ugh what am i doing with my life

I’m slowly falling in love with Tom Holland and there is nothing I can do to stop it…


How do y’all decide on colors for him anyway??

i invite you to examine the offended dignity in mamoru’s posture. HE HEARD LUNA TALK AND USAGI IS LYING ABOUT IT TO HIS FACE. what the hell else is going on in his head? i mean other than the fact that…    

“she’s a terrible liar and has an awesome secret. it can’t possibly be that she’s not admitting it because i’m wearing a tuxedo in the afternoon – after all, that should be MORE proof that she should be able to tell me, because if i’m the kind of person who wears a tuxedo in the afternoon, then probably nobody’s going to believe me if i go around saying a cat can talk. and besides!! i lowered my voice and everything!! i’m not making a scene about it! SHE is!”    

look at his shoulders getting all hunched up and his arms straightening and his chin jutting out and his eyebrows getting even scowlier.  

“she can’t POSSIBLY be running away and lying because i’m making a scary face, right? my face is not scary, it’s very pretty and even old ladies and other male model hobbyists tell me so. also there is all this blushing. even she blushed!! ugh, people, how do i even people, life is hard and my classy honesty is underappreciated.”   

the signs as Parks and Rec quotes
  • Aries: Jogging is the worst! I know it keeps you healthy, but God, at what cost?
  • Taurus: Oh, my God. These dogs are so cute. I WANT TO THROW UP AND KILL MYSELF.
  • Gemini: I think that Comic Sans always screams 'fun'.
  • Cancer: I don't even have time to tell you how wrong you are. Actually, it's gonna bug me if I don't.
  • Leo: I have no idea what I'm doing, but I know I'm doing it really, really well.
  • Virgo: Everything in my life is going wrong right now. Whose fault is this? I demand to know.
  • Libra: I'm not interested in caring about people.
  • Scorpio: Ugh. I hate talking to people about things. This is a nightmare.
  • Sagittarius: No, no. That's too much responsibility for me. I gotta— I gotta find a way out of this.
  • Capricorn: Yes. I am a hunter, and it's 'You' season.
  • Aquarius: My anxiety has kept me up for over fifty hours.
  • Pisces: I'm hungry and my legs are tired. It feels like I just exercised!

Emma Swan Appreciation MemeDay 15 ↠  Free choice

From a lost little duckling to a beautiful swan, thank you so much Emma for an amazing journey. You taught me so much about hope, love, fighting on, standing up for what you believe in and never giving up on myself. I’m forever grateful, you changed my life.

With A Little Bit Of Sugar

Request by: @toasterstrutle 

“Yo, I’m a huge sucker for soulmates au’s, same with coffee shop au’s, and any story where characters A and B (in this case Draco and Harry) get stuck in the same room for a long time.” 

°One Shot

°Pairing: Drarry (Draco x Harry)

°Warnings: Slight NSFW??? Idk??? Harsh Language

                                 ~With A Little Bit Of Sugar~

“Only one more hour to go.”

With a heavy sigh Ron leaned against the little open doorway that leads to the kitchen, whitch is seperated from the rest of the Cafe’.

“Yeah. I miss my bed.”

Harry, his best friend and workmate, chuckled and threw the piece of cloth he used to clean up some of the already empty tables over his shoulder.

“I miss my girl, Hermione.”

It’s been about two years now and Harry still didn’t get used to the sight of his two best friends being all lovey dovey with each other.

Ron and Harry have been besties since they were little kids. They met in school and never left each others side until this very day.

And Hermione?

Well, she was a new kid when they were in second grade. She used to live far away, but due to her dad’s promotion (he’s a dentist) they had to move and that’s basically how the trio found each other.

As time grew by, Ron and Hermione got together and as soon as they could call themselves adults the two of them moved into a nice flat together.

Harry, too, had a flat of his own, but unlike Ron his lover was his bed.

Why I said lover and not girlfriend?

Well, our little Harry is gay.

He discovered that during fifth year in his school. At that time, he also had his first actual crush.

Sure, he found some girls pretty before that. There was this girl called Cho Chang, he fancied her but he never told her. Not because he was too afraid, more likely because the thought of being with her, kissing her and…doing certain things with her seemed so absurd to him.

In other words, he quickly got over that ‘crush’.

There was a short period of time where he found Ginny Weasley, Ron’s sister; cute and he even considered going on a date with her, even tho he was scared of Ron’s reaction, but he just couldn’t.

Even after she told him that she liked him he rejected her and moved on fast.

Luckily, she found someone that could make her happy.

It was until he walked into class that Harry told himself he just wasn’t intrested in those two specific girls.

It all started with this one french class.

Harry was forced to choose between spanish, latin and french.

Latin didn’t even cross Harry’s mind once-like who the fuck speaks latin anymore?

And spanish and french were his least favourite languages, but since he had to choose one, he decided to give the french class a try.

Ron, that idiot he is, lost his sheet, so the teachers said he had to go to spanish, while Hermione volunteery joined the latin class (WHO THE FUCK SPEAKS THAT ANYMORE).

The dork he is, he ended up being late on his first day at french class and had to sit next to a girl that wouldn’t stop talking.

He remembers her name was Pansy something. She had black hair and always wore black, white and green clothes. For example her favourite green skirt, combined with white high socks, black shoes, a white blouse and a green, sometimes black tie around her neck.

But the most remarkable thing about her probably was her red lipstick.

Pansy however doesn’t even matter that much in this story.

Who mattered much more was who she was friends with-Draco Malfoy, the boy that everyone would tell you to stay away from if they were in one of those cliche’ teeny movies.

The thing was, Harry had just discovered who he was as a person, and then someone like Draco Malfoy steps into his life, just like this, and messes up everything.

He used to play Basketball back then, and just because of Malfoy messing with his head and his heart, Harry never showed up at practice anymore.

Harry had never been less interested in Basketball; he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy.

In other words, Harry had the hugest crush ever on Draco Malfoy himself, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Nothing other than masturbate every chance he got to the thought of Draco and him getting it on.

There was a little party in their school and everyone was there. Of course, some alcohol was involved, which is why Harry believes that this was the reason for what Malfoy did, but when they were outside the school and talked about deep stuff, Draco kissed him.

It was Harry’s first kiss and he felt his heart burst with joy. But that heart got torn apart the next day, when Draco told him it was a big mistake and that he was disgusted by what they did and that, if he sees Harry anywhere near him or his friends again, he would beat the shit out of him.

The next day, Draco was hanging on Pansy’s lips and when Harry wanted to confront them, Malfoy turned his words into reality.

The poor boy didn’t know what hurt more; his heart or the bruises his classmate caused that day.

Whatever it was, Harry decided to ignore the pain and Malfoy for the rest of his life, which was hard because he left quite a weird looking scar on his forehead.

But, the years passed and they all finished school and went on with their lifes.

And they never saw each other again.

A little ring was heard from the bell hanging over the door, signaling Ron and Harry that someone just entered.

“I’ll take this one. You can go and get to your girl.”


“Yeah, go. See you tomorrow. And tell Hermione I said hey.”

They said farewell and as Ron left through the backdoor, Harry grabbed his little notebook and walked towards the costumer, that sat with his back to him.

Strange, he thought. No one else seems to be here anymore. And it’s oddly dark for this hour of the day.

But since he wanted to be a professional, he just shook his head and put a smile at his tired face.

“Good evening, sir, what can I bring yo-”

There was a small sound heard of something colliding with the floor, and Harry’s face looked like death itself.

No way…




“Wha…what are you doing here?!”

“Obviously, I wanted some coffee.”

Harry’s jaw dropped. After all this time, and all he said was that he wanted some goddamn coffee?!

Who the fuck gives two shits about a coffee in this situation?!


“Didn’t you hear me? I mean, I get that I damaged your stupid face, but did you get deaf or something? I said I wanted a coffee. With a little bit of sugar, if you can tell what sugar and what salt is.”

Harry was mad; no he was furious.

“Is that everything?”, Harry growled, his fake smile obviously covering up the storm inside the young male.

“No, that would be it.”

Draco grinned at Harry’s misery, but as he watched him walk away into another part of the building, Draco’s mask fell.

His eyes became teary and he had to bite his lip in order to keep the sobs from coming out.

What has he done?

It was at the time to apologize.

He whiped away the tears quickly, shut the front door with a switch of his hand on the lock and walked to where Harry has disappeared.


Draco entered the room and slammed the open door shut behind him…only to find horror on the others face.



Instead of answering, Harry just yanked at the door, which won’t open.

“You idiot, Malfoy! This door needs a key to be opened, and my key IS NOT in THIS ROOM!!!!”


“Yeah, right.”

The boy sighed and sat on a little two seat sofa.

Draco sat next to him and looked through the tiny room.

It seemed like a storing room for small things, like flour and sugar and all that kind of stuff.

And, to his surprise, there were an open salt and an open sugar package on the little cupboard.

Okay so, either he was trying to poisen him with that salt, or he actually was checking which one is which. Did he take his nasty comment seriously?

“Look, Potter, I actually came to talk to you.”

Mentioned one turned his head to Draco, and suddenly their faces were way closer than they should be.

It took him back to the party…and the day after.

“You see…ugh, I’m not good at this, okay?”

Draco took a deep breath and felt relieved that Harry now didn’t seem as angry anymore; he actually seemed very interested in what Malfoy had to say.

“First of all, I’d like to say that you still have not aged up one bit. I mean, oh god, sorry I…”

And there was it-a small chuckle, almost unnoticed, but Draco heard it clearly, and his heart jumped.

And suddenly it felt so much easier.

“Harry, I am sorry. For everything. You see, back then, when we were in school, Pansy always told me about you and how good you would be for me. In this state of my life, my father was sent to prison, because he robbed a building and hurt people in the act, He was getting blackmailed and saw no other way out than to do what they said. The one that made my father do it-ugh that fucking asshole, he broke my whole family apart.

He’s in prison too, forever, while my father was supposed to get out after five years, but…he died in his cell. He slipped in the small bathtub und hurt his head, and the staff didn’t give two shits so he died due to the bleeding.

My mother never was the same anymore and I had only myself, Blaise and Pansy. So when she told me about you, I wanted to get to know you so badly.

Harry, after a while, I had these thoughts about you, and they scared me because I never thought about someone like this, let alone a boy I just met a few weeks ago.

I kissed you that night because I wanted it, I didn’t drink one bit alcohol. And I was aware of how it felt and I was aware of the way I couldn’t sleep the whole night cause you kept creeping into my mind and god, I was aware that I was no good for you.

So I hurt you to stay away. to make you walk away from me because you deserve so much better. I’m selfish, but this time I had to think about you. When I kissed Pansy, I felt like throwing up, cause that cheep lipstick felt so wrong, and your lips felt so right, and when I hit you I felt like I was dying.”

There were tears in both boy’s eyes and Draco raised his hand to slightly brush his fingers over the scar he made.

“I bet I left even worse scars in your heart, didn’t ?”

Harry nodded, but then took Draco’s hand in his.

A sob escaped his lips and Harry finally pulled him into a tight embrace.

“Draco, we both made mistakes. Let’s forget what happened, okay? Fuck, I’m so happy to see you again.”

They both laughed a bit before they looked into each others eyes, and then, finally finally finally, they leaned in and their lips locked together.

Neither could hide their smile anymore when their lips met, and when they pulled away, they were grinning like idiots.

Draco cupped Harry’s face with his hands and leaned his forehead against his.

“I missed that.”

Harry smiled.

“I missed you.”


The next day, Ron and Hermione walked into the Cafe’ and were confused when they saw Harry’s jacket and keys on the counter.


Since they got no answer they opened the little door to the store room.

“Oh my god!!”

Shocked the couple stared at a sleeping Harry on the couch, a sleeping Draco in his arms.

Hermione pointed to the cupboard.

“What did they need the sugar for?”

Hope you liked it, sorry if I got anything wrong. Lots of love!<3


The Amazing World of Gumball sentence starters

“I think cheese is better than cake, because you can have cheesecake, but you can’t have cakecheese!”
“79% of stair accidents happen on the stairs.”
“Aww, nobody cares about the summer of ‘83!”
“It’s better to have loved, and watched that love burn before your very eyes, than to have never loved at all.”
“My whole life is flashing before my eyes and it’s boring!”
“I love you! …Ugh! What did I say that for?!”
“Stop throwing stuff at me! I’m innocent!”
“I am a predator, hear me roar!”
“We should enjoy every moment of our life, 'cause it can be very long or very short.”
“Hmm, I guess I’m just good at being happy.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll do better next time…after a couple of years of intense training.”
“Uh yeah you’re a full grown man screaming at us and if you continue I’m gonna call the police.”
“My brain is amazing, when I find something boring it actually prevents me from hearing it.”
“I don’t know. I never burned a car before.”
“What’s wrong with the internet, man? This video goes on for at least 20 minutes!”
“I’ll be honest with ya, I broke 5 ribs, but it was all worth it, just to see your faces!”
“Sorry, I’ve got a medical condition, called laziness.”
“It’s because of you I’m mortal!”


Request: Can you write an imagine were you and Evan peters are dating and you guys are home off from work. And your both just relaxing watching movies cuddling etc. I thought this would be really cute. And you guys make brownies and stuff idk. You can be more detailed lol -Anonymous

Pairing: Evan Peters x Reader

Warnings: Just fluff… and you’ll probs crave chocolate after this..

“Evan! Hurry up and get the popcorn already!” “I’ll be there in a minute!!” You laughed as you heard Evan fumbling around and dropping things in the kitchen. It was the night of your weekly movie night with your boyfriend and you were prepared to soak up every minute of it as he was gone shooting for his next movie all week.

Sliding into the room in his socks Tom Cruise style, you had to stifle a giggle as he almost tripped and spilled the popcorn everywhere. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, babe. I got everything under control,” he assured you.

Taking another few steps, Evan tripped on a crease in the carpet. Almost as if it were in slow motion, the popcorn flew into the air and littered the carpet with white. “…nevermind.”

A few minutes later, Evan traipsed after you into the kitchen. “But baaaabe! It won’t be the same without snacks. I need food. Running around as fast as I do drains your energy, you know. Besides, you’re always telling me to make sure I stay healthy during shooting time.” “I don’t really thing that brownies count as healthy,” you speculated. “And you’re not actually Quicksilver, babe. ”“Yeah, sure, ok.. but the brownies would sure help.”

There was no arguing with this boy.

“Fine, fine. I’ll make you your stupid brownies.” “YUSSSSS! Thanks, babe. I love youuu!” “Yeah, yeah. But you have to help me.” “Alright,” he agreed, “how hard could it be?”

*Ten minutes later*

“This is so harrrrrrd.” Evan was complaining nonstop. I mean, you loved the guy. He could just be.. really super freaking annoying sometimes. “Evan come on. It’s just brownies. They’re really simple. How are you not getting this?”He glared at you then his eyes snuck over to the brownie mix sitting in a bowl nearby. 

“Evan Thomas Peters. Don’t you dare.”

With an indignant smirk, Evan shoved his hand into the bowl and hopped up from his spot on the counter top. Backing away slowly, you were positioned to make a run for it. With slow calculated steps, that grinning idiot made his way towards you. You started speaking to him as if reasoning with a toddler.. which if you think about it, isn’t really far from the truth.

“Now Evan. Think about what you’re doing.” “Oh trust me, baby girl. I definitely am.” At the end of his sentence, Evan hurled the powdery substance all over you. “Ugh! Oh Evan,” you looked at him with a vengeful glimmer in your eyes, “what did you do?” Realizing his mistake, Evan started sprinting out of the room as you start chasing him with the egg carton.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Babe come on! I’m literally scared for my life right now!” Then he realized something: it was quiet in the house. Completely petrified now, Evan crept through the house. “B-babe?” he whispered.

All of a sudden, eggs were being pelted at him, seeming to come from all directions. “Mercy! Mercy! Please! I beg of you!” Evan screamed as he shrunk into a corner. The eggs stopped for a solitary moment while you checked to make sure he was actually fine. Then the eggs started shooting again.

Determined not to die that day, Evan was filled with a new courage. Standing up from his little bomb (egg) shelter, he raced towards you, picked you up, brought you to the living room and tackled you onto the couch. He mercilessly began tickling your sides until you were crying from laughter. “Abuse! Abuse!” you shrieked. “Do you surrender?” he asked.

With a nod of defeat, the tickles ceased. “You suck,” you muttered. “But I don’t spit,” he replied with a smirk. You gave him an incredulous look. “You, Evan Peters, are a disgrace to humanity.”

“I try,” he winked. “Now what about those brownies?”

“Oh no, buddy. We’re not making brownies. You destroyed the mix remember.” After fifteen minutes of Evan whining and you protesting, you finally decided to just make popcorn again.

The both of you cleaned everything up and made your snack. Flopping down on the couch after putting Lord of the Rings into the dvd player, you and Evan settled in under an abundance of blankets and a mountain of popcorn. Nestled under Evan’s arm, you looked up into his eyes.

“How did I get stuck with a child like you?” all said with a grin on your face. He leaned down to your ear as if telling you the most confidential information in the universe. “Because secretly, you’re one, too.”

anonymous asked:


I am only doing this because we need something to contrast all the Sadrien exploding across our feeds from Angst Week. And because I made the horrible mistake of reading @geek-fashionista ‘s contribution to it >_> 

(An excerpt from “The Trials of Marinette Agreste- or how to sleep with your best friend, who is also your husband) 

the scene: 

Marinette has been plotting. She has arranged for Tom and Sabine to take baby Emma for the night. (She is only a little concerned that she might have to break down her parents door to get her back tomorrow.) Finally, she can have some alone time with her husband. 

Adrien is grabbing some baby supplies from the store so he has no idea.  He will come home and there will be no distractions, no obligations, no Emma crying right when they are FINALLY about to do it… 

She hears the front door to their apartment open and grins. 

“I’m back bugaboo. How are my two lovely ladies?” 

“Just one lovely lady tonight,” Marinette smiled flirtatiously, “Emma is with Maman and Papa.” 

“Really?” Adrien grinned, setting the bags down on the floor and putting his arms around her waist, “So what are we going to be doing with our evening off then?” 

“Well I am sure we can figure something out…” 

She leaned forward, giving her husband a long, lingering kiss. His hands ran up and down her back and she shivered in anticipation of where this night was heading. 

“What do you say we move this to-” 

Marinette was cut off by the shrill beeping of her cell phone. She glared at the offensive object, the small red notification light blinking mockingly at her from across the room. 

Adrien gave her a quick amused peck on the lips. “You go get that, it could be important. I’ll put the groceries away. Meet you in the bedroom when you’re done?” He picked up the bags and began sorting through the purchases. 

Marinette stalked across the room and grabbed up her phone, making her way to the den so she could tell whoever it was to go away without Adrien overhearing and making a fuss about manners or responsibilities. 

She closed the door behind her and finally glanced down at the call screen before blinking in surprise at the ID. 

“Hello?” She asked worried. 

“Oh, Marinette thank god,” Chloe’s voice called, “this is a complete disaster and I need your help right away.” 

“Is there a new villain? Have you told Alya already? Where are-”

“Oh, it’s nothing like that! Jeez!” Chloe laughed. “No I have a press conference tomorrow and I cannot figure out which shoes go best with this outfit. Sabrina out of town and Adrikins has turned into a walking zombie since you guys popped out my precious baby god daugher-” 

“Ayla’s her godmother,” Marinette muttered for the thousandth time. 

“-so clearly you were the obvious choice. I mean let’s face it, Alya and Nino are the definition of fashion challenged. You on the other hand actually understand the importance of style.” 

Marinette bit her lip and tried to hold back a scream of frustration. As much as she was glad that Chloe had found a place in their little circle of friends, as thrilled as it had made Adrien that the girl had gotten over her teenage bullying, and as much as she loved and appreciated all the good things Chloe had done since getting her own miraculous- the woman still had the amazing ability to drive her completely insane. 

“Chloe,” she growled, “I am trying to spend a night alone with my husband if you know what I mean.” 

“You can do that any night, where as I am on a 24 hour deadline.” 

“I’ll drop by in the morning.”

“But I already have everything laid out.” 

“Chloe, unless the Eiffel Tower is on FIRE I don’t want to be bothered right now!” 

“Ugh, fine. You really do need to get laid. I’ll see you in the morning then.” 

Marinette ended the call and turned off the phone. 

She hurried into the bedroom to find Adrien sprawled out face first on the bed, snoring. 

Graphic Tank Top Friday!

It’s too damn hot for a t-shirt and I felt like channeling some of that Olympic strength today!

Honestly, this week has been truly not great. Work has got me stressed out due to things happening outside of my control which is never fun. While these things aren’t my fault, they are my responsibility to fix (and pay to fix) which sucks. But I guess, as long as the clients are happy at the end, we’re good. But ugh.

I’ve also been dealing with “what am I doing with my life” stress and it’s gotten worse in the past few weeks. Maybe because I turned 30? I think it’s actually because a lot of people I know are doing exciting grown up things (marriage! babies! house buying!) and it makes me feel left behind a little? Hard to say for sure so I’m gonna blame the weathe.

You may have heard, there’s the heat wave. Actually, and I might be jinxing myself here, it hasn’t been totally unbearable, running-wise. This is why I run in the morning when it’s cool! But the heat is still really draining. 

This weekend will be the real test: I’m running a six hour relay tomorrow with @cupcakeconditioning and @butterfliesandairplanes from 7:30a,-1:30pm and then I have my long 15 mile run scheduled for Sunday morning. Super duper excited for the relay because yay running with friends and also, trail running aid stations are the BEST. Less stoked for the long run on Sunday but it’s all part of this process. Why did I decide to do a marathon again?

So the most important thing on the agenda right now is getting to bed at a decent time tonight and Saturday night because I have to wake up EARLY this weekend. Not sure if I’ll actually pull it off though…

anonymous asked:

demon hunter Bones sounds good tho. I'd really like to read something about it!

I’m glad u asked!

  • “Have you heard anything from Uhura and Spock lately?” Bones asks into his phone. “No,” Sulu replies, “last I know, they were hunting that nest of vampires in Montana. They’re not nearby.” “Jaylah, Scotty and Keenser?” “New York. I can ask Chekov-” “No,” Bones says, “Chekov’s our primary researcher, keep him that way.” “I don’t have anyone else, Bones,” Sulu says, “you’re going to have to go in by yourself. You can wait a few days, but we’ve not seen any demons leave the premise in three days. You’re our demon specialist.” “Fine,” Bones sighs, “but just for the record; I hate you.” He hears Sulu chuckle at the other side of the line. “Noted.”  
  • Bones is by no means a specialist in any way. He just happens to send more demons back to Hell than most. Often he works together, though. Most of the time, Bones teams up with Spock and Uhura, two fellow hunters who aim to make the world a bit safer. Often with the help of Chekov and Sulu, who are their general contact persons if they need any research on lore. Scotty’s gang has the cool gadgets, but Bones likes his weapons old fashioned.
  • He makes his way inside the abandoned warehouse, guns loaded with rock salt and a flask of holy water at the ready. He holds on to his gun tightly, quietly following the dried blood trails on the ground. Clearly, whatever they got dragged down here, Bones is too late to save them. That’s going to gnaw at his guts for a while. He finds the body, tortured and mutilated on the floor. A mere second later, they crawl out of their hidey holes. Demons. At least six of them. Bullets don’t kill them, but at least they’ll hurt.
  • Within a minute, though, he’s getting his ass handed to him. His nose is bleeding, his entire body is sore and covered in bruises, and Bones thinks he might just end up in the same position as the corpse. Was bound to happen at some point, anyway. Today is not that day, though. Because just as he fights one of the demons to the ground, the demon drags him down with him, and Bones finds the demon on top of him, strong hands closing around his throat. Before the demon can actually kill him, though, Bones watches the demon’s skull get stabbed by a long dagger. The demon possessing the human body vanishes, and the body collapses on top of him. By the time Bones pushes the body off of him, the other demons are on the ground, too. “I can’t believe how dependent on me you’ve become,” Jim says, putting the dagger back in his belt. “Jim,” Bones groans out his name, “took you long enough.” Jim reaches out, grabbing Bones’ hand to help him up on his feet. “You’re bleeding,” Jim says, reaching out to run his fingers gently over Bones’ cheek, and he watches the other tense under his touch. “Come on,” Jim says, “let me get you cleaned up.”
  • “You really ought to take better care of yourself, Bones,” Jim says once they’re in Bones’ motel room. Bones shrugs lightly. Jim has been cleaning up the wounds on his face, and Bones’ nose is no longer bleeding. “I would’ve been okay,” he says, “just needed to perform that exorcism.” “Bit difficult to say that out loud when you’re being choked, and not the good kind of choking,” Jim replies, lips turning into a small smirk. “Why’d you come and help me?” Bones asks. Jim sits down next to him, resting his hand on Bones’ leg. “I’ve been good,” Jim says, “but I’m starving. Figured I’d stop by you and see how you were doing.” Bones sighs, though not entirely annoyed at that. “Fine,” Bones says, smiling lightly when Jim’s eyes glow a little lighter when Bones reaches out, pulling him in a little closer.
  • Sleeping with an Incubus is a generally terrible, frequently fatal idea. Jim is different, though. Doesn’t take much, just enough to survive. Jim also joins him on hunts occasionally. Bones knows teaming up with a demon is a little unethical, considering he’s hunting them, too, and he makes a point not to trust Jim for anything other than the occasional intimate company, and someone who has his back on a hunt when no one else is available. 
  • Jim rolls on to his side, his hand running over Bones’ naked chest. “You’re my favorite hunter,” he says, and Bones smiles lightly. “That because I didn’t kill you?” “It’s not for your lack of trying,” Jim huffs with a grin, “no, I like you because you trust me. Not a lot of people do.” “I trust you for about as far as I can throw you.” “So, against the wall or the mattress, huh?” Jim teases, straddling Bones’ lap and kissing him. Sweet at first, but quickly more passionate. “Wanna go for round two?” “You gonna feed off my soul again? Then no,” Bones replies, and Jim laughs. “No, I’m good. Don’t want to end up swallowing my favorite hunter,,” Jim says, pressing gentle kisses over his chin and his neck. “What I am gonna do, is swallow something else entirely.” Bones rolls his eyes at that, pushing the Incubus off of him. “No, you’re not. Not when you say things like that.” “Come on, Bones. I need sex to survive. You’ll literally save my life by getting naked with me again.” “Nice try,” Bones says, feeling a little amused when Jim obviously looks defeated when Bones pulls on a shirt again. The hunter reaches out for his phone, checking for messages. “Sulu says there’s a wolf pack nearby.” “Ugh, I hate wolves,” Jim says, “with their pack mentality, weird sexual appetites-” “You’re one to talk,” Bones says, “weird sexual appetites? You’re literally a sex demon.” “Hmm, always consensual, though,” Jim points out with a grin. “You coming with me to hunt them down or what?” Bones asks, and Jim smiles. “Absolutely.”

Fought hard the urge to filter this picture. But this is my face, right?

Views from happy light. I haven’t felt the benefits yet, but I’m blinding myself daily with 10,000 lux as part of my full scale offensive against the beast that is my depression.

So remember that urgent-ish appointment they made for me last week? So that doctor I see is the one who helped me get off antidepressants last year. He is all about nutrients and supplements and diet and overall wellness, especially to support chronic health conditions. Anyway, after we talked, *he* recommended and prescribed an antidepressant for me. It was sort of a wake up for me. After how hard I have been working to stay off of traditional meds, he thought this would be a good temporary fix. Ugh.

Now I am not against antidepressants. They saved my life at one point. They have a place in therapy. But it’s not what I want right now. So I’m doubling down on my efforts. I told myself that if I am going to decline the prescription for now, I have to try for about the next month a disciplined plan. Every single day I **must** do the following: take my supplements, use my light therapy, use my alpha stim (portable cranial electric stimulation), and meditation. Bonus points if I eat marginally well or get some physical exercise (that walk the other day is all I have managed so far).

If in a month I still feel so heavily weighed down by this, I must consider the meds. If not, maybe I can crawl through after all.

Today I feel sad. But tolerable sadness. I’ll take it. 💜

Enough Time - Rafael Barba

Fic #23 of the Hamilton Prompts
Song: Non-Stop

“Rafael, it’s the middle of the night,” you said as you stumbled sleepily into his office at one in the morning. He looked up to find you rubbing your eyes and yawning, standing in your pajamas.

“What are you doing up?” he asked, standing up from his desk. He walked over to you and put his hands on your waist, looking into your face to make sure everything was alright.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He sighed and went back over to his desk. He fished around for some paper, and after finding it, glanced back up at you.

“I have a lot of work to do still.”

“Like what?” you asked, struggling to sit down on the love seat against the wall.

“Mi amor, go to sleep, you need to rest,” he said, brushing off the question. 

“Yeah, so do you,” you said, still situating yourself on the chair. 

“I’m not the one who’s seven months pregnant.” You rolled your eyes and looked up at him.

“Well, you did get me here. Rafael, what are you really doing?”

“Just finishing up some paper work.”

“Please don’t make me come over there,” you said, rubbing your stomach. “What paper work could be so important that you have to be working on it at one in the morning?”

“I promise I’ll be in bed soon.”

“That’s what you said last night, and I’m not sure you ever came into bed.” He sighed and looked up at you. He was hoping to find sympathy in your eyes, but you were only glaring. “Rafi,” you said, struggling to stand up. Once you did, you made your way over to him and put your hand on his shoulder.

He looked up at you with a slight smile and leaned forward to kiss your stomach. You sighed and ran a hand through his hair. 

Why do you work like you’re running out of time?” you asked. “Work day and night like you’re running out of time?”

“It’s not just working, baby,” he said. You rolled your eyes and leaned against his desk taking a few breaths. Rafael stood up immediately and gestured to his seat. “Please sit.” 

You wanted to argue, but really needed to sit. So you did, and kept the same glare on your face. 

“Please talk to me. Is something wrong?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head and dropping to his knees. “No, everything is perfect. It’s just- I-,” he groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. “I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Try,” you said gently. He nodded and took a deep breath.

“I am so happy for us, but I’m worried that when the baby comes, there won’t be any time for anything else. Not that I’m not okay with that. I am really thrilled about our baby, but I want to make a mark. I want to-”

“Be better than you already are?” you asked, tucking some of his hair behind his ear.

“I guess,” he said with a sigh.

You’re already a better lawyer than me,” you said with a laugh. Rafael finally laughed, too, and you smiled down at him. “You’re incredible in court, you’re succinct, persuasive. What else could you want?”

“Time to find out what, I guess. I want to be able to be home and happy, without staying at work when the baby comes.”

“So you’ve been staying up late to finish up every piece of work you have ever started?” you asked. He laughed and looked down.

“I guess it does sound a little foolish. I just mean, ugh,” he said, shaking his head. “Aren’t there things that you wanted to do before you had children?”

“Well, yeah, but I’ve already found a wealthy husband who will keep me in comfort for all my days,” you said. Rafael smirked up at you and shook his head. 


“It’s okay if you’re scared, Rafael,” you said. “I am, too. I love the life we have, and as the delivery gets closer, the more I start to realize that our lives are going to change. And you know what? You probably won’t accomplish everything you want to. Especially not before the baby comes, but that’s alright.”

“I just-”

What would be enough to be satisfied?” you asked. Rafael looked up at you and frowned. 

“To not feel like I was disappointing you.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked in shock. “You’ve never disappointed me once.”

“You’re saying you weren’t disappointed when you walked into the office, finding me still awake?”

“Will you stop it?” you asked. “You’re everything to me and then some. Look at where you are, Rafael. Think of where you started, the fact that you’ve made it here is amazing. And if you’re wife could share a fraction of your time, if I could grant you piece of mind, that would be enough.”

“Are you sure you’re wealthy husband is enough for you?” he asked with a small smile. You rubbed your thumbs across his cheeks as you held onto his face.

He’s not a lot of fun,” you teased. “But there’s no one who can match him.” 

“I love you, so much,” he said, looking up at you. He leaned up to kiss you, being careful to avoid bumping into your stomach. 

“And, just so you know, having a child doesn’t mean the rest of our lives get put on hold. Just slowed down a little.”

“Meaning, what?”

“Meaning, if you want to keep working, you don’t have to kill yourself in a quick spurt. You can work at a normal pace. That way I can actually see you and spend plenty of time in bed with you,” you said with a smile.

“Have I mentioned how much I love you?” he asked.

“You might have a few times. But I’d know for sure if you came into bed with me.” Rafael grinned and stood up, holding out his hands. He helped you stand, too, and the two of you walked hand in hand back to your room. You crawled into bed, and Rafael did, too, before wrapping his arm around you. 

Look around,” you said. “Isn’t this enough?” He smiled and nodded, kissing your forehead.

“Yes, absolutely.”

“And, you’re still the best lawyer I know. And almost always the smartest person in the room.” He kissed you again and shook his head.

“No, you’re always smarter than me.” You giggled and nodded.

“That’s probably true. I’m glad you recognize that. It’s one of the reasons why I love you so much.”

“I love you so much more, mi amor.”

hate you, too

length: 1.4k

type: (5th year) angst and a sprinkle of fluff

warnings: violence 

 based on this passage:

              “Been a long time since I had to spell you two apart.”

-Ebb, to Simon about him and Baz, pg. 91


             “(Snow) also says I tried to throw him down a flight of stairs our fifth year. Really, we were fighting at the top of the staircase, and I got in a lucky punch that sent him flying. Then, when my aunt Fiona asked me if I’d pushed Simon Snow down a flight of stairs, I said, “Fuck yes I did.”

-Baz, pg. 179

  •  5th year Simon and Baz get into a fight and Ebb has to spell them apart

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