precious petal

GOOD MORNING my precious petals

how are you on this fine day please somebody knock me out right now Ragnar woke me in the middle of the night because he had to go out again and I wish this was a nightmare instead of reality because I got no sleep after that

She’s a beautiful flower planted in the soil of the earth,
petals precious and soft just like her soul,
and stem curved just like her spine.
—  F.M.V.A

So, I have no idea if we’ll be going canon anytime soon, or, if ever, but what are all your hopes and dreams for the canon kiss? Is it Carol initiated? Daryl initiated? Both?

I always wanted a Daryl initiated kiss, but my DREAM compromise scenario is if he goes for the kiss first, and Carol is so completely shocked and stunned that she sorta cant do anything for the minute cos she’s internally screaming “OMG WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING RIGHT NOW ARE WE DOING THIS? HE’S KISSING ME? WUT?”, and Daryl quickly catches onto this, and, being the precious lil’ bean that he is, mistakes this for her rejecting him, immediately prompting him to pull back and start stuttering out an apology cos he thinks he’s completely ruined everything between them and yadda yadda yadda precious petal is precious.

Soon enough, Carol’s brain catches up to the moment and she’s like “OKAY DIS GOOD THO” so in a wonderfully “Caryl” fashion she whispers “Stop” (yeah but it’s like when Daryl always said it, right!!!), looks at him in  the most gentle way ever, and kisses him back.

So in that way, it’s sort of BOTH of them initiating the first kiss? 

AND THEN DA SMUSHY KISSY KISSY -NESS ENSUES with awkward nose bumps and giggling and aaaaal of that and then maybe thats it for their first kiss and it takes a while for them to talk things out, and skirt around each other awkwardly for a few days before the HAWT kissing starts.

What are all your headcanons? I wanna know! 


You glanced down at the screen of your cell phone which was illuminating the bedside table, squinting a little from the glow in the dark room. It was probably late morning but you had just gotten back from a hunt and crashed. Thank God for blackout curtains. But now Cas’ name was blinking on your phone. You furrowed your brow as you looked at the caller ID.

“Hello?” You tried your best not to sound too groggy.

“Oh. Y/N… I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” You always wondered at how his deep, gravelly voice could have such smooth overtones at the same time. It was very relaxing.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, pain coming back slowly to the bruises that were reminders of your hunt. “No, no. It’s fine. What’s up?”

There was a long pause. You had no idea how Cas was suddenly panicking on the other end. You ass. You didn’t think of a real reason to call. You ASS.

“Cas?” Another beat of silence. “Is everything okay?” Now you sat up in bed, your own heart starting to pump a little faster now.

“Umm. Yes. Yes, everything is fine. I just thought I would call to–to check in. You know… To stay in touch… like I do.”

Now you furrowed your brow in confusion. “You don’t really do that,” you said.

“Oh. Well, I think I should. So. Here’s me… doing that.”

“Okay… Well. Good to hear from you, Cas,” you said, rubbing at your eyes.

“Yes. You too, Y/N. As always.”  And he hung up. Castiel, you horse’s ass.

anonymous asked:

So the other day I was watching planet earth for some reason with my bf and I'm obsessed with elephants so when I saw the little baby elephants I started squealing because of how adorable they are and I was like are they not the cutest things in the whole world and he was like no and I just looked at him with complete shock on my face and he laughed and said you are and I started blushing like crazy and he laughed even harder and said now you're even cuter and I didn't know who else to tell


Fun fact: You love Kelas Parmak. You might not know it yet, but it’s true. There is no way to undo this.  Nor would you ever want to I mean look at him

Garak does not deserve this beautiful soul 

Some days  late into the early morning hours you just need to draw quick sketches of cardassian babes

opium-and-roses  asked:


put a flower crown on cirilla’s head , @opium-and-roses

“But Aeva! I can’t wear this above my crown.”, fighting a bright smile the young empress reproachfully eyed the dark-haired woman. A gesture she had a lot practice in thanks to her new husband and position at court. Her eyes crossed her dark eyes, so very mysterious artfully painted with coal, she didn’t dare to hold her gaze, down over the red lips.

“It will fall off and spill all the precious petals on the garden floor.”

heart-attack-harry  asked:

hey love...what's your favorite makeup product, a place you always wanted to go, and a song you remember from your childhood? oh and be sure to include a joke at the end ;)

Hello babe!! Favorite makeup product?!!! AHHH I have so many! But probably highlighter it’s soooo beautiful! Specifically the “wet n wild” highlighter in “precious petals”
Hmmm probably London as cliche as it sounds!! Hmm a song I remember from my childhood, probably lots of classic rock but more specifically I remember always singing AC/DC’s “highway to hell”
Knock! Knock!
Who’s there?
Ho-ho who?
You know, your Santa impression could use a little work.

do you ever think about how some people see this tiny precious petal of a man, this one inch tall dewdrop of a detective, who cries because his omelette became scrambled eggs, who wears silk pajamas and dressing gowns because he likes to feel the soft texture against his skin, who drinks juice out of tiny kid sized cartons, who loves all dogs and bats and bees – and then they pair him off with women. or with scary abusive stalkers. or with syringes full of cocaine and heroin.

and you just want to grab him and hug him and protect him from all this because he does not deserve this. he deserves soft warm smiles and strong small hands holding him and a high pitched giggle when he says something funny and itchy jumpers that make his hair stand out with static electricty and a gentle voice lined with curiosity at his experiments and a gun in a steady fist aimed at whoever decides to cause him harm.

sherlock holmes deserves john watson, nothing less than that will ever be right