not even sorry a little

anonymous asked:

So my near and dear uncle passed away today and I am crying into a quart of ice cream. Is there absolutely any possible way you'd be able to write a little bit of Amaro fluff? Or maybe one of your brilliant writer followers could? Thanks bby xoxo

Originally posted by sherrykinss

I hope this makes you feel even a little bit better i’m really sorry for what you’re going through <333

Nick could tell there was something wrong. He knew you so well by now; knew your movements and the way you did things. But your feet were dragging on the ground. You didn’t smile at Nick when he came home, like you usually did.

And he gave you your space, at first. Some people just need room for themselves. Room to breathe and steady themselves. You’ll talk when you’re ready; that’s what Nick has learned since working at SVU. But as the night dragged on, you were getting worse. Nick noticed your puffy eyes when you came back from the bathroom.

He couldn’t take it anymore. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Nick asked, scooting just a little closer, but not enough to touch you yet. He still wanted to give you space. “Did something happen today? Anything I can help with?”

You were silent for a few moments, and when you finally looked up to face Nick, his stomach dropped at the pitiful look in your eyes. So sad and lost and grief-stricken. And Nick didn’t have to pull you in for a hug, because you were already leaning in and wrapping your arms around his midsection.

And Nick mumbled out soft words of comfort when you started to cry.

looked “Over the garden wall” and impressed a bit. even a little sorry that the story was too short story that just don’t have time to get enough, and it’s already over. think later will reconsider, but for now keep art of Duke -The Beast.

@weechubbypenguin said:

Okay so this is kinda random but I had a dream the other night that I was watching an animated Rhett and Link movie (they were in space and Barbara was lost on Mars or something), and while watching I kept thinking to myself “Dang, this style looks so familiar!” So the credits start rolling and I saw your name! It was your movie! :D When I woke up I was so upset that it wasn’t real….

Oh wow, that sounded like a really awesome dream! I would love to watch that movie~ (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧
And oh my gosh, I’m so surprised I was a part of your dream wow ;o; !!
I’m sadly not an animator, so I made this movie poster kind of thing about your dream. Thanks a whole bunch for sharing your dream with me, I got so inspired to draw something to it ♥


Well… she did know how to open it… (Anna and Remington (my ocs) and 2017) Happy New Year!

okay but i wanna talk about this, because, i have a lot of feelings about this:

this little moment they have is right before they’re kissing against the wall. this little moment. it’s so sweet? and so playful? there’s very clearly tongue action going on, but, even then, it’s SO SWEET? and … yes i’m gonna use THAT word, domestic? like, these 2 haven’t kissed in SO long, and this is literally like one of those kisses you see where you’re kissing SO much that you’re literally tilting your head all the way, like isak is doing here, because you just don’t wanna BREAK the kiss? because isak’s missed even SO MUCH, he doesn’t wanna stay away ANY longer. 

and to some, this may look like such an AWKWARD angle? like, super uncomfortable and just really … yeah, AWKWARD? but, i LOVE that it is so … because it’s so SO much more … realistic? i don’t really believe much in “perfect kissing” and “perfect kisses” where your nose is at a 48.763 degree angle to the other person’s and yada yada,, because, fuck man, when does that kinda stuff ever happen in real life? 

kissing is MEANT to be all awkward angles yet still kissing DESPITE being in those awkward angles because you don’t wanna break away, and kissing is, stumbling backwards, but CONTINUING to kiss anyway. and kissing is “i’m gonna bend my head all the way even if it means straining my neck as much as i can because i simply wanna KEEP ON KISSING you”, just like isak is here.

and ugh, i just have /A LOT OF FEELINGS/ about this part.

Hot and Bothered (Young!Sirius Black x Reader drabble)

Imagine/Request: Imagine Sirius getting all hot and bothered by you putting your hair up

Fandom: Harry potter (Marauders Era)

Pairing: Young!Sirius black x Reader

Warning: Smutty? I don’t even know I’m sorry if anyone gets offended 

A/N: just a wee drabble for my wee darlings, it’s my first sexually forward? drabble I dunno what to call it… meh I’m so awkward kill me

This was inspired by ‘Muggle games’ by @neville-longbutton-and-imagines

(which i loved )

and a story my best friend was telling me a while ago about her boyfriend getting turned on everything she puts her hair up… if you get my drift… I should probably stop worrying about offending people cause in RL I don’t give a fuck 

Do you guys wanna see more smut let me know by dropping me an ask :)

I hope you guys enjoy! ~Rae :)



You didn’t think of yourself as a competitive person, you were never bothered when you lost a game. Who knew it would be a simple muggle game to bring it out of you  

But you wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smug smile off of Sirius Blacks face. Tonight the was the weekly night that the pair of yous got together with James and Lily a sort of 'double date night’.  

It was a simple muggle game that you were all playing, twister lily said it was called and it was boys vs girls. You had begun to play half-heartedly but the more times Sirius and James won the more it began to piss you off  

“enough!” You shouted as they won yet another round you looked at Lily and held out your hand for the hair bobble on her wrist. Your eyes narrowed and locked with Sirius’s. His shit eating grin still plastered across his face, you furrowed your eyebrows and flung your hair up in the best messy half bun half ponytail you would manage  

“ooh she means business, Pads" James mocked nudging Sirius in the ribs with his shoulder "my ten galleons back, they actually win for once"  

"another round Black?” You tease arching your eyebrow 

Sirius had suddenly gotten very quiet, the famous smirk on his melting away. His brows were now furrowed and his cheeks a slight tinge of pink. Was Sirius Black Blushing?! 

“I..I. Um.. I’m gonna pass” he said his attempt to act cool failing dreadfully  

“oh come on now pads, you can’t chicken out not” lily laughed  

Your eyes followed the full length of your boyfriend until they landed on your boyfriend’s trousers. His bulge had gotten considerably larger and his trousers were slightly beginning to tent. When you realised why you also turned slightly pink  

“Nah, actually I think I’m done with this game now,” I said trying to cover for him feeling slightly guilty  

“what! Oh, come one it’s just starting to get interesting….” James started before trailing off also realizing about Sirius predicament  

“oh” Both Lily and James said in unison  

“she only does that when …..” Sirius said through gritted teeth, gesturing slightly. 

You all sat down and began to try and move on from the situation 

“Sorry, pads” you whispered over to him" I’ll make up to you" winking at him as he blushed a little again, making Sirius blush was now your new favourite thing

Her Skeleton Will Lie In The Chamber Forever…

honestly half my headcanons are just “what increasingly ridiculous things can i make the vagabond do”

and so anyway during a heist the crew is hitting a bunch of stores at once for Plot Reasons, and ryan goes off to rob the one circled on his map

but he pushes open the door to the shop and doesn’t even manage to get his gun out before a huge box is being pushed into his arms

and ryan’s trying to peer around the edges of it as he holds it, just sort of taken aback, like, “uh–”

and this tiny old lady, like, possibly one hundred years old with enormous sunglasses and curly white hair, goes back behind the counter and says, “you’re late. start unpacking everything onto the bottom shelf in the back.”

awkwardly, ryan’s like, “um, i’m not–”

and the lady doesn’t even look at him as she waves a hand imperiously in his general direction and barks, “now, young man.”

and ryan–masked up and tall and broad-shouldered and armed–sort of snaps to attention and mumbles, “yes, ma’am.”

three hours later the crew finally manages to find him, thinking he’s injured or kidnapped or dead

and they find the vagabond working politely and diligently in a little crafts shop while somebody’s grandma barks orders at him.

(”what the fuck are you doing? we need to go,” geoff snaps.

“right, just– my break isn’t until two,” ryan says, brow furrowed in concern.)