29 7 / 2014

sugar-soul:

*gasp* Friend is lonely?

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on my way friend… woah wait…yes

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I dance to maek you happy

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did friend like dance?

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I shall battle the sadness!

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friend isso pretty, she shouldnt feel sad or lonely

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lots of people love friend!  shes funny

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I give huggles to friend

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when friend is happy, we are happy

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remember to smile okay? Smile as you read this!

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you are not alone friend. I am here. Be happy.

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SHIBE OUT!

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28 7 / 2014

sheeranpixie:

"I have a friend who runs a cargo ship. We can stow away there - head to England. I just need to pick up some things and we can leave. We’ll be safe." She soothed, pacing for a moment before heading to the door. "I’ll come back, then we can go to the harbour from here. Be safe,…

"They’ll never take me alive." She vowed, hugging him back - still a little too full of adrenaline to even fathom a kiss in return. Ming spinning, Pixie whirled around, pulling up the hood of her cloak. "Be safe, mon amour." She whispered, before fleeing into the street.

28 7 / 2014

Got bored, so I redesigned Harley Quinn using stuff from my wardrobe and her old costume. What do you guys think?

28 7 / 2014

I’m putting on my Harley make up. I miss her. Anyone want to see some pics?

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28 7 / 2014

kierensimon:

yes but consider ur fav ship

  • making rly bad jokes rly at night and full on snort laughing w/ each other
  • FIGHTING OVER BLANKETS IN BED
  • 1 of them cooking dinner but its shit and the other totally taking the piss
  • finding the song that’s /their song/ but its a rly bad song…

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28 7 / 2014

of-the-barricade:

sheeranpixie:

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"She’s a gorgeous woman, chére." Ally smirked, snuggling into him - "Aw, thank you." The woman kissed him gently, a hand on his neck - the other on his chest.

Jacob pulled her up slightly by her hips as he kissed her back, the hint of…

They’d been together a long time now, and the pool party incident had been long pushed to the back of his mind. He couldn’t be happier about the fact that everything had worked out for them.

He definitely wasn’t tired now; his hands moved again, from her pockets to her back, slipping under her shirt as he continued to kiss her lovingly.

Jacob had taught her to love herself, and in turn was more able to love him. Her heart wasn’t in pieces anymore - sure, it wasn’t perfect, but it was hers - and it seemed Jacob loved her too.

That night at the pool was a distant memory, all that mattered was the life she had now. He was kind and gentle, cool fingers trailing her skin.

The scars weren’t important anymore. They would always be part of her, but they didn’t control her anymore. Her lips left his to caress his neck, tasting the skin.

Ally knew exactly how to work him, and it never took much from her to get even the slightest of moans out of him. His fingers drew lazy patterns over her back as his hands worked their way upwards, taking her shirt with them.

Ally had always been rather vocal with Jacob, after all, he’d been the first to teach her about pleasures of the flesh. She decided to match his actions, tit for tat, her hands sliding away from his hair and creeping to the front of his shirt, fingertips tracing the contours of muscle, smirking as his voice blessed her ears.

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sheeranpixie:

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Clinging onto Jacob, the young woman whimpered as the scar began to ache again. She stayed like that for a long while, tears trailing down her face. “I’m sorry, I’ve ruined everything. I ruin everything!”

"Hey, hey," he pulled away and cupped her face in his hands again, making sure she looked up at him, "It’s okay, okay? Nothing’s ruined. We’re alright. Everything’s alright, and you don’t have to go through all this by yourself."

Looking up at the blond, Ally felt her heart break. She never wanted to bring Jacob into this, he didn’t deserve to have this shit piled on him. “No one can help with this Enj. No one can help me, I’m broken! I’m fucking broken and wrong.” She sobbed

Jacob didn’t know what to say to her or what to do with himself. He pulled his hands away from her and instead raked them trough his hair. He didn’t want to get worked up and end up raising his voice, so he just took in a slow deep breath, “Look, I- I’m no good with this. I just don’t want you to think you’re alone-“

Ally could see that Jacob was fighting his emotions, it wasn’t fair on him. Figuring that she’d done enough damage, Ally picked up her shirt and pulled it back on. “I think I’d better go. Cosette’ll be back soon. She worries.”

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"She’s a gorgeous woman, chére." Ally smirked, snuggling into him - "Aw, thank you." The woman kissed him gently, a hand on his neck - the other on his chest.

Jacob pulled her up slightly by her hips as he kissed her back, the hint of…

They’d been together a long time now, and the pool party incident had been long pushed to the back of his mind. He couldn’t be happier about the fact that everything had worked out for them.

He definitely wasn’t tired now; his hands moved again, from her pockets to her back, slipping under her shirt as he continued to kiss her lovingly.

Jacob had taught her to love herself, and in turn was more able to love him. Her heart wasn’t in pieces anymore - sure, it wasn’t perfect, but it was hers - and it seemed Jacob loved her too.

That night at the pool was a distant memory, all that mattered was the life she had now. He was kind and gentle, cool fingers trailing her skin.

The scars weren’t important anymore. They would always be part of her, but they didn’t control her anymore. Her lips left his to caress his neck, tasting the skin.

28 7 / 2014

of-the-barricade:

sheeranpixie:

Clinging onto Jacob, the young woman whimpered as the scar began to ache again. She stayed like that for a long while, tears trailing down her face. “I’m sorry, I’ve ruined everything. I ruin everything!”

"Hey, hey," he pulled away and cupped her face in his hands again, making sure she looked up at him, "It’s okay, okay? Nothing’s ruined. We’re alright. Everything’s alright, and you don’t have to go through all this by yourself."

Looking up at the blond, Ally felt her heart break. She never wanted to bring Jacob into this, he didn’t deserve to have this shit piled on him. “No one can help with this Enj. No one can help me, I’m broken! I’m fucking broken and wrong.” She sobbed

28 7 / 2014

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sheeranpixie:

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"She’s a gorgeous woman, chére." Ally smirked, snuggling into him - "Aw, thank you." The woman kissed him gently, a hand on his neck - the other on his chest.

Jacob pulled her up slightly by her hips as he kissed her back, the hint of a smile gracing his lips as contentment washed over him. He slipped his hands slowly into her back pockets and mumbled something inaudible against her lips.

Smiling as they locked lips, Ally hummed happily - gripping his shoulders as Jacob pulled her up. The mumble was met with a soft giggle, her fingers sliding to his hair.

28 7 / 2014

Clinging onto Jacob, the young woman whimpered as the scar began to ache again. She stayed like that for a long while, tears trailing down her face. “I’m sorry, I’ve ruined everything. I ruin everything!”

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28 7 / 2014

of-the-barricade

"She’s a gorgeous woman, chére." Ally smirked, snuggling into him - "Aw, thank you." The woman kissed him gently, a hand on his neck - the other on his chest.

28 7 / 2014

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Her skin tingled under his touch, but her head was too focused on hiding the scar. A slight whimper slipped her lips, her chest tight with worry. Her stomach twisted and knotted - the joy of the moment had gone, now she was just a…

He turned her to face him, and the concern was evident in his expression. He wasn’t sure if he entirely believed her or not, “You can tell me, Ally…”

Her eyes trained on the floor - too ashamed of her body to even meet his gaze. “Jacob, I… I can’t -” She croaked, her hands shifting as he turned her. “I’m broken, Jay.”

His gaze wandered down to her scar, and for a moment there was almost complete silence, and he was at a fault for how to react. When he finally spoke, his voice was just a whisper, but it wasn’t angry or disappointed - just worried. “Did you do this to yourself?”

Pursing her lips as tears burned her skin, Ally nodded. “I’m s-sorry, J. I never wanted you to see this, I never wanted anyone to see this.” She choked.

"Don’t cry," he cupped her face in his hands and wiped her tears away as they spilled down her cheeks. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he pulled her into a tight hug, "Have you stopped?" He was praying she’d stopped; it was an awful thing, and she didn’t deserve it. No one deserved it.

Her arms wrapped around his waist, snivelling into his chest. She nodded against him. “I’m sorry, I got so angry, I-I hated myself, what I am. I just wanted it all to stop!” She sobbed, her body shaking beneath Jacob’s strong arms.

28 7 / 2014

sheeranpixie said: "You’re all out of cookies!"

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Jacob looked up from his book to see Ally rummaging about in his kitchen, and rolled his eyes, “I’m avoiding buying them because every time I do, you eat them all,” he retorted playfully, watching her with an amused smile on his face.

He let a few moments of silence pass before he whispered, “Why are you looking at me?” without taking his eyes off of the screen. He didn’t need to; he could feel her looking at him, though he certainly wasn’t complaining.

She wasn’t surprised that Jacob noticed, he was always rather observant. “I told you the first night we went out. I’m the creepy friend.” She teased. “I dunno, cause you’re pretty, I like your smile. The list goes on.”

"Well, you’re pretty and I like your smile, but you don’t catch me staring at you all the time, do you?" He teased, looking down at her again and grinning. That was a lie, actually, since he did an awful lot of staring at her. He couldn’t help it, really; he was pretty smitten by her.

"But you’re not creepy. Ergo, I win the right to stare." She giggled. Ally knew he often stole a glance or two, but she wasn’t going to out him, it was rather cute if she was honest. She liked the fact he took an interest.

Honestly?

She adored him.

As she watched the strong line of his jaw, the doorbell rang. “Ooh, food. I got it.”

Jacob whined childishly when she left the sofa, and paused the film for her. Pushing himself up and off the sofa he called to her, “I’ll grab plates!” and made his way to the kitchen. Sure, the food came in it’s own little container, but he preferred a plate. There was no way someone could get him to eat out of a container. It was what Courfeyrac called ‘a rich boy thing’.

Grabbing her purse from her bag as she headed to the door, Ally paid the delivery boy and gave him a tip - taking the bag with a smiling ‘thank you’. Going into the kitchen to plate up, she sniffed the air happily. “This smells amazing!” She sighed, unpacking the containers.

"D’you want to grab a couple of beers from the fridge?" He queried as he took the containers and emptied them onto their respective plates. "It does smell great," he agreed, pulling cutlery out of the drawer.

"You got it." Ally scampered to the fridge, pulling out a couple of cold bottles. "Do you want a glass or sticking to the bottle?" She asked, putting the bottles on the island while she got the bottle opener.

"I can deal with a bottle," he smiled, exchanging her plate of food for his bottle of beer. "Merci," he pressed a kiss to her cheek before heading back to the living room with his dinner.

"You’re welcome, chére." Ally giggled, picking up her food and following him in. It was things like this that made her feel alive, happy. Sitting beside him, Ally crossed her legs and tucked into her meal.

Slightly distracted by the film and by each other, they finished almost three quarters of an hour later. Jacob cleaned up for them before rejoining her on the sofa, lying down and pulling her to him with his arms wrapped around her waist.

While Jacob cleaned up, Ally made the living room cosy again, plumping up the cushions, opening the windows and lowering the blinds. When he came back, she was more than happy to cuddle, turning to face him, face buried in his chest - arms wrapped around him.

"And the week long slumber party begins," he smiled, suppressing a yawn. He’d been up way too early that morning, but it would hardly be fair on her for him to fall asleep now. The film was still going, and Hugh Grant was on the screen, "God, I love that man," he teased in a dreamy voice.

Ally stroked his cheek when he yawned, smiling sweetly. “You sleepy, sweetie? We can just relax tonight if you want.” She offered, though pulled a face when he teased her. “Oh I’m sorry, do you want me to leave you alone with the nice man? I can easily entertain myself googling pictures of Hayley Atwell.”

28 7 / 2014

sheeranpixie said: "You’re all out of cookies!"

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Jacob looked up from his book to see Ally rummaging about in his kitchen, and rolled his eyes, “I’m avoiding buying them because every time I do, you eat them all,” he retorted playfully, watching her with an amused smile on his face.

He let a few moments of silence pass before he whispered, “Why are you looking at me?” without taking his eyes off of the screen. He didn’t need to; he could feel her looking at him, though he certainly wasn’t complaining.

She wasn’t surprised that Jacob noticed, he was always rather observant. “I told you the first night we went out. I’m the creepy friend.” She teased. “I dunno, cause you’re pretty, I like your smile. The list goes on.”

"Well, you’re pretty and I like your smile, but you don’t catch me staring at you all the time, do you?" He teased, looking down at her again and grinning. That was a lie, actually, since he did an awful lot of staring at her. He couldn’t help it, really; he was pretty smitten by her.

"But you’re not creepy. Ergo, I win the right to stare." She giggled. Ally knew he often stole a glance or two, but she wasn’t going to out him, it was rather cute if she was honest. She liked the fact he took an interest.

Honestly?

She adored him.

As she watched the strong line of his jaw, the doorbell rang. “Ooh, food. I got it.”

Jacob whined childishly when she left the sofa, and paused the film for her. Pushing himself up and off the sofa he called to her, “I’ll grab plates!” and made his way to the kitchen. Sure, the food came in it’s own little container, but he preferred a plate. There was no way someone could get him to eat out of a container. It was what Courfeyrac called ‘a rich boy thing’.

Grabbing her purse from her bag as she headed to the door, Ally paid the delivery boy and gave him a tip - taking the bag with a smiling ‘thank you’. Going into the kitchen to plate up, she sniffed the air happily. “This smells amazing!” She sighed, unpacking the containers.

"D’you want to grab a couple of beers from the fridge?" He queried as he took the containers and emptied them onto their respective plates. "It does smell great," he agreed, pulling cutlery out of the drawer.

"You got it." Ally scampered to the fridge, pulling out a couple of cold bottles. "Do you want a glass or sticking to the bottle?" She asked, putting the bottles on the island while she got the bottle opener.

"I can deal with a bottle," he smiled, exchanging her plate of food for his bottle of beer. "Merci," he pressed a kiss to her cheek before heading back to the living room with his dinner.

"You’re welcome, chére." Ally giggled, picking up her food and following him in. It was things like this that made her feel alive, happy. Sitting beside him, Ally crossed her legs and tucked into her meal.

Slightly distracted by the film and by each other, they finished almost three quarters of an hour later. Jacob cleaned up for them before rejoining her on the sofa, lying down and pulling her to him with his arms wrapped around her waist.

While Jacob cleaned up, Ally made the living room cosy again, plumping up the cushions, opening the windows and lowering the blinds. When he came back, she was more than happy to cuddle, turning to face him, face buried in his chest - arms wrapped around him.