whatever i couldn't get enough of her

  • OK BUT PICTURE THIS!!
  • XIBALBA WHO’S ALWAYS BEEN A HANDSOME ANGEL IS SUDDENLY A BURNT TAR SKELETON HE’S ALWAYS BEEN A COCKY AND SMUG RASCAL DON’T EVEN TRY TO TELL ME HE WASN’T SELF-CONSCIOUS!!!
  • AND HE DOESN’T WANT LA MUERTE TO SEE HIM!!!
  • AND LA MUERTE’S SO DEVASTATED SHE JUS T NEEDS TO KNOW HE’S OK BUT HE WON’T LET HER SEE HIM AND IT TRIPS HER OUT SO MUCH THAT AT ONE POINT SHE’S WONDERING IF MAYBE HE HATES HER BECAUSE WHATEVER IT WAS HE DID TO GET BURNT HE DID IT FOR HER!!!
  • THEN THEY FINALLY MEET AGAIN  I DUNNO MAYBE THE CANDLEMAKER’S HAD ENOUGH OF THEIR IDIOCY AND SETS THEM UP OR SOMETHING!!
  • AND XIBALBA’S SELF-CONCIOUS AND ASHAMED AS FRICK AND HE’S SURE SHE’S GOING TO BE GROSSED BY HIS APPAREANCE
  • BUT OF COURSE SHE’S NOT YA BIG DUMMY SHE’S JUST SO HAPPY YOU’RE OK AND YOU DON’T SEEM TO HATE HER!!
  • LA MUERTE TOUCHING HIS BLACKENED SKIN FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!
  • THE FIRST TIME HE MELTS TO HER TOUCH!!
  • !!!!!
  • *tazmanian devil noises*
  • Wiggins: You know Molly and I went on a date, yeah?
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Mmhmm.
  • Wiggins: Dinner, dancing, drinking...walked her home-
  • Sherlock: *angry* Yes, get on with it.
  • Wiggins: I, uh, kissed her.
  • Sherlock: You...you what?
  • Wiggins: *chuckles* It was just a kiss.
  • Sherlock: *jumps out of stool* Dinner was bad enough. Dancing, drinking and kissing? Oh, yes, just kick me whilst I'm down.
  • Wiggins: Whatever...I like her, we've got a lot on common and *shrugs* I couldn't help myself.
  • Sherlock: *mumbles* Sounds like you 'helped yourself' perfectly!
  • Wiggins: *smirking* Problem?
  • Sherlock: *scowling* Why Molly? Of all people, why her?
  • Wiggins: Why not?
  • Sherlock: Because she is...off limits.
  • Wiggins: *fed up* Oh, for God's sake, get a move on; there's only so much I can do. By the way...her lips are really soft and she does this really cool thing with her tongue-
  • Sherlock: GET OUT!

anonymous asked:

Today I learned that when my grandmother worked in a jail up in Utah, she met Ted Bundy and let him out, because he had enough points on his sheet or whatever so they couldn't hold him, and when they let him out the detectives bitched at her because they didn't do their job and needed someone to blame. But they caught him an hour later, and she said he smiled at her and said 'I don't think you'll be able to get me out this time."

That’s frickin’ awesome!

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Dio’s reaction to her pressing her lips to her gem seemed a bit confused, and it occurred to Peridot that perhaps she did not know the meaning to it. She noted that she would tell her later.

As she confirmed that she would, indeed, not tell the cats, she hummed softly, poking the other in the cheek with one of her floating digits. She expected that to be the end of it, but her face lit up as she felt the other press a kiss to her own gem, to which she shuddered slightly, her expression rather embarrassed. “Oh, stop that.~” she murmured.

The green gem pouted as the other told her that she got whatever she wanted. And while that seemed nice enough, it displeased her to a great extent. “Dio, I mean it, I don’t want all the decisions made by just me. I don’t want you to feel like you’re obligated to choose whatever I want. Sometimes I get the feeling you’d let me throw the cats into hyperspace if that’s what I really wanted.” she leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“There are things beyond me, little gem. Don’t let me decide how your life works out.”