oxygen please

Plants that aid with sleep and breathing problems.

Aloe Vera

Aloe Vera emits oxygen at night, this helps you combat insomnia and improves your overall sleep quality. It is a low maintenance plant that doesn’t need much watering or direct sunlight . It also reproduces easily.


Lavender is a plant well known for inducing sleep and to reduce anxiety, the aroma given off by the lavender slows down your heart rate and reduces anxiety levels. Keep the plant in sunlight and water often.


The smell of jasmine has been shown to improve the quality of sleep and increase alertness and productivity. studies have shown that I reduces anxiety levels, leading to a great quality of sleep. Jasmine needs a good amount of sunlight as well as a little shade, the soil also needs to be damp at all times.

English Ivy

It may be beneficial  for those who sufferer from a respiratory problems such as asthma, studies show that English ivy can reduce air moulds to 94% in 12 hours. Keep in a well lit area and keep the soil damp at all times.

Snake plant  

Snake plants emit oxygen during the night, whilst taking in the carbon dioxide from the air inside your home. It also filters out any nasty house hold toxins from the air. This plant doesn’t need much attention as it only needs to be watered every 2-3 weeks and can be placed in any form of light sunlight.

All photos are copyright free, all credit go to the owners of the images. all information sourced from various websites and again all credit geos to the owners of the information.


Fun facts with Quinn! (This is so I don’t have to repeat myself on a regular basis) Everybody should have learnt this in secondary school/ high-school. As we all know all plants take in the the air we breath, removing the CO2 and releasing Oxygen. DURING THE NIGHT PLANTS STOP THIS PROCESS they only take in the air we breathe, this happens because they don’t have the necessary energy to complete photosynthesis. As you can see in the above post I have listed a few plants that can produce oxygen during the night. Please if you don’t believe me go and look for yourself it takes two seconds to look it up on the internet. Also there are no links for this information because I am no longer in college I do not see the need to write a bibliography for a tumblr post if you really care that much about where the information is sourced go and look for it yourself. Sorry for the shittyness but it is starting to grind my gears. With all my love tumblr ~Quinn!

plot idea: PLs a hot as fuck high school music teacher who never really got out of his leather jacket and biker phase and used to be in a band but now teaches high school students what real music is and is notorious for being arrogant and vv sarcastic and a kindergarden teacher who loves kids and wears lilac/pink/purple color cotton shirts and smooth pants and is cute as a button and imagine him teaching the kids to make flower crowns and music teacher sees a flower crown on him and smirks and teases him about how cute he looks

do not add conversation while reblogging please

give me lena and kara as the anti clark and lex. let them bond over being adopted, over feeling like an outcast and not having many friends when they were kids. let lena struggle under the dark shadow that her mother and brother have cast, but also have kara to depend on and help her though. let kara embrace lena completely, and trust her with her secret because she knows what an amazing person lena is and how much it would mean for her to entrust her with something like that - a luthor and a super, working together. give me kara defending lena to j’onn, to alex, to james, to clark, because she knows that just because you share a name with someone doesn’t mean you are anything alike. let kara and lena be the ultimate allies, both heroes in their own right. kara as supergirl, and lena for standing up to her family and daring to believe in a better world. let them show clark what could have been, if he and lex had set aside their secrets and lies and embraced each other instead. give me an unbreakable friendship built on mutual trust, love, and support. 

Dating Jaebum would include pt.3

I hope you guys prepared your thirsty butts like i told you to

• him giving you piggy backs when your feet hurt bc of your high heels
• he would sing you to sleep every night
• also sings his self composed songs for your birthday
• and on normal days
• basically every second
• because you’d love it
• you would dance to got7 choreos all the time when he is not around
• but one day he would come home earlier and see you in the kitchen while making dinner and dancing to ‘if you do’
• and he’d take a video
• and watch it everyday
• and just to show his members
• because he would be so proud of his girl
• bboy battle between you two
• and dance battles with Yugyeom
• with Jaebum cheering for you
• and craving for your body
• cuz he’d be about to drag you out of practise into an empty room to fuck you against a wall
• he would get hard just thinking about it
• but then he would cringe at your dab battle with Bambam
• and Bambam would dab so hard that he hit himself
• in his face
• and you couldn’t stop laughing
• derp face battle with Jackson
• selca battle with Youngjae
• who-can-shut-up-longer battle with Mark
• but you would lose
• i mean
• we’re talking about Mark
• and then you’d do an aegyo battle with him instead
• savage battle with Jinyoung
• staying late at the dorm with the boys and you just giving attention to Coco
• pouty Jaebum
• Jaebum trying to get your attention by taking off his shirt
• and you would stare at his abs
• and he’d smirk at you
• but you would continue to cuddle with Coco
• so he would just give up
• but when you guys go to bed you would walk into his room seeing him lying on the bed
• “You’re not jealous of Coco are you~”
• then you’d plop down on the bed after stripping out of your clothes and spooning him from behind
• “no”
• “of course you are Jaebumie~”
• so you would try to sweet talk him with aegyo
• and it would actually work when he turned around to face you
• and sees that you didn’t wear anything
• he would show you how jealous he is for not giving him attention but a dog by fucking you
• that everyone knows who you belong to
• even Coco lol
• and his members
• so Bambam and Jackson would tease him the next day about getting jealous of a fucking dog
• and they would snicker about you screaming ‘daddy’ all night long
• so you would kick their asses
• casual park dates
• with him wearing sunglasses
• and a cap
• and a mask
• just low-key af
• he would tease you sexually when you’re on your period
• and you going insane about it
• so you would suck him and leave him on the edge before he cums walking to the living room to watch some netflix
• with him following you
• “baby, don’t do this”
• “that’s your own fault for teasing me. but you propably know how to use your left hand.”
• “come on baby girl. you know exactly that your pretty little mouth is better than my hand!”
• “your loss.”
• so his eyes would darken and he would walk in front of you
• “you know what happens to disobedient girls who won’t listen to their daddy?~”
• then he would push you down the couch and hover over you
• “They get punished”
• and then he’d continue the teasing until you suck him off properly
• “just keep in your mind that i will fuck you against every corner of this apartment when you get off your period”
• “you wouldn’t”
• “try me princess”
• and guess what
• he would keep his promise
• bc he’s a fuckboy
• and fuckboys do things like that
• but he would propably cuddle you after that steamy session
• wait no
• he would definetely cuddle you
• bc remember pt.2?
• he’d be the best cuddle buddy in the whole goddamn world ♡

good lord why did i even made this jaebum would include thing. im criyng i really luv it

Originally posted by amerthaikong

anonymous asked:

Jen!! I was just watching a video about the Steven Universe SDCC reveals over the years. 2/3 of them have been fusions. Maybe, if the fusing thing in Save The Light is true and since we all know they're going to fuse, we could get a Lapidot fusion?? I'm reaching here but honestly it's possible :D

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Oh my God, please let this happen!!

someone explain to me how ryan hawley manages to say “i love you so much and i miss you and im so sorry and my god you’re so close to me and fuck I’ve missed your touch and how can i make this better i need you more than i need oxygen please aaron tell me you still love me im begging you i need you” with just his eyes in that end scene though???

Swerve X Reader – A Human Crewmate - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - SOS

A/N – Okay, so I just wanted to write this for me and I had to really choose hard between Rung and Swerve because Rung’s actually my fave. This is heavily based on a lot of @rocksinmuffin headcanons and I got permission before starting so thanks to them for that.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

A button to push. There had to be a God-damn button to push that would save you from impending doom. You weren’t an astronaut, you shouldn’t have even been sent to space; it was all one big accident at NASA and now it was going to kill you. When you volunteered to be a test dummy for teleportation from one room to another under the simulation of space control, you were eager; it was a job that could have set you up from months with a comfy little nest egg and all you had to do was sit in a pod. In your wildest dreams, you’d never imagined the possibility that the teleporter could go so wrong that you’d be hurled into actual space. Now, as you panicked and screamed for help, you were all too aware that your oxygen was running out in the tiny pod.

Grabbing the radio again, you used what little air was left to send out an SOS, “Is anybody there, please, my name is (F/N) (L/N), I’m stranded in space with little oxygen, send help, please. I don’t…” You started crying, “I don’t want to die here.”

Shortly after the message was sent out, the light-headedness kicked in, you weren’t going to survive, perhaps you should just come to terms with it, then you smiled. Through the dark haze, a large white shadow passed over-head; angels did exist after all.

“For the last time Rodimus, I can’t do anything for her if you keep hovering over me like that,” an agitated voice said from somewhere above you.

“Sorry Ratchet,” the apparent voice of Rodimus said.

You groaned, feeling disoriented and somewhat dizzy.

“Thank Primus, he’s waking up.”

She, Rodimus, she,” Ratchet corrected.

“Right, holoforms everybody, we don’t want to scare her.”

You shielded your eyes upon opening them, everything was so bright, so… white. A shadow loomed over you, allowing you to open your eyes further. It was a man with thick brown hair and black flame tattoos on his arms, hovering over you, with a frown; you had a feeling that the frown didn’t suit him, almost like he was too used to smiling.

“Hey there, I’m Rodimus, you’re aboard the Lost Light, my ship, are you okay?” He spoke slowly and deliberately, enunciating every syllable.

“Uh,” You mumbled sickly, “Ship?”

Like a flash of lightning you remembered the experiment, up to the point of sending out an SOS and then passing out. “What? How did you save me? Are we near Earth?” The questions rushed out, making you all the more nauseous in the process.

“Uh, about that… Magnus, you want to get this one?”

You were surprised when a woman stepped forward, she was wearing a tank top, skirt and a serious expression, “This is going to be a lot to take in so pay attention. You are aboard an alien ship, these are not our true bodies, we’ve simply adopted this form to make you more comfortable. We heard your SOS and rescued you, though we’re nowhere near Earth; how you even got this far out in that primitive pod is beyond me. Do you understand?”

Despite the headache you burst out laughing at the outlandish explanation, this had to be an elaborate prank or you were a part of some other mind experiment that NASA couldn’t tell you about; maybe it was how humans would act in the event of first contact with aliens. “Right,” You giggled, “Because you must be Vulcans, no wait, Daleks right, how about Spaceman Spiff from the planet Zog? No? Stop me if I get it, I can go all day.”

Magnus frowned, looking towards Rodimus, who was smiling now; of all the humans to get, he was glad it was one with an attitude. With a small nod from Rodimus, the two shed their holoforms, revealing giant robotic creatures, who could crush you with little effort if they so deigned.

Strangled sounds escaped you, while your mind tried desperately to rationalise the situation.

“We’re Cybertronians from the planet Cybertron,” Rodimus explained, “and it’s our quest aboard the Lost Light to find the Knights of Cybertron.”

“Aliens,” You mumbled, before passing out for the second time that day.

Once again, you awoke with a groan, the unsettling feeling of dehydration setting in. Evidently, you’d been moved into a different room, this one was darker and smaller, not human-sized per-se but definitely smaller. Moving your head to your left, you saw a man with red hair and glasses in a swirly vest, sat on a chair reading a book. He shut it upon seeing you move, waiting momentarily to make introductions.

“Cybertronian?” You asked.

“Ah, yes, I’m Rung, the ships psychiatrist,” he answered calmly.

“Oh God, this is real, I’m on a ship of aliens… no, I’m the alien, God this is so weird.”

“Now, now, uh is it deep breaths for humans?”

You nodded tiredly, pinching the bridge of your nose and attempting to sit up on the edge of the table you’d been resting on. You felt worse for it but it had to be done. “Uh, I don’t mean to be rude but do you guys have any water?”

Rung nodded, pulling up a small bottle, “Magnus warned me you’d be needing that.”

Greedily, you gulped the water down, feeling instant relief. You turned your attention back to Rung, “Thanks… You know, you don’t have to stay, uh, human, if it makes you uncomfortable; I wouldn’t want to do that to you.”

Rung smiled gently, “You needn’t worry, for now it’ll be easier to talk like this.”

“Right… Cybertronians though… this is a lot to take in. What happens now?”

“That all depends on you, is there anything you’d like to know?”

“How big is this ship?”

“15 miles long and 10 miles wide.”

“Whoa… How do I get home?”

Rung’s smile faded, he pulled his glasses off, “I’m afraid that isn’t possible, even if we could get back to your home planet, you’d have… your race doesn’t live very long and…”

“I can’t go back,” You echoed hollowly. Very suddenly, it didn’t feel as if there was enough air, you started breathing fast, struggling to speak between gasps, “My family- My friends- Job- Future- I-Can’t-Breathe.”

Rung visibly panicked, he didn’t know what to do with a suffering human, were you dying? He didn’t know. He shed his disguise, going for help while you had a panic attack in the darkened room. Your entire life’s course had changed, nothing was certain anymore and to top it all off, you were on a ship full of alien robots.

Eventually, with much yelling between Rodimus and Ratchet, a lot of mediating from Rung, and several telling offs from Ultra Magnus, you managed to calm down on your own; the four bots hanging over you nervously, afraid to do or say anything that may further upset you. Afterwards, you’d been left in the room with Rung for more questions and answers, the others meanwhile, were trying to decide what to tell the crew, or to tell them at all; it was all very confusing.

“Sorry for the freak out earlier,” You said to Rung.

“Quite alright,” he soothed, there wasn’t much left to say now and the mech was ready to leave upon seeing your need to recharge or sleep as you corrected him.

“Thanks, Rung.”

“Actually it’s-” he paused, colour rising to his cheeks and cooling fans blasting on, for you’d gotten his name right; it was such a small thing but one that meant so much to him.

“Are you okay?”

“Why yes, it’s just um, I hope you sleep well (Y/N), welcome to the Lost Light.”

Really will there ever be a fictional couple as great as Jack and Maddie Fenton?

Hell felt like heaven. At least Finn/Balor did. Finns teeth dug at your neck and collar bone as you rode him. His hands guided your hips as your thighs guiding you up and down on his lap. He was so thick that you felt like he would break you in half. With your arms bound behind your back you had no real way to hold onto him, but you wanted to go faster.

“Finn….”you whined. “Untie me.” You looked down at him through hazy lust filled eyes. His own bright blue orbs glimmered with a hint of mischief. He kept his gaze as he bite down on one of your nipples and tugged on it harshly. You let out another strangled cry before throwing your head back.

“What’s the magic word kitten?” He teased. Your chest heaved as your lungs struggled to find oxygen.

“Please…please Finn.”

He kissed your chest.

“That’s a good girl..” he continues his assault on your chest as his hands reached behind you to untie the satin fabric. Once your wrists had been freed you shoved him on his back. He allowed it, it was hot when you tried to out power him. His tongue darted out to lick his lips. “Fuck you look so good up there.”

With his encouragement, you began moving again, this time your nails scratched down his chest making him growl and arch upwards.

His hips began colliding with your own and the sound of the flesh smacking together spurred you on further. You could feel him hit a spot deep within you that made you see white.

“Finn…” you whimpered again. Finn sensed you were close and quickly pushed upwards. He moved you onto your hands and knees and began pounding you violently from behind. He bit onto your shoulder again as he felt your walls clench around him.

“Cum for me baby…” he whispered.

Your body obeyed. The throbbing sent you over the edge causing your walls to pull on him. Finn let out a low groan as he came, spilling every ounce of himself inside.

It was quiet.

Finn carefully slid out, he needed to keep from getting hard all over again. He watched your body collapse onto the mattress and pulled you up to him so he could spoon you.

“You okay?” He asked.

You turned to face him and kissed him deeply.

“Never better.”


Dr. Rachel Scott [The Last Ship || Season 1]

When MC has the period... in other words, MM Headcanons no one asked for. Yeah!

Da fug I’m doing

Yoosung Kim

  • This poor little thing doesn’t know what to do lol.
  • “Yoosung, dear, this isn’t my first period. Don’t worry!”.
  • Buuuut he is worried. For you. Because he loves you so much.
  • He wraps you in a blanket and he whispers in your ear: "MC, please, don’t catch a cold, hm?”. Then, he kisses your nose.

Zen/Hyun Ryu

  • Cuddles, cuddles everyday.
  • Soft kisses on your cheeks, temples and forehead.
  • Aaand, dulcis in fundo, he will always remember the first day of your period.
  • “Zen, what are you doing?”.
  • “I’m counting”.
  • “… What?”.
  • “I’m counting down the days… you know…for… ”.

God blesses this guy, amen.

Jaehee Kang

  • She is a woman and a worker, so she knows every little tricks of the trade for headache, backache etcetera etcetera. 
  • She never ask you: “Are you ok?” or “Oh… do you have…?”. No.
  • She puts her arms round your waist, she kisses your cheek softly. And tells you: “Now, sit down on the sofa. I’ll bring your pillow, a blanket and dvds of Zen’s musicals, ok?”. 

Jumin Han

  • He cuddles you, hugs you, kisses you all the time.
  • He is so worried for you, he would follow you everywhere if he could.
  • Oh, God. He would buy half pharmacy and half pads department, and he would cancel every meeting of the day for you. Only for you.

Saeyoung Choi/Luciel/Seven/707

(I need an oxygen cylinder, please)

  • He hugs you from behind, massaging your stomach gently and slowly. “Do it hurt?”
  • Oh, and if he sees you in pain, he will lift you up and take you in the bedroom, he will kneel down. “I can make a chamomile tea… or hot chocolate. Would you like a cup of hot chocolate?”.
  • No jokes, like “HOT DR PEPPER FOR YOU”. No, because you are his light.

  • He hugs you all the night, his hands on your stomach to give you warm.

V/Jihyun Kim

  • He makes you hot chamomile tea every afternoon, without asking.
  • He often takes and caresses your hand.
  • He cancels his photography trips to stay with you.
  • He puts his arms round your shoulders and ask you: “How do you feel?”.

Saeran Choi/Unknown

  • Your trusted candies pusher.
  • He literally doesn’t know what to do.
  • He doesn’t know if ask you to go out for ice cream.
  • He is afraid to hurt you simply touching you. 
Ripples From the Past - Leto!Joker x Reader

Requested by @maxanne234 . I am so, so sorry that this has taken me such a long time to post. I know this has been sitting in my inbox for a while, and I feel terrible for not getting it written sooner. Just due to personal issues and such, I’ve been kinda lacking muse to write, especially Jared Leto’s Joker. Anyways… I hope this is what you had in mind!

Okay so I’ve had this idea for a while. The reader does not like to call the joker Daddy. Like At all. Due to bad things that happened to her in her past. How the joker respones is up to you.


“What the hell is wrong with you?” he scoffs, grabbing my arm to keep me from walking away from him.

“What the hell is wrong with me? I should be the one asking you, J!” I yell back at him, pulling myself out of his grip.

“Don’t you yell at Daddy-”

“Stop calling yourself that! And stop trying to make me call you that!” I shout, turning from him, unable to stand this conversation - or him - anymore.

“Oh no, you’re not walking away from me, Y/N,” he grunts, pulling me back and pushing me up against the wall roughly, “You’re not going anywhere until you answer some questions, doll. Understand?”

I stare at “ha-ha’s” dancing across his chest, unable to look him in the eyes. Reaching up, he wraps his fingers around my chin, forcing me to look up at him. He was breathing heavily, I could feel his hot breath brushing against my cheek. He doesn’t say anything for a few moments, just resigns to gazing at my face, his eyes flicking back and forth.

“Why…” he begins, his voice a whisper but still harsh,” Why don’t you like that name?”

“Because,” I reply simply, trying to keep my expression blank.

Quickly moving his hand from my chin to my throat and adding more pressure, he growls, “Not good enough, Y/N.”

Feeling the tears begin to prick the corners of my eyes, from the memories and lack of oxygen, “Please stop…”

After waiting a few more seconds, he slowly releases some of the pressure, allowing me to breath again. His unblinking gaze never leaves my face as I suck in mouthfuls of air, the tears still threatening to overflow.

“Don’t think some heavy breathing and tears are going to get you off the hook, Y/N. You still have a lot of explaining to do,” he grunts, narrowing his eyes at me, his hand still resting across my neck.

“I… I just can’t call you that…” I say softly, staring over his shoulder at nothing in particular.

“You’re really starting to get on my nerves, and if you don’t start doing some real talking soon, I’ll resort to sure-fire ways to get it out of you. And you will not like that, doll,” he frowns.

“Alright, alright, calm your tits, J,” I say, holding my hands up and taking a deep breath.

“Don’t you-”

“Just shut up and let me talk, will ya? This is hard enough as it is…” I say, my turn to frown now.

Shutting his mouth and dropping his hand from my throat, he grabs onto my arm and pulls me across the bedroom to the bed, sitting down on it and motioning for me to sit beside him. I take a seat, leaning forward on my knees to gather my thoughts and collect myself.

“I… I had problems growing up… issues with my parents-”

“That’s why you can’t call me Daddy? You have daddy issues?” he interrupts, raising a hairless brow.

Unable to keep it in any longer, I stand up from the bed and turn on him, tears streaming across my cheeks, “Can you not stay quiet for one fucking second? Do you feel the need to interject every single fucking time I ever open my mouth? Is what I say really that bad? Or are you really just that impatient? Oh, no, it’s because you’re the King! You can do whatever the hell you want! Well, I’m sick and tired of men pushing me around and it ends today.”

He opens his mouth to object, but I put an end to that before he even gets the chance to suck in a breath.

“No, you are going to shut your fucking mouth, and listen to what I have to say. Do you understand me?” I say harshly, pointing a finger ins his direction.

All he does is nod.

“Do you know what it’s like for your father to come home every night so drunk he should be dead and beat the everliving shit out of you? Hm? No, I don’t think you do. He always used to say, ‘C’mere, baby girl, and help Daddy’…” I shout, the tears coming even more freely now, “Have you ever wondered before now why I’ve tried to not call you that, or why when we’re having sex I want the light off, or why I never shower with you?”

He doesn’t say anything, he only stares at me with his mouth hanging open just slightly.

“Well, have you?!”

Pausing a second, he whispers, “No.”

Proceeding to pull my sweater over my head, I take a few steps closer to him so he could see my stomach and back, turning for him. “Here’s your answer.”

He slowly reaches forward and gently touches the faded scars that littered my body. I could see the anger rise up in him the longer he looked; his jaw began to clench, he balled a fist at his side.

“Don’t start planning anything, he’s been dead seven years now,” I say, taking my sweater and slipping it back over my head, covering the marks back up.

His gaze flicks back up to my face, the rage obvious in his eyes. But then he takes a few breaths, calming himself back down. Then he grabs me around the waist and pulls me down into his lap, burying his face into my neck and hair.

“I’m so sorry, doll,” he mumbles, kissing all the skin he could reach.

We never had any Daddy issues after that.

Mike’s turn! In no particular order:

Mike impressed Harvey from day one.
Mike chose Harvey over Trevor.
Mike followed Harvey around everywhere, like a puppy.
Mike idolized Harvey so much he tried to imitate him.
Mike told Louis he “answers to Harvey.”
“It’s important.” “It’s always important.” “It’s for Harvey.” “It’s always for Harvey!”
Mike literally begged Harvey for his trust.
Mike defended Harvey to Trevor.
Mike stood up to Donna for Harvey (“What isn’t fair is Harvey taking the blame for your mistake.”)
Mike told Clifford Danner “a story about what [Harvey] did for me.”
Mike told Donna he “can’t talk right now” because Harvey told him he was proud.
Mike told Jimmy that Harvey’s done “more for me than you know.”
Mike said he can’t leave Harvey.
Mike told Rachel that Harvey’s one of the people he loves.
Mike lied to Jessica about where Harvey was because Harvey told him to.
Mike told Jessica he trusts Harvey and she should too. 
Mike wore a vest to see if Harvey would notice.
Mike put himself between Harvey and Louis went they were fighting.
Mike also put himself between Harvey and Tanner when they were throwing punches.
Mike helped Harvey through a panic attack.
Mike told Robert Zane, “when you come after Harvey, you come after me.”
Mike signed a case over to Katrina when he knew it was too much for Harvey to handle.
Mike told Harvey he was worried about his state of mind.
Mike told Rachel that Harvey put everything on the line for him “and then he did it again.”
Mike asked for Harvey’s permission to leave because he was “tired of putting the people I care about in jeopardy.”
Mike told Harvey he made a mistake and he wanted to stay.
Mike told Jessica he was back where he belonged after coming back to Harvey.
Mike asked Harvey if they could go out to lunch together.
Mike called him and Harvey “Butch and Sundance” which was literally a movie about two “friends” who spent all their time together and moved out of the country to avoid jail for their crimes.
Mike closed his eyes in relief when Harvey chose him over Logan, his own client.
Mike cried in front of Harvey at least three times now.
Mike asked if Harvey wanted to go out and celebrate.
Mike asked Donna what to get Harvey as a gift.
Mike told Harvey that, “You didn’t just give me a job. You gave me a family.”
Mike asked if Harvey was disappointed in him.
Mike said he didn’t care if Harvey gave him permission, he still wasn’t giving him up.
Mike said he wasn’t gonna roll on Harvey (and didn’t.)
Mike told Rachel the idea of turning on Harvey was “disgusting.”
Mike begged Harvey to stop provoking him into hitting him. 
Mike was scared of prison but still didn’t let Harvey take the fall, (“I am not letting you go to prison for a crime I committed!”)