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            âThe only heaven Iâll be sent to                       is when Iâm alone with you.â
âYou are the worldâs worst drunk, Dec.  Give me a beer before I bite your kneecap.â  Her hands reached up, making the grabby gesture as she stared at him.  YeahâŚ.Drunk.  And Little Foot was watching this whole thing, âIâm sorry you have to watch daddy be a moron, LF, but I betcha he didnât EAT today.  Dumbass.â
Stretching out on his couch, Declan rolled his eyes and let the bottle in his hand dangle in front of her face. âI am a brilliant drunk. You are just jealous.â He grabbed another beer for himself and took a long swig, eyes falling closed as he relaxed into the couch, ignoring the plaintive bump of Little Footâs head against his hand. âI ate.â
âYeah, the day I give any kid around here something they can swing around and smack a dino with is the day I assume the throne of Russia,â Alexei told him. God, the idea of any child running around the park with a toy sword was terrifying. He held the toy up, studying it idly. ââŚMight be Loweryâs, but heâs more the plastic dino type. Probably someone in the ACU, those guys get bored. Maybe they swordfight in their spare time?â
âYou do realize it is plastic, right, Tzar Alexei?â Declan highly doubted a child with a plastic toy would be able to do much to the dinos, but--he wasnât a ranger, so what would he know. âI would pay to see those Neanderthals playing with toy swords.â
âFine.â  She stripped out of her shirt, shorts, and into her underwear and a tank top, before moving to settle at his feet, looking up at him with thsoe big eyes, âYouâre fucking drunk.â  On three beers.  Weenie, âGimme, you giant loser, before you get drunk enough to step on Little Foot again.â
Declan gasps, two parts indignation and one part amusement, and lifts his beer into the air so she canât reach it. He doesnât bother mentioning the most heâd had to eat that day was a wilted banana, drinking the rest of his beer and reaching for another from the side table, âI would never step on Little Foot. Heathen.â
All stones starting with "A"
ABALONE: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally
There arenât many things that can affect Declan emotionally, he tries hard to keep himself distant from those around him, but when those he does care about get hurt--he has a hard time controlling himself.
AEGERINE: my muse's opinion of the supernatural
He doesnât believe in it. At all. Heâs a man of science, and believes that everything that happens has a scientific reasoning behind it.
AGATE: how my muse calms down
Oddly enough, the best way Declan has found to calm down is bunkering down on his couch with a bowl of popcorn and watching the cheesiest, most ridiculous movie he can find.
âFair enough.â He glanced down at the little plastic sword and shrugged. âI was actually looking for the owner, since it got left in the staff cafeteria. Donât suppose you know whose it is?â
âWho would bring a plastic sword to work?â Staring down at the toy, Declan reassessed his belief that it was Alexeiâs and shrugged. âLeave it in the lost and found, or give it to a child who you donât think will instantly stab you in the leg with it.â
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Minh rolled her eyes.
â Of course, you do, Dr. Friel. And I you. â
âGood. So long as weâve got that squared away. Help me with these samples.â Declan moved to a large case on the other side of the room and sent her a pointed look as he waited for her to take the other side.
aquaticabxndonâ || Continued from (x)
âA little bit of both.â To be fair, itâd been a long, hard day, and Declan was already working his way through his third beer. Everything seemed amusing to him at this stage, even the possibility of Kate contracting pneumonia because her clothes were damp. âWell, you going to stand there, or you going to join me?â
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âWell that was suitably dramatic.â
âYouâre the one who burst in here brandishing a toy sword. It seemed a suitable reaction.â
'Talk to me.'
 âTake off your clothes.âÂ
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âEasy.â
Turning away from his work, he made sure to meet Cooperâs eyes dead on.
âI donât care.â
Talk to me [whoops hello friend my hand slipped don't mind me o_o]
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abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally
aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural
agate: how my muse calms down
blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)
fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly
moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself
amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest
amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into
ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is
angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues
apache tears: a sadness headcanon
apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition
apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs
aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed
biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with
bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large
calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)
carnelian: an art-related headcanon
celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety
chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been
chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships
charoite: who my muse looks up to
chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon
copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older
coral: how my muse views the natural world
diamond: a sex headcanon
dolomite: a sleep headcanon
emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words
fluorite: what my muse's room looks like
fossil: what my muse's dream job is
galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse
garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be
gold: my muse's financial situation
hematite: how squeamish my muse is
hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has
iolite: my muse's drinking habits
jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner
jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent
kyanite: an anger headcanon
lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse
lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse
malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up
mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait
moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space
mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down
nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is
obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be
opal: how creative my muse is
pearl: a mental health headcanon
petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street
pyrite: a physical health headcanon
quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them
rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience
rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories
ruby: a happiness headcanon
sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose
serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]
silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity
tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate
ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is
unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be
verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history
zebra stone: what gets my muse excited
zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?
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gcntleknight || Continued from (x)
âIt had crossed my mind, but I much prefer seeing you inevitably fail at keeping them tied.â
It wasnât that Declan needed to help Pelleas with his tie, but heâd seen enough crooked knots to last him a life time. And when heâd decided to use the Knight as a guinea pig for his newest little invention, it only made sense that he would be the one to tie it.Â
âNow, do you remember what I told you, or do I need to repeat myself, again.
âI donât sound like thatâŚâ
He had no issue with the good drugs bit, though. Light enough that he could still think almost clearly, but strong enough that, later, he could plausibly pretend to have forgotten about those pesky reports. No doubt Owain would pry them from him eventually, but it would be nice while it lasted.
âIâm rather enjoying my good drugsâŚthink Iâd enjoy them more on my own sofa. Itâs a good sofa. Comfortable. Not like this bed, itâs absolutely murder on the back.âÂ
âYou sound a little like that.â
And Owain would deny until his dying day that he enjoyed playing along with this particular knight, when he generally only used a handful when talking to the others. Since the first time heâd met the blonde, Owain had been stuck between a constant state of annoyance and amusement. He still had trouble figuring out which heâd prefer.
âYouâll get to enjoy the good drugs on your sofa soon enough. Then you can complain to your heartâs content where the poor nurses donât have to hear about it every five seconds.â