that's not sugar

The signs as Alfredo quotes prt 2

Aries: “Sorry, I was not listening.”

Taurus: “He runs like the wind, bullseye.”

Gemini: “I have no pity. Someday I’ll stay for good, but until that day know that you’re my little man with a small surprise.”

Cancer: “Copy- Cope- I’m coping with it.”

Leo: “Believe whatever I tell you and I’ll show you the world or…create…parties.”

Virgo: “This man knows god!”

Libra: “Fun. A four letter word for distraction.”

Scorpio: “Fuck with me, I’ll break your heart!”

Sagittarius: “Excuse me Autumn. Your voice is ruining me.”

Capricorn: “Whatever. You spatter me with a nationality.”

Aquarius: “You should have taken his life when you had the chance.”

Pisces: (reading a Pinche’s Tacos mug) “Pinch…Me? I am dreaming.”

I never got the chance to post this, but I got the chance to commission the fantastic @wonderfulworldofmoi finally! 

I’ve always loved the dynamic Klavier and Athena have had in their brief interactions and always want to see more art of the duo, so I paid for it myself this time.

Next year when I live in my own apartment I’m going to buy a really ornate sugar bowl and keep it somewhere where everyone who walks in can see it and I’ll never touch it, never look at it, never say anything about it, but if anyone reaches for it I’ll slap their hand away and say “NO YOU CAN’T HAVE THE SUGAR BOWL IT’S MINE, DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH TO FIND THIS THING?????” 

that’s what little girls are made of

Word count: 3,584
Rating: General
Pairing: Olicity (obviously)
Summary: Oliver learns pretty quickly that he’s useless when it comes to his sister’s hair. So he enlists the help of someone who…you know, has some.

Author’s note: Sooo…a while ago, I wrote a really quick thing called sugar and spice. I was rereading it the other day and a new scene came to me. Before I knew it, it resulted in this. Enjoy!


The fourteen-year-old groans as he rolls over in his bed and pulls the pillows over his ears, hoping to drown out his little sister’s shrieks. 

That, however, does nothing to deter her. 

“Ollie!” A shift on his mattress alerts him to the fact that she is now on his bed, and that just makes him burrow into his pillows even harder. “Ollie, wake up! Wake up! You promised you would help me get ready for school today!” 

He groans, cursing his past self for making that promise. He did indeed tell her that he would help her get ready for school, since Mom and Dad are both out of town on business. But he agreed solely under duress. That’s the only way you can describe Thea when she’s looking up at you with her huge hazel eyes swimming in tears. 

“A few more minutes, Speedy,” he grumbles underneath the pillow. 

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