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IT’S TERRIBLE AND AWFUL QUALITY BUT IT’S ALSO 5AM AND I’M TIRED AND MY WRIST IS CRAMPING

but this was too good not to do a terrible doodle of i’m sorry

Okay yes now i’m gonna…. go focus on finishing the 10 gloomverse pieces i’m working on…. i get distracted so easily oops…..

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anonymous asked:

did u see how much yuuri had to drink at the sochi banquet?? like i get that champagne isn't vodka and it's bubbly and cute but it's still got a decent amount of alcool in there. 16 flutes that we know for sure, plus whatever amount straight from the bottle, and who knows what else he got his hands on. anyway hc that vic boasts that he's Russian and can hold his liquor so good but honestly he's such a lightweight and yuuri can drink him under the table any day (minako still beats them both tho)

AHH I saw a meta about this once but I don’t have a link to it!!! It was definitely a lot lololol. AND OH MY GOD YOU’RE SO RIGHT. Victor is down in no time and Yuuri is like “Really? That’s it? I’m not even BUZZED” and Victor is literally so shook he cannot be l i e v e. “Yuuri, you’re shorter than me, you can barely handle frosting on a cake without tit being too sweet for you, yet you just outdrank me w/o breaking a sweat??”

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Night Vale Marathon: Day 1

Dear listeners, here is a list of things:

- Emotions you don’t understand upon listening to a podcast

- Found pets, floating

- Found pets, falling

- Other pets, being really glad they are neither falling nor floating

- Civilisations under bowling alleys

- Cities that are visitable

- A cloud that DOES NOT FEEL LIKE WE TINY HUMANS FEEL

- Five faces, half-seen, just before burning alive

- Trembling hands reaching for blinking boxes covered with wires and tubes

- Sandwiches

- Silence when there should be music

- Music when there should be a weather report

- Nothing, when you want to remember something

- The faint but pretty smell of vanilla, when you remember nothing

- Houses that do not exist

- Angels that are not allowed to exist

- Frank Chen who should have existed

- Night

- Dark

- Wake

- Start

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Fat fingers part 2: Coffee date, or?

Note: Sorry that this took so long. I will start working on the TJeff request that I promised to work on earlier this week tonight and hopefully finish it tomorrow. For now, I hope you enjoy part 2 of Fat Fingers though. c:

Word count: 3168

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Warnings: Mentions of racism, homophobia and neo nazis. Do not read if Trump supporter, I guess??? Also a bit of swearing.

Originally posted by diggstrash

You had been unable to go to sleep that night, even if you tried really hard to do so. It had been a horrible day and you wanted nothing but to tell your family how much you hated their influence on your life. But, if you did it would mean that you would never see them again and they were definitely someone you did not want to make your enemy, as they could make your life a living hell. You had no choice but to try and live at least a little bit by their rules.

At some point, you found yourself deciding to message Daveed on Facebook. At first, you had no idea what to write, but you just really felt like you owed him an apology and if he did not accept it, you sure would be embarrassed. But, you would have tried. At least the likelihood of you two ever meeting again was pretty much to zero.

“Hey, I don’t know if you remember me, but I was the girl who ran into you this morning. I just really wanted to apologize for the way my ‘friend’ acted. Anyway, that’s probably all. Bye” You typed awkwardly and send it to him. You were not sure whether he would reply or not, but just as you had put your phone down on your bedside table again, your phone buzzed. When you checked, you had not expected to see Daveed’s name on the display, but were unable to help the grin that spread across your lips. He really did respond.

“Hey Y/N, I remember you. No need to apologize though, it’s not your fault. I hope that you still want to take me up on that coffee soon. I’m heading to bed now, but feel free to call me at some point. Number is 510-555-0150. Hope to see you soon”

Had Daveed Diggs just given you his number? You blinked a couple of times and checked the display another time just to make sure that he had indeed given you his number. He definitely had. You could not help but wonder why, but it made you smile like an idiot. And blush a tiny bit too.

You saved his number in your phone and contemplated on whether you should text him or not. You decided on the later, as he had told you that he was going to bed. So, yet again you placed your phone on the nightstand and as you were about to fall asleep, finally being able to after you had gotten the apology off your chest, you received another message. Surprisingly enough, it was from Daveed as well.

“If it’s not too much to ask, could you send me a text?” He asked and you chuckled softly.

“Sure” You replied, before finding his name in your contacts. You were unsure about what to write. You could just send him a hi with your name, but that seemed sort of boring. “I think I am the one who owes you coffee. Goodnight, Diggs” You texted and finally went to sleep after sending it.

You woke up to a text from Daveed next morning. You had not expected it, but it honestly made you happy. Getting a response from him last night had saved your night and getting a text from him now definitely was a great start on an otherwise probably stressful day.

“Mornin. I don’t think so, Y/LN. I’ll buy coffee tonight, if you’re up for it? Have a great day.” The text said. You giggled softly and shook your head. You honestly still found yourself doubting that this was indeed real.

“Good morning Diggs. Only if I get to pay? You too” You replied as you got out of bed. You knew that you would be off late, it would probably be around 6 before you finally finished work, so you had to bring spare clothes because there was no way in hell you were going back to your apartment before going for coffee with Daveed. First, you changed into a pair of jeans, a white chiffon dress shirt and a blue blazer. It was nothing special, but it was suited for work. For the coffee trip you settled on a cute, wine red dress that reached to just above your knee, a lemon curry knitted cardigan and a pair of black heels. It was nothing special, but you wanted to at least do a little bit to look presentable.

When you were heading out the door, you received another text from Daveed. “Guess we’ll see about that. How does 7 sound? It’s a date” You read with a smile.

“7 sounds good. Noted. Where are we going?” You asked. So, it was actually a date. You were going on a date with Daveed freaking Diggs. You hoped that you could make it there in time. Otherwise, you could probably just tell him whatever time you needed.

“I don’t know yet. I can pick you up at work at 6:45, if that’s cool?” You didn’t get to reply for a while, since you were in a bit of a rush to get to the subway, so it wasn’t until you stepped out of the subway again, that you got to actually text him back.

“Sure. I’ll see you at 6:45 then” You texted and added your work address as you made your way to your office. It luckily was not a long walk and you made it there in about 5 minutes. You were later than usual, but still made it on time.

The day went by way too slowly. You wanted nothing else but to get out of there and go on that coffee date with Daveed. You were really looking forward to it, but had to push it to the back of your mind to get some work done. It worked for the most part, but you were not surprised when some of your co-workers noticed how happy you seemed, which had become pretty rare those days.

“Why are you so happy Y/N?” Your friend Emma had asked while you were sat at a table with her, along with two other friends from work at lunch.

You froze, not really knowing what to say. You looked up at her with a nervous chuckle and looked at the two others as well. They had definitely noticed your significantly happier mood too, so there was no way you were getting around this one. “I… Uhm. I’m going on a date.” You murmured and stared into your food. You filled your mouth with food so you were unable to answer any other questions for now.

“What? Seriously? Are you really going on a date? That’s so exciting. Who’s the lucky one?” She asked, a bit too loud. A few of your other co-workers turned to your table to look at you. You felt your mouth go dry as you felt very exposed under everyone’s gaze.

“It’s no big deal…” You trailed off. You bit your lower lip as you wondered whether or not you should tell them. You had bonded over your mutual fondness for clipping. after all. “Daveed Diggs.” You finally blurted under your breath. They were going to figure it out anyway when he picked you up later.

“What?!” She almost shouted and you felt yourself slide further into the comfort of your chair. You sensed that she was about to scold you. She was head over heels for the guy after all. “Fuck you, Y/N. You knew that I had a crush on him.” She added.

You snorted lightly at her. “Please, Emma. I will set you two up if it’s that big of a deal.” You answered ironically as you rolled your eyes.

Her expression softened at that and she shook her head softly. “No. God no. You two suit each other much better. Besides, I’m an even crazier fan than you. How did you two even meet?” She rambled. The rest of your friends sat staring at you in silence and you began to grow uncomfortable.

“It’s no big deal… I just spilled my coffee on him.” You replied as you quickly filled your mouth with more food to stop the endless row of questions. Luckily, Emma seemed to get the hint and the 4 of you fell into your usual, cosy conversations while you finished lunch.

The last hours felt more like years. You kept looking at the clock every 5 minutes or so and you were always disappointed. You worked hard to finish what you needed before 6 pm. You knew that there was no way in hell you were finishing up until at least 30 minutes later, but you hoped that you would at least be ready then. Luckily, you managed to finish what you were working on in the half an hour you had left and once the time showed 6:30pm, you finally closed your computer.

You left your station, bringing your bag with you to the ladies’ room. Once inside one of the booths, you quickly changed into the clothes you had prepared from home and fixed your make up in front of the mirror. You did not feel as confident as you had hoped, but you knew that you just had to roll with it. You were not going to wear your work clothes out for a date, so this had to do.

With a soft sigh you left the bathroom. It would only be a couple of minutes until Daveed was picking you up outside. So, you bid Emma goodnight and headed down the stairs. Once outside, people started to spill out of the building as they had just finished as well. You texted him, just to make sure that he knew that you were ready. “I’m outside now” you wrote.

You did not receive a text from him, which was probably due to the fact that he was just around the corner. You were pretty happy when you saw him walking once he turned the corner of the street, as driving around LA at this time of the day was really hard.

Once he spotted you in the crowd of people leaving your office, his face lit up in a smile. “Y/N. Hey.” He smiled as he made his way to you and once in front of you, he gently took your hand and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it, his beard tickling your skin lightly. A pinkish blush spread across your cheeks.

“Wow. Such a gentleman.” You teased with a soft smile. There was no real fire behind it though. You were just really relieved that he actually wanted to drink coffee with you.

“Well, you do learn something from playing a Frenchman in a Broadway musical, I guess.” He joked, which made you chuckle softly.

“Guess so.” You smiled. You felt very comfortable in his presence. He was nice, sweet. You really hoped that this would not be the last time the two of you went out for coffee, even if it would just be as friends in the future. He had this personality that you just could not help but love.

“So… I was thinking. Can I ask you out for dinner instead? Nothing fancy, but I never got around to eat anything and since you just finished work, I figured you didn’t either.” He asked.

You nodded softly. “Yeah. That would be great, honestly. I’m starving.” You admitted, which made him chuckle softly. “So, where do you want to go?” You asked.

“There’s this great café not too far from here where they sell food too. How does that sound?” He suggested.

“Coffee and food. Classy.” You joked, before you nodded. “Sounds great. Lead the way?” You questioned. You probably did not know the place he was talking about anyway.

Daveed gently took your hand, holding onto it loosely as he led the way down the street. You thought that perhaps this would be a great night out with him without your family or any of their friends figuring out what you were doing.

You still feared that they would figure out what was going on, so you were pretty grateful once you got to the café and headed inside. Luckily, no one seemed to have noticed you and if they did, you were done defending your choices in men to them. If you wanted to date someone who they did not like, they would just have to deal with that.

Daveed lead you to a small table in the back of the café, pulling a chair out for you to sit in. You giggled softly at the gesture and said down. “Thank you, Monsieur.” You joked., which made him snort, even if he was unable to hide the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“So, Y/N. You already know what I do. So, what do you do?” He asked. You bit your bottom lip lightly at his question. You really did not think your life was that interesting, but you knew that telling him about yourself was inevitable.

“I just do office work. Nothing interesting.” You said, as you lowered your gaze with a slight shrug. You could definitely find better things to do, but your mum had gotten you this job a while ago, so you felt like you were unable to just quit.  

“Oh, well. What if I think it’s interesting?” He challenged with an arched eyebrow. He obviously was not going to let you off that easily.

You shrugged. “I honestly don’t think you do.” You answered with a shy smile. Your work was nothing interesting. It barely even payed your bills, but it was better than letting your parents pay for some expensive life style that you did not want.

Most of your evening was spent like that, asking each other questions about your lives. You found his to be much more interesting than yours, even though Daveed kept telling you that he thought your life was pretty interesting. However, at the subject of family your mood seemed to do a complete 1-80. You truly wanted nothing to do with them. If anything, you wanted them out of your life, but it was an impossible task.

“I… Like I said, my family is very… Republican. Racists, homophobes, neo Nazis. Stuff like that.” You explained as you lowered your gaze. People often thought that you were the same. But, you had very different believes compared to the rest of your family.

Daveed could obviously see that the topic of family bothered you a lot and you were quite surprised when you felt a pair of soft, warm hands wrap around yours. “Well, at least you aren’t like them, Y/N.” He smiled softly, trying to cheer you up. It did not work however, and actually made things a bit worse. You did not dare to tell him, though.

“No, I know. They let me know every day…. Things would be so much easier if I could just live by their rules.” Your murmured, looking down at your hands. You hated that you had to at least try and live the way they wanted you to, but you had no other options.

“I know, but I am glad that you are different. You deserve better than a family who is against all your believes.” He sighed.

You simply nodded, as you had no idea what to say. “I just really want to not have to be viewed as one of them.” You blurted, biting your lower lip slightly.

“Who do you think views you as the same as them? You seemed to make your opinion on the election very clear, at least from what I could tell.” He seemed really surprised at what you had said. He definitely did not think that you were like them in anyway.

“I don’t know… Just. People. Everyone I meet seem to know my parents.” You shrugged, before shaking your head. “Anyway. Let’s talk about something else.” You added. You just did not know what. You wanted to change the subject though, as you felt tears starting to sting your eyes as the topic of conversation fell on your family.

Daveed luckily seemed to pick up on it and quickly changed the subject. “So, was spilling your coffee on me really an accident or did you do it intentionally to get to talk to me?” He teased, instantly lifting your mood.

“I wish it was on purpose, but it honestly wasn’t.” You giggled softly. It would have been a smart move, but it was honestly an accident.

As Daveed waved at a waiter to pay for the food and coffee the two of you had finished a while ago, he chuckled lightly at your response. “You could have fooled me.” He winked. You immediately felt a blush creep up your neck and heat up your cheeks.

“Maybe next time it won’t be an accident, D. It did gain your attention after all. Or was it my dashing looks?” You sassed him. You too could play that game.

You were about to protest when Daveed handed the waiter his credit card and he held his hand up to cut you off. “I’m buying, my treat. You can pay next time.” He said.

You knew you were not going to win this one, so you simply nodded with a soft sigh. “If there’s going to be a next time.” You teased.

“Oh, there definitely is.” He said. The two of you got up once the waiter had returned to your table with Daveed’s credit card.

The two of you left the restaurant together and once outside, you finally turned to him to answer. “What makes you so sure that I want to see you again, Diggs?” You challenged with an arched eyebrow. You definitely did, though. And as soon as possible.

“Because you think I’m hot.” He winked at you, which made your mouth fall open slightly.

“Fuck you, Daveed.” Your blurted as a blush spread across your cheeks. He was not wrong, though. You definitely thought he was hot and he had a great personality too, which made it even worse. You knew that your family would in no way approve of any form of relationship with a person of colour, let alone a rapper who wrote a song about how much he hates Donald Trump. Also, you thought that Daveed could do a lot better than someone like you and it honestly scared and confused you a bit, that he wanted to see you again.

“Gladly. Though, for tonight I just want to say thank you.” He grinned, which made you laugh.

“Goodnight, D. Tonight was great.” You smiled, as you tiptoed to place a light kiss against his cheek, his stubble tickling your chin lightly. You then flagged down a cab and waved goodbye. It had been an absolutely amazing evening and you were honestly really looking forward to seeing him again.

isabelle lightwood is the best forensic pathologist in new york meaning that there are people with phd’s that she’s better than. isabelle lightwood is literally a genius, above a doctor’s level and she’s only 18-19 years old stop reducing her to “the sexy one” @ the shadowhunters fandom celebrate her obvious intelligence thx

That thing where you’re in your weekly team meeting, discussing the New Enterprise HR System for Doing People Things, and you stop to blow your nose, again, and instead of continuing your thought about non-anonymous feedback from your peers, you digress into ancient Egyptian mummification rituals and, how, on days like today, you think you could go for one of those hook things they used to clean out one’s head because, seriously, like, fuck sinuses.

2

🍀Kiss Me, I’m Irish🍀

Imagine meeting Jared at a bar

Two hours more and I’m done. I’m free for the weekend, free from this miserable job and free to do whatever the hell I want.

Fridays are always busy, and today is not the exception. I run all over the bar serving beers, bourbon, even champagne to a group of friends celebrating that one of them got fired. I don’t stop until those last two hours, when the group of friends decides to go dancing, the solitary drinkers realize that it’s time to go home, and I end up with just a few customers left.

I’m finishing serving a beer to one of my regulars when the door opens once again. A solitary guy enters the bar, walking at his own pace towards one of the stools. When I get near the new guy I immediately know that something’s wrong.

“What can I help you with?” I ask him, showing the nicest smile I can provide.

“I don’t know, a beer?”

“Well, you look like you could have something nicer” I mumble, examining the man in front of me, “What about a margarita?!”

My sudden enthusiasm shocks him and I’m sure he ends up nodding just because I startled him.

“I’ve never had a margarita before” He says, and I can sense he’s a bit ashamed.

“Really? Margaritas are amazing” I say as I put all the ingredients on my side of the bar, “You have tequila, and a bit of lime. It’s the perfect combination!”

I start explaining the whole process of the drink as I prepare it. The man looks at my hands impressed as I mix everything. When I’m done, I give him his drink, wishing that he likes it.

I leave the solitary man alone to prepare more drinks for my other customers, always keeping an eye on the guy enjoying the margarita.

Half an hour passes before I get a call from the guy, his eyes have been glued to his phone for the last couple of minutes.

“Everything okay?” I ask him.

“Can I have another drink?” He asks, and I can see that whatever is troubling him isn’t good.

“Sure, you want another margarita or you wanna have something new?”

“I’m not really a bar type of guy, I’m not sure what other drinks you can make” He says, and I can feel the same shame as before on his choice of words.

“Have you tried martinis before?” He shakes his head and I provide a new big smile to him, “Great, I’ll make you one!”

I do the same as before, explaining all the ingredients that the drink has, the process and some variations you can make to it. Once I’m done, I stay with him as he tries the new drink. A smile appears on his lips as he finishes his first sip.

“Oh, that’s good” He says, with the first smile of the night, I provide my own smile as I watch him take another sip.

“I’m glad you like it!”

Most of the people have gone home, and I’m left with only two people in the bar. I leave the solitary guy alone once again as I receive the payment from the last customer. The solitary guy notices that he’s the only one left in the bar and calls me to his side.

“Do people tell you their names? Because I just realized that I haven’t said mine and I’m extremely ashamed of that”

“Only if they want to” I laugh, “It’s okay if you want to keep your anonymity”

“I’m Jared” He presents himself, offering me his hand to shake. I shake his hand, presenting myself with a kind smile. “Have you been working here for long?”

“Two years… I think”

“Wow, that’s why these things taste so great” Jared laughs, taking another sip of his martini.

Jared starts making more questions about my job, about the people that comes to the bar. When I tell him that I still got 45 minutes left at the bar he offers to accompany me for the rest of my shift.

“Why are you the only one working here? It’s Friday night and this place must have been full a while ago”

“It was” I say, raising both of my eyebrows, “And I wasn’t supposed to be alone, I work with my boss, but his girlfriend’s water broke, so…”

“Oh” Is the only things he says, and I can sense that what’s wrong with him has to do with what I just mentioned.

“Are you okay? You’ve been checking your phone ever since you arrived here”

“It’s complicated” He mumbles, fixating his eyes on his drink.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I was just… worried”

His eyes shift from the drink to me. He seems pretty down, his shoulders low, bags under his eyes. And let’s not forget about the fact that he’s alone in a bar.

After a few seconds of silence, Jared drinks his whole drink in a second, asking me to make him another. As I start working on his new drink, he starts talking.

“I just thought I had the perfect relationship, you know? House, dogs, engagement ring, everything” He stops for a second to catch his breath, I lift my eyes to see him rub one of his eyes with his sleeve, “At first I thought she was cheating on me”

I don’t want to interrupt him with unnecessary comments like: “What? How could someone cheat on you? I mean, come on, have you watched yourself in a mirror? You’re a god!”. I just bite my lip, waiting for him to continue.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks me, it takes me a minute to shake my head no, “But I’m sure you’ve experienced that feeling of not being wanted, when your partner just… avoids you”

“Yeah, I think so. That usually means bad news” I mutter.

Jared nods, giving a sip to his drink.

“That’s why I thought she was cheating on me, but no, she wasn’t doing that”

“What was it then?” I ask, way more interested than I should. I end up biting my lip again.

Jared does not answer my question immediately, instead, he takes a second to check his phone again. A new message appears on the screen, I want to see the name on the screen, even though I know I shouldn’t. His expression does not change as he reads the text and, once he’s finished, he looks at me again.

“Sorry, it was my brother, he’s a bit worried”

I’m the one nodding this time, waiting for him to continue.

“She thought she was pregnant” He finally says, and I can feel my eyebrows raising again.

He stops again to drink the rest of his drink, and I don’t like where this is going. Jared does not ask me for another drink, but continues to play with the glass on the table.

“Do you want to be a mother?” He suddenly asks, fixing his gaze on me.

I can feel the heat on my cheeks, the way my hands start trembling as the words connect on my mind.

“So, what happened with your girlfriend?” I ask to change the topic of the conversation, “Is she pregnant?”

“No, she’s not. She was so relieved when she found out, she hadn’t even told me that there was even a possibility of her being pregnant when she appeared at my work telling me the ‘good news’. What good news?!”

“Some women think that a baby could be an obstacle in their careers, or they are not prepared. Maybe she just…”

“It was not that” He interrupts me, “It was because of the dress. A fucking wedding dress!”

What?

My eyes open wide as I hear the explanation. I need a drink.

“'It’s Vera Wang!’ She screamed” He says in disbelief, “How twisted can her brain be if she cares more about fitting in a goddamn dress than the possibility of bringing a child to this world?”

I finish making two drinks, handing one to Jared and drinking mine in a second.

“It’s on the house” I say, as I see him looking at me confused.

Jared does the same with his drink, receiving another text, and this time his expression changes.

“Is it her?” I ask him, he just nods, starting to type really fucking fast. “Are you okay?” I ask him when he leaves his phone aside.

“Yeah, she’s asking me to come back”

“You’re leaving then?”

“No, she just want me to go home to convince me not to cancel the wedding, so she can wear her fucking dress”

“You cancelled the wedding?!” I ask, taking both hands to cover my mouth.

“I can’t marry someone that shallow” Jared sighs, resting his chin on his hand, “I should have done this a while ago, my brother even congratulated me, my mom is the happiest of all”

“She was that bad?”

He shrugs, checking the time on his phone.

“Apparently I was the only one who hadn’t notice how awful she was. Anyway, I think is already time for you to close this place”

He shows me the time on his phone, it is already 4 in the morning. Jared lends me a hand with the whole closing process, letting us surrounded by a rather weird silence. He’s looking directly into my eyes, and I can see that he got a bit drunk with all the drinks that I gave him. And it is that same drunkenness the one I blame when his hands cup my face, as if asking my permission to get even closer.

“I don’t think you should” I mutter, “You’re drunk”

“I know” He whispers.

His hands fall from my face, both getting inside his jacket. A smile takes over his expression, and I feel a weight leaving my shoulders.

“Come, let’s share a cab” I tell him, clasping my arm with his.

Jared accepts and we start walking in silence to a more crowded street.

“You didn’t answer my question” He says after a few minutes.

“Which one?” I ask him, even when I know exactly what he’s talking about.

“Do you want to be a mother?”

I sigh, taking my time to find the perfect answer. His eyes do not look away as he awaits for my answer. Out of nowhere, a smile takes over my expression, and all the cheeriness that I had a couple of hours ago returns to my body.

“Well, I am a mother”

“You are?” He asks, stopping our walk, “But you… you are so young!”

“This sort of things happen, and I’m more than happy that it did” I say, never leaving the smile disappear from my face, “Her name is Zoe, she’s five”

“Wow, does she look like you?” Jared looks amazed by my revelation.

“I don’t know, everybody says she does, but I can’t really tell”

Jared starts invading me with all sort of questions about me being a mother, and how it is to have Zoe as my daughter. I answer them all, giving this little joy to a drunk broken hearted man.

In the end, it turns out that we are going to two different places, really far from each other, so we are not allowed to share a cab. A bit much like our lives. Jared is not the kind of man who lives in my sort of neighbourhood, the one where you have to be extra careful even during the day. But Jared doesn’t leave until I am inside a car. I receive his number before leaving, and a promise of coming to talk to me again at the bar.

10

If we ignore all those reasons, and we stop thinking about who we’re supposed to be, then what is it that you want to do? I want you, Noh.

okay so I’m starting a group tour tomorrow, which means meeting a bunch of strangers and then spending 2 weeks together, which normally means…. icebreaker games. The absolute bane of my existence. Honestly someone says “okay now tell everyone two facts about yourself” and suddenly I forget what my name is, where I’m from, who I am (Also there’s the niggling doubt that I won’t get along with anyone and I’ll just be tagging along when no one really wants me there, so that’s cool). Like I’m sure it’ll be fine, I’ve never once been on a trip and not got on with at least a few of the people there but it’s still a thought.

Fic: All Your Tomorrows Start Here [Ghostbusters|Holtzbert] ch.2

Title: All Your Tomorrows Start Here

Rating: T

Summary: Holtzmann goes home with Erin for New Years. Including but not limited to: awkward family encounters, adorable cousins, and a ghost from the past.

(I do not own Ghostbusters or its characters and all mistakes are my own.)

A03

I really wish I could keep that blog all happy and fun but I’m really not okay and I’m very sorry for the few depressing personal posts and reblogs. I should make a side blog or something. I know it’s my blog and I do what I want but y’all followed me for a reason and it’s certainly not to hear about my mental illnesses 5 times a day; so I’ll always feel bad about my mental breakdowns, and not being able to draw for days, and not answering my messages etc. I’m very sorry.

Barrisco Month - Day 20 - Body Swap

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“This is so bad. This is so bad. This is the worst,” Vibe fretted, pacing frantically around the room and occasionally bumping into chairs. “Ow,” he complained.

“Stop battering my body,” said mostly-Barry Allen.

“I can’t help it! Your limbs are all…” Vibe waved them in demonstration, looking very disgruntled at the way the red-suited arms moved. “There’s so much of them.”

“Well, you’re not chopping any bits off, so we should probably focus on how to get ourselves switched back.”

Vibe flopped Barry’s body — no, Vibe’s body — no, Barry’s body, really, even if Vibe was in it right now — onto the chair he’d just tripped over and sighed. “I dunno, man. I mean, I’ll call Frost in, this seems more like her game than ours, but if I’m being really honest? It doesn’t feel like science at all. It feels more like magic.”

Barry didn’t want to consider the possibility. He hated that it even was a possibility, but given the mess with Hawkgirl a couple months ago, it couldn’t be ruled out. “Call Frost,” he said. He’d reserve all other judgement until later.

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