uu: IT’S NOT OVER YET, DIRK. NO. NOT NEARLY OVER.
uu: THIS NEXT TRIAL. WILL BREAK YOuR FRAGILE PSYCHE FOR GOOD. YEARS OF THERAPY WILL NOT RELIEVE YOu OF THE NIGHTMARES THAT WILL ENSuE. WHEN I SHOW YOu….THIS!!!
uu: YESS. YOu EAT THAT ALMOND PASTE CONFECTION. IT IS FuCKING DELICIOuS!
DIRK: I’m not big on marzipan, dude.
College AU Sabriel
The only problem with dating someone as ridiculously tall as Sam Winchester is kissing him. Don’t get me wrong, kissing Sam is a glorious thing everyone should try (except not because he’s mine) but he’s just so tall! And I’m not exactly in the running for tallest man on earth.
It wasn’t so bad for a while, mostly because we were sitting down or lying down, if you catch my drift. The height difference doesn’t really matter when I’m straddling his lap, you know?
But lately Sam’s taken to goodbye kisses between classes and it’s all cute when a girl has to stand on her tiptoes to kiss her boyfriend, but it’s not cute when it’s me. I made it perfectly clear to Sam that I am not getting on my tiptoes, no matter how tantalizing his lips are.
This time it was late. I don’t know what was going on through Sam’s gorgeous head when he decided to take his four hour chemistry lab in the late afternoon, bordering on evening. He claimed it was the only time to work it into his schedule, but it seriously impeded on our time.
“Do you want me to come pick you up?” I ask, “We don’t want you getting mugged or something.”
“I think I can walk back to the apartment fine,” Sam says, “I’d be more worried about you.”
I punch him in the arm. No one gets to make fun of my height. Not even Sam. He laughs and turns to face me, hands on my waist.
“I’ll be home as soon as I can,” he promises, “Don’t burn dinner.”
“I would never!” I pretend to look offended, placing my hands on his arms, squeezing because I’ve got a buff boyfriend and you don’t.
Sam laughs again, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I reply easily.
I almost want to laugh because of how far Sam has to lean down, but I lean my head up, feel that familiar crick in my neck, and feel his lips against mine.
“Good luck,” I say as he walks to the chem lab, “Don’t blow your gorgeous self up! Unless you can magically make me at least five inches taller!”
“Just buy those platform boots we saw on eBay!” Sam shouts at me, blowing a kiss.
Not that I would ever admit it, but I already bought those boots. Oh the kinky fantasies those create. I smirk to myself, thrust my hands into my pockets and walk back to the apartment.
Sure, having a super tall boyfriend when you’re less than average can have its disadvantages. But I wouldn’t trade Sam Winchester for the world.
it’s so hot in here
AC’s turned on
why is it so hot on the meteor?
because gamzee broke the ACoh my god
It’s been years since Greg’s sung anything in front of an audience. Anything real.
The Yarders know he can sing. He used to be in a band, and anyone in a car with him learns quickly that he controls the radio, singing and drumming along on the steering wheel. Sometimes he’ll even sing softly to himself around the office if he’s got a song stuck in his head.
What they don’t know about is all the times he stayed up all night in Sherlock’s flat, nervously pacing and drinking cup after cup of coffee while he waited for Sherlock to come down from a high. The flat was horribly quiet so Greg would fill the hours by singing to himself, whatever came to mind.
That’s how he found out that Sherlock’s mother sang to them when they were boys. He doubts Sherlock even remembers telling him, shining with sweat and glassy-eyed as he’d been at the time.
But Sherlock had also said that he liked Greg’s voice, and he would wave his arm clumsily, conducting Greg before he slipped back into unconsciousness. It was probably just ego and imagination but Greg thought Sherlock slept better when he sang, so it became a conscious habit that died out along with Sherlock’s drug use.
At Sherlock’s funeral he feels like he’s run out of words to say, so he sings someone else’s words instead.
Ow… Lovely, but owwwww… and gorgeous gif.
No, that isn’t fair!
I forgot I did this before work this morning and I nearly just pissed myself when I shut my bedroom door. This thing is going to kill me in my sleep.
#this looks like a musical #Sherlock is singing about all the wonderful things that would be in the world if he had Jim #he will woo him with song #and they’ll sing a duet #and then they will kiss #on the edge of the building at sunset
and then jim’s solo
[Flash 10 is required to watch video]
WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH AHAHAHAHAH AOMG
heLP IM PISS
HOLYYY AHAHAHAHAHAH
OMFG IM LITERALLY CRYING
JESUS SLKFHASKJ
JESUS DICKS OMFG ASDASasfasdfas
