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[thebentley-bells]

ghandi said "be the change you want to see in the world and idk about you but i wanted to see a uquiz solely for the menocchio loving side o

OKAY I FINALLY CRACKED AND MADE A UQUIZ

this one goes out to YOU lawrusso shippers, menocchio fans and of course the monarch themself-- tumblr user nomercyonlytears

[jessevon]

Had to make this beautiful quote as a wallpaper. I've never made anything like this before, if it's not ok please let me know and I will take it down. @nomercyonlytears

[kevinmogee]

Today I Learned: The patent for Jello was sold in 1899 for $450. It was then sold in the early 1920's for $67 million. That's worth almost $1 billion in today's money. Turns out there IS always room for Jello (money). #podcast #businessinsider #podcasts #BTYB @BTYBpod @businessinsider #jello #thejellocurse #jellomoney #jellogirls #jellogirlsallierowbottom @allierowbottom (at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8urmAXDCQ4/?igshid=qah1b2r1y39v

[jademapledotcom-blog]

Sharing this clip from @Regranned from @expertjoints - #Studio710 is #TurningHeads . #btyb: @tcc2.0, @ltc710, @topleafcanada, @grassrootsmedicinal, @greensocietyca, @flyte.life, @91supreme, @jademapledotcom, @cannalifenet & @expertjoints - #regrann #jademaple #craftcannabis #cannabiscommunity (at Vancouver, British Columbia)

[gbfamouz-blog]

Hello good day, kindly check out this visual audio, Young Girls by Lyon Efey @lyonefey Mixed by @wire_mix http://bit.ly/YoungGirlsVisualAudio #BTYB @qiriwire (at Lagos State)

[ragdoll-ren]

Impromptu song, walking back from Commons:

♪Why don't you hiiiiiit me, and pay my tuition

If you hiiiit me, I'll sue your ass for damages

IIIIIII don't give a shiiiiiiit, about my liiiiiiife

Hit me twice, and I'll be able to pay off my student looooans

Three strikes and I'm going to grad schoooool.♪

[nellydoesparatho]

Tag: Stella. || Back To Your Bed. || March 30, 2012.

Drunk and in the wrong state of mind, Mike asked Stella to come over and keep him company for the night.

Stella leaned against the glass door of her patio, watching as Mojito sniffed around the small backyard. Pushing her phone into the back pocket of her jeans she whistled - and the tall dog came bounding back inside. After sliding the door closed, she pulled the lock down and grabbed her keys off the kitchen counter; scratching behind the Great Dane's ears affectionately before leaving. Once she'd started her car and backed out of the driveway, she couldn't keep her mind from wandering back to what Mike had told her earlier.  Honestly she wasn't sure how she felt about any of it. She couldn't bring herself to be afraid, and that's what bothered her the most. Had it been anyone else other than Mike she'd feel completely different. Then again, maybe she wasn't giving it enough time to sink in. Finding an empty spot on the street she pulled her keys from the ignition, flicking the lights off with a 'click'. Pulling the visor down she checked her make up in the mirror, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears while she swallowed the sense of nervousness in her throat. As soon as Stella deemed herself presentable, she climbed out of the car and up the walkway - pushing the door open before she changed her mind.

Mike eventually found his way out of bed, feeling around as he tried to make his way to the bathroom without falling over in the process. He hunched over the sink, his fingers clutched around the corners of the granite counter. He cleared his throat and glanced into the mirror, his clouded brown eyes staring straight back at him. He flipped the faucet on, cupping his hands under the running water. He slpashed his face with the cold water, recoiling back from the sink when the driplets of water hit his bare chest. He stumbled back, taking a few second to recover while his head stopped spinning.  He reached over and reached for a towel that hung over the shower rod. Wiping his face and chest he dropped it back onto the ground, before walking out of his room. Using the walls as support he entered the kitchen, opening one of the kitchen cupboards to pull out a bag of bread. He groaned as he struggled with the knot that had been made, deciding it was easier to tear a hole in the plastic bag. Mike had heard somewhere that eating bread would help absorb the alcohol in your body. He was quite sure if it was true, but all he wanted was to make sure that he wasn't a complete mess in front of Stella. He had spilled quite a few secrets of his moments before. And being drunk while she came over wasn't a good thing. He looked up from the white linoleium when he heard the front door open, swallowing the bread he had been chewing.

Stella turned to shut the door behind her, glancing into the empty living room before noticing the light that flooded in from the kitchen. The moment she crossed the threshold from hardwood flooring to linoleum she saw Mike, offering him a smile as she dropped her keys onto the table. "Hola, papi chulo." She smirked, closing the gap between the two of them with a tight hug. Mike reeked of alcohol, but honestly that wasn't out of the ordinary. After the secrets he'd spilled earlier, Stella empathized - he deserved a drink. She pressed a kiss to his bare chest, instead of his lips, leaning back slightly so that she could look up at him. "You should be grateful I came over, it's totally past my bedtime." The girl teased, running her fingers over his back.

Mike blinked a few times, his head beginning to feel light. It was almost as if things were moving in slow motion, but he knew better than that. He knew that this was just the effect of the bottle of whiskey he had consumed in one sitting. Shaking his head gently, he snapped back into reality, placing his hand on the small of Stella's back. "Hey baby." He muttered, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. "I really need you right now." He told her gently, almost hoping that she couldn't hear what he was saying. He squeezed her small frame gently, resting his chin on the top of her head. "I know, I know. I love you. Thanks." He said with a chuckle, linking his hands behind her back, as a mode of keeping her close, and keeping him balanced.

Stella traced her fingers over Mike's spine, slowly bringing her hands around front to rest against his abdomen; sighing when she felt his lips against the top of her hair. "I know you do, that's why I'm here." She told him reassuringly, closing her eyes momentarily while she listened to him speak, reveling in the way that his body felt against her own. "I love you too." The blonde murmured without hesitation, leaving several, long, kisses against his unshaven jaw. Taking a step back from Mike's tall frame, she offered him her hand - considering it was obvious that he was having trouble staying balanced. "In fact, I love you so much so, that I'm going to take you to bed - because you're too faded to stand up, chico." She laughed softly, tickling her free hand over his side.

When Stella started speaking again, Mike smiled lazily to himself. To him, it was the most beautiful sound in the universe, that and the gentle sound of her steady breathing when she was asleep with her head perched upon his chest. He took her hand, his eyes moving down to rest on her face. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it shortly after once he realized he couldn't form a single thought into coherent words. Intertwining fingers with hers, Mike pushed against the counter behind him with his foot. Using his free hand to rest on the walls as he drug himself and Stella back to his bedroom. He let go of Stella and made the rest of the way back to his bed by himself. Plopping down on the mattress, he let out a slight groan when he felt something poke his back. Pulling the object out from underneath him, he wrapped his thin fingers around the cellphone charger, dropping it in the space between his bed and the wall. "Can you open up the window? Arella hates when I play with the thermostat." He slurred, rolling over to rest on his stomach.

When she felt Mike take her hand, Stella was more than willing to walk him back to his bedroom. Instead, he tugged her along, and she would've complained but the distance between the kitchen and his room couldn't have been more than twenty feet. Pouting slightly she just rolled her eyes, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle laughter as the two of them moved past the other closed doors. She watched him dive against his mattress, nudging the door closed with her foot. With his request she walked over to open the window, standing on her tiptoes to unlock the latch at the top - pulling it up half way. Before joining Mike in bed, she took her shoes off and slipped her phone out of her back pocket, placing it against the top of his dresser. Finally Stella crawled over his slim form, straddling his hips she slid down against his back - wrapping her arms around his sides. "I worry about you." She admitted quietly, kissing between Mike's shoulder blades. Finally, she let her cheek rest against his skin, scaling her fingers up his bare sides.

Feeling Stella's weight on his back relieved that piercing pain he had been feeling in his spine all day long, if that made any sense. And knowing that she was here with him made him feel a hell of a lot better. He sighed into his pillow, tilting his head so that his cheek rested on the thin sheets of the bed. He let out a deep breath, pulling his hands out from underneath one of his pillows. He moved an arm behind his back as he felt around for Stella's hand. Linking his finger with hers, he cleared his throat. "I'm okay now, I promise." He said, mostly to himself. He squeezed her hand in what he deemed a comforting manner. Mike's thumb caressed the top of her hand slowly, as he felt the slight breeze enter his previously stuffy bedroom. "Everything's okay now that you're here." His words rolled out of his mouth in a slur as he kept from rambling on about how much he needed her.

Stella sighed softly, listening to the sound of Mike's voice she let her eyes flutter closed. She laced her fingers blindly with his own, wrapping her free arm tighter around his body. "If you say so." She said, her voice laced with uncertainty. Letting her thumb glide over the inside of his wrist, she opened her blue eyes again - pushing the hair away from the back of his neck. "Just, do me a favor and try not to drink so much when you're sad, okay? That's a terrible habit, and I don't want to be responsible for finding you a new liver." Stella laughed, leaning up to kiss the side of Mike's neck. Nipping at his tattoo she kissed the spot immediately after, as if to apologize. "I love you too much for that shit." She teased, letting go of his hand so that she could massage small circles in his sore, lower back.

"I wasn't drinking because I was sad, or I wasn't sad to begin with." Mike said, squirming underneath her as he tried to re-adjust himself in a more comfortable position. He pushed the ring in his bottom lip around with his tongue for a moment, "I was drinking because it's all I do. It's all I've ever known, and I'm tired of it. All drinking ever gives me are situations where I react like a shit person." He swallowed the ever-growing lump in his throat, squeezing his eyes shut. "I love you, and I don't want to live like this anymore." Mike closed his mouth, and buried his face in his arm. He wasn't sure if this was just the alcohol talking or if he was being honest. But you know what they say, a drunk mind speaks a sober heart. He was growing more frustrated with himself as seconds went by, not knowing whether speaking up was the best option. With a soft groan he gave up, deciding to deal with all his thoughts at a later time, much, much later.

"Shh, baby stop, it's fine, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." Stella told him quietly, watching as he hid his face in the crook of his arm - taking the hint that he was obviously upset. Climbing off of his back, she unbuttoned her jeans - pushing them off her hips and onto the floor. In another quick movement she pulled the blanket back, wedging herself between Mike and his bedroom wall. "We don't have to talk about this right now." She sighed, nuzzling into his much bigger form. Lifting her hand, she walked her fingers over his bicep, tracing over the outlines of his tattoos. It was obvious that Mike was harboring a lot of emotions, but she wasn't going to pry - especially in his current state, because that was just asking for trouble. "I love you. Think about feeding giraffes and the fact that I'm not wearing any pants." She teased, kissing between his tan shoulder blades before she dropped her head against the pillows.

"Don't be sorry. I'm sorry. I know that's all I ever say but I mean it. I love you." Mike told her once she was completely situated into his side. Slowly but surely he could feel the the sickening feeling in his stomach fade away. That was the effect Stella had on him, she could make everything better with just a single look. If you told Mike that he'd fall head over heels in love with someone a little over a year ago, he'd laugh and ask you where you kept the good shit. But as he laid in bed with Stella, his mind still in a vulnerable state, he was glad he took the chance. The things that life threw at him never made much sense, but in this exact point in time Mike was positive that this was where he belonged. His hand dove under the sheets, creeping up her thigh to rest on her hip bone. He moved his head to press a kiss against what felt like her forehead. Sucking in a shaky breath, he hooked his index finger around the waistband of her underwear, rubbing his finger against the skin underneath before pulling his hand back up to rest on her shoulder.