terrible husband

I decided to colour them ╰(*´♡`*)╯♡
Silas finally took Corrin (Toya) on a picnic as promised 

 Watercolour on 200gsm

You know how Cas becomes a chatty cathy when he’s on the phone with Dean (like in 11.04)? Now I’m imagining Cas going on and on complaining about Crowley and how truly awful it is working with him. Dean going “sure, honey” and “that’s terrible” like the dutiful husband, but as the conversation comes to a close, he goes “just make sure you come home to me” in a low voice, and Cas replies just as softly, “there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Mp100 asshole review

Claw guys: 6/10 “Im an asshole”- some asshole. They’re just violent kids really. Get redemption but the kids they beat up are still in our memory.

Broccoli: 7/10 They arent really people so ??? they just vegetable shit up and we cried. Is an asshole but isnt aware of it, less points.

Shimazaki: 8/10 “but girls just want to have fun”- Shimazaki. Beats up kids and adults all the same. asshole smirk. asshole haircut.

Touichirou: 9.5/10 “Terrible father, Terrible husband, terrible person, pretty ok leader”- Shimazaki. A close contender to m a x i m u m a s s h o l e.

Mogami: 10/10 The #1 asshole, he tried his best and made it to the top. extra asshole points if you’ve read THAT fic.

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“The teacup’s broken. It’s never going to gather itself back together again.”

“Not even in your mind?” 

anonymous asked:

What about a one shot from the "grinding" Regina did with a stranger while thinking about Robin from Signed, Sealed, and Delivered? *adjusts halo on head*

OK I had fun.  RATED M


She’s tired of those worried looks, the hushed tones of concern asking Are you sure you’re alright?

She’s tired of Emma Swan looking at her like she sees right through her, offering to stay in and order takeout with her instead of going out for the night with the girls because she knows she’s going through a hard time right now.  

Regina is going through a hard time right now, of course. She misses her husband terribly, but what’s even worse than the dull, and sometimes acute ache of missing him is seeing pity in everyone’s eyes, and having to continually answer their incessant questions as to whether she’s alright by telling them that she is just fine.

But if she continues to withdraw and avoid all nights out, no one will believe her, and the questions will never stop.  If she can’t move on, she should at least be able to play the part of a woman who has done so.

The idea of a bachelorette had been….seemingly perfect.  A night of ogling beautiful people and drinking and spending time with girls, without any lovey-dovey couples reminding her of what she has lost.  Plenty of distractions, with less opportunity for people to focus nervous glances in her direction.

But the thing about bachelorettes is, they are filled with conversations of weddings and marriages and all that stuff that she is really trying to avoid, and she didn’t really think this through when she accepted the invitation.  Excited talk of marriage reminds her of how lovesick she had been as a young, engaged woman, head over heels for her husband.  

So she dulls the pain and annoyance with liquor. Lots of liquor.

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Only Mine

Requests: “Could you make a one shot where the reader and klaus are married and they go out dinner and the entire time the Waiter is flirting with the reader causing klaus to become really jealous and angry so when they get home he fucks her in order to claim her and show her who she belongs too. Thank you I really love your blog”

“Order anything you like, Love.” Klaus grinned at you from across the table. You nodded and picked up your menu. You were married to Klaus, and he decided it would be best to take you out tonight. 

“The steak looks really good.” You pointed out and Klaus nodded. He was in a surprisingly good mood. “You seem really happy today.” You smiled to him. 

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Trifiesta Day 6 - Married Life / Family

In which they wear each others’ clothes.

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HAPPY (EARLY) VALENTINE’S DAY I made my terrible husband a Pokemon lamp with as many of his favorite monsters that he’s raised as I could fit.

I ended up making two because it looked weird only having one lamp, and I figured it would be a good idea to have one for each of us! So I made mine first (on the left of the bed/the picture on the bottom of this set) to sort of test how I could make the panels fit. It came out kind of shoddy but it was good practice for me to learn how to not screw up Brandon’s.

ANYWAYS HIS LAMP IS THE BETTER ONE and it’s the top five pictures.

I also got him a pokeball bank that I’m gonna fill with notes for him to read once he comes back from the UK.

I JUST REALLY LOVE @junjou-haato OK. HAPPY VALENTINE’S U NERD

Doc is a terrible husband.

Everyone is hosting cute couple pics and all I can think about is how Doc violently hurled a rubber ball at neheon, accidentally blew up her house, and yanked on her horns in a fight. She seriously is the best thing to happen to Doc.

I’ve been working on this thing for like a thousand years, and only just finally got it done. I’m still not sure it’s porny enough to be here…but take it anyway!! Also, breaking out my favorite Spock peen headcanon. Anddd it is FAR too fluffy and loving but I can’t control that. Sorry.

The thought leaks through before Spock can stop it (Spock, legs spread, under Jim, his captive, as Jim, a roguish space pirate, has his way with him), and he immediately ends the meld, turning away from Jim, his face bright green.

“Spock,” Jim begins.

“Kindly disregard what you saw, Jim. It is— most illogical.”

“Hey.” Jim puts a hand on Spock’s shoulder, draws him around and closer to him on the bed. “It’s not illogical. It’s one of your fantasies, and worth exploring, if you want to. We’ve tried out some of mine. Is this something you want to try?”

Spock lifts his hand back up to Jim’s face and reopens the meld. If it is something you are agreeable to, I…believe I wish to attempt it.

Jim grins and grabs Spock’s other hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the tips of Spock’s fingers. I’m more than agreeable.

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“IN THE DARKNESS, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.” ~ The Song of Achilles