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Peridot, Lapis and The Land Where Nothing Grows

So yeah. Stevenbomb 8 was about breaking up and grieving. I think Peridot’s feelings regarding her relationship with Lapis, her grieving and her way of dealing with both of those things were explained to us in one of the most beautiful metaphors  she show has used yet: Back to the kindergarden. 

I think that last piece of dialogue at the end of the episode actually reflect Lapis and Peridot’s relationship, as well as the posibility for both of them to move on. Here’s what I mean:

I. RELATIONSHIP: “I was a fool to think we could reinstitute life there”

“Guess the country side here is really beautiful…but who cares?! I wanted to have this for the kindergarden!”

Lapis, as we know, is a deeply damaged individual. She has never actually confronted her traumas, never dealt with her feelings and so we have her circling back to defense mechanisms whenever something slightly threatening shows. Her first instint is to fly the fuck away and never be seen or heard of again because if they can’t find you, they can’t hurt you, throw you to war or trap you in a fusion or a mirror. She has “safe” tattooed on her brain, and while none of these things make her a bad person™, they do make her someone who should seek out help before making harsh decissions. 

Peridot, on the other hand, is shown to have gone above and beyond- not neccessarily a good thing- to make Lapis happy, to make her feel safe, to provide that bubble-like environment that would give her security and would make sure that nothig bad or threatening ever, ever, EVER, touched her again. She found more artistic outlets as substitutes for her creative, curious mind. She stayed away from CG business (mostly), and instead gardened and grew a wall of crops. She made everything domestic, soft and quiet. In her never ending fear (bc Peridot is shown to be fucking frightened of inconveniencing Lapis) of disturbing Lapis in anyway, Peridot behaved like and enabler, lost herself in the bubble that did nothing to prevent Lapis from losing herself as well. 

Lapis and Peridot’s relationship is the land where nothing grows. Is the product of hiding from yourself, running from your issues, numbing your emotions, being afraid of the other. Nothing good can grow there, nothing will bloom in a foundation that lacks equality, communication and trust. 

The moment Peridot gets emotional, Lapis invalidates her. The moment she starts being anything other than the goofy, soft and slightly quirky gem and shows herself as a complex individual with worry, fears and irrational attatchments, Lapis can’t deal, so she snaps. And Peridot doesn’t know how not to be  an enabler either. This was doomed to fail but still they tried. Peridot tried, Lapis too, in her own way, and damn, it still ended.  

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II. GRIEF: “once you messed something up, it’s ruined for good and nothing will be able to grow again!”

This one’s pretty self explanatory: Is the classical post- breakup hopelessness. If you failed so bad at something you loved so much, then obviously nothing’s going to work out for you ever gain. Ever. You’re a ruiner so stick it, sucks to be you. 

III. ACCEPTANCE: Even if there was nothing we could do for that one patch of land, there’s still a whole earth blooming all around us!” 

The stages of grieving are well known, and Peridot is just inmerse in her process to actually see a light out, so is Steven the one in charge of exposition this time. 

The key here is “nothing we could have done for that specific patch of land”. So yeah, relationships don’t always work out. Sometimes, regardless of how much love you put in there, how much work and sweat, nothing grows. And that’s ok .

Some people are adequate for you, some aren’t. The same goes for you: It may be not work out due to compatibility issues, or maybe even you weren’t what they needed at a given time, like Peridot and Lapis. I’m sure they loved eachother, but they just weren’t adequate for each other at the moment. Doesn’t mean that any of them are doomed to solitude or damaged beyond repair, it just mean you couldn’t grow something with that specific person, in that particular patch of land. 

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IV. She’ll survive: “why don’t we try gardening in literally any other place? it’ll be easier than trying in the kindergarden…that dirt doesn’t care how green your thumb is.” 

The clousure of the metaphor is a message of hope: You just invested in one of the lands you could have never helped. That friend or partner that no matter how hard we tried, we could never get them out that hole. Peridot could have never heal Lapis single-handedly, Lapis had to actually want help first. Enabling her tendency to bury emotions was not going to help her. Without communication, without Lapis input and drive to get better, to deal with herself, Peridot could have folded herself in a million ways, and still would not have been able to safe her. 

I’m not saying Lapis is bad, I’m saying her relationship with Peridot wasn’t healthy for either of them. The narrative is saying break ups suck, but are sometimes inevitable. They are not foretelling your whole affective life, they’re not dooming you to loneliness, they’re just a painful but neccessary part of life, and maybe your green thumb did not work for that soil, but hey, it doesn’t mean is useless or broken, we should just garden somewhere else. 

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My grandma headcanon’s- Botw
She plays the ocarina and she was so curious about the game, after seen all the cutscenes(including the memories) she want me to share some things she said.

- Urbosa loves Zelda, thats why she is supportive and care about her and she is not afraid to tell the world that shit.

-if Mipha end her phrase, she probably says : “I think in a person who i love so much” an instintively she stared and Link and her power magically appears and nobody has to die… But that shit means confirm zelink (a little) so… Thats why we have what we have

- All the reincarnations are independent, i mean, Link can love a different persons (Like , Grahim, Dark , etc)

- The fish husbando at first, blind by his excitement, just admire Link, but with the time, he fall sooooo deeep in love :)

-She ships Yunobo and Riju… Idkw but since she said it, i kinda do it too

-Ganondorf (at leats for her) have intelligence, the calamity is just a wild and brute buch of saliva and thats why he didnt have a “human” body.

- The Deku tree remember all the Zeldas since he exists, and he feel like a father love for her every encarnation.

- If the king was alive, he probably tell to Zelda :“you have to get married with a prince”… Thats sounds like a fanfic idea *wink wink*

-Teba probably lost some persons important in his life and he turns cold for that

- Revali is Falco ’s cousin or uncle.

-Zelda envide every aspect of Link, even the beauty, she thinks he have an “enchanting look” and is more atractive than her,

-Link and Zelda are probably siblings

-she imagine a cool story: Link and Sidon are in a relationship, but for an accident, he lost his memory again, and Sidon have to make him remember they compromise again because the last memory he have is when he defeat the calamity, and Zelda is the first person he saw. (Omg!!!)

- the yiga clan doesnt know another fruit than the bananas.

- Sidon cries a lot when no one else is watching, hes like an inocent piece of bread that thinks he cant with being a prince.

SidLink playlist( yes, she made her own playlist):
-Bombshell blonde- owl city
- Faith- george michael
- Et- Katy perry
-flesh- simon curtis
- Im in love with a monster- fifth harmony
-in the name of love- Martin garrix & bebe rexha
- quiero que me quieras- jesse & joy
- se puede amar- Pablo alboran

And thats all, my grandma just wanna know your opinion and ideas ;)

Conor Maynard Imagine - Photograph (SMUT)

For the past few days, you have been frustrated. Really frustrated. At some point during the past week, you started seeing Conor with different eyes. Suddenly, you wanted to be more than his friend, more than his go-to shoulder when he was upset. And it was all because of that fucking cover.

Not a song cover, but a magazine cover. Gleam had managed to get Conor into the cover of UK’s most important fashion magazine, and you were regretting getting a copy. The photoshoot featured inside, a 5-page-long fucking shoot, had your insides tingling. You had never seen him look so sexy, so ready to pin you up against the wall. And God, did you want him to pin you up against a wall.

Your favourite picture of him was strategically kept at the bottom of your drawer, as if you were a crazy ass 13-year-old fangirl. Shame? None. He was sitting down on a wooden chair, his chin lifted up slightly. His eyes were closed, his hair too bed-like for you to handle, and his left hand was grabbing his pants. He was biting his lip, and so were you.

That’s why, when he asked for your help with a video, you had struggled not to imagine him biting his lip, head thrown back in another situation that involved you kneeling down in front of him. Because that was all you really wanted.

Jack had told you he had a thing for you, but you knew it was smart not to trust Jack with everything he said. Since then, you thought you had seen him looking at you in a different way, yet you still thought you were imagining it. But you were tired of playing games. Lately you have been craving his touch, and not in the friendly way it always happened. You didn’t know where your obsession with Conor had come from, or why, but you sure were more than fine with it.

You were behind the camera, checking that everything was going well as Conor and Anth sung whatever they were recording. Your mind could only focus on Conor’s voice, and how good it would sound if he moaned your name with you on top of him. You sighed deeply.

“Sounded great, guys” you told them once they finished off “Don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t know you could sing so well, Anth”

The boy laughed, making you smile “It’s really a pleasure to surprise pretty girls like that” he said, and you saw Conor giving him a look by the corner of your eye.

You didn’t like Anth like that, and you well knew you weren’t his type - Jack had told you how he was trying to get with an LA blonde chick. But it didn’t mean you couldn’t have some fun with the situation “It was a pleasant surprise, indeed” you told him, and then you winked at him just for the sake of it.

“Let me see if we need to do another take” Conor said coldly, grabbing the camera from your hands without even looking at you. You knew that serious expression on his face, and you were enjoying every second of it.

“Want to stay for a drink, Anth?” you asked him, ignoring Conor right besides you.

“He’s going out shortly, aren’t you?” Conor interrumpted, not even letting his friend speak up.

You noticed Anth was going to acept your invitation, but after Conor’s words, he changed his mind. He could tell his friend was annoyed for some weird reason, and the last thing he wanted was to get him upset “Actually, yeah” he said. You raised an eyebrow “I’d love to, but I’m in a rush tonight. Maybe some other day, Y/N”

He smiled at you, and you smiled back at him “Sure” But you were pissed off. It was not because you wanted Anth to stay, but because Conor had no rights to uninvite people from your plans.

“Okay, no need for a second take” Conor informed you after a few minutes.

“Right, then” Anth said, grabbing his jacket from the desk “I’ll see you tomorrow, mate. Bye, Y/N, thanks for your offer again”.

And with that, he left. When you heard the main door closing, you turned your head to Conor, who had his eyes fixed on the video “What the hell is wrong with you?” you snapped, getting him to lift his gaze.

“Hey, what did I do?” he sounded confused, yet you noticed a slight sass on his voice.

“Anth wanted to stay, but no, pretty boy over here had to be a dick about it and remind him that he had to be somewhere else” you crossed your arms in front of you.

“He really needed to be somewhere else” he said. After what seemed like three hours, he spoke again “Sorry I ruined your plans to flirt with him, if that’s what’s bothering you”

Your mouth hung open “Excuse me?”

He chuckled sligtly “Consider yourself saved” he said, and you adopted a more defensive position “I love him, but he’d leave you the morning after”

You raised your eyebrow again “And why do you even care?”

He left the camera on his desk, and walked towards you. You took a step back as the sudden image of him on that chair filled your thoughts again “Because you’re my friend” he smirked, and you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

But you sure knew it was a game for two “Right” you mumbled “If you were a real friend you’d have encouraged me to get with him, if that’s what I wanted”

He laughed, and you suddenly felt ridiculous. Maybe your attempt to look and sound tough wasn’t working as well as you had planned “I don’t think that’s what you wanted, love”

You gulped as he took a step closer to you. It was impossible that he was insinuating himself to you, you were probably just imagining things. But then, your eyes met his and you instintively bit your bottom lip.

“You don’t even know what you want yourself, let alone what I want” you said, your words stinging on his chest.

He shook his head, and lifted up his thumb to chew on his fingernail, his eyes never leaving yours. You could tell he was nervous “Right, I see you wanna play” he mumbled, and before you could take in what was happening, you found yourself pressed against his body, the cold wall behind you sending chills down your spine.

He pressed your foreheads together, his lips hovering at yours “I fucking know what I want” he whispered, his voice sending you on a state even more intense than his pictures had made you feel “And it’s you

Your lips immediately pressed against his hungrily. You cupped his face on your hands while his roamed your body, pressing it closer to his. You moaned inside his mouth as he deepened the kiss, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you. Because you couldn’t take it anymore, and the friction you had been making between your legs wasn’t helping anymore.

“I need you inside me, badly” you moaned, unable to keep teasing around anymore.

“How bad do you need me, princess?” he asked you, already unblucking his belt.

“Conor, please” you begged as you felt his lips on yours again. His hands travelled to the small of your back, gripping at your sides in such a hot yet caring way it was driving you insane.

You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, as he started walking towards his bedroom. However, the steamy pressure your lips were making on his neck made him stop halfway, and he placed you up on the kitchen counter instead. He attacked your lips again, your hands instictively going to his bulge. You massaged it tightly, trying to get him to react. He moaned into your neck, making you tighten your grip.

You jumped off the counter to remove your leggins, as he did the same. He grabbed your waist and pulled you up again, pumping his now bare member with his hand. You opened your legs, admiring his actions in front of you, because you couldn’t count with the fingers of both hands how many times you had imagined yourself in that situation.

Eventually, Conor slid inside you in a swift move, giving you no time to adjust to his lenght. You let out a high pitched scream as he thrusted in and out. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life as his hands were on your waist, steading your body as he rapidly pounded inside you against the kitchen counter.

“Fuck, Y/N” he moaned, his face hidden on the crook of your neck. Your walls clentched around his member, making your both whimper in pleasure. He went on for a couple of minutes until he hit your spot, and you screamed his name in arousal, and he wasn’t able to take it any longer.

“Conor, that was…” you whispered as your head rested on his chest, recovering from your previous actions.

His arms tightened around your bare skin, and he kissed the top of your head “I love you, Y/N” he whispered back, catching you off-guard “I couldn’t see you flirting with Anth when all I wanted was to have you like this” he breathed out. He kissed your head again “My princess” he whispered to himself.

You lifted your head to look at him. You placed your hand on his cheek, caressing it carefully “Hey” you smiled “It’s fine, Con” He took your hand and placed a soft kiss on it.

“Let me at least take you out on a date?” he smiled, as you saw your cute old friend Conor Maynard again, instead of the hot mess in that photoshoot, and suddenly you realised you loved both way too much.

“I’d love to” you smiled, before leaning in and kissing his soft lips again.

When Hyde goes to work with W.B., Red still needs help at the store. Jackie lowkey hangs out a lot there, and starts convincing people to buy this and this, and advicing them on products their cars need. 

He remembers the Loud One knows how to work on cars, and she seems to enjoy herself around the bunch of losers and morons that start coming to the store asking for silly things. When he realizes is because of her, that they are there to see her, the papa bear instint hits and he is behind her with The Scowl™ and crossed arms.

Soon he asks her if she doesn’t want to work in there, she says no because the uniform doesn’t favor her skin and it’s one piece, eww. He rolls his eyes, but lets her keep selling shit for him. 

He starts putting a salary on the account he opened for Steven, it will help them in the future for their wedding or their own place. Kitty thinks he’s just the sweetest.

At some point she gets a tag with her name and officially works in the store when, with Kitty’s help, she convinces Red on letting her wear her own clothes for work. She also gets extra excited to buy new clothes that are apropiate for work.

Red still puts a part of her money on the account.

Just a litttle something on the last episode before I hit the bed for a long weekend. 

The thing that I found most interesting about the scene where Morgan told Rick and Daryl about Carol was how Daryl’s overall body showed worry for Carol the whole time. I mean it’s a big part of it and if you watch the scene again you see how Daryl can’t stand still and actually steps forward a few time almost instintively, especially here..

The worry is apparent here, you can almost see the thoughts crossing his mind as he seems to shift back and forth on his feet listening with that helpless feeling of knowing he wasn’t there for her then. Knowing that the Savours went after her and one of them almost killed her.  Everything about his posture indicates concern. He he just can’t seem to stop shifting on his feet. 

This seemed to very typical behaour when he’s upset or worried. He just can’t stand still. 

It’s also interesting that when these particulars statements (and the one below) the focus of the camera and therefore the audience as well, was on Daryl’s reaction to this news and information. It’s his reaction we are suppose to see and his that is highlighted vof ux. 

The swallow, the look down, the seemingly lost look in his eyes at that moment. That quiet moment of heartbreak when he’s told she’s gone. That’s she was lost to him now, probably forever. It had after all been weeks at this point. There wasn’t much hope. 

All he had left at this point was the fight with the Savours. Because Carol was gone. It was on his face She’s left on her own, didn’t want to be around anyone and was completly lost to him. It was a lovely piece of acting and just as quietly broke my heart just like his was. 

And now I can only imagine what his face is gonna look like when he knows there. When she opens the door and sees her face to face. I’m pretty sure the look not only on his then but hers as well, will kill me. And each scene after and kill me more. 

I might not survive Sunday guys, just saying..

gifs b y @ blakeilvely

Barter

(NOT my gif/s)(NOT my characters except reader)

Pairings: Bucky (Demon!Bucky) x Reader

Summary; AU- Sorcery it’s a farce. At least that’s what you thought before your little sister, Wanda, found an old magic book and decide to try a spell so his crush fell in love with her. To your atonishment and hers the spell works and now she has to face the drawback; she has sold her soul to a demon called Bucky in exchange the favor. Now, you are forced to intervene and reach an agreement with said demon.

Warnings: Language, love making( light smut), angels, demons and all kind of religious stuff.

A/N; I am cursed! I can’t update in time for my life xd. Oh, and Yes. Yes, yes, there’s a lot of SPN innuendos *wink wink*

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Chapter 10

You have to take a couple of deep breaths before gather the courage necessary to open the door of Nana’s book store. With Steve on your heels you step into the small store composing one hundred different scenarios for which you could need a spell, being who you are, you know Nana won’t believe any of them. Tsk.

- Nana? - You call her name not finding her between the shelves. You hear fast steps coming from behind the store and you gulp when the old woman pokes his head out of the curtain his gaze glued on Steve

- Follow me - she says not even looking at you

Steve looks at you slightly intimidated by her and you nod reassuringly, even when you are not entirely sure of what you are getting yourself into.

Nana walks fast trough amounted boxes and old books. You realize that you have never been in this part of the store, after Nana took one corner to the left the hallway gets narrow and Steve struggle to follow your lead colliding everytime with the walls thanks to his big shoulders. Nana doesn’t seem to notice, or care.

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I would never; Mark.

Request: “I know your requests are closed, but could you make like a part 2 to Marks scenario i would never where he accutally hurts you and then you go on trip for 2 weeks and do not speak with him and when you get back you forgive him. My reason for this request is that my parents used to always fight and papa also hit mama and then she took me on a trip for a month but they never got back together, me and mama accutally moved.”

Genre: Angst.

Warning: Uh, violence? Really low-key though.

A/N: This sucks and I’m soo deeply sorry for ruining such a great idea for an scenario but, damn, 


You: I’m sorry, guys.

You: I’ll come back in a few days.

You: I promise, don’t get worried.

You turned off your phone and dried the tears of your eyes for one last time before walking thorough the Airport’s door. “Am I really doing this?” You thought, scared but proud of your decisions. Leaving Seoul for two weeks, without telling anyone about it and just… dissapearing. “You’re doing the right thing.” You tried to convince yourself as you gave small and weak steps, finding a place where you can sit and wait for your flight.


It took you a while to realize the situation. Your hand automatically placed itself on your cheek and Mark kept talking to you, almost screaming as he apologized for his impulsive act, but you couldn’t hear or think about anything. Your vision was bluried because of the tears that were falling from your eyes, but you stayed still, shooked by your boyfriend action.

“Y-Y/N, hit me back.” He said, lowering his head and showing you without shame his weaker side and his tears. “Please, please, Y/N.”

You turned your head slowly and looked back at him, having mixed feelings inside of you that couldn’t let you think properly. You moved your fingers and blinked a few times, coming back to your senses. Did he just ask you for you to hit him?

“No.” You said, your voice still being stable even if your heart was in a deep pain. “I-I won’t.”

“Y/N…” He tried to hold your hands, but you denied it.

“Please, d-don’t say my name ever again.”


You heard the name of your flight through the Airport’s speakers, taking you out of you thoughts and making you realize that you had watery eyes again. You stood up and started to walk again, fighting against your own instints of leaving he place and going home, on that known and warm place that you felt so comfortable in, wanting to go back to Mark’s arms.

You managed to sleep the whole flight but, somehow, you still felt exhausted as you leaved the airport of this new and unknow city that you were so excited for discover. You were scared, you couldn’t lie, but you needed this.




Mark: Are you going to come back to me, Y/N?

You: We’ll see, Mark.

Mark: Y/N…


You left your phone by a side, running your hands through your hair as you relaxed your body and started to think. You weren’t sure if this little trip trully helped you or not, but you trully needed this. Now, all those memories seem so distant and strange.

Tomorrow you were coming back to Seoul, and you were excited for it. Were you going to forgive Mark? Yes, yes you were. Why? Because you realize that you needed him. The trip distracted you from the pain but, from him? No. The loneliness in your heart was hurting you twice as hard and you were desperate for going back to Mark’s comforting arms again. If you ever doubted about your love for him, not anymore. You felt so empty without him by your side, always being ready to cheer you up after a bad day and giving you encourage when you were unmotivated. He was a big part of you and, you couldn’t let him go.

Your phone vibrated again, taking you out of your thoughts.


Mark: I love you, Y/N. I would always love you.


Your eyes filled with tears and you heart started to beat faster, a smile formed on your lips as you read the message again and again.


You: I have to go now. Please tell the members that I’m fine.

You: And that I’ll see all of you really soon. Okay?

You: Mark, I love you too. Please, wait for me.

Jack Maynard Imagine - Fallen for you.

You were not always sure whether you could take Jack seriously or not. The way he talked to you and behaved around you, sometimes had you confused. You thought it was obvious that you liked him as more than a friend, you were so sure. So everytime he got a little too cute, or a little too close, you wondered whether it might be you, who either didn’t notice he was dying for you, or were making a whole love story up.

“Hello again, guys” you heard Jack say as he held his vlogging camera up “So now I’m here with Y/N because everyone else dumped me” he put his strong arm around your shoulders as you got into the shot and waved.

“I’ll dump you as well if we don’t leave to get some food right now” you warned him, making him laugh.

“So” he continued “As I was saying, I’m here with this loser because I was bloody bored out of my mind and she has no friends, so she’s available” he joked, pointing the camera at you to get your reaction. You gave him the middle finger as you put your pink cap on.

He then took it off your head “I’m pretty sure this is mine” he laughed, putting the cap on. It wasn’t uncommon for you to steal Jack’s clothes. Anything from a loose t-shirt to an oversized jacket could appear on your wardrobe without you even noticing. 

You blushed, as it was the third day in a row he had caught you wearing something his. He chuckled, putting the cap back on your head “It’s fine, you can keep that” he said “Looks cuter on you anyway”

“Of course it does” whenever Jack complimmented you on camera, you never knew what to do. The fact that you had millions of people watching you, people who in fact dreamed of you getting together - you even had a ship name, for calling out loud - didn’t help at all. It might sound ridiculous, a YouTuber being camera shy; but there was something about Jack that never let you relax completely.

Eventually, he put the camera down and you headed towards the nearest mall. It was already fairly late. The sky was dark, filled with heavy clouds. You didn’t dare to venture London center in case the weather decided to play you.

As you walked besides each other, your sides touching, it hit you that maybe you were making it all up on your head. That maybe you were seeing things. That maybe he saw you as another sister, even though you definetly didn’t think of him as the brother you never had. 

“Hey” he spoke, waking you up from your day-thinking “You’re so quiet, everything alright?”

You looked up at him, and even though his sunglasses didn’t let you see his eyes, you thought they looked as comforting as always “Yeah, I just zoned out for a sec” you said, which was indeed kind of true. He put an arm around you and kissed your cheek. He didn’t say a word until you arrived at the mall, and neither did you.

“I don’t know how this happened, but I’m being dragged into Homebase” Jack spoke to the camera, a while after you left the coldness of the street behind and met the festive looks of the mall.

You turned your head “I just want to smell the candles” you laughed, as he pointed the camera at you while you held a cotton candy candle “Jeez, this is nasty” you said, making Jack laugh.

He then pointed at another candle behind you. This was gingerbread house scented “Totally smells like Christmas” you said as you sniffed it “I totally had these ones growing up” you said to the camera, inhaling the homey scent “Crap, now I want ten”

Jack laughed, still recording you “When did we become candle bloggers?” he asked, as your eyes lit up. Jack knew your passion for candles. He would often surprise you with a random one because ‘it reminded me of you and I couldn’t help myself’, usually followed by a weird look from Conor. Since when did his little brother stop by the candle aisle?

“Give this video a thumbs up if you want Jack and I to make a side channel for candle blogging” you joked.

“Jack! Y/N!” you heard someone calling your names loudly. You followed the direction of the voice as your eyes met three young girls, probably around fifteen, holding their phones in their hands and smiling widely “Can we take a quick picture with you guys?” a girl with long braided hair asked.

“No need to ask” you smiled back at them.

“Sure” Jack said, as he put his camera down. The girl gave him her phone and you took a few selfies.

“Thank you” the girl said once Jack gave her her phone back “Were you guys vlogging?” she asked.

“Yeah” Jack said, smiling at how excited the girls seemed to be “We are candle bloggers now” you said, holding the gingerbread candle up. The girls laughed.

“You’re so cute together” a short girl with blonde girl said, making you blush and Jack chuckle. 

The girl with braided hair spoke again “I know it’s none of our business and you probably wouldn’t admit it anyway” she said, and you were surprised at how casually she was talking to you when she had just freaked out a few moments earlier “But tell us, please, that you’re dating or something”

You both laughed, not knowing what to say. The answer was no, yet none of you made it clear “Or something” Jack said, and he laughed again. 

The girls left shortly. After having Jack drag you out of Homebase, you decided to grab some Chinese takeaway and take it to your apartment. When you went outside, it was pouring rain. 

Jack took out his vlogging camera again “Look at the daily vlogger” you said before he could say anything else. He pushed you aside, a cheeky grin on his face “You’re such a pain in the ass” he joked, and you pushed him back. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into a hug.

“You’re a fucking idiot” you said, laughing as you adjusted your cap, only to have Jack pushing it back against your forehead. You whined.

“You love me” he smiled, as he earned a death stare from you.

“You wish, Maynard”

————————————————————–

Before you could get any more wet, you arrived at your place. Jack took off his jacket and threw it at you “You just can’t stop, can you?” you rolled your eyes, as you left him behind, laughing, to change into your stay-at-home clothes.

When you went back to the living room, he was already waiting for you on the couch, your dinner spread on the table next to two beers. You plopped down next to him “So” you spoke, taking your chopsticks out of the bag “Have you found any place to move in yet?”

Jack opened his can of beer, and all you could do was to stare at his hands, suddenly longing his touch “Nope” he said, popping the P “And I literally need to leave my place in three days” he took a long sip.

“You can stay here if you want” you offered “I mean, until you find somewhere else”

He grinned “Can’t I stay with you forever?” he turned his head to look at you.

You moved your eyes away from his to avoid blushing “Forever is a really long time” you almost whispered.

“I know” you heard him say, while your eyes focused on the black TV screen “Do you think you could stand me forever?” he asked after a pause. Your heart sank. You didn’t dare to look at him just yet.

You took a long sip of your beer “Well” you started “I don’t think I could stand a girl in your room every day of the week” you said without thinking. When you heard the words that left your mouth, you gulped, and your heart started to race.

Jack, however, chuckled slightly “I meant being with you, forever” he corrected, but it didn’t make your heartbeat go any slower.

Your eyes finally met his, the blue in them burning your pupils “Are you being serious right now?”

He looked down, and left his can on the table. His fingers went through his hair, and that’s when you knew he was indeed, being serious “Why wouldn’t I be?” the grin on his face vanished. Yours was long gone.You were at ease.

“What do you mean, Jack?” you asked, leaving your beer on the table as well.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked at you. You looked vulnerable, afraid. You were afraid of him hurting you, because it was the last thing you needed, and the last thing he wanted.

“I mean, you’re probably gonna punch me in the face for this” he laughed, his hand scratching his neck “But I’ve kind of…well, yeah… I didn’t intend to, I just-”

“Spit it out, Jack” you interrumpted him abruptly.

He sighed “I’ve kinda fallen for you…yeah” he admitted, his eyes still not meeting yours. Your heart finally slowed down, causing your features to turn softer. You let out a small laugh, making he turn his head “Why are you laughing?” he asked, but before he could get any offended, you closed the heavy gap between you and pressed your lips against his.

His hand instintively went to your waist, like it usually did, just this time his grip was a little tighter. You cupped his face on your hands, slowly working your way towards his lap. He happily lifted you up so now your legs were around his hips, kissing him more passionately than before.

When your lungs ached for air, you pulled apart slightly, as your foreheads were still connected “I repeat, you’re an idiot” you smiled as his finger brushed the corner of your lips. He kissed you again, holding you close to his warm body.

And you realized it was true what they said, that you can miss places you’ve never been to, and people whose touch you never felt. But now, inside Jack’s arms, you closed your eyes as you let love rub your back. 

j: trains are just good, ok?
objectively good
i don’t understand how neurotypicals don’t instintively understand this.

p: x3
supply chains are good
logistics and infrastructure are good
without logistics and infrastructure neurotypicals couldn’t have a single bit of their social media influencer instagrams because all would be too busy hunting rabbits to survive

s: yes
supply chains are my fetish


j: supply chains are good

If You’re First Instint To Tell Survivors Of Rape That Wanting To Kill Their Abusers Is Wrong Because You Have Some Weird Fifth Dimension Theory Of How You Want The World To Work Mayhap Die?

normanthatisall  asked:

You said ask you any time about Dary's Carol voice... so here it is! PLEASE talk to me about the way he changes his voice for her and her alone. It's as if it's his real voice, open and honest. Carol responds to it too in a way you never see her do with any other character. Sure you have numerous examples mod! - Oh and I'm with you on today's new hug too :)

Of course I will :)

The funny thing is I can’t use screencaps or gifs because we are talking about sound of voice and tone and those just don’t cover it so I’ll do my best without those because it’s almost a purely audio thing.

See I think its not just the voice its the whole demeanor and tone he has with her in general. It’s like you said, it may be more of his natural voice, but without the angry edge and bravado he puts into it most of the time. He is himself, what he really is, when he’s around her, because well, he can’t front with her anymore than she can with him.

The soft tone and the gentleness is something that’s exclusively with her. Its almost like he dosen’t want to be too harsh, or even raise his voice for that mater. I mean the few times he’s done it since ‘Triggerfinger’ were both in Consumed, one was born out of hurt over the fact she wanted to leave and the other was resdidual worry and anger over her almost being killed. They were spontaneous reactions to situations, not a general tone.

See we know (as does Carol) that Daryl’s blustery is a front in a lot of ways to hide his fear and insecurities behind. So if he’s talking and acting like a shithead that’s usually why. He’s on the defensive in other words. He dosen’t have to be that way with Carol so he isn’t. That’s one part of it.

The other part is to me that Daryl just does not want to be harsh with her period. His own personal experiences and knowing hers he knows hers factor in a subconcious level. Both of them lived among loud and harsh words along with terribly painful actions, and the words are just as bad, if not worse, than the physical wounds. So he rarely has an angry tone with her when he talks as a result. Anyone can tell you that a tone of voice, not whats being said, will influence your reaction to someone. It makes a huge difference in how you feel.

Daryl knows perfectly well how much of an asshole he is capable of being to others so I think one thing is perfectly clear here. Carol is the one person he never hurt or cause any kind of pain to, even with his words so he tempers himself there and always keeps his voice down around her as well.

And remember Daryl was using this tone with her from the get-go

(gif by @dixonscarol)

That was pretty early on too, before they were really bonded. He instintively knew to take that kind of tone with her and has carried it on ever since.

Love, understanding, comfort, trust these things are translated through soft tones and its what Daryl feels around Carol and vice-versa. There’s no fear and little anger so there is no need for the the anger or sarcasm as a result. They are real and honest and it brings out the softeness in all kinds of ways.

When you think about the violence and they’ve lived in for a good part of their lives the soft talking is remarkable and very important because it belies that level of trust and comfort they have around each other.

I mean when he asks her ‘You good?” with a soft tone and a soft touch to go with it how do you not respond to that?

And think about it, it was exactly that kind of softness that Carol utilized in their very first physical interaction as well. A kiss on the forhead and a soft tone will work every time.

In short Daryl’s soft tone with Carol is because he loves her and really dosen’t need to be any other way with her and I love that so much.

Heat.

Summary{Requested} - You’re in heat and Derek helps you with it.

Characters - Derexreader

Warnings - Smut but only fingering, dirty talk

The moments your scent filled the room, Derek mentally cursed himself out due to how your arousal made him hard and uncomfortable due to his inner wolf aching to be released.

“Derek.” You mumble, staring at him with the most innocent eyes you could make. He took a deep breath looking up at you, his beautiful light eyes making your knee’s weak. You already knew your heat cycle was beginning, and he did as well, but tried his best to keep his distance over these few days.

“Why aren’t you at school?” His voice his huskier, laced with lust as his eyes examain your body, eyes wondering the the v-neck you wore. The heat was growing and making you sick, you were a mess, and needed some kind of release. “I’m afraid I’ll jump every guy there.”

He growled rolling his eyes at you, “You will not, you will behave yourself.” You couldn’t help but notice the sexy, and older man in front of you. He must have discarded his shirt somewhere in the flat, leaving his pale but sexy muscles to be eye-fucked by you.

“I can’t help it.” You whine, closing your eyes as the heat now began to spread through your body to your most sensaitive. Derek’s breath increased rapidly as he stared at you, his cock twitching underneath the thin,grey sweats.

“I need to be touched Derek.” Your words send another shock through his cock, Your eyes met with his panic filled ones, as you were quick to throw your jean jacket off, his breathing seemed to increase as if that was possible, everything in him was telling him, to grab you, to cure you from this heat. He was quick to stand, not being able to fight his animal instintics, his arms were tight around your waist, giving your hips a rough push, so your back hit the wall with a slight thud.

His blue eyes stared deeply into yours, his hand resting against the small of your stomach, his touch making your breath hitch. Without warning Derek’s lips met with your collar bone, leaving a trail of tiny, sexy kisses to your jaw, where he took the skin between the whites of his teeth, tugging onto the skin, a moan falling from your mouth. His tongue now rubbed against the sore spot, soothing the pain, he kissed it once before kissing another trail to your ear. “Do you want to be touched?” His voice was enough to make you moan alone, without an answer his grip tightened around your hip, making you whine. “Answer me.”

“Yes, yes.” You answer, as a small grin played on his lips before he roughly crashed his lips against yours, fighting for domanice as his body pressed against yours, his hard chest holding you between himself and the wooden wall behind you, his hardness pressing against your inner thigh, as he tugged on your bottom lip. he was quick to pull away, ripping the white v-neck down the middle exposing your lacy, black bra to him. His lips now fell to your chest, kissing a line down to the top of your exposed breast, where he took it into his mouth, sucking roughly on the smooth skin, but releasing it soon after, showing the purple mark that sat there. “Now I’d like to see any guy touch you, with my mark on you.” His voice was pure sex, as it grew thicker and thicker with need for you.

His hands now found there way down to your jean shorts, where he unbuckled them, pulling them down mid thigh, to reveal your matching panties, his fingers slipped past the waist band, allowing your sent to be free allowing a loud growl to erupt from his chest, leaving his throat sore. The scent filled your senses as well, making you dizzy in need. His nummble finger met with your clit, making you moan loudly. “Derek.” You beg, a grin growing on his beautiful features. He pressed it harder making a whine leave your body. He was loving every second of this, every second of how you would fall into his touch. Without warning his two fingers fill you completely, drenched from your wetness already.

The moan you released once again made him groan, rubbing his hard-on against your thigh once again, creating so source of friction for his aching member. His fingers met with your core once again, and continued to with every thrust, making you head fall back against the wall, as moan fell over and over again. You were so close, as your wall clenched around him, “Derek.” You growl, as he, if it was possible, began to thrust his fingers into you rougher, hitting your g-spot everytime with a gush of wetness. Finally your cum fills his fingers, his dark eyes staring darkly at you as he pulls them out, Your chest heaved, trying to catch your breath his soft hands met with your jean shorts pulling them up your legs. He left a small kiss against your lips before returning to his spot on the sofa, controlling his inner wolf.

Rowaelin Pregnancy: Part Seven

Rowan kept his focus on healing the cut to the abdomen at Yrene’s instruction, but he could feel his instints right under the surface.

Aelin’s face was starting to flush with color, he almost sobbed.

But then Fenrys winnowed right in front of Aelin. Rowan looked up at him and flung his magic, knocking him to the ground when Yrene said, “Rowan, calm down, right now.”

Fenrys stood up, rubbing the back of his head, but wisely kept his mouth shut.

Yrene said, “We need to move her to her rooms,” looking at Fenrys, “can you winnow her there?”

Fenrys looked to Rowan, “Just do it.” he grounded out.

Nodding, he took off his jacket, flinging it over Aelin’s healing body, and picked her up. He rested her head against his chest and placed his arm underneath her legs, “I’ll meet you in your room, Rowan.” and winnowed.

Sam had started to cry. Picking him up gently, Dorian began to hum a lewd melody he learned as a child.

“Is that really approprate, Dorian?” Chaol said, walking into the room. His clothes were ragged and he had a gash in his forhead.

“What the hell happened to you?” Dorian asked, still cradling Sam.

Chaol scoffed, “I learned what happened when you come up behind a fae and his hurt mate.”

Dorian frowned, “Rowan did that to you? You’re lucky that’s all that happened.”

Chaol waved him off, “What’s going on, is Aelin okay?”

“I don’t know. She started hemorrhaging and then Sam,” he gestured to the babe in his arms, “his lungs weren’t working properly.”

“Is he alright? Is Aelin alright?”

Looking down at Sam, Aelin’s eyes looked up at him, “Yeah. he’s okay now. But I don’t know about Aelin.”

Chaol smiled, “His name is Sam?”

Dorian figured that it would probably be best to not bring up the fact that he basically made a deal with his life forfiet if anything happened to the twins in his care.

“Yeah, it is.”

—-

Rowan wanted to shift into his hawk form to fly to his mate, but he hurried with Yrene to his rooms.

“The worst is over, Rowan.”

He hoped the healer was right. He could feel the bond’s threads starting to reinforce themselves. His Fireheart was a survivor. She would live.

—-

Fenrys took Aelin over to her bed and pulled the blanket back, placing her softly in it.

He has removed several of the pillows, leaving only one, just in case it obstructed her airways.

COCK IS ALL

COCK’s root is salty, sometimes hairy, COCK’s root must be pleasures, COCK’s root must be licked, COCK’s is uneven yet perfect, COCK is superior

COCK left ball must be gently stimulated by tongue, COCK left ball must be sucked and feel inside the mouth, COCK left ball must be french kissed until fluids are felt, skin of sack is crumpled, unevenly perfect, salty, yummy COCK is superior. this inferior being is air headed, complex information is difficult for this inferior being, inferior being acts by instint on COCK, COCK is superior, COCK is all, all is COCK, inferior being is learning

right ball is not unlike left ball to inferior being, but inferior being is lefty, right ball takes longer to pleasure, inferior being needs to suck right ball for longer, inferior being must be in knees, right ball has a slightly different size and taste, COCK right ball must be tasted until is served and it had its fill, submission taste salty, yummy, slimy, ball sack is crumpled textured and perfect, COCK is superior, COCK is all

COCK hairy lower base of shaft is yummy, inferior being sucks COCK, back and forth, up and down, sticking tongue out inferior being licks, cleans and tastes COCK, up and down, back and forth until hairs mess up inferior being’s tongue, inferior being then eats and thanks COCK for the gift, then licks again, sticking tongue out, then going in with the lips, sucking, tasting, worshipping, texture is smoother, even, perfect for sucking, perfect for tasting, up and down until COCK had its fill, eating every fluid, COCK IS ALL

COCK upper side of shaft is complemented with lower based, inferior being grabs lower base, stroking, caressing while lips suck COCK upper side of shaft, from left to right, holding COCK, sucking from left to right, eating fluids, grabbing COCK, COCK IS ALL, COCK is superior, sucking upper side of COCK, french kissing it, texture is smooth and perfect, COCK IS ALL

COCK veiny main shaft must be secures and grabbed while fingered by nails, COCK main shaft must be sucked more roughly up and down, left and right, back and forth, licking, sucking, french kissing it, tasting it, eating every fluid going down through shaft as gift from COCK, COCK is superior, COCK IS ALL, main shaft feels bumpy, yummy, must lick every vein to enhance COCK power, COCK IS ALL

COCK rim is tasty, COCK rim must be heavily sucked and licked, COCK rim saves lots of tasted and fluids as reward, COCK shaft must be fingered and grabbed while rim is sucked by mouth, COCK rim is soft and perfect, COCK rim must be dried of all tastes and served, COCK IS ALL, COCK is superior

tiny white dots on rim’s based must be licked and tasted, must be dried by inferior being

COCK thickest part of COCK head must be sucked, not unlike a baby pacifier, we are trained since babies to serve COCK with pacifiers, must be tasted while COCK is firmly grabbed by hands and sack is being fingered, inferior being must let go of all instincts from the past as baby and fully serve cock until taste is all dried up and COCK has had its fill, not unlike a pacifier, COCK pacifies inferior being, COCK IS ALL, COCK is superior

inferior being must grab COCK tightly for slit, inferior being must stick tongue out and harden it, then lick slit up and down, left and right, circling it, then suck an french kiss slit, tongue must taste all slit had to offer, slit is soft, delicate and rewards inferior being a lot, COCK is superior, COCK IS ALL

precum must be sucked dried by inferior being, then cock must be fully swallowed in and out continuosly as deep as posible, COCK is superior, inferior being must keep swallowing COCK in and out while grabbing and fingering sack, tongue must french kiss and lips must suck COCK over and over until COCK rewards inferior being with tasty cum, COCK IS ALL, COCK is superior

COCK IS ALL AND ALL IS COCK

Street Rats - Red Hood x Reader

(A/N): I wrote this back in November and only remembered about it now and since school starts tomorrow *cries* and I’ll probably post even less than what I do now, I decided I should post it.

Prompt: The reader is after some criminals but Red Hood got there first.

{(Y/S/N) - your superhero name}




You could feel the cold wind of the night on your neck sending shivers to your whole body. The city was calm, too calm. That was not normal in Gotham. You were on the roof of a building where you thought some criminals where hiding, but they were long gone by now. 


Everything was silent, but your instints told you that someone was behind you. In a quick move, you dodged down and spread your leg while turning around making the person fall. You placed your foot on their chest and looked at their face that was covered by a red helmet. 


“Red Hood” you whispered smirking “ I thought you were faster.”


Without saying a word, he grabbed your foot making you fall and held your hands on top of your head. 


“(Y/S/N), I thought you were smarter” you couldn’t see his face, but you knew he had the same expression you had before.


You furrowed your brows, unpleased with the situation. “What are you doing here anyway” he asked


“None of your business” you spitted.


He placed his hand on his chest as if he was offended. “Ouch” 


You rolled your eyes freeing yourself from his grip and getting up, returning to the same place you were before he arrived. He sit on the edge of the roof looking at you.

“Some criminals. They were hidding right here” you said without looking away from the city lights. “They ran away before I arrived.” 


“Oh, I know” 


“You know?” you looked at him confused.


“Yeah, I kicked their asses hours ago” he shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal.


“Ugh” you groaned in frustation. “You know how much time I wasted chasing those jerks?” 


“Nop. But analysing the way you are reacting to it, I guess hours.”


“Hours?! Fucking days!” you scream annoyed. “Why do you always have to ruin everything?” even though you guys had never meet before, you had heard about each other, and every single time you failled to catch someone, it was his fault and you knew it. 


“This is not a cinema. The ‘sits are not taken’. I cannot wait and watch those guys hurt people while you are planning a way to catch them. While you take ‘days’ to do something, I take seconds. Easy Peasy.”


“Well I’m sorry if I have a life besides fighting crime!”


“I do too and I still manage to be fast and to do my dutie correctly.”
You were very mad by now. You clenched your firsts thighly trying to control yourself not to punch him. 


“Don’t hold grudges hun.”


“Don’t ‘hun’ me” you growled.


“Moody” he mumbled under his breath “Your parents never told you to be nice to people?” 


You froze. Your family was a hard topic for you and you never really talked about it with anyone. You stood silent, now looking at the ground.“
“No” you simply said


“Well they should’ve.”


“What about YOUR parents? Did they ever tell you to mind your own business?”


Just like you, he didn’t answer.
“It’s a bit hard to talk when you’re dead” you looked at him and could feel the sadness in his eyes.

 “I-I’m sorry, I-”


“Forget it” he interrupted “This was not worth my time” he got up ready to go to another roof when you spooke.


“My parents died too.” 


That made him stop. He was still looking at the closest building’s roof as if he was considering wether he should jump or not. His body relaxed and he looked at you. “Sorry for your loss.” 


You sit on the ground like he did before. You looked at your wrist and played with a simple black bracelet with a golden pendant on it.


“Nice bracelet” he complimented.


“It was a gift from my brother” you smiled.


“You have a brother?” he copied your movements and sit next to you.


“He died.” your smile disappeared.


“Oh” he didn’t know what to say. There was nothing he could say really.
“You know..” he spoke after moments of silence “We never met before, but I admire your strenght.” 


“I’m not strong” you chuckled. “I’ve been through a lot, yes, but that doesn’t make me any or less stronger.I just did what million people have to do every day to survive.” you drew random patterns on the ground with your fingers
“It does” he assured you making you sigh.


“When my parents died, I was 11.” your expression was serious “I had to step up and play the adult. I was forced to grow up” you said looking at nowhere in particular “My brother was counting on me. I couldn’t let him down.”


Jason stood silent remembering his childhood. He was an orphan himself. Just like you, he was on his own and had to fight for his survival. You were both street rats once. He already liked you for sharing the same background story but he respected you and thought you were stronger than him because, not only you had to take care of yourself, but you also had to take care and be responsible for your brother.


“I was a minor, I couldn’t work, so I had to steal everything we needed: food; clothes; sometimes even toilet paper” you let out a small and low laugh remembering certain episodes of your stealing days.


“I get it. I had to do the same”


“What are you doing now?” you asked curious and he seemed hesitant “We are probably never going to see each other again.” you added.


“I have a family now” he answered.


“Oh, you’re married?”


“No no, nothing like that” he laughed. “A man adopted me. I have brothers, sisters, even a buttler!”


“Wow” you smiled “Somebody got lucky.” 


“What about you?”


“Well” you started “I got a job. It wasn’t anything special but it helped me to create a better appearance and health, and eventually got a more decent job. I’ve built my life on my own, and I must say I’m quite happy with the result” you were proud, indeed, but something was missing.


“But.. You’re still alone” Red Hood’s voice eccoed in your head.


You looked at your watch and got up “It’s getting late, I should go.” 


“(Y/S/N)” he called and got incredibly close to you “I just wanna let you know.. You’re not really alone. You can count on me” his voice was serious, you knew he was being honest.


You nodded and smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind. See you around” and with that, you let your body fall off the building and you were able to safely land on the street, starting to run to your house.

I’m not sure if I should make a part 2 or not? I feel like I should but I have no idea if I should make this romantic, friendly? Just leave it like this?? Help me, please.