THIS IS SO GREAT

nina-delarosa:

“I…didn’t ask about Shawn. But cool. Is he your boyfriend?” She inquired, snooping a little more than she needed to as usual.

“My band is The Clash,”

“ Ah no hahaha. I bet he wishes.”

“He’s a good mate of mine Plus he’s a hoe soo.. I’d rather not get an STD.” I pause. “ Damn really? I didn’t peg you for that music type.”

Oh,shit.

missrosalyngrace:

A knock interrupts me from an episode of Veronica Mars. I push the pause button a little too aggressively and pad my way over to the door. I open the door, feeling conscious of my polka dot onesie and bunnie slippers. “Hello?” I ask timidly. I look up to see a slightly disheveled woman with dark cropped hair and wicked sleeve tattoos.. 

Oh. It’s my new neighbor.

“ Um uh hey...” I mumble.

Damn it, get it together. “ Is there any chance you got some batteries- and maybe even a lighter?!” I rush to get it out. Ugh I don’t like asking for help.

Knock, knock.

missrosalyngrace:

Well, I have a couple double a batteries, that okay?” I shuffle on my fluffy feet awkwardly. “Want some hot-cocoa?” I offer. “I just made a homemade batch, should probably use the rest up before it gets cold.”

On one hand I applaud myself for being so nice. On the other hand, now have to talk to someone.

“Wha-what? let me clarify. you want me to come in? The sketchy tattooed chick that knocked on your door. I could be a burglar for all you know! I’m not but still, you need to be careful who you let in! On the hot cocoa offer, though. Sure.” I lean on the doorway.

Knock, knock.

After a year of watching CR, the cast’s panels and the Between the Sheets interviews… I think I can safely say that the most important lesson I’ve learned from them is how life-changing it can be to surround yourself with good people.

Surround yourself with people who are open and vocal about how much they love and admire you, who call themselves your biggest fan and who are there to support you through your path to greatness.

Surround yourself with people who enjoy their own interests unapologetically, who genuinely seek for the things that will make them happy and who are not restrained by what people will think of them. 

Surround yourself with people who aren’t afraid to show affection through words or physical gestures, who are shamelessly in love with their special other and who see that their love is a sign of strength, not weakness.

Surround yourself with people with healing energy, people who will listen to you attentively, who will offer a helping hand when the world is falling down around you, who will try their best to understand your struggles.

Surround yourself with people that are loud, who aren’t afraid to exist brightly and colorfully, who laugh and cry and have fun and feel with every fiber of their being. 

Most importantly, though, be that kind of person. Put positive energy into the world and you will find it coming back to you. This group of nerds is just a taste of what unapologetic genuine shameless love can accomplish. And I feel grateful every day for the reminder that there’s someone out there who, when you least expect it, will show up and love you and make life a thousand times better.

@impaladreamer-rps :

" Fine." Sam dragged his hand down his face. It was gonna be a long night.

"Yes!" I leaned up and kissed Sam's cheek. I rushed over to wear my coat was and flung it on. Looking back, no one had moved. Sam was unmoving in his chair, eyes downcast. He seemed to be in deep thought. Beka and Dean on the other hand were to busy making heart eyes at each other. " Would you hurry your lazy asses up. C'mon." I tapped my boot covered foot.

Escapades

@peyton-keating :

“ So I had a thought,” I said grinning from ear to ear. I had a fun plan brewing in my brain. We all needed some time to relax after this recent hunt and this was the perfect way to that.

“ Oh no.” Sam groaned. Her plans always involved something crazy. Last time, they went to a bar and she went shot for shot with Dean. Dean could hold his liquor. She however could not. She decided that grinding on everything that moved was a great. Encouraged when Beka would cheer her on. Both were fuming when I had to drag her away to Baby.

“ I swear it’s a good one this time!” I pouted folding my arms. We needed to have some fun. Them being grumpy be damned.

“ No. Whatever it is. No.” Dean said, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. Having to deal with her and Beka’s drunken escapades was not on his list to do tonight.

“ Beka, back me up here.” I flicked my eyes to you.

“I mean, we’ve been going non-stop for weeks,” Beka said with a twinkle in her eye. She knew it wouldn’t work on Sam, as nothing really did, but Dean could be swayed. “Don’t you think,” she went on, turning her doe eyes to the elder Winchester and biting the corner of her lip, “that we deserve a night off?”

Dean’s eyes twitched with the beginnings of a smile, and Y/N ran with it. “A little whiskey…some good tunes…huh?”

Dean shrugged and looked at Sam. “Maybe.” He was convinced. He needed some R&R, he just didn’t like to admit that his mind could so easily be changed.

nina-delarosa:

Rainbow? Nina touched her cheek, scratching off dried up pieces of magenta. “Oh, nothing really. Just that there’s an obnoxious person laying on the floor in the middle of the hallway breaking down doors,”

“There are kids sleeping you know,” There’s nothing she hates more than obnoxious, stubborn people that don’t do what she says.

I look at her up and down, sizing her up. “Obviously I didn’t fall through the damn door on purpose. If you were smart, you would have realized that I was on the phone and carrying a heavy ass bag up the stairs. Thanks for the help by the way.” I retort.

Oh,shit.

IM SO PROUD

Growth

nina-delarosa:

Shit. She’s done it again. Should she chase after her? Probably not. Disappointed in herself, she went across to Peyton’s room and knocked on the door. “I’m sorry.” There was an awkward silence. “I’ll go now,”

I heard her speak but I was crying ugly tears. I can’t let her see me like this. I say nothing. I get up and shuffle my way over to my bed. “ What a day, If my parents were here they would be laughing at me right about now.” I whimper to myself.

Oh,shit.

When the brain worms are worming, OC’s go through it.

Where Do The Wild Things Go?

December 31, 2021.

Sergeant Jane Doe. Due to your recent behavior. Involving the incident of Trident 994. Your file is being placed under review. We will contact you upon further investigation of said incident, which resulted in the loss of lives of your squadron. You will know our verdict within the month. Until then you’re not permitted to fly, and confined to base barracks. You’re grounded for the duration of this investigation.

Her fist slams into the the wall of her room, now prison. A feral snarl leaving her fresh stitched up-broken lips as her knuckles hit plaster. Her other hand crumples the correspondence letter between blanched fingers.

They clipped her wings. No. They tore them out. Clean political fingers dug deep into the bloody mess of her wings, blood she’d shed in their name. In their service. By the fistful, they pulled, and pulled, and pulled.

The throb of her knuckles, the drip of blood through broken gloves, is non-existent. Not even a steady throb. It wasn’t real.

“They can’t do this!” She rasps, voice trembling. This was all she had. Her use was here, in digging people out of the hell they’ve found themselves in. Grasping arms and pulling them up out of reach of death. Back to safety, back to home. It was not their time, not yet.

“They can’t fucking do this.” Her shoulders begin to shake, dusty near noir hair falling over her face, lungs heaving with an attempt at breath that would not come. Trident 994 was never supposed to happen. All those people. She could have saved them. She knew it, if they had listened.

They had not, and the mantle of death dove in. She did not come back out the same.

Why send her. The Reaper. The decider of those who got to see the ferrymen’s boat. If they did not want her to reap what they had sowed? They had molded her. Fresh and willing, so young.. so naive. Gave her the black cloak and pushed the scythe into her hands and sent her off to swing. They were trying to contain death.

Death could not be contained.

nina-delarosa:

“Three words, want a ride?” She rebuked, dangling her keys after locking her front door. Nina ought to be nice for once.

“ Five words. Yes please and thank you. Aha, Thats probably the only time youre gonna hear those works out of my mouth, is there any place in particular that you know is hiring?- hey, wait is this your way of saying sorry, cause that ain’t gonna cut it” I raise my eyebrow at her.

“ I would appreciate a REAL apology.”

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