we get high and stay fly

Good Girl CH 1: Tequila and Bad Decisions

Chapter 2, CH 3CH 4, CH 5. CH 6, CH 7, CH 8, CH 9, CH 10, CH 11, CH 12 CH 13, CH 14, CH 15, CH 16, CH 17, CH 18, CH 19, CH 20, CH 21, CH 22, CH 23, CH 24, CH 25

I scan the crowd of both Asians and Americans but regardless of races I can say confidently that they are all pretty shady. My eyes go to my grinning friend Jihyo, who has somehow convinced me to come to a very nice club that just happens to be crawling with creeps. Some of her other friends had told her how amazing the club, EXO, was but seem to forget that you have to either look really slutty or really rich to get in. That is how I ended up having to take off my jacket and stockings and now have to stand in line in the freezing cold in nothing but a tight leather skirt and one of Jihyo’s crop tops that could pass for a bra. She is in a similar skimpy out fit, but she is actually wearing her only pair of shorts like that which meant I had to wear the skirt.

“How much longer?” I groan as I begin jogging in place, something I found easy in her five-inch heels.

She rolls her fake green eyes at me, “We haven’t been waiting that long.”

“It’s been an hour. What are they waiting for?” I glance down the line toward the closed doors.

“I thought you didn’t wanna come?” She teases with a confident grin.

I scoff at her, “I still don’t, it just happens to be better than freezing my ass off out here.”

“Maybe if you go shake it up there we can get in.” She gestures to the large bouncer standing outside the main door.

“Fuck that, I would much rather fuck Hoseok to get in,” Jihyo grins at the mention of her friend that works in the club and also happens to have a massive crush on me.

“Would you please? I offered but he didn’t believe me that you would follow threw.”

I glare at her, “You offered what?”

“Your precious virginity,” She grins at me evilly.

“Ugh don’t say stuff like that.”

She continues to tease me, “What, can’t handle the truth that you’re a 17 year old virgin?”

“Not all of us can be lucky enough to lose their virginity in a school bathroom when we were 14,” I snap back. She just grins at my mean words. “I can’t believe that you offered my virginity to some guy to get into a club,” I pause as I rethink my words, “That’s a lie, I expect nothing less from you.”

“I learned my bitchiness from you.”

“I’m giving this place five more minutes than I’m leaving, with or without you.”

She fakes hurt, “You would leave me to get drunk at a club by myself?”

“Yes, what will you do without someone to take care of your drunken self?” I pat the younger girl’s head.

Just then the doors to the club opened and the bouncer starts weeding through the people lined up in front of him. I’m not surprised when lots of the guys or undeniably less attractive girls start getting denied and pushed out of the line as others get to go inside. When it’s our turn to be checked out, again, I’m not surprised when the bouncer waves us in without as much of a glance at the fake IDs we worked hard to get, though I understand why. Jihyo is an undeniable beauty with her long raven locks and perfect doll like face. With the body of a fitness goddess and legs for miles, I have always envied her 5’6 height. Standing at a small 5 foot but thankfully 5’5 in heels, I’m still dwarfed next to the beautiful girl. Though I won’t admit it out loud I’m quiet a looker myself.

Being from a Korean father and a mother who is a mutt herself I was lucky enough to inherit some very good qualities from different races. The nice curves and wavy locks that I received from my dark skinned mom seem to fit my cat like eyes I got for my dad. Though I also got my short height from my dad’s side of the family too. My hair is a blend of them, giving me perfect loose, black waves that hang daintily against my back.

“Jooyoung!” Jihyo brings me out of my thoughts to have me gawk at the massive club with her. The bar is to the left; circle booths line two of the other walls while the huge DJ booth takes up most of the other wall. Lights flash as the music blares through the massive speakers making it hard to hear what Ji is trying to say to me. Realizing that I can’t hear a word she is saying she just nods her head in direction of the bar. I follow, our hands locked together to make sure we don’t loose each other in the thick crowd. Once we reach the bar Ji manages to find an empty stool that she quickly places me on. She stands close behind me, her hands resting on the bar, locking me in and all the others out. Even though I’m older Ji is taller and a little bit bigger than me, something that has made her a little over protective, though I don’t really need it in places like this. Even though she is always the one bringing me to them and the trouble along with her.

“Four shots of tequila!” She yells to the hot bartender, who grins at us. Farther down behind the bar we see none other than Hoseok busy mixing drinks and flirting with customers. So different from his normal cutesy self, he seems so much hotter with his hair pushed back and a sly smirk on his face.

“Damn,” I accidently say out loud. Ji follows my eyes and grins. That grin stays as the bartender places the four shots in front of us. Giving me two and keeping two for her self, Ji raises the first one and holds it up to me expectantly. I hold my little glass to hers’.

“To getting drunk!” She clinks our glasses and moves to drink but stops as I begin downing mine, “And to getting layed!” With that she does hers’ in one go like me. We both slam the shot glass back down on the counter, grimacing as the awful liquid burns its way down our throats. I glare at her little add in to our toast.

“I’ll sleep with someone when I want to!”

“Who said it was for you? I need some fun too, it’s been way to long.” She teases as she rests her head on my shoulder, grabbing her other shot and, again, holding it up to mine. “How about to you just doing something that will get you out of your funk and make you that happy go lucky girl I met in elementary?”

I give her a soft smile, clinking our glasses and down the shot. “Four more!”

“That’s what I’m talking about!”

“I’m so going to regret this in the morning.”

“Oh shut up, when was the last time you got actually drunk? You are the best person to be around when your drunk, you’re just so cute and friendly.”

“I turn into a child. That’s not how I want to be in a public area with creepy guys all over the place.”

“You’re a step a head of most since those killer instincts seem to keep working threw your buzz. I wouldn’t question anything if Freddy Kruger himself came up and offered me a ride home. But you, you can see threw the best con man after downing a bottle of tequila.”

“It’s a gift.”

“One of few,” She tease as she holds up a shot, “To me becoming a better judge of character and to you becoming more careless. I’m tired of being the only one walking up in a stranger’s bed.”

As more and more shots are downed and things wrong with my life are listed I have never been so grateful but so annoyed with this girl at the same time. She is the only person I share anything with, the only person who even somewhat knows what’s going on in the mess I call my head. But as she stands there telling me all the things I should be worried about or work on I get kind of angry. After having enough shots for now, I pull the tall girl to the dance floor with me, hoping to shut her pretty mouth up. We dance like there is no tomorrow, forgetting all that is troubling us; actually I seem to be the only one with troubles.

As hours fly by of dancing and more shots here and there my mind begins to fog. I stop caring about the unknown hands that grope me, too focused on my high and the music. My feet are numb and my legs feel like jello but I some how continue to stay on my feet. Jihyo is a grinning mess in front of me, twirling around and stumbling every few minutes. It has been along time since I’ve felt this good, this free, like nothing could ever hold me back. Jihyo would have usually abandoned me by this time and I would take that as an okay to find a way home but not tonight. I am no one’s babysitter tonight!

Suddenly the crowd starts moving toward the DJ stand, they all huddle, trying to see something that must be pretty interesting. Being the nosy girl she is, Ji tries to drag me along with the rest of the crowd to find out what is going on. I try to pull her away from the gawking people, knowing whatever it is, it can’t be good.

Running away isn’t a possibility with Ji trying to pull me the other way and the crowd pulling me as a whole. As my instincts scream at me to run, the sound of gunshots can heard above the music. The pull of the crowd towards the noise is gone as people try to avoid the bullets that are flying in every direction. My eyes scan the crowd, seeing at least a dozen people on the floor either crying out for help or already dead. Blood covers the almost empty dance floor. Without another thought I start dragging Jihyo to the bathroom as the rest of the crowd breaks out in a panic as they all drunkenly scramble to the front door. Some how through my very drunken state I’m able to maneuver Jihyo and myself through the small bathroom window, out into the empty alleyway. The cold nips at my cheeks as the wind blows it’s freezing air around us.

Jihyo lands on her butt, “Ya! That hurt!” She whines loudly.

“Shut up you idiot!” I scan the alley for anyone else who exited the club, finding a van waiting. On the other side of a massive garbage bin the back door to the club busts open. A long line of extremely attractive guys strut out, the last one, who is taller than the rest, has something large, and strangely human shaped, hanging over his shoulder. I slam Jihyo and myself up against the wall and pry that they don’t see us. To be completely honest, I couldn’t careless about my own safety but Jihyo has so much to live for, I don’t want to risk her life.

“Joo-ah!” She calls out drunkenly, drawing the attention of the last of the men.

God dammit you dumb bitch! I love you, but you dumb bitch! I scream in my head as I hear their footsteps coming our way. In a desperate moment I whisper an apology as I punch her across the face, knocking the drunk girl out easily. Quickly I throw the stray trash bags on top of her, hiding her from who ever is coming. I’m crouching down next to where I’m hiding her, behind the garbage bin when someone comes rushing down the alley way on my side. The person stops when he sees the group of men coming his way. I can easily see the terror on the poor man’s face as he reaches one of the over hanging lights just a few feet away from me.

My heart stops when another gunshot rings out in the alley. I watch as the man drops to his knees, clutching his stomach his eyes drift away from his killers to me. The anxiety building up in my chest almost bursts when the gun fires again, this time hitting the man’s forehead, making him collapse, his eyes never leaving mine. But as if my heart knows what is to come it pounds harder than I’ve ever felt it before, as the footsteps continue toward us.

The suspense of them finding me begins to annoy me. My chest is hurting from the tightness of my anxiety and my thighs don’t appreciate being stuck in a low wall sit for this long. But it finally happens. A man dressed in all black stands over the body for a minute before crouching down and going through his pockets. He pulls out the dead man’s wallet and flips it open, automatically finding something that makes him sigh.

“Poor bastard had a family. What a shame, should watch wear he wanders.” The man mumbles to himself, dropping the wallet on the man’s chest. I debate on whether I’m a horrible person or not for not busting out in tears at the fact an innocent man was just murdered in front of me and that I could possibly next. The low amount of empathy I normally have for people seems to have reached an all time low when I realize how I feel absolutely nothing for the dead man in front of me.

But instead I study the killer. He looks young, but from the way he carries himself I feel as if he must be older. In a nice suit, which was obviously made for him, he is extremely handsome. The uncaring expression on his child like face tells me this is something he has done many times before, something that should disturb me more than is does. Just as he is about to stand up he pauses, his eyes not really focused on anything. I resist the urge to scream as he tilts his head and his cat like eyes find me. “Hello there baby girl,” The cat man purrs with a threating yet attractive smile.



“Every lady want a piece of me” ~ Mark — indeed they do but first let’s take a look at his fashion.

So I know I literally just did a post on BamBam, but bear with me [I’ll get round to other groups too. Promise]. Mark’s style is very consistent but I think it shows that Mark is okay with who he is and he’s not changing. They say fashion is meant to represent us, right? I think Mark’s fashion speaks for his personality well. It shows how unchanging he is as a person. It’s comfortable and relaxed which is something that Mark always opts to wear during interviews and fansigns. I think a reason for this is primarily due to the fact that he’s GOT7′s high flyer, so he needs clothes that will allow him to move.

Mark’s style [at least to me] is a mixture of both LA and Korea. Korea seems to style it’s HipHop artists in black with bandanas and snapbacks etc. And you can clearly see that inspiration in Mark’s fashion. He enjoys wearing black, as it’s easy to match with everything, and when he’s out and about he often wears a beanie/snapback to hide his hair so he doesn’t have to style it in a particular way. However saying this, the cuts and style of clothing that Mark often chooses to wear is in more the LA style. Mark also uses layer, often wearing t-shirts with flannels and then jackets which is something that has been inspired by LA fashion.

From what I can tell, since GOT7′s “니가 하면” era, Mark’s been exploring fashion a little bit further. At least in the shoe department. Primarily, he would often wear sneakers [i.e. converse, puma, nike etc.] but since then he’s worn a variety of different kinds, from Dr. Martens low cut shoes, to the new high top style that has been seen on many idols [including Jackson, basically the whole of Monsta X with ‘All In’ as well as EXO during their ‘Monster’ comeback.] I’m enjoying Mark venturing out a bit and trying out different colours asides black as well.

During his Fly promotions, Mark wore a light pink/beige oversized jumper with those high top Dr Martens, and he looked very stylish, but also comfortable. I hope he sticks to this new colour fad, as the boy really suits other colours too. Up until then [excluding the promotions for ‘Just Right’] I’d only seen Mark in black, white and red. Now with Fly, we’re getting to see him with unconventional colours such as yellow, orange and pink. However looking at GOT7′s newly released videos, it seems that Mark is reverting back to his black t-shirts and jackets.

To take inspiration from Mark, I think we all need to remember that we stay true to who we are. Wear what you wanna wear because then it shows who you are. Mark wears clothes that he finds comfortable and his laid back LA[ish] style is who he is as a person and he’s okay with that. So find yourself, and wear what you wanna wear, don’t let others tell you otherwise. 

So just a few days ago I decided to boot up Journey again so I could try getting some of the achievements I still didn’t have yet (Most of them having to do with staying with a companion for the majority of the game and meditating together and ect.)

Hoping to meet up with someone early on, I was just messing around during the bridge level collecting all of the optional symbols when I saw another white robe chirping and flying incredibly high near the top of the sand waterfalls before we met up together. He guided me to a wall near the Glyph in the area and we both managed to clip through the wall and flew high into the air together until we reached the top of the level overall.

We continued doing this together throughout every level. Flying higher than the sand waterfalls in the Bridge level. Clipping through the towers in the pink sands. Even after reaching the bottom of the hill in the Descent chapter, we clipped through another wall and flew all the way back up until we reached the top of the level and slid down the hill all over again. Doing this, we both managed to skip the Underground and The Mountain in their entirety.
Eventually, we finally made it to the top of the mountain and the end of our Journey together. We drew hearts together in the snow and chirped to no end. I didnt want to let go, and could tell that he didn’t want to either. We actually managed to spend at least 5 full hours nonstop of exploring the world out of bounds together, and it simply wasn’t a bond I was ready to break. 

Before we ventured onwards however, he drew an arrow in the snow and we walked back to the edge of the mountain cliff and both decided we were going to reach the top of the mountain together. And we did. Even after hours of flying above the world, we did something I still didn’t think was possible. But we had broken the sky line and went too high into the sky. 

My screen was completely white. I couldn’t see him anymore and the chirps we both made couldn’t be seen either. I had lost him. My screen remained white for a full ten minutes as I frantically ran around attempting to find anything I could see that could lead me back to the map. Somehow as it turns out, I ended up in the bottom of the world, and at the start of the Summit again. I flew back to the top of the mountain as fast as I could, hoping that he was still there and he was. He waited for me for nearly half an hour. And side by side, we finally finished our journey together.

And while I know this wasn’t how the game was intended to be played and would even be potentially damaging to someone who had yet to play through it fully a few times before hand; Honestly to me, it meant that we shared something together that could never be replicated again. I’m so glad this game has such a wonderful community around it. Thank you, Journey.

(Sorry for rambling on this submission) 

anonymous asked:

little!ja//ck being really sick with the flu or something and ma//rk has to take care of him, which is hard because ja//ck hates being sick and still wants to do stuff, play with his blocks and run around playing tag and just being his usual energetic self, so ma//rk has to force him to sit still and take his bottle and rest and just not be all over the place like he normally is! 💘


little jack insisting he’s okay, squirming as mark tries to get him to stay put in bed. his fever still high, his nose stuffy, his coughing growing worse by the second.

“daddy’s gonna get your medicine and bottle, stay put, okay? maybe after we can cuddle up with your favorite movie.”

“okay,” jack replies, waiting for the door to close. he immediately springs out of bed to his toys, picking up his toy airplanes to fly around. jumping on the bed and running around his bedroom, making little “woosh!!” noises as he does.

“i no sick, sammy!!” he says, leaning down to grab his se//pti//c ey//e sam and resume his jumping, “i feel fine!! daddy’s bowing!! wan’ have fun!!”

jack stops, his jumping causing his coughing to act up again. making poor little jack fall to his knees on the (surprisingly sturdy) bed. coughing long and hard.

the door opens, mark seeing the mess of toys and plushies around the room, a guilty jack sitting on the edge of the bed.

“this is why we can’t play when sick, jack. you don’t like coughing up your lungs, do you baby?”

“n-no, daddy,” jack stutters out, finally settling down. the coughing not as hard as before.

“cmon, let’s get you your medicine.”

jack taking the medicine, wincing as he swallows, “tastes bad!! no likey!!”

“sssh, that’s why i have the bottle. just drink up and that yucky medicine taste will be gone,” mark coos. jack situating himself on his lap, mark guiding the bottle to his lips and watching him drink down the milk. adorable little noises and suckling coming from jack as mark cradles him.

and of course little jack learning his lesson and staying put in bed. ❤️


Random Characters Best Quotes  »  Zeke | Ezekiel Figuero

“Uh, I wrote a speech… But who’s got time for all that, right? So, I’m gonna just riff this. The – The super-cool Persian poet Rumi once wrote: “Where there’s ruin, there’s hope for a treasure.” Now, the other day I was up on 183rd, and this rich lady called it “taki,” man. But I talked to my man Tracy from 168th. And he said, “Listen for the voice of the ghetto.” ‘Cause it crashes down on you when you least expect it. Even from the cats that stay high… on 149th Street. Now, I could daze. Or doze off, or talk about the comets in the sky. Or how quick they fly by. Or I could listen. And say, we’re a team. And as a crew or a squad… we work together like Moses did… to help his people.”


“You’ll finally be able to find yourself.”

And that’s exactly what she planned on doing. Ramona had landed the coolest job anyone could get, and it so happened to also be her dream job… But it was strictly professional, right?

It’s never strictly professional in this business.

Chapter 5: Mile High

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Warnings: Asthma attack! Like one swear word
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader
Summary: You get an asthma attack in the middle of a hunt
Readers Age: Any
Word Count: 1027

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: This took a bigger turn than I expected but I still like it so.. Enjoy!

You were sitting on your bed doing stuff on your laptop, your earphones were in which explains why you didn’t hear a knock at your door. It opened to reveal Sam coming in, “Hey, we got a case, you in?” He asked as he leaned against the door frame.

You took one earbud out, “Uh, yeah, when are we leaving?” You asked whilst closing your laptop and sitting up.

“I’m a few minutes so get ready.” Sam instructed before flashing you a smile and shutting your door. You hopped off your bed and got ready.

You were all ready, you made sure to pack your inhaler in your bag. Even though you have asthma it doesn’t stop you from hunting, as long as you have an inhaler with you, you’re good.

You swung your bag over your shoulder and headed out into the halls of the bunker.

You walked into the main room where your brothers were waiting, “Ready?” Dean asked, you nodded, “Got your inhaler?”

“Yep, in my bag and there’s one in the car.” You told him.

“Good, let’s go.” Dean responded, placing a hand on your back and leading you out, Sam close behind.

You all got to the motel you were going to be staying at, you all got out and went in, you threw your bag onto the bed and collapsed next to it. “Why can’t we just fly to these places? Oh, that’s right, Dean can’t get over a little fear of heights.” You snarked, staring at the ceiling.

Dean shot you a bitch-face, “I’m not scared of heights, I just don’t prefer being really high in a metal tube that could come crashing down to the ground.” Dean defended.

Your eyebrows furrowed together, “But you’re not scared of Satan himself?” You lifted your head up to look at him, he rolled his eyes and walked into the bathroom.

You laid your head back down and stared at the ceiling once again, “Hey, it’s not break time yet.” Sam said as he dropped your laptop onto your stomach, causing you to yelp and shoot up. You sat up and opened your laptop.

“So what are we looking for?” You asked as you leaned against the headboard.

“We think it’s just some demons, so just research for some abandoned buildings.” Sam instructed as he took a seat at the table, you did as you were told.

You and your brothers concluded that the demons were hiding in a cabin in the woods, Dean drove into the woods and stopped a little ways before the cabin. You all got out and went to the trunk of the Impala, “Okay, Sam you go around back, Y/N you’re with me.” Dean ordered, handing you your demon blade and an angel blade to Sam.

Sam went around to the back of the cabin and you followed Dean. You both got to the front of the cabin, Dean cautiously opened the door and went in, you followed. Dean motioned with his hand for you to go right, you did, Dean went to the left.

You were turning a corner when you ran into someone, you instantly went to stab them when they grabbed your arm, “Shh.” It was Sam, he held a finger to his lips, you nodded and he released your arm.

Dean turned the corner to find you two, “Find anything?” Dean whispered, you and Sam both shook your heads from side to side.

You heard a floorboard creak, causing you three all to get ready to fight and see who did it. There were so many demons, more than you could count. Sam pushed you behind him, “We can’t take them all.” You whispered.

“I know.” Dean chimed in.

“So, what’s the plan?” You asked.

There was silence for a moment before one of the demons took a step closer, “Run!” Dean yelled, Sam turned around and grabbed your arm, leading you out the door.

You all got out but you could hear the pounding footsteps of the demons behind you, Sam let go of you and was a little ahead of you when your chest began to hurt. It felt as if the oxygen was getting sucked out of your lungs, your chest began to tighten, you started wheezing and slowing down. You stopped and placed a hand to your chest, you could hear the demons getting closer, you couldn’t breath. You collapsed to the ground, you searched your pockets frantically looking for your inhaler, until you remembered it was still in your bag.

You tried calling for your brothers but nothing came out, you saw Sam’s head turn to see if you were still behind him. Once he realized you weren’t he yelled for Dean and started running towards you. You tried catching your breath but couldn’t, you started getting dizzy. You felt Sam scoop you up, Dean killed a few demons that were about to grab you.

Sam carried you bridal style, he ran as fast as he could, Dean close behind him. “It’s alright, Y/N, just breathe.” Sam said, trying to catch his breath as well.

Everything started blurring together, next thing you knew, you were in the Impala, leaning against Sam. “Hey, hey, look at me. Dean find the damn inhaler!” Sam yelled, Dean was driving away from the demons while searching your bag for your inhaler.

“Front… Pocket.” You said, your voice raspy and barely understandable, but Dean understood. Finally he found your inhaler, he tossed it to Sam and Sam put it in your mouth.

“One, two, three, breath in.” Once Sam said that you took a big breath in and instantly felt relieved. You could finally breathe, you melted into Sam’s arms, he didn’t mind. Sam focused on getting his breathing steady, “Okay, focus on my breathing, alright?” Sam instructed, your head was resting on his chest. You felt his chest go up and down, you tried matching it.

You got your breathing under control, “She okay?” Dean asked, still shaken up from the whole situation.

“Yeah, she’s fine.” Sam responded, mainly to reassure himself, you closed your eyes and fell asleep in your brothers arms.

Requested by @grandmasnewdog:
“I don’t know if you already wrote this, but could you do an imagine where the reader has really bad asthma and she has and asthma attack during a hunt and the boys freak out and fluff and stuff :)))”

I hope y'all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!

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more headcanons from california

@upthrust-the-volume and I made these in our skype chat so here we go:

So in California (or at least LA) we have these painted angels

And they are just everywhere. Like they aren’t the same design either, each one is different. But they are all in important landmarks around California, like there’s one by the pier and one in a farmer’s market. So killjoys using these angels as a guide to where they are, basically as universal landmarks because they all have different designs. As you get closer to the city they would be more and more destroyed but out in zones 3-6 they would have streamers and other decorations around them.

other little things not many people know about CA:
-like the fact that once you are out of the valley there is no chance of a tsunami hitting you
-or that the mountains have natural water and fruits (killjoys living there who sell it)
-there’s a plant that makes soap when mixed with water
-the redwood trees that go so high up
-the fact that the whole state is slowly becoming an island
-the fact that there are more then just cacti in the desert
-the ocean being freezing cold no matter the weather
-it snows in the mountains

many people keep telling me to talk about the Santa Ana winds so here we go:
The winds are seen as bad luck in the zones, as not only the sand gets stirred but so do emotions. Fights would break out between families and friends, everyone can’t be trusted, it’s chaos. Many children are told to stay inside because “the witch is flying tonight and she’s stirring more then sand, so if you don’t want to wake up with a knife in your back you’ll stay inside and be quiet” 

another thing is earthquakes:
earthquakes aren’t a big deal for people living in LA cause we are used to them but Bat City would have stabilizers to prevent damage from the earthquakes. This causes new killjoys to freak out when the ground shakes. Scavengers picking through an abandoned building and suddenly the ground starts shaking and the building comes down not to mention
killjoys having to start over when their shelter collapses around them. BL/Ind would use earthquake season to capture killjoys who have lost everything due to faulty houses.

Then there’s the fires, now the fires happen and that’s bad but after the fires comes the mudslides and flash floods. In California the under-bush and bush serves an important role: keeping the dirt stable. When those bushes get burned and the ground is unstable, the next rain is deadly. Mud would be everywhere and could seriously cause some damage with the weight and force it brings.

Neutrals would live in the coastal towns, it’s more peaceful but they still would have to handle riptides and potential tsunamis. Some might even live on Catalina Island.

Basically California looks nice but is hell without proper shelter.

Stay Stay Stay - Luke Hemmings Imagine

I got a request to write this a while ago and I heard this song today and was instantly reminded! I think this song is adorable and I knew it had to be no other than Lucas. Sorry it’s kinda short!

“I do not understand why we’re having an argument right now” Luke said, shoving some more of his sandwich in his mouth as you paced around the kitchen. “Because you don’t even care what I have to say! If the curtains don’t match the couches the entire room will look awful. I really need your opinion on this!” you said, looking at multiple color swatches for the couch you were buying and comparing them to the curtains displayed on your phone. “Babe…it’ll look fine. Do whatever you think is best” he mumbled. “It almost feels like I’m decorating my own apartment! I don’t even need you here, it’s fine!” you yelled. Luke chuckled slightly, “You’re being so ridiculous”. You were furious with him. “Okay, Luke, have fun designing your own apartment” you said as you threw your phone, not really aiming for anything. You spent the rest of the night in your room and refused to talk to Luke when he came in. The next morning when he walked in to the kitchen you were sitting at the table waiting. “We need to talk” you said, after he’d grabbed a bowl of cereal. Luke got up and walked out of the room. You grew concerned as to where he was going and what he was doing. He came back wearing his old high school football helmet. “Okay, let’s talk. Can’t risk getting hit by another flying phone” he said. You rolled your eyes and he removed the helmet. “I know what said last night but…please stay. I’ve loved you for quite some time” you said, moving closer to where he was standing. “I’m sorry babe, I know you’re completely serious but I think it’s funny when you’re mad. It’s just so cute, your face gets really red” he smiled and wrapped his arms around you. “I love you…because you’ve honestly just given me no choice. I’ve got to stay” you smiled, he kissed your nose in response. “I know you’ve dated douches before and I don’t ever want to be like them and take everything out on you. I just focus on how cute you are when you’re mad” he laughed. “Well, no one else is gonna love me when I get mad so…we should both stay” you said, kissing his lips.

ransom and holster go on a cross country road trip after graduation. they take turns driving and picking the music. they skip the big attractions and instead stop at all the tourist traps they see. ransom wears aviator sunglasses, and holster makes fun of him (he buys some at a rest stop after complaining about the sun too much, ransom says nothing). sometimes they talk for hours, about everything and nothing. sometimes they sit in silence and watch the road fly by. holster insists on using a map instead of a gps they get lost twenty four times. somewhere in washington, a week later, they get out of the car and walk to the edge of the cliff. the pacific ocean is in front of them. they high-five, both a “we did it” and an “i’m not going to forget you” and an “i love you” all in one. ransom lays his head on holsters shoulder as they look at the water. they’re both crying, they both stay quiet. after a few minutes, they get in the car, turn around, and head home.

Betrayal (Oswald Cobblepot x Reader)

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Story set quite at the end of Season 2

Warnings: Sexual Content/Adult Situations, Threat/Death Threat, Arguments, Slight Violence, Angst, Hurt, Vaginal Fingering, Desperate Oswald

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Jurassic World for those too scared to go  (TOTAL SPOILERS)
  • Chris Pratt: [Sassmeister extraordinare, shouts at raptors for roaring at him]
  • Raptors: [Have secret crushes on him, probably]
  • Everyone: [Has a secret crush on Chris Pratt]
  • Baddie: Hey, let's turn these raptors into soldiers, we would win all the wars ever!
  • Chris Pratt: WTF? They're DINOSAURS!! You can't put Blue in khaki anyway, she'd clash with herself.
  • Baddie: I still say it's a good idea.
  • Chris Pratt: Will someone get this idiot out of my raptor pen please and thank.
  • Bryce Dallas Howard: So yeah we've developed a new dinosaur.
  • Chris Pratt: Excuse me?
  • Bryce Dallas Howard: It's big. And scary. Come see.
  • Chris Pratt: This is legit a bad idea.
  • Bryce Dallas Howard: Shit son where'd the dino go?
  • Chris Pratt: WTF how did you let it escape?
  • Bryce Dallas Howard: I dunno man, don't shout at me! I'm just the finance manager! I actually have no plot-based need to be here!
  • Chris Pratt: Well listen, love, I'm the hero, I'll go check it out.
  • Chris Pratt: [goes into big scary dino pen with a couple of other guys, both probably named Oh You KNOW He Dead]
  • Dino: [Eats everyone except Chris Pratt]
  • Chris Pratt: [Is hot, tough, badass and generally amazing and hot and did I mention he's pretty damn hot in this film?]
  • Baddie: Y'know what'd help with this dino problem?
  • Chris Pratt: Wut?
  • Baddie: If we sent the raptors after it!!
  • Chris Pratt: WTF!!! You can't solve a dino outbreak with MORE dinos!! Did you not SEE the last three films??!?!!?!
  • Baddie: Bring on the raptors!!
  • Chris Pratt: You can't -
  • Baddie: Raptors
  • Chris Pratt: Have you not considered -
  • Baddie: RAPTORS
  • Chris Pratt: Fine, just don't kill them.
  • Raptors: Let's go get the dino!
  • Dino: Hahahahahaha NO.
  • Raptors: MUMMY!!!!
  • Everyone: Aaaaahhhhh FUCK.
  • Raptors: WE WILL EAT YOU NOW!
  • Chris Pratt: Nuh-huh, I'mma smoulder at you till you give in.
  • Raptors: Shit son. No. Not that.
  • Chris Pratt: Here comes the smoulder!
  • Raptors: WE WILL RESIST!!
  • Raptors:
  • Raptors: Goddammit.
  • Dino: C'mon guys, let's eat these things!
  • Raptors: Nuh-UH!!!!!!!! [pounce on Dino]
  • Bryce Dallas Howard: Y'know what we need right now? MORE THINGS THAT CAN KILL US.
  • T-Rex: Waddup bitch, heard you were talkin' shit.
  • Dino: WTF
  • T-Rex: Pretty sure you know I'm the most badass motherfucker in Dinoland.
  • Dino: Sssshyeah! You WERE, Old Man!!!
  • T-Rex: That is IT!! I'm gonna MESS. YOU. UP!!!
  • Raptors: We will help, T-Rex!! Fear not buddy!
  • Dino: No way man, I trusted you! We're family!!!
  • Raptors: Nobody fucks with our Chris Pratt.
  • Mososaurus: Ooooooh!!!! LUNCH!!!!! Ommmmnomnomnomnomnonnonmnom.....
  • T-Rex:
  • Raptors:
  • Chris Pratt: Well. That was unexpected.
  • T-Rex: Thanks guys
  • Raptors: No problem, bro. High three!
  • T-Rex: I can't man, it's these little arms!!
  • Raptors: Okay, man. Stay safe out there! Love you!
  • T-Rex: Call me!
  • Raptors: Cool beans!
  • Raptors: Hey, so Chris Pratt - wanna get a soda?
  • Chris Pratt: Dudes, you go fly free. And don't eat people.
  • Raptors: You got it, big guy.
  • Bryce Dallas Howard: So what do we do now?
  • Chris Pratt: We should stay together. For survival.
  • [copious eye fucking]
  • T-Rex: Here I come for the big-money final roar.... Raarrrr!!! RAARRRRR!!!!!
  • [THE END]

calzonasbabe  asked:

Prompt: Maggie meets Alex's new girlfriend and gets really jealous

Maggie had bought this on herself. She knew that. It was the harsh truth of it all, and it was about to bite her in the ass. Alex had kissed her and she´d pulled away, the burning bright of Alex´s eyes shining at her, and even as Maggie´s lips tingled, pushing for more, she´d turned her down.
And felt her own heart shatter a little inside her ribs as Alex had walked away, her face starting to fall right as she turned away.
She´d said no for Alex´s sake. Maggie couldn´t hold a relationship together. She´d proven that time and time again. She had a messy trail of pieces of broken hearts behind her–some of them her own–and she had no intention of adding Alex´s to that list. Not Alex. Alex was everything.
So Maggie pulled her back in with words of friendship and, slowly, they´d built that back up again. Maggie would have Alex Danvers in life as a friend, even if she couldn´t have her how she really craved. And Alex would move on and be fine- better than fine, really.
And it had been great, for awhile. Maggie continued to lose at pool, and they followed the steps of an Alien organisation and tried to hunt them down before they became the hunted. Alex and she were streamlined, moving side by side like they´d been partners for years.
And little by little, Maggie felt herself fall apart and build back up. Maggie, who had never needed a partner. Who worked alone. Maggie, who held people at bay with a sliver of space, never letting them come too close. Maggie, who didn´t fall head over heels, especially for newly out girls who were allergic to the word lesbian. Or bi. Or queer. She didn´t do that.
None of it.
So it was entirely her fault that she was standing here, shaking hands with Alex´s girlfriend. Who was a knock out. Stunning. Curls and curls of hair and flawless skin. Piercing eyes and an easy, curling smile.
And, worse, she was funny. And nice.
“First rounds on me,” she said with a wink.
Maggie wanted to throw her pool cue after her. Maybe she´d hit her perfectly sculpted ass.
Alex turned to her, eyes bright and colour high in her cheeks. Maggie could have been the cause of that. All those reasons she had seemed to echo with a clang in her head now. Months past turning Alex down and the tables had flipped, Maggie losing her words and her heart racing in her chest as Alex stared across the pool table at her, grinning.
“How great is she?”
Maggie made herself smile. Her cheeks hurt. “Oh, she´s just great.”
Alex didn´t seem to notice she gritted it out.
And maybe she could have gotten over it. Ignored the ugly curl of jealousy in the pit of her stomach, but she started to see Alex less and less.
“Sorry,” Alex breathed into the phone. “I´m meeting Sam for coffee.”
“No problem.” Maggie said, every time.
“Sam,” she’d spit later, her fist slamming into the punching bag. “I’ll get the next round!” She mimicked, her voice high and mocking, a roundhouse kick flying. “No, you stay here, I’ll go save orphans and foster puppies.”
And then guilt always followed, because stupid Sam was stupid lovely.
Alex often invited her along.
“Hey, we’re at the bar tonight.” Maggie would try not to sigh. ‘We’. “Why don’t you join?”
And because she was a masochist, as well as a borderline sociopath, apparently, she’d go some of the times. Mostly, because she just wanted to see Alex. Instead, she´d watch them smile at each other and move around each other’s space, easy and comfortable. Sam’s hand would fall on Alex’s knee, and Alex wouldn’t bat an eye.
Maggie would hold her glass so tight, she thought it was going to shatter.
There was lipstick on Alex’s neck one night, and Maggie almost felt ill.
She’d thought more than she should have, of her lips on Alex’s neck and the sounds she’d make as she panted in Maggie’s ear.
“She´s just so great, Alex.”
She reaffirmed it, every time.
Then one night, Maggie went to the bathroom, her heart in her throat. Alex had laughed at a joke Sam had made, the sound full of delight and Maggie just needed some air, a moment away to pull herself together to then go back and pretend to be happy for Alex.
Because she was. She wanted Alex happy. That’s all she wanted.
She’d just thought she wanted Alex happy, separate from her.
But it turns out Maggie wanted Alex happy with Maggie.
She splashed water on her wrists and stared at her reflection. She narrowed her eyes at herself. She really needed to pull herself together. She could do this. She´d get past this.
The door creaked open and Maggie turned to awkwardly sidle past whoever had come in, but instead turned and came face to face with those eyes that were so soft and full of something Maggie had never had a word for.
“Alex,” she breathed.
“Maggie.” Alex cocked her head, her arms crossed. “Are you okay?”
Maggie swallowed. And took a deep breath, ‘yes’ armed and ready on her tongue. Instead, though, what fell out was, “No.”
She stepped forward, her heart going crazy in her chest, and tugged on Alex’s shirt, tugging her forward so they fell into each other. Her hands slipped up and into Alex’s hair, pushing up on her tiptoes to crash her lips to hers.
It went on too long.
But that’s what made it so fantastic.
It went on so long, because Alex kissed her back, after a second of stiffened surprise. Nails bit into the back of Maggie’s neck, scraping with a tinge of desperation. She arched into Alex at the sharp sensation, and Alex breathed a throaty moan into her mouth, a gift for Maggie to keep with her for later. The warmth of Alex’s tongue slipped past her lips and Maggie wanted, then, to do this forever.
And then Alex had pulled back, her mouth open in shock, cheeks pink and lips kissed red.
And Maggie tried to give her something then. To take the blame. But this was why Maggie should have steered completely clear. Already, Alex’s eyes were welling up, her girlfriend just outside the door, a presence that pressed into the room.
Maggie broke people. She´d always known that was what she´d do.
“I’m so sorry, Alex.”
And she fled, the door slamming shut behind her and in ten long strides, the cold air outside the bar slapping at her overheated cheeks.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Amy tells Owen when she visited Derek in Seattle for the first time (7x03) and she brought a guy with a brain tumor she met on the airplane; Owen is a little bit jealous! Maybe something fluff!

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“So Maggie literally gave him a chest tube in the supermarket?”

Amelia stood shooting her sister-in-law a curious look as she updated a patient’s chart at the nurse’s station. Meredith grinned and nodded from behind the nurse’s station.

“Badass.” commented Amelia as she felt a familiar hand snake up on her back and leaned and turned to feel Owen’s grip on her waist. She shot her husband a grin as she placed the tablet down

Owen shot her a confused look at her commentary, as she leaned back slightly. She hated PDA, detested it actually. But she couldn’t help but melt a little at the smallest of touches from Owen.

“Maggie gave a guy a chest tube in the supermarket this morning. With a straw.” explained Amelia.

Owen raised his eyebrows clearly impressed, as he nodded. Meredith looked up at him putting her tablet down.

“Owen’s trach with a pen was pretty cool though too.”

Amelia turned, looking at Owen in somewhat of disbelief as he nodded to confirm it. She patted him on the shoulder as she turned back around.

“Also very badass. Maybe I need to go to a baseball game and wait for someone to get hit.”

Owen chuckled at his wife’s lack of filter, as he reached for a tablet to update. Amelia shrugged at her boldness.

“Well you did bring Derek that tumor from your mile-high club moment.”

Almost as soon as the words left Meredith’s mouth, Amelia was shaking her head adamantly at her, as Owen looked up at her. Meredith’s eyes widened as she realized what she’d done.

“I’m going to go now.”

Meredith practically darted away from the nurse’s station, bumping into Maggie who she promptly dragged with her. Owen continued to look at Amelia, his eyes staring at her for a response. She knew he was pissed that she hadn’t divulged this past experience, she could tell. The tips of his ears were turning red, a tell tale sign on his fair skin that he was getting annoyed.

“Okay she exaggerated that story slightly. I did bring Derek a guy with a tumor. And I did meet him on the plane.”

“How’d you know he had a tumor?” questioned Owen.

Owen watched as she shifted in her spot, clearly uncomfortable with the question. She looked at her sneakers, before distractedly pulling at the invisible fuzz on her scrubs.

“Amelia? How’d you know?” he prodded again.

Amelia let out a frustrated sigh as she looked back up, actually looking at Owen as he looked at expectedly, clearly waiting for a response.

“His hands.”

Owen put the tablet back on the counter as Amelia stepped forward touching his arm. He shifted away from her slightly, as she looked at him, her eyes pleading.

“I just need a few minutes. To get rid of the image of some random guy on a plane feeling you up.”

Amelia narrowed her eyes in frustration as he turned and walked away from her. She handed the tablet back to the waiting nurse, frustratingly as she watched Owen disappear down the hallway.

“Thanks Mere.”


Amelia sat in the kitchen, pushing around the salad in the bowl in front of her. She heard the garage door adjacent to the kitchen open and looked up right as Owen walked in. Her gaze shifted back down to her salad, as she anxiously tugged at her long sleeve t-shirt.

She remained silent as Owen took of his leather jacket, throwing it over the chair. He went and filled up a glass with water, sipping on it near the sink as he looked at Amelia who was still staring at the bowl in front of her. He hated how small she looked with her body curled in like that. How he just wanted to wrap her in his arms and protect her from the world.

“I’m sorry for running off.” he huffed out with sigh. He watched as her blue eyes looked up from her dinner to him. “I probably could’ve reacted better to that.”

Amelia nodded, gaze still remaining at her salad as she shoved a forkful of lettuce in her mouth to prevent her from talking. Owen knew she wasn’t caving easily so he walked around the island and stood next to her.

“I am sorry.”

“You should be. You didn’t even give me a chance to explain myself.”

“You’re right. But what was there to explain? What were you going to do give me the details?” he questioned.

He knew he probably could’ve answered that more eloquently as Amelia shot him another look. She swiftly got up, depositing the remainder of her dinner in the trash before moving to rinse out the bowl.

“But I shouldn’t have reacted like that. So I’m sorry.”

Amelia turned back him, hearing the sincerity. She pushed the basket of dirty laundry with her foot around to him, indicating he could make it up to her by taking care of that.

“Yeah well maybe now you know how I feel every time someone mentions something about you and Cristina.”

Owen opened his mouth to respond, but promptly shut it realizing she did have a point. Cristina and Owen’s relationship had practically been centered around the hospital, meaning that a lot of the staff knew much more than they should. It also didn’t help the whispers of anyone trying to stir the pot for the newly married couple.

“Look. There are a lot of things I’ve done. Some I’m proud of and others I’d rather forget. But a lot of the best things I’m getting to do for the first time, I’m getting to do with you. Like buying a house and living in it.” she emphasized as she gestured to the space around him. “And I know you’ve tossed around the term wife, but you’ve never gotten to do it with me. And I get to say my husband.”

Owen nodded as she walked around the laundry basket slipping into his arms. She felt against his hands fingering the ring on his finger as she placed a kiss on his hand before he pulled her in for a soft kiss. She stayed with her nose pressed against his, as they pulled apart.

“So you’re a member of the mile high club huh?” he quipped.

Amelia chuckled in response as she nodded, her cheeks reddening at the memory.  He smirked at her, her arms slipping around his neck.

“Well I’m not. So next time we fly somewhere you might have to cash in your membership.”

“Deal.” she agreed as she sealed it with a kiss. “You know what I’m not a member of? The “Done it on a laundry machine with my husband” club.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at her, before scooping her up, her squeals echoing in the house.  She laughed as he retreated and bent down so Amelia could grab the basket of laundry to balance in her arms.

He was her husband. She was his wife. This was their home and there were many firsts to come.



so I have finally reached 1K followers (*screaming crying happy dancing*) after like a billion years so I thought I would make a post like this. unfortunately, I can’t follow anyone because thefaketeam is a side-blog and on my regular blog (minimsrachelberry) I barely follow anyone (and most of those blogs are marina/lana fanblogs, lol). I decided I’d do something different and do a “YOU SHOULD FOLLOW THESE PEOPLE JUST BECAUSE.” not quite as catchy as a “follow forever” but oh well.

Warning: this is a long-ass post because I have lots of great followers. (AND P.S. THIS POST TOOK A LONG-ASS TIME TO MAKE.)

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Domestic AU 12 Moriel

12: Having to put up holiday decorations together after a big fight.

The house was quiet. Quieter than it usually was with a boyfriend that’s really shy and only talks every once in awhile to his own girlfriend.

Mor walked out of the basement, boxes in her hand with Christmas decorations in them. Azriel followed behind, his face looking forlorn as he tried to think of something to say to Mor.

They had just had a fight. After Azriel had been staying overtime at work for the past week, Mor had had enough. She was expecting an enjoyable day today, given that tomorrow is Christmas Eve, but Azriel had stayed overtime again. The moment he walked in through the door, they were arguing. 

But Mor was adamant. She wanted to decorate the house regardless of the fight. She had been waiting far too long for this. So she started taking out the decor and Az just followed through. 

She started taking out the the Christmas tree decorations from the dusty boxes, the tree already set up from days before. Once she was done with one box, she quickly turned on the stereo to get rid of the harsh silence before starting on the next box. Azriel did exactly the same. 

One of Mor’s favorite song started to play and she swayed with the beat. She picked up the different decors that were scattered over the ground and started hanging them on the tree branches.

Azriel watched from behind, his face fallen while he carefully took out the decorations. He didn’t want to tell Mor the truth why he was working late all week. It was nearing Christmas and Az wanted to buy Mor a ring. An engagement ring exactly. It was true he had a great job but he still needed some extra money from that. But he had to work extra to earn up for the ring she wanted. He had finally earned enough yesterday and bought it hours ago. 

He wanted to explain to her, to tell her to trust him but he understood her point of view. He had been staying late until Mor barely saw him and, if that had happened to him, he’d be annoyed all the same. 

He watched as Mor swayed to her favorite song on the stereo, her glowing blonde hair swaying with her body. 

I should propose now, he thought. Surely, she would understand. 

He shook his head, Don’t be ridiculous, Azriel.

But he couldn’t help it. He was desperate. He wanted his girlfriend back. And to be able to hold her at night again.

He made his decision then. He would propose to her tonight. After she finally decided to listen to him.


Mor stiffened from her movements, turning her head to face him.


Azriel shifted to sit on the couch across the Christmas tree, wringing his wrists nervously.

“Please. Will you listen to my reason?”

Mor stood there warily, not knowing whether to give in or not. He looked nervous, more than when he asked her out and he didn’t want him to feel like she hated him. She might be annoyed but he was still in love with him until the ends of the Earth. 

“Fine,” she whispered out, setting the tree decor that was in her hand on the ground before sitting a few inches away from him.

“I know you probably hate me for-”

“I don’t hate you,” she interrupted, crossing her arms and staring blankly at the tree in front of her. The music on the stereo was still playing softly in the background. 

Azriel shrugged nervously, “Just-I’m sorry for working overtime. I know you know that I wasn’t doing anything else but working. But I understand that you must be annoyed. And I never meant that to happen, Mor. I was just-I was working late cause I was saving up for something. Something important to me and you,” he paused nervously, “I was waiting for this to happen on Christmas day but I didn’t want to wait another night of you sleeping so far away from me. I hate the space between us. The lack of talking and the weird silence in our house.” 

He dropped onto one knee, Mor’s eyes tearing up and her hand flying up to her mouth. He smile warily at her, pulling out the red velvet box from his pocket, “I remember when we were best friends back in high school, way before we were dating. We went to the mall together for lunch and we passed this jewellery store. You kept staring at this ring and, that day, I made sure that I would get it for you one day. So I had been staying late, working so I could get you this. And I finally did. I had never felt excited to ask you. To finally be yours for the rest of my life. So, Morrigan, will you marry me?”

Mor could only nod as she threw herself against Azriel. He stumbled backwards, his laughter sounding throughout the whole room.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she kept repeating against his shirt, tightening her hold around him.

“Mor. It’s fine, beautiful. It’s fine,” he pushed himself up in a sitting position so Mor was on his lap, he set the box beside him and cupped her face. He kissed her lips softly, her arms wrapped itself around his neck. Az pulled away first, taking the ring in his hand and slipping it into her left ring finger.

“Az. It’s perfect,” she cried out, hugging him tightly once more.

“I’m glad you like it,” he wrapped his own arms around her and kissed her head.

“I’m so sorry, Azriel. I love you. I love you. I’m so sorry.”

Azriel buried his face in her hair, a smile on his face, “I love you too, Mor. Let’s just forget about it.”

She shook her head, “How did you even remember I saw this ring?”

“I remember everything,” he laughed.

She smiled, leaning back to face him. 

“I don’t deserve you sometimes.”

He shook his head, “You always deserve me. Don’t say otherwise.”

She nodded with a smile, kissing him once more.

The tree was forgotten for the night.

captain. (pt. II)

summary: sequel to “captain”. after a year’s absence, Nick Fury has assigned you to work a mission with the avengers. you arrive to stark tower unsure of what to expect, or what your ex-love, steve rogers, will say when he sees you.

word count: 4025

trigger warnings: slightly graphic mentions of battle. angst. heartbreak. chaos.

a/n: here it is! the much-anticipated sequel to “captain”, prepare yourselves.

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