eyyy I finally got to draw persephone!
shes the type to cry over dead crewmate’s minis being left behind.
enjoy the fic
i am once again asking the muses who have tattoos especially the muses I’m shipped with, to pls tat my boy clover up. clean canvass. trust tattoos. pls im on my knees
i have come to the conclusion that cavendish & dakota and hazel & cha cha exist on some sort of spectrum of time travelers but i dont know what it’s a scale of
Hey how does one go about curing lycanthropy?
I just watched season 1 of HDM (again) and I am gonna dream about being in a balloon with Lee, flying off into the sunset. Night night!
Did not vibe with today at all folks
Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x reader
Word count: 656
Sumarry: will Thomas make it out alive in his “meeting”
Warning: alot of kissing, angsty (tiny bit) Thomas not making it out alive (suggested)
Slowly opening her eyes with light of the moon illuminating her face, It was almost dawn when Y/N noticed that the space beside her was empty leaving a trail of coldness in its wake. Looking around the room, it was a mess their clothes scattered around the room, some of the pillows were on the floor, pulling up the sheets to her chest she leaned back on the head board, closing her eyes for a second to silently reminisce what happened a few hours prior, she absentmindedly smiled to herself.
Sighing she let herself fall back onto the sheets, face first inhaling his scent, she stayed there for a minute before she decided to come and find her love, wearing his shirt she left the room, and she immediately saw a light coming from the other room, cracking the door open she saw him hunched over his laptop, his glasses hanging low on his nose some stray curls falling on his face, his hair pulled back lightly by an hair tie, leaning on the door frame she watched him (but not in creepy way…duh).
Silently typing on his keyboard, he feel could someone watching him, turning to the door he saw the silhouette of a woman making him almost jump out of his skin.
“Jesus fucking christ! You scared the shit out of me Y/N, thought it was someone” Thomas gasped, putting a hand over his heart, mouth agape.
Chuckling she made her way to his lap, putting her head on his shoulder, arms around his neck “Well I’m sorry Mr.” Y/N whispered, planting wet kisses along his jawline down to his neck, stifling a moan he pursed his lips.
“What are you doing up anyways? It’s like 3:00 a.m” she asked, burry her head on the crook of his neck, wrapping his arms her and placing his chin atop of her head, they stayed there in comfortable silence in each others embrace.
“Nothing just work…” Thomas murmured into her hair.
“At 3:00 a.m? Thomas come back to sleep…” she looked up to his eyes. “I have an early meeting out of town”
“It’s still dark outside” Y/N reasoned, looking at the window.
“I know. I just need to write something down”
“Why do you write like your running out of time? Come back to bed that would be enough” Y/N cupped his face, planting a chaste kiss to his lips.
“I’ll be back before you know I’m gone” Thomas insisted.
“Come back to sleep, work can wait. You can finish this tomorrow- just take a break” Y/N argued, gesturing at his open laptop, which is filled with scattered files and writing.
“Y/N I can’t, the meeting is early tomorrow- well early this coming morning” Thomas sighed, still insisting his reason of “I can’t take a break”, to be honest deep down he really wanted to rest and come back to bed with Y/N, to hold her for the last time before his “meeting” knowing that there’s a slim chance of him ever coming back to her warm embrace. She looked at him, defeated finally giving up with the small argument, she slid of his lap, leaving him cold, suddenly longing for her again.
“Well I’m going back to sleep…” Y/N stated, hugging him from behind, planting one last kiss on his cheeks.
He felt her hand on his shoulder, not even taking a chance to stop, he took it, looking at the rings on her left finger for a just a millisecond, he softly held her gaze “Hey…” he whispered, making her turn, her brows slightly furrowed.
“Best of wives and Best of women” He breathe, planting a firm kiss on her knuckles, letting his lips linger for a little longer, enjoying the last interaction, she smiled sweetly before turning away, her hand slipping away, he looked at her fading silhouette across the room.
My love take your time, I’ll see you on the other side.
time for bradley
I’m kind of surprised how non-itchy my healing incisions are! Only because the dot scar where my 2nd catheter was is really itchy and I don’t get why it’s ONLY that one.
My grandpa came over today and on the light box marquee in my room it says “shrimp heaven now“ and you can probably imagine what it was like to try to explain that nonsense phrase to a 70 year old man
It has snowed all day. The dogs are happy.