You take out the trash:
Old yearbooks, journals, and your pen collection from grade school.
You grab the giant bag you packed:
Clothes, toiletries, food for the next day, a towel, medicine, your laptop.
You turn around to look at your room one last time.
You feel nothing.
In the car, you blast
The pop songs you’ve memorized
And you sing along to ensure
That you continue to feel nothing.
You had skipped the goodbyes
To make things less awkward.
You kept calling this an experiment,
But by that you meant a mission.
Like watering flowers, you thought.
Cleansing and nourishing.
You bring the last bag
Into the new apartment and unpack.
You head to the store for some noodles and pasta sauce.
You turn around to look at your place for the first of many times.
You feel something.
It hurts how dim it is.
It hurts how quiet it is.
It hurts how different it is.
The dark wooden tables instead of the white ones.
The odd lamps that don’t quite match.
The bare walls that seem even more bare than the ones you left behind.
You come back and find
A Spotify playlist of pop songs to play
While you cook. It becomes your first tradition.
You glance at your phone,
Tempted to call someone,
Though not sure of who.
You decide to take a shower and watch a movie.
You always hated that “clean slate” saying.
Slates always had chalk marks
That couldn’t be ignored.
You were watering your flowers.
Complete cleanse, of course.
But those yearbooks are still
In a dump somewhere, far
From being decomposed.
Your phone contacts show up
Every time you call the pizza place.
You can’t forget home,
But home doesn’t miss you.
As if it weren’t already enough to become the first Italian woman to travel in space, astronaut Samantha Cristoforetti went ahead and set the record for the longest single space flight by a woman, clocking in with 199 days and 16 hours on Expedition 42/Expedition 43 of the International Space Station in 2014-2015… And as if that still weren’t enough, she also became the first person to brew espresso in space.
Things that need to be appreciated about the blood red reaper a bit more:
- She’s a canon transgender person
- Luscious hair… So beautiful
- Very strong and resilient in fights and in her work
- Very smart (A average)
- Lovely taste in shoes
Things that we should imagine her doing:
- Grell, waking up in the morning at 5 AM to work out. She beats up a punching bag and does 100 pushups and situps to keep herself in shape and keep up her stamina
-Grell taking a long hot bath with her hair up in a towel after a long day, soaking in water with sparkles and pink tones from her rose bath bomb
-Grell testing nail polish colors on Ronald (and him loving it)
-Grell, French braiding Her hair and wearing a large sunhat and overall shorts so she can tend to her little garden where she grows roses in the spring and pumpkins in the fall (on her day off, of course)
-Grell, calling Ronald and crying because she’s lonely on valentines day. Ronald leaving his party to come to her house to wipe her tears, eat chocolate dipped strawberries, and watch ‘sex in the city’ on repeat.
-Grell crying softly as Ronald graduates reaper academy, because she’s so proud
-Grell singing quietly to a German love song as she dances through the kitchen, making breakfast for herself (or a guest.. ♥)
-Grell. Just her as she is, a beautiful, strong woman.
I love grell sutcliff more than I love myself. She is the sun and the moon and the stars.
Prompt: “I was getting over you, why did you have to come back?” or it’s been a year since you and Steve broke up. He’s moved on, you haven’t.
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 2,277
Warnings: alcohol, language (maybe)
A/N: you have all been AMAZING. i have gotten such good reception. so here is part 2. this part is a bit longer, but we’re getting into the thick of it all. enjoy, and let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts.
You glanced down at the clock on your computer to see 6:20 on the toolbar. You supposed it was time to throw in the towel for the day. And it seemed so did Sarah. She knocked on your office door and poked her head in.
“Anything else you need from me before I head home?” She asked. You could tell she was hopeful.
“Have plans?” You laughed softly, rising from your desk and opening a small filing cabinet near the window. You always kept a spare change of clothes there, you never knew what could happen during the day. You pulled out a more casual pink tank top that would pair perfectly with the white, flower print skirt you were already wearing. “Does this look okay?” You held it up to your chest, almost modeling it for her. “I have a dinner date, with an old friend.”
“Is this friend male?” She wiggled her eyebrows, smiling at you.
A little something before bed, because you know, some days are better than others.
Otus the Timid mouse sitting alone by the pond. The cold of the water at his feet is harsh but its depth immensely irresistible.