shitty locals

Okay. I’m really, really late, but this crappy thing took way longer than expected. The last time I’ve colored something was like five years ago and I never even tried to shadow my drawings back then?

So today (at least today in my time zone) the great @lesbianspacenerd has birthday and she’s such an amazing person!! Really, she’s awesome. I wanted to write a story in the beginning, but my english kind of sucks. Next I wanted to draw Pidge with Indira (just go read i here, it’s so good) but I just can’t draw.
So yeah. Please don’t hate my for this crappy idea and the shitty colouring.

I call it “Your favourite local trans buddies” btw.

AU prompts 4

- “you’re my favorite up and coming author and I go to one of your signings, oh my god your handwriting is so pretty, wait did you just write your number in this book” au

- “my car ran out of gas and god, I’m in the middle of no where. I walk and thankfully find a run down diner, you’re the waiter at the coffee bar and wOW YOURE CUTE” au

- “I’m on a blind date with you but I just found out you’re team iron man and I don’t think it’s going to work out” au

- “we’ve been best friends forever but we went to different universities and got separated a few years back. I’m home for summer now and holy shit I think that’s you uhm what happened to your glasses and disgusting fringe” au

- “the person I’m kind of dating brought me to the carnival and they’re trying to win me a stuffed dog at one of those stands but they’re hopeless. you walk up next to us and hand the man a dollar, popped three balloons with those darts and yup you just handed me a stuffed dog oH BOY MY DATE IS PISSED” au

- “we used to go to school together and you’re in this shitty local band that blew up and now you’re touring other countries and stuff but you’re back here for a show. I got front row tickets and in the middle of your world ending guitar solo, you see my face and fuck it up” au

- “my best friend is getting married to your best friend and we have to walk down the aisle together, I remember always hating you but you look really good in a suit wow” au

- “my dog ran away a month ago and you found her in your backyard with your dog, well I’m sorry to break it to you but your dog knocked her up and I’m not about to parent these puppies on my own” au

And so i begin to see art in you,
brushstrokes once on my canvas
appear in your eyes,
dancing with colors as magnificent as the feelings you leave me with

And so i begin to hear music in you,
the tunes i once sang to myself
are gentle hums in your voice,
filling me with a vitality and a comfort as light as your soft kisses

And so i begin to read words in you,
poetic ramblings once scrawled in old notebooks
echo in your very existence,
little nothings once written now all lead back to you.

And so i begin to fall in love,

And it feels beautiful.

— 

words I will not say to you yet

k. h.

Bawson Soulmate AU

So… this was supposed to be just an AU idea for Bawson fic that someone could write but idk why I started writing it all out… Anyway …I know it must have certain plotholes but really, it’s no biggie. This was written for fun :D

Soulmate AU in which one can hear their soulmate’s thoughts (one sided).

Imagine Mike hearing some silly thoughts of a five-year-old girl or some inside jokes her little brain comes up with. And later, during games, him hearing some teenage girl’s voice in his head cheering him on, ‘You can do it, Mike!’. Or having breakfast and hearing ‘One day, Mike Lawson, I’m gonna marry you.’ or ‘Good night, Mike. You played well today.’ Or even random thoughts about dresses vs. baseball, his own stats, advice on how he could improve his play.

At first, it freaks him out - hearing her but not knowing her, feeling her joy and love? for him, this child-like fascination with Mike Lawson. It takes him some time but he gets used to it. The presence of her voice, her thoughts that pop every once in awhile in his head become oddly comforting so much so he learns to rely on them to help him sleep or focus before a game or even lift his spirits whenever the Padres lose because he can’t stand letting her down, this person who has become his constant companion, someone in whose musings he finds solace. It does wonders for his ego as well, he’s not gonna lie, being liked this much by someone.

Sometimes she’ll think of the most embarrassing things about him, how attractive he is, how good of a player he is, some cheesy jokes and he would laugh his ass off, thanking god this person exists because Mike thinks his life would be so dull without her curious and helpful insights.

*  *   *

She guards his rookie card like a dragon guards its treasure. Mike knows this because the girl’s scrambled thoughts let him know she got into a fight with someone who tried to play a joke on her and hid it. God, he wouldn’t want to find himself on her bad side seeing how she obliterates the person with her loud voice that manages to transfer into Mike’s brain - her rage is real.

*   *  *

Things change after he starts dating Rachel and the news goes public - the voice becomes somewhat sadder, possibly even angrier. Mike hopes it’s not because of him, that maybe there’s stuff happening in her life making her feel and think the way she does. Actually, he knows there’s something happening because she keeps thinking of her mom and someone named - Kevin? and there are random curses and swearing which sadden him. Mike wants to be able to comfort her the way she comforted him, but he can’t.

*   *   *

He hears her pray for his broken knees, pray for his recovery, pray that he’ll be able to play again as tiny sobs make their way into his mind as well. It’s her blind faith in him and that unconditional support she offers to a player she happens to like that push him to give his all on the field and now too, as he fights for his career, for the opportunity to play again. He makes it through, her ‘Go, Lawson!’ drawing a smile on his face long after he had forgotten how to smile. Rachel’s is there too of course, but… he can’t compare her and the girl. They both provide him with something he needs just in different ways. (Secretly though, Mike’s just too afraid to admit to himself her support means more, so much more than Rachel’s ever did.)

*   *   *

After a few years of dating, Rachel and he get married; it’s nothing too pompous though there are a few reporters that take their pictures. They appear a few hours later on one website and spread like wildfire all over the Internet.

That night is the last time he hears her. Her last thought he hears is ‘What did ya think, not like you’re going to marry him, you fool get over your stupid teenage crush’ but it’s more like her recollecting someone else’s words mocking her than her own disappointment with him.

*  *  *

The voice becomes silent after that, making him worry something had happened to its owner. However, there’s nothing he can do since he knows nothing about this person, this girl who has been his greatest cheerleader for years.

*   *   *

He misses it, her. Rachel notices but doesn’t ask. It’s for the best, anyway. Mike is not sure he would even be able to explain the hollowness he feels in his chest due to her absence. Sometimes he wonders if Rachel hears her own soulmate’s thoughts… They’ve never discussed it, never talked about the fact they are together but aren’t supposed to be. 

*   *   *

They make it work somehow and Mike is happy with Rachel - until he isn’t.

It starts with them bickering over his travelling all the time and not settling with her. Her job’s in LA and she will not move to San Diego just to  work on some shitty local network. He wants kids but Rachel’s not ready to be a parent. He’s ok with that at first, thinking now is not the time, but she will eventually be ready. Then he realises, she never will be.

*   *   *

The fights and yelling continue. Both of them are too tense, snapping at each other every chance they get so they decide it is for the best they take a break.

*   *   *

Mike isn’t even that surprised when Rachel tells him about the affair, about her meeting her soulmate and wanting to be with him. Elated, she tells him what it was like to see him for the first time and hear his voice outside her head. The smile doesn’t disappear off her face as Mike swallows down everything he wants to say. He doesn’t blame her (not too much), he wants to be with his soulmate too.

*   *   *

The divorce is bittersweet - after all, Mike got used to having Rachel around just like he got used to not hearing the girl’s voice. It takes him a few months to recover and his aching back and knees are no help whatsoever. His teammates keep commenting on his growing grumpiness but Mike shrugs them off since he can’t afford to focus on that. Not now when he has another rookie pitcher coming and all eyes are on him to make it work.

It’s a girl rookie, and so far, Mike hasn’t heard anything about her. He spends a few days watching her tapes, studying her play, posture, stats. She’s not bad but he needs to see her in action on field with him to get the real picture.

*   *   *

It’s her voice chanting his name that wakes him up in the middle of the night, ‘Mike Lawson, tomorrow. Mike Lawson, tomorrow’. 

Mike doesn’t know how he should feel. He’s ecstatic she’s back. Hearing her again after so long feels like winning World Series. At the same time, it’s scares him. Tomorrow? Is it some kind of warning? Is something going to happen?

He struggles but finally falls asleep again holding onto her voice.

*   *   *

He arrives at Petco and heads to the locker room, changes quickly and goes out into the field. He’s about to grab the bat when his head starts pounding, footsteps echoing in his ears and her 'I didn’t see Mike Lawson out there’.

 There where?

He shakes his head and sips some water to calm himself. What the hell?

*     *    *

Mike is talking to some of his teammates when her loud internal squeal breaks his concentration and assaults his ears. He shifts his gaze from his teammates to collect himself because this sound, it’s getting louder and louder.

And just then he notices a girl in Padres jacket standing at the dugout and he hears 'act cool, act cool, act cool, don’t freak out’ so loud he’s afraid his eardrums are going to burst.

What in the world?!

He moves towards her and his palms start sweating, his throat goes dry, and his legs feel like they’re made of lead.

She practically jumping on her feet, smiling brightly, dimples set deep on her face.

 It’ can’t be, right? Of course it’s not her, No way.

Mike internally chastises himself and adopts his usual persona, the carefree playboy catcher as he approaches her. This is just his new rookie.

‘Look what we got here Ginny Baker, in the flesh.’  He congratulates himself on managing to stay calm and say those words with ease he does not feel.

She stars to speak, 'I should tell you, I have your rookie card-’

And  knocks the fucking air out if his lungs.

*    *    *   *   *

She’s back home, in one of her rare visits since her dad died. She’s with her mom at the supermarket, the first time she hears him,

'What if she wants kids, just not with me? What if she’s still waiting for her-’

The thought is cut off which is good since Ginny is about to have a breakdown right there in the middle of the store. Her mom is looking at her like she’s grown a second head and it is then Ginny realises she had screamed. Her hands are shaking but she assures her mom it was nothing more but a nasty cramp.

Ginny dismisses the event as her brain being exhausted after the yelling match she had with Will that day. It was nothing really.

*   *   *

Only, the voice emerges again, and this time Ginny takes notice of the pain and despair it’s laced with that making her sad all of a sudden.

'I can’t do this anymore, I can’t.’

And it sounds eerily like Mike lawson’s voice. Which is insane. Completely and utterly insane. ‘Get over it, Ginny,’ she tells herself.

She doesn’t.

*   *   *

It continues happening, his voice popping up at the most inconvenient times - sometimes when she’s in the shower, sometimes in her sleep, sometimes during games which is especially dangerous since her connection to him, the owner of the voice, has become stronger and her feelings are all jumbled when it comes to him making it that much harder to focus on pitching.

But she got Mike Lawson’s voice stuck in her head, all the struggles he’s facing with his divorce and it pains her to know how deeply it affects him. More than anything, his hurt over a failed marriage, a failed family, makes her want to call him immediately and console him. Him thinking she’s a crazy stalker calling him in the middle of the night stops her from doing so.

*   *   *

She signs for Padres and her excitement is only ruined by his voice and doubt he displays in her abilities.

'A female pitcher? Yeah right.’

What the hell? Does he even know how good she is? And what’s with that snarky and dismissive attitude?

*  *  *

Ginny block out the voice in the weeks following the signing and moving to San Diego. She blocks out everything and everyone.

*   *  *

When she steps in the hallway leading to the locker-room, Amelia, Oscar and Al by her side, something inside of her stirs. She can’t pinpoint what it is exactly… maybe it’s just the overwhelming feeling of being at Petco, of making history, or even meeting her idol.

*   *   *

When she goes out to the field one of the first things, or rather persons, she notices is him, Mike Lawson. He looks so fine even from this distance and Ginny can’t contain her excitement.

He notices her and after exchanging a few words with his teammates he starts approaching her. Her  heart beats wild in her chest and she has to clench her fists and bite the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from screaming out his name.

 'Act cool, act cool, act cool, don’t freak out’, she chants.

Mike Lawson’s standing in front of her, hands on his hips and that smug smile she’s seen on far too many photos.

‘Look what we got here Ginny Baker, in the flesh.’

She rushes to speak to her idol, telling him 'I should tell you, I have your rookie card-“ before she registers his shocked expression.

‘It’s you!’ he exclaims, mouth agape.

Oh dear, she knows what he means.

‘Only now realising it, ha, old man? Well, I knew it was you all along.’

Send Me A Copy

Originally posted by dunkirknharry

You’re childhood friends with Harry and asked to write a untruthful article about Harry at your job as a journalist.

When you got the job of your dreams working for one of the biggest magazines in London as a journalist you were ecstatic to finally be moving to London to be closer to your child hood friend Harry. You’d grown up living in the same street and had always remained close so when the opportunity arrived Harry encouraged you to make the move. The first couple of weeks working for the magazine were amazing, you got to do some awesome articles on events and concerts that were currently happening in the city, so when your boss approached you to write for the gossip section of the magazine you didn’t expect at all for one of your next jobs would be to write an article about your best friend being a womaniser.

You’d been in your apartment staring at the folder that contained what the magazine expected you to write in the article and you could feel every bone in your body feeling guilty for even looking at the folder. You knew none of this was true, Harry was a gentleman and half the girls he’d been seen with were people he’s working with or just close friends, you know how much this article would hurt him and your relationship if you were to write it. So you decided to call him over for dinner hoping you could talk things out and discuss your options, while everything in your heart told you you couldn’t write this article, your head also knew that this job was a once in a lifetime opportunity and saying no to writing this could cost you your career. When Harry knocked on your door and came in with a huge grin on his face embracing you in a hug you got scared about how this night could end.
“ Ive got to talk to you about something important” you said to him as the two of you sat on your bed opposite one an other after eating dinner now watching an episode of friends.
“ Oh god please don’t tell me yeh got back together with that proper dick of a guy” he questioned rolling his eyes a you, you chuckled wishing this conversation would be that easy.
“ No, it’s a lot worse than that” you sighed handing him the folder you’d been given earlier today.
“ This is from my job, they want me to write about you, about how they think your a womaniser and sleep with a heap of girls. But I don’t want to hurt you and write something I know isn’t true, but this is my dream job Harry, the job I have worked my ass of for so any years of working in that shitty local newspaper in Holmes Chapel, I cant fuck this up” you spoke trying to read his face for his emotion.
“ So what yeh want to know is, if yeh write this article will I hate yeh” he spoke looking up from the folder his big green eyes staring into yours, you could almost see his brain working to figure out how to react to the situation, yours way currently doing the same.
“ I don’t want to write it Harry” you spoke softly placing your hand on his across the bed.
“ I don’t want to yeh to write it either, but yeh’v already made up yeh mind, otherwise yeh wouldn’t be asking us” his words were soft but spoken with a harshness, you could see the hurt and anger now, wether that be for you or the article you would produce in a weeks time you weren’t sure.
“ Im going to try and make it more about the good things you do, hardly mention the girls to try and get around this, maybe mention that you’ve been in France filming, or talk about the album, I promise H” you said not wanting to look him in the eye so he couldn’t see the tear rolling down your face.
“ Yeah, send me a copy once yeh done so that when yeh’r upset with me about why we don’t talk anymore I can show yeh the reason why” you sat there in shock as he grabbed his stuff and left your apartment, you cried a lot after he left his last words to you felt like a punch in the stomach you didn’t know would heal if the words he spoke were true.

You didn’t hear from him the two weeks you had to write it, you didn’t have your hopes set too high in receiving any texts but you were defiantly feeling sorry for yourself by the time it came around to be handing in the final in a days time. You’d written the article around 20 times, each one making you hate yourself a little more than the last, in the first couple of days of trying to write it you went through 3 bottle of wine and way too many packets of chips to count. So you’d done every other piece of work you were required to do to avoid the Harry article, you’d thrown yourself into other work to try and push the heavy burden that was currently sitting on your chest from the impending article.It was 4am by the time you finished the final, the piece you wrote could get you fired, you’d come to terms with that by now, you’d realised there would be other jobs, maybe not as amazing as this one, but giving up a lifetime of friendship with Harry just didn’t seem worth it anymore. Walking into work you had your article in one hand and your resignation in the other, it’d look better on your file is you quit rather then being fired. You looked at you’re writing one more time before having to go hand it in reading your words. Londons Underrated Musician Harry Styles. Despite your gut flipping continuously you handed over the article that depicted Harry for who he really was a gentleman who disregarded stereotypes and was passionate about social equality and important issues, and once it had been handed over to the printing department where you know they could remove it from the magazine issue you handed in your resignation and left the office.

There was a slight liberation to going against the rules and then quitting your job which gave you the added confidence to head to Harrys flat with a copy of the article for him to read. You were nervous to see him again and gage his attitude towards you and the article, he’d always secretly hated that you’d become a journalist but you’d hoped after this article all of that would change. You knocked on his door and heard him shout coming before his heavy footsteps approached the door. He opened it up and looked surprised at your appearance at his door, you were generally a put together person so for you to be wearing practically pyjamas and crazy hair he knew something was up.
“ Yeh look like shit” he spoke to you emotionless.
“ So do you, you wanna read why were no longer friends?” I asked handing him the piece of paper watching his eyes scan over the words a small smirk on his face as he finished it.
“ You really submitted this” he questioned moving out of the door way to allow you into the apartment.
“ Yep, I also quit my job over you” you replied placing yourself on his kitchen counter.
“ Was it worth it though” he chuckled sitting next to you on the bench.
“ It was worth it to me the second I deleted the subheading Harry Styles Womaniser off one of the biggest media outlets in London”

Thank you to everyone who’s been reading my writing its been lovely to see. Please send me any feedback or request, or even if you want a chat! 

anonymous asked:

Romano needs more love! So what about a scenario where his s/o cheers him up after he had a bad day?

Alright! Sorry this took awhile! I didn’t mean to fall by the wayside! -Admin Jay


Lovino knew that he slammed the front door harder than he meant too, but right now, he didn’t care. It even made him feel a little bit better. He had already had a shitty shift at the local restaurant…oh how he hated that damn place…fake Italian food, fake Italian cooks, the only real Italian in there was him and they were even mumbling about firing him. He had heard it himself in hushed whispers as he went to clock out. As he walked into the house and tried to clear his head, he froze dead in his tracks. 
That smell…
It wasn’t a bad smell…it was heavenly. Lovino sniffed the air for a second before biting his lip. 
Italian…real Italian…
Lovino raised an eyebrow before walking into the kitchen and finding his s/o arguing with the coffee machine.
“I have five minutes until he gets home! Now make the coffee or find a new home!”
Lovino couldn’t help but chuckle…it was nice to hear his s/o yelling at the damn coffee machine as well.
“It won’t work any faster if you yell. I try that every morning.”
His s/o turned around startled and bit their lip before laughing nervously.
“Lovi! You’re home early!…”
“On time actually…for once.”
“I…dinner is almost ready…”
Lovino looked at the sink and the raised an eyebrow…everything was red…tomatoes…the smell coming from the oven was heavenly…
“Are you really making Italian for dinner?”
His s/o turned bright red and stammered, it was clear they were worried Lovino would be mad at them.
“I know you work at a shitty Italian place, but I figured some good Italian food would make it better…I got the recipe from Feliciano and wanted to make you happy…”
Lovino bit his lip to hide the smile trying to creep on to his face. They went out of their way to get everything fresh to make him a real homemade lasagna and apparently attempted to make coffee, just so he could have a good day…
“Ti amo…really. You’re too good for me…”
Lovino kissed his s/o gently on the cheek before hugging them tightly…before flipping off that good for nothing coffee machine. Everything was better now, screw that lousy job anyways.

So, I finally quit my shitty job at the local movie theatre, but I told them my excuse was that I was going to college and didn’t want to work for my first semester. (I didn’t want to explain to them that how corporate treated base employees was really the reason)
Well, I go to one of my classes and I realize that my old boss is in the class as well.
Awkwarrrd

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As the only superhero in Metropolis, Danny Lawrence constantly has her hands full, especially when an inquisitive coworker named Laura Hollis takes it upon herself to find out who “Supergirl” really is.