#and then when she was climbed on up?? lort help me

[loisroo]

i just need to state that whichever daniel decided to add the ratatouille storyline to everything everywhere all at once is a beautiful, exceptional, and hilarious human being.

#everything everywhere all at once #it was so funny #and then when she was climbed on up?? lort help me #my husband was like wtf??? #so great

[galactic-dragoness]

Oh lort those prompts. 14 + Carmelita?

14 = “I used to do a lot of things”

Carmelita Fox typed furiously on her laptop, sitting on her bed. It was ten'o clock at night and she was working on yet another report in a long line of them.

"Do you always do this before bed?"

She turned to Sly Cooper, leaning against her bathroom doorway. He was wearing his pajamas and held a toothbrush in his hand.

"I don't intend on sleeping for a while," she responded coolly. Then she returned to her work.

Sly sighed, went back into the bathroom to replace his toothbrush, then walked over to their bed.

"We need to talk."

That seemed to grab the vixen's attention, and she gave him a confused look. The raccoon leaned over and closed the laptop, then climbed into the bed with her.

"I think you work too hard."

Carmelita scoffed. "It's my job Ringtail. I'm supposed to be working hard."

"I know, I know," he replied. "It's just...I highly doubt the Chief wants a report on a misdemeanor that literally happened this morning to be the first thing on his desk tomorrow.

"You don't know Barkley like I do."

"I know him enough to know that he's too hard on you."

"He has a tough job Sly. He's stern because he has to be, besides he like family to me."

Sly ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

"When was the last time you took a vacation?"

Oh no. This again.

The fox took a deep breath. "I'm fine Sly, I don't need a vacation."

"You didn't answer my question."

She thought for a moment. "About a year ago."

"Which means," Sly insisted. "That you're due for another one."

"Ringtail you don't understand, my job is my life!"

"That's exactly my point! Life is more than just work 'Lita!"

Carmelita was about to say something, but the raccoon cut her off.

"It's not okay to be so involved in your job that you don't have time for anything else! We haven't spent any quality time in weeks! When was the last time you did something fun??"

The vixen fell silent.

"I used to do a lot of things," she murmured.

"Like?"

She shrugged. "Reading, dancing, travelling."

"Then why don't we do one of those things? Together as a couple?"

"But the HQ needs me!"

"The HQ doesn't give a damn! All the head honchos care about are numbers and arrests! They don't care about you like I do!"

Carmelita looked at him with annoyance, but Sly continued.

"Carmelita, I love you. I miss being with you outside of work. I want to make you happy, and as much as you say you're happy at work, I don't believe you. I want us to make this work. So please, I'm begging you, take some time off."

Seconds ticked by without a word from the Inspector. Then she finally spoke.

"Ok."

A big smile found it's way on the retired thief's face. He pulled her into a hug.

"Thank you."

"On one condition."

The raccoon went rigid. "Which is?"

"Let me finish this report first."

He sighed in relief. "Of course, in fact, I'll help you with it."

Carmelita released herself from her lover's embrace, then she kissed him, a small smile creeping on her lips.

Sly groaned, placing one hand on her cheek, the other on her hip, and tilted his head. He deepened the kiss, and Carmelita wrapped her arms around his neck.

He had forgotten how long he sat there, kissing his beautiful vixen. But when she pulled away, a small whine escaped from his throat.

"Report first. Then we'll have some fun."

Sly smiled mischievously.

"Anything for you."

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The smell of eggs and ham cooking gently woke Carmelita from her sleep. She sat up in her bed and stretched, rubbing the hickeys her boyfriend had left on her neck from last night.

The fox left her bed and donned her scattered pajamas, then made her way to the kitchen.

"Good morning," she said huskily.

Sly turned around from the stove to face her.

"Good morning gorgeous."

"What time is it?"

He shrugged, "about nine thirty."

The vixen's blood went cold with panic. "Sly why didn't you wake me?! We're supposed to be at work!!"

"No we don't."

Carmelita stared at him aghast. "Ringtail, you don't just not come into work when you decide you want a vacation! I need to fill out paperwork!"

Sly walked over to her and raised his hands in defense.

"Relax 'Lita, I already took care of it."

"What?! How?!"

"Let's just say that I contacted an old friend who convinced Interpol to have you take time off today."

She cocked an eyebrow in confusion. Then something clicked.

"Please don't tell me Bentley had something to do with it."

Sly said nothing.

"You got Bentley involved?!?!" Carmelita shrieked in disbelief.

"Hey, you told me not to tell you."

"What did he do?!"

"He simply 're-examined' your calendar and noticed that your vacation days begin today. I even called Barkley to confirm."

"And what did he say??"

"He said that you don't have to come in today."

The vixen exhaled and shut her eyes. Sly wrapped his arms around her into another hug.

"I appreciate the gesture Sly, but next time please let me do it my way."

They swayed slightly on the kitchen floor, and the raccoon ran his hands through her hair.

"Ok, I'm sorry, I just wanted you to stay home today."

After several seconds, they pulled away from each other.

"I think the eggs are burning," Carmelita claimed.

Sly quickly turned around and swore quietly. He shut off the stove top burner, but the damage had already been done.

Carmelita chuckled, and her boyfriend gazed back at her with a defeated look.

"How about we get dressed and go to the cafe a few blocks away?"

He smiled. "That sounds lovely."

#sly cooper #carmelita fox #fluffy slyfox #writing prompts

[imultifandomstuff]

My Hero

A/N this one took me so long to write, good lort. I hope you guys like it though!! Prompts number 38, 41, and 61 from this prompt list.

Pairing: Richie Tozier X fem reader (although there's only one thing that indicates reader is a girl, so you can imagine otherwise if you'd like)

Summary: the Losers find reader after a bad run in with Henry

Warnings: bullying, blood, some unwanted touching, and cursing 

Richie Tozier

You made a mistake. A big, big mistake.

You were being bullied, as usual, when Henry pulled out his signature knife. You begged and pleaded for him not to use it on you, to no avail. He only laughed evilly, glancing over at Patrick who smirked largely.

Belch looked unsure, and went to question Henry when you finally yanked one of your arm's free from his hands, slapping Henry in the cheek. "Leave me alone, asshole!" You screamed at him, although you immediately regretted your decision as anger covered his features and he went rigid.

Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly in shock at what you had done, and you immediately tried to apologize. "Henry, p-please. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- ah!" You couldn't finish your sentence, as a first came barreling down onto your face. You would've fallen, had Belch not grabbed your arm once more while Victor held the other tightly.

You felt blood drip out of your mouth, and tears sprung in your eyes. "What'd you say, bitch?" Henry spat, holding his knife close to your face. He slid the flat side down your cheek, causing you to squeeze your teary eyes shut.

"I'm sorry!" You cried. "Please, I'll do whatever you want." You felt his movements stop. "Anything? Really," he chuckled, and your eyes opened lightly to look at him. You gave him a short nod, watching as he looked between all of his friends. He smirked wildly, waving his hand at Patrick and Belch,"Turn her around."

Your eyes widened once again as the two forcefully turned you around, shoving you against the railing your back had been pressed against just moments before. "No, not that! That's not what I meant! Please, please," you begged, turning your head awkwardly to face Belch. He was the nicest out of all of them, – well, as nice as anyone in the Bowers gang could be – and if any of them was going to stick up for you, it'd be him.

You caught his eyes for just a moment, but he quickly looked away in shame at what he was doing. Sure, he bullied kids all the time, but hurting ladies wasn't his favorite thing to do in his spare time.

"H-Henry, maybe we shouldn't-"

"Shut up!" Henry screamed, lifting your shirt up and dragging the flat side of his blade against it. Your breath hitched when you felt it, and suddenly the sharp side was pressed into your skin. You shouted out in pain, feeling the blade lifted from your skin only to press it down once more.. then again.. and again.

Only the last time, he pressed down deeper than before, and you screamed and sobbed and begged him to stop. "Okay, Henry. That's enough, dude. I think you proved your point," Victor said, nudging Henry. "Yeah, if you go too deep you'll kill her," Belch agreed.

Henry thought about it, running a hand over his creation. A shallow 'H' was carved into your back, along with multiple deeper cuts that oozed blood. Blood was smeared along your back from his hand, which was also covered in it. He smeared the blood from his hand onto your jeans, running a hand over your butt as he went.

He took a step back,"Alright, let's go."

Patrick huffed as he let go of your arm, looking at Victor and Belch,"Sissy's." The two ignored him, Belch letting you go as well. They all went back into Belch's car, speeding off quickly. You fell to the ground, pulling your knees up to your chest as you sobbed. What did you do to deserve this?

"Y/N? Are you- Holy shit! You're bleeding," you heard a familiar voice shout, and multiple bikes falling to the ground. You looked up at your friends that were running toward you, sobbing loudly. "H-Henry," you sobbed, unable to speak properly. You didn't have to, though. They understood, they knew.

"Oh, shit," Stanley muttered once he got a good look at you, seeing the blood that had seeped through your shirt. "We have to get her help!" Eddie exclaimed loudly, already beginning to panic as he looked at you. Richie pulling you against his chest, stroking your hair.

"Richie, c-come on. W-w have to tuh-take her somewhere," Billy said, laying a hand on his friends shoulder. "Um, okay, uh, take her home and I'll go to my house and get the supplies. Her parents aren't home, right? Just take her home, and I'll get the stuff and bring it to you. My mom would have a cow if I brought her home," Eddie quickly said. He lived close to you, and knew that he had all of the supplies needed to bandage you up.

"Oh shit, okay. I'm gonna toss you over my shoulder and book it okay," he told you, looking over at his friends,"no way I'm trying to fight these fools. Not on this." You nodded weakly, your sobs subsiding. The others helped him pick you up over his shoulder and walk you to his bike, setting you down on the seat as he climbed up. You weakly wrapped your arms around his waist as he began to peddle, having to stand on the peddles as you were on the seat. The others quickly climbed onto their bikes, and they all began riding toward your house.

"Don't bleed out onto my back, 'kay?" Richie said over his shoulder, feeling you lean your head against his back. Within a few minutes, you'd arrived at your house. He helped you off of the bike, holding you close against him as he helped you walk to your front door.

The others shoved the door open, and took you to the bathroom. Beverly looked through the drawers and cupboards, looking for a towel and some rags, as Richie gently set you on the edge of your bathtub. Finally, she found some, placing it under running water and pushing Richie out of the way. "Hey, Y/N," she gently spoke, causing you to look up at her. "I'm gonna wipe the blood off of your face, okay?"

You nodded, and she got to work. She wiped around your mouth, seeing Richie pacing out of he corner of her eye. Mike went to find something for the bruise on your cheek, and Ben and Stanley watched with sad eyes. Neither of them knew what to do, they hated seeing you like this. You were the sweet, innocent Y/N who wouldn't even hurt a fly.

"Where's Richie and Bill? They're taking forever." He stressed. "You're gonna stress her out even more, Rich. Calm down," Beverly said, scowling at him. You sniffled, and Richie looked over at you. He grabbed onto one of your hands, intertwining his fingers together with yours as he thought of all the ways he could torture Henry.

Mike finally came back to the bathroom, a bag of frozen peas in hand. He gently pressed it to your cheek, causing you to jump. Soon enough, Eddie and Bill came running through the front doors of your house and into your bathroom, supplies nearly falling out of their hands. They gently lifted the back of your shirt, and got to work. You hissed as the alcohol fell into your wounds, the stinging almost too much to bear. Tears sprung in your eyes at the pain, but it was over quick enough. You were now in your bed, one of your pillows clutched in your arms.

It was almost dark, and all of your friends were sitting in your room, just staring at you. Bev stood and walked over to you, running a hand through your hair,"You okay,  Y/N/N?"

You sent her a tight lipped smile,"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks, Bev." She nodded,"Of course. I've gotta go, but I'll come and check on you tomorrow morning, alright?"

"Alright," you agreed. All of your friends, one by one, came and bid you goodbye. Some kissed your forehead, some squeezed your hand, and some only sent you sad looks. But all promised to come by in the morning. You didn't know how you got so lucky.

Richie was the only one left, and he was sat on your desk chair across from your bed. You stared at him, and he stared at you. For some reason, tears sprung your eyes again.

"Why me, Rich? What'd I do to deserve that?"

Richie felt like his heart was being squeezed, and he wanted to cry as well. He jumped up from the chair and moved to sit next to you on your bed. He wiped a tear away with his finger,"You didn't do anything, Y/N. Henry and his stupid friends are just stupid fucking assholes."

You nodded, slowly and carefully scooting over in your room so that there was more room,"Will you lay with me for a few minutes? I don't wanna be alone."

Richie's mouth parted, but despite his shock he nodded and kicked his shoes off. He moved under the covers next to you, and your hand slowly moved to grab his. Richie quickly, and shyly, moved forward and kissed your forehead.

"You're safe now, I've got you," he muttered, looking more sincere than you'd ever seen him.

You smiled softly,"My hero."

#richie tozier imagine #richie tozier #it fanfiction #it imagine #it 2017 #IT #billy denbrough imagine #bill denbrough imagine #billy denbrough #eddie kaspbrak imagine #eddie kaspbrak #bev marsh imagine #bev marsh #beverly marsh #Beverly marsh imagine #mike hanlon imagine #mike hanlon #ben hanscom imagine #ben hanscom #stan uris imagine #stanley uris imagine #stanley uris #stan uris

[flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash]

113 and 149!

113. What was your childhood nickname?

My high school nickname was actually Toni, and only my old high school friends still call me that, the couple times a year that I get to see them. It was actually a bit of a process, to arrive at that nickname. My name is Ashton, and at first, way back when, I was called Ashtonio by my friends for a while. Then that shortened to Tonio, and then finally to Toni, and Toni stuck. 

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Oh lort, do I ever. Idk if I’d call them ghosts, more spirits. I actually told the long, creepy ass experience I had at my old Philly apartment involving a spirit(s) back around Halloween, but will gladly tell it again. Settle in for a long ass story, if you care enough to read it :P *putting a keep reading bar bc this is a long one*

So I lived in a really old, big apartment with 2 roommates for 2 years (I moved out about a year and a half ago) and we all 3 are CONVINCED we had at least one ghost in our apartment. Like…so much weird shit happened. The first week we moved in, our gas stove turned on 3 mornings in a row…by itself. Like, we all woke up to the smell of gas in the apartment, and went out to find the one knob had been pushed in and turned over. And we would randomly lose stuff, and then it would pop up in the most random places (a candle, a dish towel, random papers). 

My one roommate is a huge believer in spirits, I’m in the middle (I believe in them, but am not super connected to them like she is) and my other roommate was a huge skeptic. Well, by the end of the 2 years we all firmly believed in this ghost(s). We had all wooden floors in the apartment, and my believer roommate was the first one to tell us that when she was home alone, she would hear footsteps going up and down the long hallway we had that connected the bedrooms to the living room. And we were on the top floor, so it wasn’t anyone walking above us. And we didn’t share any walls with any neighbors, since the only other apartment on our floor was separated from our apartment by the staircase. She also said she heard my bedroom door shut the one day, but I, nor anyone else except her, was home. She also had a pitbull, who would randomly stare at the corner of the hallway and bark, as well as one time she stared at the top ceiling corner in my bedroom, which was the bedroom closest to the hallway, and barked (and this dog NEVER barked at anything; like, a burgler could’ve came in and she would’ve just sat there silently and watched). I was semi skeptical, but also believed her, so was cautious when I was home alone. 

After the first couple months, I started hearing shit too. I would be home alone, with the dog and cat sleeping beside me on the couch, and would distinctly hear footsteps going down the hall. Once I even swore I heard the front door open, so I yelled to see which roommate had returned. When no one answered, I got up to look, and there was no one there. And the dog had also heard it and ran to look, thinking someone was home. When I texted both my roommates, neither one was anywhere near the apartment. It freaked me the hell out, because the footsteps especially happened fairly often when I was home alone, to the point where I almost became used to them, in a weird way. I think having the pets there really helped me from peeing my pants on the regular. 

WELL, the scariest moment, for me, was during our first Christmas break in the apartment. We were all three grad students at the time, so were able to go home over break. I had come back first, 2 days after Christmas, and it was just me and my one cat at that point who were in the apartment. My believer roommate was coming back the next day, and the skeptic roommate wasn’t coming back for another week. It was late at night, and I was in my bedroom, in bed, derping around on my laptop, with my cat at the foot of the bed. And all of a sudden, I heard someone walking around in the living room, which was on the other side of the wall from my bedroom. Like, it legit sounded like a man pacing back and forth across the living room, shuffling papers (I’m getting chills just typing this). I froze, and looked at my cat, who had woken from a dead sleep, jumped off the bed, went to my doorway, and he was staring down the hallway at the living room all freaked out and puffed up. So I KNEW that he had heard it too. I legit was convinced that someone had broken into the apartment, and I grabbed my field hockey stick and phone, ready to dial 911. 

I crept down the hall, but the noise had stopped. And when I finally was brave enough to jump around the corner into the living room…there was no one there. Both our front and back doors were still bolted, and we lived on the 4th floor, so no one had crawled in a window. I then stood in the middle of the living room and looked down at my cat like, “WTF just happened?” And at that moment, every single hair on my body stood up, and I just had this overwhelming sensation that I wasn’t alone in the room, and that someone/something was standing in the room, watching me. It sent so much fear through me that I literally sprinted down the hall to my bedroom, and my cat ran down the hall after me, as well. We went into the bedroom, I closed and bolted my door, turned off the lights, and crawled under the covers. 

I then texted my believer roommate, and at that point I was legit crying, I was so scared, and told her what had happened. She had always told me that when I felt like there were spirits nearby, to say out loud, “There’s a white light surrounding me” and envision it, so that the spirits would stay away (her grandmother was like a shaman of sorts and all into spirit stuff, and had taught her that). So I laid there and repeated it over and over until I finally fell asleep. But dear god, that was the scariest thing ever. 

My skeptic roommate thought both of us were crazy, and she firmly didn’t believe in the ghost…for about 8 months. She was always the one to say out loud, “I don’t believe in you” and she kinda taunted it/them, because she thought it/they were fake. Well…she got quite the experience. There was a day where I woke up late, around like 10am, and when I came out of my bedroom, she accosted me and asked if I had been awake around 7am and if I had gone into her bedroom. I was like wtf no, I was asleep. And our other roommate had been at her boyfriend’s for the night, so she wasn’t home. My roommate was so scared, she wouldn’t even tell me what had happened for almost an entire 24 hours. Finally, she admitted that she had gotten up really early to write a research paper for class. She said that around 7am she pushed her chair back from her desk (it was a wooden chair with no wheels) and went to the bathroom. She said when she came back, that the chair was turned exactly 180 degrees, facing away from the desk. She then ALSO told me that she had woken up in the middle of the night around like 2 or 3am, and wasn’t sure what had woken her, because usually she sleeps like the dead. She was laying there and said she distinctly heard a child’s laugh come from the middle of her bedroom. That, coupled with the chair turn the next morning, freaked her out so much, and since that day, she was switched into a believer about there being at least one ghost in the apartment. 

However, all my experiences were with a spirit that seemed to be an adult male, not a child. I even had a friend who’s really in touch with spirits spend the night at our apartment, and she said she woke up in the middle of the night and swore she saw the shadow outline of a man standing in the living room doorway (that connected to the hallway) looking at her. And my roommate’s one friend, who also is into spirits, said that she kept seeing movement out of the corner of her eye in our apartment, and said it looked like a man. And both these people we NEVER told about us thinking we had a ghost, because we didn’t want to look crazy. And yet they both said they saw a man, and it was always around the living room/hallway area. I don’t know if it was a man spirit and also a child spirit (maybe the kid was the one stealing stuff and who turned on the stove when we moved in). 

But also….something else weird, that I didn’t think about until after we had moved out….when we first had moved into this apartment, we cleaned the whole place, top to bottom. I was in charge of cleaning out the 2 huge hallway closets we had. The top shelf was super high, and I had to get a step ladder to reach it. Since I’m a bit OCD, I felt like I needed to clean even that top shelf, so I remember climbing up there and finding random trash and shit…and I also found an old black and white military picture of a young man…I remember showing it to my roommates and thinking that was a weird thing for someone to leave behind, and neither I nor my ex-roommates can remember what we did with that picture, even to this day. It might sound crazy, but part of me swears it’s the man whose spirit stuck around our apartment. But I could be wrong. It’s just weird to me that most of the experiences seemed to happen in the hallway that connected the living room to my bedroom, and that’s where the closet with the picture was.

Sorry long ass answer :P

Put a Number in my Ask

#tstieff

[chubbymamafitness-blog]

fit in seven minutes (and casual regret)

So if you read my earlier post you know I’m using an app called BetterMe to lead my workouts and track my water intake. I’ve been doing some reading and decided that the person who writes their articles is probably not American, nor a native English speaker, based on their phrasing and choice of words. Because of this, some of their articles can be a little hard to follow, but I’m doing it. 

Since my last post, I started two other workout programs on the app. I did the “Young Face” program, which is good for a laugh, and involves fish faces and opening your mouth in a weird way that makes you look like a marionette. 

The other program I started is called Fit in Seven Minutes. I wanted to push myself just a tad and the graphic seemed intense. 

See what I mean? I figured I would at least give it a try, and if I failed, I’d just modify and try again. 

Oh my lort.  So first of all, the difficulty level is “HARD” in all caps. Intimidating, no?  The description says “Your ideal body journey starts now.”

Well, sign me up. 

There are thirteen exercises in the Fit in Seven Minutes program. First is a leg swing, right and left, for ten reps, then pulsing lunges left and right, also ten reps. The leg swings were no big deal, but the pulsing lunges I felt in my knees and they were a little more difficult to complete. I might need to practice my form, because joint pain is no bueno.   After the lunges, a thirty second plank, then a left side plank, then right side. As I said before, standard planks aren’t difficult for me- but side planks suuuuuck. I’m not sure what it is, maybe it’s my balance or maybe I need to build up my bicep/ tricep strength better, but side planks are always a challenge for me and I find myself wobbling. I haven’t fallen yet, so I’m grateful. 

Fifteen crunches, which, after the first fifteen earlier, I could feel but they weren’t painful. 15 double leg lifts-- When I took jazz, we called these “throwdowns” because someone would stand behind your head as you laid on the floor and they would push or “throw” your legs down nearly to the floor and it was your job to lift them back up so they could push down again.  Throwdowns (or Double Leg Lifts) are not as difficult as i remember them. I also feel them in a different area than I used to. It seemed when I was in dance they would pull at the entirety of my core, and now it’s like I really only feel it in the middle- above the belly button in the “midgut” area. I’m not sure why that is, again, maybe I need to modify it somehow. 

After the throwdowns, 10 push-ups. 10 squats, 10 tricep dips. If you don’t know this one, it’s where you hold on to a chair that is behind you, and with feet firmly planted and legs making a 90 degree angle, you lower your bottom so that your arms form the 90 degree angle, then bring yourself back up to the starting position. 

This one was difficult, mostly because my two-year-old decided she wanted to “help” by climbing onto my back. The chair I used was kind of low, however, so I think next time I attempt this one I will use a chair that is higher up and this may modify the exercise to be a little more challenging. 

The last exercise was the wall sit. Ugh, wall sits. Cheerleading preparation training was a blur of wall sits and splits. I’ve always hated those, and guess what, I still do. Go figure. After about ten seconds, I was ready to quit, but I did not. I got all soapboxy this morning about how I couldn’t quit anymore and had to see things through, and I did that today. I didn’t quit or give up on any of the workouts, and other than having to stop for a phone call from the insurance office, I didn’t take any breaks. So I’m feeling a little encouraged, and I’m almost ready for it to be tomorrow so that I can put in more work. But I have a feeling that I will wake up sore tomorrow, so I’m none too excited for that. 

#betterme #fitness #fitnesstracker