trackthree:


"Willow wants you. Like, really really wants you."

theunwellupwells:

withpurewhitewings:

theunwellupwells:

"Well then bring her in here and I’ll hold her."

withpurewhitewings

"Not that kind of tired. I want to stay awake with the two of you."

"Then what kind of tired?" She asked, tilting her head.

"I just… I’m a bit sore." she whispered, staring only at Willow.


"Willow wants you. Like, really really wants you."

theunwellupwells:

withpurewhitewings:

theunwellupwells:

"Well then bring her in here and I’ll hold her."

withpurewhitewings

"Yeah, I’m fine." she whispered, running a hand over Willow’s head. "Just tired."

"You can sleep you know… I’ll be okay with Willow." She insisted softly.

"Not that kind of tired. I want to stay awake with the two of you."


poppypicklesticks:

anotherstarinthesky:

empresspinto:

nigga-chan:

People need to realize the significance of this post, because when I reblogged it it was just blank so I think some people may not understand what this is trying to say

Adopting an animal (or buying from someone close to you who has recently had puppies, kittens, etc) is not like simply going to the store and buying a toy. You do not just get to throw it away once you are done with it and it stops being cute in your eyes

This is a real living thing that has emotions, needs, and wants, not something to be thrown away when YOU are done after YOU entered at commitment to raise and care for this animal. 

What’s just as bad as dumping the animal off just anywhere you want, whether it be on the side of the road or in a shelter, is that a lot of these animals end up dying after that. Animals are NOT always adopted and strays are not always picked up. Animals can get put down, run over, tortured, and a list of other things 

People should really think about what they are responsible for before they bring an animal into their life

Not to mention that that animal loves you, you are his world, and when you drop him off at the shelter - or worse, in the street - you are abandoning him. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, he thinks you’ll come back, maybe you just dropped him off for a bit and you’ll come back to him.
Not only did you make a commitment, but that animal loves you and throwing them away isn’t just breaking that commitment, it’s throwing away someone who doesn’t understand why you don’t love him anymore and where you went.

This is so important. Animals are NOT toys you just can’t return them because you got bored. Think first before you buy a cute little puppy for your stupid girlfriend or sister or whatever. Okay. This just make me so mad that I can’t keep talking about it. Seriously you have no heart if you do this. Seriously

This shit pisses me off

How could you be so hateful to that poor puppy who loves you 


"Ari!" Angel yelled and ran in to where he was sitting on the couch, then tackled him so she was laying on top of him. "Hello!" she said, smiling widely. ((Something happy.))

itsnotuptotheflock:

withpurewhitewings:

itsnotuptotheflock:

"Hey there Birdie." He grinned and chuckled before running his hand through her hair. ((For once ^v^))

"It has." She nuzzled her face into his chest. She definitely felt safe; his strong arms were always comforting.

"Definitely."Ari ran a hand through her hair and down her arm as a comforting gesture.

The playlist was winding down slowly until it came to a stop. Angel sighed and stopped swaying in his arms. “Guess it’s over.”


"Shut up." ((do I need to specify?))

itsnotuptotheflock:

withpurewhitewings:

itsnotuptotheflock:

((nope))

Send “Shut up.” for my character’s reaction to yours pushing them against the wall and kissing them.

"What did I do to deserve this Birdie?"

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"So it would help you, as well?" Angel laughed. "I could always do it again. I suppose I still have some leftover stress."

"Come here then." He smirked, holding his arms out to her. "Release the stress."

She pulled herself into his arms, smiling up at him before kissing him gently. It wasn’t as rough as before, but it did make her feel calm.


[Text: Lethia] hey leth I'm at Starbucks [Text: Lethia] we were supposed to meet an hour ago and you still haven't shown up [Text: Lethia] I've already gone through four hot chocolates when are you coming?! [Text: Lethia] it's been another half an hour and I'm about to leave why won't you text me back?

itsnotuptotheflock:

withpurewhitewings:

itsnotuptotheflock:

[Text: Subject 11 ] Yeah hang on I’m coming.

[Text: Subject 11 ] Wait a sec, I’m being pulled in for something.

[Text: Subject 11 ] Shit. Sorry Ange, I didn’t have a chance to text. I’m on my now I swear give me ten minutes.

[Text: Subject 11 ] The last four drinks you’ve had are on me. 

[Text: Subject 11 ] And when I get there too. 

Angel scooted over to her and hugged her. “What about Alexander? Will Ari tell them about him?” she whispered. Her chest felt like it was being crush, and she was filled with dread and fear. What if he ended up never coming home? She pressed her face to Lethia’s shoulder. “You have to protect him, Leth…”

"I don’t know, honestly right now, I don’t know. I was more concerned with telling you Angel. He’s very loyal to you both. I’ll get the answers from Maya since she’s watching. It’s too dangerous to check up on Ari yourself and even more so to go straight to his head." For comfort Lethia ran her hand down her shoulder. "I know this is hard for you, but I’ll do everything in my power to keep you and ALexander safe. Ari will worm his way out of things himself but I will do everything I can."

Angel didn’t want to cry, but she felt like it. And when she cried, Ari wouldn’t be there to tell her that it would be okay. “Alexander has to be the one who’s safe. And i have to do something to help with that. I have to do something.” She looked up to Lethia. “What can I do?”


✉✉✉ ((one for each muse))

itsnotuptotheflock:

withpurewhitewings:

itsnotuptotheflock:

Maya

[Text: Angel] If I ever go to jail it will be because of you, I can feel it.

Ari

[Text: Birdie] Seriously iPhone. stop autocorrecting all my fucks into ducks. you’re making all my strong worded texts look harmless and adorable.

[Text: Birdie] I mean you try having a text argument with this thing.

Lethia

[Text: Subject 11] But I have boobs. I’m not going to buy my own drinks at the bar like some kind of fucking animal.

//I added an additional one of my own making for Ari so it made more sense. 

[Text: Boo Bear] I never said you needed it, just that you wanted it

[Text: Lethia] How about Narnia? It has a picture of some kids on the front of it… Idk what it’s about.

[Text: Birdie] Well it’s useless so why would I want it?

[Text: Subject 11] Narnia would work. It’s definitely a film you would like.

[Text: Subject 11] You may want to buy a box of tissues, or let me bring one round though. You’ll need it.

[Text: Boo Bear] Sentimental value?

[Text: Lethia] I’m sure I’d be able to find some tissues. There are also two more of them. Should we watch those?


If I Were Here || itsnotuptotheflock || Ari and Angel

itsnotuptotheflock:

withpurewhitewings:

"Okay, whatever you say." She patted his cheek. "As long as you’re happy, I shouldn’t complain."

"I wouln’t say I was happier, it’s just easier. I put enough people at risk just by being around them, and yes, that includes you."

"Don’t start with that." She put her hands on his shoulders and shook her head. "We’re supposed to be happy now. We should celebrate!"


((I've got a new M!A)) Angel was sat on the couch, barking, practically howling. She had been doing so for the past twenty minutes, waiting for Ari to get home.

itsnotuptotheflock:

withpurewhitewings:

itsnotuptotheflock:

((NIce ^v^)) It was late when Ari arrived home and he certainly wasn’t expecting to here a bark coming inside. “Angel?” He called, a little confused. He thought they were going to talk about getting a pet before actually getting one.

'It still hurt…' Alexander slowly did as Ari did, brushing his hand over Angel's head. His movements were a bit uncontrolled but he still tried. He knew he didn't want to hurt this dog. Finally when he got the hang of it, Alexander looked up to Ari and giggled excitedly.

"I know…" Ari was smiling softly at his son as he was starting to manage the ability to be gentle. he seemed to enjoy being so too. For a reward, Ari planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "Are you stroking the doggie?"

Alexander giggled again, kicking his feet gently. He loved moving around now that he could, and did so at every chance. He dribbled a bit onto his shirt but didn’t notice, though Angel did. ‘You’ll have to clean him up.’


officialjeffgoldblum:

quicksilverwracked:

shamelesslyunladylike:

the-hairy-heterophobe:

if anybody asks me why i hate men, i’m just gonna redirect them to this post.

it’s pretty fucking obvious that men only want to invest in breast cancer research to further degrade, objectify, and jerk off to body parts they already feel 100% entitled to. that’s what is at stake for them. 

what about the women whose “tatas” weren’t saved? how must they feel being surrounded by awareness ads that focus more on keeping women’s sexy-sexy-titties-to-continue-titillating-the-males than saving real life human beings and helping survivors? 

If anyone’s wondering, those posts came from here. It’s a forum for breast cancer support. Give it a read, and you’ll see how many women are outright abandoned by their husbands, sometimes after being married for decades, because their “tatas” couldn’t be saved.

Women are six times more likely to end up separated or divorced if they are diagnosed with cancer or multiple sclerosis than if their male partners were facing the same illness.

Men are weak and disgust me.

i appreciate this post a lot, but i hope these women aren’t upset about their problems being shared publicly like this. 


"Willow wants you. Like, really really wants you."

theunwellupwells:

withpurewhitewings:

theunwellupwells:

"Well then bring her in here and I’ll hold her."

withpurewhitewings

Angel scooted onto the bed next to her wife and handed Willow over, wrapping an arm around Oshie.

"Are you okay, Angel Face?" Oceana asked softly, laying her head on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I’m fine." she whispered, running a hand over Willow’s head. "Just tired."


"Ari!" Angel yelled and ran in to where he was sitting on the couch, then tackled him so she was laying on top of him. "Hello!" she said, smiling widely. ((Something happy.))

itsnotuptotheflock:

withpurewhitewings:

itsnotuptotheflock:

"Hey there Birdie." He grinned and chuckled before running his hand through her hair. ((For once ^v^))

"So when the playlist is over, we’ll both go to bed." She closed her eyes again, this time making sure that she didn’t drift off again.

"Agreed. It’s been a long day." He rested his chin in the top of her head, keeping her close, almost as if he was protecting her.

"It has." She nuzzled her face into his chest. She definitely felt safe; his strong arms were always comforting.