that's quite a spill

us whiskey women with our teeth so white
they gleam like the stars that kiss the mountains,
us late-night storm warnings with tornadoes in our fingertips,
the whorls of our hands
getting wrinkly in the souls we spill across floors,
us danger-zone high-risk disaster areas, full of sharp bone slabs and falling emotions,
full of the moon because we feel wolf,
full of the wind because we feel empty,

you find us in your bed with your skin raw
where we have dug in, you find us in the corners of rooms because we don’t need an audience,
you find us in your classrooms where we sit just-so,
the long lines of our necks like the sickle of a blade,
we are death’s mistress and he is seduced by our riskiness

but in the late night if you catch one of us and let our thorns find your veins and hold our petals so gently that we feel safe,
if you tell us we can leave when we like and refuse to chain us by your side, if you love us for our wild -
this is when you find the warm hearth with slow passion, the
sweetest honeysuckle all wrapped up in barbed wire,
this is where you find the heart we have patched up and surrounded with briar because we were sick of being broken,
this is where you find our scars and the places we stitched
together with our own sinew, this is where
we will love you with hurricane walls, the fury of a tempest at
your command, if you find us here we will give you our
whole beings with a fierceness that would break
our mother’s heart -

and good lord, do not make us let you in
if you just intend to leave again.

—  “I am a cynic about love. I don’t allow myself to fall for just anybody.” /// r.i.d
  • Molly's Date: *raises his glass* To us. And a second date.
  • Molly: *smiles forcibly; reluctantly reaches for her glass*
  • Waiter: *takes her hand* Ah, ze Madame would like a refill?
  • Molly: *smiles* No, thanks.
  • Molly's Date: *annoyed* Look, mate, do you realise you keep interrupting an important toast?
  • Waiter: Oh, my mistake, sir, it's just...to me, eet seems ze lady is reluctant to drink to promising to spend anuzzer evening wiz you *smiles*
  • Molly: *smiling behind her hand*
  • Molly's Date: ...
  • Molly's Date: For your information, mate, we're having a wonderful time, aren't we, Molly?
  • Waiter: Mmm, no she 'asn't.
  • Molly's Date: *stands up; pointing harshly* What makes you so sure? I know she wants to come home with me! Why else would she agree to come on a date with me?
  • Molly: *blinks*
  • Sherlock: *sighs* She is wearing a wire, feeding information to me and my colleagues outside so, please, try to run. I'd like some amusement.
  • Molly's Date: *blinks as Lestrade and his men approach*
  • Molly: *shrugs*
  • Sherlock: *menacing* Oh, and if you talk to my wife like that again, the police won't find your body. Understand?
  • Molly's Date: *gaping as he's carted off*
  • Sherlock: *kisses Molly's forehead* Are you alright? You did very well.
  • Molly: *nods* Thanks. That was...um, quite attractive *biting her lip; playing with his tie* Do you think you could do that accent tonight?
  • Sherlock: *smirks* I think I can do that.
  • Greg: *shaking his head* If he wasn't a dangerous criminal, I'd say you two did this on purpose.
Headcanon: Krei has tried to flirt with everybody and he keeps getting cockblocked.
  • Fred: Hey Krei! Wanna play a role in my new movie?
  • Krei: Sure, baby blue. What do I play?
  • Fred: You play the unlucky schmuck that gets smashed under my feet.
  • Krei: ...
  • Krei: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
  • Gogo: Nah. Did you scrape your knees crawling up from hell?
  • Krei: ...
  • Krei: If there wasn't any gravity on earth, I'd still fall for you.
  • Tadashi: Good luck, because I won't catch you.
  • Krei: ...
  • Hiro: You know what, Krei, I really do like you...
  • Krei: ...yes?
  • Hiro: ...as a crash test dummy for my latest invention. Look, it's coke-and-mentos powered jetpacks!
  • Krei: ...
  • Krei: Mind if I eat you out, Wasabi?
  • Wasabi: Sure! *pulls out his restaurant's menu* Prices are double for you!
  • Krei: ...
  • Krei: Would you like to find out what love feels like, Baymax?
  • Baymax: Of course. But Tadashi warned me that your kind of love infects others with irreparable results. So I'll pass on that.
  • Krei: ...
  • Krei: You know you wanna ask me out.
  • Callaghan: Okay. Get out.
  • Krei: ...
  • Krei: Isn't there something you wanna offer me, oh sweet saccharine Honey?
  • Honey: ...As a matter of fact, yes. It's called hydrochloric acid to your face.
  • Krei: ...
  • Krei: Say, Cass, what'cha got there cooking? I bet it's some sweet lovin', that's for sure.
  • Aunt Cass: *not-quite-accidentally spills rat poison into the stew* Oh, that's right. I made this for you.
  • Krei: ...
  • Krei: Do you wanna feel good, little guy?
  • Hairy Baby: *frowns, delivers a sharp swipe with claws out onto his face*
  • Krei: ....
  • Krei: ...You won't leave me, won't you?
  • Krei's Reflection: *shatters itself*
  • Krei: ...
  • Krei: ...
  • Krei: ...SOMEONE LOVE ME.