I need to know what the hamsters on his legs are supposed to be 😂 are they like poofy shoulder pads but for legs? Hamster-shaped knee pads? A new cool accessory unbeknownst to the rest of the world yet?? Just giant live hamster friends???
A/N- My (now) standard TJeffs a/n: Yes, I do write Jefferson but keep in mind that I think historical Jefferson was an evil dick. I write for Jefferson from the play…
“Asshole.” You heard him mutter as you walked past. You stopped in your tracks and stepped backward until you were standing in front of the stranger.
“I’m sorry. What?” You said angrily, your eyebrows shooting upward.
“Nothing.” he replied shrugging, his hands deep in his coat pockets.
“No. I heard you. Why don’t you say that to my face you…” You searched for the right insult, “Tall ass man-child!”
“It looks like someone is having a bad day.” He smirked, leaning so his face was near yours.
“You think so?!” You snapped.
“I do.” He placed his hands on your shoulders and you tensed, he turned you sideways do that he could more easily slide his arm around your shoulders. His poofy hair provided an annoying tickle on your cheek.
A redheaded college girl decked out in a skimpy referee outfit draped herself over Sam’s arm. His upper arm pressed firmly between an impressive set of breasts. Her friend, a dark brunette dressed in a metallic white bikini with ruffles on the edges, stood on Sam’s right tracing the sweat beading on his beer bottle, while leaning over the table and never breaking eye contact. Both girls hadn’t spared me a glance. I wasn’t even sure they knew I was present. They did, however, notice Sam from the moment he entered the bar. A round of shots later, they sauntered over and commenced flirting before he could take the first sip of the local craft brewery’s pumpkin beer.
“Hey handsome, wanna play?” The referee purred in his ear. “I promise I won’t call foul.”
He squirmed uncomfortably as she whispered something in his ear. He laughed nervously. Her metal whistle clicking against the table. Any slight amusement of the situation I held onto dropped in an instant when she flicked golden brown eyes toward his lap, a smirk twitching beneath full red lips. I covered my frown by pretending to sip my beer. My appetite had vanished.
“Come on, Liz.” The other girl whined, then flicked her large black eyes towards Sam. “Wouldn’t you rather be with me?”
“And what are you suppose to be?” Sam asked desperately inching his arm away from Referee.
The girl stood up straight placing her hands around her curvaceous hips modeling the shiny swimwear. A light gauzy material floated around her body stemming from a bedazzled collar. She pouted playfully with perfect full lips. Ugly black thoughts rose in my mind. I glared at the dartboard on the wall.
“What? Can’t you tell? I’m a ghost!”
She leaned against the table her hand disappearing below. From the startled movement Sam made and where his eyes dropped her hand landed somewhere sensitive. My hand tightened dangerously around the neck of the bottle. I made a mediocre effort not to entertain the idea of her neck beneath my thumbs.
“Aren’t I scary?” She grinned.
“A-ah, yes!” His voice pitched a little higher than usual giving the girls a good giggle.
From the bar a couple girls were calling names and cheering. The clamor drew Referee and Ghost’s attention. I bit back the urge to yell at them to leave. Like a selfish child, I wanted to throw a tantrum, push them away, and keep Sam to myself. It was dark satisfying sensation, if I could ignore the nagging moral implications.
“That’s us.” Referee said. “Don’t go anywhere, handsome.”
She slid away rushing toward her friends. Ghost moved past Sam, her hand moving from out of sight to his shoulder. She lingered as long as she could before she was out of reach. She blew him a kiss with a wink. She was unknowingly lucky that I restricted myself from public killings.
“I’ll be back.” She promised before joining in on the cheers.
He smiled in response, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He turned back to the table exhaling disbelievingly and shook his head. Intellectually, I knew he hadn’t enjoyed the attention, yet, the sour immature frustration remained like a stubborn cat on important documents.
“Sorry about that.”
Annoyed I replied with a scathing mocking tone. “Hey, handsome… Wanna play?”
Sam chuckled embarrassed.
“I’ll be back… Aren’t I scary?”
“Okay, okay…” He waved away my impressions good naturedly.
“What can’t you tell?” I continued with a scoff. I took a swig of my beer. It tasted metallic and bitter on my palate. “A ghost, please…”
“You’re not…” Sam was grinning, “… Jealous. Are you?”
Adrenaline rushed me. I snorted a little too hard. My eyes darted away from him.
“No! Would a jealous person mock and ridicule someone for no reason?” I glared.
“Like you just did?”
“Well… I have a reason!”
“Which is…” My mind went blank. Just how much alcohol was in these fancy craft beers? “Yes, okay. I’m jealous! But it’s not what you think.”
I took a triumphant swig of beer that in no way was a way to escape the conversation and buy me more time to think. Sam leaned in his cheerful disbelief now a smug full smile.
“So, what is it?”
“Maybe I’m just jealous those girls get to have a normal Halloween. They get to dress up in costumes and it’s just that… A costume. It’s not real to them. They get to drink carefree and hit on random guys and tomorrow they can move on.”
I felt a little bad playing the normal life card. I studied the label on the beer. A heavy hand clapped my shoulder. A quick glance confirmed it was Dean. He leaned in the space over the table as if to speak with co-conspirators.
“Or maybe it’s because those two coed hotties were moving in on what you want and you’re just jealous plain and simple.” Dean stated matter of factly with a big boyish grin.
“Dammit, Dean!” I muttered low enough Sam couldn’t hear.
“Anyways, Alex and I are going to head out, so have fun you two.” He shot an eyebrow wiggle toward Sam.
Silence impregnated the conversation. The squealing of girls at the bar seemed distant. I found myself studying them. Their smiles were beautiful, white, and straight. They threw their heads back with full feminine laughs, poised with each other in front of their phones, and casually hugged each other. A small pang in my heart told me I hadn’t lied completely before. I wondered what it would be like to have so many friends with such vibrant life.
“Hey.” Sam said softly.
I looked at him questioningly.
“Come with me.”
His smile was kind and promising, an echo of his earlier teasing. He held out his hand. Completely intrigued, I took it without hesitation. His long warm fingers closed around my hand. He led me out of the bar into the night. The heat of the bar quickly cooled from my clothes leaving my skin chilled. I shuddered. From the air or from anticipation, I couldn’t tell. Sam expertly navigated through the crowded streets. A couple blocks later, we turned. We entered a building before I could see the sign.
It took me a couple moments to realize where we were. Halloween decorations were displayed all around. To my right was a Grim Reaper with glowing red eyes, just beyond him were racks of costumes. My eyes grew wide and I stared up at Sam my mouth a gape. He stuffed his hands into his pockets unsure of my reaction.
“A costume store?” I managed.
“Yeah… You know…” He shrugged trying to be casual. “You wanted the normal experience. I know it’s not exactly-”
“It’s perfect.” I interrupted before the misting in my eyes could affect my voice.
He cleared his throat. “Great.” His smile relaxed me. “Let’s take a look.”
We walked to a rack. Excitement made my fingers tremble. I reached out anxiously ignorant of the proper procedure of how to shop. I flipped through the clothes on the rack. I found a glittery tutu. It had a matching purple spandex top compete with a crown and wand that lit up. I pulled it away from the rest.
“Sam, what do you think?” I asked jokingly holding it against myself.
His eyebrows shot up then he carefully considered it. “It’s cute.”
“I meant for you!” I teased.
He laughed a deep rumbling laugh that sent pleasure surging in my chest. Proud of eliciting such a charming reaction, I grinned to myself. I replaced the silly costume on the rack when I heard a couple of girls in the row behind us.
“Hey, that guy is really cute.” She whispered.
“Where?” Her friend responded. “Oh… Yeah…!”
“Is that girl his girlfriend?”
“No way! She’s so…”
My hands stop moving. My heart thudded painfully. I didn’t dare look at Sam. I gripped the costume in front of me trying to cast off the hurt. The light dimmed, then a familiar scent washed over me. Startled I looked up to see Sam reaching to the other side of me pulling a costume off the wall. He brought it down, but didn’t move away. My shoulder pressed against his chest. He leaned in closer than necessary.
“What do you think?” He asked.
I blinked at him. Heat seeped into my cheeks when my gaze flicked to his lips. I wet my mouth and looked at the costume he held out. It was a simple pirate costume- red and white skirt with torn black stockings, a brown corset with a poofy off shoulder blouse, including a classic pirate hat with a skull and bones printed on the front. I took it from him.
“I like it.” I replied unable to quip anything with the blood rushing in my ears.
He reached up again retrieving another costume. He spoke sheepishly, “It’s got a matching set. So… We can, uh, match…”
He smiled reassuringly. I returned it easily. The girls from before whispered again.
“They are together.”
“That’s too bad…”
I caught myself looking at them. I snapped my head back toward Sam. He stepped back his smile tipping into a light smirk. He held out his hand again.
“Come on, let’s go try these on.”
I nodded following him to the changing station. I came out clutching my folded clothes to by chest nervously. The skirt was shorter in the back than I thought originally. Even with the torn fishnet stockings I felt awfully exposed. Sam emerged a moment later. He wore flat shoes, matching red and white torn pants, a brown vest with a loose white shirt that hid his toned body beneath, and a rag tied around his head with an eyepatch lazily pulled back. He spotted me and froze. His jaw clenched hard.
Surprised by his reaction I blurted. “It looks bad. Yep. Okay, I’m changing.”
I turned to go back into the stall. His hand wrapped around my arm gently. Nervously I looked up at him. He met my eyes earnestly.
“You look amazing.”
In my peripheral vision I caught a glimpse of his ear sticking out of the lopsided cap. His hair was uncharacteristically pulled to one side leaving the ear exposed. The end was tipped a faint red. Thunderstruck, I realized he was blushing. I tilted to get a better view of his ear. It definitely became a shade redder. This new discovery made me lighter with glee. Affection filled my gaze.
“You look good too…” To cover my own blush I continued, “I mean, for the scum of the sea.”
He smiled brightly. “Okay, let’s go pay for these and get to trick or treating!”
The store clerk gave us complimentary trick or treat bags where we stowed our clothes. He offered his hand for the third time that night. This time he didn’t let go. Throughout the night while we knocked on random stranger’s door chanting the age old mantra to request candy, even when some of those adults gave reproachful glare accusing us of being too old for the game, and all the way back to the hotel where Dean was still absent and the streets had gone quiet, his hand was tucked firmly in mine. He finally let go when we spread our candy on the bedsheet. We ate our fill while trading stories of our scariest hunts. We settled against the pillows as the implosion of sugar came crashing down. I feel asleep in his embrace, a black and white movies droned on silently on the TV.
Garnet, relaxing on a deck chair, somehow pulling off poofy shoulder pads, a square afro and what I can only assume are magical aviator goggles, all at the same time. How did she become this cool.
Amethyst’s hair is pretty much how mine looked when I was about 15, probably a little longer. Also, she’s purple, which is my favourite colour, so that’s cool. I actually have an amethyst - as in, the gemstone - with me as I type this, but I feel that says more about me than it does about her.
That sitting animation was adorable, and I love the colours used in this shot.
So, from the opening, Garnet seems quiet, calm and relaxed, Amethyst is groovy and upbeat, while Pearl is serene and graceful.
And here’s Steven, cheery, and eating a hotdog.
All in all, that was a good opening! The music is cute, and the singers are actually quite good.
a luke blurb based on the part of "tear in my heart" by twenty one pilots thats like "you fell asleep in my car i drove the whole time" would be aDorable (this is from hemmobutt)
Luke, after months of constant studying you in your most vulnerable of states, found what worked with your quirks or the things that upset you or how to fix a bit of what he could manage when you weren’t at your best. A common, and rather easy solution to many of your issues was simply to find a quiet setting with him involved where you were able to release all your stress and escape from the reality of whatever troubled you that particular day or week or month.
More often than not, he was taking you by the hand under a mountain of his clothes; his sweatpants with the band rolled numerous times slung across your hips, his hoodie tucked over your knuckles and the hood tied under your neck over the fabric of one of his beanies. His car was nothing more than an escape to you, a chance to be alone with your hand threaded past Luke’s slender fingers and the calming pass of city lights lulling you into a trance of nothingness, retracting all bits of crippling stress from the deepest crevices of your mind, allowing you to forget.
Luke didn’t have the heart to wake you, sensing the drowsiness in your limbs when your hand grew limp in his and eventually pulled toward your lap where the other resided. He nearly swerved into oncoming traffic in the rush to quiet the strum of guitars filtering from the mix CD he’d slid in before the two of you took off.
You looked so peaceful when you slept, so Luke had found. It was the only time he got to see the crinkle in your forehead grow slack or the down turn to your thinly pressed lips creep a bit to a neutral line. You smiled at him and at his jokes and when he asked for hugs and kisses and when he tried to make you dinner, only to explode Alfredo sauce to the inside of the microwave and nearly burn the pasta noodles to a crisp. But those were rare occasions in which you unknowingly let your guard down, for that split second forgetting the essay you had due in a week or the big report you’d forgotten to save on your work laptop.
You were at your happiest when either sleeping or in the mere vicinity as Luke; when each of those things combined you were the most gleeful camper in the entire cabin. You most looked forward to leaving your things at your own apartment and quickly taking to Luke’s, curling into his arms over some takeout Chinese and then clinging to the broad planes of his chest until the screeching of your alarm reset for you to do it all again.
Luke drove and drove and drove, taking circles around the neighborhood he lived in as a child, passing your apartment a few times, rolling past the old playground the two of you took walks in, considering the twenty-four hour ice cream shop just a few blocks down from his building. Only when a street light flickered out by pure coincidence did he glance at the clock on the radio, finding they’d passed the same three mile radius for a good three hours. His steady ten miles below the speed limit didn’t fail as he gently braked into his parking spot, cringing at each unintended noise he caused.
Arms circumvented the crease behind your knees and around your shoulders, hoisting you against his chest. He silenced your protests with soft shh’s and the splotching of kisses to the spot of your cheeks he could reach while unlocking the door with an oddly cocked hand. “Just coming back home,” He promised into your hair, kicking the door shut behind him, “Gonna go to bed now, okay?”
“Where’d we go?” You mumbled sleepily into his chest, palm clenching and relaxing against the fabric adorning his lean torso.
“No where important,” Luke told you, sliding each of you back under the sheets. He flailed around for a moment, finally wrapping the final bits of the poofy comforter to your shoulders as his legs hooked around your curled calves, “Go back to sleep, baby.”
“Can we go on another adventure?” He was sure by the tone in your whine that you wouldn’t remember a bit of what happened past stumbling into his chest at eleven in the evening asking to go for a drive.
“Maybe tomorrow,” He felt like a parent comforting a child, but there was no regret in any of his movements nor actions. He stroked gently at your hair, lips pursing against your forehead, “Relax. You can sleep. There’s nothing to worry about. I’ve got you.”
Confession: Everytime someone brings up an argument against Anders and his blowing up of the Chantry, I feel the need to defend him. I can’t even think of any good things to say in his defense that don’t have a strong rebuttal, I just really like his poofy shoulders.
Maybe it was wishful
thinking on her part, but she still couldn’t help but run her hand over the
delicate lace. It was smooth and soft and utterly divine beneath her
fingertips. The price-tag was ridiculous, and the silk underdress alone
probably cost enough for three of Mary’s paychecks. But it was so lovely, and
such a dream, that she couldn’t help but spin in place and imagine John looking
at her in this dress.
She never thought she’d
end up here. Tears pricked her eyes when she looked in the mirror, through the
sheer veil they’d draped over her hair.
“You look like a fairy
tale, Mary.” Janine spoke softly behind her, gaze sweeping over the fitted
fabric. “It would barely need to be altered.”
“I can’t possibly
afford this, Janine. We’ve already lucked out with such a nice venue, and with
Molly’s help with the decorations. I don’t think I can afford a splurge like
this.” She sighed, tracing over the detailed embroidery around her waist. “Even
if it is perfect.”
“You’re not hurting for
money, Mary. Surely if you shifted things around a bit, maybe took on a few
extra shifts?” Janine bit her lip, holding back her reassuring smile. “I’m sure
John won’t mind a little extra work if it makes you happy.”
Mary snorted, wiping at
the tears that had gathered at her cheek. “John would throw a fit if he knew I
was even considering not getting this dress. He’d swear up and down that he’d
make up the money. He really is too good.”
“No, he’s not.” The
warm hand on Mary’s shoulder tightened. “You deserve him, Mary. And you deserve
this. You’re getting it.”
“I can’t afford it,
really.” Mary turned away from the mirror, heading to the dressing room. “I’ll
be fine. I can just get the other one, with the poofy shoulders.”
“I absolutely forbid
it. You’ve been mooning over this one since you first laid eyes on it.” Janine’s
grip on her shoulder didn’t let up as she led her to a saleswoman. “Ring the
bell, ladies. We’ve found the one.”
“Janine, honestly, this
dress cost more than I make in half a year, I can’t.” Mary’s cheeks burned red,
her lips thinned. She really couldn’t get it. She’d just be more heartbroken at
the register when she had to tell them to put it back.
“I’ll pay for it. God
knows that Magnussen owes you something beautiful for all the trouble he’s
caused. It’s the least I can do.” Mary didn’t miss the catch, or the emotional
way that Janine’s hand slid to hold hers. “After all, what are best friends
“Not for buying the
wedding dress.” The grin on her face was making her cheeks hurt, and the tears
had started falling again. She didn’t think she’d be this emotional over a
wedding dress, but then, she’d never thought she’d be getting married. “I don’t
know how to thank you.”
Janine’s smile faded as
they headed back to the dressing room. “You can thank me by marrying John
Watson and living your happily ever after, Abby. You can thank me by moving on
from the past. God knows you deserve it.”
Mary closed her eyes
when Janine pressed a warm kiss to her cheek and gripped the other woman’s hand
tighter. “I’m not the only one,” she whispered, watching Janine’s smile spread
again as the saleswoman walked up to chat with them about accessories.
caught up with everyone eventually. Until her time ran out, Mary intended to
make full use of her fairy tale. She only hoped Janine could do the same.
*Author’s note: I’m not ashamed to admit I cried writing this. Omgosh, Mary deserves so much. And I love the position I put Janine in here. I feel like it diverts from the assumption people usually make about her. Let me know what you think?