I will try to post something tomorrow

Our Little Secret-Part Five

Summary: You and Dean figure out how to tell Sam. Later the two of you try something that Dean hasn’t really done


Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled/Kink: Face Fucking for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 4300

Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral, rough sex, squirting, language

A/N: I’m sorry. I was going to wait until tomorrow afternoon to post this, but I couldn’t help myself. Thank you so much for reading. I absolutely love writing this series and sharing it with you. Any feedback is always appreciated.

“You want to tell Sam?” He’s got that crease on his forehead, “I thought you didn’t want him to know.”

You smile, stretching your neck, kissing right below his ear, “But you do.”

“You’re okay with it?” He’s confused, “You’re sure?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I’m sure.”

You’re not sure, not at all, but you kinda need to take the chance.

Dean pulls you up, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply before breaking away.

You giggle, “I guess it will be easier too, we won’t have to come up with excuses for getting a different room.”

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Things to Ask a Diviner When You Don’t Know What to Ask

So let’s say that you’ve found a diviner that you really like, and you want to get a reading from them, and you don’t know what to ask. Or, let’s say you do your own divination, and you want to ask your cards/runes/other divinatory tool something besides the general reading - some specific information that will help you, but you just can’t figure out how to ask.

Here is that list!

(P.S., This post was the idea of @resonance-of-libra​. I’m just the one who made it.)

  • Is there anything I would benefit from knowing that I have not asked about?
  • How will tomorrow be for me?
  • Are any spiritual entities trying to contact me? Who? What are they trying to say?
  • Is there anything I’m forgetting?
  • What does my subconscious want to say to me that I’ve ignored?
  • What do I need to focus on in life right now?
  • What is my pet thinking about?
  • What should I draw/write about?
  • Has anyone done magic on me without my knowledge? Who? What kind?
  • Is anyone gossiping about me?
  • How do others view me?
  • How can I be more true to myself?
  • What do my ancestral spirits think of me?
  • How can I connect with my god/spirits/true self/nature?
  • What did that dream mean?
  • Do I have any surprises in store for me in my immediate future?
  • What do I need to know about love/career/education/friendships/situations with another?
  • How can I move forward in my career/love life/education?
  • What can I do to evolve as a spirit?
  • What is the strongest foundation I have to build on when it comes to my career/love life/future/education/health?
  • What am I not considering in this big decision of mine?
  • What do I need to cut out of my life right now?
  • What issues or things do I need to avoid right now?
  • What are the pros/cons of this?
  • How can I enjoy life more?
  • What are my good traits? What traits do I need to work on? How?
  • What are the good things in life that I’m ignoring?
  • What are examples of times I’ve done a good job?
  • What things should I be grateful for?
  • What can I look to in order to find meaning in my life?
  • What lies am I telling to myself? Others?
  • Why am I afraid of this thing? How do I conquer that fear?
  • What should I learn from my past?
  • What is the lesson before me in my life?
  • What celestial/natural/biological cycles are affecting me right now?
  • What resources do I have?
  • How can I make X easier on me?
  • What do I need to let go?
  • What part of my shadow self do I need to address? How do I address it?
  • What habits do I need to change? How?
  • What kind of spell should I cast?

Hi, guys! Thank you so much for being super amazing about sending in your amazing requests and the really nice messages you all have left me. I will be going through them soon and will be writing them in a random order so don’t worry if you have yet to see your request being posted! I will post them eventually so check this POST out and send those requests in!

Okay, this is actually supposed to be something short but I don’t know why it’s over 2k words (it sounded and looked so much better in my head/imagination). So I’ve put the rest under the keep reading line. Thank you so much for sending in your prompt and honestly, I hope I did it justice. Enjoy!

PS: This is the only imagine that is queued, mostly because it is already super late on my side of the world so I will try to get some more done tomorrow morning and post them accordingly.


Being close friends with Peter entitles you to a lot of things – like knowing his well-kept secret: The Spider-man. Being his close friend also entitles you to sweeping in to save Peter when he bails on his lovely Aunt May when he gets called to go for a brief mission.

“You owe me big time.” You tell Peter as you park outside of his apartment. You turn the ignition off and unbuckle your seatbelt before getting out of the car. “Do you think you will be long?” You ask him, locking your car and heading towards the apartment building. Peter tells you that he does not think he would be long – maybe a good thirty minutes to an hour. “Alright, see you later, Peter; stay safe.” You remind him and Peter chuckles before you hang up the call.

Once you reach the seventh floor, you head over to their apartment room and just as you are about to knock on the door, the door opens and you step back when May steps out with a big smile on her face. “Hi, Y/N.” She presses her lips against your cheek and you give her a brief hug. “How are you?”

You smile at her. May is such a lovely person so much so, sometimes you want to smack Peter for almost always bailing on spending time with May. “I am feeling fine – a little bit swamped with assignments and the likes but nothing I can’t handle.” You inform her as May locks the door and the both of you begin to head towards the elevator, heading straight to the ground floor and in to your car.

“I am so thankful you can help me out – my car is still in the workshop.” May buckles her seatbelt once the two of you get in to your car and you shake your head. It’s not like you minded at all – coincidentally, there are a few things you need to grab too. “So how are Peter and you?” May winks at you and you resist the urge to roll your eyes as you begin to drive towards the nearest supermarket – which happens to be a good twenty-minute drive from the apartment.

You laugh sheepishly. “There is nothing going on between Peter and I, May.” You glance at her from the corner of your eyes. You have no idea why May think there is something going on between the two of you – you have always been Peter’s close friend and you probably will always be; you don’t even think you have seen him in that light.

May looks a little bit skeptical with your answer but she nods her head, a knowing smile on her face. May has lived long enough to recognize the looks the two of you would give each whenever you think the other is not watching. Sometimes May would want to just make the two of you have a sit down and talk about feelings but trying to push the two of you together would probably result in something completely different. So she simply minds her own business - only occasionally sticking her nose in this particular area of the business.

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gotta be careful about what you tell an alien who’s just found out he’s an alien

a doodle comic that got totally outta hand bc man reigen makes such a cool agent

MIB AU setup from this post  

this is the only photo where there’s nothing drawn on it. the rest’s gonna be in the post

*tries to stay awake* I can finally say…My last prompt for the Lapidot Anniversary week is DONE ! It’s 2 AM, but …IT WAS WORTH IT. NOW LET’S BEGIN.

Now you’re probably wondering…

What the heck is this.

 I had another idea involving a selfie, but it was also involving asking my ex-roommate. Since I’m blue and he’s green it would have been easy…But he would have probably refused  and…well he doesn’t live here anymore. So I gave up huehue

Now lemme explain. I have a HUGE mineral collection and an awful lot of pets.

As you can see, i have several peridots and lapises (and it’s not even all of them- you’ll see later). And I…also have a small cinnamon rat called Steven - well, actually, Mordecai, but Steven is his other name cause I didn’t wanna choose-

“I think he saw me !!!”

He LOVES stealing my gemstones, especially my bracelets. I often takes photos of him with them (I also have a Sans with a aquamarine on his head buuut not for today). So I decided, for the Photo prompt, to take photos of him and make our favorite nerds interact with him.


I think Lapis is taking some…advantage of the situation…

And yes. Yes. He legit tried to eat the peridot. I had to take it because he wanted to flee with it.

Seems Peridot actually trust Rat Steven…

I first wanted to make stuff as detailed as this one but I had no time. So some of them are totally sketchy.

…Wait. I didn’t finish. I…didn’t introduce my mice !! 8D

Out of 5 mice. I have three females.

One day, I just showed the biggest one to my friends. A big, orange mouse, with a mark across her face. Since I showed her, all my friends calls her Jasper (she’s also a brute…so it’s actually perfect haha). Aaand.

The same hapenned to the two other mice.


I have two mice nicknamed “Lapis” (brown one) and “Peridot” (well..the one on the candle, also the smallest of the group). When I remembered this I immediatly took them out to take photos.

They’re extremely bonded (and I talk about all of them) but fun fact is that when I take one of these two out the other starts to follow hahaha.


actually she’s just trying to steal food but it’s still fun and cute

Yes, food because it took me a lot of time to take these photos but also a lot of mozarella so they’d stop randomly walking around on my desk.

yes Lap also tried to eat this bracelet…like wow i know it kinda looks like candy but wtf

“wth are you looking at you clod”

“spotted lmao”

And that’s. All. I could have put more picture and more detailed stuff but as I said before, I had no time.

In case you were wondering, the small rock are gifts from someone who found them near a volcano. There’s olivine on them~

And I didn’t buy the candles on purpose. I bought the blue one last year (there’s also some yellow on it :3) and I received the lime green one for my birthday (like the small bracelet, the olivines and the small lapis) last april and weeell seems it was the perfect moment <3 The decoration stayed like this since the day I took the photo, I…just find it beautiful like this. I just wear the bracelets but the rest never changed :’)

Well. I’m glad I’ve been part of this awesome event ! This relationship needed to be celebrated, these dorks are amazing and this ship doesn’t deserve all the stupid hate (which is weird because it’s also the most popular ?…). You can try and convince me but I will never change my mind about them. Peridot always looked to have a huge crush on Lapis to me, she just…looks like me when I like someone too much like it’s so obvious it looks like it’s written on the face XD

Now, I just need to add something to this huuuuuuge post: I talked about a cross over I made before the event. I will post it tomorrow ! Cuz I don’t know where it is and now I’m just gonna faint. I just wanted to post the last prompt before throwing myself in my bed.

Also Lapidot rules /o/ (and boop @lapidot-anniversary-week and @jenhedgehog …or @luclipse85 ? idk - hope it’s still ok to post now)


and then bakugou went back to his own room only to start screaming pretty loudly about what he had just done

anyways i’d never drawn a kiss before nor a comic itself + i’m still getting used to digital art so this probably looks terrible … i wanted to draw something for tetsutetsu’s birthday too but i was pretty busy today (one of the reasons why this looks so rushed, there’s only an attempt at a background in 3 panels and there are so many mistakes) … i’ll try to draw something for him tomorrow

i wasn’t even going to post this because i keep getting the feeling that it’s bad but?? i spent too much time on this to just keep it to myself so yeah !! hopefully i won’t end up regretting posting this lmao

hobby: crying about fictional people 
extra hobby: crying about fictional people because ot the AU version of their lives you are creating in your head 
super extra hobby:  crying about fictional people because ot the AU version of their lives you are creating in your head because you make them suffer

anonymous asked:

Would you be willing to share some of your thoughts about Yuri's motivation over the rings, at least? I'd be curious to read your thoughts especially since that scene in particular has a lot of cultural terminology and background that doesn't translate perfectly for International audiences to begin with.

This is a hard one because, as you wrote, I think there are cultural differences especially regarding the concept of “omamori” (protective charms).

First of all it would be very useful to read this interesting and complete post about “omamori”. Although regarding the part about the rings being round and that symbolizing a bond I’m not sure, I think that might be reading too deeply. At the end there’s also my comment on the meaning of the word “omajinai”, which is also not that easy to translate…

This said, the rest under the cut. Of course this is just my personal interpretation based on the Japanese dialogues in the anime and partly on interviews (I think it doesn’t even clash with the “soulmates” thing in the interview from CREA). All quotes from the dialogues are translated by me and do not use the English sub/dub. I am translating “omamori” as “protective charm”.

Warning: it’s kind of long and has pictures because if I don’t explain it thoroughly it might be hard to get my point across.

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Originally posted by 13reasons-13truths

Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: “44 – Justin Foley”


44. “I’m just stating the truth.”

Word count: 1.230

Posted: 23rd of May 2017

A/N: I wrote another Justin imagine! I seriously wrote this during my Maths class and I hope that you like it. I know that I said that I might’ve posted two imagines tonight, but I remembered that I had a test and a homework for tomorrow, so I will be posting the Zach imagine some other time. I am sorry, guys, but I am really trying my best to post something.
Anyways, being serious now, I heard the horrible things that happened today and I am really praying for the world. What the hell is happening in this place that we’re living in? Like for real? Keep safe, guys. Please take care, okay?

P.S.: I know that it’s been a millionth time that I am saying this, but I still don’t accept part 2 requests for my prompt imagines. I am sorry to disappoint you, but I want to finish my requests first. Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name and use of some bad words

“Hey beautiful!” You heard a very familiar and vexing voice as you were getting some of your notebooks from your locker. You were throwing them carelessly in your backpack, since you were already late for your History class.

“Foley!” You were in a hurry, even though your best friend, Kat, was covering you up from Coach Patrick. “Are you skipping your classes again?” You harshly stuffed the last books in your bag and you slammed your locker door loudly, causing an echo to be heard along the empty and quiet hallway.

“Well,” He flashed you his cheekiest grin and you rolled your eyes before starting to walk towards your classroom. “why should I arrive in time when I can go to class with a pretty lady?”

You found his behaviour miffing and disturbing. Maybe because you weren’t that close, but he was acting as if you were, or maybe because he was a jock and you hated jocks. There weren’t any real reasons why, jocks were just automatically assholes and bastards.

“Shut your damn fake compliments off,” You snapped at him, completely not minding his real intentions. “we’re not even close.”

“Period week?” He teased you as he noticed your cynical and indescribable mood.

“No, Foley!” You nudged him sharply, making him whine for the pain a little bit. “It’s like nine in the morning and you would sweet talk to me as if it was not a big deal.”

“Damn it!” He exclaimed, still bearing with the pain that you caused him. “Your ex-boyfriend, Montgomery, was right. You are hard to get,” He blurted out, revealing his real intentions. He was trying to have a date night with you. “but, don’t worry, I am adventurous and I can bear with it.”

“Foley, what’s your damn point here?” You suddenly stopped on walking, taking your conversation with the guy seriously. You glanced at the wall clock that was hung near the department’s office to check the time. You were beyond late, but you just shook everything off.

“First of all, I want to let you know that you are beautiful.” He complimented you, while he caressed your soft and smooth cheek. He smiled widely at you and you couldn’t deny that Justin was a good-looking guy too. “And, second, I wou-”

He was cute, but it didn’t mean that you would let yourself in his sycophant attitude. “You would like to get in my pants.” You stated, obnoxiously underestimating the kindness that he was showing to you. You didn’t know him and you were surely judging him.

“Huh? What the hell are you talking about?” His smile dropped and his eyes widened. He showed, via his emotions, that you obviously mistook his intentions. “I just wanted a simple movie date tonight.”

“Jocks are all the same, my dear Justin. They play with your feelings as if love is a sort of a game, just like basketball or baseball,” You proudly stated your opinion as you thought of your ex-boyfriend. “it doesn’t matter.”

Montgomery surely traumatized you with your previous relationship. He was your everything, the knight in shining armour, the perfect one, until someone told you that you were just a bet and he just wanted to have sex with you. He never confirmed it, but he never denied it either. He was an asshole for making you cry and, since then, your thoughts about jocks has changed, obviously not for the better, but for the latter: the worse.

“Not me, (Y/N)!” Justin slightly shouted and you gave him another nudge, a little bit gentler this time. “I am different.” You rolled your eyes as you looked into his greenish blue orbs. You tried to search for the lies that sailed across his gloomy eyes by observing them.

“Foley, just fuck off!” You pushed him away and you started to walk towards your classroom once again. You hurt him, his feelings, and you somehow felt guilty, because he wasn’t doing anything wrong to you, but you had to shield and protect your heart this time.

“C’mon, please give me a chance.” He desperately pleaded as he tried to catch your feet’s rhythm. He carefully grabbed your forearm to stop you from walking and he gently let you face him. “I am not an asshole jock, the stereotypical jock. I will show you the real Justin Foley and there won’t be any asshole friends between us.” He explained seriously as if it was his last chance to convince you. You looked at him with pity in your eyes and you could tell that he was afraid to be rejected.

“You were already being a kiss-ass, Mr. Foley.” You annoyingly said to him, still not letting your heart in. You observed Justin’s desperate facial expression and you questioned yourself if he was really saying the truth or he was just a great actor: you would’ve surely chose the second choice.

“I wasn’t, Ms. (Y/L/N). You are really beautiful, an angel sent from above and that explains your angelic smile and voice.” The hallway was flooded by his praises and you drowned in his compliments. This time, you couldn’t help but hide a little smile. You were absolutely flattered that someone considered you in that way.

“Fine, fine!” You sighed as you finally let yourself in. You wanted to test him and he had to prove that he was really worth your time and love. After all, you just had to swallow the pride that Montgomery taught you to have when you left him. “I am going on a movie night with you and I am giving you a chance.”

“Jesus Christ, really?” His dilated eyes widened in excitement and he couldn’t believe that you finally confirmed the date that he was asking for. You decided to give him a chance and you secretly wished that he wouldn’t waste it.

“Oh, shut up!” You softly giggled as you shook your head in disbelief. He didn’t win the lottery, did he? You didn’t think so, but his joy and happiness was overflowing. Did he really care that much for you?

“Sorry, I’m just excited.” He excused himself and he kept his wide smile, still showing his spilling over excitement. “So, it’s a yes?”

“Yes, Justin!” You smiled at him and you had to admit that he was adorable and cute. “Just stop being an apple-polisher and don’t mess everything up.”

“I wasn’t being an apple-polisher,” He playfully pouted, pretending to be offended. You somehow built a certain atmosphere between the two of you and you honestly loved it. “I’m just stating the truth.

“Of course, you are,” You said sarcastically while rolling your eyes and you dishevelled his hair by running your hands through it. “flatterer!” You both let out some soft chuckles as you both noticed the calm relationship that you were creating.

You still hated the jocks and Justin was still a flatterer, but it was surely nice and pleasant to hear some compliments from other people. You also enjoyed his company during the movie night at Crestmont’s movie theatre, but you enjoyed his company even more by doing the extra homework that Coach Patrick assigned to you as you both arrived late in one of his most important lessons.

Sorry to Coach Patrick, but you and Justin weren’t really sorry for arriving late and for missing half of his boring explanations.

It’s almost three o’clock in the morning, and Dark is pacing.

He has his hands folded behind his back, spine straight, staring into the middle distance like it owes him money. His steps echo on the hardwood of the mansion, still opulent and beautiful even in this dimension, several skips from home. The only sound is his breathing. He doesn’t even need to breathe. He’s dead, after all.

“What are you doing up?” Wilford asks, leaning on the second floor banister. Dark stops. He looks up to the top of the stairs and fights down the memory of falling, of a ringing gunshot and hands reaching frantically to pull him back over the edge. It’s not his memory, after all. This isn’t even his body, for all that he wears it.

“I don’t need sleep,” he says simply, and resumes pacing. Wilford’s sigh is audible, even with all that distance between them, but then Wilford is there with his warm hands on Dark’s elbows and his warm eyes meeting Dark’s. Dark stops.

“Come to bed,” Wilford implores, but Dark can’t. Not tonight.

“Not now,” he says, looking away. If any of the others could only see him now. The powerful Darkiplier, intimidating and all-encompassing, refusing to meet the eyes of Wilford Warfstache. He’d never live it down.

“Please?” Wilford begs, and that’s unlike him too. Seems neither of them really feel like themselves, not tonight.

“I remember everything,” Dark whispers. His voice ghosts through the halls of the manor, falling soft on the ears of the memories that haunt the halls. “I can’t forget. It’s been years, and still I remember.”

“Damien,” Wilford says softly, and Dark flinches. 

“That’s not my name,” he hisses, but there’s no real malice behind it. There’s only sorrow, and an empty longing for something just out of reach, just out of sight.

“Damien,” Wilford says again.

Dark’s shell cracks, blue and red and anger seeping through, and he snaps his eyes to Wilford’s. 

“Colonel,” he says, and he says it like a curse. “William, darling. Wil.”

“Now, now,” Wilford admonishes. There’s something like madness in his eyes, but Dark can see right through him. It’s all a show. “No need for insults.”

“Let me go,” Dark mutters. He makes to pull from Wilford’s grasp, but Wilford holds tight. Dark could get away if he truly wanted to. All it would take is intent and a little bit of concentration and he could be four dimensions over, leaving Wilford and this house and the shuddering, jerking memories behind.

“It’s hard for me too,” Wilford murmurs, and Dark relents. They stand, two broken things-that-are-not-men, in the dim moonlight from a skylight neither of them have ever cleaned.

“The anniversary is always hard,” Dark says, trying for confidence. It falls flat.

Wilford huffs a laugh, small and short. “Happy anniversary, Damien.”

Dark sighs. “Happy anniversary, Colonel.”

Wil takes Dark’s hand, and Dark lets him. They go upstairs, to the bed that is somehow softer than the one in their home dimension, to the last place either of them truly allowed themselves to be held, way back before they were this.

liizardwiizard  asked:

hi, i just want to ask what zakk tomorrow is exactly? i've tried to google it but havent really found anything. it seems like a pretty interesting thing tho. Thanks

(serious mode for right now)

Zakk Tomorrow is an entirely made up show! A couple of my tumblr mutuals and I started it because of a couple jokes that escalated out of control ( @homebeccer, @ghostfiish, and @aqua-twin were the most involved in the original nonsense). When we first posted on tumblr, it was completely done for fun and parody, but then a whole bunch of people jumped on the bandwagon with us. Now there’s a “fandom” for Zakk Tomorrow on tumblr, complete with fanart, headcanons, theories, discourse, everything. Anyone’s allowed to contribute anything, the one guideline is to act like it’s fan-content for a real show, that aired in 2030, that–for whatever reason–no one can find online.

The more and more “content” we get, the more and more buried the real explanation is. So I’m trying on occasion to post/reblog something like this that fully explains the situation.

It started with me, in skype call, saying the phrase “I tutored Kevin today, then I’m meeting Zach tomorrow and Adam Monday” (literally just…life schedule stuff here.) @homebeccer and @ghostfiish decided “Zach Tomorrow” sounded like the name of some yuppy cartoon protagonist kid who time-travels, so they both decided to (separately) design this “Zach Tomorrow” character.

We then got digging deeper, thinking what else every cliche nicktoon-like show needed. So we coined the female friend and love interest (Alexa Hadron), another male friend (Adam Monday) to complete the trio, and we scrapped “Zach Tomorrow” for “Zakk Tomorrow” because the double-k was way more ridiculous.

We decided the story is that Zakk is your normal, average, everyday 12-year-old™ dealing with normal, average, issues (bullies and homework and friends oh my) in the year 2030* when he discovers this futuristic tech called a “Time Splicer” dumped in a garbage can (that bullies, also, dumped him into). He messes with it, and the gadget sends him far into the future (circa 2230), where he meets Alexa Hadron and her father Professor Hadron, who invented the Time Splicers in the first place. Only problem is Professor Hadron has no idea how to send Zakk BACK, and time travel is super-illegal so they’ve got to keep Zakk’s true nature under wraps. (*Originally we said he traveled forward TO 2030, but that didn’t make a lot of sense if the show aired in 2030. Besides, 14 years forward isn’t very exciting.)

Zakk attempts to integrate into this timeline to avoid detection by the Time Police while Hadron works to find a way to send him back to his own time. While living with the Hadrons, Zakk, Alexa, and Adam get caught up in wacky, weekly time-travel shenanigans. About a season into the show, Professor Hadron vanishes under mysterious circumstances. 

The show was abruptly canceled partway into the third season (writer changes, bad merch sales, yikes) in 2033, which left a huge amount of things unresolved. The show got an anime-style reboot in 2035, (Zakk Tomorrow: the Day After Tomorrow) which is generally either loved or hated by fanbase. 

The story keeps on getting developed, characters keep getting added, all through tumblr-based interaction. Whenever I post new content, I’ll usually phrase it like “Man, my favorite thing about the Zakk Tomorrow series had to be–(explanation of new thing)” or else like “I’ve always had a headcanon that–(new content)”

So, this thing is still growing and evolving entirely around whatever anyone feels like contributing. The canon is entirely up to us, so long as you frame it like a simple, honest fan reminiscing fondly of “all those things you remember about Zakk Tomorrow”


As requested by @thejoysofafangirl ! Spoilers for 7x05

She saw him before he saw her. Which was more than a little impressive, she thought, given that she was the one riding a dragon. 

He stood on the edge of the bluff, silhouetted against the crashing waves, cutting a cold figure as he looked out at sea. The wind ruffled his hair, sending his cape flying out behind him like a banner-but he barely seemed to notice. His eyes were on her, almost immediately. On Drogon. 

She still didn’t know what to think of him, even after a handful of weeks. There were moments when he was hard and cold and seemed almost carved of ice. And then there were moments…like when he’d looked at her on the terrace, or when he’d touched her arm in the cave to gently steer him towards the cave paintings…when there was something warm and burning in his gaze that lit a fire somewhere deep inside of her, in a part of her heart she’d long since forgotten. But none of it matters if he doesn’t bend the knee, so it’s not worth thinking about. 

She felt the sudden need to do something he wouldn’t expect. So she urged Drogon low, landing almost on top of him-and she watched him carefully to see how he would react, especially when Drogon roared loudly. His eyes widened and his breath caught, the way everyone’s did when they saw her children, and for a moment she saw a flash of fear in his eyes. But then…then it dissipated. He didn’t look afraid. The look in his eye turned into one of pure wonderment. She couldn’t place it at first; it had been so long since anyone had looked at her children with anything other than fear. 

He looked at the dragon like he was a miracle, not an unimaginable threat. 

Slowly, slowly, he pulled off his glove and reached out his hand and she felt fear spark in her stomach-what if Drogon killed him? The last thing she wanted was to find another enemy in the North once they heard that she’d accidentally murdered their king. But Drogon didn’t seem bothered; he sniffed his hand, almost curiously…and then Jon pressed his hand to the smooth scales under his jaw. She caught her breath, though she wasn’t sure whether it was from awe or relief. 

It was like a man petting a dog; Jon was tentative and careful, reminded at every moment of the dragon’s sharp teeth that could rip through bone and flesh with a single though, but not afraid. The only sound was the wind off the waves and Drogon’s heavy breathing, and her heart beating out of her chest. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. It couldn’t be happening…but it was. And Drogon let out a high whiffling sound, almost like a sigh of pleasure. 

Aware that Drogon had the patience of a wound coil, she climbed off his back and slid to the soft ground. She landed softly in the grass, boots absorbing most of the impact-and Drogon pulled away as soon as she was free of his tail, glancing back at her one last time as if to make sure she was unharmed before he flew away, off to join his brothers. Jon looked just as shocked as she felt. 

But he took it in stride, the way he always did. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” She felt she had to say something, provide some sort of explanation. 

“Wasn’t the word I was thinking of…but yes. Yes they are. Gorgeous beasts.” 

She thought he almost meant it-but even so, she knew that she’d never look at him the same way again. 

Drogon saw…something in him. Perhaps she should acknowledge that she did too. 

There was something…different about the human. 

Drogon didn’t really care much for humans, one way or another-they all looked the same, sounded the same, even tasted the same. The only human he cared about was his mother; he could sense when she was in pain or afraid, when she needed his protection. She was his rider and he would protect her with everything he had from her enemies. 

Perhaps it was the fact that his mother liked him. She treated him differently than she treated the others; he would sometimes see her looking at him out of the corner of her eye and vice versa, the way they would sometimes brush past each other at just the right moment so their skin would brush and they’d jump apart as if shocked. But she always felt confused and unsure around him so Drogon had learned to be on his guard, should he need to tear this strange man’s throat out. 

The man had faced him with no fear, as if he was a dog to be tamed. Drogon had respected that; he grew tired of the men that he burned alive who cried and shat their pants when they died, who would run and hide if they heard his roar or saw his wings. A brave man felt different than a dying man…and this man’s fear was fleeting, simmering under the surface of a greater sense of wonder. 

And then he’d tried to touch him. Normally Drogon would have balked at this; he wasn’t a dog or a sheep, to be pet at anyone’s leisure. Even his mother barely pet him more than she had to; his younger brother craved a human touch but he’d always found it strange and unnerving. But this man’s touch had been different…it had reminded him of his mother. 

In fact, the more he thought about it the more the man reminded him of his mother. 

There was a connection between them, one he couldn’t quite understand-but he knew it was something he hadn’t expected to feel with another living soul. But now he had, and it complicated everything. 

Viserion and Rhaegal flew to meet him, wondering what had happened. He snapped at them; the problem wasn’t theirs to trouble themselves with. They were quick enough to follow him when he went hunting for flying fish, swooping low over the fleet to to grab fish and causing all of the men on board to run belowdecks. 

The problem of this man in black was his to solve. What could that connection possibly mean-and was there any way it could be dangerous? No matter what happened, his loyalty was always to his mother. 

But somehow, he didn’t think there was any danger. At least, not from this stranger.

My first time trying Drogon’s POV! I can honestly say that I never thought I’d have to write in the POV of a dragon before I started this blog…

I’m going to do my best to post a new chapter of my multi chapter fic, Forever and Always, tomorrow…and possibly something after the episode provided I’m not too emotionally scarred, which I can’t promise. Like, it’s a problem. I’m going to cry a lot. But that’s why I write fics, because then there can always be a world where I fix things. 

But as always, send me prompts, headcanons, asks, whatever-my inbox is open and I’m trash for this ship.

anonymous asked:


Hobi: Well I just started learning but I can try to do a spin.. But just keep in mind that…

Hobi: Also, I tried teaching Kook how to pole dance too! Let’s see how’s he’s doing…

Hobi: welp.. at least he can spin

Jin: Im so done with him…

Not Right Now- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by clibphotography

Requested: Yes 

Request:  “Can you do an Andre imagine where the boys chirp at him for asking the reader to marry him at a young age?”

Authors Note: I hope you like it. 


Warning: Marriage 

Ps: For me, school is starting tomorrow along with Field hockey season. I will try to post when I can. Im always on here so don't be afraid to message me.- I love you.

You and Andre got up and did your usual morning routine. You made breakfast, took a shower, and got ready for your day. To you, it was another Monday, but to Andre, it was the biggest day of his life.

“By babe, see you later,” you said giving him a kiss.

“Y/n… I wanted to ask you something” he said taking your hand.

“What is it?” you asked him concerned.

“I want to cook you dinner tonight,” he said with a smile.

“Ok, I’m fine with that. I thought you were going to ask me something serious.“ You said while grabbing your things to leave.

“You have no idea” Andre whispered.

“What was that?” You asked not knowing what he said.

“Nothing, I just hope you have a good day,” he said while bringing you in for one last kiss.

As you headed to class you were trying to figure out what was up with Andre. He’s been acting strange for the last few weeks, but you really didn’t know why. After you left, Andre got ready to go to morning practice.

“ Morning Tom,” Andre said while setting down his gym bag.

“Morning Bro, anything new going on?” Tom asked while putting on his chest padding.

“Actually I wanted to tell you something, but it’s just between you and me,” Andre said nervously.

“Andre we are like family, you can tell me anything,” Tom said reassuringly.

“ Ummm…….. I wanted to ask Y/n to marry me” Andre whispered to Tom.

“You’re joking….. right?” Tom said a little taken back.

“What do you mean?” Andre asked confused

“It’s just that you are so young Andre. You have your whole life ahead of you.” Tom said in shock.

“ I know I do, but I really want to spend the rest of it with Y/n,” he said getting a little upset.

“I know, I feel the same way about Taylor. Even though I feel that way about her, I’m not going to marry her anytime soon.” Tom protested.

“We will continue this conversation later.” Tom continued.

“For most of practice, Andre was off his game and his team noticed.

“Andre, I want to talk to you for a second” Alex said while skating over to him.

“Tom told me about you asking Y/n to marry you.” Alex continued.

“TOM, YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD NOT TELL ANYONE!” Andre shouted across the ice.


“You can’t blame him,” Alex said nudging Andres’ head.

“I know,” Andre said frustrated.

“ I love you and Y/n, but I think you’re too young to be getting married,” Alex said skating along next to Andre.

“Does everyone think this?” Andre said getting even more frustrated.

“Being married is a lot of work, it takes a lot of time,” Alex said seriously.

“I know, I just wish people would understand that I’m ready,” Andre said calmly.

“We do think you are ready but just not right now,” Alex said skating away.

Practice wrapped up fairly quickly, and soon everyone was back into the locker room. You had gotten out of class early so you decided to meet Andre.

“Hey guys,” you said walking into the locker room.

“Hey Y/n,” everyone said tiredly.

“What’s going on?” you asked concerned.

“ Your boyfriend,” Tom said pulling you into a hug.

“Whats wrong with Andre?” You asked confused.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” Alex said walking you out of the locker room.

“Why is no one telling me what’s wrong?” you asked getting flustered.

“Andre told us that today he was planning on asking you a question,” Tom said not knowing how to break it to you.

“What’s the question?” You asked.

“He was going to ask you to marry him, but we told him that he was not ready,” Alex said bluntly.

“Wow!… Ummm….Do you know where I can find him? You asked in shock.

“He’s  out on the ice” Tom directed you.

You walked to the entrance of the ice to find Andre shooting goals.

“Hey,” you said while walking up to him.

“Hey…. so I’m guessing you know what happened,” Andre said sadly.

“ Now I know why you wanted to cook dinner tonight, even though you never do,” you said hugging him.

“I just wanted to let you know that I will marry you, but not right now,” you said looking up at him.

“I understand,” he said kissing your forehead.

“ I definitely want to marry you, but in the future,” you said not letting go of him.

“So if I asked you tomorrow would you say yes? He said jokingly.

“I mean years not hours Burakovsky.” You said laughing.

“I love you,” Andre said leaning in to kiss you.

“I love you too” you responded.

1 note = 1 minute on the cross trainer!

Work me out, tumblr! 

Also reply to this post or send me an ask with a move or exercise or something and i’ll do it all in tomorrows workout! 

EDIT: Since this has got so many notes and I am only a human not some hardcore celestial being with amazing endurance, I’m going to spread the time over more than just the cross trainer. Treadmill & Bike, Welcome to the party! 

EDIT: this may have to be broken into two workouts! I’ll try as many minutes as I can but 140+ plus minutes of cardio after a full day work may be difficult! I’ll keep you posted ❤️
Bang Yongguk Appreciation Post #1 Gummy Smile

Okay so this is the start of my ‘Bang Yongguk Appreciation’ Series. Prepare yourself: it’s going to be long (i’ve warned you) and some stupid and totally useless dumbass comments from me but you can just skip them and look at the gifs

Here you have a little sneak peak of what’s waiting for you:

Contagious, isn’t it?

Originally posted by junhongsprincess

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Marry Me L.H.

Anon Requested: can you do an imagine where Luke is all frantic and worried about going on tour because he doesn’t want to mess up the relationship or put himself in a position to lose y/n, so y/n stops him by saying something like “Then don’t.” and then proposes to him Hope you like it babe (:

Tomorrow I’ll have the whole day to write so I’ll try to have something to post by tomorrow night. Feedback will be appreciated

Word Count: 638

Masterlist/ Requests/ Prompts (the prompts are not mine)

When I opened the door of the house me and my long time boyfriend shared I wasn’t expecting to see him walking around frantic, grabbing his hair with his hands, tugging it at some points. Luke looked like a mess, with an old t shirt with holes and his usual ripped black skinny jeans, bags under his eyes and his cheeks were red. I dropped everything I had in my hands and went running to the couch where he was sitting.

His head snapped up once he heard me, our eyes meetings and I could see the hurt in them. My heart broke at the sight. With my knees on the floor, I put my arms around his torso. He breathed out and broke down into sobs, his head on his hands. Though I had to bit my inside cheek to not cry, I stayed strong for him.

My hands made their way to his back, caressing him, feeling him relax shortly after. I left some kisses along his jaw, knowing how much that helped him to steady his breathing.

“I got you. I’m here and I got you.” I whispered in his ear.

We stayed like that for God knows how long, but then Luke pulled away and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. I put my hand on his and interlaced our fingers. I didn’t need to ask him what happened as he told me immediately.

“I have to go on tour again. I’ll be four months away.” But you have just come back from tour, I thought but decided not to. Instead I asked him where they were going to travel. “It starts in Australia and it will end in Canada.”

A few more tears left his eyes and I instantly remembered the fight we had while he was on tour. We both felt like we couldn’t take being away anymore but he didn’t want us to break up. We had a massive argument on a Skype call in which we tried to see whether we were going to split up or not. I had never watched Luke cry so much and later told me that it was because he wouldn’t be able to lose me.

When he got back from tour we spent a few days in bed, making love, cuddling and talking. The argument was something that was stuck in our heads. We promised to never let something like the distance fight like that ever again, though. But now he feared that the promise would be broken.

“I don’t want us fighting again and feeling like shit every day, fearing that the other wants to call it quits.” His voice was jittery and that was when I realized his lips had been quivering since he first spoke.

“Then why don’t we change it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Marry me.” I blurted out.

“You want us to marry?” He raised his eyebrows in shock, but I caught his lips forming a little smile.  

“I want to spend every moment I can with you. I want to spend every minute of this life thinking that nothing will ever make us apart. I want to play with the ring when you are not home and think about you and I want a family with you. I want my future with you, Luke. I’ve never been more sure.”

He made us stand up and pulled me into him, spinning me around the living room. He screamed a yes before kissing my lips with passion. We laughed between kisses, our hearts beating at the same fast pace.

“So you’ll be Y/N Hemmings.” His eyes now showed happiness. Wrinkles had formed in his eyes for smiling so much. I pecked his lips once more before telling him how I couldn’t wait to be called Y/N Hemmings.

4 Ways To Work With The Full Moon Lunar Eclipse in Pisces

Hey guys! The full moon lunar eclipse in Pisces is tomorrow on September 16th! I made a short post about it earlier, but this is a litle more in depth. There’s some intense emotional energy that comes with this eclipse so hopefully these tips will help! Have a wonderful full moon everyone!!!

Create Something
Piscean energy is very spiritual, intuitive and creative. Try to tap into this energy by drawing, painting, journaling, dancing, singing, cooking, anything that involves creating something. Whatever comes easiest to you. (I drew and painted the above picture!! :)

Take a ritual bath!
With Pisces being a water sign, now is a great time to connect with the elemental energy of water. Spend some time in the shower or tub. Take a ritual bath to cleanse negative energy to release old hurts, or create your own ritual bath using whatever scents, flowers and soaps you like the most!

Pay Attention to your Intuition
Pisces is a very dreamy intuitive sign and this energy is amplified with the full moon. If there are reoccurring themes in your life, pay attention to them at this moment. If you are having vivid dreams, write them down. This is a great time to read tarot cards, tea leaves or runes as well.

Practice Forgiveness
Pisces is the 12th and final zodiac sign, the sign of death and rebirth. This full moon is also conjunct Chiron, the wounded healer. This is a powerful time to look at your past wounds, and hurts and to release them, so you can move on. This can be really hard and painful to do, but will ultimately be the best for you in the long run. Think of old resentments, grudges and anger and do your best to release that energy so you don’t have to carry that negative baggage with you into the future. This way there will be more room for good things to grow. Be patient and compassionate with yourself with this process.

I hope this helps!!