September 18, 2014

fridge-o-mancer said: ✖

caliphonomage:

caliphonomage:

"No way he’s fucking new." She said to Meyers from the lunch table as they watched the kid with a full fucking beard work his way across the caff. 

"Guys got a fucking beard. You don’t even have a beard." She glared at the big man who went to open his mouth. "You know I need subtitles with you." She just shook her head at him. 

"I’m going to fucking settle this." She said, leaving her group of friends behind and marched over to the new (?) kid, and grabbed his elbow. 

"Hey, ok, were you like, held back a decade or something, because let me tell you that beard is nuts." She looked him in the face and felt her mouth run dry when she looked into the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. She gave the guy a brilliant smile and tossed some hair over her shoulder. 

"I’m Lucy." She held out her hand for a shake. 

...

"My dad’s a Hassidic rabbi. We’re not supposed to eat pig." She joked. "Fuck, I’m even supposed to be wearing pants really." She laughed. 

"And don’t be alarmed at the fact I give out consolatory blowjobs. It’s good to the ego." She joked. 

"And you’re parents are sucks parents. Not the first case of that happening. My parents are kinda in that category." She said.

"They care more about my relationship with God then my relationship with them." She rolled her eyes and held out her hand. 

"Here, lemme see your schedule. I can help you find your way around." She smiled at the boy.  

Jonathan just shrugged. “Parents. Can’t live with them, can’t be alive without them,” he said philosophically. He gathered up the empty container and stuffed it back into his pack. “And I just said that it wasn’t really worth a blowjob. Maybe if he had put up a bit of a fight. But he totally just….bitched out.” He looked at the girl, then he handed Lucy his schedule.

"I only have World History after 1900 left," he said. "I have to pick up my sister at 2:30, so I got permission to skip out later. I’ll have to do summer school or come back next year to make up the missed credits but…" he shrugged, "it’s worth it. I think it says it’s in 213. Wanna help me find my way?" He stood and waited for her.

September 18, 2014

fridge-o-mancer said: I miss you

caliphonomage:

1 Year 

"Fuck you Jon." She sat on the ground next to the stroller and cried.

"Fuck you for leaving me. Fuck you and your sense of right and wrong. Fuck you for saving me. Fuck you for coming into my life." She was whispering, not trusting her voice. 

"Fuck you for everything. I loved you. I trust you. And you went and got yourself killed. For what? For a kid who turned warlock not six months later? Fuck you. Fuck you everything you stand for." She smacked her hand on the headstone, sobs ripping out of her body. 

"I’m doing this alone Jon. By myself. I never wanted this. How the everliving fuck am I going to do this?" She looked to the two sleeping boys, both with his bright blue eyes. 

"I can’t be a mom Jon. You were supposed to be here. You fucking promised me!" She hissed out and curled in on herself. 

"You promised." 

5 Years 

"They’re just like you." She said quietly. She had grown chubbier as the years went on, and she was curled into a ball. 

"Aaron got into a fight at school yesterday for punching a kid in the nose. According to the little shit, the kid was making fun of a girl because her moms are gay." She started to tear up. 

"I see too much of him in you. I don’t want him to go the same way. I don’t want him to risk his life for people who don’t give a single shit. I can’t loose him too." She started to cry, curling in on herself. 

"I haven’t written a single song since you got killed. It hurts too much. It hurts too much write. I can’t hear the notes without hearing your voice. I can’t look at my old turntable without seeing your face." She sobbed. 

10 Years

"They look like you." She sobbed on her knees. "They look just like you, and I can’t fucking stand it." She cried and cried and cried. 

"They have your smile and your laugh and your eyes." She stopped wiping away the tears. 

"How the fuck am I supposed to be a parents when I look at them and see you?" She got angry and swore violently. 

"How the fuck am I supposed to let them grow up and move away when they’re all I have left of you?" 

September 18, 2014

fridge-o-mancer said: ✖

caliphonomage:

caliphonomage:

"No way he’s fucking new." She said to Meyers from the lunch table as they watched the kid with a full fucking beard work his way across the caff. 

"Guys got a fucking beard. You don’t even have a beard." She glared at the big man who went to open his mouth. "You know I need subtitles with you." She just shook her head at him. 

"I’m going to fucking settle this." She said, leaving her group of friends behind and marched over to the new (?) kid, and grabbed his elbow. 

"Hey, ok, were you like, held back a decade or something, because let me tell you that beard is nuts." She looked him in the face and felt her mouth run dry when she looked into the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. She gave the guy a brilliant smile and tossed some hair over her shoulder. 

"I’m Lucy." She held out her hand for a shake. 

..

She took the sandwich with glee. She usually didn’t get to eat during school; they didn’t have kosher options and her parents refused to give her money to buy non-kosher food. She thumbed through the sandwich and smiled. 

"Dude, this has bacon!" She took and bite and did a little happy dance where she sat. 

"Don’ tell Mir ‘m eatin’ bacon." She said around a mouthful of porky goodness. "She’ll be pissed. And those kids’ll be fine. I’ll give Stalinksi a bj and he’ll forgive me, if he remembers at all." She took another bite and looked at him. 

"Tha’ good ‘o you to text ‘em. Mir used to do that before we got to the same school. And wha’ d’ ya mean you raise ‘em?" She finished off the sub in record time and had to stop herself from giving bedroom eyes to his salad. 

"Is your mom single or somethin’?" She tilted her head at him. "And what kind of trouble? Do I need to keep you away from the Nickleheads?" She asked, placing her head in her hands. 

Jonathan just nodded in reply to the first bit. “Of course it has bacon. I made it. It’s also got ham and roast beef,” he mumbled distracted. When she talked about the other boy, he looked up sharply, before carefully looking at the other kid. “Never said it was that rude.” He shrugged and looked back at the replies coming in on his phone.

"I mean I take care of them, make sure they get to and from school, make sure their fed and bathed every day, then put them to bed." Here he looked up at her, his eyes hardening like ice. "My parents are both alive and together. They’re just degenerate assholes. Sometime I don’t see them for days. Suits me just fine." 

After the next bit, his eyes fell back to the phone again. “No, not that kind of trouble. No cops, no one after me. Not yet anyway.” He looked at the phone as the last text chimed in, and pushed Lucy his half finished salad, along with his schedule. It ended at sixth period, with history being today’s afternoon class.

September 18, 2014

cozcat:

francislare:

and remember kids its never too late to become a raging degenerate homosexual

dancingspock)

(via floki-the-littlest-viking)

September 18, 2014
Chill of the Hunt [Mab x Jonathan]

frozenfaeriequeen:

...

Mab blinked once when he answered. Did she…know that name? There were so many mortals…unless they caught her attention in specific, she tended to forget them very quickly. Her head tilts slightly to one side as he continues to speak, looking for all the world like a bird watching something…interesting.

She forced herself to take a deep breath, despite the warning flash of pain it sent through her, closing her eyes for just a moment to settle down the fluttering feelings of panic still raging in her. He was right. She had been…was…frightened. His soothing voice had worked…just not quite the way he’d intended it, she was sure.

When she opened them again, he had moved back over to the stove. The smells coming from that direction, and her stomach made a careful rumbling complaint - now that there was no further danger of it being slashed open and spilling its contents everywhere, it would like something in it, it seemed to say.

"At the moment I do not believe I am in any kind of shape to cause you trouble, VanderNoode." She murmured with a short bark of a laugh that makes her wince. "But I agree to the rules of hospitality. And I…" A hesitation. Fae never outright thanked people, because it held an unspoken debt in the words. However, in this case… "I thank you for your help and your hospitality." She finally finishes.

Her stomach rumbles again, complaining about the rules of politeness that were keeping her from stuffing her face already. “…your offer of food is appreciated, and I will gladly agree to it.” Mab murmured tiredly, leaning heavily against the headboard.

While she waited, she thought about what else he’d said. …Canada? How the hell had she ended up HERE? And…though her memories of the last moments of her flight were fuzzy and vague…she shifted slightly, lifting her shirt to look at the wound that had nearly killed her, frowning at it and at the memories that flicker uncertainly in her mind. “…you are a wizard. Aren’t you?”

Jonathan nodded at Mab, before going to rummage through the cupboards. “Yes, I am a wizard. A Warden of the White Council actually.” He turned to smile at her before continuing. “And thank you for agreeing your majesty.” He paused. “As well, no thanks required. I did what I would do for any injured being.”

He pulled back from the cupboard with a beautifully carved bowl and paired wooden soup spoon. He ladled a large portion into the bowl and carried it over to her. He placed it into her waiting hands, then pulled a nearby char to the bed to sit beside her. “Please eat slowly, so as not to aggravate your wounds. Once you’re finished, I would like to check it, with your permission.”

September 18, 2014

fridge-o-mancer said: ✖

caliphonomage:

caliphonomage:

"No way he’s fucking new." She said to Meyers from the lunch table as they watched the kid with a full fucking beard work his way across the caff. 

"Guys got a fucking beard. You don’t even have a beard." She glared at the big man who went to open his mouth. "You know I need subtitles with you." She just shook her head at him. 

"I’m going to fucking settle this." She said, leaving her group of friends behind and marched over to the new (?) kid, and grabbed his elbow. 

"Hey, ok, were you like, held back a decade or something, because let me tell you that beard is nuts." She looked him in the face and felt her mouth run dry when she looked into the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. She gave the guy a brilliant smile and tossed some hair over her shoulder. 

"I’m Lucy." She held out her hand for a shake. 

...

"Sure thing." She pulled him over to a table, kicking out a skinny boy with lots of freckles who was talking to a dark-skinned boy who looked exhausted. 

"You got siblings too? I got only one, my big sister. She’s the perfect one and my parents love her. She’s right there." Lucy stood on the table and souther her sister’s name, and a dark-haired girl in a long skirt and a bandana waved at her from where she was sitting with the other Jewish kids.

"That’s Miriam. Light of my life and my bestest friend." She sat down on the table, legs hanging over the side. 

"You never answered my question. Why are ya here? Ya transfer in or something?" She asked. "And why in the middle of the year?" 

Jonathan apologized to the kids Lucy intimidated. “that was rude,” he said mildly, before sitting at the table. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a small Tupperware container. He opened it, revealing a perfectly made sub sandwich and a side salad. He set a small cellphone next to the food.

He started on the salad first with a fork, eating and listening to Lucy chatter. he waved back at Lucy’s sister, when she waved. 

Jon settled in for a lot of talking.”I’m the oldest of four,” he began. “I’ve been basically taking care of my siblings since I was a kid. Their names are Luke, Isaac, and Rebecca. Luke’s in middle school with Isaac, and Rebecca’s in elementary school. I like to check up on them at lunch, make sure they’re okay. I’m kind of the parent in our family so…” He shrugged. “They’re good kids, usually. Luke has a habit of setting things on fire, so I usually get a call from his school once a week or so.”

"As for why I transferred…." He looked just under here eyes, then sighed. "Some things happened. I got in trouble. My family decided to move our here." He looked sadly at the sandwich, then pushed the box to Lucy before picking up the phone. "Here, I lost my appetite. Eat, I need to send some texts." He looked down at the phone resolutely, typing out messages.

September 18, 2014
reblog if you’d truly miss me if I deleted.

wizardwithacoin:

themellowwitch:

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(I can’t re-blog everyone, so this goes for all of you.)

September 17, 2014

Anonymous said: Do you always keep track of people to replace the current knight and lady of winter just in case something unexpect takes one of them away?

tellurianwitch:

fridge-o-mancer:

askmab:

There are several vessels groomed as contingencies at any given time, yes.

And let me tell you, the “grooming” is not as much fun as it sounds

It pays to be not on higher-ups’ radar.

There are some radars you just can’t fly under once you’ve popped up on them

September 17, 2014
colamania:

spazztastikim:

comebackxkid:

dynastylnoire:

insidehishead:

some of the most sensitive areas of the female body

look at all the regions that are not titties and vagina guys
porn has lied to you. there are other places you can touch that sensitive and pleasurable. 

Oh yeah because I’m just gonna rub her eyes until a she’s horny

Kiss her there you walnut! Use tenderness! Hold her face gently and stroke her eyelids with your thumb and then kiss them! Run your hands down to her neck when you do! THINK!!! Lordie, you have a lot to learn that TOUCH gives more than making her “horny” you’ll drive her nuts doing gentle stuff! It’s trust! It’s care! It’s sensitivity! *smacks your forehead* You want her to be numb in complete ecstasy! I know this shit and I’m ASEXUAL! 

Reblogging purely for the beautiful use of the word “walnut” as an insult.

And it’s not just touch. There are different kinds of touch: kissing, sucking, pressing, brushing. Different things to touch with: lips, tongue, fingers, feather, ice, etc. Have fun, but for heaven’s sake MAKE SURE TO GET CONSENT BEFORE DOING ANYTHING.

colamania:

spazztastikim:

comebackxkid:

dynastylnoire:

insidehishead:

some of the most sensitive areas of the female body

look at all the regions that are not titties and vagina guys

porn has lied to you. there are other places you can touch that sensitive and pleasurable. 

Oh yeah because I’m just gonna rub her eyes until a she’s horny

Kiss her there you walnut! Use tenderness! Hold her face gently and stroke her eyelids with your thumb and then kiss them! Run your hands down to her neck when you do! THINK!!! Lordie, you have a lot to learn that TOUCH gives more than making her “horny” you’ll drive her nuts doing gentle stuff! It’s trust! It’s care! It’s sensitivity! *smacks your forehead* You want her to be numb in complete ecstasy! I know this shit and I’m ASEXUAL! 

Reblogging purely for the beautiful use of the word “walnut” as an insult.

And it’s not just touch. There are different kinds of touch: kissing, sucking, pressing, brushing. Different things to touch with: lips, tongue, fingers, feather, ice, etc. Have fun, but for heaven’s sake MAKE SURE TO GET CONSENT BEFORE DOING ANYTHING.

(Source: biencorrect, via tellurianwitch)

September 17, 2014

Anonymous said: Do you always keep track of people to replace the current knight and lady of winter just in case something unexpect takes one of them away?

askmab:

There are several vessels groomed as contingencies at any given time, yes.

And let me tell you, the “grooming” is not as much fun as it sounds

September 17, 2014
Major Roleplaying problems that we have to face everyday.

sandynanny:

  • Being afraid to talk to a more quality account.
  • Being afraid to shoot someone an ask.
  • Being afraid to bother someone who you absolutely admire but you know you’d never be one of their favorite people.
  • Not bothering to remind them you didn’t get a starter/reply because you believe they dropped it or forget about you.
  • Seeing they have a close group of friends (“clique”) and not wanting to get in the middle of it. 
  • People thinking you’re a quality account.
  • People not answering memes or leaving you asks.
  • When people like starters but don’t reply because they think I’m scary.
  • Not knowing which thread you’ve lost cause activity is dumb and wishing you could find the link or thinking you’ve replied.
  • Seeing people like you’re stuff and reblog your friends stuff but they never reply to you or your friends opens and it’s sad. 

(Source: itslori-grimes, via local-lavamancer)

September 17, 2014
downcastchild:

pain-always-hurts has set her suicide date she made a deal with me , for every note this gets she will push that date one day back , this is real she has tried before. All I ask is that you please reblog and maybe send her cute messages thank you

downcastchild:

pain-always-hurts has set her suicide date she made a deal with me , for every note this gets she will push that date one day back , this is real she has tried before. All I ask is that you please reblog and maybe send her cute messages thank you

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