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anonymous asked:

Any blurb on going grocery shopping with harry!!!! And just being super domestic

Sitting at the dining table, the both of you sat in a comfortable silence – only the flipping of the newspaper every so often or the gentle “thud” of a coffee mug being set back down to be heard. 

A pad of paper with a small floral border lay in front of you, the beginnings of a grocery list scribbled out in black ink. Harry sat across from you and flipped through the newspaper, searching for each item as you called it off, trying to determine what was on sale, what you’d need a coupon for, and to double check you wouldn’t forget anything for Thanksgiving dinner that you’d promised Anne you’d bring.

“Sweet potatoes?”

“3 pound bags are on sale.”


A few pages turned, “Don’t see any…”

“That’s alright,” you noted it on your list, “Didn’t think they would be.”

Harry waited as you read down your list, scanning over the pages of flashy sales and “save more! spend less!” graphics. 

“Oh! One more thing – what about pecans? I wanted to try my hand at a pie this year.”

He looked up at you, a quirky look on his face, “Are you–.”

“Yes, yes, ‘even after last year’,” you mocked, “There’s always room for growth.”

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, “There’s a 14 ounce bag for three dollars, that’ll be enough?”

“Think so.”

“As long as you don’t set it on fire again…” he mumbled under his breath. 

You flipped your pen at him, playfully smacking him in the arm and quickly dropping to the floor. 

“Oi! Watch it, Miss,” he pouted, rubbing at his arm. 

“I think you’ll be just fine, Mister,” you stood from your chair, “Ready?”

Harry craned his neck to look behind you at the clock on the stove, “Hm, s’a little early, but I supposed we should leave now if you’re expecting to attempt a pie again…”

You hastily picked up the pad of paper sitting in front of you and Harry ducked just as quick, shielding his face.

“I’m jus’ kidding, love,” he said through a fit of laughter, “Only do it because I love you.”

“You’re lucky I love you, too.”

The Hard Way

Originally posted by xesoteric-extraterrestrialx

Scarred from their last standoff, Kyara mimicked Osprey and traveled with her gun in hand as they went on their way, her body language tensed and eyes scanning their surroundings in a way that nearly seemed paranoid. But perhaps, her excessive alertness was one reason they made it out with minimal damage on their end, as they got ambushed by a small group on the side of the road–She shot two men down before they could even reach Blackbay, and the scuffle was relatively short-lived from there on.

Kyara and Osprey worked as a team to restrain and bind the leader, setting him smack dab in the middle of the road for interrogation, among his fallen comrades. The rogue stood in front of him with her hands upon her hips and a pierced brow raised.

“Tell us what we need, and you will be spared. Does that sound fair?”

The staff wielding man merely spat at her feet. “Fuck off.”

She removed her ringblade from her back, her expression void of remorse as she swung it for his face, nailing him in the nose with the flat end. He growled at the impact, blood dripping down to the gravel before him, but with his hands tied behind his back he was powerless to stop it. She asked him the same question, and the process repeated itself for some time until her knuckles were split and bloody, and his face looked like he had been on the losing side of bar brawl. 

“Fine!” He finally spat, falling flat on his stomach and wriggling in a mixture of pain and feeble restraint. “We were….Heading up the mountain. To the highest point. We were to…” He paused to cough up a fair amount of blood, which made half of the group wince and look away. “Take control of the settlement, station ourselves there…”

“Wipe it out?” Osprey interjected.

“Wipe it out.” He affirmed.

Kyara exchanged a look with her, and made a motion to untie him…But Osprey shook her head, murmuring lowly to her. “You and Siskin collect their weapons and any useful gear. We’ll give him a deserter’s fate.”

The rogue stepped back quickly, but was still caught off guard as Osprey easily leveled her weapon and fired before the leader had any say, coating the stones behind him in a wide splatter. Kyara stood in place, swallowing down her dizziness and still looking somewhat disoriented as she completed the given task, telling herself that it was for the best. 

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9 months smoke free

I had a CT scan today, it went well. They wanted to double check some things with my heart before surgery. Sigh. I’m tired of being poked and prodded. I have one last set of bloodwork tomorrow. Also had my nose ring removed as i can’t have jewellery in the OR. Tomorrow evening Bentley is leaving to go stay with a friend. So tonight he’s sleeping with me. It’s crazy how attached to him I’ve gotten! Part of me is looking forward to a break from him and part of me hates the idea of him not being close by!

Emotionally I’m all over the place. Partly hormones and pain and partly anxiety. I’m tired of bad dreams and the ball of anxiety in my gut. I constantly feel like I’m going to burst into tears. Anyways gonna curl up with my Squish and crash!


Ok, just wanted an excuse to draw the Skywalkers with ponchos and that really cool Padmé outfit from the concept arts  (ノ ^ヮ^)ノ*:・゚✧


Glen gives Gil a piggyback ride; Pandora Hearts by Jun Mochizuki

Favorite manga moment as requested by anonymous~

Just a reminder that dating in the LGBTQ community is pretty tough. If you feel discouraged, you aren’t alone. I’m 23, and my longest relationship has been 3 months (with a girl) in high school. So often I get my hopes up high, just to have them plummeted back down. It’s been really taxing to seek something serious and time and time again feel let down. I know that there are a million cliches about being young and finding your soulmate, but I’m lonely. Really lonely. It can happen to anyone, and sometimes you might not even be able to tell and it sucks. It feels like I’m a Sim, and all my bars are full except for a close connection with someone. It feels a bit unrealistic as I’ve scanned through a majority of the gay community in my area over the years. I just hope there is a day soon when my loneliness will ease up a bit. In contrast to all of this, I am so thankful to have all of my internet friends to motivate and encourage me. Please know that I’m here for you as well. Thanks for letting me vent. Feel free to vent in my inbox. Much love. Be kind.

13.05 “Advanced Thanatology” Coda.

“I just need a win,” Dean says to Sam, and he can’t bring himself to look his brother in the eye and see the concern, the sympathy. Dean can count on one hand the number of times he’s admitted to Sam that he isn’t okay, and with all that’s happened he’s feeling so raw and- “I just need a damn win.”

He doesn’t believe it’ll happen.

Sam conks out somewhere along the road and Dean turns off the radio to let him sleep. That crick in his neck is gonna be a bitch, but the hunt really drained them and Dean could use the quiet. It’s just the hum of Baby’s engine and the long stretch of pavement, and that nagging, hollow feeling in his chest subsides a little when he can focus on driving. He still sees blue and a soft, soft smile like horrible replays ingrained in his mind, although he figures they’ve been fixtures there for a while. He doesn’t expect them to ever go away.

The ring of his cell phone surprises them both. He’s not waiting on a call and it’s an unknown number, though that isn’t uncommon given what they do. “Yeah,” Dean answers gruffly, the selfish part of him hoping it’s not another hunt.

There’s no reply for the first few seconds, and Dean’s about to gripe at whoever’s on the line when a voice comes through and he’s stunned into silence. “Hello, Dean,” comes two, simple words, and suddenly, Dean can’t breathe. It’s Cas, unmistakably Cas, and god, Dean aches for him.

Cas looks just as shocked to see them, lit only by the light from the dingy pay phone and turning around at Baby’s doors closing shut. Instinctively, Dean scans him for signs he might be hurt but doesn’t find any, and sees instead that his eyes are wet, all wide and gorgeous and fuck. Fuck.

They stare at each other like they’re both unsure of what to say and how to say it, but in the end it’s Cas calling “Dean” and Dean just crumpling, going to him.

“How-” Dean starts to ask until he decides it doesn’t matter right now. “Cas, you son of a bitch. Do you even know-” His vision blurs.

Cas moves first, a step into his space, slowly reaching up to thumb at Dean’s tears. “I know,” he murmurs gently and Dean can only swear and pull him close.

The lapels of the coat are starched and new, hardly wrinkling when Dean grips them tight and lets their lips touch like ocean and sky. It’s painfully familiar and he can only think home yet, at the same time, it’s a feverish rush. He died today and came back to life, but only now does his heart start beating.

“Never do that again,” he grits between kisses, goddamn furious and deliriously happy as if he hadn’t been void of emotions since he lost Cas. It’s like his world is in color again, and when Cas says “Alright,” he- Dean believes him.

He flushes and coughs when they pull apart and Sam is fighting a smile with eyes just as wet. “We were due for a win,” is all he says, and Dean reaches for Cas’ hand.

Good things do happen.