Knock, Knock.

Count me in!!

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After a year of watching CR, the cast’s panels and the Between the Sheets interviews… I think I can safely say that the most important lesson I’ve learned from them is how life-changing it can be to surround yourself with good people.

Surround yourself with people who are open and vocal about how much they love and admire you, who call themselves your biggest fan and who are there to support you through your path to greatness.

Surround yourself with people who enjoy their own interests unapologetically, who genuinely seek for the things that will make them happy and who are not restrained by what people will think of them. 

Surround yourself with people who aren’t afraid to show affection through words or physical gestures, who are shamelessly in love with their special other and who see that their love is a sign of strength, not weakness.

Surround yourself with people with healing energy, people who will listen to you attentively, who will offer a helping hand when the world is falling down around you, who will try their best to understand your struggles.

Surround yourself with people that are loud, who aren’t afraid to exist brightly and colorfully, who laugh and cry and have fun and feel with every fiber of their being. 

Most importantly, though, be that kind of person. Put positive energy into the world and you will find it coming back to you. This group of nerds is just a taste of what unapologetic genuine shameless love can accomplish. And I feel grateful every day for the reminder that there’s someone out there who, when you least expect it, will show up and love you and make life a thousand times better.

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

“I bet…” She said sarcastically, realizing how bad it sounded after. “I meant to not getting an STD…” She added awkwardly.

“Peg me more of a Russian Opera girl? ” She joked condescendingly.

“ I’ll have you know miss sassy that I’m a very sexy lady.” I wink 

“ Nah, I pegged you more for classic or even jazz.” 

Oh,shit.

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missrosalyngrace:

peyton-keating:

Taken aback by her kind words, I say nothing and turn to make her a hot-cocoa. I specifically choose my sassy mug with a a cat on it saying ‘Oops. I don’t care’ figuring it would suit her nicely. “Make yourself at home.” I tell her looking over my shoulder. I hand over the mug and bring my free hand up for her to shake.

”Rosie.”

“Aha, nice mug. I like that cat. so uh thanks for letting me come in.. I didn’t expect you to be so nice. I met the other lady uhh.. Nina I think and she wasn’t exactly welcoming, haha.” As I speak I take a sip and sit down on the white loveseat.

Knock, knock.

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

It takes a long time for the Delarosa family to all get out of the door together. At around 4 she began helping Nathalia get ready, changing her out of her shirt with spaghetti stains on it and into a floral sweater. Nikolai is 9 and can get ready himself, but rarely chooses to. So with all that being said, they ended up leaving their apartment at five past five.

Nina grabbed both Nathalia and Nikolai’s hands, before she shut the door and jiggled the handle to make sure it was locked. She approached Rosie’s door but stopped before knocking. “Why aren’t you knocking? I can do it,” Nathalia squealed. “How about you knock on this door for me first, milaya moya,” Nina offered sweetly. Nathalia excitedly scurried over to the door beside them and obnoxiously pounded on the door. “Knock knock!” She proclaimed. I’m sure Rosie wouldn’t mind some extra company,’ She thought. They stood their together in a huddle as they waited for a response.

“ Dammit stop being chicken Pey. Just splash it on.” Standing in the mirror peyton glares aat her reflection. Specifically at the blood oozing cut on her shoulder. Snatching the bottle of rum she takes a sip. Not thinking about it anymore she splashes probably more than necessary onto the wound. “ Fucking hell.” She says through gritted teeth. “knock knock!” She faintly hears a voice say fading over the sound of her heart beating in her ears. “ One second!” Peyton thinks she yells. “ Shit gotta hurry.” She mumbles to herself. Grabbing the bandages she scrambles to wound around her arm till about mid bicep. She grabs the long sleeve shirt hanging off the mirror and pulls it over her head. She then adjusts the shirt to cover the make job bandaging. Jogging over to the front door she swings it open. “What do you wan-Oh hey, uh what’s up?”  She looks to see Nina with two kids. Peyton crouches down twitching a little because it stretched her wound but she grits her teeth and did it anyway to be level with them. “ Hi, Nina.” she quickly glance at her. “ And who are these guys? what’re your names?”. Peyton looks to the kids to answer.

Outing with the family, Rosie & unexpected guests

missrosalyngrace:

A knock interrupts me from an episode of Veronica Mars. I push the pause button a little too aggressively and pad my way over to the door. I open the door, feeling conscious of my polka dot onesie and bunnie slippers. “Hello?” I ask timidly. I look up to see a slightly disheveled woman with dark cropped hair and wicked sleeve tattoos.. 

Oh. It’s my new neighbor.

“ Um uh hey...” I mumble.

Damn it, get it together. “ Is there any chance you got some batteries- and maybe even a lighter?!” I rush to get it out. Ugh I don’t like asking for help.

Knock, knock.

nina-delarosa:. 

I don’t hate you, I just don’t know you. Plus, you might feel like the odd one out sitting beside my fiance.

…but, we could plan to do something. If you want. There’s that cat lady across from me that would probably be up to do something as well.

That’s true. ooh, la la. Lovers paradise huh. what’s his name? We should I need to get out of my apartment. It gets so boring. I think I’ve seen that cat lady.. I think she’s the woman who gave me batteries that one time.

Has anyone seen Moana?

When the brain worms are worming, OC’s go through it.

Where Do The Wild Things Go?

December 31, 2021.

Sergeant Jane Doe. Due to your recent behavior. Involving the incident of Trident 994. Your file is being placed under review. We will contact you upon further investigation of said incident, which resulted in the loss of lives of your squadron. You will know our verdict within the month. Until then you’re not permitted to fly, and confined to base barracks. You’re grounded for the duration of this investigation.

Her fist slams into the the wall of her room, now prison. A feral snarl leaving her fresh stitched up-broken lips as her knuckles hit plaster. Her other hand crumples the correspondence letter between blanched fingers.

They clipped her wings. No. They tore them out. Clean political fingers dug deep into the bloody mess of her wings, blood she’d shed in their name. In their service. By the fistful, they pulled, and pulled, and pulled.

The throb of her knuckles, the drip of blood through broken gloves, is non-existent. Not even a steady throb. It wasn’t real.

“They can’t do this!” She rasps, voice trembling. This was all she had. Her use was here, in digging people out of the hell they’ve found themselves in. Grasping arms and pulling them up out of reach of death. Back to safety, back to home. It was not their time, not yet.

“They can’t fucking do this.” Her shoulders begin to shake, dusty near noir hair falling over her face, lungs heaving with an attempt at breath that would not come. Trident 994 was never supposed to happen. All those people. She could have saved them. She knew it, if they had listened.

They had not, and the mantle of death dove in. She did not come back out the same.

Why send her. The Reaper. The decider of those who got to see the ferrymen’s boat. If they did not want her to reap what they had sowed? They had molded her. Fresh and willing, so young.. so naive. Gave her the black cloak and pushed the scythe into her hands and sent her off to swing. They were trying to contain death.

Death could not be contained.

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