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sickeningefficiency:

Send me “Zazzle” in my inbox and I’ll choose a Zazzle Poetry shirt that best fits your muse

novellastar:

wingsandheartstrings:

novellastar:

43. Pack of bubblegum

       Nova tugs out a small pack of gum from her pocket, handing it over to the boy. “You might want that. It’s always nice to chew gum after you’ve done stuff with your mouth.” The corner of her lips curve up in a slight smirk, and her brown eyes gleam in amusement. “Nice work.”

Oliver watched him go with a frown. That had most definitely been a threat, thought why Angel would go so far for their boss he didn’t know. The boys finished dressing and applying makeup, then headed towards the room with fifteen minutes to spare, intending to stretch.

Payton was just leaving a room, hair a mess and makeup slightly smeared. She smirks as she moves to get past Oliver, stopping to look him up and down. “You’re the new guy around here, right? The human~ I’d shake your hand, but I’ve got to wash up. It got wild in there.” She laughs at her own words. “Good luck, kid, and welcome aboard.”

Oliver grinned at her, used to the banter between workers at his old place. Just because Angel didn’t seem to like him much didn’t mean none of the others would. He liked that Payton could laugh so easily.

«Name’s Oliver, first client in fifteen minutes. You’re Payton?»

He knew to keep the encounter short so she could clean up before inevitable stains set in, but he wanted to get off on a good foot with someone.

[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

icybluespirit:

wingsandheartstrings:

wingsandheartstrings:

[text] this is definitely a wrong number but i am very interested

[text] i get it if youre all stranger danger but please tell me how you accomplished this so im not tempted to try on my own

This was moronic at best. Oliver was tempted to steal a lamp or something to teach this kid a lesson about trusting strangers, but his limbs felt heavy and his eyelids more so. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt just to rest his eyes a minute? And then he could steal the kid’s toilet seat, let him explain that to his parents! Yeah, that was a good plan… Oliver’s eyes closed, and within minutes he was fast asleep.

Jack was asleep soon after, snuggling closer to the boy. In his drunken state of mind, he didn’t have a care for the position he was in, nor the fact that this was a complete stranger.

When morning came and Jack awake, he found himself completely tangled up with Oliver, though he just barely remember what had happened. In fact, he didn’t even really remember the boy. His eyes widen and he tries to scramble away, wincing at his headache. “Shit, fuck.” He curses in irritation, shoving Oliver away from him enough to sit up. “What the hell happened?”

«Ouch— fuckin’ hell!» Oliver jolted awake and rubbed his head where Jack’s push had bashed his head against the wall. He squinted up at Jack as he sat up, then groaned when he realized where he was.

«Goddamn, bathtub boy,» he scowled. «First you fall asleep on me, now you’re tryin’ to break my face? Some thanks for puttin’ out your drunken fire.»

Anonymous said:
Goodbye Forever {Frost&Spade}

icybluespirit:

wingsandheartstrings:

icybluespirit:

The months had melted together blissfully, each more and more better than the last. The loneliness disappeared and was replaced with a warm body that had taken up residence next to Frost in his bed. They shared a loveless passion, something so special, it actually made Frost kind of happy.

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Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.

-- Maya Angelou (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

boneslikeporcelain:

cantcatchthesloth:

the complete set of posters, made by students at New College of Florida. 

Hey everyone—these were made by New College students last orientation (2013) to passively teach about consent on campus. 

Now that these are all over the interwebs, please “like” New College’s new sexual violence resource center, the SHARE Resource Center. SHARE stands for Sexual Health and Relationship Education—all of our future sexual violence prevention education programming will be coming out of here! Once the center opens, it will be open 24/7 and be available as a resource center for those in crisis, for their friends, and to learn about being an active bystander. 

[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

icybluespirit:

wingsandheartstrings:

wingsandheartstrings:

[text] this is definitely a wrong number but i am very interested

[text] i get it if youre all stranger danger but please tell me how you accomplished this so im not tempted to try on my own

«You’re cute, kid, but I got a policy against kissin’ drunk strangers.» He shoved him lightly, then ruffled his white hair amusedly. «’Specially punk arsonists. I could still be a serial killer, darlin’, an’ you just lay down in my lap! Fuckin’ beer goggles an’ bad judgement, I swear. You got damn lucky.»

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back against the wall, exhausted now that the adrenaline was leaving his system.

Jack pouts, but nuzzles his tummy instead. “Your loss.” He mumbles against his shirt and relaxes completely. He was so tired. That took everything out of him, and now Jack felt he could sleep forever. Nuzzling closer to the soft boy, Jack closes his eyes.

This was moronic at best. Oliver was tempted to steal a lamp or something to teach this kid a lesson about trusting strangers, but his limbs felt heavy and his eyelids more so. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt just to rest his eyes a minute? And then he could steal the kid’s toilet seat, let him explain that to his parents! Yeah, that was a good plan… Oliver’s eyes closed, and within minutes he was fast asleep.

icybluespirit:

wingsandheartstrings:

icybluespirit:

Send me a ۵ and my character will react to having your character come up behind them and start kissing their shoulder up their neck.

So much for that picture. Jack’s eyes immediately slip closed, and his shoulders relax. He wasn’t sure which one it was, and gathering there hadn’t been a flash of the camera, or even the click to tell Jack it had been taken, he could guess it was either of them. “Mmm.” He makes a happy sound and tilts his head slightly to the side to give whichever one of them it was better access. “Is it break time?”

Adam and Oliver stood together a moment, watching him adoringly and joining their hands loosely before they headed upstairs. It had been a long day, and after a moment’s debate they took his suggestion literally and went about getting comfortable. Adam changed into worn jeans and a large t-shirt with Captain America’s shield on the front, and Oliver pulled on shorts and a faded Iron Man shirt with the sleeves and neck cut out.

They figured it would take Jack a little while to finish, so Adam curled up on the couch with a book and Oliver sprawled out to lay his head in his lap, nuzzling his stomach until Adam chuckled and stroked his hair softly.

Jack was careful, knowing how much Adam liked things to stay clean and in proper condition. Out of curiosity, however, he rummages a bit through one of Adam’s picture pins and pulls out a small stack of pictures. He chuckles softly upon seeing the pictures he’d taken of Jack. He hadn’t realized the small boy had made copies to keep. 

Smirking slightly at a sudden idea, Jack grabs one of his extra cameras and tripods and sets them to the aside as he finishes up. Grabbing them, he heads up to their room upstairs. He’s quiet, shutting the door almost silently and shifting across the room to set up the tripod and camera without a word.

He stands behind it and grins at Adam and Oliver. “So, you two spend so much time taking pictures of me and decorating me, have you ever wanted to, I don’t know, take some with me?” He raises his eyebrows. “We could, you know, take very good pictures~ But first, I want to take some of you guys.” He looks almost pleading now. “My gorgeous boys in sweet outfits and flowers and loving~”

Adam smiled softly and set his book aside, and Oliver turned his head to wink at Jack from Adam’s lap. They exchanged a look, and confirmed what the other felt: they could trust Jack.

"If you’d like to dress and pose us, Jack, we’re in." He started playing with Oliver’s hair again, bringing a contented smile to the younger boy’s face.