as their aspirations. Theodora was a quiet soul amongst the other children, and they would often be nudged by the other children to talk, but their azure hues could only avert elsewhere as a single tear would cascade. It was one late night, when the rain tapped against the window, when Theo spoke in their soft tone, “Je veux être plus fort. Je veux montrer au monde que je valais plus que d'être oublié” (in translation: “I want to be stronger. I want to show the world that I was worth more than being forgotten”). 

When they were eighteen, they were omitted from the orphanage alongside a majority of the children. Together, they all got hired for small jobs that they would account together in order to rent an apartment they could all reside together in. Theodora managed to get a job as a secretary for an accountant, though, getting the job in the first place was difficult, for those of the female sex in the 1930s were encouraged to stay at home and leave the available jobs to the men. Being a secretary did not last long, for eventually they met a wealthy man who attempted to court the young blonde. Knowing that money was very much needed in their household, they accepted the engagement, and they would share a portion of the money that was given to them to lend to their orphan friends. 

Theodora was twenty-one when France declared war against Germany after Germany invaded Poland in 1939. Not wanting to just sit around the luxurious home they resided in with alongside their fiance, they encouraged him to buy Theodora an ambulance in order to help around the streets. They soon became a leading medical figure as they assisted those who were harmed on the streets. It would be later that year, around November, when Theodora will meet Nancy Wake who will become a great assistance throughout the war. 

Theodora’s fiance was not pleased with their involvement in the war. He wanted them to stay at home to care the home, and he also wanted to return home where they could start a family of their own very soon. Theo did not like his demand; therefore, leaving the engagement ring on the dinner table, they left without a word. In the ambulance, they drove out of Nantes into Paris where they would become a spy figure for the war. Theo will also regret their decision to leave Nantes, for on September 16 and 23 of 1943, 1,247 civilians would die due to a bombing. Included in the statistics would be a good portion of the orphans they grew up with. 

They were able to gain the trust of Italian Axis militias when they arrived to Italy with the task given by the French Resistance. Nancy Wake was who sent Theodora to Italy in order to report vital intelligence to the Allies. With their looks and intellect, they were able to draw interest and trust with their ruby red lips ordering control. With combative skills learned through the French Resistance, they were able to fight the militia once their job was done. 

Theodora had to run and hide in Italy, for it was then called that they were one of the most wanted figure by the Gestapo’s. As Nancy Wake was known as The White Mouse, Theodora was known as The Red Lips.  

AS OF 1945 IN VERONA, ITALY

Theodora has acquired the skills of combat with physical strength, how to use a knife, and they know how to tell a lie without being caught by a test, they can speak French, Italian, German, and English. Theodora can even medically treat people, for they have experience when they ran their ambulance. 

Theodora has lost contact with the French Resistance, for the group lost signal after an attack in the city of Verona having Theodora losing communication. They were able to find a safe setting for hiding, and they are now blending in with the rebellion in Verona. Theodora is a trusted figure due to their credentials, and they hope to help the rebellion through the end of the war. 

CONNECTIONS

tba. 

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#and him—jack sparrow (captain) for whom wanting is poisoned honey#everything he has ever wanted is/was/has been/ever shall be comes with a sting in the tail#he wanted a ship and the ship is his doom#he wanted immortality and it took his crew#he wanted the sea and it took his liberty#he wanted his freedom and it made him a pirate#and then here is this girl—this burning wanting desirous determined girl#and she’s terrifying#because everything jack sparrow has ever wanted comes to him cursed#there’s almost a relief when she cuffs him to the mast#he thought it might be worse than a little dying#and at the very least—at the very least he can look her in the eye and snarl ”pirate” because now she’ll know it too#that terrible bitterness the wanting brings (via notbecauseofvictories) (based on this FLAWLESS META)

anonymous asked:

I don't know if this has been done before but can I request drabbles with style 5 and Sousuke accidently hurting their s/o? Thanks!

Wow okay um I cried whilst writing this? you didn’t specify whether you meant physically or emotionally so I did both! Hope you enjoyyyyy. (also the makoto one is inspired by a true event at my 8th birthday sleepover, it hurt. a lot)


Haru and you had been messing around by the pool all day. It was your one year anniversary so as a treat you had decided to get away for the weekend, to a quaint little hotel in the mountains. With a pool of course. “Haru… NO!” You screamed as your boyfriend lunged forward, intent on grabbing your sides to tickle you. Instead however, he slipped and pushed you, causing you to fall backwards and smack your head on the wall. Haru’s eyes widened and he leapt forward to grab you, believing he had knocked you out as you were completely still. He was shocked when he saw that your eyes were open and you were… laughing? “I think I might have to cancel the rest of today. I feel faint.” you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck.



Usually, the two of you were fine with sleeping in the same bed, you both had your halves because you got too hot if you cuddled. But tonight was different. Makoto was restless and kept tossing and turning, mumbling in his sleep and sweating heavily. Then it happened. He did a particularly violent turn and his arm flew out, smacking you directly in the face. You felt pain tear through your face as you bolted up and swore, bringing a hand up to try and contain the blood pouring from your nose. Your shout was loud enough to wake Makoto and he sat up slowly, groggy and confused. “___?” He whispered. The only reply he got was a sort of grunt, crossed with a whimper. Becoming increasingly confused, he leant behind you and turned on the bedside table lamp. You gave him a weak, bloody grin as he turned to look at you. “Oh my god! What happened?” He began shifting to move you off the bed.

“You accidently smacked me in the face, I think it’s broken.” Your voice was all nasally and the pair of you couldn’t help but laugh as he wrapped you in a hug.

“I’m so sorry!”


He hadn’t meant to, he really, really hadn’t. But being with Nagisa meant that something was bound to happen. He was at your house, putting away the toaster when you snuck up behind him, ready to surprise him. The last thing you were expecting however was for the blond to turn around and hit you around the head with said toaster. Hard. So here you were in the hospital waiting room, clutching a bag of peas to your head whilst your boyfriend did the head rub thing on your shoulder, apologising profusely. “I am so sorry! I didn’t realise it was you and I freaked out!” You laughed at him, realising you could use this to your advantage.

“Nagisaaaaa, I think I’m going to need lots of chocolate to make up for this.” The hospital receptionist snickered.



“Oh my god! Sometimes I think you’re dumber than that Momo kid!” Rei shouted. Tears welled in your eyes as your boyfriend shouted at you, the one thing you absolutely hated being called was ‘dumb’. You backed away from the butterfly swimmer and turned to leave but a loud thud stopped you. Slowly, you began turning back but before you could even finish you were tackled into a hug. It was rare for Rei to show affection of any kind so this shocked you greatly. “I didn’t mean that. It’s just that I’m stressed and… It is no excuse. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I’m so sorry.” You sunk to the floor, arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it.”


The pair of you were just getting into the moment. His hands were everywhere. On your chest, your legs, your neck. It was intoxicating. His lips grazed along your collar bones, leaving small kisses in his path as your fingers wove their way through is hair, beckoning him up for another kiss. His lips met with your a fiery passion and you moaned as his hand started working its way between your legs. then it happened. His phone went off. It scared him so bad he bit clean through your lip, stunning you both. His hand stopped between your legs as the metallic taste of blood hit his taste buds. You began to laugh, siting up with a hand clamped to your mouth. “I think I’m going to need stitches.”



“Shut up.” Your head snapped towards your boyfriend. In all of the times you had irritated him, he had never, ever, told you to shut up. Two hours later and you had finished crying, still curled up under your duvet and blankets. To be honest, you head was pounding and you just wanted to be left alone. So you ignored the sound of your bedroom door opening and the dip of your mattress as Sousuke sat himself down. You also turned your head away from him when he pulled down the covers, so that he could see your red, puffy eyes. “I’m sorry,___. I didn’t mean to hurt you. My shoulders causing me a lot of pain at the moment and I just lost it.” All he got in reply was a sniffle as tried to hold in more tears. Sousuke sighed and lent down, moving the hair off your forehead and kissed you gently. Your bottom lip trembled as you removed your arms from the warmth and wrapped them around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug.

“I want some ice-cream though.”

Imagine your otp

- cuddling until they fall asleep

- listening to their favorite show together

- wearing kigurumi/onesie and talking about weird theories

- late night walk

- listening to songs together

- holding hands

- choosing lingerie/underwear together

- kissing each other hands

- saying i love you

- blushing because of the other one

- making bad puns

- missing each other

- feeling really happy and grateful to have that other person in their life

- wishing this feeling will never go away

anonymous asked:

Hi! If you ever have any free time, can I request a prompt from you? Some small Stanley and Ma Pines bonding? Stanley is sick and his mom is taking care of him. "I can't believe I got sick before Ford." "What I can't believe is you're actually sick" "If you didn't believe I was sick then why did you pick me up from school?" "Eh, I didn't have anything better to do." And they watch tv and he falls asleep.

This answer was not meant to be more than a few lines, but that’s what happens when I spend the weekend watching the Star Trek: TOS marathon. Anyway, bless this trash mom and her trash son, I love a lot, bye.


“Alright, somebody better quick explain why I was dragged away from work,” Mrs. Pines strutted into the principal’s office, hands strung loosely over her hips, heels clicking furiously against the tile. “I gotta be home before Mrs. Proffitt finishes her spiel, so that gives us, oh, forty minutes tops.”

From where he sat, miserable and hunched, Stan’s headache increased tenfold. Great, now he was in for it. Across from him, Principal Burbridge – a squat man with bushy sideburns, who obviously had it out for Stan – seemed to relish in his despair.

“Mrs. Pines, please take a seat. This shouldn’t take long,” he said smoothly. Mrs. Pines marched up to his desk but didn’t sit, instead gazing down at her son in exasperation.

“What did you do?” she demanded, as if reading from a practiced script.

Before Stan could get a word in edgewise, the principal crashed through his defense with the single accusation, “Your son claims to be ill.”

Unruffled, Mrs. Pines’ eyebrow lifted a fraction of an inch. “Claims?” she said anticlimactically. It definitely wasn’t the worst charges brought against Stan in his five years of schooling.

“Stanley has visited the nurse four times this month alone, complaining of temporary deafness, mathematical amnesia, and most notably, the plague.” The principal’s brow rose sharply. “And let’s not forget the incident with the fake vomit.”

That the cafeteria’s chowder made for a believable puke substitute should be the thing currently under fire, Stan thought ruefully.

Rolling her eyes, Ma Pines eyed her son discerningly, watching him quell under her glare. Whatever she saw, however, stunted her growing irritation; she brushed the back of her hand over his forehead, frowning at the heat.

“Did you take his temperature?” she asked the principal, flatly. “Because he feels warm. Really warm.”

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