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anonymous asked:

hahaha, vax's face in that jealousy comic is great! especially when it's not in focus and he's just panicking in the corner of the frame? you're art is so good!

this is what he gots for being against the idea of leli becoming a divine heh

thank you! you’re very sweet, nonny <3

and ten years on, 
as my daughter asks,
whether I remember
my first love.
I shake my head.
But the light in her eyes
casts shadows
of crescent moons, 
pure sky blue in their shade.
And God they look like yours 
did on rainy days.
—  M.C.E
You’ve Been Poked by Luke Alvez.

AU

Requested by: @weezyonthemoon

“Hey can I request number 50 I am not jealous and 77. "I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” With Luke from criminal minds but Luke being the jealous one and maybe the reader gets mad and ignores him and he starts poking her to get her attention sorry if this was to much also I’m really loving your blog ❤️❤️❤️❤️

A/N: WARNING: DEROGATORY LANGUAGE, NAME CALLING, AND WELL.. FACE SMACK.


Reaching up to the top shelf of he files you feel someone tug your shirt down. “Your tattoo was showing again.” Luke said. “What do you need up there?”

“One of the cold cases.” You say. “The one with the blue tags. And who cares if it’s showing?”

“I do. It’s not work appropriate.”

“It’s a dove, Luke. How is a dove not work appropriate?”

“Because the guys can see it.” Luke said reaching up to grab the file.

“Spencer doesn’t even pay attention to me, Stephen’s married, Rossi’s a little too old to be looking at thirty year old’s exposed waist.”

“But there’s Kevin.”

“Luke, Kevin is with Garcia. If he even looks at me the wrong way Garcia will torture the poor guy.” You say as you walk to your desk. “Why are you thinking the the guys I work with are gonna think some type of way if they see my waist or my tattoo?”

“You’re my girl.”

“Stop being so jealous.”

“I am not jealous.”

“You so are!” You exclaim. “There hasn’t been one day where you haven’t gotten jealous over a guy who get googlie eyed over me.”

“Not true.”

“It is so true, Luke! And it’s really annoying.”

“Well I’m sorry if I want to protect you.”

“Protect me from what? Receiving compliments?”

“But you’re….attractive..”

“Is that a bad thing? A lot of women are attractive. You don’t have to only be single to receive compliments.”

“Just keep your shirt down.”

“You’re really annoying me right now. Leave me and my shirt alone.” You say plopping down into your chair.

“I get possessive of what’s mine.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s just a tattoo!”

“A tattoo that isn’t-”

“Say those two words again and I will give you the silent treatment.”

“You are an FBI agent. You’re supposed to represent Bureau.”

“First off lay off the handbook for once and two just stop judging my tattoo. It’s just a fucking bird, Luke! I’ve had it since I was sixteen!”

“What’s going on out here?” Emily said stepping out of her office.

“Luke’s judging (Y/N) on her tattoo and acting jealous because he thinks guys drool over her exposed waist when her shirt lifts up by accident.” Spencer recited not looking up away from his computer.

“I’m in charge of children..” Emily said rolling her eyes as she walked back into her office. You turn away from Luke and dug into your work. You could hear him roll his chair over to you and you ignored him.

“I’m sorry..” He said leaning on your desk. You kept your eyes trained on the file in front of you and highlighted some words and wrote notes. You had been requested to write a consult for a investigation in Montana. You just wanted to finish the consult so you ignored Luke. “(Y/N)… I’m sorry for being jealous and judging your tattoo. I know it has a special meaning behind it and I’m sorry.” You turned your chair to face to computer to type up your consult. After a few minutes of pestering you, he finally gave up and went back to his work. The rest of the work day not a word was shared between you two.

Your tattoo did have a special meaning behind it. One that was very dear to you. Your served in the armed forces but sadly passed away a few years ago during one his final tours in the Middle East. Growing up you always noticed a dove tattoo on his waist. You asked him one day what it meant and he said it reminded him of the peace that he dreamed of. A peace that one day would unite the world as one. So you decided that when you turned sixteen you would get the same tattoo in the same spot. Underneath dove you added your father’s initials after he died so that his memory would live on with you every day. Luke knew why you had that tattoo but because he got worked up about it made you snap. You ignored people when you were mad because you knew once you said one word you would blow a gasket. So it was easier to give them the silent treatment than makes matters worse by getting mad.

Closing out of your email, you shut off your computer and leaned back in your chair closing your eyes. Feeling a poke on your side you peeked open one eye to see Luke sitting next to you in his chair. “Hi.” He said giving you a small smile.

Originally posted by flarbage

“Stop touching me..” You said moving his away from your body. You felt another poke and you rolled your eyes. “Luke..”

“Speak to me, (Y/N)..”

“Stop poking me… Is that good enough for you?” You say.

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” He said poking you again.

“You’re a child.”

“But I’m your child.”

“Why did I ever say yes to dating you?” You say getting up from your chair and gathering your things.

“Because you love me.” He said poking your stomach. You stare at him before shaking your head. “Come on, please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad.”

“Yes you are.”

“Am not.”

“Are to.” He said poking your stomach again.

“This is not facebook, Luke.” You said shoving his hand away. “Stop poking me!” He grabs your hand pulling you down onto his lap. “Let me go, Luke.” You say trying to wriggle out of his tight hold on you. “Luuuuuke.” You groan. “Let. Me. Go!”

“Nope.” He said leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Lucas Alvez, no PDA at work.” You say pointing at him.

“It’s after hours.” He said.

“Not until both your butts off the premises.” Emily said walking by. “Annoy her at home.”

“Hey can I go home with you tonight?” You ask Emily.

“Not when he’ll be blowing your phone up every minute trying to get your attention.” Emily replied as she pushed her way through the glass doors.

“Already got her attention.” Luke said still holding you in his arms and poking your side.

“Luke!” You exclaim laughing. “You know I’m ticklish there!” You say squirming around in his arms.

“Exactly why I did it.” He kisses your cheek once again as he continues poking you in your ticklish spot.

“Lucas Alvez that it enough.”

“(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), it will never be enough for me.” He laughed before tickling you again.

Originally posted by phototakercrazy





So I changed it a bit from how it was requested because this idea popped into my head and I thought it was cute so I put it in there.

So as always ya lovely daisies please be sure to like, reblog, and leave your feedback. It has been short on this one tonight but I did promise to have soooomething up so I hope you enjoyed this one! :)

Scout, completely drunk: Thank God Sniper doesn’t know I like him
Sniper: You like me?
Scout: No
Scout, to Soldier, sitting right besides Sniper: Thank God Sniper doesn’t know I like him

But do you know what’s absolutely beautiful? Falling in love with the same person over and over again, because it shows that you’re never done with loving them, it shows that you are loving them every second of the day despite everything.
—  The Art of Falling in Love // r.k
Dear, first love.
I do not know how it happened. I couldn’t even tell you when it happened. All I know is that I was completely in love with you but suddenly, it was over and my love started dissipating for you. Please understand, it didn’t just leave. I went through hell and back, not knowing how to deal with the love that you left behind. I thought it was something I’d never be able to get over. I was so overwhelmingly in love with you that I just couldn’t believe that we had no future together anymore and that was hard to swallow because there was a time where I once saw you as my entire future. My mind went astray with the thought of you during cold nights, wishing we were sharing body heat for one last time. It felt as though I’d never be able to erase your name from my memory. But something happened. Like I said, I don’t know when or how, or possibly even why, I just know that it stopped hurting. Your name didn’t feel like a sharp knife embedded into my heart, it faded away like a dull blur that I had trouble remembering. I could drink dark coffee without thinking how your lips tainted that very same mug once before. I was able to pass by the places that hold memories of past us laughing away into the night, with mexican food in our mouth and love in our eyes, with a smile. There was no longer any sadness that used to drain my entire body with heaviness when my thoughts ran through these memories like wildfire. Just an acknowledgement that we were in each other’s lives at one point of time in this universe. I’m no longer sad about us anymore. Truth is, if we were meant to be, we would have been. It’s just a shame that we were lessons rather than the real thing because had we learnt our lessons before meeting each other, we could have been the real thing, you know? The big love that everyone talks about. All of the movies, songs and poems about love; we would have been the epitome of love itself. I truly believe that. But I am happy that we happened. Because I now know how it truly feels to love someone and to have it taken away from you. It’s given me the biggest lessons of my life. I now know when to admit when I’m wrong, how to support someone when they need you to, how to not hold back in love just because you’re scared of the outcome and most importantly, how to love someone without wanting anything in return. Just for the complete sake of loving them.
God, I’m scared. I’ve met someone new and I’m terrified of messing it up. But this time around, I’m not holding back. I have a heart full of love and this time, I’m going to do it right. So thank you for being a part of my life. Thank you for the lessons and thank you for teaching me how to love somebody properly. Goodbye, first love. Hello, my last love (hopefully).
Empathy is the highest level of human interaction and understanding. Lay down the ego, bask only in love. Shut the eyes, see only the soul. Open the mind, let only peace dwell here. Let kindness be the guide, let empathy be the way.
—  k. e.
Voltron retail AU

- lance is the jewelry guy
- he wears dangly blue earrings
- his regular customers are cute old ladies who always think he needs to eat more
-when he’s not attending customers he flirts with the cute dressing room attendant
-Keith is the dressing room attendant
- it’s mostly slow, but he can see the jewelry department from his post
- people ask him for opinions on their outfits
- he’s uncomfortable sharing his fashion advice, but he’s really good at it
- hunk and pidge are markdowns. And backroom. And overnight.
- They pretty much live in the store.
- they have their own secret lingo for the goings on.
- they will drop everything if someone brings in a cute dog
- shiro is the head cashier/coordinator.
- the customers love him. He’s charming and they forget how much they’re spending.
- he organizes breaks and returns
-lance always pesters him about it
- he and allura work well together
-they have their own sign language they use to talk from opposite sides of the store
-they think they’re sly about it (they’re not)
- allura is their favorite manager
- she is scary but treats them well
- she loves setting up fancy feature tables
- matt is security
- when he applied he thought it was tech security. Orientation was awkward
- he actually does really well though
- he blends in wearing regular clothes and his low center gravity is perfect for tackling would be thieves
-Shiro find this hilarious
-the galra are the walmart across the street
-more stuff available. But no morals

Hit Me Like A Ray Of Sun

“Bitty. Holy fuck.”

Bitty’s eyes fly open.

Ransom is only an inch from his face.

“Wake up, Bits.”

Bitty groans and holds onto the blankets but Ransom gets a good grip on them and rips them all off at once.

“Justin Oluransi I swear if you don’t let me sleep I’m never making pie for you again. I mean it. I need my rest. I was up late studying.”

Ransom snorts.

“I was to studying.” He only talked to Jack for ten minutes. Fifteen tops. “And if you don’t let me sleep for the remaining 25 minutes that I am allowed I am taking every single piece of dessert that I make here and bringing it to the LAX house. You’re going to ruin it for everyone.”

“Jeeze,” Ransom says with a roll of his eyes. “So dramatic. Just like your boyfriend.”

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I’m losing my fucking mind over you.
I still love you.
And, without lying to myself, I think I always will.
—  Nicole Torres // excerpt from a book I’ll never write; E.M //
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“You people, incapable of accepting the world as it is,” says the man to whom the world handed everything.